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mikeyddie · 28 days

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Unsteady

Tom and Tord get upset and nervous at just the thought of each other. With Tord back in Norway all Tom can do is spiral, getting upset with himself over not being sure if he even hates Tord. While he wants to rip him apart, he also wants to pull him into an embrace. It's all too much to think about. Tord feels pathetic for being in love with Tom and eventually can't take the pain of the distance anymore. So he seeks out a trip to the UK.

four ; sleep

"God, that's awful!" Edd laughed, looking down at the pathetic stick man on his notebook.

"Hey, I'm trying!" Tom scribbled a shirt onto it, hoping it would help his case. It didn't.

Tord chuckled. "He looks like he was born next to a power plant,"

Edd nodded, still giggling.

"Like you could do it better," Tom rolled his eyes at Tord, giving up on his drawing and ripping the page out.

Edd took it before Tom could rip it up, walking over to the fridge and lifting a magnet.

"Probably not, but that's still awful," Tord gave a sly smile.

"They grow up so fast," Edd fake sniffed as he beamed at the drawing on the fridge.

Tom shook his head with a smile, folding his arms on the table. Tord stared at him for a moment, admiring the subtle details of his face.

"Anyways, me and Matt are gonna head out to get some groceries. Don't destroy each other," Edd set his hands in his pants pockets and walked out of the kitchen.

Tom tensed a little, avoiding looking at Tord.

"I'll uh.. I'll leave you alone." Tord said, standing and beginning to leave the kitchen.

Tom debated asking him to stay or not. On one hand he much enjoyed his alone time but also Tord looked sad and he didn't want him to start crying like earlier.

He spent so much time thinking about it that by the time he looked back at Tord he was gone. Tom sighed, standing up. He checked the living room, no one, then he looked out back. Tord was sitting on a foldable lawn chair, his phone in his hand. He looked sad, his fingers gently rubbing the bruise around his eye.

Tom sighed at the lack of another chair. He opened the sliding door and walked over to him. Tord looked up, surprised to see Tom had followed him. Tom sat on the grass next to Tord.

"Where were you?" Tom asked suddenly.

"Hm?" Tord set his phone down on his lap.

"These past five months. Where did you go?"

Tord sighed, his breath trembling. "Back to Norway. I was fired from the army not that long after I went back."

"Why?"

"Well... I was weak."

A moment passed. Tom was confused.

"My boss thought that at least. I felt awful for everything I did and he thought that made me unfit to lead an army. Leaders can't be empathetic, I guess."

Tord felt a tear roll down his cheek. He didn't even know he was crying. Tom was quiet for a moment, then he stood up. He walked in front of Tord and stared at him for a moment.

"You are weak." he said.

He didn't really know what compelled him to do that. He kind of agreed but he also kind of disagreed. He just wanted it to be clear that he hated Tord. Just like he always has.

"...What?" Tord shuddered.

"You came back. You're so miserable that you had to come back. You couldn't cope."

Tom felt himself getting angry, his hands gripping into fists. He repeatedly told himself not to swing again. He made a promise.

"Tom..." Tord's lip quivered, the tears continued to fall.

Tom sighed. "You shouldn't have come back, Tord."

"You told me that already." Tord snarled, now feeling like he needed to defend himself.

He came here to cope. He needed to apologize. He didn't come here to avoid his problems, he's literally confronting them currently.

Tom seemed a little pushed back by Tord not just crying.

"You said you weren't gonna hurt me," Tord frowned.

"I didn't hurt you?" Tom crossed his arms, then realized what Tord meant. "Oh, please. It's not my fault if I hurt your feelings."

Tord stared at him for a moment, then looked back down, pulling his phone up. He didn't want to have this conversation anymore.

"Uh..?" Tom gave a confused expression. "What are you doing?"

"Why do you care?" Tord questioned, seeming pained.

"I...I don't." Tom shook his head and walked over to the back door, opening it and entering, leaving Tord to himself.

Tord sighed, sadly. He was now texting Patryck.

He's being so mean suddenly.

What did you expect?

I just didn't see it coming I guess. Other than the punch he hasn't been that rude.

What did he say?

He called me weak.

Do you want me to come by?

No, that's fine. I just need a moment to myself. And he gave me that.

Okay. Well let me know if I need to visit.

I will.

Tord set his phone back down and looked up at the sky. He felt his lip quiver. He placed his hands on his eyes and rubbed them fiercely, trying to prevent any tears from falling. Tom was right. So was his boss.

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Edd and Matt had returned and everyone was sat watching a movie. Insane Zombie Pirates From Hell 8, to be exact. Tord couldn't find himself enjoying it, though. It was his favorite movie series but all he could think about was the way Tom spoke to him earlier. Tom was also thinking about he. He felt a little remorse and that was confusing him. He hates Tord. Right?

"Um... we can come back to this later," Edd asserted, glancing between Tom and Tord who were both off in their own worlds.

"No, it's fine. I'm enjoying the movie," Tom gestured toward the TV, which he wasn't looking at.

"I don't think you are," Edd chuckled.

Tom sighed, leaning his head back and swallowing. Tord watched his Adam's apple rise and fall.

"You two are being weird," Matt added.

"We just-" Tord began.

"Mind your own," Tom grunted.

Edd gave an offended glance as Matt saddened a little, turning back to the TV.

"What's your deal today?" Edd asked.

Tom shook his head. "I don't have a deal. I'm just... tired."

"Go sleep then, dude. You're bringing the mood down." Edd shrugged, picking up the remote to rewind the movie, having missed dialogue due to paying more mind to Tom.

Tord looked between the two, wondering if he should join the conversation or not.

"Matter of fact, why don't you both go sleep. Let's just do a reset," Edd continued.

Tord glanced at Tom, who he couldn't quite read.

"Fine." Tom stood, giving Tord a look and walking out.

After a second of hesitation, Tord stood and joined him.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he spoke.

"What?" Tom quirked his head to the side, giving Tord a confused expression.

"You know," Tord didn't make eye contact. "Um, anyway where am I gonna sleep?"

Tom shrugged. "I wasn't actually going to."

"Why not?"

"I don't really do that," Tom opened his bedroom door, walking in and leaving it open for Tord, who entered behind.

"That's why your circles are so bad, huh?"

"Shut up." Tom sat on the floor, leaning against his bed.

Tord paused for a moment, unsure of how to react. He joined Tom on the floor.

"Well? Go to bed since you want to." Tom looked at him, clearly not wanting to be so close.

Tord scooted to the side a little. "I'm not really tired."

They looked at each other for a moment, making eye contact. Tord was uncomfortable, but Tom wasn't sure how to feel. He noted the shine in Tords grey eyes.

"Whatever,"

He took his phone out of his pocket and opened TikTok, beginning to scroll. Tord watched the videos with him, bored. He didn't have a good view so he sneakily scooted back. Tom didn't seem to notice. Or he acted like he didn't. Some video of a cat played and Tom laughed, genuinely. Tord chuckled himself, but was now thinking about Tom's laugh. He hadn't heard it in a while. It made him smile a little. He tried to hide this by looking to the side, though that only drew Tom's attention to him. He quickly looked back at his phone, though. Tord sighed a little, not following his gaze. He looked around Tom's room. The walls were blue and covered in posters; different ska bands and art of shows. His bass, Susan, sat propped against the wall next to a guitar.

"You play guitar?" Tord questioned.

"Uh.. yeah." Tom shrugged, pausing the video that was playing.

"What can you play?" Tord turned back to Tom, excited. It faded as he saw Tom wasnt reciprocating the feeling.

"Uhh," Tom thought for a moment, more about why Tord even cared than about what songs he knew. "Hey There Delilah,"

"Is that it?" Tord crossed his legs and rested his hands in his laps.

"I've only been playing for like a month," Tom defended.

Tord faltered. "Sorry,"

Tom observed him for a moment. It was quiet Edd walked by the door and shouted with a parental tone, "Are you sleeping?"

"No, mom!" Tom yelled back, chuckling a little.

Edd opened the door a little and peeked in. "Now Tom, you need to sleep or you won't grow big and strong!"

"I don't sleep mom," Tom smiled, trying not to laugh.

Tord glanced between the two. It shocked him how quickly Tom's mood would change sometimes.

Edd sighed. "Just like your father,"

They shared a laugh and Edd left them alone. Tom, now in a much better mood, looked back over at Tord.

"Maybe we should sleep," the thought made him yawn.

"You certainly should," Tord gestured to Tom's eyes, which promptly rolled.

"You have the floor," Tom smiled sarcastically.

"Well, thank you," Tord patted the ground, then laid back on it, pretending to pull a blanket over himself.

There was a pause. Tom's smile faltered as he caught himself up in the moment. He was joking around with Tord. He didn't like that.

"Not my floor, commie." he mumbled.

Tord looked up at him, a little caught off guard. Tom rarely calls him that unless he's genuinely upset. Which he hasn't seemed to be a second ago. Tord sat up.

"You can sleep in the living room."

"Oh. But that's where Matt and Edd are." Tord shrugged.

He didn't want to further upset Tom, but he also didn't really want to leave. A moment passed.

"Fine." Tom got up and made his way to his bed, pulling at the covers and then taking a seat.

He pulled his hoodie up and off, revealing his midriff for a moment, causing Tord to blush. Tom didn't notice. He adjusted his shirt and lied on his back. Tord copied the motion but on the hardwood floor, lacking any blankets or pillows.

"Can I at least have a pillow?" he questioned quietly.

"Use your jacket," Tom mumbled.

Tord obliged, rolling up his hoodie into a ball and placing it under his head. Definitely not the most comfortable position.

Around half an hour later, Tom was fast asleep, clearly having needed the rest. Tord was still wide awake, his back now aching from the uncomfortable position he was in. Turns out wood is not nice to sleep on. He sighed to himself, thinking about a way to get comfy. He could go get a blanket, but he didn't want to wake Tom up. He sat up, looking around the room. Then he noticed Tom was lying on the side of his bed as opposed to the middle. There was plenty of space next to him for another person. Tord thought for a moment, anxiety rushing over him as he debated what decision to make.

After a moment of this, his stomach started to churn. Sitting here stressing about this was not helping. He shook his head and stood, forcing himself to walk over to Tom's bed. He stared at Tom for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall. He looked so calm, it was unlike any other time of day. Tord felt himself smile. He slowly made his way onto the mattress, not bothering to lift the covers. He laid on his side, staring at Tom's face. He breathed through his mouth; a bit of drool dripping from the side. Tord hesitated before reaching forward to wipe it away with his thumb. He wiped it off on the sheets. Tom grumbled a little in his sleep, turning from his back to his side, now facing Tord.

"Mmmm," Tom wrapped his arms around himself, shivering a little.

Tord wondered why, given he himself wasn't cold at all, but didn't think much about it. He grabbed the blanket from where it rested on Tom's jeans and pulled it up to cover his shoulders. He settled again after a moment, still mumbling.

"Mmmmm,"

Tord chuckled a little under his breath.

"T.....Tor......mmmmmm," Tom rustled.

Tord paused. That sounded a lot like his name. Is Tom... dreaming about him?

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mikeyddie · 2 months

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Unsteady

three ; beginnings

There was a moment of silence. Tom and Tord observing each other. Paul and Patryck prepared themselves to jump into action if needed. Tord felt a shiver go down his spine as Tom took a deep breath, a little tear falling out of his eye. It happened fast. Tom swung his arm back and delivered a fierce punch straight to Tord's nose, knocking him back to the ground. He followed that with a swift kick to the groin, then shut the door.

