#ew tom x reader

[miffysstash]

Eddsworld Tom/Reader Headcanons

Dates He’d Take You On: 

Dates are sporadic, whether it be to the local bar for a few drinks or to the local skating rink to go around the rink a few times together. He sometimes takes to band concerts or underground concerts if they’re in town, especially if it’s an indie band you really like. He’ll be holding your hand the entire time as you cheer and raise your other fist into the air at the band, his eyes half-lidded with a smile as he doesn’t look away from you almost the entire time. Like you and your thrilled reactions were enough of a show for him.

As stated before, he takes you on dates to the local roller rink close to his house. If you’re not very good at skating, he’ll help you from behind. One hand is located at your hip while the other holds your hand to help your terrified form keep balance.  “Hey, it’s ok (Name). Baby steps, you won’t get it right away.”  After a bunch of practice, you're skating side by side. Holding hands as you dodge passer-by’s and talk about whatever life is throwing at the both of you.  “Hey, you’re doing great babe. Proud of ya.”  He gently squeezes your hand in reassurance that his words are genuine, knowing his voice may sound sarcastic.

There’s also late-night rendezvous with him, whether it be him practicing chords on Susan or just chatting in his room or your apartment with a couple bottles of alcohol (or mocktails for you if you don’t drink).  He’ll chat about his roommates, whom you’ve met on a few occasions, or bands that he’s recently discovered. His head will be in your lap, your fingers dragging through his hair as he rants to you,  “My stupid friends did something stupid like always. One of these days they’re gonna get us killed I swear to God.” “Tom, did you join them though?” “...Maybe?” 

He tells you all the things the three of them get into and on rare occasions the antics they had with his former roommate. You think his name was Tord? You thought he was great at coming up with stories until he came to your apartment one day with a spaceship. “Hey (Name)” He waved nonchalantly.  “Hi, Tom’s partner!” His friends called out.  Meanwhile, your coffee was now dropped and spilled all over your balcony floor as you stared up in disbelief. 

Romantic Stuff He Does:

This man truly doesn’t really change in a relationship, plain and simple. Of course, he does the usual romantic stuff like holding your hand and giving you affection behind closed doors but he treats you the same around others like he did before. He’ll joke around with you like he would before he confessed (although sprinkling little flirts and pet-names into it),  “You’re an idiot, and I love you so much for it babe.” Of course, he doesn’t think you’re an idiot, you both know this. Behind closed doors though? Tom loves to hold you close as you cuddle, sure he loves to be held but to have you in his arms gives him a sense of almost overwhelming comfort. 

He’ll hold onto one of your hands the entire time and just inspect it, whether the lines of your palm or any scars/marks you have on them to remember every last detail.  Places gentle kisses on your hand and forehead as well.  As cliche as it is, he loves mumbling sweet nothings to you. He can mumble to you for hours. “You’re beautiful, ya know that (Name)? I could be here for hours with you and I wouldn’t complain one bit.”

You also noticed he starts to smell less like alcohol and more like a nice light cologne when you get further into your relationship. He starts frequenting the local bar less and less, even on his own when you don’t go there on a date.  When or if you bring this up, he shrugs “Haven’t had a reason to go lately.”

[nikaizkool]

EDDSWORLD BF HCS

Edd- sfw

- He nonstop cuddles you, no matter where. At the mall? Cool sit down and he’s clasping onto your side nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder.

- if he wakes up before you and feels extra boyfriend-e he’ll make you bed in breakfast.

- he gets jealous easily, if your talking to someone who he dosent like he’s gonna be touchy

- he’s normally very independent but depending on his mood he’ll just be super clingy and needy

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Edd- nsfw

- def into pussy/penis worship will nonstop give you head till your actually starting to beg

-very big on aftercare, wants you to have the best experience possible with you still being his princess/prince he can take care of.

- he’s a tits guy for sure.

Tom- sfw

- he’s honestly kind of a dick but all you had to do was humble him and he was head over heels for you

- honestly really clingy when it’s just you two he’ll literally be cuddling you and as soon as someone walks in he’s on the other side of the room whistling and reading a magazine

- he’ll do all your errands for you and chores as a thank you for being his partner

Tom- nsfw

- he def has a breeding kink, him being half monster and all he needs to mate and shit

- an absolute god when it comes to giving head.

- he’s also a tits guy

Matt- sfw

- he surprisingly gets jealous really easily and gets really upset when you only call him “handsome” instead of “incredibly handsome”

- he’s honestly such a yapper, he’ll talk nonstop for hours about his novelty toy collection and all of the things he’s got from his and the gangs adventures

- honestly not that clingy unless you want him to be, you have to ask him to hug you.

Matt- nsfw

- he likes to record and jerk off to it later

- you will have this man in a chokehold if you praise him, lord

- mirror sex or sex in unusual places >

- also a tits guy “their like little pillows”

Tord- sfw

- does anything you want to make you happy, gives you money, takes you shopping, whatever makes you happy

- lays his head on your stomach and loves when you play with his hair

- literally loves when you kiss his scarred face

Tord- nsfw

- he loves biting you and he’s like mad possessive

- if he gets jealous he takes it out on you in bed “yeah, could __ make you feel this good?”

- literally is such a sadist, look it up. Prepare for some fucked up shi man 😭

[pineappleciders]

hihi! i just found your blog because of your Eddsworld x reader post and it was so cute, i love how you write for the characters. i also saw that your requests were open, and i was wondering if you could write the main 4 boys with gn!s/o that is a singer/songwriter and plays different instruments like piano and guitar. thank you <3

EW main 4 with a musical S/O

includes: edd, tom, matt, and tord

A/N: i am assuming you meant the ew main 4 as you mentioned it!!!! apologies if it isn't what you meant :P also thank you :))

edd

he 100% spies on you when you're rocking out or writing songs. like he thinks it's so interesting. he would just ask to watch but he knows you wouldn't want someone hovering over you while you do your thing

he looves to draw you playing the guitar in his sketchbook,, like he already draws u a lot but he has little shitty doodles of you playing instruments and singing on his wall with lil music notes and everything

lots of music puns.

"hey- hey Y/N. what do you call a musician with problems?"

"what?"

"a trebled man."

if you ever fully produce and release a song, he makes a little animation to it and put a drawing of him smooching u on the cheek at the end. (iknow this is really specific but tell me u don't see this happening)

claps for you when you sing. like in a crowd he'd stand up and clap really obnoxiously and yell "YEAHH WOOOHOOOO GO Y/N" n it'd be really embarrassing

"hey, you see that person- right- right up there? yeah, yeah that's my S/O. i know, they're so great." he says to the person next to him with tears in his eyes

karaoke nights. you two go to a karaoke bar and sing your hearts out. he's absolutely awful at singing but he LOVES it

tom

your guitar and susan have a makeshift wedding, and tom is crying the entire time, walking susan down the aisle while you play wedding music

if you started like shredding on an electric guitar or bass he'd just sit on the bed and ogle like a lovestruck idiot. like he's soooooo in love

he's super impressed, and he'll say it sometimes but be all awkward about it

"you're really good at that stuff, Y/N. i mean- seriously, it's impressive." he's like looking away and scratching his neck

he low-key feels kinda insecure about his own music skills. i think he'd like to write his own songs but hates sharing them, and he's kinda mediocre at playing the bass so when he sees you absolutely destroying the piano or something he deflates

asks you to help him get better at guitar,, which ends up with you like. holding his hands over the correct position on it behind him and it's super awkward and he gets really flustered

you both write songs about each other and you both nearly faint when you see each others songs

sometimes he gets shit-faced and shows up at your door like crying with his bass and a whole speaker system set up outside and just plays a love song he made for you while sobbing his 'eyes' out

matt

he's like, insisting that you play professional classical music or something. like his eyes are glittering talking about having a duet together on stage

he probably has like a play about himself and he begs you to play the music for it

he's constantly asking you to play him stuff. like every now and then he asks you to sing him a lullaby when he goes to bed and he falls asleep in your lap

or sometimes he asks you to play a popular pop song on guitar, and he sings along (albeit terribly)

speaking of singing, he ALWAYS starts singing when he hears you singing or humming. like it's a reflex to sing along. he sheepishly apologizes if you deadpan at him though

when introducing you to someone he wraps his arm around your waist or shoulder and pulls you close and flashes a shiny grin, showing you off

"heh, yeah, this is my S/O, they're a singer and musician. they can play the guitar, piano, violin.. yeah, i'm a pretty cool guy- i mean! uh, they're, pretty cool. yeah. that's what i said."

when the person starts talking to you about your talent goes to you he'll whine and try to get their attention back on him. he knows you're super cool and awesome and have an amazing voice and a beautiful face but this is about HIM and HIS beautiful face!!!

tord

sometimes he walks in on you strumming your guitar or singing a little tune, and he'll lean on the doorway with his arms crossed just listening

he thinks it's super cool, and sometimes he'll ask you to play one of his favorite songs

subconsciously starts humming your songs around the house, and might get a little flustered if you mention it

definitely borrowed your guitar one time and probably broke one of the strings. he got absolutely terrified and locked himself in his room waiting for you to get home

"tord! i'm home! what's- *gasp*"

absolutely quaking in his boots. safe to say he got a good smack on the head and had to pay to get it repaired

he loves to listen to you sing or play piano through the walls. he finds it less awkward than being in the same room, and the muffled effect makes it strangely calming

like matt he pulls you close and brags about your talents to people you meet. with a huge grin too. he thinks he looks so cool but he actually looks like a huge douchebag

he actually looks like a huge douchebag in general. but he's your huge douchebag🥰

this is random but i feel like all of them are the type to show up outside your window in the middle of the night, hold a speaker over their head and play peter gabriel to win ur love. they're such fuckung geeks

[dxwnfxll]

Heyy!! How are you?<3

I just found your blog and I'm so happy I did! So I decided to leave a request for some hc's of the main 4 eddsworld boys finding out the reader is a stoner? Like they'll just get into the house and see the reader faded af and just being extra chill abt everything??

If you don't do multiple character hc's, then the same premise but only for Tord. Thank you lovely :))

Hiya !! I'm doing swell ! Hope ya are to :) !!

And awesome HC idea totally gonna write it out

Hope ya enjoy it ! (And sorry for the wait i've been busy busy !!)

The eddsworld boys with a stoner reader

(gender neutral reader)

Tord

- So Tord is DEF a stoner, you can't tell me other wise. So when he casually arrives home one day a lil earlier than the others and finds reader faded as hell he just fucking laughs.

- He def gets high with reader, he has a collection of funny lil bongs including a anime girl one he spent a shit ton of money on.

- Reader got munchies? He's got ya, he's got his own lil munchie stash in his room.

