TordTom [Eddsworld] Oneshots

✈Airplane Mode✈

(I'm sorry but Airplane Mode is just hajsjej- the best song ever aaA)

ah shit, a good ol' cliche fic based off some shitty song that only the author likes for some reason 👀

Pls dont hate me for the very bad oneshots I'm uploading, I'm currently dealing with finals and my home life is only continuing to get more uncomfortable (personal issues uwu), and I'm probably near going braindead from all of the effort I put into mass amounts of extra homework and studying so I can pass my exams. Please forgive me 🥺💝💦💕💖💫💓💞💘💗

Genre; floof

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No P.O.V.

Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was a small, cramped space; probably enough to give someone claustrophobia. The man beside him snored loudly, head lolling back, and the baby a few seats behind him was throwing a tantrum.

He rubbed his temples, trying to soothe his migraine. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, immediately knowing it was his communist boyfriend again. He would usually answer it without hesitation, but this time he just grumbled, switching his phone to silent and non-vibrate, ignoring that text and the millions sent already.

He knew Tord was probably having a panic attack after he didn't respond to the 3rd out of the billions of messages he sent, but Tom was too stressed and tired to care. He'd been visiting family in another country (idk man, I just wanted an excuse to write-), and was now dealing with the aftermath of a several-hour-long plane ride back home to the U.K., where his roommates waited for his arrival.

He'd been gone for nearly 4 weeks now, and he's constantly being informed by Edd and Matt on the activities back home, such as Tord's constant worrying and whimpering, begging for them to ask him to return sooner, or how Tord keeps locking himself in their shared bedroom with Tommee Bear, scared for Tom's sake for no appearant reason.

Sure, the communist was clingy as fuck, but Tom loved it. It meant he was always around to help, and always ready to give Tom an overwhelming amount of love and affection when he wanted it (which was basically 24/7; Not that Tord minded). Not to mention his past lovers. He'd never experienced so much attention and genuine love from one person, his old partners and ex's usually fucking him and heading out for the night without a word.

He hadn't even realized he was tuning out all the noise around him until a sudden soft sort of 'beep' rang throughout the plane.

"Dear passengers, we will be landing shortly, please close all flipdown tables, return to your seat, and secure your seatbelts."

Tom tugged at his seatbelts to make sure he wasn't going to fly forward, and folded back his flipdown table to ensure that it wouldn't jab him painfully in the stomach whilst landing.

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He dragged his rolling suitcase behind him as he stepped into the airport station, his checkered Van's making small squeaks against the pristine white-speckled tile.

His backpack swung loosley from his shoulders as he walked, passing the large airport's resturants and shops. People bustled around him, the crowd nearly overwhelming. He checked his phone, eyes warily scanning the mass amount of notifications - obviously all coming from Tord.

He decided to surprise the communist we he got home, so he called Edd to come and pick him up soon.

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As Tom and Edd chatted it up in the front seats, laughing and slapping each other on the back, Tord was at home having a breakdown, with Matt desperately trying to calm him down.

"He doesn't love me anymore, Matt! I've sent him so many texts and emails and called him so many times, and he never picks up or replies! I'm such a bad boyfriend, why did I go for a boy so far out of my league? He's probably been gone so long because he met somebody new and wants to stay with them!" He sobbed. Matt cradled his shoulders, trying to calm him down, reassuring him that Tom will be home eventually, and that it was only another day or two at most.

Meanwhile, Edd and Tom pulled up in the driveway, Tom bouncing excitedly as Edd unlocked the door. Tom pushed past him and exploded out of the doorway, swinging his head around, looking for his beloved boyfriend.

"Edd, is that you? Back from shopping already, hu-" Matt yawned, cutting himself off, mouth agape as he stared at Tom looking around the living room.

"Tom, you're home!" Matt exclaimed, rushing forward to trap Tom in a bear hug. The creak of a door was heard in the hallway as feet pounded against carpet, Tord bursting onto the scene, looking around frantically after hearing the mention of his lover's name.

He let out a cry of joy as he bolted forward and scooped Tom up in his arms, crying into the Brit's hoodie as he peppered kisses anywhere Tom left his skin visible. He eventually nuzzled his face into the crook of Tord's neck, whimpering as Tord soothingly ran his fingers through his hair, whispering incoherent Norwegian phrases into his ear, barely audible as he hiccupped, breath occasionally coming in gasps.

Edd and Matt left them alone to be with one another in the living room as they went to Matt's bedroom, the ginger wanting to try his new concealers on Edd's slight acne.

Tord and Tom now laid there on the sofa, basking in each other's company as Tord ran his hands up and down Tom's love handles gently, a crooked grin plastered on his face as he passionately kissed his beloved Brit - until they heard a click behind them. They continued on giving one another affection, shrugging it off.

Little did they know Edd and Matt were around the corner of the hallway, scrolling through their latest set of blackmail.

Eh; the Norsk and the Brit would worry about it later - for now, they cuddled.

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Sksdkrjebrn its 11:36 and I'm boutta mcfucking pass out, I'm sO TIRED

I hope you enjoyed your daily dose of gay shit uwu 💕❤💖🧡💝💛💓💚💞💙💗💜💘

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