"Fuck!" Tord exclaimed, holding himself and writhing on the ground.

Paul and Patryck rushed up to the house, kneeling to make sure Tord's nose wasn't broken. It was bleeding heavily and a bruise was already visible. It was definitely curved a way it hadn't been before.

"Jesus, that is not what I expected," Paul voiced.

"Here," Patryck pulled some tissues out of his pocket and handed them to Tord who quickly stuffed them up his nostril.

"You can't just punch people, Tom! I'm sorry, he-" Edd came out from the door, closing it behind him.

He paused once he saw who was sitting on the ground. Patryck stood immediately in case of another swing. Edd inhaled sharply, staring Tord down with an intense glare. Tord felt a wave of anxiety wash over him and his lip quivered. Edd thought carefully about what he was going to say.

"Why are you here?" he questioned after a moment.

Tord couldn't find it in himself to respond.

"Where have you been?"

Nothing, again.

"You shouldn't have come back!" Edd exclaimed finally, angry.

There was another silence. Then a sniff. Tord felt tears well in his eyes, blinking to let them fall. Edd faltered, his eyebrows raising. He expected Tord to laugh or smile evilly or something like that but instead, this? Crying? Edd almost pitied him. Tord was sat on the ground, one hand holding a tissue in his nose, the other now wiping tears from his eyes. He looked pathetic. Patryck felt awful seeing him like this, but kept facing Edd.

"I..." Edd took a breath, then blinked slowly.

"Come in. Please," he moved to the side and opened the door.

After a moment, Paul helped Tord back to his feet, keeping his hand on Tord's shoulder. Patryck exhaled in relief and gave Edd a small smile. He didn't return it. The four walked inside.

The house was exactly how Tord remembered it; it almost made him sad. He looked at Edd who was deep in thought. Matt joined after a moment, curious as to who had come in.

"Tord!" he exclaimed happily, catching Tord off guard.

He ran toward him, causing Patryck to get ready for an attack. He faltered quickly as he realized Matt was just trying to hug Tord.

Tord didn't really hug him back, never having been good with affection. Matt pulled back a little confused, but excited nonetheless.

"It's been so long!" he cheesed.

"Yeah it.. it has," Tord mumbled, a little smile forming.

"Let's sit down." Edd said finally, walking back to the living room.

Tord, Matt, and the others followed. Tom was on the couch. Edd picked up the remote and switched the TV off.

"Hey, I was watching tha-" Tom turned, then saw Tord.

He was quiet for a moment before looking over to Edd.

"I know. Let's just... try to give this a chance." Edd told him, putting his hands in his pockets as he joined Tom on the couch.

Tom gave him a confused look, then glanced back at Tord who was now sitting on the recliner. Matt and Paul had gone off somewhere else and Patryck was standing against the door frame.

"Why are you here?" Tom grumbled.

Tord was shaking.

"Um. I just... wanted to see you guys again." he answered, sounding unsure of himself.

"Sure. That's what you said last time." Tom gripped the couch arm.

Tord took a moment to look at Tom. His knuckles were a little bruised on the hand he'd punched Tord with earlier. He wore a necklace with a small guitar charm on it. And an earring. A small, black star. Tord recognized it. He had given it to Tom a long time ago before he left the first time. Why would Tom still be wearing that?

"Why are you really here?"

Tord looked back to Tom's eyes. They had dark circles underneath, like Tom hadn't slept in weeks.

"Answer me, commie!" Tom slammed his fist down.

"Tom!" Edd turned, about to say something. He stopped and instead placed his hand on Tom's arm, squeezing it lightly.

"I missed you guys." Tord said.

"No you didn't." Tom snarled. It looked like it pained him to say.

Tord felt his eyes tear up again.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"No, you're not. Don't say that to me." Tom shook his head, then stood.

He left the living room, headed to his bedroom. Edd reached to grab him, then sighed.

"I am," Tord continued, holding his arm in his hand. "I really am so sorry."

Edd saddened. "Save it."

He then left the living room. Tord looked down at the floor. Tom's bracelet had fallen off and was sat next to the recliner. Tord hesitated before picking it up. He stared at it for a moment. It was rubber, blue and black checkered. He slid it onto his wrist, then took it back off. He glanced over at Patryck, who quickly shook his head. Tord ignored that and stood up, tracing the wall with his fingers as he walked down the hall. Patryck decided not to follow him.

Tord approached Toms bedroom door, feeling like he was suffocating. He knocked lightly.

"I'm not coming back out, Edd." Tom shouted.

Tord sighed, opening the door gently.

"I said-" Tom turned, sitting on his bed with his phone in his hand.

He stopped. Tord entered, leaving the door open behind him.

"I-"

"What do you want from me." he said.

It sounded more like a threat than a question but Tord continued. He held out the bracelet.

Tom stared at him for a moment, then took it. Slowly. They're hands brushed against each other. Tord longed for the touch to last, but it didn't.

"I am." Tord said.

"What?"

"I am sorry."

Tom looked confused. He set the bracelet down.

"I regret what I did every day." Tord pursed his lips, his hands clenching the sides of his jeans.

Tom wanted to feel bad. He wanted to accept the apology.

"Why did you do it in the first place then?" Tom questioned.

"It wasn't under my control. It was an order, I-"

"I thought you lead that army, Tord." Tom stood.

He wasn't that much taller than Tord but it felt like he was towering over him.

"I still had a boss," Tord looked up at Tom, sadly.

"You killed Jon." Tom gestured slightly to the left, where the neighbors house was.

Tord's eyes widened. He didn't know that. He swore he saw all three of them run away from that house.

"Do you really not know what you did? What an effect you had?" Tom asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

Tord shook his head after a moment. "I guess I don't."

Tom sat back down on his bed.

"Leave." He pointed at the bedroom door.

"Tom, I-"

"Leave."

Tord stood there for another moment, then slowly turned. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned against it and slid down until his was sitting. He brought his knees up to his chin and wrapped his arms around them. He put his head down and felt tears begin to fall. He was no longer the man he used to be.

Tom heard him sniffling. He had sat back down on his bed and was writing in his notes app about what was happening today. He slowly got up and walked up to his door. Tord was crying. This gave Tom pause. The Tord he knew would either he mad or laughing at Tom's reaction. Planning revenge or telling Tom about how stupid he is. But instead he was on the floor, crying, because Tom didn't except his apology.

Tom sat in front of the door.

"Tord?" he leaned closer.

He heard Tord sniff and move around a little.

"Are you crying?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.

"...Yes." Tord answered after a moment, voice trembling and weak.

"Are you really sorry?" Tom continued.

"Yes."

"You're not going to hurt us if we let you stay here?"

"No, I won't. I won't ever."

Tom sighed, then stood back up. He turned the door knob, gave Tord a second to get up, then opened it. Tord's cheeks and nose were slightly pink and his eyes were puffy. It made Tom feel awful but he couldn't force himself to soothe Tord.

"I... you really have changed, huh?" Tom said.

He didn't exactly mean it as Tord was better. He was more sensitive. This wouldn't have happened a year ago.

"I tried," Tord muttered, looking anywhere but Tom's eyes.

"I won't hurt you if you don't try to hurt us." Tom stuffed his hands into his pockets.

Tord nodded, slowly starting to smile a little.

"But this is not us being friends, okay? This isn't me liking you." he continued.

"Yeah, yeah I.. I know."

"Good. You should probably go talk to Edd or something." Tom placed a hand on the door frame and backed into his room a bit.

Tord looked at him finally, still sad but not as much. After a moment of staring, he turned and began walking back down the hall to find Edd. Tom let out a breath. This cannot be a good idea. Maybe this is just an act. He shook his head and walked into his room, closing the door again. He sat on the floor and pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening his notes app again.

this is a bad idea

i just know it

A few hours later, everyone gathered in the kitchen for lunch. Tom and Edd were making food and Matt and Tord were sat the table, talking. Paul and Patryck had left after a long discussion with Tord, making sure he wasn't going to die or get seriously injured without their presence. He guaranteed that nothing would happen, though he wasn't really sure. He couldn't read Tom very well, and what happened earlier might not have been as real as he hoped it was. He tried not to spiral.

"How far is Norway?" Matt asked.

"Uh, not that far. The flight was only two hours." Tord answered.

"Does it snow there?"

"...Matt, you've been there before."

"I have?"

"Yes, you guys visited me a couple years ago, remember?" Tord chuckled.

Tom glanced over his shoulder to see the smile on Tord's face. It was small, but it was there.

"Tom?" Edd voiced.

He turned back to the stove.

"My neck hurts," Tom said.

"Maybe don't play bass all day," Edd mused, flipping a burger patty.

"At least I can play an instrument," Tom gave a cocky smile and put on an oven glove, getting ready to take fries out.

"Yes, yes, Susan is so impressive."

The microwave timer went off. Edd leaned over the counter to press the stop button.

"Oh you bet she is." Tom smirked a bit and took the fries out of the oven. "You couldn't play bass if you tried,"

"And you couldn't draw!" Edd playfully pushed at Tom.

"I totally could! Give me a pencil!" Tom put his hands on his hips.

Edd laughed. "Alright I will! Let's put lunch on the table and I'll get you a notebook."

Tom nodded, looking over at Matt and Tord. Tord was staring at Tom; he had been for a moment. He looked happy, so Tom wasn't sure how to react.

"Uh, foods done. Come make your plates." he declared, turning back around to assemble his own burger.

Matt and Edd joined him, but Tord stayed at the table for a moment. He thought about how quickly Tom went from violence to tolerance. Maybe he just needed to be honest. Tom sat across from him at the dining table.

"Did you hear me?" he asked.

"What?" Tord blinked.

"Food," Tom pointed to the counter.

"Oh."

They sat there for a second just looking at each other, both thinking about earlier. Tord finally got up once Edd and Matt had both taken their seats. This was going to be a long journey.

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mikeyddie · 2 months

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two ; arrival

One month later.

Tord, Paul and Patryck sat in the airport lobby on uncomfortable metal chairs, waiting for their flight to be called. Tord's leg bounced anxiously as he scrolled through his spotify playlists, trying to find something to listen to. Paul and Patryck chat excitedly about their plans for their wedding reception. They've been planning the wedding for a couple weeks now, a date hadn't been chosen yet though.

Paul glanced over at Tord, noticing how freaked out he looked.

"It's not to late to cancel your ticket," he voiced.

It took Tord a moment to process what he said, eventually shaking his head "I'm doing this, Paul."

Paul sighed and returned to his conversation with Patryck, not paying Tord any more mind.

Tord landed on a playlist finally and hit play, sinking into his seat as Twilight by bôa began playing in his earbuds. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the lyrics to distract himself from thinking further about what could go wrong in London. His brows furrowed.

And Twilight gives me

An inner sanctity

And you're feeling

And you're hungry for her

And you don't understand it

But you know you haven't planned it

He found himself applying the lyrics to his feelings toward Tom. He shivered, fiddling with the string of his hoodie. Tord was honestly terrified to see Tom again. After he had his panic attack over him stalking his profile, Tom only continued to view every new post Tord made. He thought about it more, than took his phone out of his pocket.

And you reach out to touch me

But I am in the twilight

Your feelings and mine are all holy but

You know and I know it's untrue because

When day dawns, you're there lying with me

Tord found his heart beating quickly as he continued to listen, now unable to think of anything other than Tom. He ripped his earbuds out by the cord and placed a hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall faster than he expected.

"Tord?" Patryck sounded, interrupting what Paul was in the middle of saying.

