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Can I request a Clingy!monsterTom x Depressed!Reader? Maybe with cutting and suicidal thoughts?

I sure can!!! I LOVE angst!!!!!

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Fandom: Eddsworld

Character: Tom

Reader: Depressed

Fic type: Comfort/angst

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: This WILL heavily mention suic/de, blood, and perhaps other triggering topics, read at your own risk!!

Notes: People, I'm not trying to make depression and similar illness romantic, this is simply for comfort.

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I hate everything.

Well, not everything, but the majority, y'know? Everything just...sucks. Life in general, it's all terrible.

People are terrible. Sure, I've found a few choice people that aren't the bane of my existence, but even they have their flaws.

Am I saying that I'm some heaven sent angel? Hell no I'm not. I'm just as terrible if not more! I hate everyone, including myself.

Am I lying? Yeah. Do I have a crush on someone? Yeah. Am I gonna do something about it? Nope.

Why should I? It's not like I'll be here longer anyways...

I'm planning to kill myself.

Am I scared? Kind of. But at this point I don't care. I'm always scared anyways. Always on my guard around people.

Most people don't know the fear and pain of constantly feeling...numb.

It's not like I never feel anything, it's just so rare. My most common emotion is pain. I just want to curl up in a ball and die. But all I can ever being myself to do is cry, and even that's a rare occurrence at this point.

I feel so alone.

Friends? Yeah I have a few.... they're all a bit odd in their own way. Can't complain though, they're like family to me.

My real family? Not many immediate ones, plus, I moved to England five years ago. They called me everyday for the first couple of months. Nowadays, I can barely get a text back... I get that they have their own lives in their respective country, but man, it just makes me so cold-feeling...

I guess where I was going with this, is that I'm scared. Not of my inevitable death, but everything else.

I'm scared of anything and everything now that I think about it. I don't exactly mean common fears they talk about in elementary school, I'm talking real world problems.

I'm scared of failure, not sure why. I've failed enough in my life....it shouldn't even faze me at this point.

Im especially scared of people.

My friends? Yeah them too. What if I make a fool of myself and they think I'm an idiot? What if I make the wrong move, and they hate me? They probably hate me enough as it is...

That why I won't confess to Tom. He'll hate me afterwards. There's just no point in ruining something for nothing in return.

These were the thoughts that ran through my head as my arms and legs were sliced up by a blade driven by my own hands. It's wasn't like it hurt. All it really did was sting, I'm just that used to being hurt, I suppose.

As I was wrapping up my little 'session' I heard a knock on my door,

"(Y/N)! You in there? It's dinner time! I made breakfast for dinner!" A British accent leaked through my door.

I didn't scramble around at the thought of him walking in, my door was locked after all. It's not like I'm that stupid.

" I'll be there in a few minutes, Edd." I spoke back in a raspy voice, not bothering to yell. Edd has good ears, he can somehow hear a whisper from across the house.

It takes me a minute or two to get up and walk into the bathroom that connects to my room. I stumble a bit with the loss of blood.

Once I get in there I take a quick shower, just barely long enough to stop the bleeding and make it appear as if you just took an actual shower.

Once I get out of the shower, I slip on my (favorite color) hoodie.

That was an easy part of hiding my self abuse. Everyone in the house wore a hoodie of their own designated color.

I also slipped on a longer article of clothing to go onto my legs. Couldn't let them see my thighs either.

Once I finished the rest of my cleaning up, I headed out of my little bathroom, and in front of my door. I took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked out.

I got about halfway down the stairs before a screech startled me, causing me to trip a bit,

" (Y/N) IS HERE! YAY!" The high pitch British scream could only belong to the narcissistic ginger known as Matt.

Once I got my balance back into my feet, I continued down the stairs and greeted Matt with a wave.

" Yeah she lives here, idiot. She's not going anywhere." A deeper voice had spoken, I turned around and Tom was there as expected. I smile shrunk a bit at his last comment.

