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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: My Everything
Part Four: The Secrets Withheld
It was a cloudy morning, no weather report mentioned rain or the chance of the sun shining other than today would be one-hundred percent cloudy. You didn't mind, not one bit. After all, you had something far more important to focus on.
You found his name, Eddie Gluskin. You knew what he did for a living which was painfully obvious, a tailor. You knew his weekly schedule, everything he did from Sunday To Saturday. And you were goddamn proud of it.
It's official, you two are definitely meant to be. And no one would get in your way. You'll get rid of them, before they could try anything. Now, today was the big day, you were going to go into the shop for the first time! Your hands trembled as you picked up your keys, taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror.
Everything was perfect, from your feet and up. It screamed you. You walk out the front door, starting your trek back to the shop, not many people were out today, which was even better news, meaning perhaps no one would be going into the Tailor shop.
Soon you stopped in front of the shop again, your heart pounding in your chest. You look into the shop, spotting the mannequins in the dark windows, but the lights inside the shop were off. You check the time, 9:15 A.M.. He usually opens a little before nine, why was the Tailor shop dark?
It didn't make sense, you know for certain he should've been here. You watched him for days, you know his schedule! Where is he!? Just as you were slowly starting to panic, you hear footsteps looking to the right to see Eddie Gluskin walking towards you with a smile on his face.
You found yourself unable to look away from his tall frame, his black hair neat as always, dark blue vest buttoned all the way and his white dress shirt had it sleeves cuffed a little ways above his wrists.
He walks closer to his shop, long strides slowly coming to a stop when he sees you standing there watching him in what seemed like awe. He smiles, and your heart flutters at the sight. If only you could get a picture, no video of his smile.
Of course this wasn't the first time you seen Eddie smiled, but this time it was directed at you, for you and only you. How could you not want to capture it and keep it forever? "Can I help you, Darling?" He asks with a small tilt of his head, you swallow hard, mouth becoming dry, tongue stuck to the roof of your damned mouth.
You had to say something, but you couldn't! How you wanted to pour your heart out, you practiced what to say when you came here today, so many times that you were saying it to Eddie Gluskin in your dreams, in your fantasies. And yet, here you were, speechless.
Your wanted to run away in shame and embarrassment, but your legs wouldn't listen to you. Eddie only chuckles, making your breath catch in your throat as he moves closer to his shop door and unlocks it, he opens it and with that killer smile of his, he waits for you to step inside.
You clutch your purse tightly in your hands, moving inside and nearly swoon at your progress. You made it inside the shop, you talked to him, you didn't run away, and he didn't call you weird or say you were creeping him out! Major progress!
"Give me one second Darling, why don't you have a seat, and I'll be right back."
As he walks past you, he motions with his hand towards a small seating area with a round coffee table with a few books on top of it. You slowly make your way over, sitting down on the small sofa and pick up one of the books, slowly going through it.
Sketches and designs of different women in different wedding dresses, some with veils of different styles and sizes and some without them. The dresses were different styles but they all had one thing in common, they were long, you couldn't see the women in the sketches feet or their shoes. None of the dresses were short above the ankles nor knees, nor showed any cleavage.
Some dresses stop at the collarbone, some were stopped at the throat. Some dresses were old fashioned while some were modernized but still not showing the shoes they wore. You felt a pang of jealousy in your chest, these women....they were beautiful, your jaw twitches.
He must've drawn these from the women who came into the shop. Leaving them out for anyone who came looking for dresses, how you wanted to burn the damned thing, you didn't like that Eddie saw and sketched these women, how he must've took hours and they were eating up his attentive gaze the entire time.
You could certainly do better than them, no contest. You slam the book close, tossing it onto the table just as Eddie walks back into the room. "Apologies my dear, I wasn't expecting customers today." He smiles walking over to you, perfect that means you had him to yourself with no annoying distractions.
"Ah, I can come back another time...."
You trail off getting to your feet, only for Eddie to stop you with a raise of his hand. "There's no need, you're here now." He smiles, looking down at the sketchbook and fixes it to the neat way it was before. "Have you found something you liked, Darling?" He asks lifting his blue eyes to you and you hold back on scoffing in disgust.
"I prefer something more physical, something I could feel and touch. Just because something looks right, doesn't mean it is right."
Your tone was blunt, Eddie raising his eyebrows in curiosity before chuckling softly. "Yes, you're right darling, my apologies." He gets to his feet, motioning for you to follow him as the two of you walked through his shop, you telling him what type of wedding dress you were looking for as Eddie listens intensely.
Any other person would've asked him why wasn't he writing anything down, but you knew he was taking in every tiny detail of your words, and also planning to add some details here and there on his own. You've heard the soon-to-be brides asking for this, that and a third and Eddie Gluskin gave them exactly that...but with an extra touch.
Neither of them complained, all left extremely satisfied with a skip in their step and smiles on their faces. Now, the big question was, how would he satisfy you? You made it this far by practicing, you knew he wouldn't have customers today, it was usually a slow weekday where he rarely get customers, rarely but often times than not, he wouldn't get customers and would busy himself with fixing clothes that were brought, but it seems like even he didn't have that to do today.
How fortunate can you get?
How should you act now? You don't wanna be blunt and cold with your lover, no, no, no! You don't want him to run off, but you didn't want to be all, damsel in distress either. So how about somewhere in the middle? You smirk noticing a closed cardboard box out of the way on the floor, if you time it just right...
"Ah, and perhaps if it's not to much troub-"
You turn your head, snapping your fingers as if the thought just came to you and reach into your purse as you talk when you nearly trip and fall over the box. Eddie quickly reaches out, grabbing you firmly by the waist and pulls you tight against his body, your legs tremble and it took all of your will and then some not to fall apart then and there.
Eddie Gluskin was touching you, this is not a drill, don't moan, don't panic, don't faint. Your heart beats rapidly, your breathing becomes slightly heavier, you turn your head, looking down at the box and perfect your feign gasp of shock when you see you knocked over a naked mannequin as well.
"Oh no, oh no, no, no."
You say it low under your breath, a little bit louder enough for Eddie to hear as he asses the damage. Nothing was broken, but what about you? "Are you alright, Darling?" He asks looking down at you, but your face was turned away to look at the box and fallen mannequin.
He fails to notice the way you bit your lip, trying your best to hold back a moan as he spoke. He called you Darling, his arm was firmly around his waist, holding you tightly against his muscular body, you could smell his cologne, now you know which one to buy and spray on your pillow each night.
This was the best moment of your life, you could die in this moment as long as Eddie went first so he wouldn't be alone, besides no other bitch can have him. Only you, because he was for you, and you only.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I...."
You trail off, turning your head to him to answer him but turn to look back at the box and fallen mannequin, Eddie notices and chuckles deeply. "It's alright Darling, nothing is broken." He spoke in a husky whisper, heat pools in your very center, as your mouth goes dry.
You turn your head to look up at him, noticing his blue eyes were focused on the mannequin, was it wrong to feel jealousy over a mannequin? "Ah..." You start to shift in his arms, his eyes widening slightly and he blinks once, turning his attention back on you with a charismatic smile.
"Apologies Darling, forgive me."
He removed his arm from around you, once he made sure you were okay and not injured in any way before leading you back towards the main area of his shop. He promises to have some sketches drawn out for you to look at in a few days and you agreed, planning to come back then.
With his usual gentleman and charismatic smile, he sees you off personally, wishing you a peaceful and wonderful afternoon. Unbeknownst to you, he watches you until you disappear around the corner, before walking back into his shop.
He smiles remembering how you were pressed up against his body, how your heart raced in your chest, you wouldn't look up at him, your head always turned away, poor thing you were embarrassed weren't you? Who ever you get married to, he hoped they would treat you well.
What was the saying? Always the bridesmaid never the bride? Well, Eddie Gluskin was always the Tailor, never the groom. He seen so many women talking about their husbands, most had happy endings some didn't.
The ones that didn't would come back bringing their wedding dresses with them, and ask him to turn it into a formal outfit for them to wear, or gave the wedding dress back to him for him to deal with however Eddie deemed fit. He silently wondered what your fate would be, but also his own, would he ever be happy? Would he ever fall in love? Would any woman love him the way he loved them?
He just wanted a wife, a woman he could love and cherish, to be a wonderful husband, to be a father, a father he never had and....and....Was that so wrong? Not wanting to deal with more customers, he locks the door and turn off the lights, disappearing into the back and underneath the floor, going into the secret basement.
No one knew he had one, unless you knew how and where to look. There before him, was his last ex-girlfriend wearing a white wedding dress, that he made for their future together as she laid on her back, eyes closed for all eternity.
"Hello Darling." He whispers walking towards her and placing a hand on her cold stiff one, it was truly unfortunate that she decided to become a foul whore and cheat on him behind his back, and unfortunate for her to run straight to him after hearing that she was a suspect for the murder of the man she cheated on him with.
She begged Eddie to say she was with him (even though she wasn't) if the cops ever showed up to interrogate him. He promised he would, a lie of course, before hitting her over the head killing her instantly. It was while he was cleaning up the mess he saw the sonogram with her and the man she was cheating with name on it.
Did Eddie feel bad? No. And still to the present day, he did not. Whoever murdered the man before him, he silently thank them because if he would've gotten his hands on him....No, no, let's not think of the past. Focus on the present and future, for now....He would keep her down here for a little longer, before taking her body somewhere and dumping it.
For now, let police think she's on the run, give them a wild goose chase. With a smile, Eddie turns and walks out the basement leaving the corpse of his could've been bride alone in the darkness.
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: My Everything
Part Three: The Lady And The Tailor.
Spring. You stare up at the cherry blossom trees blooming with a dull, uninterested glare. It'll be troublesome to clean up the blossoms everytime they fell. How annoying... You sigh, heavier than you expected as you turn on your heel and walk back towards your place of work.
You'll admit, it wasn't your first choice, but at least you had something to do. Your boss had their good and bad traits, but at least they cared for their employees; giving you all a proper place to have your breaks.
Business was slow at the moment, giving you the opportunity to check around and see what needed to be done. On the TV, you hear about a young man being found brutally murdered in his lover's house. "Damn, wonder what he did to make her so mad?"
Your co-worker voiced as they watched the screen with peaked interest. "Cheating." It whispered from the darkness inside your mind, it sounded amused, of course it did. It was your ex's body they found. And by the looks of it, their lover was their main suspect.
Wonder how that happened....
You shudder, looking away from the screen and continue working. Your co-worker looking over at you with a teasing smile on their face. "She took his heart out? That's...." You trail off shuddering again, your co-worker laughs, teasing on how you are (supposedly) squeamish.
Behind closed doors and when you were alone, you didn't have to fake your emotions. But out in the public eye, you did to avoid drawing attention and being called a freak and weirdo. Whenever your lovers or those they knew end up on the news, you played the faint of heart role.
It worked in your favor, everytime. The rest of your shift passed in a blur, and you were more than ready to return home. As you walk down the sidewalk, looking at all the different shops of many varieties; desserts, coffee, flowers, etc.
You see a dress out of the corner of your eye. You freeze, turning towards the large glass window to get a closer look at the wedding dress on display. In awe, you lift your hand to the glass, touching the slightly warm hard surface. In the reflection, you see yourself, it was as if you were really wearing the dress.
The mannequins of the bride and groom were standing side by side holding hands. In the bride's left hand she was holding a small bouquet of white roses. The groom's suit had a small white rose over his left breast.
Marriage...Have you ever thought about getting married to either of your past lovers? You don't remember. Would you wanna get married? You never felt that urge to do so, only the need to keep the person you loved dearly close to you, no matter the cost.
But they never stayed with you long, something always went wrong. "Monster." "Quiet, I wasn't speaking to you." You grumble, pulling your hand away from the glass as if it suddenly caught ablaze.
It was then you notice him, your eyes widen in brief monetary shock when you see him standing beside the groom mannequin fixing the cuffs of the suit. His hands continue to work, but his blue eyes stared directly at you.
Your breath catches in your throat, your heart beats fast in your ears. The sounds of the city and it's people fade into the background, you were only focused on him. Your eyes roam over his frame, taking in every detail that you could through the glass.