- Readers first time getting high? He'll call you stupid but help you through it, make sure you don't freak tf out

- You and him probably sit on the couch looking like idiots laughing at the dumbest shit (probably a dumb commercial Tord keeps rewinding back over and over)

Edd

- I don't see Edd as a stoner but he's okay with the 'lifestyle', though when he came back after a cola run and found Reader staring at the ceiling snickering here and there he's very concerned

- " Did Tord give you something from his stash? TORD !! "

- When he figures out YOU are ALSO a stoner he's like " oh "

- He's kinda curious about what it's like sometimes, especially since he's been casually watching you/Tord getting high randomly and looking like y'all are having the time of your lives.

- Careful if you actually let him get high with you, He's gonna freak tf out and get some bad munchies

- If he never gets high with you though he just kinda keeps an eye on you to make sure you're okay

Matt

- He's not a stoner, doesn't even know what a stoner is. So when he comes home and smells something 'bad' in the air he thinks it's a damn fire

- Idk why he thought it was a fire he just did, he sees smoke coming under your door and grabs a bucket and before you even know it he's thrown water in your room...on you.

- He killed your vibe

- He does apologize though at least

Tom

- He used to be a stoner, he kinda stopped after he got into Smirnoff and didn't wanna be juggling both y'know?

- When he comes home and sees you on the couch he just holds in a lil laugh and goes " i know that face, someones tripping balls"

- He MAKES you give him a hit on the blunt/bong/whatever (or an edible if you prefer edibles)

- He's a pro at this shit so he's chilling, and hopefully you are too. But a few mins in he'll get up and grab some snacks for you two.

- He isn't a very giggly high when y'all two are high but he's more 'idiotic', he'll find random photos and think they're the funniest shit known to man kind. He's also very hungry and thirsty when he gets high

- Tord is NOT allowed during y'alls high time

- He takes big breaks when getting high, so if you're a stoner that does it daily or day after day he's not gonna smoke with ya every day. He smokes like maybe once or twice a week? It really depends

Bonus:

Eduardo

- He judges you, but when he sees how chill you are when high he decides to take a hit. He gets mad when he doesn't get high from one hit

- Excuse him he's a lil dumb, you tell him it takes more than one hit and he just grumbles before taking another hit

- Once he's high with you he just sits there, you probably gotta check on him to make sure he's okay

- After that time he gets high with you whenever he can, dude probably needs it tbh

Jon

- He doesn't really understand but he's cool with it ! :D

Mark

- Mark prefers to not be around whenever you get high, it's not that he hates you being a stoner he just isn't into smoking and all that. He does warn you about the bad stuff with smoking though womp womp

Paul

- Dude doesn't care, he probably finds you high in the barracks at the red army base. He probably sits with you and smokes his own cigarettes just chilling with you

- " everybody needs a break every now and then, just don't be high while your work yeah ? "

- If you ask for anything to help get you down from your high so you can work he'll usually help (if he's in a good mood)

Patryck

- Judging

- He doesn't like that you're high during work, doesn't like the smell and doesn't like how you act while high

- gets a lil annoyed if he has to help you walk around or anything

- def never getting high with you, but he's def had a contact buzz before

Yippe ! Hope you enjoyed sorry if it seemed rushed at all

[ilikesillythings]

Tom x reader

Edd x Reader

IM BEGGINNGGG🙏

"Sweeter than a milkshake" Tom x Reader x Edd

Tws; none Fluff Established relationsips Poly (TomEdd on top<3) (Im so sorry if you dont like ships, if you dont just pretend Edd and Tom are PLATONICALLY together- I would've written two different fics, but I wouldn't know who to @.)

It was days like this you were glad for your two boyfriends. A boring, but sunny day never stayed boring for long when you dated the two insane men known as Edd and Tom.

"Love!" Edd called to you from the kitchen, holding a flyer, "A new cafe opened up nearby, wanna go with me to check it out-- oh, and ask Tom if he wants to as well!!" he added the last part with a goofy grin. "Kay!" You returned, walking to your other boyfriends' room.

Your knucked rapped against the door, "Tomme?" Hearing something thud softly from inside of his room, and small footsteps, you took a step away from the door right before it opened slightly.

"Oh- {Y/N}!" Tom said, his once grumpy face shifting to an excited, goofy grin once his eyes (supposedly, it was hard to tell) settled onto you. He always seemed to brighten up upon seeing you, or Edd for that matter. "Edd wanted to know if you wanted to go to this new cafe with us?"

Immediately Tom nodded excitedly, "Hell yeah!" was his reply as he hooked his arm with you, shutting his door with his foot, walking briskly to the kitchen where Edd was stood, skim-reading the flyer. "You ready, smeg head?" Tom asked Edd, who in turn chuckled, nodding

The cafe wasn't too far away, and since it was nice out you enjoyed the walk. In fact, it was almost a bit too warm, the sun feeling hot against the back of your neck, but the prospect of this oddly made it worth it. "I wonder if they have Cola.." Edd mused to himself softly, causing you and Tom to chuckle.

Eventually, the three of you reached the cafe. It was clearly based off of the 1960s, so with renewed interest, you were the first to step in, followed by Edd, then Tom.

It was fairly empty inside in terms of people, decorations on the other hand were a different story. The walls were white, with black and white checkered floors, red seated booths with long cyan blue tables, a juke box, playing 'These Boots Were Made For Walking' softly, a static hum faintly following the melody, as the thing seemed as though it had seen better days. The walls were covered in photos, Coca Cola signs, photos of dramatically lit lava lamps, barbies, surfers, and tie-dyed shirts. Near the wall was a long counter, red surfaced bar stools in front of it.

Your eyes surveyed over everything, in awe. "Whoa.." you whispered, sitting down at one of the bar stools. Chuckling to themselves, Edd and Tom sat on either side of you, "This is certainly something, huh?" Tom asked with a raised eyebrow,

"Look.." Edd murmured with stars in his eyes, pointing at the large Cola sign. Tom rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath, "It is cool in here," you eventually said, tilting your head to the side.

Once a waitor gave each of you a menu, Edd got a Cola, Tom black coffee, and you? A milkshake. But, no matter how sweet the {F/F (favourite fruit) } milkshake turned out to be, you knew for a fact that your boys were much, much sweeter.

[ew-headyhearts]

OHMIGODFINALLYMOREEDDSWORLDCONTENTIVEBEENSTARVEDFORSOLONG

Request from ur local Tom simp, I was so happy when u mentioned Tom and the fact he’s a bassist in a nsfw post

istg please, imagine him just practicing with Susan and his S/O randomly just spaced out onto his hands (I’m a strong believer that this fucker wears rings, I’ll fistfight you on it) and he’d notice and be a total jerk abt it, lovingly of course-

ALSO BONUS FOR THE NASTY HORNY SHIT, PLEASE IM SUCH A SIMP-

Anon… do you have any idea what you’ve done? This right here, this is my SHIT!! HIT ME RIGHT IN THE DAMN KINK. This took me way too long to write but I hope it was worth the wait. The ending is abrupt I know. I got carried away a little bit and it became more than what was requested. I might just be willing to make this a two parter... Perhaps.

Obligatory, under the cut for more. Do not read if sexual situations make you uncomfortable.

Rock Me to Sleep (Part 1)

TW: N$FW, Hand kink, mentioning of wanting to be choked, bassists reign supreme

It was late at night and the sun had long since gone down. The clock read somewhere after two o'clock in the morning. Granted, it was a bit hard to tell as you’re fighting off sleep. Blearily trying to blink away the tiredness in your eyes. There was no use trying to get sleep at this point. Even if you wanted to sleep, the house was filled with the low humming of a bass.

Your roommate, Thomas, seemed far too busy to care about your plight. In fact, more often than not, he did his best writing late at night. Or maybe he just enjoyed being a nuisance. How the other two seemed to sleep so easily when Tom was doing his nightly jam sessions, you haven’t a clue. Perhaps they’d grown so used to it over time.

Maybe you should consider taking Matt’s offer from the other night. Ear plugs would make sleeping far easier. Although, noise canceling headphones would prove extra useful.

You ponder on your decision for a while. So long in fact that you slowly begin to drift off to sleep. Just as your eyes flutter shut once more, sleep so close to sinking into every fiber of your being, you’re ripped from it so suddenly. The jarring rift Tom had started seemed to force you unceremoniously from the beginnings of a dream. Even Edd seemed furious about this. He could be heard from his own room yelling at Tom to stop for the night.

The peace that followed was brief, but still joyous. Though, it seemed Tom was only content with playing some lower cords. Was it fortunate for the others? Yes. For you however… The shared wall between both of your rooms did little to muffle the noise.

Maybe it was because you were cranky or maybe it was just the dreariness of your sleep deprived state, but you got up from bed. The moment from between you leaving the sanctity of your bedroom to the point where you were at Tom’s door was nearly nonexistent. Judging by that fact, it’s safe to say you are in some desperate need for sleep.

Tom doesn’t even bother to meet your gaze. He seemed far too caught up in playing to even notice the way your weary body held itself up by the doorframe. His face seemed clenched in concentration, eyes squeezed shut as he let his fingers drift along the fret. While his fingers danced across the strings, his other hand rested comfortably against the body. It seemed to smack lightly at the bass to some imaginary beat he was making up in his head.

You don’t even realize just how long you’re staring at this point. The tired ache of your muscles had long since been forgotten. Instead it was replaced by a new ache that settled deep inside the pit of your stomach. With a deep breath that you had been holding, you step over to the side of his bed. Had you really been breathing that shallowly this entire time?

His eyes slowly open now, finally acknowledging your presence. Though, it didn’t seem to be that bothered by it. Much to your disappointment, his fingers freeze along the fretboard. He raises a brow at you. It was a silent question, one that he’d hope he wouldn’t have to voice. You’d already interrupted his flow, and speaking would bring him further out of the headspace.

“Don’t let me stop you,” you speak, before letting your body fall down onto the opposite side of the bed. Your knees hang haphazardly over the side of the bed while you stretch out across your back.

Maybe it was just your tiredness that wanted him to keep on playing. After all, the current melody he had going was smooth and deep. One that rattled the room slightly and settled deep into your chest. At least, that's what you can tell yourself while you watch him settle back into a rhythm.

Tom didn’t seem to question you further. In fact, he seemed all too content to have a live audience to the current jam session he was having. The way his hands stretched out to each cord was almost hypnotizing. Calluses strummed at smooth metal to produce the sweet melody that filled the room. It seemed his hands had committed the cord to memory and flowed as fluidly as water.

Though, you catch your eyes lingering for far too long on his digits. You could see the way each tendon flexed with the stretch of his fingers along the fret. Or maybe, it was the way the veins seemed to pop with his current hand placement that sent a warmth into your core. Whatever the reason for your current euphoric state, there wasn’t any denying the way you ogled his ringed fingers.

Tom didn’t seem as bothered by your ogling. A smug smirk was plastered across his face and his void-like eyes were turned to look down at you. “You know… you could take a closer look,” His head tilts downwards slightly, nudging towards the guitar in his lap. It was another invitation, beckoning you to come closer and touch him. An offer you would have been foolish to refuse.