" Sup (y/n)." You snapped out of your thoughts and responded with a casual 'yo.'

The three of us then heard a thick accent cursing in the kitchen, no doubt it was Tord,

" For jævla skyld! Just let me have the last piece!!"

Sure enough, when we walked into the kitchen, Edd and Tord were fighting over the last piece of bacon. I let out a sigh, and the two boys finally acknowledged our existence. That alone didn't stop their argument though.

I didn't even bother attempting to break up the fight, I never could anyways. Their little fuss always ends one of two ways. Edd steals the bacon from under Tord's nose, or vise versa.

I just grabbed a small portion of food, and sat down.

I knew I would be gone by the end of tonight...but I wanted to taste Edd's cooking one last time.

Something interesting happened, instead of one of the two boys getting the bacon, they halved it and sat down. Of all my four years living in this house with these people, they've never shared their bacon.

Strange.

Dinner wasn't as talkative as it usually was when we all ate at the table. Usually we'd all have a big group discussion about our day, or week. Tonight was quiet, giving me an opportunity,

" Hey, guys?" Each one of their heads turned to me, and Edd signalled me to continue,

" I just wanted to say, thank you." Their brows furrowed but I held out a hand to tell them to let me finish,

" You four have helped me with so much over the past few years. From when you let me live here when I couldn't find proper housing situations, to letting me borrow the car. I just wanted to formally tell you all how grateful I really am. You are truly the kindest people I've ever met." As I went on talking, I realized how bad of an idea this actually was.

I mean, will they get suspicious? I'm just showing gratitude right? It shouldn't sound like a cry for help or anything...

As I snapped out of thought for the fiftieth time today, I notice that all of the boys have some type of smile on their face, even Tom!

Edd was smiling like a proud mother,

Matt was smiling giddily,

Tord had a smug, 'cool guy' smile,

And Tom had the smallest smile that made my heart melt.

I awkwardly continued my fake smile, and sat down.

Conversation continued on as would on a normal night, with the topic being past pleasant memories.

I volunteered to wash the dishes, it was the least I could do. There was only one problem. For some ungodly reason, Tom had insisted on helping me.

I couldn't figure out why at first, untill it dawned on me that he probably needed something from me.

So as I scrubbed the forgetten food off of the ceramic plate, he rinsed and dried them. We did this in silence, aside from the running water. Tom's the first one to break the tension filled silence,

" So, how have you been?" It was such a simple question, I could have simply faked a toothy grin, and said that I was great. I could have thanked him for asking. I could have asked him back.

But I only did one of those things.

" I've been doing just as good as I always do." I reply with a small sad smile. I tear my eyes away from the dish water," How about you? You've been awfully quiet tonight."

He chuckles lowly," Just had a lot on my mind, trying to face some of my problems, that's all." I stop what I'm doing and look over at him,

" Do you want to talk about it? I think the others are asleep already."

Normally when Tom is having any type of problem, he comes to me for advice, or even just for someone to listen to him rant when he's drunk. I even gave him a spare key to my room if he ever needs me while I'm asleep. He's offered the same for me, but I told him that I have a counselor. I try not to lie to my housemates all the time, only when necessary.

He simply shakes his head in response," Nah, this is one I have to deal with on my own," I sigh,

" Alright then, but keep my offer in mind. Just try to remember to see me before I go to bed, I'm...going to bed early tonight. I have something to do tommorow." He nods in understanding.

After we finish the dishes, we say our goodnights,

" I'll see you in the morning, (y/n)." I give one last fake smile,

" Same to you, Tom. Sleep well." I see him nod and walk down the hall as I close my door and lock it for the final time.

I walk into my bathroom and look into the mirror. All I see is a monstrosity of a person glaring back at me.

The bags under my eyes had only gotten worse after the sleepless nights I spent writing my suicide note.

I decided to skip reading over it one last time, I want nothing that could alter my decision at hand here. If I read my dying love letter that's written to Tom, I might stop myself in some kind of silly hope that everything could be okay again. It was too late for all that now.

