#obsessed w the idea of eddie and like

[eddiesghxst]

stalker!eddie been on my mind someone see my through w this pls

obsessed with the idea of eddie just being a complete loser weirdo freak. nobody liked him as a kid and it put him in a corner where he could either be sad and lonely or do something distracting with his time— he did the latter.

he’s got these little fixations, things that keep him busy and entertained and he likes the rush he gets when he feels the need to learn everything about something— that’s where his love for dnd comes in. he likes that there’s not a single part of the game you could ever fool him about because he knows it like the back of his hand— almost as if he created it himself. he’s the same way with music— sits and listens to songs on repeat until he has every single pluck of the strings memorized to spin at his fingertips.

it’s his special thing. his superpower. to study things until they become a part of him. and that’s normal.

people can have fixations on things like games and hobbies and whatnot— that’s a normal thing to do.

what’s not normal is when eddie starts to feel this way about you.

suddenly it’s no longer an inanimate object he’s obsessing over. it’s no longer just a silly fantasy game or a limited edition guitar or a handcrafted dagger; no. this is a person. a human being.

he knows it’s not normal. knows it’s bad and he should probably stop before he does something stupid, but when eddie gets an urge to discover, fuck, he can’t stop.

youre not perfect. you’re not some angel sent from god, no, none of that insane cultish bullshit. he’s not exactly sure what it is about you that scratches that obsessive itch in him but it does and that’s dangerous.

he doesn’t realize it’s a problem at first. just thinks it’s a silly crush, no big deal he’s had plenty of those before. because it’s normal to smile at every little thing your crush does. and it’s normal to just want to sit there and stare at your crush all day long. that shit is normal.

but then he doesnt even realize what he’s doing when he offers you a ride home after class. he honestly and genuinely thinks he’s just being a good person by driving you home because it was raining and anyone with a decent heart would do the same.

but then he ends up coming back later that night. and he watches you through your window from across the street. watches for hours as you do your nightly routine, not even once getting a feeling that you’re not alone. he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing is so fucking wrong until you turn your lights off for bed and he’s left feeling like an audience at the end of a show. calling out for more.

he gets a sick feeling, knows it’s so wrong, what he’s done. goes home and panics and swears to himself that he’ll never do that weird shit again because he respects you and you don’t deserve this— and fucks sake this isn’t him! he would never do this to anyone!

but then he’s back the next night. and the next night. and the next.

and eventually he buys a camera. and eventually he knows when you’re home and when you’re not home. and eventually he’s sliding in through your window while you’re gone and he’s going through your things.

and eventually— fuck, he’s in too deep.

[thepinkpanther83]

Hiya, I’ve come w a request lol I’m sucker for bully eddie. Lol like he and reader are in college or work w each other and he’s constantly just being a menace and she thinks he genuinely hates her but he’s flirting w her lol maybe he sees some guy trying to chat her up and he finally tells her he does like her and smut

Mean Streak

One-Shot Request: “Mean Streak”

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

💌 Author’s Note: To my dearest Anony, Thank you from the bottom of my heart for trusting me with this idea. The moment I read your request, I felt it- every teasing smirk, every loaded silence, every glance that says more than it should. You planted the perfect seed for something chaotic, sharp, and surprisingly tender… and I had way too much fun making it grow.

This story quickly became a small passion project, and it wouldn’t exist without your nudge. Whether you’re new here or a longtime lurker, know that you’ve inspired something special, and I hope it makes you smile, gasp, and maybe even groan (in all the right ways). Thank you for being brave enough to ask!

To everyone else: if you’ve ever thought someone hated you when they were actually just obsessed with you… this one’s for you, too. 💋 ~Pinkie 🍒

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Summary: You’re convinced Eddie Munson hates your guts. He’s loud, smug, always in your space, throwing jabs and cracking jokes that leave you flushed for all the wrong reasons. Or so you think. But when jealousy sparks, tensions ignite, and feelings start slipping through the cracks… You might have to admit that hate and heat aren’t so different after all. Enemies? Rivals? Or just two idiots flirting badly? One thing’s for certain: things are about to get messy.

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“Mean Streak”

You’re halfway through highlighting an entire paragraph when your marker vanishes.

Literally- gone. One blink and it’s disappeared from your fingers, right as you're about to underline the one godforsaken sentence that actually made sense in this sea of academic jargon.

You turn. You already know.

Eddie Munson is standing there. Smirking. Holding your highlighter like it personally offended him.

“Do you mind?” you ask, reaching for it.

He lifts it out of reach, eyes twinkling. “Just doing my civic duty, Princess. You highlight everything. At some point, the words lose all meaning.”

You blink at him. “Are you stalking my notes?”

“I’m saving your GPA.”

You grit your teeth and go for it again, but he pivots easily, keeping it just out of reach with his absurd wingspan. You consider lunging. Maybe throwing your iced coffee in his face. Or yourself, just to knock him down. But then his eyes flick to your notebook again, the smirk morphing into something a little darker. “Also… your handwriting? Offensively cute. Are those little hearts on your i’s?”

Heat crawls up your neck. You slam the notebook shut.

“Do you need something, Munson, or are you just here to be annoying on purpose?”

He leans a forearm on the study table, close enough that you can smell him- leather jacket, cheap cologne, and some vague cinnamon warmth like a damn Red Hot. The nerve of him.

His voice drops just enough to make you hate your heartbeat. “I dunno. Do you like being annoyed?”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

He grins again, all teeth and mischief, and then- boop, taps your nose with the stolen highlighter before setting it down in front of you like a gift.

Then he walks away.

You stare after him, your mouth open, a single bold phrase looping in your head like a cursed mantra: What. The. Hell.

This has been your week. Your month. Your semester.

Eddie Munson has made a game out of ruining your peace. He steals your pens. He critiques your music. He once swapped the keyboard on your computer to Dvorak and grinned when you found out.

And he always- always, calls you things like Honor Student and Princess, said with the kind of condescending tone that feels two steps from a hate crime.

You hate him.

...You think.

You just wanted peanut M&M’s.

That’s all it was. That’s all you were trying to do. Five minutes to breathe between back-to-back lectures, a vending machine on its last mechanical legs humming like it’s preparing for death, and you- tired, over-caffeinated, toeing the line between a B+ and a nervous breakdown.

And then, of course- Eddie Munson, again.

You catch the whiff of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke just before his voice slinks in beside you.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Honor Student herself. Treating yourself today?”

He’s right beside you. Close enough that you can feel the heat from him. He’s leaned on the vending machine like he owns it, like it’s just another extension of his usual bullshit territory, and you already feel your pulse stuttering from sheer proximity.

You sigh. “Can I help you with something, Munson?”

He tilts his head and eyes your snack choice like it personally offends him. “M&M’s? Wow. Real rebellious.”

You press the buttons harder than you need to. “Not everything’s a personality contest.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he says, eyes skimming you from head to toe. There’s a curl to his lip. Mean. Appreciative. Annoyingly unreadable. "You wear those leggings on purpose, or do you just like making campus a dangerous place for the rest of us?"

You feel heat crawl up your neck. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying-” he lifts both hands like he’s innocent, which is a goddamn lie, “-those pants are against the dress code. And basic decency. If I walk into traffic, it’s your fault.”

You scowl, snatching your M&M’s when they finally clatter into the tray. “You’re so weird.”

“And yet, here we are. You. Me. One sad vending machine. Fate’s got jokes.”

You spin on your heel and storm off without another word, but he follows. Of course he does.

Because Eddie Munson isn’t done until he’s thoroughly gotten under your skin, and this? This is his favorite game.

“Hey, Princess,” he calls after you, all mock-affection. “You dropped something!”

You glance back- and realize too late he’s holding up a pink mechanical pencil. Yours. Your favorite. From your pencil pouch.

Which means-

“You absolute thief-”

His grin is infuriating. “Guess you’ll have to say please.”

God help you.

You’re going to kill him. Or kiss him. You haven’t decided which yet.