Now you really couldn’t disguise your presence as just out of tiredness. He’d fully caught you staring at his powerful hands. But, as you settled right up against him, there didn’t seem to be any judgment in his gaze. The way his muscles seemed to relax as your own fingers brush against his bare arm gave cadence to his relaxed state.

From this distance you could smell the cologne. A clean and crisp scent, dominated by sage and bergamot that tapered into a woodsy musk. Rustic, yet incredibly intoxicating.

The two of you stay like this for a while. You, with one arm tucked into his side and the other splayed out across his forearm, and Tom with his guitar tucked in his crossed lap. You could feel each movement of his muscles under his dark skin. Tom was thankful he’d long since discarded his typical blue hoodie for a gray tank top as he enjoyed the contact between you too.

Maybe he was showing off a bit. His fingers curled ever so slightly against each string as he plucked them. You could notice the faint outline of his tendons stretching against the skin each time he stretched out a digit across the fretboard. The satisfied grin on his face made it obvious, he was definitely showing off.

It seems you don’t even notice the way your hands have started playing their exploration game. One finger moves down his forearm slowly, tracing a vein down to the center of his wrist that rested against the body of the bass.

A part of you worried this position would make his playing awkward, but Tom didn’t seem to care all that much. If anything, the soft furrow of his brows gave the hint to the exact opposite. His forked tongue darted out for a split second, both sides moving along his bottom lip slowly. It seemed he was barely containing his own elicit excitement about this whole scenario.

“Pervert,” Tom chastises you, despite the way his own body seemed to react so sweetly to each touch of your skin against his own, “You’re really easy to entertain, huh?”

“Does it really bother you?” You question him in return. Though, he seemed all too quick to protest the second your body started to pull itself from his side.

“I never said that.” His hands pull away from the base of the guitar for a split second, wrapping around your waist to pull you back into him. This time your knees brushed together, and sides pressed tightly against one another. You settle your head against his shoulder, letting your hair tickle against his stubble.

“You really seem to enjoy this,” Tom noted. His gaze flitted back and forth between you and the way his fingers continued to strum. “If I’d have known you were this easy to work up, I’d have tried this a long time ago.”

You don’t even seem to register his words, too transfixed on the way his hands gripped at the neck and squeezed. He gave a knowing smirk the second he noticed the absolute dazed look you were giving him. Maybe, if you played your cards right, he’d let those hands wander around your throat. Just imagining the way the cold metal of his rings would leave little divots in your skin if he squeezed just right was enough to work you up even further.

It seemed that Tom was happy to go on like this for a while. There was only one reason he’d continued strumming a low tune, with the express purpose of working you up further. He took note of the way your breath would quicken with every little movement. It really seemed like he had you right where he wanted you. Did you want him as much as he wanted you?

The way your hands began to wander a bit further down his forearm and traced into the palm of his hand was enough to draw his attention again. Even as he tilted his head back up to meet your gaze, he continued strumming.

He was confident in his own abilities. Your hand wandering into his own didn’t prove to be any hindrance. If anything, it emboldened him to really put on a show.

“Something on your mind, baby,” Tom asked. Though it seemed less so a question, and more like an implication to your current state. The way his empty eyes fell half-lidded showed his intentions. He really was teasing you and that smug smirk wasn’t going away anytime soon.

He was entirely willing to push you even further, just to see how long it’d take for you to break. A deliciously tortuous game of hot-and-cold. Just to see who’d crack under the pressure first and give in to their desire. Tom was very confident in where he stood in this little game. You, however? Your resolve was quickly crumbling. You found yourself wanting to push just a bit further. To really explore this new desire further.

“Could I uh…” The words died in your throat as your throat was suddenly dry. Your intentions were by no means innocent and the mere thought of acting on such impulses was making your heart race. Tom arches a brow. A silent question urging you to continue. A beat passes before you do so. “Would you let me try something?”

The rift he was working on stopped suddenly. The sound was almost akin to a groan that trailed off into silence. Tom let his bass rest in his lap as he turned his full attention to you. He was intrigued by such a vague request, but his curiosity urged him to give you a nod of approval.

“What did you have in mind?” His tone was light yet impish. Tom had an idea of what you want but he’d rather play dumb. It made the buildup even sweeter when you fully shed your inhibitions and gave in to him. The excitement was overwhelming as his own mind wandered to what you might have in store.

[eddswrold-fandicc]

Tom x Female Reader Fluff

Panic set in your veins. It’s been a week since your mother called, reminding you that the family get together is this weekend. 

You had nobody to go with.

Sure, you could go alone, but everyone would be disappointed in you again for not dating. Dating was something that you didn’t really care about. You were more focused on your career. Plus, it’s not like you had feeling for anyone either. It was hard for you to fall for someone. There was a boyfriend in highschool, but he cheated, and you never tried again. 

Your family made fun of you for not dating, more specifically your sister. She had it all. The looks, the hair, the pretty face, and all of the attention. She always had a boyfriend. She was never alone. Your parents were more disappointed that you haven’t tried since highschool. They just wanted you to be happy with someone. And they wanted grandkids. 

You had 2 days to figure this out. You could ask one of your friends, but at what price? Your hand thought before you, picking up your phone and dialing a good friend. Anxiety set in as the phone rang, maybe this was a bad ide- 

“Hello?” 

“Tooom!” You casually greeted. A wide, panicked smile stretched across your face. 

“Y/N. Are you drunk somewhere?” You could hear Tom already picking himself up, ready to come get you. What a good friend. What a bad drinking habit you also had. 

“No, no! I- uh... I was just.. seeing how you were today?” It was obvious something was wrong.

The hesitancy in Tom’s voice told you that he knew something was up, “Uh, I’m fine. Why? You sound off.” 

“Can you be my boyfriend?” It slipped out of your mouth quicker than you could catch it. You slapped your hand over your mouth, silently cursing yourself. 

“W-What...?” 

Now, it was time to be out with it, “Sorry, I uh.. I need help.” 

“What’s going on?” 

You sat down, petting the sleeping dog beside you for comfort, “My mom called last week.” 

“Okay?” 

“We have a family get together this weekend, and I have nobody to go with. My sister is going to make fun of me, and my parents are going to be disappointed again. And aunt Alex is going to be disappointed, and grandma is going...” You rambled about it all, trying not to throw yourself into a panic attack. 

Tom interrupted you, “Yeah, sure. What time this weekend?” 

“R-Really?! You’d do that for me?” You could see Tom shaking his head through the phone. 

“Yeah, I guess. I kinda still owe you anyways, for being my date to prom that one year.” 

“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. The coconut was so damn jealous too,” You snorted a giggle.

“Anyways, what time this weekend?” 

“Uhh, It’s at 1, I think. On Saturday.” You set a mental reminder to check up on that. 

“Okay. Do you want me to pick you up, or-” 

You interrupted Tom, “No, no! I can come to you.” 

“Okay. Whatever works. I actually have to go right now, I have to shit.” 

You shook your head, letting out a small breathy laugh, “Okay, whatever. I’ll be over around 11:30 on Saturday.” 

A door clicked shut on the other end of the call, “M’kay, I’ll see you this weekend.” 

The phone beeped, ending the call. 

________________________________________

You knocked on the front door, listening for someone to come open it. When the door clicked open, a familiar face whistled at you, “My, my. What’s the occasion, Y/N?”  

“Family reunion. Where’s Tom?” You walked into the house, searching for your date. 

“I’m upset that you didn’t ask me first.” He shut the door behind you.

“I know how you are, Tord. You’re a perv and I’m not sleeping with you.” You walked upstairs, ignoring the jealous remark Tord made. 

Tom’s door swung open before you could knock, “Hey- woah. Why are you wearing that?” 

“Why are you wearing regular clothes?!” 

“You didn’t say anything about what I had to wear!” 

“Let’s go,” You pushed Tom back into his room, shutting the door, “Do you have anything nice?” 

“Uh.” Tom looked around, finally opening his closet and looking around, “I have a few shirts, but no pants.” 

“That will work, let me see.” You pushed past Tom, looking at his shirts. The white one was perfect, matching your dress. 

“Here, this one makes us match. And your jeans should be fine with it.” 

“Okay,” Tom grabbed the hem of his signature blue hoodie, tossing it over his head and throwing it on the bed, revealing his body. 

Tom always had a nice body. You weren’t afraid to admit it either, but now wasn't the time. You watched as he carelessly slipped the white shirt over his shoulders, bringing it over his torso to start buttoning. 

“Should I curl my hair too?” Tom joked, earning a mocked laugh from you. 

“You’re so funny. Let’s go.” You stepped out of his bedroom, rushing downstairs. 

“Do you two even have proof that you’re together?” Tord sipped a drink, sitting on the sofa with a magazine in hand. 

You thought for a moment. “Shit,” you whispered to yourself. 

“Shut up.” Tom threw a pillow at Tord, knocking his magazine out of his grip. 

“Just saying. They’re going to want proof.” Tord teased more, knowing he was getting to you. 

“No, he’s right. What do we do about that?” You turned to Tom, holding your hands out in panic like it actually does something. 

“Uh.. Pictures?” Tom shrugged.

You stared at him for a moment. Pictures would be valuable proof. The two of you had been friends for years, of course you guys had pictures together, “That works.” 

You rushed Tom out of the door, practically dragging him to your car. 

“So where is this place?” Tom buckled his seat belt, and got comfortable. 

“Next town over. My mom’s house.” You started the car and began to drive. 

The drive wasn’t too long. You arrived at your mother’s house around 12:30, early, but still on time. 

“Y/N! My baby sister!” Your older sister came to hug you. You could hear the mock in her tone. 

“Heyyy, Kate. How are you and Brandon?” You hugged your sister back, smelling the gallons of perfume she dumped on herself. 

“We’re doing fine. We just celebrated our 4th year together. We went to the cinema, and then out for ice cream.” She beamed, finally noticing Tom awkwardly standing behind you. 

“Oh? And who’s this?” 

You latched your arm around Tom’s, “This is Tom.” 

“Hello, Tom. Nice to meet you!” Your sister shook Tom’s hand, sending you a knowing look. 

“Mom will be happy to meet you.” 

“Meet who?” A voice cut through. Everyone turned their heads to your mother, who was drying her hands off with a kitchen towel, “Oh! Are you Y/N’s boyfriend?” 

Tom nodded, “Yes. It’s nice to meet you again.” 

“Oh, I knew you looked familiar. Wasn’t he your prom date, Y/N?” 

You nodded, “Yeah. We’ve been friends for years, and finally decided to get together.”

“Oh, how sweet! Come, young man, come meet the rest of the family!” Your mother ushered you and Tom into the kitchen where there were more adults, more specifically, your family members. 

“Y/N’s here! And she brought her handsome boyfriend, Tom.” You mother announced, having all eyes on you and Tom. 

You took Tom around the kitchen, greeting everyone. A few children came up to you, your younger cousins, giving you a big hug. 

_________

Dinner wasn’t soon after. Everyone sat outside, with a paper plate in hand. You Aunt Alex spoke, with a mouthful of food, “So. How long have you two been together? You sister said you’ve been friends for years, but I’ve never seen or heard of the young man.” 

