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eddsworldwritingrequests · 2 years

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*One of the main 4* (you can choose) is secretly a crossdresser and *another of the main 4* (again, up to you) walks in on them

(IT HAS BEEN A YEAR. I AM SORRY. idk if you'll ever see this fic but if you do i am sorry for how late this is i had like practically abandonded this account but got sudden motivation back so aaaaa

I did Matt (cross-dresser) and Tom (walking in) for this bit and I hope you don't mind but there is a little TomMatt sprinkled in there because I genuinely couldn't help myself. So sorry again for the lateness and I hope you enjoy!)

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Matt gave a bitter laugh at the irony of it all, staring at himself in the mirror.

He didn’t mean for this to be a thing, but eventually it became one and as much as he loved the feeling of being put into a dress, the man just couldn’t help but hear the remarks of his friends playing in his head. The half-hearted insults when they were younger, the sly comments on how he was always just a bit more feminine, a bit more pretty looking, a bit less… manly.

It bothered him, obviously it had when the ginger would burn up at the jabs and start waving his hands around at the accusations. So what if he took care of himself a bit better than the others, so what if he had a better skin care routine, let alone have one at all to begin with. That didn’t make him any less of a man and eventually the others backed off, but god, he was just contradicting himself with this one.

Matt couldn’t help it, though. God, he really really couldn’t when the dress he had on hugged his middle so perfectly, the puffiness of the top and bottom half of his clothes adding on to make it seem like the man had a figure. His waist looked smaller now that this thing was fit snugly on him and the way his arms were actually exposed for once made him flush a little.

He had been doing this frequently, but never will he get over just how dainty he looked without two layers on. With the dress having no sleeves, Matt’s freckled shoulders had never looked smaller. It was moments like these where Matt remembered why he specifically got an overcoat fitted with padded shoulders. Despite being taller than everyone in the house besides Edd, his frame wasn’t exactly wide.

“Christ.” Matt let out a sigh, glancing over his shoulder to the camera pointed towards his bed. As fun as this was, Matt didn’t just dress up for nothing. He usually made videos when his roommates weren’t home, kept up an account with this alter ego of his and managed to scrape up a bit more money than usual when something went well. It was never anything bad, but Matt couldn’t help the embarrassment settle in his stomach when joy flicked in his heart at the sight of his feet slipping into a pair of heels. He just needed the wig and voilà, he’d be all set up.

And, as if cursing Matt for even muttering Christ’s name to himself, he heard the muffled sound of an angry voice. It was enough to shock him, enough for Matt to freeze and pinpoint Tom’s obvious rage being expressed outside the house before the front door clicked open. There was a distant “Fuck you!” before the front door slammed shut and steps were suddenly sounding through the hallway downstairs.

Matt didn’t move. The guys had left presumably a couple minutes ago, but apparently they didn’t drive off yet. Going anywhere with Tom and Tord in a car was hard but it was doable, so the very fact that Tom chose today to opt out last minute on their trip to the outside world was just- just–

It was like a switch had been flipped when Tom called out Matt’s name with a hint of exhaustion. “Matt?! I’m coming up, Tord pissed me off so I’m back.”

The ginger turned his head to the camera, letting out a quiet noise of fear as he rushed over and practically knocked the thing on its side, stand and all. He shoved it under his bed, a little bit of relief filling him until the sound of steps started coming up the stairs. Matt panicked, whipping his head over to the wig that settled on the drawer. He choked, “UHHH, GIVE ME A MINUTE!”

“A minute?” The sound of Tom’s laugh was closer now, the steps not stopping as Matt threw the wig somewhere safe, heels clicking against the floorboard as he stumbled to unbuckle the latch around his ankle. “Come on, man, I’ve walked in on you showering befo–”

And there he stopped. Time stood still, as if a video had been paused and the people on display were stuck in their positions. Tom stood at the doorway, mouth open as he lost his words at the scene in front of him. Matt across the room from him, one hand frozen on the foot that was bent up behind him in an attempt to make the process easier, and the other hand was tugging the colorful earring out of its place on his ear.

They stared at each other, shame very quickly presenting itself in the form of red cheeks on Matt as he was the first to move. He didn’t speak, but a soft noise escaped him, almost a whine as he seemed to give up on the hurry of disrobing himself and instead let his foot fall, the clack of the heel sounding a little too loudly in their silence. The hand on his ear fell, and bright blue eyes just couldn’t seem to lock with the other’s gaze.

He was never going to hear the end of this. He was going to tell the others.

“Wha… uhm,” Tom swallowed his response, going quiet as his eyes took in the heels, the earrings, the dress. God, the dress, where did Matt get a dress from, one that fit him like that? The shortest of the two tried again to speak, actually managing to spit his words out properly. “What, uh– What are you wearing?”

Matt seemed to flare an even darker shade of red at the question, the ball in his throat suffocating him. He couldn’t stop the endless thoughts that rushed through his head, and the fact that Tom was still staring did not make it better.

“I–I just– You weren’t supposed to be home. Yet. For a while.” The ginger swallowed in an attempt to dislodge the barrier that refrained him from speaking, but it didn’t work. His nerves were jumping and the man had to physically stop himself from undressing in his spot from shame. He wanted the dress off already, he’d rather have been caught naked than in this thing if it meant Tom was going to absolutely bash him every day for it. He’d tell Edd and Edd would tell Tord and it was going to be constant harassment even if they meant no harm, Matt was going to be smothered by stupid comments and hurtful–

“Hey, it’s– Matt, I can see you holding your breath.” Tom stepped into the room, watching the other’s gaze whip immediately over at him. “Take a breath, man, it’s fine. It’s… uhm…”

There was more silence, more of Tom’s staring, less of Matt breathing. The ginger teetered in his spot, unsure if he should move. No, the shoes would be more obvious if he had to step all the way over to his bed, there was no way he was moving.

Matt finally let himself breath as Tom spoke again.

“Are… Are you trans?”

“What?” Matt let out a breath through his nose, hands coming to his sides and grabbing the soft fabric of his dress. He shook head, ignoring the slight tremor in his voice as he spoke again. “No, I’m not, I just like the– I like dressing up this way, okay? I just–”

Tom watched the other panic, unsure of what to do as he came more into the room. He stepped over towards the ginger, tilting his head up and finding a little annoyance in himself at how Matt stood even taller now with the extra inches on his shoes. Matt was already taller than him by a bit, but now it was entirely noticeable. Tom huffed before holding himself back, not wanting the other to freak out any more than he was. He didn’t want him to think Tom was weirded out by this, no, he couldn’t be when Matt looked so nice in what he was wearing.

“It’s fine, Matt, you’re– you, uh– you’re fine.” Tom hesitated, gaze dropping a bit as he looked at Matt’s collarbone, down his chest, and then to his waist where the dress gripped his midsection so nicely. It was obvious, not a subtle hint in the way Tom checked him out as he very quickly looked back up. “You look nice, I mean. With the dress on, and– Well, you’re even taller with the shoes so I’m having mixed feelings right now about that, but the dress. I mean, wow, hah.”

Matt blinked, watching Tom avert his gaze again and instead take in the dress. As if he had never seen something like this, as if every snarky bone in his body had left, Tom was over here amazed at Matt’s appearance, commenting on what he liked and making sure Matt was still breathing.

It was something the ginger had never seen before. Not on Tom, at least. The other was moody and the rare times where he actually let himself enjoy the moment, it was never towards someone. He never looked so curious, so intrigued, so drained of malice. None of the comments he made were harsh or teasing like what Matt expected. He didn’t know what to do.

The ginger found himself smiling a bit as one of Tom’s hands came over and lightly poked at the skirt part, feeling the cloth and not pressing down as if he might make Matt freak out again. The man in question only sighed, feeling his nerves settle a bit, but not disappear as he grabbed one of Tom’s hands with his own. Slowly, he pushed Tom’s hand onto the dress so he could feel the puffiness that was underneath.

