Eddsworld Oneshots

Tom x Reader

Requested by peculiar-gypsy

(I literally have no good pictures of tom wow)

( (L/N) = Last Name. You prob already know that tho)

It was another day in the Gold, Greaves, Redwood, and (L/N) house, which meant another day of going on wild adventures. Which, excluded you.

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Edd, Matt, Tom, and (Y/N) were planning on hanging out together, but Tom had said something about being sick, and wanted to stay home. (Y/N), being the gracious person they were, stayed home to keep an eye on Tom after Edd's pleads to 'Please stay home with him, I don't want him getting sick all over the house'. They we're sure Tom was fine, that guys immune system was as strong as a bull. They could understand why he might've wanted to stay home this time around; exploring a supposedly haunted tunnel system didn't sound too appealing to them either. Since Tom knew that Edd had, in a way, forced their friend to stay home with him, he requested that they, no matter what, stay away from his room. To which they complied;

Until-

Having been sitting in the living room for over 30 minutes, you can imagine how bored (Y/N) might've gotten.

"I think I'm just gonna go up to my room. It's boring down here anyways..." they said to themselves, pushing up from the couch and wobbling towards the stairs. As they passed Tom's room on the way to theirs, they heard what sounded like, sniffling? Completely disregarding what Tom had asked them to do earlier, they walked up to the door, pressing their ear against it. More sniffling.

"Thomas? Are you okay?" they said soothingly, testing out the door handle. Locked.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine. You c-can go..." he choked out.

"Tom, sweetie, unlock the door." It was silent for a moment, but they soon heard shuffling, then the sound of the door being unlocked.  (Y/N) twisted the door handle, and opened it up to the room. There tom stood, wearing his hoodie, and his boxers. His tear stained face was red and puffy. (Y/N)'s face contorted to one of concern as they approached him, placing a hand on his forehead, moving his sweat-matted hair out of his face. Tom leaned his hand into their touch, it felt nice to have such a cold hand against his hot, feverish skin.

"Oh Tom....." they whispered, taking him into their arms as they enveloped him in a comforting embrace. He knew he was safe by now. Besides Edd, (Y/N) was the only other person he could confide in during times like this. Without warning, Tom was beginning to cry again. He seemed to be clinging to his friend like a life support as sobs racked his body, and not a second later he had been picked up by said friend, and laid down on his bed as they laid next to him. 

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(Tom = bolded text)

"....Do you think im p-pathetic?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course not." they answered, a tender thumb wiping away the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"You must hate me."

"Why would I?" Tom was silent, the sound of shuffling sheets as he nuzzled his body in closer to theirs was the only sound filling the stuffy room.

"I'm a mess. A disgusting, drunk, mess..."

"To-"

"I'm better off dead." This caused (Y/N) to freeze. Tom said said stuff like this often (usually joking), but the intensity, the seriousness in his voice, really put them off. They pulled him closer, hands practically squeezing him as the two laid there, together.

"You're wonderful." they murmmured.

"A wonderful mess." he retorted. The two chuckled as the tenseness in the room lifted ever so slightly.

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"You're too good for me."

"No I'm not." they replied.

...

"You should leave."

"I'm not."

"I know."

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"I love you..."

"I know."

(Oh my gosh I am SO sorry for how long this took. There's no excuse for this, honestly. I just never got on. As soon as this gets published, I'm going to start on the next one (Matt x Reader). It might get finished too since its only like 12:36 am. Again, I am SO sorry for how long this took.

See ya next time.)