tomtord (with some plot)

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toms POV

my minds racing and i cant think straight. how am i going to get him off me. hes gotten stronger. i looked up to see wich hand he was using to pin my hand infront of me. shit. hes using his robot arm to pin my left arm behind my back. i felt him lean over my body. i shivered at the feeling of his rock hard chest on my back. even though he was wearing his red hoodie i could tell hes fit. wait- am i fuckin enjoying this!? he leaned closer to say something in my ear. his crotch was against my ass. i shivered again. i swear im going to kill this bastard "im going let go. dont even make an effort to run. we both know that would be a wasted effort" he's using that tone again. but hes right. hes obviously been spending the past 2 months training in some way or another while ive been wasting away doing nothing but sleeping and drinking. i dont want him to know im scared so i just kept quiet and nodded. i heard him let out a slight laugh. feeling his breath on the back of my neck sent shivers down my spine. he let go of my arms and sat up. i struggled to sit up and leaned against the couch. screw it i dont care anymore he already knew that my arm is injured. i curled up into a ball and gripped my left arm. it feels like the stitches are tearing. "that hurt you stupid fuckin commie" i could tell by the look on his face that he didnt like me calling him that. i dont care if hes strong and can beat my sorry ass for saying that. hes still the same commie bastard that betrayed his friends for his own selfish wants. "did you come here to be an ass or is there something you want" he glared at me then looked at the floor. "i wanted to see how badly you guys were hurt" he looked genuinly upset...  "im guessing you wanna see the stitches" he looked at me as his eyes widdened in slight... fear? "y-you have stitches?" i nodded yes. he sctooted close to me and lifted my left arm. i flinched "what are you doing" i glared at him. he didnt reply as he rolled up my sleeve. is he looking for the bandages? i took my arm away and rolled down my sleeve from my shoulder to show my bandaged upper arm. i looked at the norwegian and he has a blank emotionless expression on his face. i reached over to shake him on the shoulder "hey snap out of it" no response. holy shit is he shaking... "hey, say something-" i was cut off by him lunging towards me hugging me and causing me to fall back on the couch. he has a pretty tight grip and is digging his head in my shoulder. i was able to get my arms free from his grip "get the hell off of me" i said pushing on his shoulder using my right arm "classic stupid tom" he said breaking into laughter. he stopped hugging me. he placed his hands next to my head pinning me to the couch. hes laughing hysterically. im starting to panic again. what the hell do i do?! edd and matt wont come home for hours and im alone with this stupidly strong lunitic. 

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tords POV next maybe? owo yeaaaa imma go play video games enjoy this shitty fanfic~