“There’s, uhm… There’s like two or three layers underneath this part,” he said, voice quiet as Tom’s gaze looked up at him. They locked eyes finally, and for a second, Matt was sure Tom was going to say something. That his lips would turn into a sneer like they usually did and he’d make some comment.

Except, the comment never came. Tom only scrunched his nose up in confusion, looking back down and lifting the bottom of it slightly so he could see the ruffles underneath. Matt pursed his lips, “You, uhm… You think I look okay in it?”

“Okay? You look nice as hell, what are you talking about?” Tom laughed, bringing his hands back to himself. If he noticed the red come back to Matt’s cheeks, then he didn’t mention it as the ginger gave a small nervous hum.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Tom laughed again, but it was more quiet this time. He let his voice soften, watching Matt’s fingers come back to the side of the dress and pick at it. “I’m, uh, guessing you do this often?”

Matt hesitated, “Yeah, som– Only sometimes.”

“Right.” Tom lingered in his spot, the quiet slowly creeping back into their conversation. Nothing else needed to be said, nothing that Matt wanted to elaborate on and nothing that Tom wanted to poke at. What had been shown was shown and Tom knew that upon his entrance, they had both just silently agreed to never speak of this to anybody else. Nothing was to be hinted at, nothing to be teased about, nothing more.

Matt shifted again, leaning to the side a bit as his leg came up again. He went on to unbuckle his heel, going slower this time now that there was no rush. His eyes remained on Tom, however, and his voice wavered slightly as he spoke again. “I’m sorry if this is weird. I– we can talk about it later if you– if you want.”

Tom glanced down, if only briefly, at the ginger’s ankle. He nodded slightly until his eyes turned back up to Matt’s freckled face. “Only if you want. I don’t think it’s weird, I’m just a bit…”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, that’s the word.” Tom let his arms swing at his sides a little, teetering back as he realized the conversation was ending. He didn’t want to end it like this, no, so he managed to press together another sentence. Another question. “I’ll let you get changed and, uhm, we can watch a movie? That’s what I was gonna suggest before I… walked in.”

Matt gave a weak smile, his foot finally slipping out of the first shoe. He moved onto the other. Before he could respond to Tom’s suggestion, the other cut him off again, this time without looking at him as he muttered something else.

“Or you could… I mean, you don’t have to, uh… to take the dress off.”

It was quiet, but Matt caught it nonetheless. His cheeks burned with this whole mess of a scenario, but he smiled anyway from Tom’s quiet suggestion. It was from his voice alone that Matt was able to see that Tom had suggested it less for Matt’s own comfort and more for his own want. He genuinely liked seeing the dress on Matt. The ginger had yet to determine how to feel about it.

“Hah, okay then. Just give me a second to put some things away and I’ll be downstairs in a minute. Yeah?”

Tom nodded, not looking up at him anymore. He slowly backed up before finally turning completely and hurriedly taking himself down the steps. Tom’s shoes thunked against the wood before disappearing down the hall, and it was with him gone that Matt finally gave himself the chance to breathe.

That whole interaction was awkward, out of the ordinary. Matt didn’t feel any more pressure with the thought of Tom knowing about this side of him, but it wasn’t exactly settling. He let the other heel slip off with a thunk now that it was unlatched and pressed his backside into the drawer he stood by. Leaning onto his dresser, Matt inhaled deeply. That was nerve wracking, the whole situation made him want to die, but it could’ve turned out worse. For now, Matt was grateful.

Tom didn’t react the way he thought he would. The fact that he even came closer to inspect him was surprising, especially with how he entered. Matt didn’t think he’d even ask questions at all.

The compliment directed at him earlier floated back to Matt’s mind, the mutter of “You look nice,” was enough to get the ginger’s brain scattered once again. Fanning himself with one hand, Matt picked up his shoes with the other and threw them in his closet. He could keep the dress on for now.

With a few simple breaths to keep himself from smiling anymore and a minute of adjusting, Matt headed downstairs. It was movie time with his friend.

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eddsworldwritingrequests · 2 years

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REQUEST BOUNDARIES AND LINK TO MASTERLIST

This is a draft, more things will be added and included as I continue to make this so feel free to check up on it.

HEADS UP!

I WOULD LIKE TO WARN THAT MY INTERPRETATION OF CERTAIN CHARACTERS DO NOT EXACTLY MATCH WITH CANON! IF YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO TWEAK SOMETHING ABOUT MY INTERPRETATION OF THEIR PERSONALITIES, PLEASE INCLUDE THAT IN YOUR ASK! See other stories/requests/etc for examples of them <3

That being said, Pat and Paul usually play the role of Tord's parents/guardians. This can be changed to your liking though if you want them to be shipped with somebody else, I do not mind! That is just the default of their roles if so mentioned in any other fics.

Any post that is just me answering questions (whether about my boundaries or about my writing) will be tagged with #ewranswers

DON'T HESITATE TO ASK QUESTIONS! If you are unsure if I will write something specific that is not on the What I Will/Won't Write list, ask me! I don't mind adding things onto the list for more clarity.

I disappear sometimes. Like, a lot. I am sorry in advance.

WHAT I WILL WRITE

Any Ship with the main boys + neighbors (and MAYBE Pat n Paul)

NSFW/Smut

Poly Ships

Cross-Dressing

WHAT I WON'T WRITE

Age Regression - I tried to write it at one point and realized I'm just not fit to write something like that. I wouldn't want to disappoint you!

X-Readers, Y/N stories, etc - I haven't written one of those in a while and am afraid I've lost my touch. Maybe one day I'll do them, but for now it's a no, so sorry.

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eddsworldwritingrequests · 3 years

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Hia Could you please make a story with Jon and Edoardo. Edoardo keeps making fun of jon and Jon hates it, especially because he loves Edoardo so much? :3

(May 1st, 1:32 am is when I posted the last story I did. I... I apologize so much. It’s been a while, a lot of things have happened, and I opened up an ew ask blog on here with my gf so, dear lord, I can’t believe it’s been that long. I caught Covid at one point and I’ve been in and out of travelling these past few months, its crazy tbh but I am partially back!

I’ll try to get through all my requests because I have a couple right now, so sorry if you gave me an ask after seeing my TordEdd response, it’ll take a moment to get yours probably, but YES, thank you so very much!!! The responses I got on that EddTord story was so heartwarming and people come and like it every now and then, it makes my heart jump every single time. Thank you so so much. I appreciate it <3 Hope you like this and, again, I’m sorry for such the long wait.))

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Jon tapped his fingers across the table, eyes trained on the brunet. The kitchen was quiet, as it usually was, but it was different this time. A silence that made Jon’s nerves tingle a bit, the boy humming out a tune that echoed lightly across the air.

Eduardo was making his coffee. Almost black, with two packets of sugar and no milk to go along with it. He never got it with milk, almost never Jon had noticed. The smallest of the two sat there, watching the brunet as if it was routine. His eyes gazed at the other’s movements, almost like he knew them by heart, a swing of the arm to reach over and grab the sugar, the quick wipe at his face to rid any tiredness from it. Not that he could get rid of the tiredness, Eduardo’s eyes always had bags under them, no matter the amount of sleep he got.

Jon didn’t know what it could be. He didn’t understand why he felt so different today, something creeping along his spine, as if something was going to go wrong. He rarely got these feelings, but when he did, they usually led to nothing. Usually led to a dead end and an uneventful day.

He kept watching Eduardo, even though the other could obviously sense him. He knew he was being watched, but the darker haired man didn’t look over. Not yet at least. He opened a drawer, grabbing a spoon before closing it with his hip. The clink of metal hitting his mug could be heard, the Mexican slowly mixing his coffee.

Jon never knew what was happening in his head. He always tried to guess what Eduardo was thinking, always wondered what he thought about and if he pondered on certain things. Jon didn’t understand what led him to do certain things, but he could try to. Everything from Eduardo’s perspective was entirely different from his own, but Jon still didn’t understand. Couldn’t comprehend why the other was just... the way he was. Jon didn’t understand him usually, and today wasn’t any different.

