#yandere ew matt

[luciel-anciel]

Oblivious (Matt x Edd)

A/N: Not my best work so far TT

TW: Toxic Relationship, and Unhealthy Mindset.

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The remnants of the argument lingered in the air as Matt stood in the dimly lit kitchen, Tom and Tord had left, their departure marked by slammed doors and harsh words, though their words cut through his skin—he took a deep breath and tried not to care so much.

"Matt, you can't just choose to make us cut ties with him!" " Matt could still hear Tom's voice, loud and clear about his lover's freedom. As if! He knows that Edd willingly stayed with him— they act as if he's trapped.

"What are you saying? He chose me, didn't he?!" The taller male retorted, the kitchen counter shook from how furious he was. Matt was rarely the type to get angry, mostly oblivious to his actions and happy-go-lucky at every given situation but when the situation involved his relationship, especially being torn apart then something inside him sparked— that it made his anger go haywire.

"I can decide what's good for him."

"This is unhealthy, Do you know who helped you—" But the horned man, wasn't able to finish his sentence as Matt was quick to cut him off.

It worsened the tense situation but in his innocent sky blue eyes, the ginger believed that he was acting like his lover's knight in shining armor by protecting him by unwanted actions from their so-called called 'friends' that tried to rip them apart.

"I appreciate your unwanted opinion, Tord but leave me and my relationship alone."

And hence, the door slammed; the hinges almost breaking off by how loud the slam was. The two were forced to leave as Matthew pushed them away, he saw how Tord almost punched him right in the face but his blue hooded friend immediately interjected, he knew that violence wouldn't be a good thing — yet.

Now he sat on his couch, his shared couch with Edd, old but gold.

He turned to Edd with a cautious look, who was quiet during the whole ordeal, who sat on the worn-out couch, staring at the carpeted floor. Being the middleman, the brunette was always the one trying to stop arguments but it was understandable to Matt, why he was acting so reluctant and quiet when the argument was based on him, choosing which side he was on.

Edd seemed to be deep in thought, and stared up with open eyes, completely caught off guard, with Matt trying to converse with him.

"Edd? Are you okay?"

The brunette didn't seem to respond, he didn't know what to say next, but it worried the ginger greatly, his heart tightened whenever Edd gave him silent treatment, he yearned for his voice, his praises— all the affections.

Matt took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he knelt to stare at his brown glossy eyes, the silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken words.

"I did it, Edd. I kicked them out," Matt finally spoke, his voice a mix of triumph and uncertainty.

The brunette looked up, his eyes reflecting a complex array of emotions – surprise, sadness, and perhaps a hint of relief, maybe because the argument finally ended.

Matt gently held onto the plump man's chin, softly pulling his face forward, and leaned for a kiss, feeling Edd's chapped lips against his soft pink lips. It was slightly uncomfortable, feeling the dryness of his lips but the pale-skinned adult didn't care so much— just the feeling of their lips against each other sent a nice feeling to his mind.

He deluded himself to believe that Edd, also felt the same, the distance between them suddenly feeling like an unspoken chasm.

"Edd, I need you to see me. Only me. Aren't I beautiful, Edd? Please say I'm beautiful," Matt's voice wavered, his desperation laid bare. His grasp on Edd's face only tightened, his eyes searching for a sign, any sign that he was the one Edd wanted, instead of staring at those dimmed brown eyes.

His expression remained guarded, but a flicker of vulnerability crossed his eyes.

After every stressful situation, he craved any sort of praise, begging to receive compliments even when he seemed desperate.

As Matt continued to plead, his confession spilled out like a torrent. "I want to be the only one you see, the only one you love. I can't stand sharing you with them, my dear. I've loved you for so long, and I can't bear the thought of losing you to anyone else." The room seemed to close in, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

Edd's gaze softened, remembering how this relationship felt so warm yet now it suffocated him.

He didn't say anything and went to the guest room to sleep for tonight, Matt soon followed after but that face Edd made; his usual upturned smile was a deep grimace with his brows knitted together and it made him stop in his tracks.

The freckled adult didn't want to leave Edd— after that whole ordeal, he just wanted to cuddle with the brunette all the time but perhaps, against his judgment, he'd leave him alone for now.

And watched as his lover closed the door, shutting him off the door.

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Splashing his face with cold water, He gaze upwards to stare at his exhausted expression, from tossing and turning all night. He could barely get a wink of sleep, with his mind clouded with demeaning thoughts.

A deep sigh escaped the young man's lips, a frown glued to his chapped lips whilst he stared at his reflection in the mirror; simply uttering a few words of distaste just beneath his breath upon noticing the bags and dark circles that had developed just beneath his gloomy eye, which were caused by a visible lack of proper sleep.

Now here he was, looking like a mess—with disheveled hair, strands pointing everywhere and tried to comb them using his fingers, but alas, his attempt was futile; a clear contrast to his usual cherry appearance.

Another deep yawn came out, the green-hooded man woke up at early dawn as he quietly stuffed his bag with necessities, careful not to wake up his partner.

And opened the door, attempting to leave but Matt was already standing there with wide eyes, unreal eyes that scared Edd, half to death.

His shining blue eyes stared deep into Edd's frightened expression.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"I heard you tossing and turning. Are you alright? I can make your favorite food—"

"Matt Stop, please-!"

"You must be starving, you need to eat something"

"Matt, just please stop."

"Talk to me, please? What's wrong?"

A fragile smile tugged at the corners of his lips, remembering the events from last night, it was forever etched inside his mind.

"Matt, it's not that simple. Love isn't about possessing someone. It's about understanding, trust, and—"

"No, Edd! It's about being with the person who makes your heart race, who consumes your thoughts. And that person is me," Matt interrupted, his eyes pleading for reciprocation. The air crackled with tension, the room a battleground of conflicting emotions.

Edd took a moment, his eyes locked with Matt's. As Edd distanced himself, a heavy weight settled on his shoulders, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong between him and Matt.

The feelings in their relationship gnawed at him, making it hard to breathe. Edd found himself questioning not just their relationship but whether continuing to live this way was even worth it?

It felt like an unbearable burden. It wasn't just their relationship that seemed toxic; life itself felt like an overwhelming struggle, and Edd couldn't escape the sinking feeling.

"Matt, love is complicated. I need time to figure this out."

Matt's shoulders slumped, the weight of his confession hanging in the air.

As Edd got up and walked away, the room echoed with uncertainty, leaving Matt alone with the haunting question of whether love could conquer all.

[demigknight]

Hey updated this ao3 cross posting

It’s My Cringy Yandere Story!