“You think you’re so clever,” you mutter, stomping toward him, palm out.

“I know I am.” He wiggles the pencil just out of reach. “Say the magic word.”

“I will throw you down a stairwell.”

“Oh, Princess,” he coos, “don’t threaten me with a good time.”

You lunge. He steps back. It becomes a weird little hallway dance- your hand swiping, his hips dodging, until you nearly crash into a bulletin board. He finally lets you snatch it back, but not before dragging his fingers down your wrist in a lingering, teasing glide.

You ignore the shiver that snakes down your spine. Or try to.

He grins like he knows.

“Ever consider therapy?” you snap.

“Ever consider dating someone who doesn’t bore you to death?” he fires back, and somehow, somehow, that flusters you more than anything else he’s said all day.

You hate that your heart’s pounding. You hate that it feels like he’s flirting. You really hate that you don’t know for sure.

“Oh my god,” you say, exasperated, “do you treat everyone like this?”

“Nah,” Eddie says, slouching against the wall, thumbs hooked into the belt loops of his ripped jeans. “Just you.”

That... actually stuns you. Just a little.

He sees it. Smirks. Doubles down.

“Guess I’ve got a mean streak for good girls.”

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out.

Because that?

That sounded an awful lot like a confession.

Later that night, at a campus party…

It’s already too hot inside, and someone’s aux cord privileges should’ve been revoked three songs ago. There’s no real theme, just sticky floors, half-assed fairy lights, and a keg cup that you’re pretty sure tastes like floor cleaner.

You spot Eddie across the room before he sees you. He's in his usual uniform: ripped jeans, black band tee, a red and black flannel tied low around his waist, all devil-may-care smirk and feral curls. He’s laughing at something a guy says, but he barely looks engaged- until he notices you with a double-take.

Then he lights up like it’s his birthday.

“Honor Student,” he purrs, suddenly beside you like he teleported. “Didn’t expect to see you at a den of sin like this.”

You raise a brow. “Didn’t expect you to look like you’ve showered recently.”

“Ouch,” he says, a hand over his heart. “Why so cruel?”

“Why so here?”

“Maybe I was hoping to run into you.”

You snort. “Sure you were.”

He leans closer, voice dipped in that rough, teasing edge. “You always wear leggings to parties too, or did I just get lucky?”

You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts, but the heat in your face betrays you. And Eddie- being Eddie, notices.

“Careful,” he says, mouth brushing your ear with the next words. “You’re gonna make a guy think you like being teased.”

You elbow him. He laughs. Loud. Unapologetic.

And when some overly confident frat guy stumbles over to talk to you a few minutes later, Eddie doesn’t leave.

He looms.

Not subtle. Not polite. Definitely not quiet.

The guy’s name was something like Trevor or Travis- someone with a rich-kid watch and too much cologne. He’s nice enough. Smiles at you like you’re the only girl in the room. Asks what you’re studying. Laughs when you make a joke.

But Eddie doesn’t laugh. Eddie stands there, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes flicking between you and Fratboy like he’s calculating the most efficient way to bury a body.

“Hey, bro,” Eddie says, voice as fake-sweet as poison. “You lost or something?”

Travis blinks. “Sorry- do you two know each other?”

Eddie grins, wide and sharp. “Oh yeah. She’s my favorite honor student.”

You shoot him a warning look. “Eddie-”

He doesn’t take the hint.

“She tutors me,” he says, smirking now. “Real smart. Good with her hands.” He says suggestively.

Your mouth drops open. Travis looks between you both, visibly weirded out.

“I… uh- I’m gonna go get a drink,” he says and quickly bails.

You round on Eddie, fuming. “What the hell was that?”

Eddie shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Didn’t like how he was looking at you.”

“And you care why?”

You expect more snark, some bullshit comebacks- but what you get instead is him blinking, caught off guard by the question.

He hesitates. Just long enough.

Then his voice drops, rough and low, barely audible over the music.

“‘Cause I saw you first.”

Your stomach flips. Your breath catches.

And for once- you don’t have a comeback.

​​You blink at him. Once. Twice.

The music warps around you, thudding louder somehow, but it’s all white noise now. You’re too focused on the smug tilt of his mouth, the flicker of something not smug in his eyes.

“Do you even hear yourself?” you say, laughless. “You treat me like crap every time we talk and now suddenly you’re- what? Jealous?”

Eddie’s expression shifts. Barely. But enough.

“You’re always messing with me, Munson. Always.” Your voice rises before you can stop it. “If you hate me so much, why do you even bother?”

His mouth parts. Nothing comes out.

You shake your head, heat prickling at your cheeks. “Seriously- why do you care who I talk to or what I wear or what I’m doing if I’m just some joke to you?”

A moment of silence passes.

And then- quiet. Uncharacteristically raw.

“Hate you?”

It’s not mocking. It’s not amused.

He huffs a breath, rubs the back of his neck like he’s trying to physically scrape the tension off himself.

“Sweetheart,” he says, and for once, there’s no irony in it. “I’ve been flirting with you since the first day you wore those fucking strawberry earrings.”

You freeze.

“What?” you ask, but it’s barely a whisper.

He looks pained- like the words hurt on the way out. “Yeah. Those stupid earrings. The ones with the little green leaves. You sat next to me in Lit 203 and kept twirling them while you took notes. I couldn’t focus on a damn thing.”

He shrugs, half-defeated, half-defensive. “So I started being an asshole. Because it was easier than- y’know. Admitting I kinda wanted to lick fruit-scented lip gloss off your lips.”

You stare at him, breath caught somewhere between your ribs, and disbelief.

Eddie looks back. Waiting. Bracing.

Like he just handed you a knife and isn’t sure whether you’ll cut him open or carve your initials next to his.

You blink again. “You’ve been flirting with me?”

“Yeah.” His voice is rougher now, almost sheepish. “Terribly. Obviously.”

You both stare at each other. The party noise around you fades into meaningless static. Adrenaline and confusion melt into something warmer. Sharper.

“You could’ve just asked me out,” you breathe.

He licks his lips. Nervous. “Yeah? Would you have said yes?”

“Maybe.”

He steps closer. Inches away now. “Let’s find out.”

He tugs your hand without asking, threading your fingers through his like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like you haven’t spent months bickering.

The night air hits your face the second you’re outside- cool and biting, like a slap that wakes you all the way up. Or maybe it’s just the way Eddie looks back at you as he leads you toward the lot where his van is parked, curls wild in the wind, lips parted like he’s one second from losing every ounce of his self-control.

When you reach the passenger door, he fumbles for his keys, but you’re already grabbing his face, dragging his mouth to yours like something in you has finally snapped. The kiss is clumsy and urgent, hot with months of pent-up want.

He groans into your mouth, low and wrecked.

“Shit,” he mutters, fumbling the door open behind you. “Get in. Please. Before I do something very illegal out here.”

The second the van door slams shut, you’re on him again- hands gripping his shirt, teeth dragging across his bottom lip like you’re trying to bite the words right off his tongue. He’s stunned for a half second, breathless, eyes wide- and then he’s kissing you back with all the pent-up tension of a guy who’s been dreaming about this exact moment and never thought it’d actually happen.

You push him back against the seat, climbing into his lap, the worn leather creaking beneath you. The kiss deepens, filthier now, tongues tangling, your hips rolling just enough to make him gasp into your mouth.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, his hands skating up your thighs, greedy and reverent. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smirk against his lips. “Don’t be dramatic.”

His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

But you do.

You do- because you feel him, hard and twitching beneath you, and it sends a dark thrill straight through you. And maybe it’s that thrill that makes you shift off his lap, dropping to your knees on the floor of the van, palms braced on his thighs.

Eddie blinks down at you like he just got smacked in the face with a dream he’s too scared to believe.

“Wait, are you-”

You reach for his belt.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, head thunking back against the seat, hands scrabbling to help you, or maybe just worship you. “You don’t have to- fuck… you really don’t have to.”

You look up at him, pupils dark and wild. “Let me.”