Here it was. The interrogations. 

“Yeah, we’ve been friends since high school. But we started dating within these past few years.” 

“Years? And he’s just now coming to a reunion?” Your grandmother questioned, putting sweat beads on your forehead. 

“Yeah. I wanted to wait to introduce him to you crazy people.” You joked, earing a laugh from your parents. 

“We’ve never seen him on your social medias either, Y/N. Are you sure you two are really together?” Your aunt teased. 

“Ye-” 

“Yes. We are. Since August three years ago. I just don’t like taking many pictures.” Tom cut through. You felt his hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting aggravated. 

“Prove it.” Your sister butt in, sending you a devilish smile.

You turned to Tom, loudly announcing, “They’re just gonna embarrass me.” 

“Let’s prove them wrong, sweetheart,” Tom lowly spoke. He had a smile planted on his face, hiding how nervous he was. 

He wrapped his arms around you, dipping you before giving you a big kiss. Your family cheered as he kissed you. 

It was all too sudden. It wasn’t expected that he was going to kiss you. You were shocked, but that emotion had to be hidden for the time being. 

“Happy?” You turned to your family, looking at their smiling faces. 

______

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you did that!” The ride home was embarrassing. Tom was laughing the entire time. 

“Sorry, sorry! They were pissing me off.” He said in between laughs. 

“Yeah, but- oh my god!” Okay, maybe it was a little funny. Laughter started to bubble in your stomach until it was leaving your mouth. 

Tom looked over to you, “So, we’re even now?” 

“Yeah,” you giggled, “But I didn’t kiss you at prom.”

“Looks like you owe me, now,” He winked at you. 

[ewmagines]

What if...the main 4 boys holded you,

Maybe like just a couple headcanons for each pretty please :>

mod tom dms me "what the.... ask" and i reply "I LIKE THIS ASK" and immediately hop to writing

edd

-big fan of casual physical touch. sitting on the couch together? he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. backseat in the car together? one of you is gonna fall asleep with your head on the other's shoulder. of course he holds your hand whenever he gets the chance; why wouldn't he?

-he likes sitting behind you with his arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on your shoulder. it's extremely cozy. put your hands on his or play with his hair and he'll just melt

matt

-holds onto you tight. like, literally. you might have to ask him to loosen up before he breaks something

-matt is a very chatty cuddler. he loves nothing more than holding you close and babbling to you about his day. that's not to say he doesn't like hearing you talk too though -- if you pipe up, he'll listen to every word with hearts in his eyes

tom

-if he feels like he needs physical touch, he'll just silently lean against you or plop himself in your lap. he's like a cat i swear to god

-he loves sleepy cuddles. if you share a bed, don't be surprised if he wraps his arms around you and then immediately falls asleep with his forehead nestled in the crook of your neck. asleep tom has a pretty solid grip too, good luck getting up in the middle of the night if you need water or something

-mod tom input: Tom is naturally the beheld. If you close your eyes for one millisecond you will have suddenly swapped places and he will be smiling at you emotionlessly with his teeth fully bared gums showing

tord

-extremely physically clingy and actively denies it. he'll come up from behind and wrap you in a bone-crushing hug that lasts like fifteen seconds and then pretend nothing happened once he lets go.

-when he's not having a complex about it, he goes out of his way to almost always be making some sort of physical contact with you. always sits close enough that your shoulders are brushing. holding hands under the table. keeps an arm wrapped around you or just a hand on the small of your back

-mod tom input: Tord holds onto you with like straight up clenched fists and his nails are super blunt so it hurts like a motherfucker. He has a death grip and pal he wants you dead

[x-junwrites-x]

Reader Gets Turned into a Vamp

Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom and Reader used to be a pair of monster hunters with a specialty in hunting vampires. Of course, as life would be unfair to the two of you, Tom got turned into a vampire many years ago by Tord. Throughout the years, Tom would always keep away from you. A flat-out refusal to get near enough to be enticed by your blood. He can only do so much to protect you this time when Tord as coven leader decides to pay your shop a visit and get rid of Tom's distraction so-to-speak. In the end, reader gets turned into an immortal leech, the kind that Tom promised you would never be.

Tw: mild blood and injury, minor violence, near character death

Tom slammed through the door, the ache in his shoulder barely even registering. He let out a snarl at the offending vampires that turned to lunge at him as soon as he barged in, using his jowls to rip the throat of one young rogue. The other was quickly pacified with a swift slash to his throat along with a kick in the groin. The only goal in mind was to get to the alluring scent of blood upstairs. The shop that you worked in was in ruins, shelves knocked over and broken glass vials crunching underneath his feet as he charged through the hall. He got to the base of the stairs, hearing whimpers of other wounded rogues in the middle of the stairwell. Tom cursed, knowing that Tord’s men were already there. When he caught wind of a small group of vampires rounding on your side of the town you lived in, he knew he had to get to you even through the consequences.

Once he reached the second floor all he had to do was round the corner to find Tord looming over Tom’s prized possession. You were limp in the arms of the coven leader, neck bared by the strong grip that the vampire had on you. His sharpened claws were careful with the fragile flesh of your neck, thumb feeling for your fluttering pulse under the frigid skin of his finger no doubt. Tom felt a growl bubble out from his chest without meaning to, gaining the attention of his superior. His head snapped up in search of the source of incompetence, piercing red gaze finding Tom’s trembling figure. 

“Ah, Thomas. How rather surprising to see you, especially since I am certain that you were stationed elsewhere.” The last bit of the sentence was made into a hiss as his red glare got sharper. “I thought we were clear that you were to go on a coup with Patryk’s division” 

“And I thought,” Tom could feel the anger inside of him start to boil over as he advanced onto the elder’s space, “we were clear that they were to be kept unharmed.” Tord’s grip on your neck tightened, Tom noticed how your brow furrowed as a low whine found its way from your throat. 

“Ah, yes, well. They seem to be your weakness and I can’t be having any weak links in my coven. You are of great use to me, Thomas. You will serve to bring me the position of reigning elder in the community, therefore I have to get rid of any distractions.” He sniffs, body moving to turn back to the mortal in his hold. Tom saw the way Tord’s fangs elongated, flashing red eyes narrowing as he was about to bite your jugular. A growl bursted out of his chest as he barreled towards his sire. The other man seemed to expect this already, side stepping carefully over the floorboards to be a few feet away. 

“Come now, Thomas. I do not recommend fighting me right now when the blood moon is out no less.” 

“I would be able to contend with you then, Tord.” Tom glowered at the other. Tord’s smug face faltered, brows furrowing into a stern glare.

“The gall you have to claim you’re as strong as your sire is laughable. You insult me. Now, shut up, and stop being a pest.” The elder seethed with a flick of his wrist towards Tom’s form. The other vampire felt a sudden pressure on his neck, shouting as he was flung back into the far wall. The portraits that were hanging fell to the floor just as he slid to the floorboards after them with a groan. He rubbed the back of his head, vision blurry as he tried to focus on the form of the tall vampire again before he was flung back to the other wall. He heard Tord huff out a small chuckle at the sight, the noise only fueling Tom’s anger. 

He took to his feet, the hair on the back of his neck raising as he sidestepped another one of Tord’s force attacks. As an Ancient, he was able to do weird magic like that. It frustrated Tom to no end sometimes. With little fanfare, Tom took the wall closest to him to push himself at Tord. Just as he was about an arm’s length away, he tilted on his heels, dodging Tord’s nasty swipe. He could feel the air move above his head where Tord’s claws ripped through the air. He didn’t hesitate to clamp down on his coven leader’s exposed shoulder with his own elongated fangs as the other man recoiled back for another attack. The vampire snarled, gasping as Tom flung his head back, nearly pulling Tord’s shoulder with him had it not been for Tord clawing at his face. Tom let go, using his leader’s brief stupor to move back, grunting as he dodged another attack before dashing to your side. He heaved you up in a bridal carry, ignoring the angered shouts of the other as he rushed to leap out the window. 

He didn’t turn back to look at the shop again as he continued to run through the forest at the edge of the town, ignoring the screams and cries he heard from the rest of the burning buildings. Although he was a vampire and didn’t need to breathe, it felt as though the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body was making his chest pinch tightly. Might’ve been the anxiety that suddenly crept up on him. He didn’t stop running until he got to a clearing. The big blood moon was the only thing that was illuminating the scene, its orange glow basking everything in an eerie light. 

He let out a breath, shifting you in his hold so that he could gaze at your face as he placed you down on the patch of grass. Tiny little yellow flowers had sprouted over the spring mornings, their delicate petals sagging underneath the body that lay atop them. He muttered a curse as he brushed some stray hairs from your face, his attention being snatched by the moving form of his lover as your eyelids fluttered open.

“Tom…?” You groaned out, sitting up among the ticklish grass. The movement elicited a sharp gasp as you felt a sharp pain erupt in your abdomen. Tom moved closer to you, holding your hand to his chest as he shushed you gently.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, a little bewildered. He hadn’t smelled any blood from you throughout the time that he was at the shop. Your parted lips formed a grimace as you moved a hand to press against your lower stomach, fingers coming back drenched in crimson.

“What?” You faltered, feeling your hands start to shake from the realization. The pain seemed to increase tenfold once you knew that you were bleeding. It felt like being torn apart from the inside. Tom stared at your drenched hand in strange horror as the scent of your blood elicited a burning desire to clamp his fangs over your pulse point, wherever he could get a taste of that delicious blood.

“I wasn’t hurt before, wh-what’s going on?” You whined as more pain shot up your spine, causing you to clamp your jaw tight. Tom shook his head to clear the unnerving thoughts. Now was not the time. He hovered over your form, gently coaxing you to lean further back so he could get under the clothes that covered your middle. He winced at the sight of the blood that seemed to just seep from your skin, unable to find a cut or laceration that would cause it. 

“It hurts so much.” Your eyes clamped shut as you held onto his buttoned shirt, your fist curling tighter around the fabric. His hand went to cover yours. Thinking about it more, it dawned on Tom that it could be Tord’s magic. He could feel the fire inside of him strike up again as he realized it was the coven leader’s doing. Through all that he’s done for the man, is this any way to repay him. Tom’s free hand reached to cup one of your flushed cheeks as tears collected on your bottom lashes.

“I think this is Tord’s magic.” His murmured words rang clear in your head as your eyes widened in realization. It made sense that it was ancient magic, it felt like you were burning.

“Tom,” you panted, blearily feeling Tom’s hold on your hand tighten over his chest, “I think i’m gonna die.” The grass below you was wet with blood, a sick feeling beginning to claw in your chest at the sight. If your head were any clearer, you would be moving away from the poor flowers. Tom sat stockstill, the crease in his brow pinching tighter before he was swallowing. Your eyes fluttered, feeling fainter as the moments passed. You looked over at your immortal lover, finding beads of sweat on his brow. Your lips parted to ask what he was thinking about, words escaping you as thoughts of your impending death hit you. If you knew you were going to die today, you would've given the cat that was always at the shop’s windows a feast.