[scarletwaffles]

Im bored #4

I wanna do an x reader (Reader is female) which Eddsworld character should I use (I might do one shot or headcannons Idk yet)

[thewaterpersonofplatonic]

Idea list (Platonic Yandere Eddsworld)

(This is for myself but anyone may use it too!) Tattletale AU-Tom, (Child tom) opens his presents early to find, Tommee bear, remember Tord is now a weird bear machine. AngelMatt-Edds guardian angel is Matt, who goes insane over Edd. COTL AU-Tord is The One Who Waits, it's the bad ending where you give your cult and soul to the cat god with three eyes. Except for Tord being like "Nuh uh" to Edd dying (Edd is the lamb) and just takes his followers' souls and most of Edd's soul, and Tord keeps Edd around. CrazyNeighbourEdwardo-Edwardo wants Jon back after Tord kills him, goes into denial and kidnaps Edd after a battle with their superpowers, and attempts to make Edd believe he is Jon (I am aware that Jon is based on Tom, but superhero battle with a sad dude, who is having a horrible time with Edd trying to make Edwardo feel better and getting confused with Jon). (Again, anyone can use these ideas if they want, but I made this to remember when I write. I am going to make much more than these so do not be worried that I spoiled too much. Also I'm gonna write em, so you will see actual stories in the future, not just ideas, there is a difference. No I am not requesting anything from anyone, that is not what this is for, it is to remember now and write later, though I'm allowing people to use these ideas if they would like! I am perfectly fine with that.)

(Inspired by @obsessivelyloved and @altbloggobrrr. I'm okay with posting this because my ideas may change a bit in the future.)

[iloveyousomuchxoxoxo]

I saw ur pinned post! I was wondering if you could do yandere headcanons for EW Edd x reader (fem pleaseee :33) can they also be sfw and nsfw??

I’m prob gonna come back a lot LMAO

whoa.. finallty getting to my rwqeuests also the layout gonna be lazy and not as pretty cos im still not feeling too good!!?!!!!!! yes sir ok anyways onto the hcs

" You drive me insane. "

warnings; dead dove don't eat, yandere, sexual stuff, Edd being a creep Headcanons

Alone time? When EDD is obsessed with you? HAH LMAOFDSUAHDDSAHSAS

yeah, no, you don't get alone time anymore.

He loves being around you. I mean, c'mon, he's in the presence of an angel, right?? Why wouldn't he adore it

And why wouldn't he get hard simply from watching you?

Moving on from that

He does his best to never let you lift a finger. You're hungry? He'll cook for you. Need laundry done? He'll do it for you. Groceries?- you get the idea.

Although, he's usually the reason you want to do laundry yourself, since you find your panties are often missing, and Edd looks quite guilty when you ask him about it.

To be honest, he only fully trusts Tom, Matt and Tord to be around you alone. Anyone else, no matter what gender, he will need to be there with you. NSFW (both sexual, and things that would need a heavy TW. Proceed with caution, lovely<3) ONLY HCS BELOW

Would carve your name/initials into himself, getting hard at the feeling of "belonging" to you

I feel like he's a bit of a sadiomasochist, so he'd want you to put out a cigarette on him, he'd also like to choke you out when he's jealous, relishing in the way you'd gasp for air and beg for him to stop

Anything below the waist is off-limits if he doesn't have consent. If you don't want a kiss, he'll tell you to suck it up. But if you don't want him to touch you in that way, he won't

But if you did want that kind of thing, he is ready 24/7.

Pace is deep and slow. Loves hearing your whines and pleas for him to go faster

grajgjjhshhs i hope you like it mwa mwa mwa

[twistedheartsclub]

Yandere Boxer X Fem Reader PT 2

⚠️ Warnings: psychological manipulation • obsessive love • stalking • parental betrayal • gaslighting • grooming • non-consensual drug use • emotional abuse • toxic family dynamics • physical violence (mentioned) • slow burn dread • dark romance themes

PART ONE HERE

Week Two at Camp – 

It’s late. The stars are out. The fire pit crackles in the center of the counselor ring. Marshmallows have been roasted, songs sung, and now it’s the quiet part of the night—when people talk, really talk.

Y/N sits on a log, her feet bare in the grass. Her hair smells like smoke. Her cheeks are glowing from the fire and the sun. She’s smiling—genuinely—as her friends tease one another, passing a bottle of cheap rosé someone smuggled in.

“Okay, okay,” one of the girls says, laughing. “Most toxic man you’ve ever been into. Go.”

“Easy,” says Kiera, brushing her braid over her shoulder. “I dated my TA freshman year. Found out he was married.”

“Ew!” someone yells.

“I was seventeen!” she adds.

Y/N laughs, covering her mouth. It feels good to laugh like this.

Then someone turns to her.

“What about you, Y/N?”

She pauses.

“You guys already know…”

“The boxer?” her friend Amelia says, face twisting. “Silas Vegas?”

Y/N nods, a bit smaller now.

“Girl. You didn’t date him. He stalked you.”

“I—I don’t know if it was—”

“No. He followed you into a bathroom. Left you underwear. And everyone’s just okay with that?”

The group shifts. Backs straighten.

“He’s not your man,” another counselor says. “He’s just some obsessed, nasty, old-ass control freak.”

Y/N bites her lip.

“I took off the necklaces,” she says. “I haven’t worn them in days.”

“Good,” Kiera says. “Burn them.”

“Or send them back,” Amelia adds. “With a little note that says fuck off or I go to the press.”

“You have the power, Y/N. He doesn’t own you. He never even asked you out—he just... took.”

Y/N looks at them all—serious, fierce, ride-or-die.

“You’re not property,” one of them says. “You’re not his little wind-up doll. You’re a goddamn woman.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever… Y/N believes it.

She nods, misty-eyed.

“Okay,” she says. “When I get home… I’ll end it. No more fear.”

The fire pops. Someone raises their drink.

“To getting free.”

They all echo it.

“To getting free.”

Two Days Later – 

The camp car drops her off in front of her house, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Her skin is warm and tanned, her hair tied back in a lazy braid, her eyes brighter.

She steps out, takes a breath of her neighborhood air.

I’m ready. Whatever it is… I’m ready.

She smiles and walks up the path to her front door.

The house is quiet. Too quiet.

She opens the door.

Her mom’s purse is there. Her dad’s shoes. But no voices. No laughter. No TV.

She frowns.

“Hello?”

No answer.

She walks further in.

There’s a single box on the kitchen table. Matte black. Blood-red ribbon.

Her stomach turns.

No note this time. Just her name, written in red marker across the top

Y/N sets her duffel bag down slowly, her camp bracelet still wrapped around her wrist. Her skin smells like bug spray and wild air. The house is quiet—too quiet.

Until she sees it.

The box.

Same black matte finish. Same red ribbon. No note this time—just her name, handwritten across the top in sharp, neat strokes.

Her pulse stutters.

She glances around. Listens. Nothing but the hum of the fridge and birds outside.

Slowly, carefully, she opens the lid.

Inside:

A dress.

Not just any dress. A soft, pale ivory silk slip. Thin straps. Lace at the hem.

It smells faintly of rosewater and leather.

Her hands shake as she lifts it from the box.

And then she sees it—a tag pinned to the neckline.

“Wear this. Come outside.”

Her blood runs cold.

He’s here.

She peeks out the back window—

And there they are.

Her parents. Her brother. His best friend. And Silas.

He’s standing by the grill, laughing at something her father just said, spatula in one hand, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He looks like he belongs.

Her dad beams, drink in hand, waving the tongs like a joke.

“Didn’t expect you back so soon, kiddo!”

Y/N freezes.