His mouth falls open. No witty comeback. No smartass reply.

Just stunned silence and the sound of his zipper lowering.

You free him from his jeans and- god… he’s thick, flushed, and already leaking at the tip. You wrap your hand around him and begin to stroke, and he whines, hips jolting like he’s got no control left in his body.

“Fuck, baby, slow down-” he pants, eyes glued to you, like he can’t believe you’re actually on your knees for him. “I’m gonna- shit, I’m not gonna last if you look at me like that.”

You drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, slow and teasing, watching him twitch in your hand. His thighs are trembling already. You hollow your cheeks and take him in, inch by inch, until his hand flies to the back of your head- not to push, necessarily, just to hold.

Just to anchor.

“Holy shit,” he chokes out, jaw slack, lips parted in some desperate, reverent daze. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”

You hum around him, and he bucks his hips with a broken groan, knuckles white where he grips the seat, like he’s trying not to lose his mind entirely.

“S-sweetheart, you gotta-” His voice cracks. He’s panting now, thighs shaking beneath your hands. “You gotta stop. Or I’m gonna cum in your mouth and you’re never gonna get rid of me.”

You pull off with a wet pop, licking your lips slowly, just to see the way he shudders.

“Who said I wanted to get rid of you?”

Eddie stares down at you like you just shot him through the heart in the best possible way.

“Marry me,” he says immediately. “I’m serious. We can drop out right now and live in this van.”

You laugh, breathless, and he reaches for you- pulling you back into his lap, wrapping both arms around you like he never wants to let go. His mouth is on your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, desperate little kisses between heavy pants.

“You’re gonna let me return the favor, right?” he growls, voice rough and dark with promise.

You blink. “Eventually.”

He groans again. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You grin. “That’s the idea.”

You’re straddling him over the bench seat like instinct took the wheel. He’s gripping your hips like they’re the only thing tethering him to the planet, mouth hot and hungry against yours. His rings are cool on your skin when they slide beneath your shirt.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, tilting his head back as you grind against him. “I’m gonna wreck you.”

You bite his lower lip, pulling it with your teeth. “That the goal?”

He growls- growls, and pulls you in harder.

Clothes disappear in chaotic bursts. His hands never stop moving. Neither do yours. There’s laughter and cursing and soft, reverent swearing when he finally gets you bare over him.

When you sink down onto him, it’s slow- torturously slow, until you’re fully seated in his lap and both of you are gasping like you’ve run miles.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie pants, his head thumping back against the seat. “You feel- fuck, baby. I’m not gonna last long if you keep clenching like that.”

You roll your hips, moaning as you do, and his hands tighten at your waist.

“You’ve been teasing me for months,” you say, voice breathless but wicked. “You can take it.”

He grins- wrecked and adoring and so goddamn filthy. “Ride me, princess. Show me how bad you really are.”

And you do.

Hard. Slow. Grinding and bouncing and losing your mind with every slick slide of your bodies.

Eddie’s loud, filthy with praise and curses, his hands everywhere- your ass, your back, your thighs. He meets every thrust with an upward snap of his hips like he’s desperate to stay buried as deep as possible.

When you both finally shatter, it’s loud. Unapologetic. Like every repressed bit of tension finally lets go all at once.

You collapse against him, both of you shaking, panting, holding each other like you’ve got no plans of moving any time soon.

Eddie kisses the side of your face, then your jaw, then your lips again.

"That Travis guy? Late to the party. I’ve been front row since day one," he smirks.

And you laugh, even as your heart races. “Shut up, Munson.”

But despite his cocky bravado, you kiss him again anyway.

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[bookinit02]

hi!! i was just wondering if you had any buddie fic recs? i've read all of yours, and i tried to sort through your bookmarks afterwards but it ended up really overwhelming me for some reason 😞 so i was just curious if there were any you'd recommend, like specifically? love your fics btw hope you have a great day/night 🫶

hi!! 1) thank you so much and 2) yes, definitely! i have too many buddie fics that i absolutely love tbh, which is probably why my bookmarks are overwhelming—i think i have almost 150 by now😭 but here are the ones on my god tier list, in no particular order!

failing up by derryfacts2 (10.7k): eddie confesses his love and buck is insane about it. i ADORE the writing of this, especially the dialogue. they are Best Friends For Real.

forwards beckon rebound by hyruling (9.7k): eddie’s coma dreams after a car accident en route to texas. an absolute gut-punch in the best way possible.

hope is the thing with feathers by effervescentwolf (29.5k): this one makes me CRAZYYYY!!!!! magical realism, buck gets turned into his kid self and eddie takes care of him. i remember crying so much at this one because. baby buck. ohhhhhhh he needs a hug so bad. and he gets them! thank god. need to reread this one again asap actually.

should we talk about the weather by trysetmeonfire (20k): basically takes the idea of drift compatibility from pacific rim (which is one of my all-time favorite tropes, despite never having seen a single minute of pacific rim), and brings it to the real, non-au world. buck and eddie are Linked. good shit.

the going water and the gone by trysetmeonfire (31.5k): eddie presumed dead fic where buck takes care of chris. these are my favoriteeeeeee angst fics of all time, but especially this one. they hurt so good.

theoretical corpses, laughing by amiril (25k): this is actually just one of my favorite fics like. Ever. (and its predecessor, which you should probably read first). it’s about the Aftermath of eddie getting stuck in a time loop, from buck’s perspective. if that doesn’t make you want to read it, i don’t know what will. also, this fic has, to date, the MOST ACCURATE depiction of adhd that i have ever seen in my life, as someone with very likely undiagnosed adhd. literally love this so bad like it’s not even funnyyyyyy.

no place like by clytemnestra (51.6k): buddie platonic hookup fic w/ angst. delicious. i loveeeee this trope and this one especially is just so well done. infinite kudos!!

good pretender by likeshipsonthesea (85k): THIS ONE OKAY. THIS IS MY RAVI FIC OF ALL TIME. basically starts as buckravi fwb (non-explicit), then turns to buddie. split povs between buck, ravi, and eddie. this is THEEEE depiction of canon ravi to me. it explores his family and his culture and his personality and his childhood like. so fucking well. every time i miss ravi i come back to this fic. on top of that, though, it explores buck and eddie just as well (including buck’s traumas/hang-ups about casual sex). just incrediblyyyyy well done like i cannot give this fic enough praise. please read it if you have not🙏🏼

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts (54.4k): buck and eddie work through buck’s bucket list after the lightning strike. soooooo sweet like genuinely heartwarming. i love this one a lot.

burn the straw house down by rarakiplin (40.2k): this is THE time loop fic to me. along with the amiril one. like these two fics together could actually keep me going for the rest of my life with nothing else to read. desert island shit. i am obsessed with this fic to the degree that i read it six (SIX) times in a row when i first discovered it. all 40k. like literally for days on end i did nothing but read this fic. in fact i think i will go read it again Right Now.

that’s not all the fics in my god tier list (and certainly not all the ones i’ve ever loved and/or bookmarked), but hopefully it gives you a good idea of where to start! i really recommend looking around for yourself, finding authors you love, and reading all their work. i wholeheartedly love every single author on this list, and many many more! happy reading💗💗💗

[wanderers-vault]

Ooooh my god the new welcome home update was sooo good I love this project.

I have a couple of theories about it that I want to share, mainly surrounding Julie’s and Franks relationship and what that last image may mean for them.

I’m also gonna mention the buggle cause I have thoughts about the little guy.

Ok I’m gonna assume that y’all have seen everything in the new update so I’m only gonna really explain details that I think are important to my point. Also these are my thoughts and interpretations and could be tweaked in the future.

Okkay so first, Julie, Frank, and even Eddies deal. Gonna start with Eddie to get him out of the way.

I am very much a Frank x Eddie are endgame truther but what I’m stumped on is if they even see each other that way rn. There’s too much that’s unexplained right now, but with the lavender flowers around him and him expressing interests for a relationship, I think seeds are being sown for Eddie to potentially develop feelings for Frank assuming they aren’t already together.

