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katieaki · 2 days
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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! There is a summary of the first part, here, the second part, here, and the third part, here. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also now a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
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Costume check for the girls as of this update. They're all kind of doing their own thing. Holliday's relative cleanliness is indicative of how little she's working. Artie's overall apparent griminess is separate from how hard she's been working.
Read it for free on my patreon and vote on what happens next!
Excerpt below the cut.
Just as the spots in her vision began to clear, Artie set her down and began looking her over.
“Where does it hurt?” she asked. 
Lou lifted her arm in its sling. “My wrist,” she said. She only realized then that she was crying. Not just tears, but big, gasping sobs. The pain was unbearable. Her wrist had never stopped hurting since Artie had broken it in the first place, but she didn’t realize it could still hurt that much worse.
“Easy. I got you, cowgirl, you’re okay,” Artie said, sitting Lou down on the ground.
“What can I do?” Holliday asked, her hand at her throat.
“Grab some water and a rag,” Artie said. “And my first aid kit. It’s in the outside bottom pocket of my pack.”
“Sorry,” Lou said. She couldn’t stop crying and the pain had begun to subside just enough for embarrassment to creep in. “I’m okay. I’m– sorry.”
“I wish we had some ice,” Artie said. She slid Lou’s arm out of the sling and began to unwrap the splint. When she pulled the bandage away, Artie sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.
Lou looked down but had to look away as soon as her eyes landed on the wrist. It had already been sitting at kind of a funny angle, but now it was bent back toward her body in a way that made her sick to look at. 
“Ooh, fuck. Something more than ice, huh?” Artie said absently.
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fuzzygoblin · 2 months
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Coming Home - A Choose Your Own Adventure Good Omens Fic
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Coming this Valentine's Day, the writers over at r/GoodOmensAfterDark have been hard at work bringing this masterpiece of smut together for you! Modelled on the Choose Your Own Adventure books from the 80's and 90's, this story has something for everyone! This huge collaboration is all due to the phenomenal hard work and organisational skills of @doonarose, whose efforts in bringing together the writing talents of over 30 Good Omens Fanfic authors creating endless story lines that will have you gasping.
@goodomensafterdark @paperclipninja @nosferatini
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2-dsimp · 5 months
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Popular choice✨
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—> (Comply: Take his hand willingly)
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Player stats window [Currently Closed]
—> {Open?}
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Main mission: Escape the pocket dimension!
—> [Completion bar: 3%]
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1st objective: Infiltrate the yokai
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—> Sub-objective: <SuRvIvE the Judge>
{CLEAR conditions:Prove that you’re not a threat}
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Current location: [Fontaine] {Warden’s office}
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<Neuvillette <The Hydro Dragon>
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[Relationship: Strangers]
Affection lvl: 45 [His affection increased by +5 levels due to your compliance]
Suspicion lvl: 10/30 {His suspicion decreased by +5 So far you haven’t given him any reason to further doubt you.}
Envy/Insanity: 🔒 (you’ve yet to reach the requirements to have him become your admirer!)
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<Wriothesley <The ??? Warden>
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[Relationship: Strangers]
Yokai type: ??? (Currently Undiscovered)
Affection lvl: 50 [His affection increased by +5 levels due to your compliance]
Suspicion lvl: 30/50 {His suspicion remains relatively high due to his intel source’s}
Envy/Insanity: 🔒 (you’ve yet to reach the requirements to have him become your admirer!)
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The hydro dragon and the Warden both gaze down at you with eyes full of intrigue and skepticism both of them wanting to discover wether or not you’re the missing puzzle piece to solving an ongoing case involving the human realm.
<WARNING>
You are about to be interrogated! Neuvillette asks about any inquiries you may have! It’d be best to dig for any relevant info!