So, I grabbed my blade that had served me well over the years, and stepped into the bathtub. I didn't cry, I didn't shake in fear of what I was about to do. I sadly smiled instead. As I took my hoodie off, revealing a tank top that no one knew I owned. I set my hoodie softly onto the floor, and turned on the hot water.

I took a deep breath in, and sigh, grabbing my blade and getting to work on my first artery. It took me a couple tries to find it.

But once I did, it started the red tint in the once clear bath water. I took in a shaky breath, adjusting to the dizziness of loosing so much blood so quickly.

At this point I couldn't even hear the bathwater running, everything was muffled.

I reached to turn it off, and a hand was placed onto mine. It takes me a good second to register that there was someone next to the tub, yelling my name right next to my face.

I try my best to focus on who could have caught me. Yet it's so difficult to take in my surroundings at this point.

So as I stare at the person beside my bathtub with fading eyes. I feel pressure on my wound, and see something being wrapped around it.

I start panicking, trying to say no, to let me die.

But I just can't. I just watch as my life is saved against my will.

Suddenly I can see that I'm moving, I can't figure out how until I notice the arms carrying me bridal style to a soft surface. That's when I lost consciousness for the next hour.

I didn't exactly 'wake up' more like fazed into existence. It's like I just gradually became aware of what was around me.

I became aware of the sobs coming from my bedside, and of the pressure squeezing my hand.

I forced my eyes open and tried to sit up. Yet I instantly regretted my decision, pain shot throughout my body. I glance over to my hand and up the....purple arm....

Who is this? Or perhaps I should say, what is this?

It's some kind of...monster? Hybrid? It looked kind of human... I could only see the torso and up. Even then, the arms grew bigger the farther down the arms stretched, and turned a deeper and deeper shade of purple. Horns poked out of the head laying slightly onto my shin, poking me a bit.

" Am-" I hold my throat. That hurt. I clear my throat of the mucus and start again as the unknown monster wakes up,

" Am I dead?"

The monsters head shoots up, and I can't help but recognize the 'eyes' that I've grown to love.

" T-Tom..."

He tries to smile for me, but it twists into a sad frown as his black orbs start to water,

" (Y/n)....(y/n) you're...y-you're okay! You're okay..." He said this over and over again as he cupped my cheeks with his transformed hands.

I grab onto his forearm to steady his shaking. This was starting to scare me.

I had never seen this man shed a tear in front of me, yet alone bawl into my shoulder like he was doing now,

" Tom, it's okay, I'm right here." I whispered this, and many other reassurances into his ear. Confirming to him that it was going to be okay and that, to my displeasure, I wasn't going anywhere.

He seemed to get angry after a few minutes, he ripped himself away from me and took hold of my shoulders,

" WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T RIGHT HERE? WHAT IF I HADN'T OF WALKED IN!! WHAT THEN HUH? YOU WOULDN'T BE RIGHT HERE!!! YOU'D BE GONE!! I would have...lost you..." He slid down the side of my bed as he finished his outburst. He sat crying into his knees.

I didn't know what to do. Is he mad at me? But despite the questions, I acted without thinking.

I began to run my fingers through his hair, almost brushing it. He seemed surprised at first, before he leaned into my touch.

" I'm sorry Tom. I didn't think it would effect you like this..." All was silent for a few moments. Until,

" Why..?" He sniffled a few times before I could respond.

