#ew x reader

[sintiancat]

''Red leader'' - drabble

(tord x reader), where these two reunite years after

You look up and down at Tord, staring in awe.

It’s been… what, a decade? Maybe even more, since you last saw him. You never expected him to be your new boss.

 Much less the red leader everyone talked about.

The right side of his face was covered by a large, red scar. Making you wonder when or how he got it. And if you could've helped him had you both stayed in contact.

His right eye was covered by an eyepatch. You look down, frowning when noticing the robotic arm. The one that was holding a cigar between two fingers.

Your eyes then swiftly go back to staring at his, and you gulp.

"You look... different.’’ You murmur, a bit awkwardly. ‘’Uh, did you get a new haircut?" You say, looking up at his hair that resembled horns. It was still the same as ten years ago.

You’re not sure how to describe the look on his face, as he takes his time to puff on the cigar.

"(Y/N), I lost an arm." He finally says. And you blush, looking away.

"I know. The hair cut thing was a farce.’’ You sigh, look at him again with a frown.

‘’I just didn't want to be rude, you know? But since you brought it up… what the hell happened to you?"

He laughs, shaking his head. ‘’You haven’t changed at all’’ He throws his cigar to the floor, stepping on it. ‘’A lot has happened since we last saw. So! How about we catch up on life, elsklingen min?’’ He says, leaning closer to you and putting his arm around your shoulder, walking with you.

‘’elskilnge what?’’ You look up at him, tilting your head, ‘’You know I don’t know Norwegian, Tord.’’

(elsklingen min: my love)

[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.”

[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

[anjes-dreams]

eddsword🟢🔷🟪🔺🔺 x reader♥

[moonsapprentice]

“Omg self inserts are so cringy“ DIE!!!! Anyways this is Tords girlfriend 😁

[sonicp0ssslayer96]

hellooouughhh i need help I lost this rord x reader fanfic where it was technically a high school au where the reader goes to an all girl school and tord goes to an all guy school next to it and the reader watches tord play basketball or summ and that then they meet and stuff and then it starts raining so they sneak into the boy's school thin to tord's room and then shit gets sus while th reader and tord share a bed trying to hide from tom since he's tord's roomate but yeah if anyone knows the name or has the link I would really appreciate it thank u smsmsmsm even reblogging helps<3<3<3<3<3 ficfinders help me pls im desperate

[sug4r-sp1c3]

May I request general dating hcs for Paul and patryck (Seperatly) from eddsworld? 💅

Paul makes me go on simp mode..

(btw, since patryck apperiances in the show where just REWARDS that the REAL patryck had for donating, i'll use the FANON patryck[the one that is used on Fanfics, comics, fan-stuff, etc.]

Paul and Patryck Dating HC!

Paul

OH MY GOD WHERE DO IT START

he's an idiot and a dummy, thats for sure

well now he's all that x73404938 JUST BECAUSE OF YOU

he will probably try to end his work at the army sooner just to see you

or if you are with him well, basically beg to the red leader to put you in missions or stuffy like that with him

he would try to hide the smell of cigarrette's

I SAID TRY

speaking about try

he would try to get you flowers or tiny stuff!

or even if he saw something shiny around the army he would pick it up and if its like a ring he would give it to you!

and if this isn't enough to you to be sure that that boy haves something with you..

after some monts!(or even a year i could say) he wil ask you out!

in his own way ofc

the current dates would be(in the case that you aren't in the army), a night dinner or just movie nights! or things like that

if you ARE in the army. The dates would be just walking around the place, going to some places to practice, or even just have a lunch together!

[just imaginated him and you on the army's like caffeteria. in a normal table but with a red blanket, like if you both where in a restaurant, hehe]

HE'S A SWEETHEART LIKE OMG

probably when he gets you flowers they would be kinda dead or even with some petals falling

and he isn't proud of it

he murmures a sorry as he insists that he will get you something better

(SOBBING OVER THE FACT THAT I COULDN'T FIND A GIF ASJHDJS SORRYYYYY)

Patryck

feeling like this bitch would deny all at the start

"i'm not doing it i'm not-"

he keeps saying until he realizes he has been doing tiny things for you..

for example: you both are in the army? he holds you doors and tells the leader to not worry about you and basically speaks good abt you

or when you pass he stares at you, not creepy, just with a tiny shine(and it isn't until Paul tells him that if he's paying attention or when you leaved)

he would start with tiny things

shinning things that he finds, flowers, coffee.

until he forces himself to ask you out

or well try

he would try to insunuate that he is in love with you like sometimes being there when you don't even need him, trying to go out in missions(if you are in the army ofc)

he's there if you are hurt

or when you are hurt he finds an excuse to go and visit you!(and brings some flowers, or even sends, but. lets keep that as a secret)

he tries to be serious or un-expressive around you

but probably fails miserably

You would have to make the first move if you both want to be something..bc it would take him like...4 dating months

[this isn't mine! it was made by fnafhs-aesthetics ! if you are a fan of FHS and want a banner or an icon go and check their profile!]

sorry if they are any spell mistakes english isn't my original lenguage!(its Spanish lolz)

[iluvmoneyandcats]

EW X READER X TF2 (chapter 4?)

tw: gore, thats it babes! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^~~~

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened. 