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—> {Inquire: Ask about how they view humans}
—> (Caution: Ask about the interrogation procedure)
—> {Silence: Say you’ve got no questions}
—> [Inquire: Ask about the shifters]
—> <Kitsune trait: Try to charm them subliminally> [Choose a target]
<Charm Wriothesley>
<Charm Neuvillette>
(75% chance rate for both)
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Votes end Sunday midnight 🕛
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Player inquiries ✨
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anineillustration · 9 months
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Here's one of the drawings I contributed to the fantastic Hari Conner's new book Into The Tower which is coming out in September! It sounds super good and all the other artists are amazing, I'm a little star struck.
✨You can pre-order here if you so wish ✨
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haridraws · 9 months
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✦ COVER REVEAL! ✦
Into the Tower is a choose-your-own-path, masquerade ball fantasy heist into a spellbinder’s tower, with multiple special endings for each character and some incredible guest art from some of my favourite illustrators.
It's available to pre-order now from IDEALLY YOUR FAVOURITE INDIE BOOKSTORE or also here
psych, that link ALSO lets you support indie bookstores!!! It also has more info, artists and previews of the first pages.
FAQ Is it queer: yes. Can you topple the government? Yes. Can you become lost forever in the twisting realm of memories and fears that’s the source of all magic? Yes. Can you make friends with a woodlouse? YES.
~ INTO THE TOWER ~
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dogfruit01 · 1 year
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CAMP CANIDAE PROLOGUE - part one
will kate investigate or run?
vote for what will happen next here
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cilil · 5 months
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cilil's Halloween special
ʚ𖦹ɞ Author's Note: It's that time of the year, revelers and travelers, and I present to you a little something I made to celebrate the season (and another milestone). This is a fun and silly choose your own adventure story with a couple of options and a tiny bit of romance and innuendo sprinkled in. I hope you enjoy (and that tungle doesn't randomly eat posts or links, fingers crossed)! Happy Halloween!
ʚ𖦹ɞ Featuring: Your top choices - Melkor, Mairon, Námo, Oromë, Nienna, Varda and Yavanna
ʚ𖦹ɞ Warnings: / (Just a tiny bit of spooky and the dork lords being their dork lord selves)
ʚ𖦹ɞ Additional mystery: Out of the seven objects described in the first scene, two are in fact real and in my possession right now. Can you guess which ones? (No, there are no hints in the story itself as it isn't about me, but maybe some of you know me or have a hunch. Happy guessing!)
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It is not the first time that your fëa has found itself wandering the Path of Dreams in your sleep, though it looks different today. The sky above the great trees and hedges surrounding you is dark, stars twinkling weakly in the distance, and the only light comes from the full moon peeking through ghostly clouds. The gentle breeze carrying formless whispers from the forest is sharper and colder today, and the voices you hear are distorted and erratic. 
You wonder if this is Irmo's doing as you hasten along your path, if he has twisted the normally peaceful dream realm into one of nightmares. Or are other spirits out there that were roused by your searching thought, displeased by your presence or perhaps even curious? 
Instead of the golden gate and winding paths that would lead you to Lórien, you find a lonely, ancient-looking pavilion. It's overgrown with ivy, nearly covering it in its entirety. You have never heard any tales about such a location existing on the Path of Dreams, but your curiosity compels you to explore. 
There is no one inside, nor anywhere nearby. It seems to you as though this pavilion hasn't seen visitors in a long time, yet it isn't empty: Pillows sit on the floor, their vibrant colours faded, surrounding a small table with various objects on it. 
You examine the objects. Which one catches your interest?
☞ An old book with a rich emerald cover and silver ornaments. Its pages are yellowed and written in an ancient language you don't understand. 
☞ A perfectly cut and polished almond-shaped gem. It seems to be a ruby or opal at first glance, shining with a warm light from the inside. 
☞ A bouquet of flowers in a carved pumpkin. The plants all look as if they were freshly cut and harvested, but upon closer examination you see that they were preserved with wax. 
☞ A bronze letter opener in the shape of a dagger. When you run your finger across it, the edge and tip of the blade are sharper than expected. 
☞ An ancient telescope with strange symbols engraved. It's pointed at the roof of the pavilion, making you wonder what you are supposed to see there.