Silas turns at the sound of her father’s voice.

He sees her through the glass.

And smiles.

Slow.

Hungry.

Like he’s been waiting for this moment since she left.

Y/N doesn’t change.

She leaves the dress in the box. Doesn’t touch it again. She pulls her hoodie tighter over her camp shirt and walks out the back door like she didn’t just find a silk threat wrapped in a gift.

The backyard is warm, full of smoke and laughter.

Her dad stands by the grill with a beer in hand, chatting with Silas like they’re old friends. Her mom is at the patio table arranging condiments. Her brother and his best friend are throwing a football across the lawn barefoot.

“There she is!” her dad calls, smiling wide. “Our camp counselor returns!”

Y/N forces a smile. “Hey, Dad.”

She walks straight past Silas without a glance. Doesn’t greet him. Doesn’t acknowledge him.

Not a look. Not a word.

Silas watches her.

The silence between them stretches like a wire—thin, sharp, dangerous.

“Y/N,” he says smoothly. “Welcome back.”

She pretends not to hear him.

Instead, she walks over to her brother and his friend, grinning for real now. They tackle her into a playful hug, wrestling for her attention.

“You look like you wrestled a bear,” her brother teases.

“And won,” his friend adds, eyes wide. “You’re, like… tan. Who even are you?”

Y/N laughs—light, warm, real. For the first time in what feels like months.

“You guys missed me,” she says.

“Obviously,” her brother grins. “Who else brings snacks and yells at us when we play too rough?”

They talk. They laugh. The boys fight over who has to get the ketchup from the house. For a while, Y/N forgets he’s here.

Until she feels it.

His stare.

She doesn’t have to look to know.

Silas is standing by the grill, watching her. Sunglasses now lowered. A drink in one hand. He’s still smiling—but it’s different now.

Colder. Quieter. Calculating.

They all gather around the table. Her father slaps a plate down in front of her, full of grilled corn, chicken, and salad.

“You eat like a bird,” he says. “Don’t think I forgot.”

Y/N grins. “I ate like a bear at camp.”

Across the table, Silas sets his glass down a little too carefully. His tone is smooth:

“Did you learn anything interesting out there, angel?”

Y/N’s fork pauses.

She smiles sweetly at her dad. “I learned that I like being out of cell range.”

A few chuckles rise from the table.

Only Silas hears the message.

And it lands.

After Dinner 

Plates scraped clean. Laughter fading into the night air. Crickets sing beyond the fence. The sun has dipped below the horizon, casting everything in soft orange and gold. String lights blink gently above the patio.

Y/N stands with her mom at the sink, sleeves rolled up, warm water running. The clatter of plates and soft hum of her mother’s voice help her stay grounded.

“Camp looks good on you,” her mom says, handing her a plate to rinse. “I haven’t seen you smile like that in months.”

Y/N smiles softly. “It felt good. Like I could finally breathe again.”

Her mom nods, but doesn’t ask more. The silence between them is comfortable—for once.

From the kitchen window, Y/N can see her dad still outside, talking animatedly with her brother and his best friend, gesturing with a beer can in hand.

And Silas?

Nowhere in sight.

Not at the grill. Not with the boys. Not at the table.

Her stomach tugs, but she forces it down.

“You okay?” her mom asks gently.

Y/N nods. “Yeah. Just tired.”

She’s about to dry her hands and go back outside when her mom leans over and whispers like they’re gossiping.

“You should say thank you to Silas before he goes.”

Y/N freezes.

“He made dinner. Got the meat. The corn, too. I think he even bought the beer.”

Y/N’s throat tightens.

Her mother continues. “I know you’ve been distant with him lately, but… he’s a good man, honey.”

“Mom…” Y/N says, voice strained.

Her mom brushes her shoulder. “Just be polite. Okay? You don’t have to marry him.”

Y/N offers a thin smile. “Right.”

Her mother doesn’t see her hand shaking as she grabs a dish towel.

Y/N walks into the hallway near the stairs, heading toward the guest bathroom. She wants one minute. One breath. A second to regroup.

She turns the corner—

And stops dead.

Silas. Leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, just outside the downstairs guest room.

“There you are,” he says softly.

She turns to go back.

“Don’t,” he says. Not loud. Not sharp. Just… final.

Her legs lock in place.

He steps forward—slow, graceful, calm.

“You didn’t say thank you.”

She stares at him. “I didn’t ask for anything.”

“You’re wearing my air,” he murmurs. “You smiled in my space. Ate my food. You laughed, Y/N. With other men.”

“You’re not owed anything,” she bites out. “You’re not my boyfriend. You’re not even my friend.”

His head tilts. He reaches out—she flinches—and he stops just shy of touching her.

“You keep pretending you’re brave,” he says softly. “But we both know you’re not. You’re just… cute when you’re scared.”

She doesn’t move.

“You looked happy at camp,” he adds. “Loud. Free. Did you forget what that costs?”

Her voice trembles, but she holds firm. “You don’t scare me anymore.”

He steps in closer. Her back brushes the wall.

“Then why are you shaking?”

She meets his gaze. “Because I’m disgusted. Not afraid.”

A pause.

His smile twitches.

“You’re going to learn, Y/N. That there are softer ways to say yes.”

And then he steps back.

Just like that.

Lets her go.

“Sleep well,” he says, already walking past her. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Later That Night

The hot water from her long shower did something. Loosened the fear. Washed off the hallway. She changes into fresh pajamas, ties her damp hair back, and props her phone up on her desk.

FaceTime rings once, twice—then connects.

“THERE she is!” Amelia grins from her side of the screen, already in bed with messy buns and skincare on. “You survived the barbecue?”

Kiera appears behind her with a bowl of cereal. “Did he try anything?”

Y/N smirks. “He tried. I didn’t flinch.”

The girls cheer quietly like she just scored a goal.

“You’re a damn queen,” Amelia says. “I’m proud of you.”

“We’re meeting tomorrow, right?” Y/N asks.

“Yep. Brunch at Clover’s at 10. Cute dresses mandatory.”

Kiera winks. “We’re reclaiming girly joy.”

Y/N laughs. “I’ll be there. Promise.”

They talk a little longer—mostly about outfits, guys at camp, and which nail polish is most "f*ck-you" without being obvious. When they hang up, Y/N lies in bed with a slow smile curling over her lips.

I’m not his anymore. I never was.

The Next Morning 

The smell of pancakes wafts through the house. Y/N comes downstairs dressed light and soft—cream sundress, glossed lips, hair pinned up with a little gold clip. She looks free.

Her mom sees her and frowns. “You’re dressed up.”

Y/N smiles. “I’m meeting my friends for brunch.”

Her brother, half-asleep at the table, perks up. “You’re not coming with us?”

She blinks. “Where?”

“Silas invited us all to this lake thing,” he says. “Private spot. We’re leaving in like an hour.”

Her stomach twists.

“I’m not going,” she says quickly. “Plans are set.”

Her mom frowns deeper. “You can see your friends anytime. Silas went out of his way to invite us.”

Y/N turns to her dad, already sensing the argument rising.