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint  help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her. 

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic,  and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

a/

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened. 

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint  help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her. 

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic,  and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened. 

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint  help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her. 

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic,  and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened. 

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint  help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her. 

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic,  and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

a/n: sorry for the wait!, i got sick and couldint stop pukeing, it was crazy! so this is a peace offering for now.

[mitsvriii]

headcannon that aventurine loves to kiss your pulse spots.

whether it be on your wrist or on your neck he’ll press chaste kisses to them, if it’s to ground himself or to check your heartbeat it depends on how he feels, too.

after you get too upset or if your stress is up he checks it by scooping you up in his arms and pressing his lips to your neck softly to see how fast it’s beating. he then tries in his awkwardness of “comforting” to help you calm down.

he also does it when your sleep. if you’re spooning him, aventurine will sneakily slide up or turn around to bury his head in your neck; desperately trying to feel your heartbeat against his lips in the wake of it.

in fact, you could say he does it everytime your back is to him. when you cook, when you sleep, when you get ready and he groggily tries to navigate to the spot.

aventurine does it so he knows you’re still here. not someplace else that’s out of his reach. not on another planet where his only solace is your voice saved on his phone. not away somewhere he can’t reach. here with him.

[sintiancat]

Tord laughed, looking down at Edd and Matt from his giant robot.

‘’Hey, Edd! Thanks for holding onto this for me!’’ He shouts, smiling from ear to ear. ‘’I’ll have to go now though. The world’s not going to take over itself!’’

‘’But I thought we were… I thought we were friends!’’ Edd shouts, salty tears quickly leaving his eyes.

The old friend he’s known for so long and cherished with all his heart, betraying him.

Just like that.

Like it never meant something for him.

‘’HA! No? What would I need friends for when I’ve got this!’’ He cackles, but stops abruptly. His eyes widening as he remembered something important.

‘’Mh. But you know... there is something- no, someone I do need.’’ He says, his eyes darting around the neighborhood. ‘’I need her.’’ He mumbles, his eyes continuing to search desperately for her.

Edd and Matt look at each other, agitated and worried.

Some seconds pass by, and the silence only becomes louder.

Everyone seems to wait for something.

...

But nothing happens.

You don’t appear.

‘’CUT!’’ The director announces, promptly standing up from his seat. His hands rubbing his lower back, as he stretched.

‘’Ugh. Where’s the main love interest? She was supposed to enter scene as soon as he said that!’’ He frowns, reading the script one more time as he shouts your name.

You jolt, head turning abruptly at the mention of your name

You looked like a deer caught in headlights, and when you made eye contact with the director, you slowly left the pastry you were about to eat back with the rest of the food on set.

‘’What?’’ You frown, ‘’I’m not supposed to enter scene yet.’’ You huff, about to take the pastry again.

Except you can't.

You feel a hand rest on your shoulder, beckoning you to turn around as you hear someone say your name soon after. ‘’The script changed’’ Paul informs you, his thick eyebrows furrowing to show his confusion ‘’Edd was supposed to tell you this morning.’’

You tilt your head, ‘’He didn’t’’

‘’I did!’’ Edd says, approaching the two of you. ‘’When we were having breakfast, remember?’’

Your eyes squint as you recall the events of this morning. When Edd was eating the promotional cereal ‘’Eddsworld’’.

‘’I just remember you talking with your mouth full.’’ You blink, ‘’You should really stop doing that by the way, we can’t understand you and you know how annoyed Tom gets after.’’ Edd laughs, nodding.

‘’I know, I know.’’ He sighs, his lips parting to comment again. But instead, he only gasps.

‘’Where’s Tom?’’

Paul eyes widens, his cigar about to fall of as he wastes no time to run to the set. Edd rushing to do the same.

‘’Oh shit. Don’t tell me you guys left him inside the debris?!’’ You panic, following after the two to help your friend out of the destroyed house.

Matt and the director were already there, lifting the remains of the house to get Tom out.