☞ A simple silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a budding rose. It seems unassuming at first, but the longer you look upon it, the more you feel like it might have been blessed. 
☞ A diadem with countless gems and pearls. Once it has drawn your gaze, you are in awe of the way it sparkles and glitters even in the twilight. 
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greekmythcomix · 5 months
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TELL ME, O READER, THE STORY OF THAT RESOURCEFUL MAN…
Try a sneak peek preview of the Odyssey Gamebook:
Let the Muse of Epic Poetry, Kalliope, inspire you to tell a tale worthy of the generations to come!
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A brief word from the late C6thBCE philosopher Heraclitus:
‘A man’s character is his fate.’
If you’re reading as Homer’s Odysseus, you will at least get home.
If you choose a different path… well, that’s a different fate, and a different story.
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Read the story, then tap the ‘Go to…’ option you prefer in order to move on.
You are Odysseus. Go to 1.
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thesparklingwriter · 5 months
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taking fate into one's own hands
04—acquaintance
Word count: 1.3k
navi | taglist | masterlist
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You look at him carefully. Perhaps this whole act he’s putting on is an attempt to be more personable. But it’s in your best interests to, at the very least, get along with the man you’ve been promised to. When it comes to loveless marriages to bind nations, divorce isn’t an option. There’s no going back. 
“Alright, I’ll eat dinner with you.” You say quietly, and the sides of Morax’s lips quirk upwards. You’re convinced for a second that you made it up somehow, for even when he’d spoken to you as a dignitary, he hadn’t smiled once.
“I hope your room is to your liking,” He says, as you follow behind him. “If there’s anything that it is lacking, please do let me or one of the help know.”
You glance at him, convinced that he can’t be in earnest. He’d been so stoic when you first met him, and even once he’d come clean in regards to his identity, his emotions towards you had seemed to be nothing more than detached amusement.
“Everything is alright, thank you.” you say, bowing your head in gratitude to the man who places your food on your table. You hadn’t considered the change in cuisine and you steel your expression as well as you can, in order to not show your hesitation to eat the unfamiliar food. The butler pours you each a drink, a glistening pale wine, and bows as he excuses himself quietly. Besides your plate, there are golden chopsticks, and then a fork by its side, its dark silver tone standing out against the rest of the tableware. Is it some kind of test?
You glance worriedly between the two, as Morax’s unruffled gaze settles on you. 
“You seem troubled. If I may, might I request that you speak freely?”
You glance down at the cutlery again and back up at him, shaking your head softly. 
“Nothing troubles me.” you whisper, picking up the two chopsticks as confidently as you can, arranging them in your hands as subtly as you can. You haven’t seen anyone eat with chopsticks for a long time, and suddenly realise you should have waited for him to start so you could copy his technique.
You attempt to pretend to take a sip of your drink or look at the spices on the table to delay your eating, but Morax simply watches you with an even gaze as you quietly panic.
“Is the food not to your taste?” he asks you, finally looking away from you to pick up a fork. “I find that sometimes chopsticks make eating take longer than necessary. I used your arrival as a reason to justify getting some new cutlery.”
You blink at him. “Pardon me if I speak out of turn, but I had always believed you were a firm believer in traditions.” you refuse to relinquish your chopsticks, too embarrassed to admit that using them was a front to try and impress him. You hadn't realised you were acting in a way that might win his favour—and the thought of it surprises you.
Morax’s eyebrows quirk slightly at your implied question, carefully trying to craft an answer that wouldn’t make you question your presence in the palace too much. Perhaps the reaction you’ve had towards him so far is out of fear that you’re not Liyuean enough from him and his people. It wouldn’t be an absurd thought, but if the situation in your home nation remains as rocky as it is now, he wouldn’t want you to return. He certainly want to be the reason you go back, either.
“Ah,” he says quietly, chewing his food. “That is a common misconception. Perhaps when it comes to certain meetings and negotiations, it is true that I remain true to the conditions that have always been stipulated by ancient Liyuean law. However, I myself, think there isn’t much to be learned by holding steadfastly onto tradition in day to day life.”