“Hey…” You began softly, his grip on your hand tightening as his head shot up from where it had dropped against his chest. His expression looked troubled as he looked at you. It didn’t settle your nerves at the moment. He held a finger to his lips, head tiilting from side to side as if listening. Tom’s head swiveled to look around the clearing. You tried following his gaze but the sharp pain returned, eliciting a gasp from you. 

“They’re coming.” Tom’s tone sent a shiver down your spine as he pressed against your prone form, one arm cradled you to his chest while the other began to reach down to press against your wound..

“I don’t want to go, Tom.” You whispered, feeling his head shift to look at you as black spots began dancing in your blurry vision.

“Hey, stay with me.” His tone finally showed worry as he tilted your head towards his face. You could feel your eyes start to close, beginning to get comfortable in his hold. Even though your immortal lover was a vampire, he was still warmer than the cold of your bed you had to face every night. He started saying a few more words, panic seeping into his pleading but you couldn’t really understand it.

 He could save you, but it would put too much of a risk on both of you if either person died without the other.

“My love,” He tried, palm finding your chest. His own slow heartbeat thudded away in his chest as he felt the way yours was beginning to grow faint. Fingers skimmed over your warm skin, fingertips feeling the slow vibrations of the only thing that kept him going. “Love, look at me, come on.” Tom swallowed back the lump in his throat as your head tilted towards him just a little. 

“I can save you, you just have to trust me.” He could almost feel your hand tighten over his own weakly. He gave a slight chuckle at the warmth he suddenly felt. The noises of the coven were getting louder, no doubt sourcing the smell of blood in the air as they hunted for the two of you like hound dogs. The beasts that they were. That he was.

Tom took a breath as he caressed your face with his icy hands, moving some loose strands of hair aside before caressing your neck with his thumb. Your heartbeat was a dull thing now underneath warm skin. He closed his eyes as his fangs elongated, the hunger that had been simmering under his skin this whole time finally resurfacing again. It was harder to control this time. Focus, his mind hissed, he had to remember that this was a transforming bite. He had to put intention behind the force of his jaw, not only to feed but to have you drink his blood as well. 

He moved back enough to look at your closed eyes. Just like this, he could pretend that it was one of those slow mornings the two of you shared so long ago, when he was able to hold you closely without having to worry about rules or his own bloodthirst to satiate. Never with you. It was never supposed to be you. You were supposed to be kept out of this life as the monster that he was, but you were stubborn. 

This was the last time he was going to see you as a human. He brought his mouth to the crook of your neck. His hunger was a roaring thing now, willing him to bite into delicate flesh and drink from the source that he’s been wanting to claim ever since he turned. His lips sealed over your neck to lay an open mouth kiss to the skin before letting his fangs plunge over where your pulse was the strongest. Tom felt you jerk in his arms as a surprisingly lucid yelp escaped your lips, the action causing him to almost falter before the taste of copper saccharin blood coated his tastebuds.

In an instant, he felt the monster inside him snap as power surged through him like a lighting strike. A feeling of near orgasmic euphoria washed over him, a deep seated groan slipping from his mouth, eyes fluttering closed. His hands trembled as he clutched onto your form tightly, gulping copious amounts of blood as he tried quenching the immense hunger that burst from the pit of his very being before snapping out of it. He shuddered at the sight of all the blood smattered over the collar of your shirt, raising his shaky wrist to a bloodied fang. He sliced his own pale skin, bringing his bleeding wrist down to your parted lips. Tom watched intently as you took small gulps, the furrow in your brow never leaving as your face began losing some of its glow. He knew it would take a little before the transformation was complete so he took the chance to lick around the puncture wound on your neck once more, saliva closing the bite marks until they were small indentations. A rush of endorphins suddenly surged through his body, making him gasp at the flurry of emotions he was bombarded with that surely weren’t his own. He looked down at you, watching as it almost seemed like you were sleeping. Even so, he was still experiencing this rush of emotion. If he focused hard enough, he could sift through them, finding tendrils attached to you in some way. Somehow he knew. Is this what being a sire was like? Just as quickly as they came, it seemed like they were dispersed somewhere in his mind. It felt like they had been tucked away carefully in the back of his head somewhere, leaving him a little dizzy.

He was probably dazed over the thought that he had finally put a claiming bite on the one person he promised he would never put one on. He thumbed the wound gently, a lick of strange arousal finding its way from the pit in his stomach at the thought that you bore his mark now. He grunted at the intruding thought. A snap of a twig made him snap out of it completely, putting him on edge. Just across from the clearing, he could see the flashing red eyes of a very angry coven leader. Tom made sure to step in front of your prone form as he took to his feet, meeting Tord’s fiery gaze head-on.

“Thomas,” a seething growl found its way in the tense air of the cold night. Tom shifted, shoes crunching in the loose dirt that had been kicked up by his scrambling earlier. The action caused Tord to pause his advancement, eyes boring into your limp figure on the grassy plane just at Tom’s feet. “What have you done?”

“I saved them.” Tom panted, feeling his fangs elongate again as Tord tried getting near. 

“You sired them?! You seething imbecile. You dare sire someone under my leadership. There are rules, Thomas.” Tord hissed, flicking his wrist so that the rest of the coven came out from the clearing’s edge, previously covered by the shadows the trees provided. Tom took a step back at the sight of them all. Their eyes were glowing red as they closed in. 

“Take the fledgling away before they turn feral.” Tord grunted, flicking a wrist towards Tom while he was distracted by Paul and another vampire who came closer to you. “And you, you will be punished for this, Thomas.” He sighed as Tom squirmed in his invisible grasp. His feet didn’t touch the ground as Tord teleported the whole coven back to the dwellings of the grand castle all the villages around feared.

“No! Don’t take them away from me!” Tom growled, jaws snapping at a vampire that was passing by with you in tow. Your face was still slack, still unconscious from the vast changes your body was facing. Immortality sure was a heavy thing to bare. Tord tutted at the display. 

“Oh, Thomas. How pathetic you are. Here’s hoping that they won’t cause much trouble in the dungeons. It would be a shame if I had to cast them into the sun so prematurely.” He gave a smirk as Tom froze, mouth snapping shut as he watched you be taken down the winding halls. Tord laughed sinisterly at the look of sorrow that crossed Tom’s face for a second before an icy mask took its place. “Now, let us discuss the terms of your punishment, yes?” He says as he turns towards the opposite side of the castle with a struggling Tom in his hold.

The end.

[yandere-eddsworld-dating-sim]

Imma just guess you put your decisions here?

If not, Srz for the Inconvenience ;-;

-Buy the Game

When you bought the game, you assumed it’d contain, ya know, a CD. Like any normal game you buy inside a store. You suppose this game was heavily discounted for a reason. But still, the very least the developers could have just stuck to an online release of their game if all the physical copy had in it was a paper giving a download link to the game. 

Darn, you were honestly looking forward to playing this game on your console.  Oh well. 

You open your laptop and type the link into your search engine. Immediately you’re greeted with a sketchy as all hell web page. The color scheme matched the package and the font was odd. In some places it was huge blocks of text. In others, it was warped and small.

Surely the game store wouldn’t have sold you something that would genuinely give you a virus? 

That was all you could hope for as you downloaded the game. The download bar popped up and your eyes widened. No way was this game incredibly big. Discount or not, no game with this much content would be so cheap. 

Aw hell this might be a virus. 

You close your eyes and put your head in your hands. At least you’ve been saving up for a new laptop if this does turn out to be a mega virus and destroys your computer. 

Not knowing what else to do, you grab your headphones and watch youtube until the files are down downloading. An hour in, you fall asleep. 

* * * * * * *

When you wake, the game is open. Bubbly music plays through your headphones and you rub your eyes. 

The title screen has four men on it, watching with smiles on their faces. They wore green, purple, blue, and red hoodies respectively. That explains the color scheme, you guess. Three options are all you have, and once you’ve adjusted the settings, you start the game. 

Unfortunately, the game does not let you name yourself or choose your pronouns. You’re greeted by the man in the green hoodie, his dialogue starting immediately. The box pops up at the bottom of your screen and you read along.  

“[Player] There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Edd says as he grabs your hand. “We’ve all been so worried. Come on, let’s get back home.” 

ღ  Go along and allow Edd to take you home 

ღ  Pull your hand away

Interesting. You didn’t think the game would pull you in like this right away. You stare at your screen and think of which option you want to pick.

[miffysstash]

eddsworld | tom/reader SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tom is moderately affectionate, he’ll hold your hand in public and will hold you behind closed doors. He doesn’t like PDA in general because he thinks it should only be seen between the both of you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Tom would like a best friend who’s chill, someone who he can be himself around whether it be a day he’s just not in the mood for anything or he’s just as enthusiastic as the others. The friendship would start with Tom meeting you through the internet on a music blog, eventually talking almost every day to the point you flew to see him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Tom likes cuddles! He’s more laid-back when it comes to them, for example, he’ll just sit next to you and have you rest your head on his shoulder and just expect you not to question it. Tom almost always has you in his arms, but once in a while on a bad day, if you really ask him, you’ll be able to hold him in return.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Tom actually doesn’t mind at all the idea of settling down with you, before he met you the idea of getting married and living a domestic life didn’t appeal to him whatsoever. His cooking is alright, nothing special (he can make full meals though) but he might need some help to be on top of cleaning.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would send a text saying ‘It’s over.’ with no other context, and block your number. Expect him to be at the bar more often afterwards as well as drunken phone calls.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Tom’s already committed enough to have asked you to marry him, but he’s in no rush to get married. Not in an ‘oh in case I don’t want this’ kind of way but in an ‘I wanna savor every moment of our marriage journey’ kind of way.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Tom is surprisingly very gentle. He almost always takes your emotions into consideration and never forces you to do anything you don’t want to. If you don’t want to go on a roller coaster with the rest of the group? That’s cool, he’ll wait with you the entire time and get you a candy floss in the meantime. Are you feeling upset that day because of something that happened at work? That’s lame, he’ll verbally assault your boss with you as you lay your head in his lap. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Tom’s ok with hugs, he’ll absolutely take them if you offer one but he rarely hugs you by his own accord. He prefers relaxed cuddles, one of his arms wrapping around you while he reads a book in the other. If he does hug you? His hugs are very long, you know something is the matter whenever he hugs you as he only does the warm act when he’s upset or glad to see you. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He actually said ‘I love you’ before you had even started dating, in a drunken haze, you both decided to go to the local park late at night after a bar trip. Laughing and joking about your lives, passing each other a bottle as you sat on an open field when all of a sudden Tom blurts out ‘I love you.’ Of course, he told you he was just drunk and said something stupid if you brought it up. Into your relationship, however? He drops the L-bomb once in a while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don’t see Tom getting jealous very often, of course, he has his moments when he sees others staring at you for an inappropriate amount of time but all he does is glare at the person and they’ll be on their way. If they don’t stop staring, he’ll excuse himself from you and approach them himself, telling them off. He also can’t help but be jealous whenever Tord interacts with you, especially if he decides to flirt with you. Tom will pull you away from him and pull you into his room where he can cool down with you in his arms. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are long but sweet, almost like he never wants to separate from you. His favorite places to kiss you are your lips and your neck, pressing loving trails along the sensitive skin, making you shudder which in turn makes him want to kiss you more. He likes to be kissed on the lips, you standing on your toes just to kiss him (even though he’s the shortest of his friends), he can’t help but chuckle at your prolonged effort. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Out of the four, he’s the best with children. He doesn’t get bothered by the screaming and crying whenever you two go out in public so he automatically wins. He can also go along with whatever they say, supporting them in the “adventures” that they tell him about. “Oh yeah, you saw a fairy? Cool kid, let’s go find it.” He doesn’t really care if you both have kids or not, if you want some? Cool. If you don’t? Cool. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Tom is NOT a morning person, so mornings are usually spent in his or your bed. His arms lazily wrapped around you as he softly mumbles in his sleep. You can never tell what he’s saying but the soft ineligible words are soothing and you now can’t fall asleep without them. When he finally wakes up, your morning is kind of like a married couple’s morning where you both get ready together while talking about whatever drifts into your minds. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are much different than mornings as Tom contradicts his mornings by being a night owl. They’re super chill as you both can talk for hours as Tom practices a few chords on Susan or you both watch TV while cuddling on the couch. Tom could talk to you for hours, about what? He doesn’t care, especially when you ramble because he can look at you passionately as you talk about something you enjoy/are interested in. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Tom doesn’t reveal anything right away, it takes him time to start being open with you and even then it’s very limited during your friendship. He’s very slow with being open but eventually, he’ll start revealing things deep into your romantic relationship, stuff like what happened with his parents and the alcohol intake.  