He was tall, very tall. His black hair was neatly slicked back and combed down with an undercut, very fit from what you can tell from your position. The sleeves of the white dress shirt were rolled up a bit above his wrists, a dark colored vest with five buttons dark colored pants to match, and a small bowtie.
Your eyes travel up his body to his face, a heart stopping smirk brightened his handsome features. He motions to the right with his large hand, your eyes focusing on his entire face instead of his lips now. He was looking at you, motioning for you to step into his shop.
Your mouth becomes dry, he wants you to come in? How could you show yourself to him looking like this?! You were still dressed in your work clothes! You clutch your purse close to your body, quickly turning away and walking fast away from the Tailor shop.
No, no, no. This couldn't be happening, this never ever happened to you before. You were so damn unprepared. Damn it, you knew you should've wore something nicer. Why didn't you just keep walking?! You could've came back any other day, why did you have to stop today of all days, straight out of work?
You didn't stop until you got home, hands shaking as you crumble to the floor in agony. No words could explain how embarrassed you were....
It was a normal day for Eddie, he woke up around six this morning alone, took a shower alone and got dressed, ate breakfast alone, and finished the formal dress he was tasked to complete. His work day was the same, people coming in requesting their clothes to be fixed, looking around his shop to admire his work, and make requests for tailored clothes.
Sometime in the afternoon he took a break, eating a quick lunch before doing some light cleaning, as he was working on the groom mannequin in the window, he felt eyes staring at him. It wasn't odd for people to stop and stare through the windows at his displays or shop, he welcomes anyone inside with his gentleman charismatic charm.
And that's when he saw you, staring through the window at the wedding dress, there was a small glimmer of light in your dull eyes. It was different, but at the same time not. It was like a bride to be picking out a wedding gown, how he loved to see that look in their eyes, how they wanted the dress but wasn't sure it was the dress. And with his hands, he would tailor it to fit them, for it to be the one they were looking for.
If they liked the length but not the style, he would fix it, the color but not the design? Fixed. He just wanted to see them smile, enjoying what his hands created. He smiles, getting your attention, and motions for you to step inside, only for you to run away.
He watches you run away, confused before smiling softly and going back to work, you'll come back. They always do.
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The Twins x Female Reader: Part 3(?) : The End Of The End
With each passing day, she could feel something was wrong. The headaches, her wading vision, nightmares, body sweats and body aches. Thinking that she was coming down with something, she stayed in her room, only leaving when absolutely necessary.
Until, several days later. She woke up in the middle of the night. Well, at least she thought it was the middle of the night.... Everything was pitch black, she was sure she lit the oil lamp before bed, so what's going on?
When Y/N goes to get out of bed, her legs tremble underneath her weight and she crumbles to her knees, knocking over a glass of water that was placed on her bedside table.
Feeling the water touch her, she panics thinking it was the oil lamp, only to relax a second later when she feels it's cold. Ah, the water she fetched before bed. Of course. She chuckles to herself, though it held no real laughter.
She tries and fails to get back on her feet -willing her legs to listen to her and move and failed- tremendously. Strange, it was as if they were numb. She couldn't even feel them. She touches her thigh, pinching it with all her might. Nothing. Not even a twinge.
She bites down on her lower lip, the feeling of uneasiness pooling in her stomach. Her legs are numb..... paralyzed. She can't see......Blindness. Fever like symptoms, and even nightmares or more like hallucinations. T-These were the same things her mother experienced before.....
A chill slowly spreads throughout her body, and she chuckles breathlessly, shaking her head clear of those darkening thoughts. N-No, no....She has to be wrong.....Right? Of course she is....It had to be something else, no it is something else.
But what?
"Stupid?"
"Maybe."
"That she is."
Hearing the twins voices brings her out of her thoughts, nearly jumping out her very skin. "W-What?" She asks looking right where it seemed their voices came from.
But she was only met with silence. Confusion made itself known on her face, and seconds later, she flinches at the feel of warm air fanning her face. "Something wrong?" One of the brother's ask; this time the voice seemed closer but to her left.
"Seems so." Oh, one of the brother's were in front of her, judging by the fact his breath fanned her face, he had to be pretty close. She clears her throat, pulling back. "I.... can't see, nor walk."
"Doesn't make sense."
"She's joking around."
"Horrible joke."
"Very much so."
"I'm not joking, I'm serious." She wrings her hands together nervously, trying to figure out how to explain when she didn't know much herself. The twins look at each other, then look back at you before the black haired male steps forth and points the machete a hair length away from your face, confused at them being so eerily quiet, you scrunch your face in confusion.
Looking back at his taller -but brown haired- brother, the other steps forth and nudge your legs. Nothing, no reaction. "I-is something the matter?" Neither counted on what you did next, to happen. You moved your head, hissing in pain as the machete cuts into your skin.
You pull back, both hands coming up to cover your face. "What in the Walrider's great name are you doing?!" Your voice cracks, feeling the warm liquid coat your fingers as the metallic scent attacks your nose. No, you feel your face. Feeling the not so deep cut start at the center of your forehead and down to the bridge of your nose, it wasn't deep but still...
Were they trying to cut you in half?
"What's wrong with you? What were you thinking?!" Your voice rose, trembling in anger as you clenched your teeth to hold back tears. You don't know who did it, if so, you would've been yelling at the individual and not the both of them.
"Well aren't you foolish." The brown haired twin replies, but the comment wasn't towards you, it was towards his other -shorter- half. The black haired brother, stares at the machete, a bit of your blood stained the sharp edge.
Hearing lowly mumbled curse words, he looks down to see tears glistening in your somewhat dull colored eyes, you panting and sniffling ever so often. Your hands, and a part of your face was covered in blood from touching the slowly oozing cut.
"A taste." He picks you up, -leaning down so far was starting to annoy him- and places you on the bed. "Wha-?" Your eyes widen when you feel something warm and wet touch your skin. H-His tongue?!
Was he...licking you? Yes and no, he was tasting you. Licking your wound but tasting your sweet blood. The brown haired twin watches his brother with a blank expression, before taking your bloodied hand and licking it, the tip of his once pink tongue now stained with red.
You shudder at the weird sensation, listening, hearing and feeling them touch, taste and lick you. Yet, you said nothing to stop them; telling them how awkward and weird it felt. You only sat there, stunned and confused as you feel their breath fanning your skin. One tongue rough and wet on your hand, the other slow, wet, and warm across the wound.
It stung at first, but you were more focused on their actions to pay attention to how it felt to yourself now. They never done this before, not to any of the victims they butchered in the past. So why you? Why now? Neither of them had any ideas.
But perhaps cause they haven't killed anyone in a while? That could be it. But who was to know for sure? Once all the blood was gone, they stopped. Whatever urge they had was now satisfied. And you wanted nothing more, than to sleep it off. Though you did nothing, your mind and body was tired from the whole ordeal.
You slowly close your eyes, laying on your side as you felt for your pillow. The twins watch you, before the tallest pushes it closer to your hand and you fix it where you could lay on it. Proping yourself on your left elbow, you struggle to lift your your right leg with one hand.
You sigh heavily, planning on giving up when you feel hands touch you and help you lay on your back. One brother grab your legs, the other helping to position your upper half until you looked comfortable. "...Thank you."
The brothers weren't the type to respond much verbally, but one grunts at your thanks. You chuckle quietly, closing your eyes once more as you slowly fall into a deep welcoming sleep. The brothers stood on your left, looking down at you as you quietly slept, for how long? Nobody knows.
"Tongue, liver, mines, yours." The tallest states, looking at the other.
"Blood tasty." The black haired twin replies looking down at you, getting closer to your face and licking your none bleeding wound, your face twists but relaxes as he backs away.
"Agreed...No tongue, liver?"
"No." The black haired male replies.
"A waste then."
Neither of the twins bothering saying anything further and quietly leave your room, to wander the quiet church as usual. Father Martin finishes his prays to the Walrider before getting to his feet. The day was nearly gone now, he hasn't heard nor seen you since yesterday, has it finally kicked in?
Kissing his makeshift cross, he walks through the halls to your room and presses his ear against the door. Silence. Carefully and quietly, he opens it and sees you sleeping on the bed. The oil lamp was out, and felt cold to his fingers. It seems you never lit it. He quietly does so, a soft glow illuminates the small space.
Beneath his feet, he spots broken glass and a small pool of water. Did you break it trying to get up? That explains the cut down your forehead to the bridge of your nose. You must've cut yourself, poor thing. He'll have the twins clean it up before you wake, he knows it'll be difficult for you from here on out.
With a shake of his head, he pulls out a vile from his pocket. The odd color liquid swirled in its casing. A bit more, just enough to break your will and plead to the walrider for help. Your mother went through the same treatment, and just when he had her in his grasp, she was swept away by that damned nonbeliever.
He would've left her to her damned cursed fate if it wasn't for you, a child so pure and innocent to the world. He had to show you the way, the walrider commanded him to do so as his follower. Why he didn't need to command him, he knew it was his very duty from the start.
And so here you were, from a young age you praised the walrider at his side, believing only he could protect you and guide your late mother through the afterlife. It wasn't long when you hit your teens, that you stopped doing so. Just as he feared, you lost the way of the Walrider.
He had to do this, to get you to believe again. For only the Walrider is the way to true salvation. Whispering prayers in the small room, he carefully parts your lips, and pours the liquid into your mouth. You'll see, just like the many before you, you will beg and pray for the Walrider to save you from enteral damnation.
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: My Everything
Part Two: Lady Killer
Warning mentioning of SA
Happiness is hard to find, let alone to keep. Memories you wish you could erase and wash yourself clean of those who harmed you. Mentally, physically, emotionally, and lastly verbally. If there was truly a way to turn back time, or to wash oneself clean and pure like the winter snow, imagine how far people would go to get it.
Even if it was free, there are some who would be greedy to keep it to their-selves. There would even be some who would use it for bad reasons, instead of for good.
Fascinating. Isn't it? How one can go from being good to bad? All it takes is one push in that direction, and you've created a monster. But most times, it's never the victim's/survivor's fault for things that happen to them.
It's the monster and their sick mind.
Eddie Gluskin, what type of man would he be if those monsters never got to him? How many times did his mother turn her back on him when he was only a mere child begging for her help? The sorrow in her eyes, overshadowed by disgust. She feared her husband, but at the same time, how could she sit back and let what happened to her son happen?
Unfortunately for Eddie and his mother, the fear won every time. She would bite her nails or lower lip until it bled, trying her damned best to focus on her wifely duties and block out the noises until the ordeal was over. And even then, she couldn't bring herself to look her son in the eye afterwards.
The guilt ate at her like a hungry wolf tearing into its prey. Alcohol became her best friend, a lover that made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, bringing a beautiful blush to her cheeks. She drunk in secret, not even the bastard she was forced to call a husband knew about her addiction.
Even if he did, what would he do? He drunk like a fish out of water himself! And it was best to keep quiet about his bastard of a brother, at first, he didn't live under the same roof as them, but as he once put it; "his living conditions become unstable as of late." Leaving the bastard to live with them and able to do as he wished like his brother.
Mrs. Gluskin can't even begin to remember the countless times she felt and seen him watching and hovering over her. When she was in the shower, or simply taking a bath, she knows she's closed the door behind her, but it didn't help when she would feel eyes on her, seen the door open a crack through the bathroom mirror, or seen him just standing there, smiling creepily at her; 'I needed to use the bathroom, but unfortunately, you were in here.' That accursed damned lie.
Locking the door was futile, considering the house they were forced to share both the Master bedroom bathroom and the other one. Her husband would get furious and may even take the lock off again, let alone beat her until he was satisfied or couldn't wait any longer to shove a bottle of beer down his gullet.
To forget her pain and sorrows, she would wait until the bastards leave for their usual bar, grab her preferred liquor or wine for the night, play some music and soak in a long well-deserved bath. By that time, Eddie would've been dreaming of sheep but unfortunately, he was wide awake.
His small body grown immune to the sleeping medicine.
He made his way to the bathroom, finding the door ajar and his mother slurred voice singing loudly to her favorite song, fully submerged in the bath water up to her chin. her eyes glossed over as she stares up at the ceiling, taking a swig from the large suds covered bottle before letting it slip back into the tub.