So for Julie and Frank, it’s really cool that we get to see how deep their bond is at least on Julie’s side of things. Unfortunately so much so that the idea of him looking down on her sends her into a spiral and makes her desperate.

I think she may also have some feelings for Frank because of referring to the play they did together as “romantic” when she’s alone with the flower. Considering that this flower has been the only thing to “witness” this side of her, I can only interpret this as genuine. The play also seems to give her a a sense of wish fulfillment as she wishes her issues were so easily solvable and that she was glad Frank could take the lead once she goes to sleep.

It makes me sad how much pressure she puts on herself and how that overwhelms her.

She did seem to avoid the actual kiss in the play, so maybe by now she knows that Frank doesn’t reciprocate or feel comfortable with it? Idk, but it doesn’t completely rule out how she feels about him romantic or not. (Side note: it’s funny how high of a pedestal she puts him on when mentioning his performance in the play when he goes deadpan when she’s asleep and starts snarking about it)

But regardless of her romantic inclination, from what we hear about their relationship it makes sense she’s so attached to him! It’s sweet to see how much of a rock he’s been to her, making her feel safe and welcome. I was always a big fan of the two of them and seeing how this update developed the two warms my heart.

But it’s sad how much her care for him is a double edged sword cause when it mattered most she doubted her friend’s unconditional love and could not allow him to see her failure and potentially did something even worse.

Before we analyze Frank let’s get into theory territory.

I think she killed the flower in front of Frank, as well as the Buggle.

I mean, look at his face.

That looks like stumbling upon a murder.

And sure it’d be pretty low stakes if it wasn’t for the fact that caring for flowers is Julie’s THING and bugs are FRANKS.

I personally believe that Frank went to check on her since she seemed distressed, Julie panicked and tried to get rid of the flower. But since the Buggle was also there…

So what the hell is a Buggle and why did it suddenly get important this update?

Well let’s think about the three places it shows up in

It’s torn advertisement when it’s described to “change, grow, and love your life forever”, the box that W received covered in black goo to the point it couldn’t be Id’d, and in the final short on the black flower bud.

Except I think it shows up in one more place….

Frank’s “An Ode to: Hibernation”

I know it’s not a complete 1 to 1 but I think it’s interesting how it bears resemblance to the bug on the cover of this particular song (one that I am obsessed with). Because the transcript that this cover leads to shows Franks strong love of bugs and the loneliness he feels when they have to hibernate.

But I also think it represents how he misses Julie when she hibernates. Since not only is his topic of interest gone for months but so is his best friend.

No wonder he didn’t mind an early spring. But he also obviously know when he has to put his feelings aside for the sake of those he cares about.

So with the description of the Buggle on the advert and its possible connection to the hibernation song. I think the Buggle is not only something he’d be distress to witness killed but also represents Frank’s love and care. The update did a lot to demonstrate how Frank helped Julie through a hard time in her life.

But in her desperation to protect their relationship she did something worse that could threaten it.

So, what do I think happens next?

Honestly not much, I feel like we’re still in the “prologue phase” of the story and the other odd happenings from previous updates haven’t really led to any obvious changes from the status quo.

From what we understand of Frank, he’d probably still be more interested in making sure his friend is ok rather than be hung up on whatever happened. Obviously they wouldn’t be able to look at each other the same way, but they’d probably try to move on as soon as possible. Think of it more like an inciting incident for things to come. Who knows maybe she didn’t hurt the flower or the Buggle, maybe she was close to but stoped in time.

This kinda comes more from this image for the Spring update.

In the back it looks like Frank is comforting Julie over that unopened bud.

There’s just so much more story to tell and storms to weather before these characters have a major shift in dynamics I think.

Soooooo….what about Frank?

I’ll be honest (Frank if you will) Franks my favorite character. So I am both extremely scare and excited for what he’s being set up for. Bros witnessed his friend going through shit 3 times already.

I honestly believe he’ll be more involved in trying to figure out what’s going on.

Despite being the resident grump we’ve seen a very tender and caring side to him for his bugs, Julie, Poppy, and even Eddie.

Not to mention that he’s been closely associated with Hawthorn flowers which represent hope.

It’s hard to believe that he’ll see all these incidences and be happy with staying ignorant, he’s a curious fellow after all.

Now how successful he’ll be is another story.

(From the secret exhibition page)

“Julie says they still have something to say, though. I have heard from her… A rose without thorns… But still has leaves… Is filled with fear… And with hope. When both are not there, however… There may be neither hope nor fear.

Isn’t that something.”

(From the new phone call from Wally)

I am scared for these puppets

[imagine--if]

A/N: I've missed writing for Eddie 🥹 hope you enjoy reading! And happy 2nd anniversary to The Batman movie!! Can't believe I fell in love with the film and its characters two solid years ago, and super hyped for the sequel 🖤 A Bruce Wayne/Battinson imagine will be coming soon, so stay tuned!!

Wordcount: 1.3k

Time period: Riddler Year One, Issue 6 (beginning of The Batman)

He hated it when you were gone this long.

It was okay if he knew where you were, if you were working or out with a couple of friends, someplace he could track you through your phone. Through windows. Through anything. As long as the sun was still out and he knew exactly where you were, could reach you whenever he wanted, he could keep his grip on his mentality, and at least half-focus on his plans and preparations.

But he couldn't do any of that right now. Which led to the inevitable.

Pacing his shabby little apartment that you somehow managed to make a little brighter, tidier, something close to home, closer than he'd ever got before. But now, it was cold and dark and empty, painfully quiet, apart from his uneven, staggering breaths that Edward tried in vain to swallow down.

'Breathe.'

It was a simple job. Too simple. Sneak into the Penguin's rooms at the Iceberg Lounge, plant the bug, slip out again, unnoticed. And you would either be very much unnoticed, blending in perfectly with. there's of the deceptively beautiful girls and boys who danced and flirted and drank at the bars and around round tables and tall, glossy silver poles stretching up into the high ceilings of the club. Or you would be pulled aside by some pervert that thought you were as pretty as Edward himself did, maybe by the Penguin, or that pig Falcone.

He shouldn't have set you. Too risky. Send a follower? No, too complicated; not enough of them yet, everything still growing and finalising, piecing together in a lovely puzzle crafted by his mind. You might well go unnoticed, but if he dared go himself, it would be a horror show.

This was a baadddd idea.

The smooth click and glide of the lock twisting and opening up the heavy front door made him flinch out of his thoughts, murky green eyes jumping to the short hallway with hope and fear in his gaze. The same hope a puppy gets when its owner comes back home, the same fear a madman harbours in a dizzying craze, living off the what-ifs and obsessions their mind feeds them in the darkness.

When he speaks, it's in a rush, words tripping over each other and his voice catching, stumbling forwards to grip onto your shoulders with his soft but firm, trembling grip.

"You were gone too long," Edward insists, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, searching for your warmth and reassurance, his eyes trying to take in every part of your face at once. "Too long... and I was worrying, and I felt sick, and I- you can't do it again, please, please, because-"

"It's alright, Eddie," you cut him short gently in amusement and sympathy, your arms fitting snugly around his neck as you embrace him. You easily fill him shiver at the contact, starving, aching, as he hugs you back with enough force to make you breathless, digging his face in your neck needily with a soft whining sound.

It's almost funny, how desperate and childlike he can be, all big green eyes sparkling with joy and awe at how readily you give your affections to him, his skin bare of any sweet touch from another being in Gotham other than yours. But he doesn't want anyone else's now, anyway. The rest of Gotham can sink into its corruption, and his hope incarnate can dance above the waves.

He gazes up at you in a slight daze, speechless, and you smile at him the way you do, the way that makes him smile back in giddy wonder, his thoughts spinning around and around like a carousel, all bright, pure lights and ethereal tunes.

"I miss you," Edward mumbles, half to himself, his stare wandering to study your eyes, your nose, your lips. "Always."

"I missed you too," you reply earnestly, "but it was worth it. I did what you said."