Paul turned and saw Tord trying desperately to calm himself down. Feeling bad, and now a little worried, he rubbed Tord's shoulder a bit.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child," said Tord with a snarl, pushing Paul's hand off of him.

Paul gave a pitied look and glanced back at Patryck.

"Just don't freak out on the plane," he spoke.

Tord rolled his eyes, looking back down at his phone. He skipped to a different song and put one earbud back in, switching over to socials. He clicked on the notification section and scrolled through his profile views until he found Tom's account again. He tapped on this time. Tom's profile picture was Tommee bear with a blue background, and his profile banner was a black and white checkered pattern. His most recent post was from only a few hours ago. It was him and Edd at an ice cream shop, and in the back Matt was face first in a cup of chocolate ice cream. Tord chuckled to himself. Then he slipped. He tapped the like button. His immediate reaction was to take back the little heart but he knew that wouldn't fix it. He held his breath for a moment.

"Flight 1-A, Oslo to London, is now boarding!" a woman shouted over the loud speaker.

Tord sighed and paused the song he was listening to, putting his phone in his pocket and rolling up the earbuds. He would fix this once he was on the plane. He took hold of his suitcase and waiting for Paul and Patryck to join him.

"Maybe if you didn't listen to sad romance music this would be a little easier," Patryck joked with a small smile.

"Maybe," Tord replied, chuckling.

They passed through security and eventually made their way to the middle of the plane, taking their seats. Tord had the window thankfully.

He turned his phone back on but left his earbuds in his carry on, figuring music would make this feel more dramatic. He pulled up Tom's account again and hit the DMs button. Then he paused. Tom probably wouldn't notice the like, right? He always had his phone on silent as far as Tord was aware. If Tom never saw it and then got a message from Tord about it, it would make things so much worse. He sighed and exited the app, opening some mobile game to think about something else. Once everyone had boarded the plane took off and Tord's anxiety returned. He felt uneasy and nauseous as the plane lifted, gripping the arm of his seat tightly. Patryck gave him an encouraging look like a mother to her scared son. It did help a little. After about a minute passed and they were up in the air and it was smooth sailing. Tord lifted his sleeve to check his watch. 11:24am. Only two more hours.

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Edd drops a piece of bacon into the pan, quickly drawing his hand back to avoid the splash of grease.

"How many strips do you two want?" he calls out from the kitchen.

Matt and Tom sit at the couch, invested in the car crash the news in currently reporting. Matt because he feels bad, and Tom because he could swear he's seen the guy before. After a few more shouts from Edd without a response, he walks into the living room.

"Guys,"

Tom and Matt turn to look at him.

"How much bacon? How many eggs?" he asks.

They give their respective answers and Edd returns to the kitchen. Tom wonders if Matt is really paying attention to the TV or if it's just noise for him. That way he doesn't have to put energy into thinking. He can relate to that honestly. A couple minutes of boredom pass and Edd calls everyone to the kitchen.

"Here, extra crispy," Edd chuckles as he gives Tom his plate.

The bacon is burnt. Tom rolls his eyes with a smile. "Just how I like it,"

Matt joins them and they all dig in to breakfast. Matt was scrolling was on his phone when he sees a post from norski__.

"Hey guys look! Tord posted!" He exclaimed, turning his phone to show the other two.

It was a photo of Tord in the snow with his dog. One that Tom had already seen. He inhaled sharply and looked down, stuffing his face with bacon so he can't respond. He shouldn't be this worked up over a picture. Edd looked Tom up and down, not saying anything, then looked back at Matt.

"Good for him." he said lowly.

Matt faltered but after a moment just went back to his phone, tapping on the profile so he could follow Tord.

"Huh. His status says 'finally in a plane that isn't on the way to war LOL'. Wonder what that means," Matt shrugs.

Edd pauses. Why would Tord be in a plane right now? He wouldn't be coming here would he? No, he wouldn't go that far. Not again. If Eddie was him he certainly wouldn't. He shakes his head, takes another bite of his food, and gently takes Matt's phone to set it down on the table.

"Let's just enjoy breakfast without our cellphones." he suggests, more to not bring up Tord again then to actually enjoy breakfast.

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Paul and Patryck fell asleep pretty quickly, tired from having to get up early on their off days. Tord, still wide awake, wasn't happy about the flight only being two hours long. He hoped he would have more time to come to terms with the fact that he can't go back on this anymore, but nope. He took a deep breath. He'll be fine. The guys probably won't kill him.

After a while Tord isn't thinking much about the guys anymore and is just listening to music. Watching the clouds pass and the sun move. He wished he had brought anything to do on the plane ride other than his phone.

"We're almost there," Paul said.

"Oh- wait what?" Tord pulled his sleeve and checked his watch. 1:54pm.

It felt like only ten minutes had passed and they were already in London. Tord starts to shake. He amps up the volume of the song playing to try and distract himself but it doesn't work. After a few more minutes of him anxiously clenching and unclenching his fists, the plane begins to descend slowly to the ground. They're officially in London. They leave the plane and retrieve they're belongings from the airport, now standing outside where the rental cars and taxis are.

"Alright, should we get a taxi or-?" Paul questions.

"Let's rent a car," Patryck points at a small Nissan Sentra.

Tord follows them quietly to the car and helps the two put their luggage in the trunk. As soon as he's in the car he feels sick. What are the guys gonna do when they see him? Are they gonna hurt him? Maybe Tom, but would Edd? Matt? Probably not, right? They're good people. But is he?

"Let's find a hotel!" Tord blurts.

"Hm?" Patryck glances up at the rearview mirror.

"We should find a hotel to settle at before we go to the guys place. That way we have somewhere to stay already set up." reasoned Tord.

Honestly he just isn't ready yet.

"That's a good idea," Paul chimed.

Patryck made a U-turn and drove to the nearest hotel. He decided to just run everyone's things in and get a room, then come back out. This was not helpful to Tord but it gave him a little more time at least.

"We don't have to go to their house-" Paul began.

"No! We do! I need to tell them I'm sorry."

"Will an apology really fix it?"

"Like you have the right to be on their side. Remember when you texted me it was you guys or them? Not helpful, Paul!" Tord crossed his arms and huffed like a child.

While Paul did feel bad about what happened, he was following direct orders. It made it kind of hard for him to see where Tord was coming from.

After a few minutes, Patryck returned to the car and they began the actual drive to Edds house. Tord stopped trying to think about other things since he was about to confront everybody. Now he needed to come up with a nice way to re introduce himself as a new, no longer murderous, man. Well, he wasn't opposed to violence he just didn't want to kill his loved ones or lead an army into war. Tord looked out the window, watching other cars pass and people stroll the sidewalks. London was a nice place if not for the tourists. If only to make his thoughts more dramatic, rain began to fall.

"I should've checked the weather, huh," Patryck sighed. "I left our umbrellas at the hotel."

Paul groaned, falling back into his seat, making it jerk backward into Tord's forehead. Instead of saying anything he just leaned to the side and held his head in his hand, rubbing it gently. He wanted to stay as calm as possible until he was at the door so he didn't chicken out and refuse to leave the car.

Tord looked back at the window as Patryck took a familiar turn. They had arrived.

"Alright Tord," Patryck parked and pulled the keys out of the slot. "No turning back now." He flashed a smile.

Tord rolled his eyes and glanced at the house. It was just as he remembered it. White walls, red roof. The windows curtains were pulled halfway open. He let out a breath and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"You two should wait out here." he said.

"No, sorry." Patryck opened his door and stepped out, followed by Paul.

"Wh-?" Tord did the same.

"This is something I need to do, not you guys."

Paul and Patryck looked between each other.

"The second anything happens we're coming up there." Paul warned.

Tord nodded, then turned. This was it. He slowly approached the brown door and held his hand up. He paused for a second.

"The door won't knock itself," called Paul.

Tord rolled his eyes and pushed himself forward so his hand hit the door. He did it a couple more times, then backed away and waited.

"Hold on, Matt, someone's at the door!" Tord heard someone call.

It sounded like Tom.

His breath hitched and he started to turn around but before he could, the door swung open.

"Hello-"

There he was. His hair curved into spikes, his black eyes tired. He adorned his classic blue hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Torn up converse mostly covered by a pair of baggy jeans. Just as Tord remembered him, Tom.

"Hey," Tord muttered weakly, a trembling smile forming on his face.

He gulped.

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hello hi i returned. requests will not be on for a little bit as i'm working on a specific story which i'll post here!!

Unsteady

one ; not ready

Tom wakes. The last thing he wanted. Ever since everything happened with Tord five months ago no one's really been the same. Everything feels heavier.

He sits up and rubs his eyes. While yawning he reaches over to his night stand to grab a prescription bottle. He pops it open and lets two pills fall into the palm of his hand. He takes them without water, wincing at the way they slither down his throat. He shivers.

Begrudgingly, Tom stands and throws his hoodie on, then takes his phone off the bedstand and gently sets it in his back pocket. He slept in his jeans again and he couldn't bother to change. He made his way out of his room and to the bathroom. Edd hears him walking around and shouts,

"Making breakfast!"

Tom doesn't respond, but Matt yells back from his own room.

"What is it?"

"Bacon and eggs!" Edd replies.

"Stop yelling across the house!" Tom finally shouts.

There were no more responses after that. He rolled his eyes. Tom picked up his tooth brush and wet it, then squeezed some toothpaste on it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, opening a social media app out of habit. His face scrunched at the minty taste of the toothpaste but he kept brushing nonetheless.

As he scrolled he come across a picture of a dog. Nothing out of the ordinary, but the username of the person who posted it caught him a little off guard.

'norski__'

He recognized that. Not wanting to think about it further, Tom shut his phone off and tucked it away. He spat and rinsed off his toothbrush. He shook his head to himself and left the bathroom.

"Good morning, Tom," Matt greeted happily as they both entered the living room.

"Sure, for you it is." Tom droned, not even looking at him.

Matt's expression faltered but he just kept walking, situating himself in front of the TV. Tom sighed, sitting at the dining table, opening his phone once again. What else is there to do?

He tapped on a different app to avoid what happened earlier. It felt like hours were passing as he scrolled but it hadn't even been two minutes. A picture of a girl in a bikini, a picture of a dog, videos of cats, repeat. What a productive morning, Tom thought.

"You good, man?" Edd asked as he played some eggs.

"Never been better," Tom remarked.

Edd let out a disappointed sound. "I get your upset, but it's almost been six months, Tom. You can't keep being all edgy about this,"

That seemed to set Tom off.

"Right because you endured what I did." He mumbled.

"Hey I was there too! He almost killed all three of us not just you." Edd was getting mad now.

"Can we just eat breakfast?" Tom barked.

Silence filled the air. Edd took a deep breath and finished plating the food. He walked them over to the table and sat down. Matt looked at them with a concerned look as he rose from the couch. Once they'd all sat down no one spoke.

Tom continued to scroll, now angrily, not touching his breakfast. Edd kept giving him looks but he paid it no mind.

"Do you guys want to come to the store with me later?" Matt questioned, breaking the silence.

No one spoke for a second.

"Sure," Edd replied.