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Besides with Tord, he’s an incredibly patient person. He’s so used to his friends being crazy and idiots that nothing really bothers him anymore. He rarely gets angry around or with you, except when someone is actively bothering you where he gets more frustrated and annoyed than anything. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers the basic stuff about you like your likes and dislikes, but especially your taste in music. He even makes playlists for you based on your favorites and will listen to them on his own time. BEWARE IF YOU GIVE THIS MAN YOUR SPOTIFY! He saves all your saved playlists to his own and will tease you with them as he plays them outloud in his room. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship was definitely the first time the both of you kissed, he had taken you to an underground concert where one of your favorite indie bands was playing and you two spent the entire night hand in hand while they played up on stage. Eventually, the show ended and you two sat on a bench outside the building and eventually kissed, your arms wrapped around each other as the night air filled with the chirp of crickets and faint sounds of cars rolling by. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tom can be protective when someone is making you uncomfortable, but all he does is pull you away from the situation or tell them off himself in a private setting so you won’t be embarrassed. He’s also protective sometimes around Tord, but will lay off if he leaves the both of you alone. He would think it’s not necessary to protect him as he wouldn’t ever look at somebody else but he can’t help but smile and chuckle if you protect him. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in average effort, of course, he makes sure to take you out to do things you like and gets you small things here and there that remind him of you (your apartment is full of little trinkets he’s bought you here and there). On anniversaries, he begrudgingly gets help from the others to make sure he gets everything right. With everyday tasks, he tries to at least help you as much as he can.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Tom’s sometimes too sarcastic for his own good. He has his moments where he can be just as ridiculous as the other three but he’s often off to the side, making sarcastic witty remarks, and sometimes goes too far with you. He doesn’t realize he’s insulting you until he hears from his friends how upset you are in the other room. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not too concerned, he knows what he likes with his checkered shit. He also uses stuff like hair gel and cologne from time to time but mainly cleans up on dates, although he always has a bit of stubble on his chin. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, he loves you, of course, but Tom doesn’t feel incomplete without you. He doesn’t view it as healthy to rely on you to complete him. When you're married, however, he couldn't imagine life without you. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

A while into your relationship, he’ll let you touch Susan and practice a few chords on her. That’s his sign of total trust and commitment to you. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Tom would not like someone who is downright mean and hateful, especially to his friends. He may not act like it, but Tom truly has a big heart. His friends mean the world to him and to see someone who doesn’t respect him throws him off immediately. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Like I said, Tom is a night owl. He stays up mostly all night whether it be practicing on Susan, watching TV and drinking, or just talking with either his friends or you. When it comes time to sleep, he wraps his arms around you and lays your head on his chest. Sure, he doesn’t need you to fall asleep but you being there makes it a hell-of-a lot easier.

[moonsapprentice]

helllooooo !! you obviously don’t have to do this if you don’t want to do no pressure but i have autism + adhd and i was wondering if you could write headcanons for each of the boys x a reader with autism / adhd ( you dont have to do both you can just pick one if you want ^^; )

this was my first time requesting something so it was a little hard AHHH but if you do this tysm !! :) also thank you for trying to revive the tags bc this is a very big hyperfixation for me and it sucks to never see writing for it lol

Yess!! Omg ahhh this is my first ever request! I’d be happy to do it :)

⋆ ✶ ✷ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔰/𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔪/𝔞𝔡𝔥𝔡 ✷ ✶ ⋆

𝔈𝔡𝔡

✩ honestly he’s probably neurodivergent in some way himself

✩ definitely really understanding

✩ finds it adorable when you fidget, but also hates it when he’s drawing you and you keep moving 😭

“No, no, wait move back the way you were”

✩ SPEAKING of drawing, if you’re hyperfixating on something he’ll draw it for you

✩ he just wants to see you happy. 😞💚

✩ if you get overstimulated he’s probably the best out of the 4 to go to

✩ if it’s loud noises, he’ll help block it out by covering your ears, if it’s because a place is crowded he’ll keep you close to himself, etc

✩ helps you re-focus by nudging you lightly or saying your name quietly

✩ if you have a hyperfixation he 100% binges it so he knows everything about it

✩ lets you rant about anything with him

✩ if he’s out at the store and finds something relating to your fixation, he’ll show it to you all exited

✩ if you’re hyperactive, he tries to match your energy and be hyper with you

✩ however, if you need a moment of quiet to just recoup, he’ll be silent and wait until you’re ready

✩ if you’re having a panic attack or overstimulated he rubs your head and whispers comforting things. He’ll take you somewhere private until you’re okay

✩ if you like them, he’ll get you fidget toys

✩ if you stim by bouncing up and down or making repetitive noises he finds it the CUTEST THING EVER

✩ tries really hard not to baby you though

✩ if you go non-verbal, he’ll get those lil card things and try to figure out what you need

✩ for the most part, perfect

✩ but he’d probably get stressed out when you’re upset and he can’t figure out why

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱

✩ to be honest he wouldn’t really know what it is 😭

“…adhd..? What does that stand for? A dang hot dude? That’s me!”

✩ once you explain he still doesn’t really understand but he tries his best

✩ always asks you if you need anything

✩ if you go nonverbal he kinda panics, he frantically googles until he finds out what’s happening to you

✩ he kinda just hugs you until you’re okay

✩ same thing goes for panic attacks and stuff

✩ he’s perfect to be around if you’re hyper, because no matter what he’ll get hyper and match your energy too

✩ doesn’t really know what stimming is but he copies your movement/noises

✩ probably has his own collection of fidgets that he lets you borrow

✩ if you randomly start focusing on something unrelated to whatever you’re doing, he’d probably join in 😭

✩ my man is NOT neurotypical ‼️

✩ probably relates to you in a lot of ways if you have ADHD

✩ will definitely indulge in your hyperfixations

✩ super silly

𝔗𝔬𝔪

✩ theme park dad energy

“Don’t touch that. Or that. Y/n!”

✩ because of his temper he’d probably get frustrated easily

✩ but he’d try to hold it back because he cares about you

✩ he’s perfect if you just need some quiet time

✩ as I’ve said before, a great listener

✩ if you wanna rant about your hyperfixations, or you just wanna be silent, he’ll listen either way

✩ really good at reading you when you’re non-verbal

✩ if you keep getting off track, he nudges you until you listen

✩ lets out quiet chuckles when you stim

✩ not in a mean way, he can just find it amusing and cute

✩ if you’re bouncing your knee or something he’ll lay his hand on it and rub it

✩ I don’t really think he’s neurodivergent so it’s hard for him to relate to you

✩ but he’d do a ton of research so he’s prepared for any situation

✩ would never admit that though

✩ loves seeing your eyes light up when you see something relating to your hyperfixations

✩ If you’re overstimulated he holds you, letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck while he either covers your ears or strokes your back

✩ would not baby you

✩ he’d be comforting, but if something happens he’ll give you the truth on what he thinks you should do

✩ he’d be soft with his wording, but my guy does not sugarcoat

✩ likes to see you fidget with stuff, he finds it cute

𝔗𝔬𝔯𝔡

✩ might get confused at some of your habits

✩ after doing a little research he’d be super understanding though

✩ loves it when you fidget with his fingers or his hoodie strings

✩ finds your stimming adorable

✩ like, he can’t help the grin that crawls on his face when you bounce up and down or make repetitive noises

✩ the first time you stimmed infront of him he literally scooped you up and spun you around

✩ gets super protective if you’re overstimulated

✩ he does literally anything he can for you to feel okay

✩ murmurs sweet things into your ear if you’re panicking

✩ if you go nonverbal he internally panics, but he’s calm on the outside

✩ despite his slight panic, he can read you really well

✩ might accidentally baby you, but if it bothers you he tones it down

✩ loves talking to you about your hyperfixations

✩ just generally finds it adorable how you act

✩ likes to sit you on his lap and play with your hair, letting you rant about whatever the hell you want

✩ snickers when you loose focus on whatever you’re doing

“Love, c’mon. We can look at that later…”

✩ very sweet and understanding

TYSM for the request!!! I’m so sorry that it slowly gets worse my tumblr is lagging so bad it’s hell to write 😭 other than that this was super fun to write!!

- xoxo, Artemis

[pineappleciders]

EDDSWORLD BOYS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

betcha wasn't expecting eddsworld content huh 🔥

note: these are based off of the purely fictional characters. not related to the real people, please keep that in mind!