He hoped today would be fine. Like how the two were right now, alone in the kitchen, the silence lingering in the air besides the few birds that chirped beside their windows. Things were okay, and no matter how much he wanted to spark up a conversation, Jon was okay with being silent too.

He was always too nervous to speak, to try and start a little chat with the other. Of course they spoke with one another, it’d be hard not to when you’re roommates, but Jon wasn’t as close to him as he’d like to be. There was just this distance between them that the shorter man couldn’t quite close.

Jon was quiet, not knowing whether the other would respond to a comment he made. Eduardo seemed too distracted to notice Jon, or maybe he did notice him but deemed it unimportant. Deemed Jon unimportant. Which wasn’t the worst thing ever, it’s not like Eduardo did it on purpose. He was just always in his own little world. The Mexican seemed to zone out constantly, more than the other two did. He would sit on the couch, reading a book, and all he would do was stare. Forget that he was reading and just stare off. You could tell that he was thinking, running through his mind constantly. He seemed to have whole conversations with himself that nobody could hear, stuck in a world where all he did was debate problems and consider possibilities if he were to change. If he were just a bit nicer.

Well, that’s what Jon thinks. What he thinks Eduardo thinks.

Jon didn’t mind the silence, not at all, but sometimes he preferred to talk with him. Maybe a soft conversation between them that lasted a few minutes, the two speaking until Mark decided to wake up and ruin it. Maybe they could have a moment, one of those scenes in movies where all they do is hang out and nothing else. Just enjoy the other person’s company. He wished they had moments, memories shared with Eduardo, silly ones where they joke around and laugh. Like how they were back in high-school. When Mark was the prissy popular kid who just happened to befriend the shy kid and the quiet angry one.

Eduardo used to have school shooter vibes. An angry look and a loose flannel shirt. Bags under his eyes that showed his fatigue, but a spark in his gaze that showed he would beat somebody up if they even touched him. Of course, Eduardo was never like that, he was the sweetest boy a teacher could ask for, but Jon and Mark used to joke about that. He wondered if the other ever noticed it himself.

Jon perked up at the sound of Eduardo clearing his throat, eyes quickly coming back into focus on the brunet. A guttural noise came from the taller one’s throat, settling his cough as he glanced over at Jon. The two locked eyes for a moment, not a word said between them before Eduardo looked away again. His cup was now in his hands, rough fingers gripping the ceramic mug. He couldn’t seem to follow anything after his noise, but it was obvious that he wanted to say something.

Jon blinked, waiting for a question or a demand. Wondering if that meant that Jon should start something and Eduardo would follow. Maybe it was a quiet way of telling him to get out. He didn’t know, confused on what to make of that, eyes set on the other. He watched as the brunet turned slightly, catching the other’s eye once again before blinking down at his coffee.

Eduardo hesitated, the man’s lips parting in the slightest. There was a sharp intake of air, the choked sound of the beginning of a sentence escaped him. It was quiet, but Jon felt like he could hear it loud and clear.

“So...” Eduardo huffed, staring down at his coffee before looking over at the table. His brown eyes matched the wooden surface, using the piece of furniture as an excuse to not look anywhere else. “How’d you sleep?”

Jon blinked again, shifting in his seat as he processed the question. He didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know if he should. Well, a question was a question, right? “Uhm... I don’t, uh... Good, I guess. I slept-- it was good.”

Way to go, Jon.

The other raised a brow, the corner of his lips quirking up in the slightest. He smiled a bit, hiding the action behind his cup as he brought it up. He took a small sip from it, hiding Jon from his view for just a moment.

“Okay,” he responded, letting his hands hover over his stomach. Eduardo stood there, teetering slightly, a hand coming up to scratch his beard. He didn’t know what else to say. Didn’t know if he should leave it at that. “Uhm...so--”

“How was your sleep?”

Eduardo turned over, eyes locking with wide black ones. He watched as Jon waited for an answer, his hands hidden from sight, no doubt fiddling with his fingers. He always did that when he was nervous. Eduardo saw him do it every time he got too close.

“Oh. Mine was--”

“GOOD MORNING!!!”

The two jumped at the new voice, the entrance loud. Eduardo turned quickly, looking at the blond who was making his way in, arms stretching into the air. The brunet let a wry smile come to his face, shifting completely away from Jon.

The smallest of the group frowned, looking over to Mark. “Way to be loud about it.”

“Oh, shut it, Jon. You’re just mad because I can actually be loud without feeling self-conscious.”

Jon rolled his eyes, not catching the way the blond winked at him. He stared at the table, elbows coming to settle on it. The sound of steps coming over to him made him go quiet, listening to the way the chair across from him scraped open. Someone sat down. Jon glanced up.

It was Mark.

“I’m surprised you’re up.” Jon mumbled, voice low as he spoke to the blond. He ignored the feeling of eyes settling on him, knowing Eduardo was watching them talk. Jon swore he could feel his heart thump a little faster. “You usually don’t get up at... what time is it, 10?”

“10:34 to be exact. I call it a new record.”

Jon shook his head, eyes flickering up again as Mark moved. He watched the lanky man get back up and step his way past Eduardo, grabbing some milk and a bowl. He reached for a box of cereal, but Jon didn’t bother to watch for too long. His eyes were already inching their way back to the other.

He found himself looking at Eduardo again, and for a split second, he could’ve sworn the other was looking at him as well. Jon had caught him staring, Eduardo knew that, but he brushed it off anyway. Cleared his throat again before he spoke.

“So,” he started again. The brunet took another sip of his coffee, eyes turned away from the way Jon perked up again. The little one seemed to sit a bit straighter. The two were talking, clearly this was a question for Jon. Right? “Where were you last night, Mark? I don’t think I heard you come home before I fell asleep.”

Jon opened his mouth, going to respond before pausing. He turned to the blond, eyes wide as he watched said man sit back down with his cereal.

“At a bar,” he replied, shrugging a bit. He let a spoonful enter his mouth, chewing before he caught Jon’s stare. He could tell that the other was trying to give him some look, but he couldn’t comprehend what.

Eduardo pursed his lips. “When did you come home?”

“I don’t know, like 3? The ones around here close at 2, so I just got a milkshake and made my way home.” The blond turned around at him, giving him a look. “Why are you so curious, are you my mom or something?”

Eduardo huffed, turning away. He let himself fall quiet, sipping the rest of his coffee. Mark had turned back around, but Jon was still glancing in between them, waiting for the conversation to continue. But it didn’t. It ended there, and for just a moment, the three men felt the silence. Felt how much they’d grown apart.

Eduardo stayed in his room a lot. You could argue that he was closer to Mark than with Jon, but he was pretty distant from the two. Just stayed in his room, painting away. Mark would talk, but he wasn’t really home a lot. If he was, he mostly just spoke until the others got fed up with him. And Jon, well, he wasn’t exactly the best person to deal with. He’d listen to Mark rant and respond with his own comments, but he was positive that the other just got annoyed with him. And Eduardo, well, they didn’t speak a lot. When they did, it was usually just the other asking Jon to take out the trash or something. Or he’d send him a wave and leave.

Jon tried to avoid him when he got mad. Overall, that was pretty much it.

“Well, what about you two?” Mark questioned, glancing at his friends. He watched Eduardo hide his face in his cup, covering the light frown that had appeared across his features. Jon didn’t look too better either, just quietly staring down at the table top again. “Did you two do anything while I was gone?”

“Uhm--”

“Nope.” Eduardo interrupted, placing his coffee down onto the counter, fingers still hooked onto the holder. “You know Jon can’t hold a conversation for the life of him.”

Jon went quiet, the sound of his name catching his attention. He stared at Eduardo, eyes still wide. Eduardo had yet to look at him. He didn’t even glance his way.