“It’s important to me,” she says softly. “I haven’t seen them in weeks.”

A beat.

Her father looks at her—really looks—and nods.

“It’s okay. Go with your girls. We’ll all meet for ice cream after, yeah?”

Y/N exhales. “Yeah. That sounds perfect.”

Her mother mutters under her breath as she clears plates. “She’s just trying to be difficult.”

Her dad shoots her a look. “She’s eighteen. Let her breathe.”

The girls are already seated at the sunny corner table when Y/N walks in. Her dress moves with the breeze, her sandals clicking confidently on the tile. Light makeup. Fresh smile.

Heads turn.

She slides into the booth, cheeks glowing. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You look so good,” Amelia grins, handing her a mimosa. “Someone’s giving main character energy today.”

Y/N laughs. “Let’s make it count.”

Later

They pick the place. Outdoors, bright umbrellas, soft jazz playing. A little whimsical.

Y/N’s already there when her family arrives—Silas walking a few steps behind them, sunglasses on, a relaxed smile on his lips.

Until he sees her.

Her hair loose now. Laughing at something Amelia whispered. Leaning in. Free.

She doesn’t look at him.

She looks radiant.

Alive.

And not his.

Scene: Ice Cream Shop – The Showdown in Plain Sight

The sun is warm. The patio is lively with chatter and clinking spoons. Y/N sits at a shaded table with Amelia beside her, her family across the way. Silas stands just behind her, a looming shadow in designer sunglasses.

“I’ll take strawberry, with chocolate drizzle,” Y/N says confidently to the worker at the counter.

Silas steps in beside her.

“You usually get vanilla.”

She turns, just enough to glance at him.

“And today I want strawberry.”

He lets out a soft laugh, smooth and artificial.

“Strawberry’s sweet. You’ll like it.”

She’s already paying, talking to the cashier. “Yeah, I think I’ll decide that myself.”

Her voice is light, but her words are blades.

Behind her, Amelia watches closely. Her eyes narrow.

That’s him? she mouths silently to Y/N.

Y/N doesn’t answer—but her shoulders tighten.

They sit. Her mother, all polite smiles, pats the spot beside Y/N and gestures for Silas to join.

“You should sit with her! We never get to see you two together.”

Y/N forces a smile.

“Actually, I was talking to Amelia.”

Her mom huffs. “Don’t be rude.”

But Amelia cuts in smoothly, wrapping an arm through Y/N’s. “We were mid-convo about her applying to that college program next fall. Big news.”

Y/N jumps on the lifeline. “Right. Super important stuff. You know—real future plans.”

Silas’s jaw tenses behind his soft grin.

“I didn’t know you were looking at programs.”

Y/N takes a spoonful of her ice cream. “You don’t know a lot of things.”

Her mother sighs, clearly irritated. “Y/N, stop trying to be difficult.”

Amelia reaches across the table, grabs a napkin, and dabs the corner of Y/N’s mouth gently.

“She’s not being difficult. She’s just being her own person.”

Silas’s fingers clench on his cup. His spoon bends slightly.

He says nothing.

But he watches.

Listens.

Records every moment of her disobedience.

Later –

After the ice cream shop, Y/N and Amelia walk a few steps ahead while the others trail behind. Silas is distracted talking to her dad. Her mom lingers by the entrance, scrolling her phone.

“So?” Y/N asks.

“Yeah, no,” Amelia mutters. “He’s exactly what I thought.”

“Which is?”

“A walking red flag in designer cologne. Cold eyes. Possessive. Creepy quiet.”

Y/N doesn’t deny it.

“You need a way to stop your mom from shoving him at you.”

They pause by a storefront, pretending to admire a dress in the window.

“So what?” Y/N asks. “Fake boyfriend?”

Amelia shrugs. “Better than nothing. Or you could tell her you’re going to a girls-only college. Or that you’ve taken a vow of celibacy. Or that you’ve fallen in love with a girl from camp.”

Y/N laughs quietly. “She’d combust.”

“She’d back off Silas, though.”

Then Amelia leans in, quieter: “Or we get him to think you’re no longer a challenge.”

Y/N’s expression darkens. “I don’t think he’ll ever see it that way.”

“Then we change the rules.”

Across the street, Silas watches through the glass.

He can’t hear what they’re saying, but he can see the closeness, the smiles, the soft touch of Amelia’s fingers brushing Y/N’s arm.

His jaw ticks.

That girl’s poison. She’s pulling her away.

His eyes trail back to Y/N.

Her smile. Her freedom. The way she laughs louder now than she ever did with him.

And she wore that dress for someone else.

He turns his cup slowly in his hand, letting melted ice cream drip down onto the sidewalk.

You can play your little game, angel. But you know where you belong. You’ll remember soon enough.

Later That Night

 Amelia’s room smells like peach lotion and new laundry. A vinyl spins softly in the background, and string lights glow against the walls. The windows are cracked open, the summer air drifting in.

Y/N is curled on the bed, legs tucked under her, chewing her lip. Her phone is face-down. She hasn’t touched it in an hour.

“Alright,” Amelia says, sitting at the desk with her laptop open. “Here’s the deal. We make him think you’re not special anymore.”

Y/N frowns. “How?”

“We rewrite your story,” Amelia says, turning to her with a sly smile. “You’re not the sweet little camp girl anymore. You’re not soft. You’re not waiting. You’re already taken. You’re distracted. Unavailable. Emotionally messy. He won’t want that.”

Y/N stares. “You really think he’ll believe it?”

Amelia smirks. “He’s a man who wants control. Not chaos. Let’s give him chaos.”

THE PLAN

The Fake Boyfriend “We need someone real. Or at least real-looking. We post just enough to make it believable—no thirst traps, just softness. Familiarity.” Y/N raises a brow. “You’re talking like this is a CIA op.” “It is,” Amelia deadpans. They scroll through names until Amelia grins. “What about Jack? From camp. The art counselor. He’d do it.” Y/N blushes. “He did have a thing for me.” “Exactly. Message him. Tell him it’s a favor.”

Online Presence Shift “Archive the old pics. Rebrand. Add subtle captions. A shadow of a guy’s hand. A blurry kiss. A tagged smoothie date. Enough to make Silas itch.” Y/N opens her Instagram. “He watches everything. He doesn’t like. He doesn’t comment. But I know he watches.” Amelia grins. “Perfect. He’ll see it and seethe.”

Emotional Distance “Next time your mom pushes him at you, say you’re dealing with something personal. Cry if you have to. Say Jack broke your heart and you’re not ready. Say you’re confused about your sexuality. Hell, say you’re in therapy and your therapist says he’s triggering.” Y/N laughs. “Oh my god.” Amelia shrugs. “Do what works. What hurts.”

Midnight

They sit cross-legged on the floor. Y/N’s phone buzzes—Jack replied.

“He said yes,” Y/N says, shocked. “He said, ‘Anything to protect you. Just tell me what to post.’”

Amelia claps once. “This is it. Let’s make it subtle.”

They upload one photo:

Y/N sitting on a picnic blanket. A guy’s shadow across her lap. The caption? “Peace > chaos.”

No tag. No face. But just enough to cause doubt.