Tom paused. norski__ had appeared on his feed again. But this time he couldn't pass it up as coincidental name. It was a picture of him. Of Tord. Tom's breath hitched. Matt glanced at him but didn't say anything. The photo was Tord with a black scarf and earmuffs on. He had a huge smile on his face and the dog from earlier was with him, trying to lick his face. Tom wanted to rip his hair out. He liked the picture, he really did. It was cute and silly. But he also hated it. He wanted to print it out to burn it. He wanted to blow a hole in his phone with a shotgun. But instead he took a breath and clicked on the profile picture, an anime girl, and opened Tord's account. He had a lot of pictures posted and a pretty decent amount of followers. He wasn't following many people though. Tom combed through the photos indivually, taking long moments to inspect them each. Tord making snow angels, a picture taken by someone else of the dog, probably his, sleeping on him, photos of meals he ate at fancy restaurants, even a picture of him with Paul and Patryck. Tom was surprised they still spoke to each other. He continued looking through them until Edd spoke.

"Dude, your food is getting cold."

Tom stopped and looked up. Matt had finished eating and returned to the couch and Edd had his last bite on his fork. He took a breath.

"I'm not hungry. I'll eat it later." Tom stood and picked up his plate, walking into the kitchen and placing it in the microwave so it stayed warm.

He quietly returned to his room.

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Tord, Paul and Patryck all sat in Tord's apartment on the couch and recliner.

"So you want to go to London next month?" Paul asked.

"Well it's far out enough to not be stupid expensive, but not so far that the anticipation kills me." Tord answered.

Paul nodded. "Makes sense."

"So who is paying for expenses here?" Patryck added.

"I assumed we would all pay for our own tickets." Tord began. "I mean you can afford it."

Patryck shook his head. "Right but I know you can't. You don't exactly make big bucks anymore."

"Hey I still have money put away. I didn't spend it all on comics." Tord gestured vaguely to the hall where his bedrooms and bathroom were.

Patryck nodded with a sarcastic expression. "Well either way, are you sure this is a great idea?"

"Yeah- I mean your...complicated feelings about that Tom guy is making me a little hesitant. You were almost killed the last time you were around them." Paul cautioned.

Tord rolled his eyes.

"That was different! I was trying to kill them! No thanks to you two." He sunk a bit into his seat.

"Right because we can casually disobey orders from a man who would kill us if we blinked wrong." Patryck slammed his hand on the arm of the sofa.

"Listen. Just let me come with you. It'll be fine. Yes I'm nervous, but this could be my chance to make everything up to the guys!"

"If my friend tried to kill me I don't think I would appreciate shit like this," Paul argued.

Tord rubbed his temples angrily. "I don't want to argue about this anymore."

"Tord, listen. The mere sight of a PICTURE of Tom makes you act like you're going to explode. I think you being around him, let alone two other people who hate you, is an awful idea." Patryck concluded. "I don't think you should come with us."

Instinctively, Tord bolted upward and stared daringly at Patryck. "You will take me with you."

It was a command; no longer a suggestion. Since he lost his job he lost his power over Paul and Patryck, which wasn't really an issue, however it left an unnecessary power dynamic that didn't hold legal status. So when things like this happened and Tord snapped into commander mode, Paul and Patryck tended to listen.

Patryck finally sighed. "Okay but you are paying for everything you do yourself. I am not helping you." He turned to Paul who nodded in agreement.

Tord smiled. "Great!"

After a moment of silence, Paul stood.

"Well I guess we have no more business here. We will buy our tickets for the 25th of next month. I'll text you the cost, pay me back immediately."

They exchanged nods and him and Patryck left through the front door. Tord let out a breath and relaxed back into the sofa.

"Finally," he mumbled to himself.

He grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV, switching through channels and finding nothing interesting. Eventually he gave up and turned it back off, taking his phone off the coffee table, muttering about how awful the channel selection is these days.

Opening a social app he noticed a lot of notifications. Confused, he clicked on the notification section. Sure he had a good following, but usually likes and comments would come periodically throughout the day and he had just been on his phone a couple minutes prior.

It was mostly likes on his most recent post, a photo of his dog Anders, which reminded him that he needed to feed her. Continuing to look through his notifications, he got up and, half paying attention, opened a cabinet to pull out a bag of dog food. The sound caused Anders to come running from Tord's bedroom, knocking into him. His phone flew out of his hand with the dog food, which spilled everywhere as he hit the ground.

"Augh- Anders!" he exclaimed, though his frown was soon gone as she began licking all over his face.

Trying to stop her and giggling uncontrollably, he managed to get off the floor and pick his phone up. He sighed at the new crack but shrugged it off because of the small size. Then he saw a notification that had somehow been clicked on when his phone fell.

'tommSKA_🏁 viewed your profile

5 minutes ago'

Tord felt his heart skip a beat and his breath hitched violently. He glanced between the phone and Anders who was staring at him, confused. He gently picked up his phone and tapped on it, revealing which posts of his Tom had viewed.

"What?" he whispered.

Every photo Tord had posted in the last year had been viewed by Tom five minutes ago. Why the hell would he do that? Stalk his account like that? Tord thought for a moment, sitting back down on the floor. Anders had begun eating the spilled dog food, occasionally stopping to pant happily. Tord took a deep breath to try to prevent himself from hyperventilating, but it only prolonged it a little. Did Tom no longer hate him? That wouldn't make sense. Maybe he just got over it. No, Tom doesn't let things go like that. Did he have feelings for Tord? That's stupid why would his mind go there? Soon Tord was breathing faster than he could process and he found his phone dropped on the ground again. Anders was staring at him worriedly. He was stammering under his breath and shaking fiercely. He couldn't escape the terrified spiral until Paul walked in the door again. Tord heard it but couldn't will himself to look.

"Tord?" Paul questioned, seeing him sat on the floor in the upwards fetal position.

"Oh god, Patryck!" he called, rushing up to Tord and taking a seat next to him.

He turned off Tord's phone and moved it away, around the island corner so he couldn't see it anymore. Paul took Tord's face into his hands and made them make eye contact. Was this a great way to stop a panic attack? No. Did it work? Yeah pretty well. At least for Tord.

"HEY!" Paul shouted in his face.

Tord gasped, holding his breath for a moment. Patryck quickly entered and took note of the scene, joining them on the floor and starting to pet Tord's back.

"Tord look at me. Look at me." Paul continued.

"He's not here."

Tord hated that Paul knew what was happening. And that Patryck probably did too. They knew all about his paranoia and what it did to him. He knew it was a good thing that they could help but it didn't feel like it.

"You're okay. You are okay. You're alive and breathing. He's not here." Paul repeated the same few phrases until Tord could begin to actually process the situation.

Patryck rubbing his back helped relax him enough to steady his breathing, and Anders had laid her head on his knee which helped him ground himself. Eventually he was back to normal- his normal- and could communicate again.

"Tord, I- I really don't think you should go to London again. Not now." Patryck said quietly.

Tord shook his head, glancing between the two.

"No, no, I have a month to get over this. I can get over this." he assured.

"I'm gonna make up for what I did, Pat."

Patryck and Paul looked at each other for a moment, not sure what to do now. Having the same thought, they turned back to Tord.

"We are not leaving your side when you see those three, okay? You can't do this alone." Patryck stressed.

Tord could only nod, exhausted from the panic attack. His chest hurt and his heart was beating fast. He needed water and a nap. But for now he would take this time to think about what would happen next. And how he was going to get himself to not do this in front of Tom. Or Edd and Matt.

#tomtord #eddsworld #eddsworld tom #eddsworld edd #ew edd #eddsworld matt #sadtomtord #slowburn #slowburntomtord #ewtord

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How about edd with an artist s\o?

hi!!! sorry i haven't gotten to your other ask i'm ngl i forgot about it, so in the mean time i'll answer this one! i love this idea :)) also i included a little scene of the reader and edd getting together, ik it's not the ask but i couldn't think of what else to fill this with 😭

Edd adores having another artist around. He always asks if you want to draw with him and asks for comic ideas. You bring notebooks and markers with you every time you visit him and the guys.

You two made a comic together that turned into a series, about two superhero's (wink wink). You never get art block cause Edd is always full of ideas for you.

The guys love to play pictionary with you two, too. You're good at drawing so they have a good chance of guessing, but then you get to laugh at the silly looking doodles they come up with. Good times all around.

Sometimes you'll sneakily draw on Edd; little doodles of Ringo or random things like a slice of pizza. The first time he freaked out, but he kind of liked the drawing so he didn't oblige when you did it again.

Any time you guys watch movies you both comment on the art style and animation, making it a fun but critical watch regardless of if it's a Disney movie or someone's passion project. It completely changed the way you watched movies when he started pointing out things you'd never noticed.

Edd tries to spend as much time with you as he can so you two can continue the comics and doodle on each other. Tom calls you gross and always says to get a room, making Edd defensive but you always just laugh. Tom also told you that Edd has a massive crush on you, which actually is what led to you two getting together.

You had assumed Tom was joking, but with that in mind you started noticing things. Like Edd staring at you for a while after you'd broken eye contact, the doodles he puts on your arms are hearts, he's always leaning toward or on you, etc. So after a while, you decided to ask.

"Hey, Edd?" you say.

You and Edd were sat in his room, both on his bed with journals in front of you, coming up with ideas for the suit of the new villain in your comic series. He looked up at you, tilting his head slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Um," you take a breath, "do you have..feelings for me?"

You're immediately embarrassed of the question but silently await his response. Edd's eyes widened and he quickly broke eye contact. He held his arm in his hand for a moment, thinking.

"Did Tom tell you that?" he asked.

That wasn't really the response you wanted, and it sounded like he didn't. Which oddly disappointment you.

"Yeah," you said, now looking away too.

"Sorry, I should've gotten that he was joking, I won't ask you stuff like that-" you chuckled awkwardly but Edd interrupted you.

"No, I- ... I do."

You paused, glancing back up at him. "You do?"

It took both of you a second to process what just happened, in that time you noticed how red Edd's face had gotten, and how warm yours was.

He doesn't say anything else so you think for a moment. You didn't expect this, really. You didn't know what you were expecting. The feeling in your chest was hard to describe, maybe butterflies? You kept thinking. Did you feel that way too?

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything to Tom. I wasn't going to tell you, I'm-"

"I think.." you interrupted. "I think I feel that way too."

You two finally made eye contact again. You noticed the shimmer in his brown eyes.

"Really?"

You nod. The silence is so loud but you didn't care. This was so different, everything felt so different.

"Um," he says. "Can I kiss you?"

You feel your heart skip a beat. You're not sure how to respond. You want to, because you like him. Edd is funny and sweet and so fun to be around. But this is so unexpected. You'd never thought about your feelings for him romantically. You two have just been buds that sometimes get called lovebirds or get mistaken for a couple. You realise you haven't responded.

"Y/n?" he asks.

"Oh, uh," you think for a moment. You nod.

Edd fights a smile and starts to lean in, stopping and started like he's unsure of himself. But then you put your hand up to his face. He stops immediately.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I don't think I'm ready for that,"

Edd takes a moment but nods. "Okay,"

You smile. "So, are we together now?"

"Yeah," he smiles back.

It only takes a few days before you two kiss, after you processed everything. Tom said he called it but Matt seems to have been oblivious. Now your drawing sessions have become you showing each other drawings of you two. It's just as fun as before, and things don't feel so different.

eeee that was so fun to write, i hope you enjoy it!! i know it kind of strayed from the ask but this would have been really short otherwise ☠️

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Long time no see! To get you warmed up how about the main eddsworld boys with a protective s/o who when the guys get into a confrontation gets in front of them and starts tearing into the offending party? Like just giving the jerks a verbal tongue lashing that would make a sailor blush!

Hi!! I'm so excited to be back! For right now I'm just gonna write Edd's reaction, but I might upload the other two later not sure. I hope you enjoy :)

You knew that Edd had his handful of enemies, such as Eduardo. So it came as no surprise to you when Edd got into fights. You knew he could handle himself but if you were there when it happened you couldn't help trying to protect him. In fact, today as you and Edd were taking a walk you were approached by Eduardo and he began insulting him.