Mark gave a short laugh, but he eyed Jon carefully. Another spoonful went into his mouth, watching the shorter man in front of him, but Jon wouldn’t turn. His eyes were still trained on Eduardo. “Come on, Eduardo. Jon can hold some conversation.”

“Not unless it’s about something stupid. He goes on and on about stuff that doesn’t even make sense.” Eduardo looked away, picking his cup back up. He let his gaze fall into the contents of the mug, watching the coffee swish around. He stood there, lips pursed together for a moment before he spoke again. “I can’t talk to him without getting a migraine.”

Jon frowned, brows knitting together. “I’m... I’m right here, guys.”

He could’ve sworn he saw the look on Eduardo’s face shift. Maybe his eyes were playing with him, but the other looked almost uncomfortable, like he didn’t want to be talking in this conversation, like he started something he shouldn’t have. Before Jon could think too much into it, however, the mug was covering his face once again.

He kept staring. Jon ignored the way Mark was trying to silently get his attention, the blond dropping his spoon into his bowl and just sitting there. The shorter one didn’t pay attention. He just watched Eduardo until the brunet eventually turned.

He glanced at him. For yet another moment, they locked eyes. Like before, black met brown, a quietness floating in between them for a mere second before Eduardo was turning away again. He was always the first to turn away. “Well, you know I’m right, Jon.”

The boy frowned again, lips pulling down as he sat there. He didn’t say anything more, just holding his lips together and narrowing his eyes at nothing. He listened to Eduardo speak about him, listened to the other talk as though he wasn’t there. That was the worst part, really. How the other knew Jon was there and spoke about him anyway, knowing for a fact that the little one wouldn’t interrupt. It made Jon antsy, a heavy feeling growing in his chest.

He slowly looked away, words getting caught in his throat. Mark noticed this, eyes narrowing before he intervened.

“Alright, Eduardo. I think he gets it.” He muttered, turning back to shoot a look. It was obvious that he was trying to get him to quiet down, the way his face morphed into an expression that clearly said “shut up”.

Eduardo didn’t get the message. Or, well, he didn’t listen.

“Come on, Mark. He can’t even speak without stuttering, let alone look me in the eye when I’m talking to him.” A breathless laugh came from the brunet, motioning towards Jon but not turning. He didn’t look comfortable, but he kept going, as though he wanted to get everything out. To mutter out his thoughts before leaving. “He can’t say anything right now, I could keep going and he wouldn’t stop me.”

Jon kept his fingers jammed between his legs, trying to stop them from fidgeting. He didn’t look up.

“He’s a damn pushover.”

“Eduardo, that’s enough--”

“Isn’t that right, Jon?”

The shortest in the group froze, hearing footsteps creak against the floor. They came closer, pausing right in front of the table, beside Mark. Jon couldn’t help but press himself to the back of the chair, eyes wide and trained onto the table. He tried his best to look natural, fingers fidgeting underneath the surface, out of view. They pressed together, even while squished in between his legs, Jon let them tap together. He could feel his eyes drying, the man blinking a couple times to try and get rid of the feeling.

Eduardo was right. Of course he was right, what was happening right now proved it. It still hurt, though. It stung to listen to him, to hear Eduardo talk about him in such a demeaning way, not even about him but to him as well. He couldn’t look up at him. Couldn’t show Eduardo that he was nervous.

Jon’s eyes flickered up the table, staring at the mug that clicked against the wooden top. He stared at it, watching those fingers tap along the side of it, knowing those fingers were Eduardo’s. He was standing right in front of him, and the little one couldn’t even look up.

“Jon,” he mumbled, trying to grab the boy’s attention. Eduardo pursed his lips after a second of silence. He didn’t know if he should stop or not, but he had a point to prove. He had already gone so far already anyway. “Are you gonna say anything?”

Jon didn’t. He felt his sadness scurry up his heart, making its way there and settling down. The pull at his lips made him furrow his brows, trying to prevent the automatic frown that begged to show. He had to lightly cover his mouth, just to not show that he was growing upset by the other’s words. It wasn’t working, but it was a pathetic attempt that just showed he was panicking. Teeth clenching together, he could practically feel Eduardo’s eyes boring into him. It was an insufferable feeling.

The silence went on for ages. It felt like years until another noise sounded, Jon blinking his way back into the moment. A scrape of a chair and footsteps were heard, the little one finally looking up a bit.

Mark was standing between Eduardo and the table, mug having been left behind the blond.

“I think that’s enough for today, Eduardo.” Mark mumbled, eyeing the other. He narrowed his gaze, sending a warning to the other. Showing the brunet that he had proved his point already.

Eduardo stared at him, Mark not letting his gaze break apart. The two stood there for a moment, not another word said until the Mexican finally swallowed his pride. He scoffed, leaving his coffee on the table.

“See?” He started again, making his way to the exit. He took a small glance at Jon, who hadn’t looked up at him. A part of Eduardo knew that the other was probably going to think about this again. Later on, when alone. “What did I tell you.”

And with that, he left.

Mark stood there, a glare set on where Eduardo just was. He hated when the other got like that, moments sparking up so quickly that he had no clue what even started it. The blond just watched the space that Eduardo was standing at just a moment before. Another minute of the usual silence came around before he finally turned to Jon, Mark noticing the other still sitting in his place.

The little one was still, which was unusual. There was no doubt that he was thinking about what the other had said.

“Hey.” Mark whispered, grabbing the other’s attention. Jon’s gaze looked upset, but he still gave the blond a light smile in response.”Don’t think about it. Come on, I rented a movie, why don’t you watch it with me?”

Jon blinked down at Mark’s hands, the blond having offered him one so he could lead him to the living room. He didn’t take it. Not yet, at least.

He was busy thinking over Eduardo’s words, his tone and the way he made the effort to walk over and make fun of Jon to his face. All he did was sit there, sit in their house, a place where Jon thought was safe. All he did was sit there, and suddenly he was getting bombarded with insults, suddenly being called out when just a minute ago, that same man was ready to make light conversation with him. Who asked him a question in the softest voice Jon had ever heard.

His heart swelled, like a hand was closing over it. He didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know if he should even be thinking about it, but...

“Okay.” He said, looking up to Mark again. Jon scooted back, getting up from his chair before following the other away. “I guess a movie would be okay.”

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eddsworldwritingrequests · 4 years

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Tordedd please!! Maybe angst? But anything really, I’m just deprived of tordedd content 😫

(How did y’all know I love TordEdd >=0 Also I’m really sorry for how long this took, quarantine caught all of us off guard in my household so I’ve been trying to get back on my feet. AND my girlfriend has been staying over with me and she doesn’t know I run this blog.

But in all seriousness, I hope you forgive me with this request! It was like 9 pages on google docs so aaaa---)

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Quiet was something that Edd had gotten used to. He didn't do it constantly, but staying up was a routine that had gotten a little too familiar for the brunet. So familiar that the dark bags under his eyes showed its prominence.

Coffee was basically an all time drink now. Of course, it would never overrun the amount of Cola Edd drinks on a daily basis. Hell, he even pours the drink into the actual coffee sometimes. However, it certainly was something that he depended on nowadays, especially for moments like this.

He didn't mean to stay up. He never usually meant to, but Edd couldn't sleep lately. Everytime he did, he found himself staring at the ceiling for an hour and a half. Which is what happened tonight, which lead to where the tall man was now sitting.

Edd tilted his foot back and forth, ticking it with the seconds that passed on the hanging clock. Fingernails tapped against the hard surface of the table, the brunet closing his eyes peacefully. His coffee was brewing, and while the man wanted so desperately to fall asleep, he knew he wouldn't be able to. So, might as well stay awake and be productive.