Then another story—two milkshakes, two straws. No explanation.

Amelia leans over and whispers:

“Now we wait.”

 Elsewhere –

Dark. Quiet. A single lamp on.

Silas sits at his kitchen counter, scrolling slowly. He stops on the photo.

Y/N’s dress. Her knees folded. That shadow. That caption.

He zooms in, trying to see if it’s someone he knows. He checks the likes. No tag. Just one comment—Amelia, with a heart.

His jaw ticks.

She’s lying. She’s pretending. She's not that girl. She’s MINE.

He walks to his private office. Unlocks a drawer.

Inside:

A printed photo of Y/N from the camp. A scrap of the ribbon he gave her. A burner phone.

He dials a number he hasn’t used in weeks.

“It’s time,” he says. “I want to know where she is, who she’s with, and when she’s alone.”

He ends the call and breathes in through his nose.

“Let’s see how long this little rebellion lasts, angel.”

Two Days Later 

Y/N is on the couch scrolling through fake “Jack” DMs, doing everything Amelia taught her: responding with just enough warmth, leaving the notifications visible on her lock screen, and letting Silas see it online without ever naming the guy.

But it doesn’t take long for her mom to find out.

“Y/N,” her mom snaps from across the kitchen. “Who the hell is Jack?”

Y/N freezes.

“He’s just… someone I met at camp.”

Her mother slams the spoon into the bowl. “You’ve had a boyfriend this whole time and didn’t tell us?”

“He’s not my boyfriend. It’s new. And private.”

“Private?” Her mom’s voice is sharp. “What’s private in this house?”

Y/N’s eyes flash. “My life.”

Her mom’s face goes pale, then red. “I knew this would happen the minute you left. That camp filled your head with rebellion.”

“No,” Y/N says flatly. “It reminded me I’m not a doll.”

 That Night 

Her mom is still simmering. Her dad sits quietly, sipping his drink, not saying much. He keeps looking between them like he wants to speak up—but doesn’t. Y/N doesn’t blame him. Not fully.

Her brother, though? A menace.

“Sooo,” he says, grinning as he shovels mashed potatoes into his mouth. “What’s Jack like? Is he ripped? Do you two, like, hold hands and cry about sunsets?”

Y/N groans. “Shut up.”

“Does he wear friendship bracelets? Does he sparkle in the sun?”

“Seriously. Shut up.”

“You’ve known him two weeks and already posted thirst traps. That’s wild.”

She nearly throws a roll at him.

Her mother interrupts, cold. “It’s not serious. It better not be.”

“It’s real,” Y/N says softly.

Her mom scoffs.

Her dad finally speaks, voice low. “Maybe we should… give her space.”

Her mom turns on him. “This space is how she ended up with him.”

Y/N drops her fork.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”

 Elsewhere 

Silas is in his gym office, door locked, music low. The room smells like leather and chalk and the faint trace of blood.

He’s scrolling. Again.

Another photo of Y/N. With Jack’s arm draped around her shoulders. A laughing boomerang in her story.

He replays it. Over. And over. And over.

He zooms in on her face. She looks happy.

Too happy.

The phone shakes in his hand.

You think he makes you feel safe?

He throws the phone across the room. It hits the wall and falls to the floor with a crack.

He breathes—slow, deep, teeth clenched. His taped fists flex.

Then—

Rey, his manager, knocks lightly.

“You okay?”

Silas doesn’t answer. He just wipes his hands down his face and speaks low:

“I need her back.”

Rey sighs. “She’s not property, Silas.”

“She was mine. Before she even knew it.”

Rey leans in the door. “What are you planning?”

Silas doesn’t look up.

“Something that’ll make her remember who she really belongs to.”

Next Day 

Y/N is at the library with Amelia and Jack, smiling, headphones on.

Her phone buzzes.

She picks it up and sees an image.

Her heart stops.

It’s a photo of her bedroom window… taken from outside the house.

Caption: “You looked cold last night. Thought I’d check in.”

Amelia leans over, sees her face go pale.

“What is it?”

Y/N just whispers:

“He’s not giving up.”

Scene: That Afternoon – The First Crack

The front door slams harder than usual.

Y/N looks up from her laptop on the couch, startled.

“Ow, ow—don’t touch it!” her brother groans from the entryway.

She hears her mother fussing, her dad cursing softly under his breath.

“What the hell happened?” Y/N asks, rushing to the hallway.

Then she sees him.

Her brother. A black eye blooming fast, raw and purple-red. His lower lip split at the edge. Sweat still clings to his shirt, and his gym bag is barely slung over one shoulder.

“Jesus Christ,” Y/N breathes. “Who did this?”

“Silas,” he mutters, eyes glassy from adrenaline and humiliation. “During sparring. Said I dropped my guard.”

Her mom sighs. “Accidents happen.”

“Not like this,” Y/N snaps. “That’s not a training mistake. That’s a warning.”

Her father nods tightly, but says nothing. Her mom hisses, “Watch your tone.”

Her brother pulls free from her dad’s hand.

“He said it wasn’t personal,” he mumbles, heading toward the bathroom. “But it felt like it was.”

Y/N doesn’t say a word.

She just stands there, heart pounding, watching her family unravel while his fingerprints show up in bruises.

That Night – 

She doesn’t sleep.

She tries. She lays in bed, lights off, window cracked for air. But every sound makes her flinch. Every branch that taps the glass feels like a fist on the door. She stares at her phone, fingers trembling.

Nothing.

No text.

No call.

But she knows something’s coming.

She gets up, washes her face. Braids her hair to distract herself. Brushes her teeth even though her stomach hurts.

And then—

Buzz.

Her phone lights up on the nightstand.

1 new message. Unknown Number.

“Come outside. Be quiet.”

She stares at it, breath caught in her throat.

No emojis. No threats. Just a command.

She peeks through the curtain.

The street looks empty.

Her chest tightens.

Don’t go. Don’t go. Don’t go.

But something pulls her forward anyway.

She tiptoes down the hall, careful not to wake anyone. Her brother’s door is closed. Her parents’ room is dark.

She unlocks the back door and slips out, barefoot.

The air is thick and still. No breeze. No bugs chirping. The streetlamps buzz faintly in the distance, casting long, soft shadows across the yard.

And then—

A car engine turns on.

Not loud. Just a low, quiet purr.

Her eyes lock on the black car parked just beside the curb, hidden partly behind the hedges. The headlights don’t come on.

But the driver’s side door opens.

Silas steps out.

Not in gym clothes. Not in his usual sleek suit.

A black t-shirt. Joggers. No smile.

He looks like something peeled up from the darkness.

“Took you long enough,” he says quietly.

She stands frozen on the porch, one foot still on the threshold of the house.

“You hurt my brother.”

“I warned you,” he says. “You wanted to play with boys. Boys get bruised.”

She swallows. “You did it on purpose.”

He walks toward her slowly, hands in his pockets.

“I needed you to remember.”

Y/N doesn’t back up. Not physically. But her body tenses.

“You think the little photos and shadows and fake dates were enough to get rid of me?”

He stops two feet away.