" Why? Why what?" He looked up to me,

" Why would you try to leave me?" I couldn't even bring myself to say anything after that. Tom seemed to sense the frog in my throat, and continued,

" You don't realize, (y/n). You don't realize how special you are. To your family, your friends. I mean bloody hell (y/n)! What about us?! Edd would be heartbroken! And how are we supposed to explain something like that to Matt?" I avoided the possible eye contact and twidled my thumbs in my lap,

" What about me (y/n)? How am I supposed to go on living with myself if you, the love of my life, killed herself?" My mind went blank. He took my hand in between both of his,

" I know this isn't the greatest time for this, but if it'll boost your self esteem even a little bit, I don't care about embarrassing myself. (Y/n) (L/n), I am deeply in love with you, and have been since you moved in. I've loved you since you helped me to bed when I came in drunk all those years ago. I've loved you since you beat my Pac-Man score at the arcade, I acted so mad, but you were just so cute so excited like that... (Y/n)... Please let me help you love yourself by loving you..."

By the time he was done with his speech, I was in tears, a small frown on my face. He seemed to get the wrong idea as he instantly dropped my hand and got up,

" I got the message, I'll just uhm... I'll just g-" I grabbed his hoodie strings and pulled him in for a kiss.

We could both tell that there would be many more to come.

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I'm sorry if it's extremely long, I just love to write angst haha...

[kattwritesuwu]

I just had a funny idea for a story! Could you maybe do a headshot of Tom (Eddsworld) and Eyeless Jack running into each other?

Oh dearie me, this is going to me hectic!

This will be written in a narrator's point of view.

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It was a chilly winter evening, the crisp leaves still continuing to fall from their trees. Despite it being around Christmas time, the streets were quiet. All you could hear were the cicadas chirping along with on another. Until they were disturbed by a rather rushed lady, full force sprinting down the street. She ended up stepping on one, poor thing.

Back to the lady, she was getting tired. Working as a secretary didn't exactly keep her all that in shape. Despite being rushed down the countless amount of halls by Mr. Han.

As she panted and heaved her breath, her attacker only got closer and closer. Did I mention she was being chased? No? Oops.

The mysterious hooded man ran with light footsteps. He must be experienced.

As in a classic story, the woman runs into an alleyway and ends up being cornered by the malicious attacker-

" Lame."

Wait wha-

" I said lame."

Who the hell are you? How can you hear me? I'm the narrator!! You can't do that!

" Lame."

Can you stop saying that?! Please! I'm trying to narrate, it's been my dream since I was twel-

" Lame"

As the narrator attempted to continue narrating while crying, the character-that was calling the narrator lame- revealed himself.

Wait- what?

Tom?? From Eddsworld?? But- but this is a an Eyeless Jack oneshot???

The murderer then turned around and froze, mask on his face, and blood dripping down his scalpel.

Tom seemed unfazed, until the murderer took off his mask. That was when Tom's jaw hit the floor.

So here we were, with two males with holes in the place of eyes.

They both squinted their 'eyes' at each other, were they imagining? They couldn't be! EJ is a demon, he doesn't imagine! And Tom.....he doesn't have an imagination anymore.

They circled around each other, not sure if the other was a threat yet. Though I should mention that EJ is a murderer, he's always a threat idiot.

Once he new he were in the clear for the moment, Tom spoke,

" Selfie?"

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[kattwritesuwu]

Hey I was wondering if you could do an EJ x Demon! child reader? Obviously platonic!

Of course! You're my first request so I'll have it out A.S.A.P!!

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Fandom: Creepypasta

Character: Eyeless Jack

Reader type: Child

Type of fic: Platonic comfort/fluff

P.O.V: Reader's P.O.V

Warnings: Heavy swearing

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The farthest back I can remember....

I was being chased through town, a rather large group of townsfolk right on my tail.

Most of them carried some type of weapon, a gun, a cross, holy water. Anything they believed could cause harm to a demon, a devil, a spawn of Satin.

Yeah, I'm a demon. So what? That doesn't particularly make me evil, does it? For you're information, I've never kicked a baby in my life!!

Anyways,

I was being chased. I didn't know what to do, what turn to make. So I ran as far as my legs would take me, which happened to be in the middle of the forest. I collapsed as soon as I knew the crowd was far behind.

That was a year ago.

Apparently, a couple hours after I had passed out, someone picked me up and carried me to my new home. I was cautious at first, which is understandable granted I was nearly exercised like a common ghost.