He blinks at your words, his attention circling back as he looks up into your eyes in curiosity and a sweet, almost innocent light, one that doesn't at all match the moment.

"I bugged his office," you clarify, nodding, "in and out. No one saw my face, and if they did, they won't remember it."

Edward lets out a slow breath, his expression loosening from intrigue and thought to the depths bubbling to the surface, his eyes spiked with venom and his words hushed with a small smirk.

"Oh," he mumbles, before giggling slightly, blinking up at you in pride and unhinged malice. "I love you."

You beam at his words, your fingers stroking down the plump curve. of his cheek, an action that makes him shudder and his breath catch in his throat, his eyes round and adoring.

"I love you too, Ed."

"I- I'll give you everything," he promises, his words rolling into lovestruck rambles between repeating your name, "everything I have. Every... everything."

There's that strange but familiar feral hunger in his eyes, not violent, but full of untethered passion and obsession, of love and lust, of everything he's never experienced before. And now that he is, he wants it all, wants it now, to feel everything at once and lose himself in endless spirals of pleasure and ecstasy that rakes up his spine and makes his voice crack and break-

"I'll never," Edward continues in a whisper, tugging you deeper into his arms, walking back and down onto his couch and pulling you with him, "never let you go. Everything will happen as it should, and I'll be there to get you... again, and again, and again, and again, and-"

You let him keep rambling on, his cheek rubbing against yours and ducking into the hot curve of your neck like a cat, his damp lips skimming your skin mindlessly, hanging onto you with his surprisingly strong grip, even though there's nowhere else to go. Tonight, there's nothing but the Riddler, his arms trapping you inside all that he is.

Black and green screens of computers running code down their displays absently fills the night with an eerie but almost comforting glow, polaroid pictures of his targets, red ink scribbled harshly in question marks and accusations over the glossy print. For you, there's a separate case of shots, most taken with you knowing, across the room in his apartment, with Edward grinning and giggling when you glare at him weakly in amusement and protest at the constant flashes and printing of pictures and mugshots.

No escape. None at all. You're with him for life, because you let him in, and like a virus, he ran through everything that makes you, you, drinking it in and fantasizing up until this very moment. A moment where Edward forgot about the blood he shed and the streams up for his cult following, the big board pinned with pictures and news clippings and rage in the form of black and white. He just clung to you fiercely, inhaled you, to do it all again the next morning, still trembling with the warmth and tremors of raw desire and love.

I am there, but cannot be seen," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling impossibly closer to you, his fingers lacing with yours, "to have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything. What am I?"

You've heard this one before. It was in one of the little notes he left you during your first few meetings with him, and every one of his riddles seemed to have something to do with you, with how he saw you, absolutely angelic with no flaws, no blemishes, gorgeously unharmed by the wicked world of Gotham.

"Hope?" you guess correctly, glancing up at him expectantly, and he giggles again, his fingers tracing over your lips boldly, caught up in the moment and his own wonderful world of puzzles and clues.

"Or," Edward smiles brightly at you, resting his forehead against yours... and answering with your name.

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[majestyeverlasting]

Hey babe, first I wanted to say that I read your post about asks, so I'm not sure if this request is too much, but I'll be hopeful.

So, in your last post about Eddie, you had the reader draw, but what do you think about an Eddie who draws and not just drawings about his interests, about RPGs because the reader is aware of this, but she doesn't know about that specific sketchbook that's at the bottom of Eddie's drawer, which she thought was a sketchbook that was out of pages or a notebook where he writes song lyrics, etc… but one day she accidentally sees the content of that sketchbook, which wasn't anything she expected because BOOM, it's simply the drawings Eddie made of her (I was imagining them kinda at the beginning of their relationship where they've already had sexual experiences together but are still new to doing this together) and she's fascinated seeing the drawings where she's kneeling all pretty and with her pretty and shining eles, one of her w butt cheeks red from spanks (of course I'd make this about a mean!Eddie), one of her with Eddie's hand wrapped around her neck, etc… I'll leave the rest to you.

so she's gonna confront him about this, and suddenly he's not his provocative boyfriend anymore, and he's all weird about it because you were never supposed to see what you saw, you question him about it, and he says it's something he's always wanted to try with you but he thought it might be too much for you, and he didn't want to scare you off and make you run for the hills, he says his past experiences with this kind of sex were good, but he imagines with you, it'll be like heavenly.

No pressure, babe, you don't need to write if it's too much, and you don't need to add smut at the end, I trust you! Love you 💗

Firstly, love you too. Secondly, thanks so much for waiting. When I read this ask on day one, I knew I was going to enjoy writing it. I will never turn down the opportunity to write an artistic character into a fic because people who are gifted in that way will always be impressive to me. I dabbled in drawing and painting once upon a time.

Also, I have no idea what the etiquette is when it comes to longer, descriptive asks like this (I'm obsessed with it still), so I'm panicking and just going to post the fic separately with a link back to this ask.

Fic is titled, Fortune Favors the Bold and will be posted shortly after this—so keep an eye out 🤍 (update: it's out)

[mydearyanderes]

Yandere! Welcome Home Neighbors Headcanons | Part 1!

Headcanons of how all the neighbors in Welcome Home would act as Yanderes!

Characters: Barnaby, Eddie, Frank, and Howdy!

TW: Threats, suicidal ideation, stalking, workplace harassment 

Barnaby B. Beagle 

It would take a lot for him to become full on obsessed with you

He’d act less like a boyfriend and more like an overprotective father

Barnaby wants you by his side 24/7, no matter what

If you don’t? Well get ready for a lot of a lot of passive aggressive comments about how he “just wants to protective” and how you’re being stuck up

He shrugs off any legitimate concern you have for the relationship, instead just laughing off all of your kvetching, as he calls it

Don’t forget that Barnaby is 8 feet tall

He’d never hurt you, no he’d never dream of it!

However

I can see him not so subtly reminding you how much larger he is compared to you, how he could easily overpower you if he wanted

Hopefully this keeps you in line

As long as you’re on his good side, he’s a great guy! Always laughing and joking with you, doing everything in his power to make sure you are entertained and won’t leave him

Eddie Dear

Oh he’s just so smitten!

Definitely a love at first sight type of guy

Stumbles over all his words when talking to you, you just make him so nervous! 

He respects your personal space, after all he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable! 

However he doesn’t really understand the concept of emotional space

Eddie will inject himself into any and every activity you get yourself in to

Talking to Frank? Eddie’s there! Relaxing under a tree? Eddie’s there! Sleeping in the privacy in your own home? Eddie’s there.

He’ll send you anonymous love letters, but it’s really obvious who sent them

Because when he gives the letter to you he says things that make it blatant that it was him 

“Oh this guy really seems to like you!” “I haven’t even opened the letter yet...” “O-oh uhm... uh... I went through your mail?”

Terrible at lying

Overall a pretty harmless yandere, just wants your love and attention, even through rather creepy means

Frank Frankly

His yandere tendencies will only show after you two have been dating for a while 

He’ll whisper things here and there, about how your friends can’t be trusted

Barnaby is annoying. Sally is arrogant. Wally is creepy. Poppy is uptight. Etc.

No one is good enough for your attention, for your love

Even Frank battles with the idea that he isn’t good enough for you

You’ll have to spend many late night assuring him that, yes, he is good enough and that, yes, you do really love him

If you ever try to leave, or do anything that doesn’t involve him, he’ll guilt trip you until you stayed

You’re right, Frank is worthless and unworthy of love, you should just go ahead and leave him

If you call his bluff, and you continue to have relationships with others besides him. Or worse, break up with him, he’ll go mad

At first it’s trying to use logic to get you to stay. Then he get’s angry, yelling and throwing things in your direction and threatening to hurt himself. Lastly he’ll collapse to the floor, crying and sobbing until you decide to stay with him again, even for just a bit longer

He’ll repeat this cycle for as long as needed

Howdy Pillar

It starts out as a small crush, then it snowballs into something much, much more sinister 

You know how Barnaby pays for his hotdogs with jokes?