Out the corner of her eye, she spots a tiny black-haired figure peering around the doorway, she smiles; laughs even, before telling Eddie he could come in. Hesitantly, he slowly made his way over to his mother, stopping a few inches away from the tub. She hums- a hymn he was quite familiar with- as she brushed a wet hand over his head.
"Mother loves you, you know that? She always has, and she always will." She spoke softly, staring into his blue eyes as she caresses his head. Moments passed before Eddie begins to feel drowsy again, a small yawn leaving his lips, making his mother chuckle softly.
"Let mama have a few more minutes, and she'll be in to tuck you into bed again, okay?"
He nods, turning around and making his way back to his small cold little room. On the way back, his eyes glance over to their room. It was quiet; no obnoxious snoring, loud laughing, or the sounds of breaking bottles being shattered. They must be out 'doing man things' as his mother once put it.
He makes his way to his room, not wanting to be caught wandering about the house after curfew hours, again. Quiet as a mouse, he slips back under his blankets and waits for his mother to arrive...
He awakes sometime later, music off and his mother no longer singing. He realizes, regrettably so, that he's fallen asleep. The house was eerily quiet, making him feel uneasy. Seconds later, he hears footsteps and his door creaks open, his mother.
She hums quietly, carrying a steaming mug of warm milk in her left hand as she quietly closes the door behind her. Unsteadily, she makes her way over to the bed and smiles peacefully at Eddie, he could smell the alcohol wafting off of her. Long dark hair damp from her bath, eyes red rimmed and puffy, she was wearing a white night gown that stopped at her ankles, and her hands shook slightly as she passes the mug to Eddie.
This time, the milk wasn't laced with anything. He could sleep normally tonight. He cautiously sips the warm milk, not wanting to burn himself as a childish grin makes its way onto his face. The mother and son duo sat quietly in peaceful silence, the moon shining through Eddie's window giving the room a soft white glow.
"Mommy's sorry Eddie." His mother whispers, he doesn't say anything, just continue to quietly sip from the mug until it was empty. Once he was finished, he holds the mug out for her to take and she smiles genially, taking the mug, and leaves his room as quietly as she came...
Nine. Years. Old.
Eddie Redacted Gluskin, was only nine years old when another monster came and took his mother away. Or maybe it was his fault, or maybe.... He didn't know anymore. He only remembers bits and pieces now. He wanted to forget, he wanted to forget it all. The blood, the monsters, the pictures,-leave it to beaver leave it to beaver leave it to beaver- the screaming, the crying, the body....
Oh, the body? Don't you mean Your Mother's Dead Body....Eddie Gluskin? His nineth birthday was excruciating, the monsters wearing the skins of his uncle and Father, gave him.... Gifts. Pictures of their.... loving memories together. And for his ninth birthday, they wanted to create new photographic memories. His mother gnashed her teeth together, drinking more than she usually do, the day passed in a blur; sounds were muffled like she was under water.
She passed out on the sofa, arm thrown over her eyes to block out the setting sun, her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She felt a hand touch hers, the bottle slips through her fingers and spills onto the rug. She slaps the hand away roughly, "Dirty filthy bastard *hic*, get away from me."
Silence. Followed by a sniffle, before footsteps hurried away. She didn't hear a thing considering she fell asleep again. Nighttime rolls around, it was around 10p.m. when Mrs. Gluskin wakes up again, somehow she managed to make it to her bedroom in her drunken state and proceeded to strip to take a bath.
She continued to curse her bastard of a husband and that god-awful brother of his. A child, let alone her own son. She sneers, picking up one of many empty wine bottles from atop her dresser and throws it in her drunken rage. She loudly curses them both.
"Damn you, you make me sick! I can't bear to look at you any longer." And the fact he gave her a son, that resembled his father by his looks? Even more horrifying. After everything he's done, he then turns around and tries to bed her right after?!
She couldn't bear the sight of that man, neither showed any signs of remorse when she found the pictures. She vomited over and over, that day. Feeling disgusted and hated herself for not noticing sooner. But she hated her husband more, and her brother-in-law he tried to seduce her behind his own brother's back, and she rejected every attempt.
When he stopped flirting and watching her, she should have known he was doing the same thing as her husband. The verbal and physical abuse continued throughout the years, Eddie's nightmares happened more frequently, the sleeping pills lost their effectiveness. So she used different pills and syrups to help him sleep throughout the night.
She didn't want her son to hear that man call her out her name; 'Whore', 'Slut', and oh gods the beating. Alcohol truly helped with the pain. Little did she know, Eddie heard and saw the whole thing. When his father would beat his mother, she would cry and give in to his demands, doing whatever he told her too.
When the beating was too much, he treated his wife with respect, in hopes -yet knowing- she wouldn't go to the police to report him for his crimes. In the small town they lived in, the other housewives were jealous of the Gluskin's married life. Outside the house, they were showcased as the little perfect family. A loving couple who loved their one and only son, with the charming and funny shockingly single uncle to boot.
Inside the house, hell reigned behind those four walls. Gloves were off, one-sided punches were thrown, mouths were unfiltered, and the son was trapped in the middle of it all. Mrs. Gluskin picks up another bottle, hearing the liquid slosh around inside it, she helps herself to it.
Forget. Forget.
That's right, that's all she wanted to do right now, forget everything for a moment and deal with it at a later time. She loved her son, truly she would die for him before she let anything happen to him. Yet....She feels like she failed- no- she knows she failed him when he needed her most.
That was the reason she started drinking, she couldn't face the guilt while being sober, it gutted her ruthlessly. A sob breaks the quiet, her lips trembled, before she could break down completely, she takes a large gulp from the bottle. Hard Liquor. It was typically a man's drink, but at this moment, she didn't care.
She stumbles to the bathroom, turning on the water and sits on the side of the tub to wait for it to fill up. Once it did, she turned the water off, polishing off the bottle before placing it on the floor near her feet. She lowers herself into the tub, slipping down until her chin touched the water. But then, she spots something out the corner of her eye, she quickly turns her head to see, scoffing when realization hits.
Eddie was standing there, peering into the bathroom. His blue eyes pierced the dim lighting of her room. His hair more unkempt than she remembered. Another nightmare, just her luck. She sighs, lifting a hand out of the water to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Go back to bed, I'll be in there in a bit. Okay?"
Expecting her son to walk away, Mrs. Gluskin slips further down into the bath and closes her eyes....It's been estimated that Mrs. Redacted Gluskin, died sometime around 11pm due to blunt force trauma. No one knew how or why, but considering the husband and his brother were both missing and the front door was found wide open the next morning by the neighbors, what else were they to think?
Either the husband or brother had something to do with the murder, or they both worked together. The small town was shaken to the core when they saw a body being brought out on a stretcher. Eddie was found by a neighbor standing nearby his mother's dead body, the sight wasn't gruesome, but somber.
The neighbor's report goes like this;
'I was leaving for work around 7am like usual, when I made my way to my car, I noticed across the street, their door was wide open. It was unusual; Redacted nor the missus were the type to just leave their front door open. I felt like something was off, considering their car was gone, and the lights in the house were off; well from what I could tell...
I made my way across the street, taking my pocket knife with me and called out to them from inside the house. No answer. The fear something was wrong grew more and more with each passing minute. Not knowing what I was going into, I went to get a buddy of mine and we ran back to the house with his shotgun in hand.
We checked through the entire house, nothing, at least....Until we found the master bedroom. The door was pulled close, but we could hear running water, I called out; asking if anyone was in there, to answer me.
Still nothing, I pushed open the door, the carpet was damp; my work shoes squelched with each step as I made my way over, I could hear the water more clearly, I pushed the door open and there way the son; his back towards me and he was looking at something in the tub.....Judging by the legs hanging out the tub; I knew then it was Redacted.
The kid, their son, he asked me was his momma dead. I didn't know I was standing beside him until he asked me that. She was laying there, motionless; eyes wide open yet staring at nothing. I turned the water off, I felt sick to my stomach, my buddy was on the phone with police. He looked like how I felt, I took the kid with me and we all exited the house.
It wasn't long after that when the police and paramedics showed up...'
Mrs. Gluskin was pronounced dead at the scene, the son was placed with a family within the town and a search was put out for the husband and brother, it wouldn't be until nine years later that the both of them were found along with.....disturbing photographs.
During the trial, Eddie Gluskin, who was eighteen years old, had a breakdown on the stand, just like nine years prior when asked about his father and uncle. Unfortunately, he escaped police capture when they tried to calm him down and was later pronounced missing.
The father and uncle both were sent to prison for murder, information redacted, you are not authorized to view any further. Days later after being arrested, they were found dead in their prison cells. The other inmates, nor the officers present at the time, knew anything. Those that live in the small town, at the time, had all moved away.
The horrifying secrets of the small town remains only in the memories of those that lived there and would remain with them even after death. Unfortunately, Eddie Gluskin was never found, and even then, nobody searched for it. Feeling that the young man suffered enough already.
All they ever hoped for, was that he was safe, alive, and living well....
WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM TO BRING YOU AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE! Earlier today, another woman was found brutally murdered in her apartment, police have yet to release more information but advises people to stay and remain indoors at night. Please check that your doors and windows are locked, and if you see anything suspicious, please contact the number listed below...
"Oh my, how unfortunate."
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: My Everything
Part One: Monster
Love was, is a fickle thing. Always forever changing, never the same. For good and for bad and for the worse. You never know what life has in store for you, but you can choose what to do with the cards you are dealt.
At least, that's what you always heard. You never could figure out what it meant to be truly in love and to be loved back, and when life came into play, it confused you even more. Were you destined, to be this way? Murdering those that betray you and hurt you?
Was there another option or choice you didn't take to escape this route? What awaits you at the end, your own death? At this point you would welcome it with an all knowing smile, and let it take you away in it's cold embrace.
Yet, here you kneeled; beside the damaged corpse of your latest lover, holding the pocket knife they gifted you for Christmas. The pocket knife and your hands were coated with dark blood, their heart cut from their chest and laid in clear view for anyone to see if they got close enough to the living room window.
Calmly, you get to your feet, picking up the heart and placing it in the gift box that was filled with broken glass. You wanted to hurt them, but in the end, you killed them. What else were you supposed to do? They cheated on you and on top of that a child was soon to be brought into the picture due to their infidelity.
You tried with this one, you really did. Ignoring the constant texts, phone calls and abruptly leaving at early and late hours to "go to work" or "help a friend". Closing the medium sized gift box, you turn to the stabbed corpse, the song 'I'll be home for Christmas' playing softly in the background. Blood stained Christmas cookies and glasses of milk now tainted pink from blood sat on the coffee table beside the body.
Sighing softly, you state. "What a mess." In a soft tone before walking away to clean yourself up and plan how to get rid of your late lover this time. The last one you fed them to their dogs alive, the one before died after you poisoned their food. And the one before.....You release a heavy sigh, walking to the bathroom to take a long well-deserved shower.
This was starting to become tiring, but you know where you got it from; your guardian. The person who raised you. They taught you how to properly clean up after a crime. Checking to make sure, you left no traces behind. As you step into the shower, the clear water changing to red as it swirls down the drain.
If you had siblings, you didn't know. You were separated from everyone except your guardian due to being different from the others, but the same as them(your guardian). You never knew what that meant till you saw them cleaning up their latest body at sixteen.
They didn't get mad, only smiled at you as they drop parts of the body in the fireplace as logs. The smell of burning flesh wafted to your nose, yet you held no reaction. "So they were right," they begin as they get to their feet. "You are like us."
"Us?" You questioned. "Those before me and you, my dear. You are special, different. Just by the fact you haven't showed any emotions these past nine years, tells me everything I need to know." With a smile, they walk towards a door and motion for you to follow. It's then, that you notice blood sticking to their clothes.
"Come, let me show you something. First you will learn how to properly clean up blood...."
Emotionless most of the time, but when you find 'The One' it's as if you had them the entire time. Your heart races, and you can't help but stare at them and watch them when they are in your sight. You try to be normal, wanting to patiently wait to see them again. But you would feel uneasy, restless and mind filled with thoughts of them.