Well, the director was the one lifting. Matt was panicking as he called Tom’s name horrified.

With more of the crew helping you quickly took him out, the man with spiky hair groaning in pain.

Matt and you sigh, a bit more relieved at the sight of Tom, who was at least still conscious enough to curse.

From the corner of your eye, you see how some crew members help Tord step off the giant robot, the Norwegian running towards Tom to make sure he wasn’t badly injured.

Tord lifts him up, seating him down so a crewmate could quickly aid him.

Tom tries not to wince as he feels the alcohol-soaked cotton ball touch his injury.

‘’I didn’t receive the signal,’’ He hisses, ‘’I stayed there for whole five minutes.’’

‘’There was not clear communication.’’ The director huffs, crossing his arms. ‘’Someone forgot to inform people about the change in script.’’

Edd looks away, whistling as he kicks a pebble.

‘’Why am I not surprised…’’ You hear someone mutter

Sighing, you crouch down at Tom’s level.

‘’Tom.’’

‘’Yeah?’’ He looks your way, his tired eyes making eye contact with you.

You have a tiny smile on your face, as you lean closer to him.

Your lips parting to whisper into his ear.

‘’Idiot. I fucking told you to accept the stunt double.’’ You pull his ear

---

heres my two cents to the ew x reader community. i dont think ive ever seen an actor au in the fandom tbh

also hi tumblr how do u

[selineram3421]

Headcanon Alastor and Reader:

As Siblings

Alastor: *tall*

Reader: *smaller than him* (could be an inch or more idk)

Alastor: *stares down at them* Little shit.

Reader: *glares up at him* Big shit.

~Seline, the person.

[miffysstash]

eddsworld | tord/reader SFW alphabet

a/n:

I wrote Tord to try to be a mix of Legacy and OG Tord so hopefully, it pleases everyone (I know the fandom can be pretty divided when it comes to writing Tord).

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

Tord is super affectionate, he goes out of his way to show you he loves you either by giving you small gifts from day to day or kissing you in public. He has no problem showing others how much he loves you. 

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

Tord treats you like he treats his other friends, sure that means going out of his way to mess with you and get dragged into his “adventures” but hey? You live for the chaos, right?

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

Always the cuddler, he rarely lets you hold him. He feels more at peace when he has you in his arms, as he can always protect you and keep you safe. He lays you against his chest while he presses soft kisses against your head while whispering Norwegian love words into your ears.  

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

Tord really wants to settle down, of course, it will be a while into your relationship but if you want to get married and have a family by then? Hell yeah! He will help with the cooking and cleaning but is subpar at best, but he really will try for you. 

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

If Tord absolutely had to break up with you, he would do it in person. He would walk away afterward, not responding to your sobs and/or calls out to him, and walk in silence for the rest of his way home.  

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

Tord is content when engaged, and he’s so happy to be your fiance. Tord is super about commitment, thinking it’s one of the most important things in your relationship so he is already committed from hell and back. Tord is fine with whatever pace you want, if you want to get married right away, he’s already booking the venue. If you want to give it time, no problem, just come to him when you’re ready. 

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

Tord is gentle when you or he wants to be, which is crazy because to others he’s such a scary-looking guy. With you, however? He’s a big sweetheart, and he very much shows it with his actions and his words. You want cuddles? Arms are wide open for you. Had a long day? He’s whispering Norwegian phrases into your ear as he rubs your back in a soothing manner. Sure, he messes up sometimes and isn’t as gentle when he should be; but he always apologizes and makes it up to you. 

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

Tord loves hugs, and he makes sure to hug you often. He loves to hug you from behind, slightly startling you as he laughs into the crook of your neck while pressing his lips along your flesh. 

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

He’s the one to say it first, and it’s deep into your relationship I would say. He would say it in the heat of the moment during an argument after you blurted out the question “Why are you still here then Tord?!”, something along the lines of “Because I love you (Name), damn it all!” His voice cracking as he tries his best to stay together. Of course, you took him into your arms, mumbling “I love you too.”

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

He gets super jealous, not too often but when he does he gets green with envy. Of course, he trusts you, it’s the people around you two he can’t trust to keep their grubby hands to themselves. He never blames you when other people look your way, although he will step in if the person doesn’t take the hint.

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

Tord’s kisses are messy, and he totally has so much fun giving you sloppy kisses and your reactions to them. He loves to kiss your lips and cheeks, leaving gross slobber marks behind as he chuckles. Although, every once in a while, he’ll be serious and give you long, sensual kisses on your lips as he holds your hands into his. As for where he likes to be kissed? He lives to be kissed by you, so kiss him anywhere you’d like!