“I watched you laugh with him. With her. You wear your rebellion like perfume. It smells good on you, Y/N. But it fades.”

His eyes drop to her bare feet, then back up—devouring.

“You looked softer in the dress I picked.”

She trembles.

He leans in just slightly. His voice lowers.

“Come with me. Right now. One word, and we disappear. No one wakes up. No one cries. You and me, how it was meant to be.”

Y/N forces her breath through tight lungs. “No.”

He smiles—but it’s hollow. A flicker of rage coils under it.

“I won’t ask again.”

Her fingers twitch against the doorframe.

“Then don’t.”

A beat of silence.

His jaw clenches.

“You think you’re safe behind those walls?” he says, stepping back. “You think Jack or Amelia or even your bleeding brother can keep me away?”

His smile sharpens.

“You’re dreaming, baby girl.”

He turns, walks back to the car. The door slams. The engine hums louder.

And he’s gone.

Just like that.

But the scent of his cologne lingers in the night air.

She locks the door.

All three locks. Slowly. Carefully.

And then she slides down to the floor, her back against the door.

Hands pressed over her face. Legs shaking. Tears slipping down—but silent.

He’s not done.

He’s just beginning.

[Time Skip – A Few Days Later]

It’s been quiet.

No texts. No flowers. No photos from the shadows.

Silas has gone completely silent.

Y/N isn’t used to silence anymore. Not from him. Not after everything. Every quiet hour starts to itch beneath her skin. It’s wrong. Off. Suspicious.

She told Amelia the morning after the porch.

"He came to my house. At night. He hurt my brother. And I almost—I almost opened the door."

Amelia wanted to tell someone. Call someone. Go to the police.

But Y/N knew better.

“If we press him too hard, he’ll press back harder.”

They waited.

But the silence never cracked.

Her Mother?

Still sugar-sweet in front of her husband. Still stone-faced and cold behind closed doors.

Y/N catches her smiling at a text she won’t explain. Humming to herself. Always pulling out her best wine glasses, like they’re expecting company.

What is your deal with him?

But she never asks aloud. Not yet.

Her Brother?

Feeling better.

He trains again, harder this time. Like he’s angry now.

“Next time he tries that shit in the ring, I’ll break his jaw,” he mutters.

Y/N doesn’t say it, but she thinks it:

There won’t be a next time.

Friday Morning

A letter arrives. Classy envelope. Her mother opens it at the counter like it’s nothing.

“Silas invited us to a weekend getaway,” she says casually. “Just family. His family’s cabin up north.”

Y/N freezes. “What?”

“Just for the weekend. You need some fresh air. Everyone does.”

“No. I’m not going.”

“He’s not even going to be there,” her mother adds, buttering toast like she didn’t just lie through her teeth. “Business trip. He said he’s disappointed to miss us.”

Y/N looks at her father.

He shrugs. “It might be nice. We’ve all been on edge lately.”

She bites her tongue.

Too quiet. Too clean. Too convenient.

But saying no will spark suspicion—and she’s tired. Tired of fighting her mother, pretending to be fine, watching her back 24/7. If he’s not there, maybe it’ll just be air. Peace. Quiet.

She agrees.

“Fine. But I’m bringing my own car.”

They leave Friday evening. The drive is long. Forests growing thicker the further they go. Cell service starts to fade around the last stretch of road. The sun disappears behind tall pines, casting everything in shadow.

The cabin finally comes into view:

A massive estate. Stone and wood. Wrap-around deck. Blacked-out windows.

By the time they pull into the gravel drive, it’s already dark.

Only a few outdoor lights flicker along the path. No movement. No cars.

“Told you,” her mother says cheerfully. “It’s just us.”

But something is wrong.

The front door is slightly ajar.

Her father frowns. “Maybe someone forgot to close it.”

Her brother gets out first, a little slower this time. “I’ll check.”

Y/N stays frozen in the car. Her hands grip the armrest. Her heart is thudding again, slow and deep.

He’s not here, she reminds herself. He said he wasn’t coming. Her mother said he wasn’t coming.

But her mother also said the last bruise was “just a bump.” And that “Silas cares about you, honey.”

Y/N finally steps out.

The woods creak behind them. The trees don’t move.

No sound.

Just the dark.

Her brother flips the switch inside.

Nothing.

No hum. No glow.

Her mom frowns. “Power must be out. It happens up here sometimes.”

Her dad grabs a flashlight from his bag. “There’s probably a generator.”

Y/N stands in the entryway, staring at the dark staircase that curves up to the second floor.

A cold draft slides down the stairs like breath.

And then…

Click.

The fireplace roars to life behind her.

He’s here.

She turns around slowly.

And there he is.

Silas.

Leaning against the stone mantle, one hand in his pocket, lit by firelight.

No smile. Just his eyes on her.

“Welcome home, angel.”

The power flicks back on mysteriously an hour after arrival. No one really questions it.

Her father shrugs. “Must be on a timer or something.”

The lights glow warmly. The fire keeps crackling. The house smells like cedar and spice and the faint trace of expensive cologne.

Y/N stays quiet most of dinner. It's late, but the food is already prepared—someone had been here. Everything’s already seasoned. Plated. Chilled wine already waiting in the fridge.

Her mother says, “Silas thought of everything, even if he couldn’t join.”

Y/N doesn’t speak.

But she watches Silas from across the table.

His hands. His calm smile. The easy way he leans toward her father, laughing like he belongs.

After Dinner – 

The plates are cleaned. The house hums with quiet comfort.

Her father and mother settle onto the couch to watch an old movie—something romantic and slow. He kisses her mother’s forehead. They look like any loving couple.

Y/N’s stomach coils.

Her brother disappears into the side room with Silas. A bottle of dark liquor in hand. She hears their muffled voices. Glass clinks. They laugh like they’re equals now. Like that black eye never happened.

“Just men talk,” her mother says softly. “Let them be.”

Y/N nods. “I’m going to bed.”

She says it casually. Calm.

But her hands are cold. Her breath is too shallow. Her back aches with tension.

He can’t do anything here, she tells herself. Not with everyone here. I’m safe. He wouldn’t. He promised…

She doesn’t believe it. But she needs to.

The guest room is beautiful. Candles flicker on the nightstand. The bed is soft, sheets freshly pressed. Her bag has already been unpacked—her nightgown laid out like a gift.

That makes her pause.

She doesn’t remember doing that.

She changes anyway.

The door creaks open just as she’s slipping into bed.

“Sweetheart?”

It’s her mother.

Y/N sits up, startled. “Yeah?”

Her mom enters slowly, a gentle smile on her face. She holds a glass—frosted, pale pink, filled to the brim.

“I made your favorite. That chamomile-rose drink with the honey? I know it helps your nerves.”

Y/N hesitates.

Her mother sits on the edge of the bed, brushing hair from her face. “I know I’ve been hard on you lately. I just… I worry. Silas swore he wouldn’t hurt you. And I believe him. He’s not… he’s not what you think.”

Y/N stares at her. “He already hurt me.”

Her mother’s smile twitches. “You’re overthinking. That’s what girls do. We spin stories when we’re afraid. But sometimes… being afraid of love ruins it before it begins.”