What do they like? What were their dislikes? Favorite foods and drinks? Movies? Hobbies?
You wanted to know, you wanted to know everything about them so they would only focus on you. And you did, you found out by stalking them, watching their moves almost 24/7 and when you couldn't you snuck into the place and put in a microphone and camera.
It wasn't weird at all, you only wanted to make sure they were safe, okay, and living well. Anyone that made them upset, well, they were never seen again. How tragic. Where did you put the bodies?
You thought you did everything right, up to when they finally came to you themselves and asked out on a date, you had the same interest, the same taste, likes and dislikes. Strange.... But the two of you didn't mind.
Everything was great, until....
Slowly closing your eyes, you turn your back to the shower head, letting the scalding hot water cascade over you. You sigh, feeling the tension and stress leave your body and relax your mind. Exes are exes for a reason, buried memories are buried for a reason. Why open up the corpse filled closet?
Wait for them to turn to skeletons before you even consider those thoughts. You had to get rid of the corpse in the living room first, and on Christmas Eve for goodness sake.
And what about their lover?
"Be quiet." You murmur aloud as the voice spoken with humor in their usually emotionless tone.
"Come now, don't tell me your gonna let them go free? After all, they ruined our happiness."
"Leave me alone, I don't need you in my head right now." You wince pressing a hand to your temple as the familiar headache came about.
"'Right now'?" They smile, leaning against the shower wall in front of you with a cold sneer. "I see-" "You don't see anything, leave me alone." The last thing you wanted to do, was deal with them. "Aww, you can't get rid of me."
In a blink of an eye, they were standing in front of you, a crazed look in their e/c eyes a wide smile that left you feeling like killing them, wiping that damned grin from their face. Everytime you saw it. Even though they were you,- are you- identical from head to toe, you felt annoyed and irritated all the same.
As if knowing what you were thinking, they smile, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Monster." In a low growl, as they slowly pull away, they chuckle as you turn your back on them and continue your shower in mild peace.
Monster, huh? How so? Are you a monster for killing your exes? All you wanted was to be happy.
You find yourself asking once more, can someone like you ever truly be happy? Why did you always have to be betrayed, played with, taken for a fool. You did everything you could to make your lovers happy, and yet, someway somehow they were still unsatisfied.
And in return, instead of letting them go, you killed them. Letting them feel half the pain you felt. If that was so wrong, then yes, you will be a monster.
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Eddie Gluskin x Reader: 🥀 My Everything 🥀
(I do not claim the picture or characters, only the storyline)
"The world is so cruel."
"How so, my love?"
"Because I didn't get to meet you sooner, Darling."
In which two souls finds themselves growing tired of searching for love, only for it to end in death, pain, and agony.
Just as they plan on giving up, the two cross paths as if the universe wanted them together. Is it destiny? Or is this love determined to end in ruins with bloody shattered hearts?
"Do you love me Darling?"
"Of course my love, you are my everything."
(Coming Soon)
Honestly, I accidentally clicked the poll button and I couldn't get rid of it without deleting this whole draft, and I didn't want to. Plus why not do some requests, The Perfect Bride is starting to run dry and I am losing interest.
I have other drafts, but don't know how people would react to it. 😅 And I was wondering if people did have requests if they didn't mind my awful writing. 🤔 So why not?
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: The Perfect Bride- Morsel
Time passed in a mere daze, the rooms were changed and updated to be welcoming for new arrivals; more specifically, children. Eddie kept himself busy, creating maternity clothes of many designs, materials, and colors along with outfits for their future children.
Infancy and toddler clothes for girls, boys, and unisex. The styles of some were a bit outdated; from the seventies, eighties, and nineties. But Y/N decided to let Eddie have his way, if it made him happy, so be it.
Eddie's late mother's room was turned into his private tailoring office, it was bigger than the previous one. He dug up old fashioned mannequins and would tailor tuxes and wedding dresses while Y/N slept at night, humming to himself.
Y/N fell apart twice, in the late weeks of June and the first week of July. She lost one of her arms while she was watering her plants and the crows pecked at it, and her right leg when she was walking down the stairs one late afternoon.
She laughed the incidents off but Eddie didn't find it humorous. He feared she was rotting, but it wasn't the case. He didn't know why she was falling apart, so he kept a close eye on her when he could. As the days passed the nightmares slowly faded and was soon a distant memory.
Eddie kept his mind and hands busy, which was something he desperately needed. Y/N focused on the garden, fixing up their bedroom to have a more home and lively feel instead of old and dull. There was a total of five doors on the second floor; coming up the stairs with the first door on your right, was Eddie's and Y/n's bedroom.
The second door was Eddie's old tailoring room, it was small; only enough to fit his pedal sewing machine, fabric stacked around the room on different surfaces-dressers and such- and one mannequin. They haven't decided on what to do with the room yet, but Y/N still keeps it clean and dust free. And the third door was a small full bathroom.
On the left side, there is his mother's old room that has it's own private bathroom and beside that is the soon to be nursery. The room was kept locked, Eddie being the one holding the key and able to enter the room.
"For now, there is nothing for you to see Darling." Eddie stated, not looking up from his newspaper while Y/N was cooking breakfast one cloudy morning. "I will maintain the room for now, and once it is ready, you will be welcomed into it."
She never brought the room up again, keeping herself occupied so that her mind didn't wander back to it. As for the attic, Eddie hasn't been up there for weeks. And as usual Y/N never went up there either, unless Eddie brought her there himself.
She would never admit this to Eddie, but she would feel uneasy at the mere thought of the attic. For months ever since the break in incident, she would have dreams of Eddie killing her.
Him towering over her, tears in his eyes. His mouth would be moving, but she could never hear what he was saying, then, he would proceed to choke her. And that's when she would wake with a start, grabbing at her stitched neck. With ever second ticking away, so did the memory of the dream, until she couldn't remember at all.
But the feeling of uneasiness and doubt never ceased. She would find herself feeling restless, unable to fall asleep again and would stare up at the ceiling, or at her sleeping companion next to her.
Why would he try to kill her? Did she do something wrong? If so, what was it and why couldn't she remember? Should she ask him? What if he gets angry and tries to kill her again?
Her eyes widen, shaking the negative thoughts from her head before continuing to baste the Cornish hens. Eddie was her husband, her lover, the man that she loved that loved her back. He....wouldn't hurt her, right?
If so, then what about the dream? Why did she dream about her own death, a morsel of foreshadowing fear or doubt? No, she chuckles softly to herself. She knew why, it was cold feet. The wedding would be happening soon, and she was getting cold feet as the day got closer.
There was still a lot to do, and Eddie wasn't allowing her to help at all, but she wanted to do something. It was her wedding too after all. Hm, maybe she could surprise Eddie, find out what he hasn't done and work on it behind his back. Something he wouldn't notice right away of course.
She smiles to herself, butterflies in her stomach. She was being sneaky; a bit rebellious but not something bad that he would get furious at her for. Once she was free, she would make a mental list of things that she could do without him knowing.
She couldn't wait to begin....
#outlast#eddie gluskin#whistle blower#outlast eddie#the groom#father martin#the twins#miles upshur#richard trager#rick trager
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: The Perfect Bride- Just A Horrible Nightmare
The pain was excruciating, even though her body was numb, she could still feel everything. And her captor didn't care, he just wanted her to stop being such a Nuisance.
Was it wrong? To keep someone captive for your own happiness? It was clear in his eyes that such a matter was simply excusable. Nothing was to get in his way of happiness, for once he wanted something stable; something good to come into his life and with every mistake, it was clear he had to do it himself.
In bone chilling horror, she watches him sterilize the scaple with large steady hands. No matter how she begged and willed herself to not curse and scream at him, he still wouldn't budge, only brushing a comforting hand against her skin and whispering words of comfort to put her at ease.
But truly, it made her skin crawl.
He marked her; the sharpie markings on her wrists and forearm made her feel uneasy. Studied her, examined and monitored everything he could about her body. Until....
"I'm sorry Darling it seems things weren't-"
"Don't give me bullshit, you took my fucking hands!" The man winces at her loud voice, blood coated his hands and clothes and most likely his face but she couldn't tell, the room was barely lit. "You sick son of a bitch, I hope you rot in hell! I felt everything!" Her voice cracks, tears spilling from her eyes.
The man remained silence, stepping away from the woman after a few moments and back over to the small desk surrounded by books and folders. She couldn't see what he was doing; the medicine still present in her system. But when he steps out of view on her left side, she could hear paper rustling and books closing.
On her right side though.....Her stomach twists painfully; the sound of the bone saw, watching him cut through her bones.and stitching up her wounds. She seen a lot of horror films since she was fifteen, from the most brutal to the mentally scarring films.
But never in her life, did she picture herself going through things like that. Now, her thoughts have become a terrifying reality. Tears blur her vision, her breathing rattled as she cries. "Mother fucker, you're sick mother fucker. I hope you fucking die, you useless piece of shit."
Silence. Apart from the woman's heavy uneven breathing, everything else was eerily quiet. Was he hurt? Good, she didn't care, she was in pain. Terrible agonizing pain. Anything would be better right now than-
"...Darling...."
His voice was only a faint whisper, her eyes shift to where he could be standing, a sneer forming on her face, ready to hurl more insults and degrade the man further. But the words never came, they never formed on her lips. Only gurgled sounds left her bloodied lips.
Her eyes widen, the man stood over her; something shiny in his left hand as his eyes- which she could now see was blue stared down at her with a storm raging behind them. They seemed brighter in the dimly lit room, terrifyingly so.
She smiles, her teeth coated in dark blood as it spilt from the side of her lips, she laughs but it comes out gurgled; she was drowning in her own blood; suffocating. And he only watched quietly. "I'm sorry Darling, but you made me do this." His voice was filled with hurt, he lifts the scaple to her slit throat. He missed the esophagus, it starred at him, taunting him.
His hands moved before his mind could react. He whispers apologies over and over as he slowly drives the scaple into her neck, hearing her gurgles becoming increasingly distressed, before becoming quiet once more.
He sighs, standing to his full height to ease the pain in his back. Mistakes, he made so many mistakes. The veins and nerves were cut incorrectly, he would have to find someone else, and on top of that the medicine failed.
He would need to find new methods. Gas perhaps? Sleeping gas? Laughing gas? Or perhaps more drugs? The possibilities were endless, but to find the perfect woman is time limited. Soon, people would notice the woman went missing and her face would be everywhere if it wasn't already.
He knew better than picking her from the group of women dressed like whores as they went by him. But she followed him, flirted with him and pressed her whoring body against him. The amount of alcohol mixed with perfume wafting off of her made him sick to his stomach.
Then, he felt them. Touching his stomach, then his chest and finally his arms. Her hands, so soft and feminine. It sent shivers down his spine. Before he knew it, he was pressed against a filthy brick wall and she was getting on her knees.
No, her hands would be filthy! He couldn't let this whore ruin them. And now, here he was his work ruined by his own hands. Now, he would not only have to move back home, but also cover his tracks. And how should he get rid of this whore?! She was worthless to him now.
"Useless bastard, I raised you better than this."
He winces at the stern tone, his hands unconsciously forming into fists as he lowered his head in shame. Moments later, a pair of shoes step into his field of vision; covered in red dirt. "Seems like I have to teach you all over again, weak minded boy, just like your mother."
Rough hands roam over his arms, stopping to squeeze and rub his shoulders. "Don't be so hard on the kid, we just need to teach him again, he'll learn eventually." His uncle squeezes his shoulders again, placing his chin on his right shoulder as his body pressed firmly against him. "Right, Eddie?"
Eddie clenches his teeth, covering his ears as little whimpers left his trembling lips. "Leave me alone, I beg of you." Please, not again. "Come on kid, it'll be like old times! Me, you, and your father." He clenches his teeth, shoving them back before running away, he didn't know where, he just needed to escape.
He didn't get far, he felt someone grab him and pin him to the ground roughly, out of reflex he closes his eyes and held his breath, only for them to snap open and he found himself in bed covered in sweat. Panting heavily, he looks to his right to see Y/N sleeping on their side facing away from him, the bed sheets pinned under their arm.
