Head's up, I am really tired rn.
Tom couldn't sleep.
The small Brit helplessly tossed and turned on his mattress only to succumb to the will of insomnia.
It was pretty normal for him. I mean, it's pretty normal for everyone...
(4th wall breaking. No one reads this shit anyway lol)
He groaned. Irritated at his own self. Why couldn't he just fall asleep?
Having tried many things such as lavender scented candles, warm milk, tea, and even a sleeping pill, all attempts lead to failure.
Well... The sleeping pill worked...
...For a few hours... Two to be exact.
At this point, he never bothered to care.
Why not binge-watch memes til' dawn? Good idea, right?
It was currently midnight. He wouldn't have to wait much longer. Though it would make it seem as if he had a hangover in the morning.
Apparently plot and shit, Tom decided to fuck it.
He ain't watching memes tonight.
Instead, he decides to head over to a certain Communist's room.
Try to convince him to sleep with him.
Yeah, no.
However, his body disagreed with his mind.
Tom sat up, left his room and headed towards his enemy's door.
He was slightly hesitant.
Was he really doing this?
Would Tord think of this to be gay?
Yes probably.
After letting out a defeated sigh, he slowly raised his hand to knock when the door suddenly swung open.
There stood a tired Tord; hair all over the place and bags under his silver eyes.
"State your will." He groggily asked.
"Would... W- would you mind if I..." Tom's words trailed off. He was trailing off.
He started mumbling words, contemplating whether he should ask or not.
Apparently, Tord wanted to return back to his comfortable bed, so he grabbed Tom and pulled him into the room.
The door shut behind the eyeless Brit. Confused was he.
"What...?"
"Just get over here." Tord patted a space on his bed. He yawned. He clearly was tired.
Tom felt quite guilty.
Quite.
He slowly approached the bed and lay beside Tord facing the other direction.
Why was he doing this again?
(Maybe because author says so?)
He sighed in content. There he was, in Tord's room, laying in bed beside him.
Totally not gay.
Oh why hadn't he stuck to watching memes?
Suddenly, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his waist.
(Gotta have the cliché shit)
Tom was slightly surprised that Tord had spooned him.
Oh well
"Tord, what are you doing...?"
No response.
Tord buried his head on Tom's nape and inhaled his scent.
"Just... Sleep... Kay...?" Tord yawned.
Tom wished he could. He really did.
He could've used his sleep-depriving problem to either cook breakfast for the people in this house or anything else really other than staying there.
For some reason, Tom wasn't complaining.
He turned to face Tord.
He felt Tord pull him closer as he ran one of his hands through Tom's hair.
Yep. Totally not gay.
Tom began to study Ford's facial features.
The messy hair that almost covered his eyes, his (whatever) skin that shone against the moon's light, his jaw-line...
He yawned.
He was starting to get sleepy.
Tord continually ran his hand through his hair as he held the small Brit close.
Neither of them felt awkward. Huh.
Tom embraced Tord as he scooted closer. The feeling of being pet somehow pleased him. This continued on for quite sometime.
His eyes slowly closing as he heard a whispered "Sweet dreams, min kjaerlight."
(I probably got that wrong but eh.)
The birds started chirping the next day.
The two still in the same position, fast asleep.
Edd woke up and stretch his arms upwards.
"Gooood morning Ringo~"
He greeted his feline friend as she jumped up on the bed.
He gently pet the cat as it purred and leaned into his hand.
'I should wake them up. We've got plans for today.'
He gently placed Ringo down and hopped out of bed.
Leaving his room, he walked up the narcissist's door and knocked, calling for him.
"Hey Matt, time to rise up!"
(Ladies and Gentlemen! Here comes the General-)
A loud yawn could be heard from the other end of the door.
Shuffling sounds emitted from the room until the door swung open.
Matt was giddy for the day.
He was excited to leave for their little adventure.
"Good to see you looking forward for the trip, Matt. I'll go ahead to wake Tom and Tord."
Edd walked up to Tom's door and knocked.
No response. Pretty normal.
"Tom? You in there? Time to get up!"
Nothing.
"I'm coming in." Edd informed.
He twisted the doorknob and stepped inside only to find that his dear friend went missing.
He scanned the room for clues as to where his friend could be.
His eyes grazed over the messy mattress, to Tomee bear laying helpless on the floor surrounded by scattered rubbish, to his desk.
He thought too quick.
Tom was kidnapped.
"OH MY G- TORD-!!" Edd exclaimed as he rushed to said man's door.
Edd knocked on the door profusely; waiting for an answer. "Tord! Open up! Tom's gone missing!!!"
No response.
Edd panicked more.
'Nonononono don't tell me he got taken too-'
As the feeling of worry rushed to his mind, he quickly opened the door.
"TOrd- oh"
There they were.
Tord embracing the smaller male as Tom leaned against his chest.
The cola-lover just stood there staring at them in awe.
Taking out his phone, he took a picture (probably for blackmail) and decided to leave the two be.
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Okay that wasn't really fluffy but eh
Who am I entertaining?
Myself :'D