Tom and Matt were probably dead asleep, which is reasonable considering it was 2:30 in the morning. Matt usually fell asleep early, which was good for midnight shenanigans, but that meant the ginger was usually the first one awake. Tom liked to stay up late as well, but he usually only did so because he was out at some bar. Or in some stranger’s bed. Once he gets home, however, he drops so quickly, sleeping like a log. Edd sometimes wonders if he comes back alive, even.

Edd blinked his eyes open halfway, watching the coffee maker lazily. It was whirring, making a low buzzing sound. He wondered why he was still awake, why he couldn’t sleep when his body so desperately screamed for a rest. The light thrum of the refrigerator, the ice maker rumbling every now and then, the damn coffee maker buzzing. And that was all he heard, the little "vrrrr" from the machine, the occasional wind creaking the windows, and the sound of the kitchen fan turning slowly.

That's all he should've heard. It was late, and as far as he was concerned, Edd was the only one up.

Until he heard a crash.

Glass shattering, the noise disappearing just as quickly as it had sounded. It was just long enough for Edd's tired self to process, however. Mostly because he was suddenly on his feet, chair having been scraped back.

He stood still, quiet as he listened. The machine was still whirring, the fan slowly turned. He didn't hear anything else. It had gone completely silent again, as if whoever broke the window had just… paused.

Edd finally moved after a minute of silence. Socked feet tiptoed their way into the living room, staring with wide eyes at the entrance. Down the hall was the front door, where the broken window presumably was. And towards the person who most likely broke it.

The brunet came another step forward before pausing by the wall, hidden behind the corner of the living room entrance. Another sound broke through the silence, the sound of feet crunching glass.

It made Edd freeze in his spot, lips held tight. He was scared to breathe, as if whoever had broken in could hear his noise from all the way in front. Whether they were closer now or not, Edd didn't dare to breathe too loudly. He was still in his spot, heartbeat stuck at the base of his throat.

He could hear the steps coming closer, lightly treading down the hall. They were so light that Edd almost lost track of them, but he managed to keep up. Keep up as he heard them come to a slow stop near him, around the corner of the entrance.

Fuck. Fuck, the kitchen light was on. It seeped past the living room, glowing on the floor. They could see it from the hall, just lightly, but they could see it nonetheless.

Edd cursed under his breath, hearing the footsteps quickly retreat. He couldn’t help but spring into action upon hearing a voice, a soft “Shit” coming from the dark. Without thinking, Edd leaped from around the wall, ignoring his every thought that begged him to just let the man leave. That’s what it sounded like he was doing.

Whatever his thoughts, though, Edd couldn’t help but wonder what kind of adrenaline lead him to harshly grab hold of the figure around the corner, eyes adjusting to the sudden lack of brightness.

"Who--" Edd couldn't finish his statement, grip slipping from this random man's clothes. They started to wriggle out of Edd's grip, trying their best to flee, but the brunet just held them tighter. He pulled them back, arms locking around their chest, heavy breathing now sounding as he tried to get the wrestling figure under control.

Holy fuck, this was easier than Edd thought. Just locking his hands a certain way secured the other, the immense force the cloaked man gave was almost nothing. It also didn’t help how Edd was a whopping 6′4, bigger in size in all ways. He was practically hovering over the shorter man. Not by much, but by way over than enough.

It wasn't until Edd looked down and processed this familiar face that he really loosened his grip. Just enough for the struggling man to notice and pause.

Edd stared down, and as he did so, the other looked up to meet him with grey colored eyes. Bright, even in the dim setting.

"Tord?" Edd questioned, voice quiet. He stared at him with such wonder and confusion, arms dropping from him. It took him a second, but Tord eventually regained his composure, stumbling forward and whipping around. He was standing straight in front of Edd. Eyes wide. "What are y… Tord, is that you??"

The other man smiled slightly, giving Edd the stupidest face the brunet's ever seen. It was dorky, that small gap in the Norwegian's front two teeth presenting itself. He raised his hands slightly, looking embarrassed that he had been caught. Especially over the fact that he had pathetically tried to fight Edd off of him.

"Heeeey, Eeeeeeeeedd…." Tord gave a low chuckle, quickly glancing down the hall behind himself. Edd also took a quick glance behind him, catching eye of the open window and shattered glass. Ah, shit. "Long time no see."

"Y… Tord, what are you doing here?" Edd questioned, coming forward slightly. He raised his hands, waving them slightly. He didn't exactly know what to do with them, didn't know if he should hug Tord or pat him. He was confused. But those nerves didn't disappear. God, no. "I haven't-- You didn't tell me you were coming to visit. It's been years."

"Yeah, I, uhm… I was going to surprise you! I thought I'd pop in last minute, visit since… I had a, uh, dip.. In my schedule." Tord smiled, words lacing over perfectly with a sense of genuine thought. "I, uh, couldn't find the spare key that we used to keep. So I… broke… the window.."

Tord cleared his throat. "Whoops."

The brunet stood there, looking up at the broken window past them. His eyes flickered from Tord to the front door, then back again. He gave the other a smile back. "You didn't bother to check the door?"

"Well, I would've assumed it was locked."

Edd snorted a bit, shaking his head. "Tom got back from a bar about an hour ago. He usually forgets to lock it." Edd pointed past the other, towards the front.

Tord glanced over his shoulder. And, low and behold, his eyes landed on the handle, door held open a bit and, indeed, unlocked.

"Oh." Tord stared. He huffed, frowning a bit before looking to Edd. "Well… Shit, aha, surprise! Sorry to wake you up."

"No, no, it's fine. I was already up." Edd waved off, smile slowly forming across his face.

It was a surprise, it sure as hell was, but Edd couldn’t help that sigh of relief to flutter from him. He was excited, the hands that were raised in the air coming to slowly pat at Tord’s shoulders.

The other stared at him with a weird look, as if Edd was crazy. And, Edd believed he was. Mostly because it had been so long since Tord had visited from who knows where, and the feelings that whirled in his chest didn’t seem to change. That warmth seeping into his cheeks as his lips parted into an excited grin before pulling Tord in again.

He hugged him. Tightly. Arms wrapping around the other, pulling him in close. He forgot how much he loved feeling Tord tense in his arms. He never really seemed comfortable with big hugs like these anymore, it was clear from the occasional visits, but the Norwegian still returned them nonetheless. Always returned Edd’s big hugs with a tight one of his own.

“You could’ve at least called a couple hours beforehand. The living room looks like shit.” Edd grumbled, a light-hearted annoyance lacing through his words.

He could almost feel the way Tord’s laugh flowed over his body, shaking a bit as he huffed out loudly in response.

“I used to live here too, you know.” Tord’s low voice droned from the fabric of Edd’s shirt, face pressed into his chest. “You really think I care about a dirty living room? You should see my living room.”

Edd snorted, shaking his head a bit as his arms loosened around the other. He couldn’t help that rush of happiness surge through his arms as he felt Tord look up, not yet stepping back from him. He had the chance to, but he didn’t.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Says the one who broke a window to get in even though the door was already open. And unlocked.” Edd piped, shooting the other a prodding stare. “I mean, you could’ve at least--”

“Okay! Okay, I get it, stop teasing me.” Tord complained, finally pushing away from Edd. A small grumble came out, hidden in the midst of Edd’s light chuckles. “God, I forget how annoying you are.”

“Ah, yes. I’m the annoying one.” Edd hummed, grinning at the other before whipping around, leading Tord to the kitchen once more.

The Norwegian followed his footsteps, shooting back another comment, going quiet to listen to Edd’s response. His low grumble, little laughs huffing along his words. Edd was a big man. And in return, that lead to him having a naturally deeper voice. Not by much, but when he’s up in the early hours of the morning, a little like this time, the rumble of his voice box settles at the base of his throat. Too tired to put emotion, but just enough given to make Tord.... feel things.

It was a while since he visited. Ever since he left, Tord made sure to never lose contact completely. He’d visit once every couple years, but it was never more than for a day or two. And he only ever saw Edd.