He clutches the bedsheets in his hands, staring down at his lap as he tries to calm his racing heartbeat. He could hear the rain, but it did nothing to ease his terror. A nightmare, it's been a while since he had one, especially of his first kill. Eddie leans his head back, sighing to the ceiling before slowly laying back down and spooning his wife from behind.
He feels her body tense up, wincing at the motion, he fears he woke her up. Y/N blinks the sleep from her eyes in the dark room, feeling Eddie's hands and body against her. She shifts in his arms, trying to turn over to look at him but he only tightens his grip on her, and buries his face in her hair.
Nightmare.
This wasn't the first time it happened; Eddie waking up at night due to a nightmare and finding comfort in holding Y/N while she was asleep, though she didn't know what the nightmares were, she gave him comfort and did what she could to calm him again. His arms tighten even more around her frame, she shifts; placing her hands on top of his as the two silently listen to the hypnotic sounds of the rain.
Eddie silently cries into his wife's hair, he felt like he didn't deserve Y/N, not in this moment. He felt weak, sick to his stomach, and wanted nothing more for the lingering touch of those people to go away. If he closed his eyes, he could still see that man's sick sinister smile. He wouldn't be able to fall asleep again for the up tenth time. What a nightmare, what a horrible fucking nightmare.
#outlast#eddie gluskin#whistle blower#outlast eddie#the groom#father martin#the twins#miles upshur#richard trager#rick trager
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Waylon Park x Female Reader: Another Type of Healing (Part One)
There’ve been many times where you would ask yourself was this right? The number of times you've found yourself in his arms, and he would leave before it became awkward and uncomfortable, pretending the fact you two had kissed never happened.
And it wouldn’t be long after that before you two would take it a step further, finding yourself in your current predicament, having sex on the sofa and somehow ending up in his bed.
The same bed, his "wife" once slept in. But was she really a wife to leave her husband alone after everything he went through? He did what was right, exposing Murkoff for the low-down shit fair running behind the scenes, and if it wasn’t Waylon who exposed them, then who would?
You already knew who, Miles Fucking Upshur. At the thought of him, a gentle smile breaks out on your face. As much as you two fought, you couldn’t bear to hold any ill-will towards your own brother. Yeah, he may’ve been an over-confident Investigator when it comes to finding evidence, and an even more pain in the ass when it came to being the older sibling, but at the end of the day, all you had for each other was love.
With your parents dying when Miles just turned eighteen, and you were turning seven soon it was a huge blow to you both. Though your parents had money, it was going out the door as quickly as it came, leading Miles to take up odd jobs until he found one that wasn't "ass-grating." And, "Had a shitty boss."
Yeah, your brother had a foul mouth, it was amazing you haven't grown into his habit. Though, if you tried to say more than three curse words, Miles would've made you eat his dirty socks....again.
Your throat tightens as you try to hold back tears. 'It's not fair, he should be here. He should still be alive.' You silently curse yourself for thinking of Miles for this long, rubbing your eyes furiously to keep the tears at bay.
Gulping greedy amounts of air to steady yourself, you place your trembling scarred hands on your knees for a few seconds before wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. You jiggle your leg up and down, trying to get rid of the energy.
It was impossible, memories of your brother from the asylum invaded your brain. Chris Walker throwing him from the second floor, he was going for you, but Miles managed to get the giant man's attention on him at the last minute, and in a fit of anger, he threw Miles over the side.
Luckily, the idiot had no injuries. You immediately distrusted Father Martin from the get go, but as your brother said, neither of you had a choice at the moment.
Then that fucking lunatic of a 'doctor', you and Miles got separated not long after seeing Father Martin, and luckily saved Miles before he lost his fingers. The two of you then gave the fake doctor a run for his money, (figuratively speaking) and trapped him in the elevator where he died.
You would feel bad at that moment back then, but after what he was trying to do? Hell no. "Y/N, you saved me...Thanks." Miles mumbled as you two sat leaned up against a surprisingly clean wall. He looks down at his hands, moving all of his fingers and wincing when the poorly wrap yellowish bandage digs into the gash.
"Stop it you dumb ass, before it becomes infected." You seethed, punching Miles in the arm. Miles didn't react to your punch, instead continues to stare down at the bandages. "Y/N?" You watch him closely, hesitantly opening your mouth to speak.
"Yeah?" Miles swallows hard, running his non-injured hand along his pant leg. "I think I'm starting to lose my mind in this place. Fuck, you shouldn't be here damn it, you should be at home." His voice cracks at the end.
Miles runs a hand over his face, grinding his teeth together so hard the sounds made you wince. You haven't seen him like this since the last time you both visited your parents graves years ago. What you did next, didn't require any words.
You moved closer to Miles, watching his chest heavy as he tries to steady himself, he didn't like showing his weak side, to you, himself, or anyone for that matter. But there were times when he just couldn't hold back his real emotions, when things finally took a toll on him physically, emotionally and mentally.
You hug him, wrapping your arms around him and he does the same with his left arm; holding you tightly against him as he cried. And silently, you cried along with him. Both of your tears staining his pants and shirt, but he didn't care, not now.
A memory flashes in your mind as the two of you held on to each other for dear life; Miles sitting by himself in the dark living room of your family home, he had thought you were asleep but you woke up to get a midnight snack, and that's when you found him crying into his hands on the worn out sofa.
Miles was nineteen and you were eight, at the time you didn't fully understand how much of a strain everything was on him. But you were slowly getting it. He had many jobs, and after a certain amount of time; weeks, maybe even two months if luck had it.
Something would happen that got him fired, you remember those days; he would come home earlier than usual, going straight to his room and slam the door. Not long after that, you would hear him punching and throwing stuff as he cursed his heart out.
Not even a full day would passed before he was searching for jobs once again. At sixteen you were able to start working, Miles would tell you constantly that you never needed to, but you explained to him how many times you caught him crying from stress and exhaustion, how he gave up school when he was a senior just so he could work more hours, his terrifying work ethic.
And you just wanted him to take it easy for a chance, or at least aim for something he truly like. Miles had came home that day after another failed job search, finding you looking over job fliers that were posted on the corkboard at school.
He hid his face with one of your father's worn out hats, chuckling as he ruffled your hair to which you pouted and whined, but let him do it anyway. "You little shit, you taught you to become cool, huh?" "Not you obviously, dumbass."
"Careful there, I'll make you eat my dirty socks again, and who knows when was the last time I ever cleaned my room?"
Y/N sticks out her tongue, blowing a raspberry as the two siblings shared a heartful laugh, Miles wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest.
"Love you Y/N, you're an okay sister."
"Love you too Miles, you're an awful brother."
"What the hell?!"
You smile at the memory, nuzzling your head closer to Miles chest, his heart rate was normal, and he wasn't crying anymore; just staring blankly at the wall in front of you two while lazily moving his fingers through your hair with his good hand.
"I love you big brother." You whispered softly.
"I love you too, you little shit." A smirk makes it's away onto Miles's face, looking down at you, he shoots you the middle finger.
"....I hate you." His face falls immediately in shock and disbelief; eyes widening at your words. Only when you bury your face in his shirt, your shoulders moving as you muffled your laughter, did he realize you were joking.
"You little shit, I should kill you."
"Not until you go first, ugly."
"I'm handsome, damn it!"
"Who lied to you?"
"You damned-"
You pull away, getting to your feet as you sigh dramatically. "Come on lazy, let's continue and get the hell out of here." You hold a hand out to Miles, and he takes it, gratefully.
Once he was on his feet, he pulls out his notebook, writing something down with a ghost of a smile on his face before putting back in his pocket.
"Alright, let's go." He says pulling out his camera, while giving you a wink. "Let's put these fuckers in the dirt, I'm not stopping until I'm fucking dead."
The two of you continue forward, ready to face the unknown. Together.
"Miles...." You whispered in horror at the burning sight of the priest before you, turning your head away, you see Miles still staring....and even filming the horrific scene.
"Miles, STOP!" You reach for the camera, but the look in Miles's eyes stop you. "He wanted me to do this Y/N, he wanted everyone to see, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."
He looks up at the burning corpse of the Priest, watching his followers' now as the Priest slowly stops moving all together. "I'll show the whole world, how sick this fucker really is. I don't even feel anything about him dying in front of me. I actually want to laugh."
Miles chuckles bitterly, cursing the priest under his breath and out loud. "Their tongues and liver, mines. Yours."
"Miles, let's go." You state urgently, pulling on your brother's arm who only continues to laugh. "There's no time to go fucking Joker on me, let's go!"
"I want the one on the right."
"Why should you get fairer one?"
"You take her tongue, I'll have her liver."
"Indeed."
Miles steps in front of you, camera now pointed at the two twins you've met previously. "Touch my sister, I'll kill you." He growls, clutching the camera tightly as he swiftly changes the battery.
The twins stare at Miles blankly, before pulling out machetes and slowly moving towards you both. "More like they'll kill you, now come on!" You grab Miles by the arm, pulling him roughly as the two of you run away, not once looking back...
#outlast#whistle blower#miles upshur#waylon park#outlast waylon#outlast miles#outlast eddie#eddie gluskin#walrider#father martin#the twins#richard trager#rick trager#the groom
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: The Perfect Bride- Moving On
If you lived with the Gluskin's or at least knew them extremely well, you could feel it in the air that something happened. Something that disturbed the peace of the Gluskin's lives.
Yet, neither of the two that remained, showed sighs of grief. Eddie quickly disposed of his mother's body (To Y/N's relief), and the two quickly went back to their normal lives.
Well, tried to is the right way to put it. Y/N expected Eddie to at least show some sort of grief, but all he did was scold her for disturbing him while he was working.
She was baffled, telling Eddie the truth rather than going around the bush about the matter. She seen people grieving on television, from actors, crime shows, and news channel reports. All Eddie did was; run a hand through his hair and told her to stay out of it, that she wouldn't understand anything.
He was right, she didn't understand, but she wanted to at least try to so that she could be there for her husband. There had to be a reason why he hadn't let go sooner, why did he keep a dead body for this long?
Why did it take for Y/N herself to stage his mother's "death" for him to finally get rid of her? Y/N only sighs heavily, hearing Eddie close the door to his private work room.
Leaving her alone at the bottom of the stairs. Great, now what was she to do? Cleaning up Mother's old room should be a good start, then maybe she can water the garden, make lunch and then wind down with f/s or f/m (favorite show/movie) until it was time to kake dinner.
Things were gonna be quiet in the house for a while, but at least they were moving on.
#outlast#eddie gluskin#whistle blower#outlast eddie#the groom#father martin#the twins#miles upshur#richard trager#rick trager
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: Serenity
"All of you whores, are the same."
The woman slowly twists the large knife in her hand, the light catching in the sharp blade. The bloodied body slumped over in the burgundy arm chair, a stab wound to the center of it's head, a huge hole where it's heart once belonged, and a smile forever carved onto it's face.
The woman carefully places the knife at her side before getting to her feet, the white dress falling back into place as she walks back over to the corpse, lifting it's head up to look into it's cheating eyes.
"Did you ever truly love me Darling, if so why did you cheat on me with that filthy whore?"
Tears pool in her beautiful e/c eyes, she clenches her teeth together, trying to hold back the hot tears but fails as they spill over and run down her face, mingling with the blood.
"Damn you, I loved you so much Darling! But you, you were unfaithful to me!" She screams in agony, pulling at her hair as she spins around on her heel and over to the knife, she picks it up, holding it tightly in her grasp.
"DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU TO FUCKING HELL! YOU PIECE OF LYING SHIT!"
The woman pulls her arm back as far as she could before slashing forward, stabbing the body in the neck before the head could slump back down. She smiles, yet it seems more like a sneer or a snarl as she digs the knife deeper, through the esophagus and out the other side.
She giggles, poking at the bloody tip before caressing the body's cheek. "It seems like you're getting all choked up Darling, let me help you...." Without a warning, she pulls the knife forward, more blood splattering her and the dress. The head falls back, esophagus exposed, but split in half.
The woman pants heavily cooing at the sight as she runs her fingers in the fatal gore sicking wound, she was amazed that he was still able to bleed so much. Some of his arteries and veins were still attached, how wonderful.
"I gave you my heart, and yet, you played with it. Like the little whore I feared you would become."