Well for you, you’ll have to do increasingly more and more elaborate things

Howdy does this purely to enjoy your company, even if for just a few minutes longer

It may even get sexual, assuming you two are already in a relationship

He gives you, and only you, ridiculous discounts on items 

Things in the store that you wanted that weren’t in the store are suddenly there now

Even things that you don’t remember telling anyone else that you wanted

He may even hire you as his assistant in his store, so he can rest easy knowing he’s with you most of the day

Soon, it won’t be enough. Howdy wants you around him constantly now. You’re too perfect to only see for a few hours a day

He’ll coerce you into a relationship with him if you two aren’t dating

If you refuse? 

Well, you don’t want to know what Eddie will resort to if you do that

[urhoneycombwitch]

re: Vegas idea

I'm just thinking, would roommate!reader even put themself in that position in the first place? lmao I would imagine they would have that situation on their long "worst-case" list and have a million get-outs already lined up even before setting foot in the state like "here's a map with all the quick trip chapels these are the streets we need to AVOID and here's how to get an annulment in Nevada JUST IN CASE"

but I also see how with a bit of drink and drug (and some coercion from one especially pretty brown eyed boy 🙄) could lead them astray

(Vegas fic idea in question)

here’s the loophole I’m envisioning: it’s a Vegas trip for Robin’s bachelorette and roommate!Reader is so consumed with the logistics of road travel with a big group that the idea of a quickie marriage is like not even in their top TWENTY list of Greatest Fears.

there are goddamn rattlesnakes in Vegas. and one million degree heat. and endless nothing desert if a member of the party decides to wander unattended and they’re gonna be LOST FOREVER and you KNOW roommate!R is obsessive w every detail of the trip so no one gets grievously injured or dies!!!!

y’all certainly aren’t breaking down on the side of the highway or being forced to car camp when reservations fall through because every step of the way is designed for maximum efficiency and safety 🫡 and by god you get that caravan to Vegas in one piece 🫡

And Eddie (who has been slowly watch R climb to the top of her personal Everest of obsessive control and knows there’s gonna be a drop soon) brings out his finest Vegas joint at the hotel room later and gives you a standing ovation for all your hard work. truly 👏👏 ok time to relax!! you earned it!!!

enter two more joints, 4 hours, a minibar, and a set of dimples that convinces you a trip to the chapel would be a FANTASTIC cap to the day 😇😇😇

[wenellyb]

Re: your question about why do 911 fans want a breakdown for characters... I have a thoughts!

Mainly, I think it's because a character who is in (visible) breakdown mode is a character who is positioned to receive a fair amount of care/comfort/support from other characters. Typically breakdown character is getting a decent amount of screen time, while receiving comfort/support from other characters (i.e. Eddie in season 5-- has a breakdown, we see Buck there rushing to his side to help, and over the course of a the rest of the season we see him go to therapy, bobby going out of his way to check in on him, Buck supporting household duties, etc.) And really, I think that everyone wants their favorite character to be on the receiving end of that type of comfort/support/loving scrutiny. They want to see the other characters rally behind them.

Also, I think the idea of a breakdown is just more cathartic for the viewers who--let's take the buck/bobby death example-- are having a really hard time with the death of bobby. They probs want to see another main character (who loved bobby like a father), struggle in a way that feels visually representative of the years and depth of relationship they had (and how viewers are feeling) via a character they favor (Buck))

There's no doubt about the fact that Buck and Bobby's relationship was prioritized more than Bobby +other members of the 118 over the course of the show. And when you looked at Bobby's core relationships, it's: Athena and Buck. So I think, to many viewers, it feels like those are the emotional turmoil journeys we /should/ be homed in on right now. And those are the ones other characters should be concerned over and rallying around (ex: Hen w/Athena).

And also I think it just comes down to the fact that people can't trust the show to delve into Buck's trauma about this thoroughly.

People may know that there are other episodes left of the season to explore more characters' grief but... too many traumatic events have happened to Buck thus far without even consequence. So people have lost faith in the show to actually do this Buck and Bobby story justice (unless proven otherwise).

I think Buck fans are feeling over due for a real, nuanced, emotional fallout storyline for him that doesn't become a joke or punchline. ie. dying and getting struck by lightning became ~super~ math powers that were fun for a poker game.. getting dumped by someone he probs loves (depending on if you ship BuckTommy I guess), just got him a baking addiction and friends playing monkey-in-the-middle with his phone... other traumatic events (getting crushed by a firetruck, suffering a pulmonary embolism, caught in a tsunami, watching his best friend get shot in front of him) were never explored/shown from an emotional level with other characters supporting that struggle throughout the course of it.

Anywho, that was long but that's my POV at least!

Hi Anon!!! Sorry it took me so much time to answer all the asks in my asks box and thank you so much for sending me this and added so many details. I don't share the opinion of people who are obsessed with seeing the characters having a breakdown but I can see where some of them are coming from

[gayeddieagenda]

Hii! Ooo for the director’s cut thing, for Here’s my hand fic?? Unless you’d rather talk about one specific part!

fic director's commentary ask

thank u for asking! here's my hand, there's the itch is one of my fave fics i've written - i think kaitlin once said that it was the most e fic ever, which, true. i'm a sucker for fic about phone calls (emails, texts, whatever) - i love stories that take place at a distance. even before eddie in texas was real, i was obsessed w/ the idea.

i don't actually think i intended to write this fic! i had a couple other 'eddie-in-texas' fics in my drafts that were all a little longer and more involved and then i just ended up falling into writing this instead. i've talked a little about my drafting process before, but i write pretty severely out of order, so it's always interesting to go back and see what the very first thing i wrote was. for this one, the first two things i wrote were (pretty much verbatim) the dialogue that became “Sometimes, Buck. I think, with us. We know each other so well. We let each other get away with not talking about the things we really need to," and then the buck narration lines: "Want is a slow wave, with Eddie. Buck has been riding it for a long, long time."

those became some of my fave lines of the whole fic and it's so funny to me that they were also basically the very first things i wrote! writing--writing cohesively, writing full fics, getting more than just disconnected sentences to actually come together--can be such a struggle for me, but this fic was /easy/. u can tell from my google docs too: nearly every fic i write has, bare minimum, two google docs and a notes app. i start ideating in the notes app, i shift into a google doc when it gets serious, and then i open up a fresh doc for actual drafting from the beginning. here's my hand went straight from notes app -> final draft.

because it was really just went from idea to final, there's not a lot i ended up cutting. there was more in my initial outline about buck worrying about eddie that whole summer without chris. there was also more about how eddie's been flirting with buck for like 2 months, lmao. a part i reallyyyy liked and then cut was a moment where buck is like, should we be talking about this right now? bc it's been a rough summer. chris is about to come home. it freaks buck out, to try to step into something new between the two of them at a moment when it feels like soo much is going on. and eddie just kind of answered 'i'd like to.'

that's a beat ive been thinking a lot about trying to hit in some other fics i'm working on right now - when eddie ends up being the one to come to actually making a move between them more easily, and buck is the one who's scared or resistant. i think it makes a lot of sense for buck's character: he's scared of change! he's scared of loss. he's clearlyyyy putting up a lot of walls btwn himself and the depth of what he feels for eddie right now. it's a beat i want to circle back to, but it just didn't end up totally fitting here.

the last thing i'll say is that i'm sooo relieved when i get positive feedback on my convoluted-ass fics that jump around thru memories. i keep writing the same structure of fic - single scene (usually a get-together) that bounces back thru past moments or scenes between them leading up to this moment - and /i/ love it, but sometimes striking the balance between the present and flashbacks can be a little bit of a negotiation. but i literally love to write like that so i will not stop <3 <3 <3

[steddieunderdogfics]

tips and tricks by eleloh for challenge monday's multi chap fics! it's amazing!

tips and tricks by eleloh

Rating: Mature

33,177 words, 3/5 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Alpha/Alpha, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Teaches Steve Harrington How to Knot, By Knotting him, Anal Sex, Knotting, Fingering, Prostate Massage, Mutual Masturbation, Scenting, Best Friend Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson Lives, Some internalized alpha/alpha homophobia

Summary:

Eddie/steve, alpha4alpha. Knotting outside of rut is like squirting, for some it comes naturally and others have to be taught. Steve can’t but, for reasons he can’t name or even begin to find the right words for, is a bit obsessed with the idea that Eddie can. It’s all he can think about. Out of the kindness of his heart, and the hardness of his dick, Eddie offers to show him how it’s done. Things happen, but he gets Steve there eventually.