EDD

cracks a lot of jokes because he likes seeing you laugh

listens intently to when you rant or talk about anything, esp your interests

he doodles you a lot and slides little drawings of you two together under your door

likes physical affection, but respects it if you don't

bro is the type of guy to bend down and kiss your hand

if you're ever feeling down or scared, he'll sit with you where you're comfortable and listen to you talk about what's wrong

the two of you like to make breakfast together for the rest of the gang when you two wake up early

gentleman at first, then goofs off much more later in the relationship

TOM

he broke up w susan for u

speaking of susan, he plays little tunes that remind him of you often

lets you hug tommee bear

cuts down on alcohol so he doesn't ruin anything between you two

thinks you're really interesting, and always wants to know more about you

you two play video games together when you both can't sleep

during christmas, he bites back any negative comments for your sake

you guys like to show each other your music taste, and just head bang if you both like rock

isn't as affectionate as edd, and has a harder time expressing emotions

but he'll try his best for you

MATT

it's kind of shocking that he loves someone (almost) as much as he loves himself

he compliments you a lot, and the two of you like to do things like paint nails, go shopping

he is very protective though, and if you ever get hit on he'll be on their ass and shooing them away (not after cussing them out)

actually feels insecure sometimes, like he isn't good enough for you

you make him meals a lot,, he's banned from the kitchen

forces you out of bad habits and whines if you refuse

wants to spend every waking moment with u

you introduce him to music and you two often lay in bed and just listen to a song whilst sharing earbuds

clings to you

steals your clothes without asking and goes 'teehee' when you ask about it

TORD

he's a pretty quiet guy, so a lot of the time things are silent between you two

but you like it that way, and so does he

he'll do subtle things to show his affection, like making you breakfast or buying you something you need

cares about your health , mental and physical

like tom, you two will often stay up gaming and goofing off

doesn't really know how to respond to physical affection, so he awkwardly wraps his arm around you on the couch if you lean into him

appreciates u a lot but doesn't really say anything other than "i love you"

shows you his silly little inventions and gets giddy but tries to hide it when you ask questions or seem interested

you guys share clothes a lot

[tokio-motel]

EHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE(i will be sending a gustav version of this soon cause it is also almost his birthday)

lemme get theeeee the third leg whopper(separate headcannons (OR just a full fic do you bae) of bill and tom) getting birthday sex from male reader cuz like😍😍😍 reader doing pretty much everything tom loves that reader does(if u wana talk abt the kinks in dms we can cuz i aint typin alat rn)

and for billl reader doing EVERYTHING(almost cuz bro is 100% subtop) bill likes in bed cause yk he would have some mf favorite things to do in bed cuz like😪✌🏾

OH i also do not care if younger or older bill and tom like u choose

2009 KAULITZ TWINS: BIRTHDAY SEX (seperate)

hi babe 😇 erm im doing headcannons cus i just did a full fic and I don't got that kinda motivation rn....uh we are doing 2009 cuz that's like my second fav era 😻

(Contains some smut themes so if you don't like that don't read!)

BILL:

・bro is a subtop.. do i even gotta explain?

・Like he understands he's bigger than you, in both ways, but dear god being submissive for you is so exhilarating.

・You better be nice to him on his special day, bae.

・Hearing your words of praise send waves of pleasure through him.

"So good, so perfect oh my god...."

・Sir kink 😻😻

・Just whimpering out a soft 'please sir' if you choose to edge him or something

・Making him stop his movements until he begs to continue? yes pls

・Hair pulling....

・Just tugging on the dreads, eliciting small whines and whimpers as he continues his pace.

・He really likes when you moan out for him, he loves pleasuring you and making you happy oh my GOD

・He can't help but kiss and bite your sensitive skin, leaving small hickies and purple bruises all over your neck and (sometimes) chest.

・Gripping onto your waist, leaning his head into your neck once he can't make out sounds, too focused on how good you feel around him.

・A bit of overstimulation never hurt anyone, right?

・Maybe riding him for another round after he's came, listening to his squeals and whines of pleasure as his eyes roll back.

TOM:

・horny ass mf..

・he's acting more superior than usual since it's his birthday

・He's a bit of a sadist.

・Spanking your ass or slapping your thighs listening to your moans of pleasure mixed with pain

・Slight dacryphillia

・Watching those tears fall from your eyes as he fucks you, dear lord...

・He likes when your hands go up to his cornrows, tugging at them gently.

・shh dont tell anyone he's a brat tamer 😴😴🤞

・I've said this before and ill say it AGAIN: SIR KINK

・Just hearing you barley manage a 'yes sir...!' as he pounds into you, sinking his nail into your waist..

・Watching you grip the sheets as you babble, moaning incoherent words is enough to make him cum.

・Leaving hickies on your neck as he continues his movements, listening to your little gasps and whines.

・His moans and groans as he tells you how good you are!!!!😻

"Oh fuck...god your so perfect. taking me so well M/N, so well.."

・He likes to wrap his hands around your neck or waist, aroused at how huge they are on your body.

[eyeritestuff]

Eddsworld x Reader Drabbles

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Characters: Tom

Warnings: None! Might get suggestive though…

Author’s note: This’ll be split into parts :3 How many ? Idk !! I’ll edit this post to add the links if i ever get to it.

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First impressions

> Tom is of particular interest to anyone he encounters. He stands out, and not just because of his literal voids-for-eyes, but because of that damn attitude.

> In 2024, it’s addressed as the sassy man apocalypse, but universally, Tom is dubbed an asshole… amongst a bunch of other very colorful colloquialisms.

> When Tom chooses to speak to anyone, it’s not the accent that swings first, it’s the quickness of his “don’t care” response that uppercuts, and he relishes in watching people struggle to find the words to respond.

> For whatever fantastical and universal reason, when he came across you, things were different… and no, he didn’t change overnight because he saw you and it was “love at first sight”. More so, your ability to rebuttal his stupidity stood out.. and he wanted to know what made you.. you.

> Admittedly, when you met Tom, you were hooked. Something about having a taste for men with a less than stellar track record.. and that’s putting it lightly.

> The light and unintentional tan, the eyes, the dirty blonde hair, the piercings, the way the moles on his face were placed in an aesthetically pleasing way… need you go on?

> You pondered if he had any muscle to match the verbal punches he gave those around him.

> He definitely smells like alcohol.. but you’re also picking up the scent of ‘male manipulator’ cologne.. it’s soft but it’s there.

> Totally random, but are those fuzzy dice hanging off the side of his jeans? Amazing. Goes well with the mini harpoon gun keychain next to it.

> “..and this is Tom! Tom, say hi to y/n!” The taller boy in green motioned to the freak in blue, and you beamed as you waved at him. He came prepared, however, with an umbrella that naturally blocked your rays. In other words, he had a resting bitch face.

> Cliche, but you knew that if push came to shove, he cared about hurting others— he has emotions. You just didn’t know how much it would take for him to show them.

> You had all the time in the world… well! Technically, as much time as your landlord wanted to give you when renewing the lease. You and the three taller boys in front of you lived in the same complex. You needed a place to stay while studying away at uni.. and this place was perfect. The fact new friends came with it was a plus you didn’t really see coming.

>“Twiddling with your hair isn’t gonna make it grow any longer.” a gruff voice said. You looked up to match the voice with Tom. His voice sounds like he just woke up from a bad hangover, and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the exact scenario. Considering, well…

> “And drinking more won’t make the problems any better,” you retorted and gestured towards him and his flask , “exhibit A.” The blue boy was taken a back, clearly by the way his facial expression illustrated confusion.

> “Some people do it for the fun of it.”

> “Some people should really pick up a book if they consider taking a swigs’ a hobby..”

> “Oh really?”

> “Make the book high school biology, yes.” what a nerdy response , you say you yourself.

> The two of you stared each other down. Honestly though, what was there to stare into? Trying to find his soul was like walking in the dark, really. Your peripheral vision caught the redhead and the green hoodie boy fidgeting in place, so you knew to stop here.

> To your surprise, Tom’s face then broke character with a smile.

> Oh.. his smile.

> Toothy, sly, and alluring. Your face was heating up. The way his lips curled.. it was something you wanted to see more often. It’s decided then.

> “You’re different, y/n, I’ll give you that.” You then snapped back into reality after feeling his hand land on your shoulder a little rough like.. especially since the spiked bracelet he wore on that hand jabbed a little into your skin.

> Make no mistake, you were attracted to him surface level. However, you wanted to know more. Little did you know he shared the same sentiment.

How did you find out

> Tom sucks at compliments. No, really! Especially when he’s crushing on someone.

> He doesn’t want anyone to find out. Which is code for he doesn’t wanna seem vulnerable to anyone. His rationale is if he were to compliment someone, that person and the others around them will get to thinking.

> You, however, are blissfully unaware.

> Tom sucks at hiding his feelings. Shit, he sucks at hiding anything in general. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, and then expresses them in a pretty fucked up way. So, no, your ignorance isn’t because he’s good at bottling things in. It’s because you’re genuinely empty in the noggin.

> Everyone around you knows. Tom knows everyone knows. It’s just better if he gaslights himself into thinking otherwise, it helps him sleep at night.

> Your presence amongst the group is almost a daily occurrence. Edd tries to throw hints, but they’re drowned out but Tom’s sudden outbursts.

> Sudden outbursts could range from burping, shouting vulgarities, injuring himself ‘by accident’ and then channeling his inner sailor some more, or punches to the arm of the messenger. You take your guess, he’s probably done the latter.

> Back to the compliments. There was a particular time where Matt and you decided to have a silly little shopping trip. His invite! You guys went around 10 in the morning, only to come back to Matt’s apartment around 8 in the night. To your surprise, you see Edd and Tom already comfortable on the couch. Tom was in a tight band t-shirt and some sweats, while Edd wore a silly creeper onesie.

> “How was the adventure you two?” Edd hums and smiles. You struggled with your bags and gently placed them down to the side. You had quite a few and your arms felt a wave of relief once you set them down. “I had so much fun! Matt was super helpful in my wardrobe cleanse mission.”

> Matt frowned slightly as he set his bags down and his hands magnetized to his hips, “ What’dya mean cleanse? We didn’t buy cleaning supplies!” You giggled at his empty headed moment and changed the subject.

> “Want a fashion show?” You smiled once you noticed Edd’s visible excitement at the prospect. You also couldn’t help but notice Tom shifting in his seat at the mention. You took a glance in that direction and decided to be a little direct.

> “How about you, Tom?” He cringed at your question. Again, not because of your doing.. necessarily… but because he was nervous. His head was being imaginative, put it like that.

> “…Whatever..” He mumbled, and you shrugged it off. Fashion show time!

> You and Matt were having fun doing silly poses and pretending to vouge. Edd was super encouraging, loved every outfit, and even clapping to the music that was playing. Tom, however, was sunken in the sofa with his arms crossed just glaring at the floor.

> Tom isn’t and wasn’t going to praise you. Again, he had a weird stigma about compliments.

> However, those lowrise bell bottom jeans with that studded belt and that fitted sleeved shirt in what he knows is your favorite color. He couldn’t help but stare at your waist and what little view of your chest your shirt had to offer.

> You noticed how Tom rose in his seat, and felt your face break into a sly smile at the realization that he was interested. His face screamed that sentiment. Everyone noticed it too, and it quickly got silent.

> You try to poke. “What’s with the face, nerd.”

> He deflected next. “You look stupid.”

> “Do I really?”

> “Not gonna repeat myself twice.”

> “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’ve piqued your interest.”

> “You fucking wish. I’d never be into someone like you. Honestly, you’re such an air—”

> “Hey Tom, your face is really red… are you okay?”