"Back off man," you warned.

Eduardo chuckled at you. "What are you gonna do?"

Edd went to try and deescalate but you were quick to respond.

"And just who do you think you are? We were literally just walking and minding our own business. You're a real dick, dude! And for no reason, too. Just fuck off." you exclaimed.

His smirk faded and he just kind of stared at you. He grunted and walked the other way, mumbling to himself angrily.

Edd looked over at you. "What was that?"

You paused, then giggled. "Sorry. He was just being rude! Someone needed to tell him off."

Edd rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't expect that, haha." He still looked a little shocked.

Sorry this is really short I was having a lot of trouble figuring out how to write y/n's response. But thanks for the ask! I hope you enjoyed

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mikeyddie · 11 months

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when the fnaf movie comes out yall already know i'll be writing about michael 😍

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mikeyddie · 2 years

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OMG THIS IS SO GOOD!!! THANK YOU SMM

Thank you @nygma-edwardd for this prompt!! 💚

Hey! Can you do 😍🥵👅🤍💛📢 for Gotham!Riddler?

reply under here, minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff

😍 - how would they flirt?

his love language is acts of service, although sometimes they're misinformed or cross over into inappropriate. his attempts at flirting seem more like a nuisance, but if he's annoying you then you can guarantee that means he's into you. he doesn't mean it, he just likes showing you he's there for you (and that he can make everything, including the things you've already done, better)

🥵 - what turns them on?

"tell me more!" is a phrase that will have him panting, sweating and begging. ironically if someone is willing to listen to him talk about a passion subject or learn more about a topic/fact or hear more riddles, they'll get silence because his lips will be on yours in a heartbeat. and in the same vain, any kind of obsessive attention gets him going

👅 - what do they taste like?

he definitely tastes very soft, there's no strong flavours, just gentle undertones of vanilla and cream, he's definitely sweet though, no question about it, when he's cold it's like ice cream, when he's running hot it's like custard almost

🤍 - something they want to try but are to shy to ask for

it's not a comfortable memory of any kind, but trauma informs kinks so i think something he would be nervous to approach would be bondage and restraints, but the idea of being handcuffed or tied up and have freedom taken away from him in the right setting is pretty arousing, it might take a lot to open up to it though

💛 - favourite position

he enjoys missionary position most of all not because he's boring but because it's a good old fashioned tried and tested method that he can practice and become very good at, but he's not above or adverse to a quick standing up session anywhere at any time, especially if he's worked up or tense and needs some instant relief

📢 - how vocal are they during sex?

very! he finds it hard to stop talking when he's excited about something and he's definitely excited about sex, so he's filled with praise and reassurance about how good it is, how good you look, and how much he's enjoying it. he's not much of a grunter or a groaner, he'll let out a lot of moans and whimpers though as well as some pretty adorable squeals

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mikeyddie · 2 years

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@purple-striped-shirt I accidentally deleted your ask but 😍 here's a little comic for your art req! Of coda meeting the guys I would've made it longer but I got stuck ^^;

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@purple-striped-shirt

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Sanders sides again! The reader doesn’t sing because of a…. certain side effect. After constant pestering the reader reaches the end of their rope and stands in the middle of the yard. They finally sing but once they do almost every animal within earshot starts to surround the house. Disney princess style!Apparently when reader sings they have the power to control any beast their sweet voice comes into contact with. What is their reaction?

Hii!! Gosh it feels nice to reply to your asks again X3 This might be a little shorter than what I usually do, but I hope you like it!!

Roman was who pestered you the most. You'd never deliberately said you don't sing, instead using excuses like "I don't really feel like it," and "Oh, I don't sound that good." He wondered if you were teasing or if you were insecure about it.

"Y/n!" Roman appeared, suddenly, catching you off guard.

"Hi," you greeted, smiling and giving a small wave. "You startled me, haha."

He joined you on the couch, picking up the remote to turn down what you were watching.

"Are you perhaps in the... singing mood?" He posed dramatically, causing you to giggle.

"Sorry, Roman. Maybe later?"

He scoffed.

"Later?" he whined.

"You say that every time,"

You shook your head, your smile not leaving your face.

"I just don't feel like it right now. Sing for me!" you nudged him, half joking.

He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, fine,"

Patton didn't want to force you, so he didn't bring it up that much. But he'd chime in when someone else would. Of course, his approach was much gentler and more of a suggestion than blatantly trying to convince you to.

"My throat's just a little scratchy, is all," you replied to Roman, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

"You sound fine to me!" he placed his hands on his hips.

"Well, I think you'd sound great!" Patton suddenly said, entering the room.

You chuckled. "No, no, I sound like a muppet," you joked, chuckling.

"You can't get better if you don't practice!" Patton smiled when Roman vigorously nodded.

"See? Just give us something short!"

"Well- if you don't want to," Patton shrugged. "Don't force yourself,"

Roman huffed.

Virgil didn't really care, lol. I mean, sure, he was curious as to what you sounded like and deep down hoped you'd give in someday. But he'd never bring it up or ask you about it, not wanting to overstep a boundary or anything similar. He was usually quiet if anyone started poking at you about it, only responding if he was thrown into the convo.

"Virgil, what do you think?" Roman queued, glancing over at Virgil who was sat on the bottom of the stairs on his phone.

"Huh?" he looked up at you and Ro.

"Should y/n sing?"

"Oh, uh. Well, if they want to," Virge shrugged.

"Ugh, you are not helping,"

"Guys," you crossed your arms, unable to help the smile on your face.

"You'd think if y/n wanted to sing they would have by now," Virgil added. "I mean, pushing them will most likely make them want to less,"

Roman sighed and looked back at you.

"I'm sorry," he stated, sounded more frustrated than apologetic.

Which you didn't mind because you knew his intent wasn't to be mean or forceful or anything.

Logan could really care less about it. He only butted in to tell the guys not to force you because there really wasn't a point in it. He wouldn't be mad if you gave in, but it certainly wouldn't feel good or satisfy any curiosity since you didn't do it for your own want.

"You two should really stop," Logan began when Patton and Roman were asking why you didn't want to sing.

"I mean you're figuratively backing them into a corner. If you even convinced them, they wouldn't sound good because they don't want to," he leaned against the chair he was sat in at the table.

Patton nodded after a moment. "Yeah, he's right,"

Roman crossed his arms, making an offended sound.

"But!" he opened his mouth to continue but stopped.

"Okay, okay," he looked down.

"Thanks, Logan," you giggled.

After a while of the pestering and constantly asking why you don't sing you figured you'd put an end to it before it started to upset you. You led the guys outside and sat on some bench in the grass. You asked them for suggestions as you couldn't think of any songs. Roman threw in a bunch of Disney songs before saying I Can't Help Falling in Love with You which was one of your favorite songs. After a short moment of hesitation, you let out a quiet, "This is why I don't sing," and then began. They all smiled, 'cept for Logan, but he was enjoying it. Suddenly, a few birds and squirrels joined you five on the bench. Patton was immediately super happy, petting one of the birds and giggling. No one thought that much of it until more animals joined. A raccoon, stray cats, stray dogs. Bigger birds, butterflies. Roman was in absolute shock, Patton was squealing, Virgil was trying to process what the hell was happening, and Logan was just confused.

A few more animals joined before there was a forest worth of creatures surrounding the five of you. Once your song came to a close, Roman squealed.

"You're like a Disney princess!" he exclaimed.

"That's why you don't sing?!" Virgil questioned, stunned.

"That shouldn't be possible," Logan mumbled, looking at the butterfly that had landed on his shoulder.

"You sound amazing!!" Patton giggled.

"Awf, thanks," you smiled, face a little red.

Roman huffed. "You're definitely gonna need to sing more," he joked.

You all chuckled.

"That was fascinating," Logan let out.

I couldn't really think of a good ending but I hope you liked it!! This was super fun to write

#sanders sides #oneshots #imagines #headcannon #headcannons #sanders sides virgil #reader insert #self insert #sanders sides logan #sanders sides patton

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mikeyddie · 2 years

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Hey so umm if ur still taking requests may I request a Brett Hand with a shy s/o, but they come out of their shell when talking about their passions or at their favorite places? Maybe Brett's reaction to seeing this for the first time? Thanks!

Totes! Also I'd like to apologize for the break, I went through a cross country move and it's been impossible to get any asks done. But I'm back! I always want to apologize for this being a shorter one- I just wanted to grt some writing out before I finish unpacking ^^. Now, onto your regularly scheduled program ;)

You'd always been a pretty shy person, but your beloved boyfriend Brett didn't mind at all. He found it to be adorable and charming, and wouldn't change you for the world. Though, it was a Sunday afternoon when he was at your house and started on a subject you were particularly interested in. When you started talking about it, it was normal like any other conversation. But as your eyes lit up and a smile spread across your face brett was over the moon. He couldn't help but giggle when you started ranting- loving listening to you. When you realized you'd been talking for twenty minutes you retreated back to coy, nervous y/n and apologized profusely. Brett shook his head and reassured you that he thoroughly enjoyed the past few minutes. He brought you into a kiss and you were both happy as could be in that moment. Brett now puts up an effort to bring up said subject whenever you have free time, just to listen to you ramble on about why you love it and how happy it makes you. He could swear he fell deeper in love every time you did.

Smh where's my perfect relationship 🙄 I hope you liked it! I'd written more if I had the time today lol

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mikeyddie · 2 years

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*asjhjas sorry this is taking so long I keep getting busy haha. Anyway, part two is here! I, again, really like this plot and thank you for sending it. Also I'm super sorry if it's shorter than you wanted, I have a lot to work on so I wanted to get this out quickly

You were still hanging out with Tom in his room, now just trying to get his mind off of Tord. Which you did successfully by getting him to play his bass. Honestly, you were still processing what had happened earlier- it was not at all what you had expected to come from him and his friends hiding from an assassin, but life's full of surprises.

Out front, however, was Eduardo, Jon, and Mark. They watched as a tall, blonde man slowly approached Edd's house. He wore a black trench coat and a red sweater.

"Jeez, how many losers are gonna show up today-" Eduardo began, walking closer to the fence with Jon and Mark following.

The man turned to them and flashed a sharp hunting knife. Eduardo shut his mouth when he saw it, backing away. The man walked up to the door and knocked. After a bit, a tall but short compared to him ginger opened it, looking up at him, confused.

"Uh, hello," he greeted.

"May I come in?" the man asked.

"Do I know you?" Matt questioned.

"People in your house do. Now, may I please come in?" he continued.

"Well..." Matt hesitated.

"You're very kind! Come in!" he moved to the side.

The man chuckled under his breath.

"Who was it?" called Edd who was sitting in the recliner.

"I'm not sure," Matt responded.

Edd didn't bother to turn his head and check. The man walked up to the couch and leaned over it, catching the attention of Tord who was sitting there with Patryck and Paul. He glanced to the side to see who it was, though his face fell when he met the glance of gleaming, red eyes. He didn't say anything, trying to process who was standing in front of him. Paul saw the man out of the corner of his eye and turned, reacting the same as Tord.

"What are you..." Patryck followed their glance.

Before anyone could do anything, Red Eyes grabbed Tord by the collar of his shirt. Paul and Patryck quickly jumped in to try and stop him, but he merely pushed them back, easily over-powering them. The clashed into the TV, knocking it over. The noise alerted Edd and Matt who did the same without even thinking.