Sure, Tord missed Matt and Tom, but it’s not like he really talked to them anymore. He never had Tom’s number to begin with, the little ball of fire blocking Tord whenever they got too angry at each other. Matt and him, no matter how tight they were as friends, just slowly... started drifting apart. Tord wondered why. I mean, Edd mentioned something about that memory erase gun, but the effects of that shouldn’t have lasted so long. Maybe the ginger was just afraid it’d be awkward to try and text him again.

Matt was anxious sometimes. Sweet and bright as he may be, but a little nervous.

That didn’t matter, though. He’d always have time to chum up with the other two, but it was Edd who he enjoyed spending his time with the most. Sure, he didn’t exactly plan to “visit”, he was actually just ready to pick up his little... toy.

The thought made his smile droop a bit, eyes flickering back to the hallway that lead to his room. It was locked when he looked at it earlier. He wondered if Edd turned it into a storage room or something.

Thoughts were snapped back into reality as Edd asked him something, the Norwegian blinking for a moment. “W--What? Sorry, I wasn’t, uh..”

“It’s alright. I just asked if you wanted some coffee? Unless you plan to head to sleep, but to be honest, you look as bright and alert as ever.” Edd chirped, picking up the steaming mug from the coffee maker. It was silent now, that buzzing noise it made now gone.

Now that Tord could see him in better light, the first thing he noticed was the light stubble on the other’s chin. The beginning of a beard on Edd’s face, now hidden behind a mug as it was lifted to those lips of his.

It made Tord shudder a bit, pulling his eyes up, bright and wide. Observant.

While that peach fuzz the other wore was a sight to see, Tord couldn’t help but lock his eyes on something else. Like the bags under those chocolatey eyes of his. And just how tired Edd actually looked.

Why was he drinking coffee so late? He didn’t plan to actually stay up, was he? And from the looks of it, he was making that before Tord had even broken in. Didn’t he say earlier that he was already up?

“Uh, no, I’m okay.” Tord responded, face kind of slacking at the thought of Edd having sleep troubles. His grey eyes flickered over Edd’s face for no more than a second before staring out the glass doors leading to the yard. “It’s pretty late to be drinking coffee, though. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Edd went a bit quiet, bringing his glass cup to his lips, letting it sit there. The void of an answer made Tord shift his eyes back to him, head still tilted towards the grass outside, but eyeing the larger male. All the while sitting down.

“I couldn’t sleep is all.” Edd murmured into his cup, shrugging slightly. “Like always, aha.”

Tord let out an “ah”, slowly nodding his head along before pausing. Pausing because, no, that wasn’t “Like always.” Edd could always sleep without worries, no matter what happened. Back in highschool, he could get into a fight, have a quarrel with somebody, watch some disturbing video and still go out like a light. Edd never took longer than a few minutes to go to sleep. Or, well, that’s how Tord last remembered.

“Oh.”

“Haha, yeah. Don’t worry about it.”

Tord pursed his lips, eyes moving back to the clear view. He eyed the lawn, seeing how it looked untouched and normal like always. He didn’t know why he felt so nervous. From Edd’s happy expression, it was clear that no matter how long Tord had been away, they obviously hadn’t found out about his little secret room yet. They hadn’t discovered anything yet, which was surprising considering they must’ve done something to his room. Maybe while cleaning it out or moving stuff around they found that lever. It was actually quite surprising how they hadn’t seen anything yet.

Tord really wondered how stupid his friends actually were sometimes. “So, I couldn’t help but notice my room was locked. And how we have a second story now?” Tord blinked his gaze back at the other, watching Edd yawn a bit before settling himself down in front of Tord at the table.

“Yeah, Matt has a bunch of crap he doesn’t want to throw away so we got an upstairs and stuck him there. He became quite the collector.” Edd rolled his eyes at those words, bringing his coffee mug down to clink loudly on the wooden surface. “Collector my ass. He’s a hoarder. He hoards junk, not collects.”

Tord let out a soft snort, raising a brow as the smile on his face widened. That sure was different too. Matt being a hoarder, having to take up an entire floor to just keep track of all his junk. Tord shouldn’t be thinking that way, though. I mean, he practically had the exact same thing. Except Tord’s stuff wasn’t junk! It was… hmm.

“And my room?”

“Oh, that’s sort of…. Tom’s room now?”

Tord blinked at Edd. The brunet wouldn’t look at him, but the Norwegian waved his hand to try and grab his attention. Edd still didn’t look at him. He continued to stare into his cup, even as he drank from it. “I’m sorry, Edward. Did you just say that my room belongs to Tom now???”

“Maybe?”

“Edd!!!”

“Look! I turned his old room into a swimming pool, he needed a room and the upstairs doesn’t have sections!! It’s one room, I was not about to make him bunk with Matt.” Edd huffed loudly, frowning at the other as he finally looked up. “You’re crazy if you think I can keep Tom alone with Matt. Absolutely insane.”

Tord knitted his brows, looking confused about, well, everything. Did things change that much? Really? I mean, it’s not like he should’ve expected everything to be the same. Afterall, Tord was gone for eight or so years. Things were bound to be different. Even people, he guesses. “Where am I going to sleep then?”

“You’ve lived here, just knock out on the couch for a day or two before you go back, I’m sure you can manage.” Edd scoffed, letting his nails click loudly against his mug. “Or get a hotel room like you did last time. I’m surprised you came straight here to be honest. You haven’t been here since…. Well, since you first left.”

Tord watched Edd for a moment, watched Edd finish up his drink before quickly making his way to the sink. His chair scraped on the tiled floor slightly, the brunet going quiet after his statement. He turned the sink on, faucet spilling water into his now empty cup. Edd licked his lips slightly, feeling how chapped and dry they were.

He looked uncomfy talking about the subject. Just saying the words “first left” seemed like it made Edd want to quickly direct the conversation another way. It hurt to see that look on his face. Made Tord uncomfortable as well to see just how tired Edd looked. God, why did he look so tired?

Tord fiddled with his thumbs on the table. He had an excuse already made up in his mind, an excuse that he had made up on the car ride here. It wasn’t true, it was really just an excuse to buy him more time, to give him some time to stay here until he got up and left. Tord could spill it now.

Seeing how Edd looked, though, Tord wondered if this was the right choice. He couldn’t take back all he had done but how could he just lie to Edd’s face? Especially if he was bringing his hopes up now only to crush him in the long run. It’s not like Tord can just stop being a leader to an entire damn army, no, he had gone too far. There’s no way he can take it back now.

He was going to hurt Edd in a few days' time, maybe even tomorrow. There was no avoiding it. They would see him come out of the ground with that robot one way or another, it’d take a miracle for them not to notice it. If Tord was lucky, he could get his robot then leave without any of them realizing it was him. He could escape, not say a word. They would never hear from him again and they would never know what happened to him.

That is, if Tord is lucky. And lucky isn’t really in Tord’s vocabulary.

“Uh… I mean…” Tord stared harshly at his thumbs. He hated himself for this, but hey, if he was going to break his heart later, then might as well make these last few days worth it. Right? “I was actually thinking about… moving back in?”

Edd twirled around faster than Tord could process, the Norwegian taking a moment to realize that the brunet was stepping back over to him now. He blinked once more, looking up at the other, watching Edd stand beside him with wide eyes.

Wide, beautiful, puppy-like eyes. Edd was so fascinating, wasn’t he? Tord’s favorite person, the only one who really bothered to keep in touch with him. The one who Tord just happened to fall in love with.

Even after years, seeing that excitement in those eyes of his got Tord melting a bit. Except, he kept his composure. Kept his back straight as that worry in his own eyes crumbled into adoration. Tord couldn’t help but let a wobbly smile form on his lips.

“Really?” Edd questioned, the hopefulness in his voice lighting up Tord’s heart.

He could feel it thump against his chest a bit faster, the Norwegian wanting so badly to kick his feet with joy. He could watch Edd make that face all day. And to think he was looking positive and happy like that at Tord, wow. God, it was enough to make Tord almost forget about the fact that he really was about to throw their relationship away once he grabbed his robot. That little expression made him almost forget about all he was going to do.