You gape at him. “So I’m not to be hated by every member of Liyue for not hailing from here?”
Morax sighs. “I cannot speak for my people. I sometimes find they can be stubborn and they often do not like change.”
“You are not filling me with confidence.” You reply drily. Morax fixes you with an even stare, wanting to make sure you listen to his next words.
“I do not seek to deceive you.” he replies evenly. “As of right now, our arrangement is unofficial. Thus you have every right to choose how you wish to proceed. If you cannot bear to stay here with me for a moment longer, you may go home at any point.”
“But what would come of my kingdom, or of me?”
“That would be subject to negotiation. But in situations like that, Liyuean law isn’t particularly favourable for foreigners.”
The word foreigner hits you in your chest. Of course, you didn’t expect to be treated as if you were from here, but to be categorised as something else entirely? It stings, regardless of how you feel about the situation with Morax.
“Your food,” he prompts quietly. Even though you’re almost certain that he isn't going to smite you for using the fork instead of the chopsticks, you refuse to put them down, instead choosing to use them with varying degrees of success.
He watches you carefully, before silently switching to his own chopsticks, quietly pleased with the way you snatch looks at him to copy his form. Slowly, but surely, he’s beginning to understand the way your mind works.
“Have you any interest in looking around Liyue? I’m sure a tour could be organised, if that’s what you wish.” he says to you, once you’ve finished. The food is good, almost as good as the food was at home before things began to go south. 
You want to say no, and to stay within the confines of your new room for as long as you can manage, but the lack of clothing is beginning to worry you. When you don’t immediately reply, Morax tries again.
“Have you everything you need?” He says. “If you aren’t interested in looking around the harbour’s stalls as of now, you can always request what you need from the help, and I’m sure they’d be happy to oblige. The choice is yours.”
You take a bite of your food, and try not to cringe at the sudden spice you taste, trying to calmly take a sip of your wine. 
“Let me finish my dinner before I make that decision,” you say quietly, and Morax simply nods, his eyes narrowing at you slightly. You don’t notice, almost entirely focused on trying to finish the rest of your food without falling apart.
Compared to where you come from, Liyue is loud. Even when you’re deep in the mountains as you are now, the birds and crickets and bugs are louder than they ever were at home, and it makes for a somewhat settling feeling.
“Whilst we’re on the topic of shopping,” You say quietly, ashamed in advance of the words you’re about to say. “It’s not a secret that my nation wasn’t the most prosperous, my existence here is evidence of that—”
“You are here as a guest. Nothing is expected of you in a monetary or emotional aspect unless you are able and willing to provide. Do not worry about things that are unnecessary.”
Your naivety manifests itself in the raucous beating of your chest in response to his words, and you find yourself utterly embarrassed by how easily swayed you are by a basic display of human decency and respected boundaries.
“Alright,” you say quietly. His words have removed him from the centre of your decision and it’s only yourself to consider now. But perhaps that makes the decision harder.
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(didn't have enough character left to write what reader says like i usually do sorry lol)
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notes: i'm afraid that doing the polls like this will nerf this series even more but its less work for me so :3
i like to pretend that i don't really care about notes and stuff on my posts but for this series specifically the lack of engagement is gagging me lol i've tried so much to get it more out there but ahhh
taglist: @ainescribe @tartigglez
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thekeptkitten · 2 years
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from pinterest with love 🥂✨
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katieaki · 2 months
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January 5th was the first anniversary of resuming writing Wasteland Pony Express, my post-apocalyptic lesbian serial western, after a false start during early covid. Since restarting, I've updated the story every two weeks based on the votes that readers make on a poll, except for the brief break I took to get married! So far, the whole story is just under 114k words and we're still going!