"Tord!" Edd exclaimed as he rushed to try and pull him out of Red Eyes' grip, though failed along with Matt, both of them slamming against the couch and recliner, knocking it over and pushed the couch backward.

"What did-" Tord coughed. "What did I do to you??"

"It's only business,"

Patryck was quick to get back up and punch the center of Red Eyes' back. Though it was to no avail as he was, again, pushed to the ground. Tord hung there, squirming, desperately trying to escape but nothing worked. Red Eyes shifted his glance back to Tord, an almost evil grin creeping onto his face like some sort of super villain.

The thumps of the guys hitting the ground could be heard from upstairs which put Tom and you into panic. You two shot up and rushed down the stairs. You didn't have time to process who was holding Tord, only that he was in clear danger. You grabbed the nearest large object, being a lamp, and smashed it against the blonde dangling Tord off of the ground. The man turned, now angered and ready to swing back at whoever hit him. Though, when your eyes met him, he stopped. And so did you.

"Little..." you gulped. "Little bro?"

Tord paused for a moment. Like entirely. His only conscious thought being "what the fuck".

Though your panic was gone, you weren't any less upset. Everyone was standing in the now destroyed living room. Paul, Patryck, and Tord were huddled behind you, seeing as you were pretty much what was standing between them and certain death. Edd, Matt, and Tord were beside you two, not frightened by the man you were arguing with, madder than anything. (Well, excluding Matt probably)

"What are you doing here? And what were you doing to Tord?" you questioned, super pissed.

"Why are you-" you didn't let your brother finish.

"He isn't even part of the Red Army anymore! What is up yours?" you questioned.

"You've been living with public enemy number one and didn't call me! Not to mention you're living with four men," Red began.

"One, Tord doesn't live here, and two, I'm an adult! I can make my own decisions! Hell, I'm older than you," you continued.

"How are they related?" Edd mumbled to himself.

"Look, this can end if you just leave." you took a breath, looking back up at Red.

"Why should I?" he questioned.

You shot him a piercing glare. He stared at you for a moment before grunting and walking past you to the front door. Before leaving, he gave a vague quip.

"I'm not who Tord should worry about," he stifles a chuckle.

He could almost feel the expression Tord had, both knowing what he meant and worrying what other sides there were to you.

"You weren't who grew up with them. May god have mercy on you," he laughed as he closed the door.

There was a short silence.

"What just happened?" Tom questioned.

"Part of me doesn't believe that you two are related," Paul added.

"That's a fair assumption," you let out, chuckling.

"I vote you three clean the living room." Tom half-joked, gesturing to Paul, Patryck, and Tord.

"We deserve it." Tord mumbled.

The last thing he wanted to do was start another fight, even though it probably wouldn't have.

"Don't worry about it," you gave him a smile.

YOO! I'm glad I could finally get this out, and also for like the third time I'm sorry it's short I probably could have just made this one part haha. Hope you liked it :)

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mikeyddie · 2 years

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* Yoo I'm back! @purple-striped-shirt it's been a little while, so I'm super glad to write again!

Anyway, here's the Eddsworld ask you sent me in DMs! I'm super excited to write it- hope you enjoy! :D

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It was a pretty average day on the Red Army grounds, Paul and Patryck were eating lunch and discussing their day. It had been pretty relaxed, no attacks or enemies really interfering- which was the only reason they were getting breaks now. It was a nice difference for the two, seeing as they were some of the highest ranked guards on base.

"You know, as much as I enjoy the month we've been having, I kind of miss the action." Paul began, biting into a sandwich.

"Really? I could stay like this forever," Pat replied, half-joking.

"It's kind of boring without him, " Paul had meant to say 'it' and didn't realize his mistake.

Though, Pat agreed with both meanings.

"Yeah,"

They sat like that for a moment, silently eating. That was until a man in uniform ran up to them, papers in hand.

"Sirs, we've received report that one of the world's most elite assassins has sights set on us!" the man stressed, out of breath from rushing to them.

Paul coughed, nearly choking on his food.

"What? Who is the assassin?" Pat questioned.

The man looked down at the papers for a second, before answering simply...

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Tord sat on the couch of his apartment, tired. He wouldn't admit it, but he really missed his friends and greatly regretted his actions. He was grateful you didn't tell the guys what he'd done- though he didn't know if you did once he moved out. (2. 2 anxious thoughts, ah ah ah)

He shook it off and grabbed the remote, switching through the channels in attempt to find something actually interesting. His phone began to ring.

He took it from his pocket, seeing Patrycks work number, a little caught off guard, but immediately answering.

"Hey," he greeted, still flipping through channels.

"Tord, do you have any place other than your own you would be able to stay at?" he questioned frantically.

Tord tried to sound calm, though was freaking tf out on the inside based on that sentence alone.

"Wh- what?" he turned off the TV to pay more attention.

"Look, we'll explain later, you need to get out of the house." Patryck stressed.

"Okay, dad." Tord joked, trying to make light of whatever was happening.

"I have... I think I have somewhere I can go. Can you two pick me up?" Tord thought hesitantly, hoping desperately you hadn't told the guys, or if you had that they'd forgive him. Excluding Tom, probably.

"We're already on our way. Pack- and be quick."

Patryck hung up before Tord could say anything else. He sat there for a moment, before shoving his phone back into his pocket and speeding to his room.

A few minutes passed before Patryck and Paul arrived, not bothering to knock on the door.

"Tord, come on, we have to hurry!" Paul called.

"I'm coming, hold on!" Tord shouted back.

Patryck sighed heavily, heading into his room. While they had no clue what the assassin was doing nor when he would take charge, they assumed he wasn't going to take his time because most people don't.

He entered Tords room, startling him.

"Hey- sorry I don't mean to take too long," Tord frantically shoved clothes and other items into a suitcase.

Patryck didn't reply, helping Tord and zipping the suitcase shut. He rushed back out, Tord following, and entered the car.

Paul closed the door and followed, getting into the passenger seat. Tord sat in the back and Pat quickly began driving, not waiting for the others to buckle.

"Where are we going," Pat questioned, looking at Tord through the rear view mirror.

"...Edds house," he responded, quietly.

Pat paused.

"You cannot be serious. We're going to stay with previous targets?" he inquired, a little frustrated.

Him and Paul didn't have strong feelings about the three Tord used to be friends with, but assumed that as his previous friends, they wouldn't forgive him for something that bad.

"If this doesn't work, we're leaving you at the assassins house," Paul joked.

"Why don't we just go to the base?" Tord asked.

"Well, one, the higher ups don't want you there anymore. And two, the assassin will take out anyone in his way." Pat replied.

"Wh-?? Who is the asassin, Patryck?"

There was a moment of silence. Hesitation. This scared the shit out of Tord, since the two in front of him were pretty straight forward most of the time. Seeing as hesitation was probably not the best course of action when you could possibly be killed.

"Paul?" Tord leaned forward, glancing between the two.

As the pulled up to Edds house, Patryck took a deep breath.

"Red eyes."

The color fell from Tords face. Panic set low in his stomach, nearly making him feel sick. Red eyes was responsible for many deaths of high ranking officials world wide, not just the Red Army. He'd seen the guy in action before, and it wasn't pretty.

"Might as well put a target on my back now that I'm no longer leading an army," Tord said, sarcastically.

Patryck seemed lost in thought for a moment.

"You alright?" Paul questioned.

Pat slammed the car into break, quickly opening the door and slamming it behind him, walking up to the house they were now in front of.

"What happened?" Tord rubbed his nape.

"Red eyes killed his girlfriend," Paul responded, simply.

He followed Patryck.

Tord slumped back in his seat for a second, running his hands through his hair. This could not be happening.

He got up and joined Paul and Patryck. Paul rang the door bell, anxiously hoping they would let them in.

After a moment, Edd opened the door, a Cola in hand. He looked a the two, confused, though when he met Tords gaze, he paused. His mouth opened to speak, though he quickly changed his mind, his eyes speaking more than he needed to.

Tord wanted to apologize, but was quickly interrupted.

"Hello," Patryck greeted.

"There is a lot to unpack, but in short one of the worlds most elite assassins has sights on us and we need a place to stay. We assume he won't look here and assume we left town if we aren't at our base, so.." he held his hands behind his back, hiding the nervous fidgeting.

There wasn't much they could do if this didn't work.

Edd held his breath, thinking. After a moment, he glanced between the three and let out, "Sure."

It looked forced, but it was good enough. He moved to the side, allowing room for the three to walk through. They did as such, quietly. Matt and Tom were sat on the couch. They looked at the three, quickly reacting. Tom looked almost offended that Edd would let them in, and Matt was a lot more focused on who the two in uniform were.

"Edd!" Tom exclaimed.

"Hm?"

"What is he doing here??" he motioned to Paul, Pat, and Tord.

Paul didn't let him respond.

"We'll explain." he took a seat on the red recliner.

Tom was extremely skeptical of the three, especially Tord, obviously.

Patryck and Tord sat on the couch, Tom moved closer to Matt so he wasn't next to Tord.

"Oh, wait." Edd stopped Paul, walked up the stairs to grab someone. In his room he found you, scrolling on your phone.

"Uh, hey, you might wanna come down stairs." he began.

"What's going on?" you looked up at him.

He was pretty chill as usual, but there definitely anxiety and repressed anger in the mix, and you could see it.

"Just- come on," he walked back down, not letting you respond.

You didn't think much, turning off your phone and following.

There you saw Tord, Paul, and Patryck. The two looked up and waved at the familiar face, though Tord didn't see you since you were behind the couch. While you weren't upset to see those two, you couldn't help but assume that Tord was with them.

You walked around and stood in between the recliner and couch with Edd.

Tord avoided your eyes.

"Hi.." you raised a brow, wondering why they were here.

"Why am I the only person upset about this?" Tom suddenly piped up.

Tord inhaled sharply.

"He tried to kill us!" Tords heart dropped.

"And we forgive him," Edd added, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Why? Why do you forgive him for that?" Tom stood, looking back at you and Edd.

"Because he's our friend!" Matt joined in.

"Yeah, because friends try to kill each other." Tom remarked, sarcasitcally.

"TAKE," Paul began, frustrated. The three stopped speaking.

"A seat." he continued.

Tom bit his tongue, knowing he'd be shut right back down and honestly didn't really want to fight right now. He sat back down.

"So, what's happening?" you turned to Paul.

"Basically, one of the worlds most elite assassins has us in his sights." he explained.

"Assassin doesn't even sound like a word anymore," Pat mumbled.

"What??" you placed your hand on the couch cushion, using it like a stress ball.

"We're taking refuge here because this isn't somewhere we think he'll look," Paul continued.

"You think he won't? You aren't sure?"

"Look-"

"See! I'm not the only one who thinks this is a bad idea! Tord led a hit man to our house!"

"No I didn't!" Tord shot back. "I didn't even know about this until they told me, get mad at them," he pointed at Paul and Patryck.

"We're gonna die!" Matt cried out.

"I feel like I'm babysitting children right now," Patryck began.

"Nothing is going to happen, okay? He has no reason to look here, he doesn't even know of you four, you'll be fine." he said.

"Just treat this like a usual day with a few guests."

"Even if this was a normal day with a few guests," Tom spoke up. "It isn't normal with him around."

Tord rolled his eyes, getting defensive despite his guilt.

"Tom, please," you moved your hand to his shoulder.

"You knew about what he did months before you told us! I should be pissed at you, shouldn't I?" Tom exclaimed, a little blinded by anger.