Slender mansion, the home for imaginary murderers!

Did the fact that everyone around me is a murderer?

Not one bit! I even decided to join in! Murder isn't nearly as bad as people think it is, besides, most targets are shitty people anyways.

Speaking of shitty people, Jeff wouldn't leave me the hell alone, he keeps following me around trying to get my attention.

" Would you just answer me already?! How many times to I have to say 'hey'?!"

Now, usually, I would greet whoever the person was as soon as they got my attention. Jeff is an exception.

To cut to the chase, we hate each other. He calls me a, 'little shit.' While I call him an, 'ugly bastard'. I can't exactly remember when our hatred for each other started, I just know it's been going on for a long time.

I now realize that this whole time I've been spacing out, and Jeff is now in my face, screaming at me.

"......O GIVE IT BACK ALREADY!!"

I blink a few times before reluctantly saying,

" Huh?"

I could practically see the cogs in his head turning, attempting to register that I hadn't heard seventy-five percent of what he had said.

When he finally computed that he was talking yelling at a brick wall, he growled and lifted me by the shirt.

" YOU SON OF A BITCH! FIRST YOU STEAL MY KNIFE FROM UNDER MY NOSE, AND NOW YOU WON'T EVEN LISTEN TO ME?!" As he screamed at my face, I couldn't help but feel a bit scared, thousands of questions ran through my head.

' Is he going to hurt me?'

' Could I even fight back?'

' Is...is this the end..?'

Just as molten tears began running down my face,

" Hey." A calm voice interrupts.

Jeff head snaps to the side, as does mine. And there stood Eyeless Jack, or EJ as we all called him.

Jeff's face scrunched up in disgust, " The hell do you want? Go back to eating your liver you freak. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

EJ stood still for a moment, not fased by the insult, before taking a few steps forward, " Just put them down."

Jeff does a double take, " What..?...YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!"

EJ remains silent, only lifting his arm to grab onto Jeff's, before throwing him onto the floor. I fell onto my bottom and sniffled a bit before acknowledging the hand in front of me.

" Let me help you up." He speaks in a low soft tone. Not monotone, but not very lively either.

He's always been like this, ever since I met him. He doesn't often go out if his way to interact with me, or anyone else for that matter. When I do get the chance to talk to him, it's usually the aftermath of him saving my ass from something pathetic.

I grab his hand and he hoists me up off of the floor.

" Do you want to talk about it?" He tilts his head a bit as he talks.

I shake my head, I've troubled him enough today.

He simply sighs before beginning to walking away before stopping and waving me over,

" Come one, let's go get some food." I begin to sniffle again as a few more tears slip out of my black orbs that I call eyes.

I run over to him and hold onto the end of his sleeve. He seems startled at first, before breaking into a small smile.

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I hope it wasn't too short! I also hope you enjoyed! Feel free to request anything anytime!

[kattwritesuwu]

Hiya! I'm Katt, and I'll be attempting to write here as much as I can. My specialty is reader insert oneshots, but I can try my hand in headcanons as well! Feel free to ask or request whatever you please!

The fandoms and characters I will write about include:

Eddsworld (I will write for any character and any AU)

Stardew Valley (Any of the marriage candidates)

Undertale (Any character and any AU)

Creepypasta (Any well known character)

Danganronpa (Just the first game, as I haven't finished the second)

The things I WON'T write:

Lemons

A minor with an adult in a non-platonic relationship

I can't really write graphic scenes without them being cringe, so try not to be too specific if you request a yandere

The things I WILL write:

Basically anything else!

Disclaimer!!!!!

I am allowed to refuse anything.

I am my own person, a college student. So please forgive me if it takes a while to get to your request.

Also, don't worry, I will put this info into my bio so it doesn't get stories piled on top of it. ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

Time to put tags to get noticed UwU

Edit: Can’t get all the info into my bio without looking bad, I tried.