The story is a non-dystopian, post-apocalyptic, japanese-american-centric lesbian weird western with leather dyke blood cultists (who are the good guys), written by a japanese-american lesbian cowboy enthusiast. It's got a lot going on:
it's a western, but not an OLD WEST western.
it's lesbo-centric in post-homophobic society.
lesbian heartbreak and yearning.
horsies.
butch/femme but also some new butch/butch um... situation.
sexy psychic (?) vampire (?) nuns in a haunted house convent.
society structured around married NBLW gods of life & death.
horse girls. horse MILFS, honestly.
there's a lot of WORLDBUILDING but also there's a good deal of like, tomboy-on-tomboy wrestling if that's more your deal.
If this seems interesting to you, my patreon has everything you'd need to get involved, whether you want to read everything that's already been written, or if you just wanna get caught up and hop into the action as it stands.
✨part one summary✨ ✨part two summary✨
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lovelylonerliterature · 3 months
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Visiting a Reserved Contra-Elemental
After your not-so-great first meeting with the somewhat smart-mouthed but kind of cute library assistant, you find yourself realizing that maybe, you were a bit harsh on him.
It had been a stressful first week at D.A.M.N, but taking it out on the library worker was too far out of character for you to just forget about it without a proper conversation with him.
So, you return to the library with a racing heart, deciding to just hope for the best and hope you don't manage to mess up this meeting, too.
(1/5)
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Oh, you're back, new kid.
....
Surprised isn't quite the term I'd use. Just...glad to be proven wrong about something I was a bit caught up on. So...you got a name or should I keep calling you "new kid" ...?
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Huh. No, no, nothing is wrong with your name. It really suits you. Not quite as much as new kid, but I can let that slide I suppose.
(he smiles a bit and you find you quite like how it looks)
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Lucian. I usually go by Luc, though. Saves me the whole "my parents were probably praying for my downfall" conversation I feel compelled to have when people cringe in my face or swear it is spelled wrong because of how it is pronounced.
(he pauses and clears his throat)
And now you're probably thinking I'm not only a jerk, but a info dumping jerk. You must be really glad you came back, huh?
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Well. I didn't think you had a sense of humor considering that serious personality of yours. Can't say I'm disappointed, though. You look a lot better when you're laughing, even if it is at me. I'm glad you're in higher spirits, now. The first year here can be...a lot.
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That's...a very long story. And not as important as what I can help you with. So. What brings you here on this lovely Thursday afternoon. Are you here to pick something up, or...?
(All answers end in romance as per this poll, but the route/how you get to the romance changes depending on "your" personality :). There will be four polls after this one, ultimately leading to a "confession" depending on the choices made.)
Have fun~
-Lovely ❄🖤
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letushavesomefun · 1 year
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You find a Little Guy while walking in the forest and decide to take him home…
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eddiemunsonsmum · 1 year
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Telling Eddie you might be pregnant
Choose your own adventure style | Positive and Negative endings :)
When you tell Eddie you might be pregnant, he disappears. 
It was so out of character for Eddie to have nothing to say. Let alone walk away from you in a time of distress. He was always so conscious of your feelings. You needed him right now and you were sure he knew it.
But you let him go because these aren’t normal circumstances. He needs time to process the possibility. Needs to think before he speaks. Hell you waited until you were a week late before you said anything. Even then you’d only told him because he brought it up and asked when you were due.
Obviously it had been on his mind. You hadn’t turned down his advances in a while. He was suspicious but hadn’t said anything until he counted back to when he could remember you last having your period and was absolutely sure you were late. 
You hadn’t answered at first. Expecting the worst from your kind, caring and oh so sweet boyfriend. But instead of panic and yelling you had faced silence and the jingle of keys as he walked out the door. 
He’d come back pretty quick. Pregnancy test in hand. 
You hadn’t been expecting that. He hadn’t even asked if you wanted or needed one. 
He gives you a cuddle. Murmurs his apologies for walking out into your hair. Tells you he loves you. That you’ll be okay. Either way, you’ll get through it together.
He hands you the test. Lets you know you don’t have to take it until you’re ready. But he’d prefer to talk about it properly after you know for sure and not before.