“Y...Yeah, I came back here because, uh… I’m moving back in.”

“You’re moving back in?”

“Yup.”

“Like…. For real? Real-real?”

“Yes, Edd. For real-real.”

The brunet let out a breathy squeal, doing his best to keep quiet in his excited state. He flailed his hands slightly, waving them around before pulling a laughing Tord up from his seat. “Stop laughing, this is serious!”

“I am being serious, haha. You’re the one flailing like a damn bird.”

“I am not a-- a bird.” Edd scoffed, letting his hands drop. “And can you really blame me for being excited???”

Tord smiled brightly, stumbling as he tried to push in his chair while taking an awfully close step to Edd. He ignored the loud scrape from the chair, ignored how close he was to the brunet. All Tord really focused on was that smile that framed Edd’s face so perfectly. So much so that it made Tord’s heart jumble up in all these mixed feelings of his. “I guess I can’t.”

Edd smiled. That was how it could be simply put. He smiled, and Tord smiled back. And it wasn’t until Tord took another step forward that Edd really took the chance to scoop him up in his arms again. Bringing him so close that Tord had to lean up in the slightest to hug him comfortably.

Big arms around him, Tord smiled. Hugs weren’t his thing, he wasn’t used to being touched and prodded over. Granted, his dads usually liked to smother him, but other than them, no one dared to hug him. Except these idiot friends of his. And Edd.

Edd’s hugs were the best. They made Tord feel safe and he absolutely drowned in the feeling it gave him. He would stand in his arms forever if he could. But Tord’s job didn’t let him do so. He couldn’t have this. And the thought suffocated him.

Edd loosened his grip, prepared to step back, but he paused. Only because Tord’s own hands came around to squeeze him tightly. And he didn’t let go.

“Not yet.” Tord muttered, voice quiet. He let his head rest on Edd’s shoulder, fingers moving lightly across the back of his shirt. He brought himself close to him again. “Let me just stay here for a bit more.”

Edd bit the inside of his cheek, but he made no objection. He only nodded, a soft little hum escaping him to show his joy before resuming his previous grip.

Tord closed his eyes. He took in a deep breath and stilled his hands, letting them rest around Edd instead of trying to pick and jitter. He wanted to stay here. Enjoy Edd’s hugs until he couldn’t anymore.

He’d pick up his robot tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. Tord knew he had to do it soon, but maybe he could delay it. Afterall, it was going to be hard to look into Edd’s face and tell him he never cared about him. That he only came for his equipment.

Tord was going to miss this. He was going to miss his friends. He was going to miss him, miss Edd. He was going to mess this all up soon and Tord could feel himself grow queasy and the scenarios that piled in his head. God, he was going to break his own heart. He was going to leave Edd behind.

Just a bit more time in his arms. That’s all Tord asked for, really.

“So… are you going to kick Tom out of my room or what?”

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eddsworldwritingrequests · 4 years

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Do you write smutt?

Yup! Smut is indeed allowed. I usually put a warning or such but yes, I am accepting NSFW prompts.

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eddsworldwritingrequests · 4 years

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I'm curious, how long does it usually take you to write a fic/chapter/oneshot?

Depends!!! If I have nothing to do (which is very rare), I will just keep writing until I’m finished, so a day or 2 at most. That, however, isn’t the case most of the time, aha. I’m usually busy or procrastinating a lot so it’ll take days, literal MONTHS because I just stare at the doc. I try not to procrastinate when it comes to you guys though!

I guess it really just depends on how long I decide to make it. Some of my own stories/oneshots reach 7,000 words, aha, so that could affect the amount of time =/

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eddsworldwritingrequests · 4 years

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Alright, how about this, the red army aren't actually bad, everybody who joins does so willingly, everyone loves being a part of it and it's done more good for everyone in the world then any one government ever could. All of this is because of one man, red leader. Tell us a day in the life of red leader. (If it was shippy that would be cute but you don't have to of course.) [Please post something to tell me you got this because my tumblr is being bad right now and just poofs my asks sometimes.]

(Okay, first post, beware that writing stuff on tumblr is new to me so if there’s a certain format you’d like to see, tell me–)

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Tord genuinely thought leading an army while you were all powerful would be easy. Call him naive, yes, but being all powerful meant having money, having people at your side. A single whistle or a ring of the bell could get people falling down to his knees, asking Tord what he wanted them to do. That’s what he thought it would be like. And if people were so willing to help you, then you could have them deal with the work. All Tord had to do was supervise, correct?

God, he wished it were so. Tord wished with all his heart that it could go along like that, but the way he sat in his spot, shifting every now and then, he knew for a fact that this dreadful day was never going to end.

He listened to the other drone on and on, watching anything but the higher-ranking member seated at the table, talking about lab reports that came back from the testing units. Apparently, Tord couldn’t pay anybody to look over something like this. Couldn’t replace somebody else to be seated here in his spot. Pat had made that very clear.

Yes, Tord knew he’d have to put in some hard work. After all, Tord was a leader for a reason. He was the famous Red Leader because of the amount of work he put into this, spreading this army of his, making the world a better place. A cliche line, but it was something Tord wanted to hold and make clear.

Sure, they seemed scary at first, such a huge band of people doing what they cared for all the while throwing over their government. They took over, Tord slyly making his way to the top before it was too late to rip that position out of his hands. Anybody would be frightened, seeing how the leader himself looked like something straight out of a comic book. Scarred face, faded lines streaking into the untouched side of his skin. The definition of a villain.

It also didn’t help how dramatic Tord was. Sure, a leader he may be, leading more than thousands of people under the flick of his hand, but he was still a child at heart. A… dirty child, sure, but an anime/hentai loving fanatic at most. He had that style, that obsession with being dramatic, no matter where he was, no matter the position. So many times Paul asked him to cut it out, saying he needed to be more professional, but nothing stopped Tord anymore. Nothing these days could stop the Red Leader from wearing his god-awful dirty, old trench coat. Lined with stains and rips from over the years, its black color faded lightly. It was a surprise that it still fit him in general, but even if it was a bit snug, the man himself didn’t let that stop him.

Dramatic, he sure was. With the scarred face, his occasional suit being switched out with a damn trench coat, and the metal arm he wore, well, it sent certain vibes to someone who knew nothing about the man. Looks alone could send someone inching away.

So, in all honesty, it was a surprise to watch the Red Leader whine at something so miniscule. To watch this man that had raised to the highest of ranks just sit back and pick his teeth lazily, finger wedging in between to get pieces of food unstuck. Eyes trained on the reporter before looking away again, annoyance lacing his features.

Red Leader had to sit through every meeting and approve them, confirm that everything was going accurately and to the way he saw correctly fit. It was a bore. Having to listen to how this member continued to drone on about how their scientists found another way to catch deadly sicknesses years before they could develop. Interesting, that’s what it was. That’s what it should be to Tord, but all he heard was the other go on about something that Tord already knows that they’re capable of. Something that shouldn’t even need his approval by now.

Report after report was given, the man seated in his chair giving a wave of the hand every time the presenter looked his way for confirmation that he could continue. It was boring to hear all these things they were doing. They were good and productive, working on that step forward to perfect things in a place that seemed to be going along just fine. Tord was happy with where things were, but he was getting a little sick of how nothing interesting seemed to happen. He was at such a rank, at such power where nothing seems fun anymore. Nothing at all because the Red Leader had basically done everything.

His eyes wandered, grey orbs floating along the other members that were listening. They all paid careful attention to the presenter, so quiet and lifeless that Tord had basically forgotten there were other people here.

Meetings were boring. Everything was boring. And as Tord sat, he found his fingers begin to click along the wooden surface, finding anything to distract himself with. He turned, waiting for his eyes to land on anything, anyone, but no one dared to stray from their attentive state.