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Multi-Chap fics w/ <100 Comments.

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[jinxshq]

INCOMING  TEXT:    omg  hv  u  met  WILLOW  CUROTTE  of  the  NARIZA BOIS  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  mechanic n  actually  go  by  JINX.  the  thirty  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  birds eye.  allegedly  they’re  frm  sydney, australia  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  ONE YEAR.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  !  

BASICS

full name: willow curotte

nickname(s): will

alias: jinx

age: twenty eight (28)

gender: genderqueer

pronouns: they / them & she / her

birthday: april 13th

ethnicity: kanyen'kehà:ka (mohawk)

religion: agnostic

sexual & romantic orientation: queer - has no preference or care of gender or sex in a partner

status: single

residencies: born in montreal, canada; raised in sydney, australia; moved to orlando, florida and then miami, florida

languages: english, auslan

highest education level: high school dropout - completed grade 11, dropped out during grade 12

occupation(s): full time mechanic at nariza auto, mechanic for nariza bois, part-time parts puller at a junkyard

PHYSICAL  EXAM

faceclaim: kawennáhere devery jacobs

eyes: brown

hair: black — shoulder length

distinguishable marks: bumblebee tattoo the back of their neck, dimples, scattered freckles on cheeks and nose, red star on left pinky (matching with their brother)

height: 5' 2"

MENTAL  EVALUATION

mental: adhd (diagnosed at seven)

positive traits: loyal, secret keeper, creative, private, extroverted, ambitious, imaginative, thrifty

negative traits: unobservant, impulsive, judgmental, disorganized, obsessive, self-destructive, cowardly, impatient

alignment type: chaotic neutral

phobias: spiders, thunder storms

mannerisms: fidgets with whatever is in their hands, chews on pens, shortness of breath from talking too fast, whistles while working, head bobbing while listening to music, tends to avoid eye contact

hobbies & interests: running, reading, dance, cooking, cheesy rom-com movies, binge watching old tv reruns

HABITS  &  LIFESTYLE

daily routine: the type to fly by the seat of their pants; often changes their day to day depending on what is going on around her

diet & nutrition: somewhat unhealthy; snacks constantly

exercise habits: runs daily, at least 30 minutes every night

substance use: social drinker, non-smoker, casual daily use of marijuana

sleep patterns: chronically exhausted - tends to sleep less than 5 hours at a time

AFFILIATIONS  &  RELATIONSHIPS

family: victor curotte (father) & anna curotte (mother) & asher curotte (elder brother)

allies & associates: nariza bois

rivalries: rodani prowlers

enemies: edgar "eddie" dunn, xile rosario

romantic history: sinthorn rattanasiri (exes)

notable friends: darius chulanont, arinya yontararak, jaeha woo, jisung seol

INTERVIEW

when did your first realize you had a passion for cars / racing? "it's that old cliche. 'my dad started it so now im obsessed' or whatever." a casual shrug. "i don't know. he liked playing with machines cause he liked knowing how it worked. passed that on to me and now i have to know how it works, why it works, and how to make it better."

tell the story behind your alias. "honestly?" a laugh, shoulders dropping and arms crossing. leaned back in the chair, comfortable. "it's so dumb? people thought i was using witchcraft to win, it was this weird rumor and i have no idea who started it. but the name's cool so it's whatever."

what car do you drive? how have your made your car your own? "a fifth gen nissan skyline gt-r." there is pride in that voice. "she's a few years old now. got her as a gift in 2002, the last year they made them. she's had a new paint a few times. recently swapped out the gearbox and upgraded the suspension. next i'm planning a whole interior remodel, starting with pink bucket seats."

do you ever have the urge to swap positions? "yeah, sometimes. i don't envy any of the drivers or anything, don't get me wrong. they look like they have a lot of fun, they get all the glory. maybe i'd like some recognition once in a while? but nothing too serious. i'm a good driver but i ain't one of the best and i don't think i could win the races they do. plus it's more fixing them most of the time."

SPECIAL  NOTES  &  CHARACTER  LORE

obsessed with all things neon pink, bright cyan, and white for the car. but only the car. nothing else in their life is color coded like the car is. if its safe to paint, there are even engine parts that are covered in the colors. specifically: e51687 (pink) & 7bcabf (cyan)

guilty pleasures include reality tv and sappy romance movies.

once waited outside a coffee shop to catch a glance at their favorite musician, only to find out it was a look-a-like.

never been with a crew before the bois, always did car mods on the down low or for private things. mostly for themself as most in the scene in australia weren't open to custom mods. this would be the first time they've had unfettered access to someone else's ride and the opportunity makes them giddy.

think mad scientist level obsession with cars. think like jinx from arcane (yes thats why i made the name). very crazy with mods and messy building.

constantly covered in some kind of car fluid, be it grease, oil, coolant, transmission fluid

a snob who thinks automatic transmissions are for casuals

hard of hearing! wears hearing aids on the daily & lip reads when needed - started learning australian sign language (auslan) in high school

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A STORY FOR THE STREETS

classic story of girl raised by a single dad and older brother who takes on their hobbies because what else are they supposed to bond over.

[trigger warning: parental death] born in canada but after their mom's passing when she was 5, dad moved the two kids and himself back to his home in sydney, australia.

dad works as a mechanic, passed on the love of cars to both his kids. asher become obsessed with racing, willow not so much. she just wanted to take them apart and put it all back together. evolved into making things better.

thankfully nothing tragic happens to big brother, after winning for years and becoming one of the best in the scene in sydney, he retired and started a family! go asher, we love to see it.

willow raced once and after an embarrassing display and coming dead last and losing their car, vowed never to race again. but promised never to let anyone lose either.

used their brother's connections to make some friends in the scene after they got older. never joined any crew, instead worked as a "neutral" mechanic & refused to be bought by one or another.

let for florida when they turned twenty four. was meant to be following a job and becoming a legit mechanic in the imsa but things didn't work out - for reasons she tends not to speak about.

those reasons though, were because the person they were meant to apprentice under and learn things from actually worked for the cartels.

worked for the cartel for a couple years as a mechanic before making their escape to orlando. didnt really get involved in too much but did know some things.

moved to orlando and attempted to make a shop from the ground up. when that failed, learned about the dominating crews in miami and moved that way to attempt to make friends. didn't want to go home to sydney after too many embarrassing moments.

joined nariza bois after lots and lots of groveling and proving themself. maybe flexed their brother's name too.