You take it then and there. You can’t bear the unknown any longer.
Eddie holds your hand as you wait for it to develop. When the timer goes off, you decide you can’t look. Eddie picks it up and says you’ll look together, turning it over in his hand.
Choose your own ending:
Negative:
You’re relieved. Neither of you were ready for that kind of commitment. No matter how much you love one another, a baby is a huge step and you’re not even married yet. You’re not even sure if Eddie wants kids.
You look to him for a reaction. Surprised to find a frown gracing his handsome features. He’s quiet and you assume he’s processing. He notices you staring, looks down at you with his huge doe eyes and smiles.
“Maybe next time.” He says with a shrug. Walking out of the room and leaving you in shock. You chase after him, demanding that he explain himself. He shakes his head, shrugging again and replying that he figured you were on the same page.
You ask exactly what page he is on. Because your reactions to the negative test were wildly different.
He responds that the page he was on was ‘whatever happens, happens’. It’s not like you’d been as careful as you could have been. He thought that you both knew there was a chance you could end up pregnant and that it was okay if it happened.
He sheepishly asks if it would be so bad and you remind him he makes his money selling drugs. That his life’s ambition is to be a rockstar. 
He laughs, chiding you gently for thinking so little of him. Being a rockstar has always been a pipedream. Ever since he met you, he’s settled for more realistic goals. Like settling down and having a family. 
You tell him you’re glad the test is negative. You’re not ready. He agrees. Knowing deep down that neither of you are. But he was still a little disappointed to see only one line in that little window. In the time he’d spent in the car, at the store and waiting for the test to develop he’d envisioned his life from this point out. 
Marrying you to make you an honest woman. Not that either of you really gave a shit about that stuff. But he wanted it for you. You were already having the Freak’s baby, it really was the least he could do.
Having a little baby. A symbol of your love for one another. Watching as they grew and reflected little pieces of you both in themselves. It sounded kinda nice if he was honest.
But since that particular future was still a ways off, he supposed he should start shopping for a ring… and condoms. 
Positive: 
You’re not sure how you feel but Eddie looks relieved. You remind him again that two lines means you’re pregnant and he looks at you with an expression that screams: “I’m not stupid.”
“You want this?” You ask him quietly. A little afraid of the answer.
He shrugs sheepishly, a small smile spreading across his face despite his struggle to contain it.
That’s when you realize that perhaps Eddie hadn’t been so silent for the reasons you were thinking. He wasn’t pissed off that you’d both been so careless. He wasn’t considering walking out. He was waiting until you got your answer to comment because he was… excited.
“Don’t you?” He asked softly, feeling dumb for the flutters of excitement kicking in his stomach when your own face had gone so pale.
You didn’t know how to answer. It wasn’t like you’d never thought about it. Staring at Eddie’s scarred torso as he walked around shirtless cooking you both breakfast on a Sunday morning. Wondering what he’d look like with a little baby curled in his arms or a toddler on his hip. Your heart swelling at the fantasy.
“Maybe.” You replied simply because the reality was so much bigger and more terrifying than an early morning fantasy. Eddie nodded in understanding. Neither of you were exactly prepared for a baby at this point in your life. You weren’t even married yet. But the thought of a life growing inside you. A life that you made with Eddie, that would be a piece of him… It spread warmth through your chest and tugged at the corners of your mouth.
“It’s okay.” Eddie assured you before you could speak again. “Whatever you want to do, we’ll work it out.” He told you. Pulling you into another hug and cementing your decision then and there. He had compassion and empathy for the situation you both created but also understood that ultimately you had control over it regardless of what he wanted. 
He was happy and yet he still gave you the ability to take that away at any moment without his complaint. He didn’t control and demand like you had imagined a boyfriend to do in this situation.
You waited a couple more days after that to make sure you were certain before you said something you’d regret. Eddie hovering nervously around you the entire time but keeping his mouth firmly shut until after you’d told him.
He was going to be a Daddy.
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haridraws · 7 months
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Openings - Drawings from Into the Tower
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