Eddie x Waylon

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I’m leaving tumblr

I can’t interact with the people I actually follow here since this whole censorship thing started. I really want to talk to my mutuals but this site either hid their blog or disabled some functionality I want to use. I can see some notifications from activity but I can’t view them because of the sensitive media filter.

This site is giant mess and I really don’t want to be part of it anymore. I’m leaving my blog as is, and if tumblr staff shuts it down then whatever.

I’m on Twitter as ptchwrkeddway. I’ll be posting my art and any updates there.

To @wanderingquill, I can see your messages but I can’t open them, I’m not even sure if tagging here still works :( I can only see you on rednoonsun’s patreon and I miss talking about eddway ;( 

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...eddie promised him a new macbook pro in exchange for dressing up

nsfw-ish extra under the cut

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for @wanderingquill​ - thank you for linking me your beautiful omega eddie fic (；∀；) is it illegal to make a fanfic of a fanfic lol

Heats typically last a week, ten days at maximum, but the constant need for release blurs the passage of time. In between passionate sex and sleep and shoving food and water until the next round starts, Eddie lost himself in the arms of his alpha, who murmured reassurances, you’re doing good, so beautiful, my lovely omega. 

So for him to wake up without the insistent heat in his veins, Eddie blinks awake in confusion. Even Waylon, who came in to their nest carrying a tray of sandwiches, looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Are you alright?”

Eddie slowly sat up, running his fingers through his hair. “I-yes? I think so.”

Waylon carefully balanced the tray on his thigh and leaned forward, placing a hand on Eddie’s nape and inhaled his scent. He stayed there for a few seconds, before pulling back.

“You smell different.”

The older man snorted, reaching for a sandwich. “That’s because I haven’t bathed in, what, a week now?”

Waylon was silent for a while, and then, “Eddie, it’s only been two days since your heat started.”

That made him freeze mid chew, his mind stuttering at the sudden news. His mind retreated back into the very first omega care booklet he read when he was a child and hasn’t presented yet. A successful conception interrupts the heat to protect the omega’s body from strain in preparation for carrying a child.

He swallowed and reached for the bottle of water on their nightstand, feeling Waylon’s eyes follow his every move. He knows, of course his alpha would know. But denial eats away at the blooming optimism, what if it’s a fluke, maybe the suppressant fucked his biology, this was their first heat together-

A hand gently reached for his, and he exhaled in surprise. 

“Eddie?” Waylon’s eyes were filled with worry, his hand pinching Eddie’s palm in an attempt to ground him back to reality. “I... Do you want me to go to the pharmacy later? I’ll buy a test, if you want to... to check.”

Eddie closed his eyes and leaned forward, brushing his lips against Waylon’s, before nuzzling his mate’s cheek. “Maybe tomorrow, Darling. Though I wouldn’t really get my hopes up.”

Fingers ran through his messy hair, and he could feel his heart slowly returning to normal as the scent of his alpha permeated in the air. “Yeah, okay. Since your heat’s technically over, we should clean up and do the laundry.” Waylon pressed a chaste kiss on his shoulder. “But food first, alright?”

Eddie nodded, pulling back with a soft smile. “Alright.”

Later that night, as they snuggle under clean sheets, Eddie laced their hands together for comfort, once again his mind considering at the possibilities.

"If it comes back positive... what should we- I mean, are you even okay with that?”

Waylon squeezed his hand, pressing his body closer to him. “More than okay, love. Whatever’s the result, I’ll be here for you.”

What Eddie didn’t know at that time, was that Waylon’s sense of smell is hypersensitive, more so that any other alpha. Which renders any pregnancy test redundant, but if it helps with Eddie’s tendency to overthink stuff then he’d be more than willing to accommodate.

Either way, his promise stands.

[patchworkweddingdress]

@wanderingquill it’s that time of the year for omega eddie again ;D

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cuddly and sappy drunk waylon, wrapping his arms around an easily flustered eddie, whispering how much he love and adore him and hey handsome wanna go somewhere quiet and makeout for an hour?

eddie makes sure that he stays sober on their group outings, mostly for waylon’s sake but also because his heart can’t handle his shameless flirting

[wanderingquill]

@patchworkweddingdress , @messinwitheddie @inkykiralavellan

Drunk Waylon walking back with their drinks from the bar and just sits sideways on Eddie’s lap. Drunk Waylon teasing Eddie’s neck and saying

“Hey Stranger,happy to see me?”

