#eddie gluskin x waylon park

[armad1ld0]

Miles was never one to follow rules😎

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[volcanicpeachy]

- "Let's f_ck, my angel -

I've grabbed you by the wings~..." —

[screamingheads]

Why do I suddenly, after almost a year of writing nothing, want to write a Weddie fic where Eddie is a dancer? Like, pls, someone stop me.

[bxtwings]

[WIP]

Eddie x Waylon lineart 🤠

Gonna be busy with study + major work so I’m not sure when I’ll finish this, so I’ll post the WIP <33

[bygoneafternoons]

My very first Outlast work!

Summary: After a night out with his best friend, Waylon vanishes into the night without a trace after meeting a stranger cast adrift on his street. But it’s all a pretense.

[ghestie]

I feel like Eddie would make Waylon cry alot

[vebzz]

"My Darling" Snippet

[Eddie Gluskin x Waylon Park & Lisa Park/Miles Upshur Fanfiction]

Small few paragraphs of my fic! It's the SECOND book to a series, and is in Lisa Park's perspective. Please practice caution when reading, just in case. <3 (please don’t reupload :> thank you!)

Lisa looked up at him to make sure he was okay, and Miles was watching her with a look that she couldn’t quite decipher. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his lips pulled downward at the ends. The way he watched her didn’t seem like… him.

She made no gesture that could indicate her nervousness under the man’s gaze, rather focusing her attention on tending to his wounds. Soon she had his fingers wrapped up, lacing the bandages around his hands to secure them. She did her best, worried that she’d pull too tight or put pressure somewhere that wouldn’t feel too good, but Miles was quiet the entire way through.

It was eerie.

When she was finished, she pulled back a little bit while Miles inspected his hands. He seemed pleased with her work enough, because he set them back down in his lap as he watched her once more.

Lisa leveled him with a stare of her own, pushing a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

“Why are you watching me like that?” She asked.

Miles’s gaze was unwavering. “I don’t know.”

“Well it’s creepy.”

At that, Miles tilted his head down to look back at the supplies that were on the table. “Do you think there’s enough there for everything else?” He asked.

“For..?” Lisa looked at him with confusion. She glanced to the table and then back at Miles, who sat there with a strand of hair falling over his eyes. Lisa furrowed her eyebrows as Miles pushed his chair back and sat straight up, shrugging off his jacket and setting it on the back of the chair.

“They shot me like I was some wild grizzly bear trying to attack them, but they were the only ones who were really armed,” Miles spoke, his voice bitter as he pulled his shirt over his head. Lisa averted her eyes, looking down at the floor as Miles did so.

“Well, that seems like them considering everything else they’ve done,” Lisa muttered.

“I don’t think they realized that me and the Walrider had… connected?” Miles questioned, and Lisa chuckled slightly at his confusion. What was someone supposed to call whatever had happened to them? And what was the Walrider really?

Miles shuffled around, the shirt in his hands, and Lisa looked up, grabbing it from his hold. She folded it and set it on the table. As she did so, however, her eyes came into contact with what Murkoff had done to him.

There were too many bullet holes. Too many incisions on his skin and impalements. Dark purple marks and scratches lined his collar bones, wrapping up around his shoulders and down his arms. Lisa’s eyes trailed down, catching the bruising around his wrists, and finally back up, to where similar bruising was wrapped around his neck like a noose.

“Jesus, Miles,” Lisa muttered, taking in the sight before her. Miles held his arms out, inspecting his skin and the marks that littered him. “Why did they do this to you?”

“They knew the demon was dangerous,” Miles explained, his eyes still focused on his skin. “It’s ruthless and will kill anything in its way.”

Lisa's eyes widened as she looked at him, her stomach filled with dread.

“Once they had Billy Hope in the engine, he had matched with it or something. I don’t think that had ever happened before Billy,” Miles said. “Something must’ve happened, because this thing was roaming free in the building with the rest of the lunatics inside of it.”

“Was this creature scared of them?” Lisa asked, and Miles shook his head.

“It was killing them. Controlling them. I didn’t know how at first, but now I know,” Miles said. Lisa watched as his eyes glazed over with a darkness she didn’t like. “It’s the hum. It had all of the patients there under its control, hence why the riot was so bad.”

Lisa wanted to ask about Waylon- ask if Miles had seen him inside, but she bit her tongue. Miles seemed defeated in his explanation, like Mount Massive had sucked everything out of him. Lisa couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. Miles was half of the same man Lisa had come to know before he’d gone up to the cursed building.

“That’s why they shot you,” Lisa guessed, and Miles made eye contact with her. His dark eyes glowed brightly. “They must’ve known you were holding the Walrider.”

Miles didn’t say anything to that. He just sighed and placed his elbows on his knees, slumping forward.

Lisa felt her heart fall looking at him. He looked so tired.

“Is that why you… Did you use it to escape?” Lisa asked, and Miles nodded. Lisa shuddered at the idea of what Miles had to go through; using the Walrider for his escape. If it was anything like Miles had explained, the results probably weren’t pretty.

“And Murkoff could still be after you because you still have the Walrider with you…?” Lisa asked, and Miles’s gaze was as intense as ever.

So the Walrider was here with them. Miles had it, which could explain some of the weird behaviors he had been exhibiting; the sudden bursts of physical aggression and hostility. The darkness that seemed to flood any room he was in.

Lisa thought back to when she had reunited with Miles. She’d seen his eyes glowing from the treeline, like he was stalking something. The way he’d sauntered up to her, as though he was ready to snap her neck at any moment.

“Do you want to hurt me?” Lisa asked Miles, whose expression changed slightly at her words. He seemed almost caught off guard by the question, or like a secret of his had just been discovered.

Lisa knew he wouldn’t lie though. And he didn’t, because he swallowed heavily and looked up from where he slumped over in his chair, meeting Lisa’s eyes. “Yes.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” She asked again, and Miles hesitated.

“I don’t know.”

Lisa could see it in his eyes. The darkness in Miles’s irises lingered, and Lisa didn’t know how to feel about that.

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My Darling (Wattpad Link)

My Darling (AO3 LINK)

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Let me know what you think! xoxo

~ Vebz

[momoiti00hell]

This is a doodle!

I had fun painting today, too.

[dr-mp3]

90% of eddie x waylon fanart

[briaensa]

This means everything to me still btw

[stardustpinkart]

"DARLIN'..."

Yeah I ship em

[volcanicpeachy]

- "It's too late, Waylon! You made your choice, and I will stop the clock at twelve o'clock in the afternoon – And I will turn back time again.

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There is no future, But the past is quite good for me. You'll stay the same as before – I, an ignoramus, oh-oh-oh, will have something to fix..." —

[boxjellyjelly]

maybe u guys will like this more than insta did,,,,, anyways,, genderbent eddie + waylon cuz they my skrunklies :]

[anyyyyram]

Happy Valentine’s Day!!💋

[scoutsurge]

OH HOW I LOVE THEM!!! + a speedpaint!! :3

OG inspiration under here!!!