No one but Matt.

The ginger was also seated in the board, having gotten to this position because he was one of the main man’s closest friends. A rocky friendship they used to have, problems from years ago that were now forgotten. Tord and the others weren’t all too close after his little stunt. His little try at forcing himself to distance from them. He didn’t want them involved in something like this, didn’t want the stress he was feeling at the time to spill onto them. It was better if they weren’t involved. Just people who benefitted from Tord’s overrule.

That hadn’t been the case, however. And Tord was sort of glad things worked out this way.

Tom worked in other departments, that little ball of spitfire finally finding some common ground with Tord. Edd didn’t come around too often when it came to work, but he was useful for outside jobs. Things that shouldn’t be connected with the Red Leader’s army. Edd wasn’t exactly an expert, but he was stealthy when it came down to jobs. Especially if he could get paid in goddamn Cola. The things that man would do for that sugar addictive drink.

And Matt. Well, he seemed more than happy to help Tord with the things he needed. Always happy to comfort the other whenever the Norwegian found something to complain about. Whether it be too much paperwork, or having to give some speech to new recruits, or writing a document to his “friends” in foreign countries. The redhead was always there by his side, helping where the others couldn’t.

Tord was grateful for that. Very much so, because the way Matt’s eyes flickered towards him before smiling made the Red Leader himself grow a bit more interested. His back straightened, sitting more properly in his chair than when he was a couple seconds ago. Fingers stopped their drumming, only for a moment so he could watch the ginger turn to the reporter once more before finally looking at Tord again.

Matt could practically read Tord’s boredom off of his face alone. He was so antsy, so desperate to just walk out and not deal with this. And, well, he could if he wanted to, no one would object, but Tord would get a real damn lecture from both Pat and Paul if he did.

Matt had heard most of the reports, his little notebook on the table filled with the basics of each assignment. The man standing with the transcripts in the front was on his last paper, explaining the next thing he needed signed from the man himself. And, while Matt was sure Tord wasn’t paying attention, he could always fill him in on it later. The ginger was the only one who could actually grab Tord’s attention when it came to something like this.

He knew that he could handle this with Tord later. So, for now, Matt decided to relieve the other from his boredom. Just for a bit.

Tord’s brows raised a bit, lips parting slightly with question as Matt came to scribble furiously on his notebook. A quick little note, something small he was writing before he let the pen settle in between the pages. He eyed the presenter to make sure he wasn’t looking before sliding the journal to the Norwegian.

Tord eyed it, gaze flickering up at the man as well, as if expecting to get in trouble. Tord was the boss here, the leader and superior man, yet he still found a bit of nerves tremble through his skin as he picked up the pen, staring at the words.

Like a pair of friends passing notes in the middle of class, Tord had to restrain his grin from just the sheer comparison he made with this.

I can tell you’re bored.

Tord glanced up at the man across the table once more before scribbling back.

you should know by now just how much i despise meetings

Before he could send it back, Tord drew a little sad face, grinning to himself all the while.

He slid it back, watching Matt’s eyes come back to the notebook before picking the pen up, writing even as his eyes glanced towards the front. Scribble then the journal slid towards Tord once more.

Would you like me to entertain you then?

Tord squinted at the paper.

what do you mean ginger stick

First of all, stop calling me ginger stick. I will leave you to your boredom.

Tord snickered, having to cover his mouth when receiving a look from another official. He looked around, then back down at the paper.

okay okay fine entertain me already

A narrow of his eyes were given as Tord watched Matt smile, teeth showing as he began to write. A devilish little grin it was as he looked up at Tord before looking back down at the paper. And over he slid it again.

If Germany was the fatherland and Russia was the motherland, then World War 2 was basically just a brutal divorce.

Tord snorted, quickly looking up with wide eyes as the reporter paused. They made eye contact, the Red Leader seemed to freeze in his spot before remembering that, hey, he was the boss here. He wasn’t gonna get in trouble. “Please continue.”

Matt grinned at him, a cheeky grin as Tord turned to narrow his eyes at him once more. Tord quickly wrote back.

im intrigued

He paused.

you’ve caught my attention

Matt smiled at him, eyeing the others seated at the table with a side glance. He hummed quietly, picking up the pen again and writing a bit more.

An octopus is just a wet spider.

Tord had to physically hold back his noise, a hand coming up to press against his lips. He stared up at Matt with wide eyes, not even bothering to send a glare his way as the redhead put on a wolfish grin. Lips were covered as Matt smiled, turning his attention as he waited for Tord to respond.

And that’s all they did for the next half hour. Matt would scribble some nonsense down and Tord would respond, react, sometimes input his ideas and his own thought.

It was fun. And while Tord knew this would bite him in the ass in the long run, seeing how he wasn’t giving the presenter even a single percent of his attention, the Norwegian knew that he’d do this again if given the chance. A small shot of nostalgia, smiling at how the two friends continued their little note passing. Like when they were in highschool and Tord would have to send Matt a note in the middle of a test, saying he didn’t understand certain words because of the language barrier.

With his gap tooth and accent, not to mention his obsession with anime and such, Tord stood out like a sore thumb back then. I mean, even now, he still did. With his charred, burnt face and his scraped up prosthetic. It was a wonder how he managed to snag the coolest friends ever, all the while looking like a cringey fanboy.

Small snickers were vibrating between them, the soft sound of a notebook being slided back and forth heard every few seconds. It was absolutely wonderful being here with Matt, having the entertainment of your friend with you in such a boring place. It made everything ten times better, really.

More joyful as they grinned at each other, made faces, stuck their tongues out in mockery. It was all fun and games until Tord’s head was snapping towards the direction of a grunt.

A man clearing his throat, eyes narrowed. Eyes pierced into Tord, and the man found himself shifting nervously, mouth growing dry as he stared at Pat, who was standing beside the presenter. He was glaring daggers at the leader, making the man himself grow weak.

“Tord.” He muttered, watching the boss squirm in his seat before finally positioning himself in a proper position. From the corner of his eyes, he watched Matt sit a bit straighter in his seat as well. “Should we approve this or not?”

Tord gulped. He didn’t even know what they were talking about, or if they were even still on the same topic. God, he didn’t even notice the big wooden doors open upon Patryk’s arrival. He only watched the other glare at him, the Red Leader slowly growing more anxious in his seat.

“Uh–”

“Out.” Pat demanded, nodded his head towards the door.

Tord let his mouth hang open a bit, looking between the exit and the irritated man. He let his expression fall again, different from his giggly, happy one that was lacing his features only a second ago.

After a few moments, Tord frowned.

“No.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to.” Tord muttered, staring at Patryk. He crossed his arms, brows furrowing as he watched the other. Watched as Pat blinked at him before beginning to round the table.

That got Tord jumping out of his seat, almost tripping in the process of scraping his chair back and pacing around the otherside of the wooden piece.

The Norwegian glanced at Matt, mouth pulling into another frown as he huffed a bit. He glowered when he saw the ginger hide his smile, posture still straight as he remained professional in front of the other two. Gosh, what a prick! No wonder they were friends.

“Alright, I’m up! You don’t gotta do that…” Tord grumbled, angry at his sudden panic. He avoided the looks of other people, instead walking around the rest of the way before meeting Pat at the door. Despite being all high and mighty, the man couldn’t help but wince as the other grabbed his arm, opening the door. “Jeez…”

As they headed out the door, Tord took a final glance back into the meeting. He passed the multiple stares towards him before catching Matt’s eye. And, before Tord was pulled completely out of sight, Matt gave him a little wave, mischief clouding his look. Tord huffed, and finally, he was out of the room. Walking down the corridor, heels clicking loudly as Pat pulled him.

Oh boy. Maybe getting in trouble wasn’t worth it, but Tord had to admit. That was the most fun he’s had all week. A little smile rested on his face, even as Pat grumbled something under his breath when glancing at him.

Yeah. Tord’s job was alright if he had his friends.

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