Eddie blushing and stuttering in response.

[patchworkweddingdress]

1 drink - waylon sticking close to eddie and throwing some cheesy pickup lines just to see him blush

2 drinks - cuddle monster waylon won’t let him go unless eddie needs to use the toilet, either sits on eddie’s lap or he makes eddie sit on his even though his legs falls asleep in a minute. their friends are making fun of them oh god someone please steal and break miles upshur’s camera i’ll pay you 50 bucks

3 drinks - waylon aggressively recites a long monologue about how much he loves eddie and how perfect his hair is. people are making bets about how hard eddie’s blush could go. miles gets a year’s worth of blackmail material.

4+ drinks: “GET A FUCKING ROOM YOU TWO”

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"I missed you."

"... I just went to the bathroom."

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cuddly and sappy drunk waylon, wrapping his arms around an easily flustered eddie, whispering how much he love and adore him and hey handsome wanna go somewhere quiet and makeout for an hour?

eddie makes sure that he stays sober on their group outings, mostly for waylon’s sake but also because his heart can’t handle his shameless flirting

[patchworkweddingdress]

i was reading @wanderingquill omega! Eddie fic and had the urge to draw this at 3 am 

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quick stress doodle 

sorry still getting the hang of it

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I have so many AU’s I’ve officially paralysed myself from writing ._.

Here are some of them, just to organize my thoughts lol

Detroit: Become Human AU: Waylon is a scientist visiting Detroit for the first time to observe the android environment, and he leaves Detroit with a deviant hell bent on wooing him. Just... Android!Eddie who is either a wedding tailor’s helper or an android whose purpose is to become the perfect husband and “awakened” after losing his owner(s). [I’m gonna make a short fan comic on this one once my tablet arrives aaaaaaaa]

Assassins AU: Based on the movie Reign of the Assassins, Eddie is one of the best assassins of their guild, who was tasked to steal a mystical artifact from their king and ended up killing the king and the crown prince. While on his way back to the guild, he met a monk who kicked his ass and convinced him to change his ways. Eddie, still holding onto the artifact, followed the monk’s advice, got a face surgery to disguise himself, and left for another city to live as a cloth seller. He fell in love with Waylon, a scholar from the kingdom he just left. Things were turning for the better, until his former guild tracks him down, and Eddie discovers that the man he married was not a scholar, but a prince on a mission to avenge his father’s death.

If You Let Me Stay: This is actually a story with a completed plot, but I’m too overwhelmed to actually write lol. Eddie suffers from schizophrenia since he was a small child, and was rescued from an abusive home by his aunt. He hallucinates a person named Waylon, who keeps him company and reminds him to take his medicine. Associating Waylon’s comfort with the medicine, Eddie followed doctor’s orders until his 15th birthday, when Waylon warned him that he’s getting weaker until he disappeared completely. In desperation to see Waylon again, Eddie overdosed until he was taken to the hospital to pump his stomach, and was under constant therapy for three years until he was released to go to college. There, he meets his roommate Waylon Park, who is a perfect carbon copy from his childhood except for his smartass attitude. Eddie struggles to live with this reality, while Waylon tries to figure out why his roommate is so scared of him.

Bully AU: Eddie and his friends were feared in their school for their reputation as bullies who never bowed down to any authority. Eddie crosses path with Waylon, the new student council president, and decides to try and make him submit for shits and giggles. Too bad Waylon’s an absolute sadist who has been watching Eddie for a while, and has a burning need to completely humiliate and tear down the bully.

Soulmate: Colors AU: You don’t need to see colors to sew a white wedding dress. Eddie works as a tailor specialising in wedding attires, living in dull shades of gray, until one day Waylon, a blind man accompanying his engaged sister, enters his shop, and Eddie’s world explodes in color. How can he tell his soulmate, who was blind since birth, that he exists?