“That’s not love,” Y/N whispers. “That’s control.”

Her mother sighs and gently pushes the glass toward her.

“Just drink it, baby. Rest. Tomorrow will feel better.”

And because she’s tired. And because she wants—just for one night—to believe someone’s on her side…

She drinks it.

The taste is sweet. Familiar. Calming.

Her mother kisses her forehead.

“Goodnight, darling.”

She leaves. Closes the door softly.

Minutes Later 

Y/N sets the glass aside. Pulls the blanket up to her chest.

The room sways slightly.

She blinks.

Her fingers tingle.

Weird.

She tries to sit up—but her body doesn’t quite listen. Her arms move slowly, heavy like lead. Her head swims. Her thoughts slur at the edges.

What… was… in that?

She hears the door open again.

“Mom?”

But the footsteps are heavier.

Slower.

Intentional.

And the last thing she sees before everything fades—

Is Silas standing in the doorway.

Smiling.

“Told you I’d wait until you were ready.”

[ew-headyhearts]

EW HeadyHearts Masterlist

SFW

General

Body Headcanons (1) (2)

"Go piss girl" (Crack Hcs)

S/O Sleeps in abnormal positions

Edd

General Edd w/ a S/O

Edd bullies his partner (lovingly)

Edd bullying short S/O

Matt

(N/A)

Tom

Tom the sappy drunk

Tom w/ black cat energy

Tord

(N/a)

NSFW

General

Main 4 Topping

Aftercare (Slightly NSFW)

Squid gets high and writes general NSFW headcanons (1)

Yandere Main 4

Edd

(N/A)

Matt

(N/A)

Tom

Rock Me to Sleep (1)

Tord

(N/a)

[obsessivelyloved]

requests are open sooo,

Edd, Matt, Tom, and Tord realizing they all have the same obsession crush?

Maybe a small scenario at the end where you choose each one? and maybe all of them? I mostly want headcannons of the first part of I wouldnt complain if you made this part to

I would like to apologize in advance for the monster I've unleashed. This is so close to being 2,000 words in my google docs skjdvbdsbfsdj. Thank you for the request <3 <3 <3

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- This would be such a mess. After they all realize that they have the same crush on someone, it’d turn into a competition. They’d all do wherever they could to get their crush to like them back. At first, they’d all work alone.

- Edd would do whatever he could to get into the person’s good graces. He’d do things like draw them, do art pieces of their favorite characters or things he knows they're into. Be as sweet to them as possible and constantly give them things whenever they run into each other. If he has their number, he constantly sends them little doodles or puns.

- Tom tries his best to be sweet. He has lists upon lists of jokes written in his notes app on his phone to tell the person. Making them laugh works best to get them to want to be around him more and if he gets their number, he’ll record songs with Susan for them. Some are things he created himself and some are songs he knows are their favorite. When they hang out, he buys them their favorite drink and snack and just listens as they talk about their day.

- Matt will spend every second he can complimenting them whenever he runs into them. It sounds odd but it works since he sounds so genuine when he tells them that their outfit is so nice and where did they get that jacket? He thinks that if they know how much he knows they’re beautiful and amazing to him, that they’ll like him more than the others.

- Tord is. He has a plan. Does anyone know what this plan is? Absolutely not. One second he’s riling them up with flirty tones and casual touches, and the next he’s got them rambling to him about a topic he knows they’re really into. He’s very quick to get into their good graces. He’ll casually build them things. Or fix stuff they’re having problems with. They mention their phone is glitchy/slower than usual? He’s plucking it out of their hands and quickly fixing it right afterward. Gives them lots of cool stuff.

- If any of this is enough for their crush to pick them, then:

Edd:

Edd has never been more delighted and happy in his entire life. Perhaps he was being a little dramatic, but how could he have not? You chose him! Out of his friends, you decided you loved him the most and now he could spend every second he could with you in his arms.

“I like you too,” he said, with a large grin on his face. “Can I…. May I kiss you?”

Your face flushed and he wanted to burn that image into his mind forever. Your head barely gave the tiniest nod before he was pulling you close to his chest and kissing you.

His phone was blowing up in his pocket, constantly vibrating from the messages that were no doubt from his friends. However, Edd would deal with it later. Right now, he wanted to savor this moment. He never wanted to let you go.

Tom:

Tom is almost in a state of shock. Him? You really chose him? Wow.

His chest felt fuzzy and his face was warm. Without even giving you an answer, he leaned forward to cup your face and kiss you. You didn’t hesitate for a moment to kiss back.

Immediately his phone started going off like crazy in his pocket.

“Got somewhere to be?” You ask as you pull away from him.

Tom silently curses his friends for interrupting his moment like this. “No. It’s probably just my friends starting another dumb argument in the group chat.”

But just in case it’s something he’s actually needed for, he pulls out his phone to check the chat.

Tord: oh my god you did it. You fucking asshole I am going to shatter every bottle of alcohol you have in the house

Edd: Don’t listen to Tord. Matt and I are sitting on him and he can’t do shit. However. we are all going to fist fight you >:(

Matt: aw they’re kissing you???? I wish it was me :((

Tord: thomas once I get free of this prison I will cross the street and prove that they want to kiss ME

Matt: y’all I think we are.

causing a scene

People are staring at us

Edd and Tord are typing…….

Ugh Tom really should have just muted his phone before he met you at the cafe. He closes the chat and mutes his phone before shoving it back into his pocket.

“Sorry about that. It was nothing.”

You chuckle and hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Can we continue?”

Matt:

Honestly there was never a moment that Matt doubted that you wouldn’t pick him. Mostly. He was a little afraid that Tord would pull you in with his charm and flirts but! Nope! Matt has proved that he was better than his friends. Not only had you confessed that you liked him, but you were also holding his hand!!!

He actually really wanted to kiss you but he didn’t want to push his luck. Your hands were warm and they fit so nicely in his. Maybe he could kiss you on the first date? Yes, that would be great! He’d bring you flowers and chocolates and you’d say “Oh thank you Matt” and you cup his face to-

Oh.

Oh you were actually cupping his face right now with your other hand.

“You're so cute when you get lost in your thoughts,” you say.

You close the gap between the two of you to press a short, sweet kiss to his lips and pull away.

“Can we do that again?” he blurts out.

You laugh and let go of his hand to cup his face again, but with both hands, and just as he once saw from a glimpse of one of Tord’s magazines, he wraps his arms around you to pull you close.

Tord:

“Oh? You really like me, huh?” Tord slides his hands down to your hips and squeezes. He pulls you close, basking in every expression you make. The way your cheeks flush, the way you switch between embarrassment and interest. “Care to prove it?”

Despite him being the one to say that, he leans forward to kiss you. He holds you tight against him and only lets go once you start to push against his chest. A thin line of saliva hangs between the two of you and Tord almost loses it.

He wants to take you home so bad. He wants to press kiss after kiss against your heated skin and really show you how much he loves you. How good of a choice it is that you picked him.

But rushing things might send a bad message. Might tell you that he only wants to get into your pants and not cherish and love you like he actually wants you to know he will do. So he waits a minute for you to catch your breath before he pulls you into another kiss.