She stands to her full height, humming the wedding march song as she slowly walks away from the body, picking up the handmade wedding bouquet made from the bitch she caught him with organs and lazily tosses it into his lap, landing with a soft squelch.
"How I loved, and loved and loved some more, yet in the end, I've still lost you." She whispers, walking away from the man completely, and out the way she came. As she steps out into the cool night, she looks up at the full moon, and smiles softly.
With a gently twirl, the veil falls at her feet. And slowly she disappears under the light of the moon...
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(TBC?)
I had an idea, to switch the roles of MC and Eddie Gluskin. MC is almost sorta like Eddie while he is a normal everyday average man.
Still a gentleman, but not forcing everyone to be his bride, MC on the other hand, is forcing men to be her husband, she seems like a normal beautiful woman, but she is actually a brutal killer, killing men who "cheat" on her.
Eddie Gluskin works as an Office Worker, his dream is to one day become a tailor, but with life being the way it is, his dreams are put on hold for now.
One day while drinking with some coworkers to unwind, he spots MC sitting alone, nursing a drink. What happens from there, who knows?
If you liked what you've read so far, I would honestly like to know. 😅
(Edit Jan/10/2023: Family drama and Depression is annoying....I can't remember when I wrote this.)
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: The Perfect Bride- Possession & Aggression
Days flown by, and Eddie couldn't have been any more excited for the future he pictured together with his Fiancee. It was hard to choose when to get married; at the end of Summer, sometime in Fall, or maybe in Winter when the ground and trees were covered in snow.
And that's not even counting their wedding attire, settings, scenery, food, drinks and music. Yes, Y/N made him contact Father Martin and tell the Priest the truth; it was close to nine at night when he finally let Eddie go from his scolding. Eddie made sure his Darling Bride paid for the four hours he was trapped on the phone.
It was safe to say she wouldn't try it again....maybe. The punishment wasn't bad; a few release denials but he eventually let her came in the end and he had the nerve to walk away after it with a devious smile on his face.
The nerve of that man!
The work being done around the house slowed to a minimum with Eddie working on the Wedding Preparations, no matter how many times Y/N tried to/offered to help Eddie would ignore her or shoo her away. He loved his Darling, but it was his uh, their wedding. It needed to be perfect, nothing could go wrong you only get married once to your perfect person.
Love comes around only once in certain people lives, and while they can, they should make the most of it. And Eddie Gluskin wanted to make the best of his love life, he had many whores come and go, none of them were made to be loved, none of them deserved his love.
Slimy little whores that played with his emotions and used him to their abilities, needs, wants, and desires.
But what about Y/N? How can you be so sure, she's the one and not like the others?
That was easy for Eddie to answer; Y/N made him feel loved, cherished and cared for. And in returned, he loved, cherished and cared for her twice as much. He would do anything, and he means anything to make sure his woman is happy and healthy. If anyone does anything to harm her, if anyone tries to ruin what they have-
"Eddie!"
With a start, Eddie drops the sewing needle he was holding, pricking his finger. "Damn it!" He hisses as he gets to his feet, droplets of blood falling onto the white fabric, staining it.
"EDDIE!" Y/N's voice sounded panicked as she struggled with dead weight, continuing to scream over her shoulder as she tried her hardest not to cry. Could Eddie not hear her? Is that why he's not coming!? But she couldn't leave, not now!
"EDDIE GLUSKIN, GET IN HERE NOW!"
The fabric.... ruined. Stained with his blood. All of his hard work, down the drain. Ruined.
Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined.Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. Ruined. RuiNeD! RUINED!
"EDDIE!"
Eddie kicks his chair, flipping his desk, the sewing machine crashing to the ground and rips the nearly finished wedding dress in half. He walks to the door of his private work room, throwing the door open with such force that it slams into the wall and the knob goes through it. He walks towards the sound of Y/N's broken sobs, stopping in the doorway of his mother's bedroom, ready to scold Y/N for interrupting him yet again, for useless nonsense.
But the sight before him, made him fall silent. His mother was slumped over in her reading chair, broken glass, water and blood on the floor beside her and Y/N was standing in it, crying as she held onto Mother's limp hand.
"Darling...." Eddie could only speak in a broken whisper, his eyes wide in disbelief and the lump in his throat was hard to swallow pass.
"Eddie," Y/N turns to Gluskin, tears staining her face and shirt. "Something's wrong with Mother, she's not breathing."
"And the last time you seen him?" Miles Upshur shoves his hands into his coat pockets, the woman before him, wearing a banana yellow sundress, holding the closed wet umbrella close to her side as she looks up at the cloudy sky.
"It's been a while, he usually comes by almost every week to pick up some flowers. I remember him because he was patient, always kind and when I was extremely busy with orders and customers, he was never yelling or throwing me insults...He would just stay back and patiently wait his turn. And just before he leaves, he would always say how much he loves the flowers on display."
The Florist smiles at the memory, squeezing the handle of the umbrella tightly as she looks up towards the grey skies. "It would make not only me feel better, but also make my day better." She sighs, as if a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders, before looking at Miles again.
"I can't say exactly how long it's been since I've seen him. He never would place an order; leaving his name. I remember his face and how often he would come by, so I would prepare the flowers beforehand."
"Any ideas on why he always wanted flowers? Any specific flowers with certain meanings he would ask for?" Miles places his notepad back into his coat pocket, inwardly feeling as if he wasted his time talking to this woman.
"He would only sometimes mention his mother; murmuring about how his mother would love these flowers, or, how it would freshen up her room and such."
Miles raises an eyebrow. "Nursing home, perhaps? Is there one near here?" The woman huffs, "Nope, just a cemetery not far that way." She points towards the left with a jerk of her chin. "Take Ol' Pine road and keep going till you come to an abandoned church, you won't miss it."
Cemetery? Abandoned church? Miles's interest was peeked, it wouldn't be the first time he's been to an abandoned place holding dark secrets of it's past. A smile slowly spreads across his face, he reaches into his pocket again, writing down his contact information and handing it to the Florist.
"If you can think of anything else that's important to the investigation, get in touch with me." Without another word, Miles dips back out into the now pouring rain, and rushes to his car. Finally, he had something else to go on, instead of being told no and threatened upon.
It may end up being a dead end, but it wouldn't hurt to try instead of doing nothing.
(I sat on this part for a few days, and instead of finishing it, my brain was coming up with another Outlast Eddie Gluskin x Reader idea.
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: The Perfect Bride- The Future Mrs. Gluskin
Weeks passed by and before they knew it, Summer was here and along with it, a blazing heat wave. Eddie had luckily made the deadline for getting rid of the body, Trager came to collect the requested parts of his recent customer and paid Gluskin seventy-five percent of the profit he made.
It was supposed to be eighty-fifteen, -Eddie claiming the fifteen percent- but it seems like something happened to Trager to make him more....Unreluctant.
Eddie also let it be known that he would be busy for quite a while, and he and his family would like to be undisturbed. So as of now, just like he's been doing the last week or so, he was working around the house, making sure things were up to date and ready for a growing family.
No, Y/N wasn't pregnant yet sadly but you can never be too ready. Y/N brought up the question of children one day while reading the stack of new pregnancy books Eddie purchased recently, 'How many did he want, personally?'
"A big family, Darling. Don't you want the same?"
Sure, she did. As long as it made Eddie her loving husband happy, she would do anything for him. Those very words sent Eddie's determination for not only a family but also to make Y/N his true, one and only wife, his main priority.
He's been working non-stop, day and night, to make the house fit for his children. A proper wedding bed, and large areas for his children to run, play and grow.
There was only one major issue in his plans...
But, he would handle it another day. Right now, there was something important he needed to do, and it needs to be pulled off, without any incidents.
Dinner went well; food cooked to perfection, and the champagne was delicious. Eddie was never the type to drink large amounts of alcohol, but he couldn't help himself tonight, he lost count after his fourth glass, and soon losing count on his wine intake as well.
He pulls on his tie, letting it fall to the kitchen floor as he leads Y/N out into the cool summer night, her chest warm from the amount of alcohol she drunk in the last few hours, she giggles burying her face into Eddie's chest as he wraps his arms around her, feeling his shoulders shake from his own quiet laughter.
They sit on the wooden porch swing in the -soon to be fenced- backyard, both watching the starry night sky and enjoying the sounds of nocturnal creatures of the night. Y/N sighs happily, leaning her head on Eddie's shoulder as he uses his thumb to make lazy circles on the back of her hand.
"Tonight was amazing, Darling. I don't think I could've eaten another bite." Eddie moves to kisses Y/N's neck, her bare shoulder, then nape making Y/N laugh as she pulls away with a teasing smile on her face.
"You dirty man, what if mother sees us?"
"Then Mother should learn not to be so nosy."
Eddie pulls Y/N onto his lap, a gasp leaving her slightly parted lips before he kisses her, wrapping a large hand around her right thigh and the other on her side to keep her in place. Moments passed before he came up for breath, both chuckling breathlessly as they stare into each other's eyes.
"I love you." Y/N whispers, placing her hands on both sides of Eddie's face, kissing his nose, forehead and finally lips once more. Eddie's strikingly blue eyes widen a bit, a few seconds passing before he smiles wide, laughing as he gets to his feet, still holding tightly onto Y/N.
She yelps, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck so she wouldn't fall as he carries her away -bridal style- from the house. "Darling, you are so...." For the first time in his life, Eddie didn't know how to describe his lover. She was magnificent, beautiful, amazing, talented, wonderful, and so much more.
He just couldn't find the words to describe all of that into one. As they stood in the middle of the woods, the house and it's lights out of sight, leaving only the moon be their light.
He let's Y/N down, watching her smooth down her formal dinner dress (that he tailored in her favorite color) before walking to the middle of the wide open field. "It's so peaceful, so quiet." She closes her eyes, soaking in the tranquility of their secret abode, she kneels in the grass, looking up at the moon and stars.
A few moments passed before she noticed Eddie was still standing a few feet away, watching her. She smiles, reaching a hand out for him to come closer. "Eddie..." She calls out to him and slowly he came closer....and closer....and closer still, until....
"Darling...." His voice was hoarse, a mere whisper as he gets to his knee, reaching into suit pocket with a trembling hand. "Forgive me." E/C orbs widening in confusion, Y/N watched as Eddie pulls out a small black box and carefully opens it, displaying a beautiful antique oval shaped diamond ring.
Y/N stares in shock, motionless as Eddie places the ring on her left ring finger with ease, he smiles, silently pleased that it fitted her perfectly. "Forgive me Darling, I've lied to you." He whispers taking her hand and placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist.
"Lied? About what?" Y/N stares at Eddie in confusion, as he gets to his feet, pulling her with him. "We..... we're not actually married, Darling." Y/N was dumbfounded, she stared at Eddie, eyebrows pulled together as she slowly shakes her head in disbelief.
"I....I don't understand.....What-"
"I lied to you Darling, and not just you, we were never married, not even engaged. We were supposed to be, but things happened some time ago to foil our plans on doing so."
Eddie takes Y/N's hands tightly in his, looking directly in her eyes. "But now, I want to do things right by you, by us. So I ask you here and now Darling, will you marry me, and become the future Mrs. Gluskin?"
Silence.....
Tears form in Y/N's eyes and quickly run down her face. The reaction surprising Eddie as he quickly pulls her close and hugs her tightly. He didn't blame her for crying, she was hurt, he would probably cry too if he was in her position. "I'm sorry Darling, I'm sorry I've lied to you."
"I'm not angry," Y/N sniffs as she tries to wipe the tears away, but more continue to fall as she buries her face into Eddie's shirt. "I just wish you would've been honest from the start, we lied to the Priest and the others. Father Martin is going to be floored when he finds out."
"Hm, I was hoping for a private ceremony, Darling." Y/N raises an perfectly arched eyebrow, curiously. "Private? Why?" Eddie tilts Y/N's chin up, leaning down to place a kiss against her neck. "Because, Darling. I want to be the only one to see how breathtaking you look in your wedding gown, my little minx~."
He pulls her closer, murmuring sweet words against her neck as she clutches his suit between her fists. "E-Eddie Gluskin...." She stammers breathlessly, looking at the tall man shyly. "Soon to be, Mrs. Gluskin~. Are you thinking of naughty things again, my love?"