The Dragon Bride: While investigating a cult engaged in human trafficking, Miles and Waylon were caught and sacrificed to literal dragons buying “human brides”. Waylon was sold to a massive black dragon called Eddie, who isn’t actually interested in human brides but heard from other dragons that it’s the hip, new thing to have one, and now Waylon is stuck in his hoard castle bored out of his mind. Deciding to humor his bride, Eddie shapeshifts into a human form, and good gosh golly would you look at the clock it’s honeymoon time why didn’t you tell me you’re fucking hot

[doppelbodt]

When your readers are expecting an update but you started three new fics instead

[justapegacorn]

Oh no

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2 more weeks... and i can finally afford to buy a tablet... more eddway fanart for all the fics i’ve read that deserve some art coming soon aaaaaaaa

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Outlast (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eddie Gluskin/Waylon Park Characters: Eddie Gluskin, Waylon Park, Miles Upshur, Simon Peacock Additional Tags: Eddie as the Walrider Host Summary:

With the death of William Hope, the Project Walrider requires a new host. Waylon sees him, from behind the screen, his eyes bright and focused, his gaze sharp and piercing, like a striking punishment from heaven.

Eddie Gluskin is the new host, and he wasn't lying about the advancement of his Morphogenic Engine therapy.

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A small animation thingy that I’ve been working on for a few weeks.

I’m really happy with it, even though it has it’s rough spots, I put as much as I could into it. :D

Based off a moment in a Waylon/Eddie fic from Outlast: Whistleblower.

(I made a scene from it, so you can guess it’s pretty good)

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AU where Waylon is a demanding, bossy bottom and has Eddie completely wrapped around his little finger. ∩(︶▽︶)∩

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weddie + 44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

Whoops my hand slipped ;D Thank you for the ask!

In retrospect, he should’ve already gotten used to the all consuming fear. He’d been only exposed to the Morphogenic Engine therapy for a month, and the results have not been insignificant. Doctors and scientists praising him for his amazing progress while he was constantly fed with mind altering medicine that brings nothing but hyper realistic nightmares. Dreams where he watches his wife and children die, over and over again, in every gruesome ways possible.

Then came the time when he no longer knew the difference between reality and his nightmares, and grieved for the death of his family.

As the dreams became repetitive, his numbness halted his progress, and they had to reintroduce a new brand of fear. And while they were testing a new batch of hallucinogenic, the Walrider broke out of confinement and started the riot.

Waylon’s first instinct was to hide somewhere abandoned, where staff and patients aren’t allowed. He’d seen the layout of Mount Massive Asylum back when he was still one of their engineers, and he’d listen to the whispers of doctors. The Project Walrider is too important to waste time on the well-being of the patients, so the recreational area and the vocational block have been untouched for months.

He’d been running, no longer terrified of the doctors after seeing them explode into pieces before his very eyes. Despite their inhumane ways, they were still human. And humans are killed all the time.

He didn’t even think about revenge or even spitting on one of the doctors who would casually touch him inappropriately during testing. All he needed was to run and hide.

He chose the vocational block as his temporary shelter the moment the sky opened and rain poured heavily. The static on the back of his head buzzes as he shivers in a corner, curling on a dirty towel he found on one of the counters.

“Darling?”

Waylon jumped, and he glared in the dark. A looming figure approached him, a heavy set man wearing one of the hospital robes. His face was heavily scarred, his bloodshot eyes trained on him like a predator.

“…Eddie Gluskin?”

The man didn’t reply, just slowly padded towards him. Waylon pressed back against the wall, already thinking of escape scenarios in case this one attacked him. Eddie Gluskin isn’t exactly a friendly face in the asylum.

Eddie stopped in front of him and grabbed one of the towel, dropping it on Waylon’s head. He pat his head twice, before gently wiping his hair in a rhythmic fashion.

All Waylon could do was look up at him in confusion.

“You’re soaked.”

“No shit, Captain Obvious.”

Eddie clicked his tongue, crouching in front of him and cupping his face. Waylon immediately recoiled in panic, and suprisingly Eddie let him go.

“You’re freezing, darling.”

“I’m not your darling. We don’t know each other.”

“You know me, though.” Eddie tilted his head like a confused dog. “You know my name.”

“Yeah, and I bet you don’t know me. You’re just popular in the ward, Gluskin.”

Eddie snorted, standing up. “I think I’d like to get to know you. Now’s a good time as any.” He stretched out his hand to help him up. “What’s your name?”

Waylon blinked several times. He stared at his hand for a long while, then burst out laughing.

“Hm? What’s so funny?”