“I’d be delighted to go on a date with you,” he murmurs.

From a distance, he can hear a faint “FUCKING COMMIE BASTARD” and he throws his head back to laugh. Tom means nothing of it, he’s very sure of that. Just like how there will be no hard feelings with Edd or Matt either, who all have a good view from inside the restaurant across the street.

But just to rile Tom up, even more, he pulls you into a tight hug. He smirks in the direction of the tinted restaurant window and leans down to press a kiss against your neck.

More faint swearing and to his joy, he sees his friends being shooed out of the restaurant.

“How about we go back inside the cafe and enjoy a pastry? My treat.”

His arm is around your waist and you’re being pulled into the cafe without getting a single glimpse of his friends.

- If none of their advances are working, then they start to work together. It starts small, with Edd helping Tord rile them up. He gives them “joke” art of them blushing with Tord’s flirts floating in a speech bubble.

- Tom and Matt work together to get them to relax and tell them about their day. Encourages them to ramble on about the stories they’ve built up from having no one to really talk to. Matt compliments them and Tom runs one of his hands through their hair to ask what hair products they use.

- Matt is the worst with Tord. And by that, I mean he works so well with Tord in getting them flustered. They’re a bright red and sometimes a stuttering mess, but both Matt and Tord tease them and compliment them. They both casually hold their hand as they cross the street. Take turns to cup their faces to tell them how pretty their eyes are. Matt and Tord reduce them to goo.

- Edd and Tom have so many jokes to tell. Hearing their crush laugh just makes the two of them feel so warm. It’s so easy to fall into a routine of buttering them up with drinks and food and quiet, relaxing days at the park.

- Tom and Tord don’t actually hate each other. Their friendship is more of a rival thing, where they like to rile each other up and banter with each other. Sure sometimes they take things too far, but they work well together when they want to. If even only one of them has their crush’s number both of them will record songs together to send to them. Tord surprisingly knows how to play a little of Tom’s bass guitar and with enough practice, he’ll take turns with Tom on who plays and who sings. Both of them are really good singers and have covered so many of their crushes' favorite songs to send to them.

- If you choose all of them, you'll never have a waking moment alone.

All of them:

“I don’t really know a good way to say this but, um.” You take a deep breath and fidgeting with the hem of your jacket, you stare at the wall above the guys’ heads. “I really like all of you. That’s what I uh, that’s what I brought you out here to say.”

Your throat is dry and you swear you’ve never felt so nervous in your life. You can’t even bring yourself to see their expressions.

“Is that all?” Tord asks.

You flinch. “I’m sorry, I’ll just lea-”

Multiple hands are pulling you onto the bench with them, each of them having a panicked expression. You're sandwiched between Edd and Tom. They both hold your arms and Tord and Matt are standing in front of the three of you.

“We really like you too!”

Right after Matt exclaims that to you, Tord is leaning down with a determined expression. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses you. After a long moment, he’s pushed away by Tom and you’re barely given a second to breathe before Tom is kissing you.

And just like that, they’re all assuring you that they like you too. That they can’t wait to spend more time with you and they take turns kissing you and holding onto a part of your body.

By the time you’re frantically pushing all of them away to catch your breath for longer than a moment, your face is a bright pink and there’s at least one hickey on your neck. There’s honesty probably more but you won’t be able to confirm until you look into a mirror.

This went so much better than you imagined and soon, you were being walked to their house for a promised movie night.

[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.

[obsessive-sin]

Hi! If you couldn't tell, this is a yandere blog and does contain Dark Themes, so please head that warning. I do not support or condone these themes in real life.

My other yandere blog is @obsessivelyloved and it's where my sfw fics are. I've noticed that there aren't many yandere ew fic writers active so I made this blog separate from obessivelyloved so I don't have to worry about minors interacting with my sinsworld posts.

Obsessivelyloved was meant to be a multi-fandom blog and kinda is, but this one will stay eddsworld themed. Requests are open! So is the inbox, so feel free to stop by anytime :D

Sinsworld Masterlist #1 (Fics posted on obsessivelyloved)

Masterlist #2 (Fics posted on here)

Rules: (Under a Read More so it doesn't take up so much space)

OKAY to request:

- x readers

- If you want a specific gendered reader, specify in the ask because I typically try to write readers as gender-neutral as possible when I get normal "character x reader" requests.

- character x character (ships)

- Nsfw headcanons

- I'll write out most kinks, just ask first please

- Specific nsfw scenarios as long as they follow the above ^^^

NOT okay to request:

- Pedophilia

-Incest

- Anything to do with body fluids (besides maybe blood. Depends on how Gorey the request is and where blood comes into play)

- Yandere severely harming their person of obsession (ex: Yandere beats their love interest)

[dgknightblue]

Tord is not who he seems to be and Tom’s misunderstanding will get him in troubling situations.

[demigknight]

Cover Update!!

Here is the old cover:

Fanfic:

[1-800-hellraiser]

"could i rq headcanons 4 yandere matt eddsworld perhaps? :0 ((also could i stay anon lmao))"

Ofc! Sorry these were pretty late, I had to catch up on school :,)

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Yan!Matt Headcanons

Requested by: Anon

Words: 342

Pairing: Yan! Matt x Reader 

!Tws!: Yandere/obsessive behavior, mentions of murder, y'all know the drill

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💜 Matt may be self absorbed, but he's still kind of insecure in your relationship.

💜 He wants no one near you. Not even Tom, Tord, or Edd. 

💜 He won't hesitate to fatally harm or even kill people for you. 

💜 Usually, he would capture you and keep you in his room in Edd's house until he finds a place where he can move the two of you in.

💜 You're quite literally chained to the room. The chain is long enough to extend into his bathroom and that's it.

💜 No one is allowed to enter Matt's room other than himself for that reason.

💜 He's a very clingy yandere. He won't leave you unless he has to. He'll stay attached to your waist, laying his head on your lap.

💜 Fun fact! Matt has had multiple other s/o's, but they never lived to tell anyone about Matt's ways.

💜 He knows you're the one though, he'd never trade you for anything. Not even for a lifetime supply of mirrors!

💜 He's very tolerant surprisingly. He can take almost anything you'll throw at him. Literally and figuratively, he's very agile.

💜 He's a yandere that isn't afraid to hurt you emotionally (not physically). He's not afraid to yell or blatantly emotionally abuse you.

💜 Matt will take care of you when you're sick of course. He may or may not be a cause of your sickness....but that's not the point :)

💜 But seriously, Matt will make you sick enough that you will be forced to stay with him until you get better (this only happens if he can't kidnap you). 

💜 Yan!Matt reminds me of the song "Dollhouse" by Melanie Martinez.

💜 "Everyone thinks that we're perfect, please don't let them look through the curtains." That lyric specifically reminds me of what your relationship would be like. 

[angry-norsky]

Yandere Matt.

Idk this was a quickie,,, so technically a doodle? Idkkk

[bloody-demi-boy]

I got my tablet pen so guess who’s back to drawing!

[eddsworst]

yandere tord?

no.