"I-Ah!"
Eddie laughs loudly, proudly, as he sweeps Y/N off her feet and spins her around. Y/N laughs alongside Eddie, both enjoying the moment. Y/N sighs happily, fits of giggles in between as she looks down at the ring, once Eddie put her down. "I didn't properly answer you My future Groom; I want you to ask me again."
Eddie smiles, taking Y/N's left hand and places a kiss on the back of it. "Y/N Gluskin, I have loved you since the very moment you've came into my life, I knew one day, I would be married; I just didn't know to whom. I ask you, as the lowly man that I am, would you marry me Darling, and make me the happiest man on earth?"
"Yes!" Throwing herself into Eddie's arm, Y/N gives him the answer he always dreamed and longed to hear. It was in that very moment, Eddie figured out the perfect word to describe his little Darling; Perfect.
Y/N would be the perfect bride, the perfect wife, the perfect woman to bear and raise his children. Yes, she was simply made with perfection just for him.
I believe this was Cringe, and I'm so sorry for that.
#outlast#eddie gluskin#whistle blower#outlast eddie#the groom#father martin#the twins#miles upshur#richard trager#rick trager
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader- The Perfect Bride: Wonderful
"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbles as she looks down at her lap, Eddie didn't bother to respond, it wasn't her fault and he wasn't mad, but if he opened his mouth he knew he would let something slip.
He opens his private drawer, the metal tools sliding in the drawer and hitting against the base as he picks up a scaple, scissors, and a sewing kit; all surgical professional items.
He slowly walks over to Y/N, putting on a gentle smile as he moves to sit between her thighs. "It's alright, Darling. You didn't expect this to happen." He reaches for the discarded arm beside Y/N and carefully examines it.
It wasn't damaged and was still in pristine condition, he wouldn't need to kill search for another. Trager didn't know about this, so everything was fine. He'll just have to remember to check her stitches every other day until they dissolve completely. And make sure no one touches her again, until they do.
"I'm sorry Eddie-"
"Husband." Eddie corrects her as he stands, pushing the swivel chair away with his foot as he coaxes Y/N to lay flat on her back. "I'm sorry Husband, I didn't know Richard-"
Eddie smiles, lifting a hand to brush against her cool cheek. "Darling?" Eddie leans down, his nose brushing against Y/N's, breath fanning her face. "For as long as I live and breath, never mention that man's name to me again." Y/N eyes widen staring at Eddie in utter shock, though he still had a small smile on his face, his touch soft and lovingly gently with care, his eyes told a different story.
They seemed darker than usual, cold and lifeless like a dead fish. His voice was colder, as each word slowly left his mouth, as if he was scolding a mere child. The tension was suffocating, and all Y/N could do was nod.
But she knew that was never good enough for Eddi- her husband, 'actions speak louder than words Darling, always remember that.' Eddie told her those words as he held her close while in bed together one night. She raises her opposite arm -the one that was still attached- to hold and caress Eddie's face, her nose bumping against his.
"Please don't be upset, I'm sorry." Her voice came out in a whisper, her thumb grazes across his lower lip, Eddie closes his eyes, letting himself enjoy the affection for a brief moment before pulling away and grabbing the dismembered arm once more.
"Let's fix you up first before we go any further, Darling." His voice was hoarse, Y/N looks away, staring at the horribly rotting corpse of what remains of the woman who attacked her. Her left eye was gone, and Eddie explained to her once she awoken from her coma, that she and another person managed to break in to try and rob them.
Sadly, he wasn't here at the time, but he made sure they paid for what they've done to his beloved. If only she known the real truth. It didn't take long for Eddie to stitch Y/N's arm back, a half an hour at the most.
Eddie carries Y/N out the attic, an all-knowing smile on his face as they entered their shared bedroom and he carefully lays her on the bed. They wouldn't go as far as making love tonight, due to Eddie wanting to make sure she stays intact and not fall apart again.
But he would please her in other ways, leaving her more than satisfied. Once she was cleaned up, Eddie laid in bed with Y/N holding her close to his bare muscular chest until she fell asleep, before creeping out the room and back to the attic.
He sits in the swivel chair he abandoned earlier, leaning back as he closes his eyes and sighs heavily. Another long night awaits him, he had to get rid of the other whore before Summer completely rolls around, on top of that he needed to finish planning their wedding.
Yes, it's painful for him to admit, but, he and Y/N weren't married yet. The wedding was put on hold due to unforseen incidents. He looks towards the whore in the far corner, he saw his Darling looking at her when she thought he wasn't looking.
Did she remember everything? When she woke up again she seemed so confused, he had to remind her of who he was, and teach her the basics again. It didn't take as long as the first time, she learned and even advanced farther than before.
He made a mistake that early morning, he looks down at his hand, the healing scarred wound on his hand will forever be a reminder of his fatal mistake. He killed his wife. He buries his head in his hands, he watched the life leave her eyes, he cursed and damned her while doing so, all because he thought she was leaving him; helping that filthy fucking whore escape.
But he was oh so wrong, she killed the whore in self defense, it wasn't until he pulled his hands away from her broken neck that he felt part of the scaple was stuck in his left hand. The whore was unconscious in the garage, a fact he found out when he was carrying Y/N's dead body back to the house and heard her wail in distress.
He promised the whore he would let her escape, if only she told him what happened. She lied at first; claiming his innocent wife attacked when she was only trying to sneak away. He didn't know why, but she quickly changed the story, and admitted to attacking Y/N with the scaple she took from Eddie's supply. And in return Y/N reacted in relation.
In rage, grief, disbelief, and anger. Eddie murdered the whore the same way she stabbed Y/N, before crying out. He spent the remainder of that day in the attic, holding Y/N's body close to his, rocking her and crying even harder when her head would move in an awkward angle due to him breaking her neck.
After he mourned for Y/N, he fixed her. But in the process of fixing her, her body started to break down. Body parts falling off when he least expect it, it pained him, frustrated him.
But he knew he was the cause of this, and so, worked hard on making her body stronger and more durable. She was human, yes. She was alive, that is true. But she didn't breathe, she didn't have a heartbeat, she didn't need to eat or anything that a living breathing person needed to do.
But Eddie made her think so.
She would eat, shower, and live like a normal being. Everything that would make an oblivious person, believe she was just like them. Her organs never worked anymore, so he made sure only the ones he knew were important for child bearing and child birth.
It was excruciating work, but he had to make due with what he had, and with time slowly replace the old parts with new. But that wasn't important, what was important now is getting rid of the whore, planning and getting married so that they could have their children be born into a loving family.
He couldn't wait to ravish his Darling on their wedding night, he licks his lips, savoring the taste of her body, remember how she responded well to his tongue pleasuring her, the only reason he did so, was to make sure that part of her remains active and working until their wedding night, he would make sure she gets pregnant then, so that her body would react alone and care for their unborn children.
He wouldn't make love to her until their wedding night, but that didn't mean he couldn't pleasure her in other ways. Eddie smiles, running a hand through his hair, chuckling to himself before walking over to the whore and laying her on the table and picking up the forceps and scaple.
His wife, his beloved Darling was truly and utterly wonderful.
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: The Perfect Bride- Empty Carriage Fever
The smell of bacon wafts through the home, Eddie Gluskin smiles warmly, looking up from his working table and gets to his feet. He washes his hands in the small sink he placed in his addict some weeks ago.
Watching the blood swirl down into the drain, making sure his hands were clean before leaving out the attic, changing out his stained clothes and into something comfortable before heading downstairs and into the kitchen, where he sees a stunning breath-taking sight before him.
A woman standing in front of the stove, still wearing her pajamas as she cooked a breakfast feast, fit for a king. Eddie smiles, his heart beating fast as he looks over the woman, his beloved, his wife.
He walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, a small gasp of shock leaving her lips, her body tensing up before relaxing as she quietly giggles when she realizes it was her husband. He buries his face in her neck, enjoying the scent of her perfume and kisses her.
"Morning, Darling."
"Morning, my love." Y/N places bacon on the three plates before turning the stove off, turning to kiss her husband properly on the lips before pulling away with a teasing smirk. She balances the plates perfect in her arms as she walks over to the dining table, already covered with two glasses of orange juice, a steaming mug of black coffee, a glass of milk, three forks and butter knives, and lastly a butter dish with a slab of butter on one side and cream cheese on the other.
"Are you finished with your work, my dear husband?" Y/N asks as she places the plates on the dining table, Eddie sits down at the head of the table, picking up his coffee mug as Y/N hands him the newspaper, already turned to his favorite section.
"Not quite Darling, I'll be done before dinner."
Y/N nods, walking up the stairs to change and to ask mother what she would like to drink along with her breakfast this morning, she never liked to sit at the table and eat dinner like a family would. But Eddie didn't care, and Y/N learned to adapt to her mother-in-law's behavior.
It wasn't long before Y/N came back down, wearing something more comfortable and fitting for the day, Eddie smiles as his wife, the smile soon fades when he sees his mother not far behind her. The older female says nothing, sitting on the left side of her son while Y/N sat on the right. Tension was high in the air between Eddie and Ms. Gluskin, but Y/N does her best to ease it.
She reaches under the table, patting her husband's knee as she talks about her plans for the day with her mother. Ms. Gluskin talks happily with Y/N, complimenting her on breakfast as she bites into the butter toast.
Y/N takes a sip of orange juice, before digging into her own breakfast, Eddie staying silent as he drinks his bitter coffee and flips through the paper. "Mother, would you like to go shopping with me later?" "Sorry Dear, my knees have been bothering again, lately."
Y/N smiles, "Then don't worry about gardening with me, you rest up today." Eddie's mother frowns, clicking her tongue as she shakes her head. "I may be old, but I'm not that old. I can still help with the flowers. It's a beautiful Sunday, it's meant to be spent outside in the garden."
"And the weather report says it'll be sunny and warm all day long." Breakfast went along well without any problems, Eddie helped Y/N with the cleaning the dishes, while his mother went back to her room until later on. He dries his hands, rolling his sleeves back down and back upstairs, but not before kissing his wife and teasing her a little to make her squirm.
Spring was ending soon, and Summer was fast approaching, Eddie hoped it wouldn't be a heat wave like last year. It was awful and his work suffered from it. But this year was different, his wonderful wife was now in the picture, and it wouldn't be long before the pitter patter of tiny feet would run around the house.
Hm, should he get to work on clearing the spare rooms? Perhaps, it would be best. Y/N wouldn't be busy tomorrow, so the two could make sweet love all night long, surly she'll get pregnant this time. She has too.
Some hours pass as Eddie cleans his tools and hands once again, putting away the dismembered corpse parts in their respectable places. He made a few mistakes today, and it wasn't sitting well with him. His mind kept thinking back to Y/N, should he do something special for her?
He heads out the attic to find her, hearing laughter coming from the living room and stops short in the kitchen, his blood running cold at the sight. Trager sat beside Y/N, his arm around her shoulders as she talked happily with Father Martin, his two followers sitting on the other sofa, both seemed relax but Eddie knew better.
"Darling-"
"AH, LOOK WHO FINALLY DECIDED TO JOIN US!" Trager says with a wide smile, pulling Y/N closer to him when she tries to get up, Eddie clenches his teeth together, his hands turning to fists at his side. Father Martin gets to his feet, placing the cup of tea back on it's coaster before walking over to Eddie with his hand outstretched.
"The Walrider blesses you this wonderful afternoon, Brother Gluskin. I've been meaning to talk with you, in private."
Eddie smiles, but it was forced as he shakes Father Martin's hand, his swallowing the Priest's slightly smaller, less rugged one. "I didn't know you were coming Father, I would have been more.... prepared."
Father Martin laughs, slapping Eddie on the back before turning to face Y/N and the others. "Of course not, Trager came up with the wonderful idea of surprising you and your beloved wife. Who I must say, is quite the host." Father Martin laughs, it's then Eddie notices the crubs on his robes, looks like the Priest helped himself to some snacks.
"Yes, she is." Eddie grabs a hand towel, respectfully dusting the crubs off of Father Martin (and the crubs off of his forearm where Father Martin touched him) the Priest blushes in embarrassment before clearing his throat and looking towards the stairs.