"Tom this is not the most important issue right now!" you fired back.

"Do you hate him enough to wish his death??"

He paused, merely slumping back into the couch and grunting.

You sighed. "You guys will have to take the couches, hope that's alright,"

"We'll take what we can get, don't worry," Paul replied.

You turned to Matt who was nearly shaking.

"We're gonna be fine," you reassured, giving him a smile.

Sure you weren't positive, but the last thing you needed was a panicked Matt.

A bit of time had passed. Paul, Pat, and Tord were watching TV, Matt was in his room, Edd was mowing the lawn, and Tom was hanging out with you up in your room.

"I can't believe you guys are letting him stay here," Tom let out quietly.

"Tom, I know what he did was unforgivable. Hell, I'm a little surprised the guys forgave him," you stated.

Maybe excluding Matt, but Tom probably knew that.

"I mean did you see how quiet he was? I bet he feels bad," you were definitely lying- well about knowing.

You didn't know what he was thinking and just wanted to calm Tom down, but you did hope Tord regretted what he'd done.

"No he doesn't," Tom mumbled.

"You know what, I'll go talk to him. I'll prove it," you really didn't need to do that, but you really wanted to lighten up the mood.

Even if only a little bit. So, once Tom was done with the sarcastic remarks you stood and left the room, walking downstairs.

"Tord?" you began, leaning over the couch.

"Hm?" he looked up at you.

"Can I talk to you for a second," you motioned to the back door. "Uh- privately,"

He paused, wondering what you'd need to speak to him about if not being upset at him. Though, he didn't question you, getting up and following you outside.

"What is it?" he inquired.

"Look, I'm a quarter positive I know the answer but I'm going to ask anyway. Do you..." you hesitated strongly.

Tord gave you a confused expression, but under it was worry. You pondered if you should be straight forward or sugarcoat the question. You let out a quiet sigh before continuing.

"Do you feel bad?" you asked.

His demeaner faltered. He didn't say anything for a second. He just stared at you, a look in his eyes that you couldn't describe if you tried. He looked so... perplexed. By what you weren't sure. Though your thoughts became clouded with concern when you noticed the tears welling up in his eyes.

"I..." he thought about how he'd phrase the words.

"I don't think I've ever felt more guilty," he wanted to avoid your glance, but it was strangely difficult.

You didn't respond, wanting him to keep going.

"I just..." Tord couldn't bring himself to speak.

There was so much he wanted to say, but so little good ways to explain it. He wanted to apologize, to sulk in the sadness and guilt he was clouded with, but he just couldn't do it.

But you could see it. In his eyes, in his stance, hell in the way he was trying to look away from you, worried you were judging him. Even you couldn't think of how to respond. He'd apologized before and meant it, but this was more than that. It was something hard to even process.

"Tord," you started, taking a deep breath.

"I do forgive you, and so do the guys- well other than Tom," you chuckled lightly.

His breath hitched. It was pretty clear that he'd been forgiven, considering the fact that he was even let into the house. But, hearing it. Being told directly- it felt so different. Now he really couldn't bring himself to say anything.

And you didn't need him to. You stepped closer to him and pulled him into a hug. He didn't react at first. You'd hugged him before, but it still was foreign. He never really had people there to comfort him and he didn't know what to do in this kind of situation.

His breath became unstable as he tried desperately not to let tears fall. His arms weakly slithered around your back, and he buried his face into your shoulder. You two stood there like that for a moment.

"I'm-" he sniffled. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.

You could hear the sob he was choking back, and it hurt. You couldn't imagine how he felt.

"I'm so fucking sorry," Tord continued.

He mumbled a few more 'I'm sorry's before sighing and pulling back. He wiped his eyes and few times before he looked back at you. His red face was enough to bring tears to your own eyes.

"It's okay, Tord," you told him.

It wasn't, truthfully. What he did wasn't forgivable, but those actions alone weren't what you were forgiving him for. You were forgiving him for making a mistake that he came to regret. Him planning ultimately to kill his friends and experiment on Tom would never be okay. But his realization and apology for even having those thoughts to begin with were. And he knew that. He knew what he did was never going to be considered acceptable, but he didn't care. He just wanted his friends back.

"I..." voiced Edd.

Oh shit. You'd forgotten that he was out here. He'd finished mowing before you two had come outside, but he was sitting on a lawn chair which neither of you had seen.

You and Tord glanced over at him. He stood and joined you, paying more mind to Tord. Edd didn't say anything, giving him a quick hug and a smile.

There wasn't much dialogue after that, just a moment of comfortable silence.

"(Reader)?" called Tom from his room.

His window peered over the backyard, though he didn't realize you guys were out there until the conversation had ended.

"Are you done, yet?" he questioned.

You chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," you turned back to Tord and Edd.

"Thank you, Tord. For apologizing," you added before reentering the house.

You trailed up the stairs, greeting Tom again.

"How'd that go?" he asked, sarcastically.

"He said he was sorry, Tom," you began, catching his attention.

"A few times, actually."

"So?"

"'So?'? He cried onto my shoulder for like five minutes, Thomas," you continued.

He didn't say anything, the shock on his face being a little humerus to you.

"I know you didn't really ever like Tord, but you gotta give him a break, man,"

Tom wanted to comment on how they were who needed a break after all that happened, but he didn't. He merely looked at you. An expression you couldn't really read because of the lack of eyes.

"You don't have to forgive him. I understand if you don't want to, really, I do. But don't be an asshole about it,"

He looked down, nodding simply.

You gave an unsure smile and pat his shoulder.

"At least he won't try to attack us again," you joked.

He chuckled. "Yeah,"

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YOO! I'm super glad I finally got this out lol. I have like six requests to work on so pardon the wait-- but this was fun to write! Obv this is part one of probably two or three. I just wanted to get this out already because I was very excited to write it, hope you enjoyed! I'll try to get the other part(s) out soon :DD (also this wasn't proof read so apologizes if there were mistakes

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mikeyddie · 2 years

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* plss give me sanders sides requests I am begging

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #deciet sanders #remus sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #ts #ts logan #ts patton #patton ts #virgil ts #thomas sanders

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mikeyddie · 2 years

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* im not happy stimming you are /j THIS IS SO AMAZING??? I LOVE IT <33

For the very talented @freddysstuffs work! A favorite scene of mine from the love potion disaster.

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mikeyddie · 2 years

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* YESYES YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING I LOVE THIS SM <333

* Yo @purple-striped-shirt !! The second part is here!! I hope you like it :D Let me know if I missed anything you specified or if I can change anything ^^

* “Edd, we need to talk,” he glanced back at you,

“Okay,”

You dragged him back inside and sat him on the couch.

“Tom!” You called out.

Thankfully Matt and Tord were already in the living room, but you needed to let everybody know about this.

He came down the stairs a minute or so later and plopped onto the couch.

“What’s up?” he questioned.

You sighed.

“This is going to sound really dumb,” you prefaced.

“But Edd is- well..” you thought about a good way to say it.

“Matt, that little bottle you found at the store. It was a love potion,” you finally said.

Tord stared at you for a moment before chuckling.

“Wait are you serious?” Tom inquired.

“Look- I know it’s stupid-” you were quickly interrupted by Tom bursting out into laughter.

You face palmed, not really having expected a different response, but it certainly wasn’t the one you wanted.

“Dude, just listen. Edd was flirting with Eduardo just a second ago. He wouldn’t even do that as a joke!” you exclaimed, causing Tom to pause.

Edd smiled at the thought of said man.

“Oh my god- that’s what that was??” Tord piped up.

“See, I have a witness,” you chuckled under your breath.

“I-” Tom inhaled deeply.

“I’m gonna go back to my room,” he stood, but you quickly pushed him back onto the couch.

“No, you’re not.” You glanced over at Edd for a second.

He was staring out of the window, paying you and the guys no mind. You wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t been listening at all to what you just said. You followed his gaze and realized one of the windows peered straight at the neighbors house.

“Hey, Edd, can you look for my charger? I think it’s somewhere upstairs,” you asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Oh, sure,” he trailed up the stairs.

Truthfully, your charger was plugged in in the kitchen, but part of this you didn’t want Edd to hear.

“Okay, I dabble a bit in magic, so I’m going to try and find or make a cure to this because- well if I don’t soon,” you glanced out the window.

“Edd’s actions will,, escalate.” You hesitated.

“Why don’t you three fix that while I go to the store, eh? Who wants ice cream?” Tord spoke up.

“Nope. You’re helping,” he groaned.

“Why wrap us into this? Just fix Edd yourself,” Tom added.

“Trust me, you don’t want that. Plus, if I’m able to make a cure it’ll probably take at least twenty-four hours.” you glanced over at Matt who was only half paying attention.

“Matt, Tord,” they perked up. “You two will be my assistants,” Tord threw his head back and groaned again, really rubbing in how much he just wanted to go about his day like any other.

“Tom, keep Edd away from the neighbor’s house,” If he had eyes, he’d had rolled them, you were sure.

“I’ll talk to Mark and Jon in a bit. I just need to make sure I have everything I need first. Come on,” you gestured for them to follow you.

“Hey, Edd, I found it. You can come back down, sorry,” you lied.

But there wasn’t a response.

You entered his room which you two shared. He was staring out of his window which- of fucking course looked into Eduardos room. This wasn’t going to get any easier, was it.

“Okay, that’s enough of that.” you peeled Edd away from the window and turned to face Tom.

“Why don’t you two go to the arcade,” you suggested, pushing Edd toward the blue hooded anger ball. He sighed and grabbed Edd’s arm, taking him out.

You shook your head and closed the curtains.

“Alright,” you kneeled down and stuck your hands under the bed, fishing around for something.

Once you felt it, you pulled forward a chest. You pulled a small key out of your bun and unlocked it. (lol this is silly but I wanted to add it) It was filled to the brim with very illegal magic stuff. Matt and Tord were taken aback, Tord more focused on the law breaking, but Matt was intrigued by the magic.

“Woah!! That’s so cool!” he exclaimed.

“Hehe, thanks,” you reached under again for a small cauldron.

“I’m holding back everything in me to call you a witch right now,” Tord joked.

You shared a chuckle before looking through the items filling the chest. You pulled out a few components you’d need for the counteracting potion and set them aside, closing, locking, and pushing back the chest.

“Okay, I’m gonna go speak to the neighbors. If Tom and Edd come back keep him away from the windows,” you cringed at your own sentence.

You stood and left the room, headed straight to Mark, Jon, and Eduardo. You knocked on the door. After a few moments, Eduardo opened the door.

“Uh- hey,” he glanced around you, searching for Edd, happy to see he wasn’t with you.

“Can I talk to you three for a second?” you questioned, peering behind him.

“Sure,” he moved to the side.

You weren’t necessarily friends with them, but you weren’t enemies either. Well, you and Jon were friends but that was also because he hung out with Matt a lot and you and Matt are pretty close. In short, you and the neighbors are cool.

“Hi, (Reader)!” Jon greeted kindly, waving.

“Hey,” you returned his smile.

“What’s up?” Eduardo began.

“Okay, this is going to sound stupid,” you repeated.

“But to explain earlier-” Eduardo perked up.

“Matt found some weird potion at the shops, and I knocked it over onto Edd’s toast. He is under the effects of a love potion,” you awaited their reactions.

Mark chuckled.

“I thought potions were only in movies,” Jon spoke.

“Yeah,” Eduardo was clearly stifling a laugh.

“If this is some elaborate prank, it’s not funny,” he continued. “Well, at least not how you’re intending,”

“I’m not joking,” you sighed.