> “Yeah.. Tom… you look like you’re suffocating! I’ve never seen you so-”

> Tom threw up his hands in surrender and shouted “I’m out!” With that, he stood up and walked out. There was a brief moment of silence before there was a slam of the door. You looked back at your friends and sighed, “Sorry guys.. maybe I took it too far..”

> “Seriously..?” Matt facepalmed.

> “What..! I Already said s—“

> “What Matt means to say is, have you really not noticed yet?” Edd asked genuinely concerned. You looked at him and laughed awkwardly before realizing he was serious. “What’s.. what.. huh..? What did I do.. wait- what’s going on?”

> “Tom is whipped for you, y/n,” Matt exclaimed, “Even I knew that!” You felt your face heat up and your head whipped around to face both at them.

> “Huh..?” is all you could manage out before you focused on Edd.

> “Yes! He just doesn’t know how to express it.“ You swing your head to look over to Matt and begin to twitch, “He needs to figure it out then!”

> “That’s the thing y/n, he doesn’t do that all the time. It’s just with you. Sure him and I have our moments, and then there was Tord, but those two genuinely couldn’t get along. Have you not noticed that after your arguments how he hides his face-” Matt then interjects, “Or that time when it was your birthday, and he helped you clean cake off your face after arguing about how much of a slob you were,” Edd then copied Matt, “or when you had just failed your chemistry exam, and all you could do was sulk and watch My Little Pony, and so he stayed the night with you saying the excuse that-“ and in unison the two sung: “I’m bored, and terrorizing y/n sounds like fun.”

> You felt your face heat up recalling just those handful of moments. “I thought he was just being a friend…” you mumbled.

> “It would…! If it was anyone but Tom, of course.” Edd chuckled and shrugged. He was right.

> The MLP binge watch weekend should’ve been so obvious. I mean, come on, you two shared a throw blanket and your legs intertwined with his. Tom isn’t touchy with anyone. You had failed a chemistry exam, yes. It got especially emotional since that week you were already feeling homesick, and you had sacrificed phone time with your family to study.. and failure. When Tom came over, you’d cry everytime the episode had a familial lesson— it sucked. Next thing you knew, Tom put aside your one sided beef when he wrapped you into a tight hug.

> “Well what now…?”

> “Run to him!!!” Matt exclaimed dramatically.

> Do you even wanna give the punk rock boy a chance?

How did he find out

> Laying there sprawled out across his bed was Tom. His bed was the safe haven in the mess that was his room.

> Dirty room. Very Cluttered. Clothes scattered the floors, clean and dirty. It smelled like his cologne took a stroll through a bar.. minus the pungent scent of stomach acid.

> His bed consisted of his precious Tomee bear, two pillows with gray cases on them, and 6 blankets. Half of those blankets were throws, but still.. why so many blankets?

> Posters scattered across his room walls. Old band posters, classic anime franchises, and a few posters of video game crushes he had over the years. In the corner was a cluster of polaroids of all his friends! Yes, Tord included… and yes, even you.

> Tom found himself shifting his gaze from the white ceiling to that corner. There was a picture you took where he was caught mid laugh and you took the opportunity and posed with your polaroid. He loved that picture, to the point where he placed it in a position where it would be the first one his eyes went for. That day, he thought you looked the prettiest. Not like you don’t look pretty everyday, it’s just that one he appreciated because you were in bliss. All he could do that entire night was fight back a smile when you smiled, when you laughed, and when you looked at him with those caring warm eyes.

> “What am I thinking…” He groaned and threw his hands over his face. He wants to tell you, trust, he really does! He’s just.. afraid of rejection.

> It’s a pretty typical fear amongst many people. So he wasn’t alone. He just feels humiliated and embarrassed for having weaknesses. What if those feelings transferred to the relationship? Is there even a potential relationship.

> Gosh you were so pretty to him. He loved every detail about you. There wasn’t a moment he didn’t fantasize about you. He’d probably take you to a museum for a first date.

> Tom loves art. It’s kinda obvious. Unless you view music and art as separate catagories that never merge.. then I don’t know what to tell you.

> He noticed what kind of media you consume, which was a lot of animation, and he wanted to explore other genres with you on that first date. So what better place than a museum?

> There was a knock.

> It shook the man out of his fantastical wonderland, and he shot up.

> Tom has this terrible habit of opening the door without checking the peephole. Opening the door he found himself devoid of air coming face to face with the person in front of them.

> It was you.

> You weren’t wearing the outfit you were modeling earlier. To be fair it’s been about 2 hours since then. You were wearing a silly cat onesie, and in your hand was a reusable grocery bag. Unknown to him, you gambled on having a sleepover with him, and in your bag was a bunch of ingredients to make milkshakes.

> He didn’t have the energy to disguise the emotions he was feeling, and leaning against the door frame, he spoke to break the ice.

> “Uhh, what’s- What’s up ?”

> “Wanna have a sleepover?”, you smiled and shifted the bag to the front of your knees and grabbed it with both hands.

> “Uhmm..” he shifted off the doorframe and let out an unsure sigh. Grabbing the ends of his fitted band tee, he pulled and looked behind him.

> “If it’s a mess you’re worried about, I don’t mind! I can even help you clean up.” you offered.

> “Oh no- you.. you don’t have to do that. Uh. I’m down, I was just caught off guard because when you showed up I was zoned out.” he nervously laughed and opened his door wider, gesturing for you to walk in.

> You walked in and set the grocery bag down on the kitchen island to the left. He went straight for the bag and started snooping while you started picking up items to clear the space you were going to get comfortable in.

> “Smirnoff…?” He said in an almost childlike wonder way.

> “Ah, yeah,” you started, “I remembered it was your go to at bars, and I wanted to see how it would taste in a milkshake.”

> Oh you were perfect.

> “Also, Tom, We need to talk.. but don’t get mad with me.”

> Tom scoffed and turned around to start the dishes, “I could never be mad at you y/n, don’t be stupid.”

> “I don’t, actually. I feel like some of our bickers are not jokes.”

> “Well to clarify, I’m only teasing.”

> “Back to the point, Tom,” you started and he hummed in response, “I like you Tom.”

> No.

> “Yeah me too y/n. You’re fun to be around.”

> “Nono, Tom, I mean.. romantically.”

> The sound of dishes stopped with a crash of glass. Nothing broke, but it was loud enough to startle you.

> You stood up and turned to look towards Tom to see him standing there with wide white eyes and a red face.

> “What..?” He said like a child, and it made you laugh.

> “Yeah, I love being around you, I like your presence.. albeit I could live without the insults, but I love your sass and your jokes. You’re funny, you’re pretty, and I wanna know more about you.. more than the Tom I know.”

> “y/n.”

> “Yea?”

> “I don’t even know what to say in this situation, but know I do feel the same. I feel strongly..? If I could jump off the walls like a damn molecule, I would. Y/n, I really like you too.”

> “Oh what a relief. For a second, you had me believing that the boys were wrong.”

> Tom laughed.. out loud. It made your heart melt because it was a genuine one for once, “You dummy! I’m sure you had Edd and Matt biting their fingernails in frustration over this.”

> “i’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner!”

> “I’m just happy you noticed at all.”

[therealestgalthereis]

EDDSWORLD X READER COMFORT

This was a req by @crystalwhisp

I wasn't sure of WHAT you wanted the reader to be ashamed of so i kinda left it blank, so its UP TO INTERPERTATION </3

Edd You were sitting on your bed, clutching your sides tightly. You felt like literal shit, unable to work on anything, not even having the energy to get out of bed. To be honest, you didn't feel like you deserved to get up anyways. Why did you deserve nice things? Tears rolled down your face, and you hiccupped through your gritted teeth. You weren't sure why your boyfriend, Edd, stayed with you so long. He was perfect, kind, sweet, extremely caring and funny, creative.. everything you thought you weren't. In your eyes, you were an emotional wreck, with too much baggage to function properly. Since you were so deep in your self-loathing, you hadn't even noticed your room door opening, or your boyfriend stepping in. "..Love?" Edd said, his tone concerned. Your head shot up to look at him through tear-filled eyes. "Edd?" as you spoke, your voice cracked, and was wobbly. Edd rushed over to you, hugging you tightly. "Oh, what happened?" He asked, gently rubbing circles on your back.

For the rest of the night, the two of you were in eachothers arms, Edd comforting you, telling you that you were deserving of love, deserving of anything, and everything nice. --------

Tom (It's gunna have the same start sorry :(( ) You were sitting on your bed, clutching your sides tightly. You felt like literal shit, unable to work on anything, not even having the energy to get out of bed. To be honest, you didn't feel like you deserved to get up anyways. Why did you deserve nice things? Tears rolled down your face, and you hiccupped through your gritted teeth. You couldn't even remember fully what had set off your sobbing. Maybe it was your family, something that happened, maybe you had bottled up your feelings for too long and it all spilled out. It didn't matter. You took a sharp gasp of air, trying to regain your breath. Your boyfriend, Tom, would be home soon - and you didn't want him to worry. Then, to your horror, the door opened, Tom stepping inside your room. "Hey, babe, I got the fuckin' uh.." He trailed off when he saw your crying, his 'eyes' widening a bit. Tom dropped the shopping bag and urgently ran to you, croutching down to be at your eye level, "What's wrong!?" He asked in a panic. Tom.. wasn't the best at comforting, since he always sought after a solution to what was bugging you. "I-- I'm sorry, it's nothing!" You said quickly, roughly rubbing your face with your sleeve. Tom's expression softened and he took your hands in his, "Hey, hey, I'm here for you, y'know.. you're my partner after all." You sobbed harder, hugging Tom tightly. He shushed you gently, playing with your hair. -----

Matt You were sitting on your bed, clutching your sides tightly. You felt like literal shit, unable to work on anything, not even having the energy to get out of bed. To be honest, you didn't feel like you deserved to get up anyways. Why did you deserve nice things? Tears rolled down your face, and you hiccupped through your gritted teeth. You felt like the scum of the Earth. To be honest, you wanted to see Matt, your boyfriend. He always knew how to make you feel better. With shaking hands, you grabbed your phone and texted him, asking him to come see you.

Within seconds, your door was flung open, and Matt ran to you, tackling you to your bed with a massive hug. "Sweets! What's wrong, I got your message!!" He began going into a frenzy of questions, kissing all over your face. "I will not have my lovely partner feel upset!" He declared, before grabbing your phone, putting on your favourite show. Matt set up the phone so you could see it, watching it with you as he held you close to him. ------------

Tord You were sitting on Tords lap, crying into his chest. He had found you sobbing in your room, and had brought you to his room, allowing you to cry as long as you needed to. He gently rubbed circles on your back, murmuring what you assumed were comforting words in Norwegian. He sweetly kissed the top of your head, "How about we get some sleep?" He suggested, lifting you up. He moved aside his blanket and laid you down, pulling the covers over you after he had gotten inside the bed beside you. Tord pulled you onto his stomache, having you lay on your stomache on him. He wrapped his arms around you, "I love you, sweets. Have a good sleep, my beautiful dove."