Tomtord Oneshots (Discontinued)

Tord X Tom

   Joy added everything new to the British man's attitude. He constantly felt like his heart was glittering and it seemed that a permanent smile had been placed on his face. He was just at a flower shop buying flowers for Tord. This was because it was their two year anniversary of dating. Tom wanted to give something in return to the person who he had hoped he would come to marry since middle school. To the man who gave him more hope than anything else in the world. He was just exiting the shop with a bouquet of flowers in hand when he saw the one and only red hooded communist five feet ahead of him.

   Strangely enough, he hadn't seen his beloved all day, and at the moment Tord had his back turned and head tilted down. Like he was talking to someone. He staggered a few steps forward, he felt like his stomach turned to knots but he passed it off as nonsensical jealousy. To be safe, he chose to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"... love ya, babe."

   The thick Norwegian accent spoke with pure fluency. Without guilt or hesitation. Tom convinced himself that Tord was calling him... Even if he never got a notification from his phone. He convinced himself that the man that he loved wouldn't cheat on him. Much less on their anniversary. He walked at an angle to see the devil-horned man and short brunette girl kissing. Tears welled at his eyes as he felt nauseated. He slowly walked off. Not having the energy to run. His heart felt as if it had reached a new low. Like other's started to use his heart as their personal cushion. Instead of getting red in the faced like you normally would, he went pale. Well, paler than he normally is. To the point where he looked like a ghost. His hands tightly gripped his stomach, his breathing becoming infrequent, random, and short. His steps wavered as he kept his void of eyes on the ground. Everything around him was spinning, he felt like any oxygen he breathed in was filled with poison. Tears fell as if they were waterfalls. His body rocked to the point where he had to sit down.

   Tord never noticed. He kept talking to the girl. Almost no one was on the streets and he could feel himself drifting into darkness as a worried, loud, and feminine voice parted the air. Finally, the hooded male came to notice his actual boyfriend was fainting, so he walked over with worry evident on his face. Well, the worry was evident on his face when his new girlfriend wasn't looking. He had to walk around the flowers that Tom became too weak to actually carry. Guilt made it's way to his throat as he looked at the flowers that Tom was obviously planning to give to him. He laid his hand on his shoulder, faking a look of confusion for his girlfriend. No look of compassion could be found in his stare, definitely for someone's who's prominent vision was black then color. More tears fell down his face as he felt all of his hope plummet as he looked into the communist's stone like eyes. Eventually, his whole vision was enveloped with black as the red-clad rubbed his eyes. Trying to mask the tears that felt as if they were a second away from falling.

   The small alcoholic awoke with a jolt. He flinched at his own tears that fell down his face. He shoved his face into his legs as sobs controlled his body movement for the time being. He knew it was a nightmare, so he had to ask why the hell did it feel so real. He and Tord were technically on a break from their relationship from a minuscule fight, but his mind was clouded. All he knew is that he needed comfort, and he also knew that love is normally the largest comfort. He flinched at his own thoughts as even more tears fell down his face and slowly and dreadfully walked to Tord's room.

   As he opened the door he flinched, expecting to see that same girl lying next to Tord. Instead, there was one man in the bed, which he just left out a breath of relief that he didn't even know he was holding. He wanted to curl up into Tord's chest and cry. He also wanted Tord to stay asleep so he couldn't see how pathetic his boyfriend is because of a dream. He couldn't stop crying, and any time he tried to leave he felt his heart sink to pit bottom. So he stayed in the communist's room. In a futile, curled position. While Tord started to wake up, the alcoholic still kept sobbing. An annoyed groan was emitted through Tord's lips.

"Take the damned phone and watch the first video, alcoholic."

   The raspy voice had a thick Norwegian accent because of how early it is. Though, Tom didn't focus on how hot he would normally think his boyfriend sounded but how he called him an alcoholic. Reminded him of when they hated each other. More tears fell down his face as he grabbed the device. He walked to his room trying to withhold a cascade of even more tears that threatened to fall. Even that tiny plan failed miserably as once he got to his room he curled into the corner sobbing. He went through the unlocked phone's texts, just to make sure there was nothing. Which there was, all there was was a fight and slightly dented relationship. More sobs racked Tom's body as he thought if they would work past all of the fights their relationship has been through. Every worry he has ever had seemed amplified through his tiredness and the nightmare. He quickly clicked on the video to see a Norwegian who's face projected perfect frustration.

"So if you, Tom, are seeing this that means you don't actually understand the meaning of a break from a relationship. Like how you don't understand what an actual fucking conversation is. If you actually don't leave me be, you can kiss this relationship goodbye because I'm tired of all of the damned fighting. So fuck off. 'Cause at this point, I don't know if love is worth it."

   As the video ended Tom just curled into the corner. He gently slid the phone away from him as more tears dripped from his face. His whole body felt hot and tired of embarrassment and tears. Though, he still was curled up in the corner. Crying, with nothing else but his thoughts to haunt him. He felt frightened at the looming threat that his relationship with his communist would break like glass. He felt glued to that one place like it was made of iron.

   So when Tord finally decided that it would be almost impossible to fall asleep again. Guilt started to weigh down his heart. He walked over to Tom's room, quickening his pace when he heard sniffles. He opened the door to see a shivering and sobbing Tom curled in the corner. He cringed at the sweeping rush of a facade of almost adrenaline at seeing his loved one stuffing himself into the corner of his room. He rushed to him, falling to his knees just to engulf the other in a hug. Tears soaking into his uncovered skin, he gently rubbed circles into his back. Soon, small whispers were repeated into the air by the two gays. 'I'm sorry,'.

   Un-brisked tears clouded both of their eyes, guilt being the gauze for their slightly injured relationship. Soon their lips collided as a hurricane of emotions cleared their judgment. For once, both of them just cared about now.

A/N  

Grammarly just loves commas, don't they? (1303 words)