"How is your mother, Y/N told me she hasn't been feeling well as of late."
"Arthritis." Eddie answers bluntly, keeping his eyes trained on Trager who kept sneaking glances at him, toying with his patience. "Ah, I know that all too well." As he speaks, Father Martin rubs his right hand, frowning as it aches on cue. "Well, that and old age." Father Martin laughs at his joke and Eddie smiles, placing a hand on Father Martin's shoulder.
It was hard to believe that Father Martin was fifty-eight, and Eddie was only thirty, time surely did fly. He was only seventeen when he met Father Martin and unfortunately Trager not long after he helped Eddie stay on the right track, letting him come to the church when things were tough at home. He hoped the man live long enough to see him become a better father, and a better husband than Eddie's father ever was.
"I will admit, I'm a bit appalled you didn't invite me to your wedding Eddie, I would have loved to bless you both in holy matrimony."
"Forgive me Father, but mother wanted it to be just the three of us." The lie slipped freely from his lips with ease, everything was going well, the wedding was going to be beautiful... but the whore just had to....No, no....Y/N has changed, Eddie made sure of it. She was made for him, not everything goes right the first time, but he made sure to fix the issue.
"I'll forgive you this time, Gluskin. May you two have a long and blissful marriage." Father Martin smiles, patting Eddie on the arm once more before walking back into the living room and sitting with Y/N, Trager gets to his feet, smiling harder than a Cheshire cat. Eddie glares daggers into him, as the two walk further into the kitchen, and out the sight of the others.
"Well, well, well. It seems like you did an amazing job, tell me my boy, how did you manage to stitch her together like that? To anyone else's eyes, it would seem like she was a whole woman, and not sewn together limb by limb."
"Stay the hell away from my wife." Eddie seethes, slamming Trager against the wall and pushes the knife against his throat, a wrong move, and Trager would be bleeding like a stuck pig. Trager only smiles, knowing Eddie wouldn't kill him (at least not now).
"I was only curious, imagine how much she could be sold for- hey now, watch where you point that knife- or at least someone else. It would bring in a lot of cash, just picture it Gluskin, 'Build a slut' a slut made just for you, literally! All the sick fucks in the world would be getting hard and desperate to have a toy of their own."
Eddie continues to glare at Trager, not moving or blinking for that matter, his blue eyes were stern, daring Trager to make a mistake. "Y/N is not a slut, she is not a toy, keep my wife's name out your foul mouth, and keep your hands away from her. If I find out you touch her again, or even think of her, I will gut you like those other filthy whores." His voice was low, cold and sent chills down Tragers spine.
Trager's mind once again went back to when the twins found out what he did behind Father Martin's back, the smell and sound of burning flesh forever scarred in his tramatic memory. Trager falls silent, swallowing hard Eddie's eyes turned back to their normal shade of blue, and he slowly steps away from Trager, turning his back on him as he places the knife back into the knife block.
"Since you're here, take back your 'gift'.
Eddie, without a glance behind him, heads upstairs to fetch the large cooling container while Trager stumbles over to the kitchen table, flopping down into the wooden chair. He wipes the sweat from his forehead, he could hear Father Martin and Y/N talking amongst each other, the twins giving short and rather blunt answers if she asked them a question.
But it was all drowned out, by the sounds of a bone saw roaring in his ears. "Richard, are you alright?" Trager flinches and looks up to see Y/N carrying the large empty tray apart of the tea pot with a worried expression on her face.
"Are you unwell, perhaps the finger sandwiches and fruit tarts wasn't a good idea with green tea...."
"He's fine Darling, just tired is all."
Eddie walks downstairs carrying the large container, glaring at Trager's direction before heading through the living room and out the front door. Trager gets up and follows slowly, "It was nice meeting you Richard, please rest up when you return home." Y/N replies with a warm smile, oblivious to the lie.
Father Martin and the twins follow behind him, Y/N bidding them goodbye as well and promising to see the Priest again soon. Eddie leaves the container beside the car for Trager or the twins to deal with as he says goodbye to the Priest before standing beside his wife on the front porch.
Soon the four was driving away from the house, and no matter how far away Eddie Gluskin was from Trager, Trager could escape the fear something bad was going to happen....
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: The Perfect Bride-📞 🏡 House Call 🏡 📞
"Here you go, you cannibalistic fucker." Trager smiles, laughing at his own joke as he passes a leather like silver bag to the green eyed male who says nothing as he takes the bag, lighting squeezing it to test the weight, before walking off back towards his truck.
"Make sure to take him out for dinner first!" Trager laugh quickly turns into a coughing fit, he curses his lungs and grumbled on how he sounded like a serial smoker on their death bed.
Part of that was true, he smoked, occasionally having a cigar in equivalent to making a toast for a job and another for a delivery well done. Which was quite constant, especially with Gluskin becoming so popular in Trager's underground business.
He remains nameless, not even a physical description reached his buyers ears. It was all apart of their deal, as long as Eddie kept handling his orders, and giving over the parts he didn't need from those he killed for personal reasons, Trager wouldn't report Eddie, let alone be founded out by the buyers.
The results left Trager swimming in cash, he was pleased with the money he was pulling in, full satisfaction all the way around, no complaints guaranteed. That ended several weeks ago, he was still making cash, but not like he was before, which infuriated him. But he never showed it in front of his clients.
Well....Some.
He watches Manera walk to his truck, putting the package in the passenger seat with such care as if it was a mere infant before getting in the driver's seat and drives off into the darkness. Trager turns his back on the retreating lights, coming face to face with the bible thumper's goons.
Trager shudders in disgust, an auditable "Ugh." Leaving his mouth, verbally expressing his true feelings about the two. Pale, muscular, and worst of all hideous. He's not sure if their mother was capable of loving these two, maybe that's why they ended up at the con-man's doorstep.
The tallest; having a hump-shaped head, sporting a neutral face and missing quite a few-if not all- of his teeth. He was bald but judging by the wisps of hair Trager's seen on his arms, he had dark brown hair. His brother seemed much colder, a stern face that screamed 'unapproachable' with messy black covering his entire head.
He wasn't sure who he hated dealing with most; the twins, their leader-Father Martin- the bible-thumping con-artist he was, or Gluskin when he refuse any contact with Trager. "What do you two want, the usual?"
Trager reaches into the inner pocket of his lab coat, but stops when he sees Martin standing a few feet behind them, the damn book clutched tightly in his hands, his lips moving in a hushed prayer. Trager sneers, wanting nothing more than to curse the man and kick him off his property again.
But with a cautious quick glance back at the twins, he knew it would be like asking the devil himself for a glass of ice cold water; damned near impossible. Unconsciously, Trager lifts a hand to his scarred scalp, fingers ghostly grazing the few little gray strands he had left.
The faint buzzing sound of his surgical saw, and the crackling blistering heat from his fireplace, still haunt his memories this very night.
The tallest twin notices, and Trager could swear on his life, he saw the bastard smirk for a split second. Trager lifts his chin a little higher, pulling on the sleeves of his lab coat, dusting the invisible specs of dirt off as he walks past them and over to the mumbling Priest.
"Oh heavenly Father, bless the lost unfortunate souls and welcome them into your warm embrace." Father Martin lifts the worn out bible high above his face, tilting his head back to the starry night sky before kissing the surface of the Bible. Trager shudders inwardly, being mindful of the two within earshot behind him.
"In your godly name, amen."
"Come to bless me with your.....Godly presence again, Martin?" Trager pushes his hands deep into his coat pockets, his left knuckles brushing against the cold metal of his new pocket watch. His last patient wouldn't be using it anymore, so why not help himself to it?
Father Martin looks towards Trager, holding the Bible down at his right side. "The Walrider blesses you this night, Brother Trager." His words weren't cold, but Trager could tell there was a hidden meaning behind Father Martin's words. "I only came to ask you about Brother Gluskin's whereabouts, he missed our last six scheduled meetings."
"Haven't seen him myself, last we've talked we've shared oh so little words." Trager smiles, remembering how protective Gluskin was of the h/c haired woman in the yard. "I left him an expensive pre-wedding gift, I'm sure he couldn't wait to cut into them."
Trager throws his head back, laughing- more like cackling- at his own joke. Father Martin frowns as the twins share a look, Trager calms down after a short while, walking past Martin to lock up the warehouse, prepared to head home for the remainder of the night.
"Walrider knows it's a shame he's associated with the likes of you, Brother Trager. I just pray he doesn't fall into your sinful ways." Father Martin murmurs bitterly, briefly touching his worn out cross, hanging around his thick neck. Trager holds his tongue, instead pulling out a cigar and putting it between his teeth.
"Tell you what Martin, why don't you go see what the Golden Boy himself is up to? I'm sure he would appreciate his company more than me. That new wife of his, I'm sure would love having company."
He was sarcastic, ringing clear and true in his voice. And yet...."Hm, that seems like a great idea, The Walrider would bless their household and shine brightly on the newlyweds." Trager chokes on his own saliva, and for the first time in forever, was too stunned to speak.
He sputters, not knowing whether to laugh at the fact that the Priest was less than bright, or tell the man that he was only being sarcastic. Or rather....."Yes, you should. Matter of fact, I'll go with you. Let's say around, noon? No later than Sunday."
Father Martin smiles, he and his disciples should bring them a gift or two. He just hoped the stench of Trager's sinful ways won't touch the Gluskin's household.
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Eddie Gluskin x Female Reader: The Perfect Bride- Where The Truth Lies
The man kicks a discarded drink can away with his foot as he continues down the sidewalk, cursing at his misfortune while pulling out his tape recorder, turns it off and quickly pockets it once more.
Once again, police refused to answer his questions, and even the friends and family of those who went missing refused to talk to him. At this rate, he was getting fucking nowhere. "Damn it!" Miles growls as he kicks the brick wall with his black boot, continuing on to his cheap rental car, fishing into his worn out blue jeans pocket for a cigarette and lighter.
Once he's in the driver's seat, grumbling about the lack of leads and evidence, he pulls out his burner phone and calls his boss back home. It didn't take long for the man to answer, picking up on the second ring before it could finish out. "Any news?" Miles frowns deeply, hating to report that he ended up with what he despised most, empty handed.
Before he could stop himself, he replies in a blunt irritated tone. "Fuck no, do you think I would be calling you if I did?" Miles mentally kicks himself in the crotch, hearing nothing but background noises; muffled voices, the sounds of papers being moved, multiple phones ringing. He must be at the office.
Miles waits for a response, and after a few heart beats, decides on hanging up, until...
".....Useless."
"What?" Miles questions, wanting to make sure he heard it correctly. The man replies in an frustrated tone, "I've spent money on-" Hearing the start of yet another rant about money and how publicity would've been good for the team, Miles tosses the phone in the back seat with a groan, banging his forehead on the steering wheel.
Why didn't he quit months ago? Why the hell did he stay with the sorry shit and his failing reporting company? Always complaining and telling others off when issues arised and were clearly out of their control. Always going on about money, the company, and finally his reputation; how all of it was on the line if anyone made a mistake.
Funny how the bastard would say that, yet, he doesn't know how hard it is to retrieve information from people, let alone sneaking around and using other resources to get answers. On top of that...Miles frowns deeply, the thought leaving a nasty taste in his mouth, "his boss" would go so far as to falsifying evidence, just to keep people intrested.
But of course, there needs to be a certain amount of truth in it to hide the lies. If you have more than enough truth and evidence, the people would eat up everything you serve them without a second thought.
But Miles refused to go down that road again, he would rather die first. Miles sits up, grudgingly reaching back to get his cell phone and places it in the passenger seat, silently pleased that the call ended. He'll grab a late lunch, go back to his lovely four star hotel and decide on what to do about the case from there. There had, no, there is a logical explanation as to why over about fifteen women mysteriously went missing without and no one fucking knew anything.
Clenching his teeth together so hard that they could break, Miles turns the key in the engine and drives back into traffic. Someone in this damned city new something, they were either afraid to speak up, or needed their hands greased a bit. As long as he kept low and under the police radar, he'd be fine.
And while he's here, why not visit an old friend?
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