Eduardo couldn’t help but laugh, Mark joining. Jon was more confused than convinced, but part of him believed you.

Suddenly, you heard a thud. You turned to see Edd, his face and hands smooshed against the window. Once Eduardos gaze met his, he waved excitedly, his face a bit red.

“Jesus,” Mark let out, no longer laughing.

“Uh, why is Edd on the window?” Jon asked.

“(Reader), you can tell him to stop, I know you guys are joking,” Eduardo wasn’t laughing either.

“Do you really think I would have Edd do this? Do you think he would do this?? Not unless he was under some kind of potion,” you emphasized potion, hoping Eduardo would believe you.

“Look, Eddo, whether you believe me or not, you need to stay away from Edd. He will stop at nothing,” you said, shortening his name. You’d only heard Mark call him that, but you thought it was kind of funny.

“Mark, Jon, don’t answer the door if it’s him.” you added.

They nodded.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna do that,” Eduardo jogged up the stairs.

You turned back to wave at Mark and Jon before exiting their house.

“Edd, come on. You can get arrested for this kinda shit,” you didn’t want to be mean, but there was no nice way to tell your friend not to stalk the neighbors.

You grabbed him and began walking toward your house until you realized Tom wasn’t with you.

“What the,” you looked around. He was no where in sight.

“Edd where’s Tom?” you inquired.

“The arcade,” he smiled, staring dreamily at Eduardos house.

You sighed and pushed him inside.

“Tord, Matt, please keep him inside and close the curtains,” you turned before they could reply and headed to the arcade.

There you found Tom playing some shooting game.

“Dude!” you lightly punched his arm.

“Huh? Oh, hey, (Reader),” he paid you little to no mind.

“You were supposed to be watching Edd,” you glanced between him and the game, referring to your love-sick friend like a child being babysat.

Tom merely shrugged. You snatched the plastic gun from him and shot at all the wrong angles, making him lose quickly.

“Hey!” he exclaimed angrily.

“What was that for?” he realized Edd wasn’t next to him and looked around.

“Where’d he go?” he muttered under his breath.

“The neighbors window,” you said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Tom stared at you for a moment before face-palming.

“I got distracted,”

You groaned quietly.

“Come on,”

You two went back to the house where you made sure all the windows were closed and covered and began making a counteracting potion. Which was actually easier than you’d expected, but still difficult. Specifically, because of how long it would take. Some mixed ingredients would need to sit for multiple hours, for example. It was going to be a long process. But in the end it’d be worth it. After an hour or so of mixing up different components and making mistakes, you decided you’d take a break. You trudged down the stairs.

“Where’s Tord and Tom?” You questioned Matt who was in the kitchen, getting a snack.

“Tom is in his room and I think Tord is showering,” he replied, fetching a can of cola from the fridge.

“Oh, okay.” you turned before noticing the lack of Edd.

“Where is,” you inhaled sharply, trying not to raise your voice. “Where is Edd?” you turned back to Matt.

“He said he needed something from the store,” Matt closed the fridge and took a bite from the sandwich he’d just made.

“You never learn,” you muttered.

“Huh?” you shook your head and walked outside.

Sure enough, Edd was- ohmyfuckinggod. He was looking through Eduardos bedroom window, again. The curtains were closed but there was just a big enough sliver for him to see inside. From what you could tell, Eduardo was changing his shirt. Jfc, this is hard to look at.

“Edd Gould!!” you shouted, similar to an angry parent.

He jumped and glanced back at you.

“Hi!” he waved, acting like he hadn’t been doing anything.

“What is wrong with you? Get over here,” you demanded, but he didn’t budge.

“But it’s nice out, isn’t it? Why not enjoy the fresh air?” he scratched his nape.

You glared at him. He wanted to oblige but the look on your face told him he should probably listen.

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It’s around 4PM now. Edd was sleeping on the couch, Tord next to him scrolling through channels on the TV. You and Matt were up in your room. You’d taken the potion back out of the trash since there was still a little left in it. You needed it to study what was in it and how it entered the victims mind, yk. There was a lot you’d need to know in order to make a potion to fight it. Matt was currently holding onto it while you were adding to the cauldron.

“Hey, do you guys-” Matt jumped at the suddenness of Tom entering your room.

The corkscrew wasn’t in the bottle so just enough liquid managed to splash out and into… oh my god. Into Tom’s mouth. Today could not get any worse. Is what you would say if you’d even been looking at the two, which you were not. You were paying close attention to your work as not to mess it up, so you didn’t even manage to notice Tom coughing at the disgusting taste.

“Aw- gross!” Tom looked down at Matts hand to see what he’d just swallowed.

Of course, to his horror, he was about to fall in love with whoever he looked at when it took effect. He fought the urge to swing at Matt, closing his eyes and- just for good measure- covering them with his hands.

“Matt, hand me the-” you turned, seeing Tom.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” you questioned.

Habit and muscle memory fucked Tom over as he looked up at you. The potion took effect soon after.

“Your uh- your hair looks nice today,” he complimented, shyly.

Tom wasn’t one to be straight forward or, hell- even say anything if he had feelings for someone. So it would be pretty easy to tell. But you, of course, didn’t. I mean friends compliment each other, right? Though you were a little surprised, seeing as it came from Tom of all people.

“Oh- uh, thanks,” you smiled.

“Is that all or did you need something?” you questioned, putting down the small bottle you’d been holding and standing up, walking up to the two.

“Matt, could you,,” you held your hand out.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he gave you the nearly empty teardrop shaped bottle.

“Wait,” you held it close to your eye.

It had definitely lost some of the liquid, and it was dripping on the side.

You looked back up to see Tom’s cheeks were lightly dusted in pink as he stared you down awkwardly. You looked back at Matt who was a little nervous.

“Again??” you glared at Matt before walking back to the cauldron and placing the bottle next to it.

“I’m taking a break,” you pushed past the two.

“Matt is driving me up the wall,” you mumbled, half joking, as you sat between Edd and Tord.

“Hm?” Tord turned to you.

“He spilled the potion on Tom,” you leaned your head back, running your fingers through your hair.

Tord snorted. “Seriously? Who’d he fall for?” he stifled a laugh as he awaited your response.

“Me,” you said, too quiet for Tord to hear.

“What was that?”

“Me!” you shot back up, looking at him.

He burst into laughter, both feeling bad and finding it absolutely hilarious.

“Hey,” Tom entered the living room. Tord paused.

You scooted closer to Tord, father from Tom.

Tom gave Tord a dirty look. Oh no.

“Wanna hang out?” he questioned you.

You glanced at Tord.

“Uh,” you inhaled sharply.

“I’m a little busy,”

Tom, being Tom, dirtied the expression he sent Tord. There’s no way he thinks that, does he?

“Back off,” he hissed.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Tord continued laughing, hardly able to contain himself.

“There’s no way!” Tord exclaimed through his giggles, finding nothing but humor in this whole situation.

The laughter woke Edd, who looked around confused.

“What’s going on?” he asked, tiredly.

“Tom, please go back upstairs,” you said.

“Ohhh, no.” he rolled up his sleeves, walking closer to Tord.

You stood, grabbing the Norskis arm and quickly leaving the house to let Tom cool off and hopefully not attack Tord. You two stood outside, waiting for him to calm down from the laugh attack he’d been hit by.

“This is the funniest shit ever,” he added once he’d finally caught his breath.

“Love’s in the air today,” you joked,

“No kidding,”

“Forget the break I need to finish this potion now,” you reentered the house, Tord following.

You grabbed a broom from beside the door as Tom stepped up to you.

You held out the broom, keeping yourself a good distance from him. Tord, of course, couldn’t help but giggle. Edd did the same when he saw.

“Back-” you chuckled. “Back up, dude,”

“Wh- I just wanna hang out,” Tom looked a little hurt.

“Yeah, but, I’m pretty busy right now,” Once you made it to the stairs, you dropped the broom and ran.

The second you entered your room, you locked the door.

“What happened? I could hear you guys from up here,” Matt began.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you sat next to him.

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It was about 7:30 when you finished the counteracting potion. Well, the first version, at least. God knows it could take far more to get it right. You snuck downstairs, tiptoeing behind the couch to avoid the three watching TV in the living room. You grabbed a few glasses and prepared some hot cocoa. Once it was done, you mixed one of them with the teal-colored liquid you’d made. Thankfully the color didn’t change. You leaned over the couch, hesitantly.

“Made some hot cocoa,” you spoke quietly, half hoping they wouldn’t hear you.

Tom turned.

“Oh, thank you!” he gave you a smile and took the cup.

You stood there for a moment, watching him blow on it before taking a sip.

“Well, are you gonna get us any?” Tord asked, glancing back at you.

You held up your index finger at him instead of saying to wait a minute.

Something in Tom’s demeanor changed as he relaxed into the couch, similar to how he usually sat. More slumping than anything.

“Hey, Tom,” you spoke.

He looked back at you.

“Hm?”

“How do I-” you paused, cringing before you could even finish the sentence. “How do I look today?”

Tom eyed you, wondering if you’d done anything different or if you were testing him for some reason. He didn’t see anything out of the norm.

“Uh, normal? I don’t know, what do you want me to say,” he questioned, caught off guard by the question. To be fair, today had been very strange.

“Oh, thank God,” you let out quietly.

Though, while paying full attention to Tom, you hadn’t noticed Edd stand and leave the house. As soon as you noticed your breath hitched.

“This doesn’t get any easier does it,” you rushed back into the kitchen and mixed your potion with his cocoa and sped out the door.

You looked around, seeing him nowhere. Though, you did notice the door of the neighbor’s house was cracked open… with a paper clip sticking out of the doorknob. You nearly dropped the glass in your hand, running inside.

“Mark?” you called. “Jon? Edd???”

You placed the glass on the coffee table and looked through the house, not finding anybody.

“Please!” you heard. “I’ll only be a minute!” It was Edd, upstairs.

“No, back off, dude! Eduardo doesn’t want to see you,” Mark replied.

You rushed upstairs, seeing them and Jon standing outside Eduardos bedroom.

“Leave me alone!” you heard him shout from inside.

Edd noticed you.

“You are literally stalking him! You broke into our house for Christs sake!” Mark exclaimed, blocking the door.

“Edd!” you grabbed his arm.

“This had gone too far, come here!” he tried to pull away from your grip, but couldn’t.

You rushed back down, Edd nearly falling as he raced to keep up. You took the now cold cocoa off the table and held it out to him.

“Drink it,” you demanded.

He stared at you for a second.

“Edd Gould!” you, again, shouted like an angry parent.

“Okay, okay!” he took it and gulped down most of it.

After a moment he looked around the house, confused.

“What th- why are we in here?”

You exhaled deeply in relief, your head falling to his chest as you pulled him into a hug.

“I’m gonna beat your ass if this ever happens again,” you let out,

He awkwardly pat your back.

“Is he normal?” Mark questioned, trailing down the stairs with Jon.

“Yeah,” you pulled back.

“What??” Edd turned to face them.

“Eduardo! He’s back to normal!” he called.

You heard the door open and Eduardo peeked out from the hallway.

“Eduardo,” Edd growled like usual.

Eduardo rushed down and punched him in the face.

“Dude!!” Edd looked down at Eduardo.

“Get out of my house,” Eduardo was tired of this shit lmao

“Please,” he added when nothing happened.

You turned and pulled the paper clip out of the doorknob and waited for Edd to join you. You two walked back to the house. You told Edd about everything he missed- you’d never seen him so appalled and apologetic. It was a little funny.

The end

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