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

Tord is great around children he knows, like close family members and stuff like that. Other than that, he is extremely awkward around children and doesn’t know how to properly talk to them if they come up to him, “Sooooo… Kid, you like guns?” You had to quickly drag him away after that one. He longs to have children though if you want to as well. 

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

Mornings are usually slow-paced, either he gets up, gently smiling at your sleeping form while leaning down to lightly kiss your temple, and makes breakfast for the both of you or he wakes up with his arms still wrapped around you; daring to not let go as he doesn’t want to wake you up for your well-deserved sleep. 

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

Imagine, Tord’s had a long day. He comes home straight to you and scoops you up into his arms, “Oh, min kjærlighet, I missed you.” Pressing a small kiss against your cheek as he softly laughs into your neck. You both cook dinner as you both stir up conversation while it simmers on the stove. Tord usually takes a shower (you’re more than welcome to join him, wink wink), and takes you into his arms once more as the both of you wind down on the couch, watching TV. 

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?)

Tord has a bad habit of keeping things from you, and things about himself are no exception so he definitely waits to reveal things slowly. However, it is during your friendship is when he reveals things about himself. It’ll be little things during mundane situations at first, like telling you his likes and dislikes while you two are getting groceries or doing laundry. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tord has his moments where he tends to have short bursts of anger like when someone talks back to him, but once he sees your face he can take a breath, walk away from the situation, and come back later to deal with it. If it’s between the both of you, he does the same and apologizes for being so angry. 

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 a good chunk of things you tell him, like he knows your favorite food and music tastes as well as the type of shampoo you use. The big stuff like anniversary dates he always remembers, like one time he remembered the day you first spoke to him, and sometimes he has to remind you of them.

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

He loves to remember the time when he first took you out, especially your precious laugh at one of his lame jokes. He took you out to a local arcade, trying to impress you at one of the shooting games. Of course, you were promptly kicked out after he brought out real guns, (which earned another laugh from you, so he considers it a win anyway).

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

Tord is protective, for sure. He tries to take you away from the situation as quickly as possible to explain to you what he’s feeling at that moment. This mostly happens when someone is flirting with you or you’re around someone who gives him creepy vibes. He puts his hand on your waist, scowling at the target of his anger as he walks away with you. Tord, like Edd, would find it comical if you tried to protect him. He would think it’s so cute you think he needs protecting. 

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

So much effort man. It’s one of the main things he uses to show he cares about you so much. Dates can be planned in advance, for example, one of your favorite authors was in town for a book signing and he even bought the newest book beforehand and set it on your bed with a big red bow and a tag saying ‘For min kjærlighet :)’. Anniversaries are planned weeks in advance, and with the help of his friends, he makes sure you’re having the best night possible. With everyday tasks, he’s with you 100 percent whether it be talking with you as you wipe down the counters or helping you clean the backyard. 

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

Like I said, he has a bad habit of keeping things from you, and one of the most damning is his feelings. He refuses to let you in, and it comes off as him not trusting his feelings with you. It is like that at first but he doesn’t trust anyone with his feelings until he realizes you are there for all of him. Also, the smoking, if it bothers you he tries to cut back. 

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

He mildly cares about his looks, he keeps up with his daily hygiene as well as wearing a cologne, maybe even putting on a bit of makeup and nail polish if he feels like it that day. He will always clean up for dates though. 

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

This man is lost without you, before you came into his life he knew something was missing and he went out to find it. Who knew it would lead to the most amazing person he ever met?

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I could totally see Tord getting matching couple tattoos with you, of course, it will be a while into your relationship because it is such a huge commitment as it will be on your bodies for the rest of time. It would be something simple like yours and his initials in a heart. 

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

Tord would not like someone who refuses to open up to him, ironic I know. He needs someone to be completely honest and open with him so he can work up to that point too. 

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

I see Tord training himself to be a light sleeper, he’s constantly alert for you and your safety and will wake up to the smallest sounds like a creak in the floorboards.

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together. 

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this. 

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow. 

“please, please,”  he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.” 

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,”  he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—”  his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain. 

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray. 

please, please tell me it’ll be okay. 

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time. 

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.  

“— just wake up, beloved.” 

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere. 

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—” 

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?  

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.” 

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you. 

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

—

every person has their curiosities. 

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things. 

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person. 

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away. 

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’ 

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.” 

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long. 

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

—

alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play. 

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones. 

a wish that you’d come back, somehow. 

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did.  but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you. 

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

 he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.”  kaveh calls his name softly.

 alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,”  he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.” 

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.

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Yandere Tamara💙 x reader🌸

　　　　　　　　

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