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Reader is non-gendered and going to be called you or y/n.
Setting this in the og house with everyone being joyful
You stood outside the door of edds house sheepishly. You'd never been to your boyfriends house. Boyfriends.. you'd always struggled with romance, it was just a bit trivial, less important you would say.
You would have never guessed you'd end up how you did.
The door opened gently. Edd's bright face peaked out at you, a curious expression. He probably didn't know you were coming.
“Oh! Y/n! I've heard so much about you! Uhhh I think Tord and Tom are in Tom's room, I can show you to it?”
“Yes please, thanks, it's uh, it's nice to meet you!”
“Nice to meet you too, ignore our mess, me and Matt are trying to invent a new flavor of cola!” His voice was laced with pride. Tom often spoke about the er.. eccentricities of his roommates, and he and Tord were no exception. They were all an odd bunch, but a lovely group nonetheless.
“Tomm! Tord your partner is here! Sorry, they're both gunna be in that room at the end of the hall on the right side.”
“Thanks edd, b..best of luck with your..?”
“Thanks!” Edd interrupted, then turned, probably not trying to be rude, just excited to get back to it.
The hall had pictures of them all, down to highschool and when they were all itty bitty. It was so adorable they were friends for so darn long.
You knocked on the door, the childish “DONT ENTER!!!!” sign rattled a bit.
“Come in!!”
You opened the door to see Tord sprawled out over Tom. They made a bit of a cross shape (+). Tom fiddling with his phone and laying across his stomach reading a gross magazine.
It was sweet, funny ? Yeah, but sweet.
“Y/n!” Tord scrambled up and tossed the mag.
“Heya babe, how are.. what were you guys doing?” Excitement rang from your tone, while the boys watched you. It was nice to see them secretly getting along.
Tom was always the type to play the “hard to get” games. He looked up from his phone lazily but you could tell he was happy.
“I was er- reading! Yes im a literature man, while Tom rots his brain on the yutob” Tord spoke in his light accent. He liked to be irritating, he thought it was funny. Unfortunately a lot of the time it was pretty funny.
“You mean YouTube. Dumbass, and no im not im reading an article”
“An article.” Tord echoed in a higher pitched tone, mimicking him.
You sat on the bed next to Tom, swinging your legs over onto the silly kids robot print comforter someone had bought for Tord and he'd never replaced.
Tord wiggled his way in between. His horn tufts stuck out awkwardly, or more awkward than usual, like he was pulled through a bramble bush.
“Were you petting him? Like a cat?” You giggled softly at the way Tom's hand did fit between Tords “horns” pretty accurately with the bent shape of them at the moment.
“Never, wouldn't dream of it.” Tom set his phone down beside him. “You're so annoying, why do you have to be in the middle?”
“Y/n isn't it better when I'm in the middle?”
“Be quiet the both of you.” Your tone was lighthearted. The Norwegian chuckled lightly while Tom resumed patting his head.
You were all tangled up, Tom's legs around yours and Tord trapped between, both of your arms wrapped over and around him. The fan brought a cool breeze down on the muddle of body heat, but it couldn't be more pleasant.
You gazed over the boys with a gentle love in your eyes. Tom was nodding off a tad, the dark abyss that were his eyes lidding with the impression no one could tell.
Tord blatantly and unshamefully enjoying every moment of being squashed between his two lovers.
Tom shifted slightly closer before muttering,
“I love you guys..”
It was almost to quiet to hear.
“I er.. I .. love you too tom..” Tord spoke, but mostly muffled since he'd buried his face in the duvet.
They acted like shy high-schoolers despite their adult ages.
“I love you both”