The former software engineer shook his head, a wide smile on his lips as he accepted Eddie’s hand. He hasn’t felt good in quite a while. “I’m Waylon. Nice to meet you, if you’ll ignore our current predicament.”

Eddie smiled back, but his was a bit unsure. As if he think Waylon is bonkers. Tough shit, then.

“So Eddie,” he began, not letting go of his hand. The heat of his palm is a welcome blessing compared to the manhandling of the doctors. “Do you have any hobbies?”

They spent the rest of the night together. Waylon watched him gather all the available fabric in the vocational block and plop down in front of a sewing machine. They talked about every possible thing that doesn’t concern the asylum or the Morphogenic Engine or the patients and staff killing each other outside while Eddie steadily created a patchwork of an outfit; long sleeved shirt and pants. He offered to make a jacket for Waylon, but the programmer declined.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged as he put on his new clothes.

As the riot continues and the night gets deeper, the gravity of their situation turned for worse. They could hear the Walrider lurking by outside, the static driving both of them to their knees, tainting their visions with madness. Waylon watched Eddie kill the patients and staff who wandered in their area, staining his clothes with blood and viscera. After taking his victim’s life, he would turn to Waylon with confusion and helplessness, like he didn’t understand why he kill. There seems to be two moralities fighting for control in his head, and for once Waylon didn’t felt alone in his suffering.

“Maybe we don’t need to die here,” he told the larger man, as they drag the dead bodies into a corner. “We could… we could go out. Escape.”

Eddie laughed. “There’s nowhere for me to go, darling. I have no one outside waiting for me.”

Waylon shrugged, ignoring the pet name and wiping his hand on a rag. “I don’t have anyone either. But I really want some nachos, and if you come with me I’ll treat you.”

“We don’t have money.”

“Christ, Eddie.” He groaned, turning to face his companion with an annoyed frown and his hands on his hips. “Then we’ll steal from Murkoff! It’s not that hard dumbass! Fuck, if I could steal from Jeremy Blaire, that’d be great.”

The larger man just shook his head with a disbelieving smile. “Fine. For your nachos, we’ll try.”

“Good,” he huffed and took Eddie’s hand into his.

The only thing that Waylon didn’t like about the vocational block is that he couldn’t find any working clock. There wasn’t a hint of sunlight outside yet, so he assumed it’s around two in the morning. They walked back to the sewing machine Eddie was using earlier, Waylon dragging one of the ratty mattress close so he could lie down.

He listened to Eddie’s humming and the clacking of the sewing machine, a cacophony of temporary peace as he close his eyes to rest.

When Eddie went silent, he cracked his right eye open to look over him.

Eddie was staring down at him, an unreadable look in his face.

“…what?”

“Dar- no, Waylon… did you… did you really mean it? That we’re going outside?”

Waylon sat up slowly. “Yeah. Why? You changed your mind?”

He bounced his leg on the side, looking down on the bundle of fabric on his lap. “I just… I don’t belong there. I’ve been confined in a mental hospital for years. There’s no place for me outside.”

Waylon stared, contemplating his answer. He got up and stood beside him, cupping his face gently, mimicking their first encounter hours ago.

“There’s no place for Murkoff in this world too, you know. I’ve lost a lot of myself in this place, Eddie. And I’d be damned if I stay here.” He pressed their foreheads together. “If you really believe you don’t belong there, then I’ll make a place for you. You don’t have to be alone anymore, Eddie.”

Eddie didn’t say anything, and he feared that maybe his words weren’t enough. But when he pulled away, tears were welling up on his companion’s bloody eyes, his face looking a little weary and a little too hopeful. Waylon stroked his cheek with his thumbs, a small smile on his lips.

“Thank you, Waylon.”

“We’ll just need to be careful when we leave. I heard the guards talking about sending Murkoff Tactical here to clean up their mess.” He pinched Eddie’s unbruised cheek in jest. “That means we have to survive. No dying, okay? If you die, I’ll, um…I’ll… I’ll kill you.”

Eddie laughed loudly, his shoulders shaking as the stray tears fell from the corner of his eyes. Waylon tried not to pout as his cheeks burned with embarrassment, pushing away the overwhelming fondness gathering in his chest because holy shit that’s fucking cute. “Try again, darling.”

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send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

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