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More ideas to share

I feel like that dink wouldn't 100% part to sage to the point he isn't himself anymore but rather they are affected by each other in way similar to Eddie and venom, them both needing each other as they share a common enemy altho to degrees as the chain isn't on sight with sage then with dink but they both hate the chain and them wanting reader to themselves I would think they would have a similar relationship to venom and Eddie with the hole dink needing a host and sage was at the right time and place as other links would physically would fit to being dink's host like sage since their all links but unlike sage they have a personal problems with each other that would be too much work fo dink plus if dink did become just part of sage and not one being anymore he wouldn't be able to spy on reader without reader noticing. Tho the two can read each other's thoughts and see their memories. I pitch this: dink always had dark thoughts over reader ever since reader played the loz games infact he always was watching them aware that there was a screen between him and them, he heard their voice and saw their face. He was watching them every minute they were on that device they used, studying them taking notes and getting every info he get his hands on, in the games where link fought against his shadow he would always stare at them when he get the chance at first it was his curiosity to learn more on how to take down these links and I guess this person who was with link at all times but as the relationship between reader and the links grew and reader playing more loz games it became much more darker than it was before till he got enough info on what reader's actions and seeing how their not really that much of a threat when link isn't in the equation and knowing how the links would help anyone who needed help and how they are close to reader, he picked them kidnapping them from their world to his and so placing them near the chain as a way toy with them as they getting much more obsessed over reader did he too and when the day finally came he took reader and sage at girst he wanted to kill reader but their was something in his heart that just didn't want too, so instead he took them both back to the real world. What I'm basically saying self aware yandere dink. So the possibility sage gets fangs please. I got this from a dream, just dink watching reader when they play the loz games and each time they play those games and he pops up he gets much more self aware and the desire to know every single thing about reader by watching and hacking into their device and like how that horror game( AMANDA adventure I think that's what it's name is) he gets out of the screen when reader finishes Tolk he just snatches them and takes them to the era where the chain is in like he is behind them when their playing the Tolk game while reader and everyone else is unaware.

AIDVNDFNVFVOIN I LOVE SELF AWARE AUS!!!! SELF AWARE DINK BBY!!!! ✨✨✨ HE'S HEARD EVERYTHING. Sorry got a little off track with that, but really they are my favourite things 💖 and I could go off about the chain being like that.

Sage and Dink as Eddie and Venom is something I can fully get behind, although I still love the idea that Dink is slowly losing anything that isn't Sage, due to losing his magic even though at some point they don't separate anymore - yes they lose the ability to spy on reader but it wouldn't happen for at least a few months at least. Sage was the best host due to the reasons you've mentioned and as Rauru proves his body handles foreign magic the best, so rather than rejecting and keeping dink more separate he just kinda??? like with an organ transplant if you can see what I'm getting at. Also sage with fangs 👀 I'm politely looking.

NOW ONTO MY FAVOURITE PART OF YOUR ASK!! If they share memories??? Sage gets Dink's memories of reader playing the games. he'll learn the other's secrets. BUT HE'LL ALSO KNOW WHAT READER WAS SAYING AS HIS GAME WAS PLAYED!! SO HE'LL LEARN IF READER WAS SIMPING FOR HIM, OR HOW THEY APOLOGISED EVERY TIME HE TOOK DAMAGE OR ABOUT THE FROSTBITE SET. AND THAT'S ONLY BASIC STUFF IF SAGE HEARD EVERYTHING THEN READER HAS TO DEAL WITH THAT. with dink hating reader at first and slowly becoming more obsessed, gradually falling for them more with each game they played finally becoming love when he gets to know what it's like to be link in BotW and TotK because reader is so gentle??? and his eyes track the camera and originally reader writes it off until they learn that isn't normal and is more like a creepypasta or a broken savefile (sidenote @imprisioned-in-the-hole and I have talked about the links being self aware! mostly sky due to the fact that his eyes track the camera somewhat in sksw!!) And if that was the reason that he stole the reader??? because they were so so close to the chain, that they knew everything?? and now they're there and they can hold them, the real question is was the chain aware of that when they met reader in Hyrule for the first time, I know you said they weren't but if they WERE?? chaos.

[thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog]

911 Spoilers Season 2: You’ve been warned. 😅

Episode 1

Okay so I wasn’t kidding when I said I was taking notes during my rewatch of season 2. I’ll show you the first page out of 15 pages I’ve written.

My hand writing is atrocious, and my grammar is definitely all over the place, but if you find my hand writing difficult to read, I’ll have my notes transcribed below. With more of an analysis/summary.

Buddie ❤️

Season 2: Episode 1

• Buck meets Eddie (Shirtless). Buck is obviously intimidated and subconsciously finds him attractive.

Can we talk about the song choice the producers/editors went with for this scene. What do you mean “What a man” is playing in Buck’s head when he first sees Eddie.

• Eddie obviously not comfortable with team yet, wants to be impressive. Shows off Army skills. Buck is more jealous.

Eddie really just wants to be accepted and apart of the group, and just do a good job. And we have Buck over here being grumpy and realistically concerned over his own place in the team.

• Gym scene= Lots of peacocking. Eddie just wants to be helpful / impressive. Eddie obviously finds Buck attractive Buck is too jealous to actually notice that.

Why are they being so unnecessarily aggressive with each other. The tension in the room isn’t just a simple I don’t like this person vibe. It’s more of a lustful tension, that’s the best way to describe it. Keep in mind I thought the tension in this scene was weird when I first watched the episode, and before the idea of shipping them ever crossed my mind. Now rewatching it just solidifies my desire for them to end up together.

• Eddie & Buck remove a bomb and this near death experience squashes any bad blood between them and is the start of their friendship.

Possibly the shortest Enemies to Besties trope to ever exist. Not going to say Lovers yet, but the way they were looking at each other definitely suggests that possibility.

• Buck tries to come up w/ cute nicknames for Eddie. Eddie is enjoying the interaction. Both acknowledge the other is attractive when trying to figure out who won the calendar.

This scene. Eddie’s reactions. Bucks complete 180 behavioral change towards Eddie is the moment I acknowledged their mutual attraction towards each other. It’s still not the moment I shipped them, it was something I didn’t fully acknowledge until I watched more episodes. I just knew they were going to be really great friends.

* Lots of smoldering eyes from Eddie and lip biting. Eddie may not realize it, but his body language is screaming he finds Buck attractive.

Eddie doesn’t lip bite when looking at Chim, Bobbie or Hen. He only seems to do it when looking directly at Buck.

Transcribing my notes for the other episodes might take me a while. I plan to post my notes for episode 2 and 3 soon because they are short. I may even include episode 4. Idk, this little project is just to get me ready for Season 7 and possibly channel my obsession in some way other than reading fanfic.

Please feel free to tell me if I missed something or if you think I’m wrong about something I’m happy to discuss these episode break down.

[cup-half-full-of-anxiety]

Obsessed

Warning: None. Just fluff. No use of y/n

Summary: Eddie can't get enough of his daughter. He could watch her all day. Inspired by this tiktok.

Eddie x Original Reader

1,600+ words

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The idea of fatherhood was something that always haunted Eddie. It wasn’t that he couldn’t picture a perfect little blend of himself and his future wife filling their home with laughter and mischief; it was just that he hadn't exactly been fortunate enough to have a role model in the dad department. Wayne, his steadfast guardian, had shown him what it meant to be a man and to care for a home. Though Wayne was the father figure Eddie needed, his own dad had left a dark stain on the concept of fatherhood.

Everything changed five months ago when his perfect daughter was placed in his arms. In that instant, all the lingering fears and doubts were swept away. Eddie had thought after meeting his wife that his heart was filled to the brim, never imagining there could be room for more love. But he was blissfully wrong. The moment his daughter’s hazel eyes met his, he was utterly captivated. The feeling was more exhilarating than any high he had ever experienced; nothing could compare to this overwhelming rush of joy and love.

He was officially an addict. The soothing scent of his daughter's head was his antidote to anxiety, and listening to her gentle breaths as she slept on his chest brought him an unparalleled sense of peace. Her smile, especially that first time her face lit up when he came home from work, made him feel like he was floating. That same euphoria filled him now as he poured coffee into a mug for his loving wife.

Just after 8 a.m., Eddie had made his way to the kitchen, leaving his wife nursing their daughter. He smiled to himself, marveling at how motherhood had only enhanced her beauty. She had always been perfection in his eyes, but seeing her body nurture and bring their child into the world elevated her to an almost ethereal level. He could never have imagined reaching this pinnacle of happiness.

Balancing a tray with two coffees, a blueberry muffin, and a bowl of cut fruit, he made his way back to their room. As the door creaked open, his smile widened, taking in the scene before him: his daughter, sleeping peacefully on their bed; his wife, propped up against the headboard; and their two plump cats, basking in the sunlight streaming onto the edge of the bed. This was his whole world, perfectly captured in a single moment.

“Hi baby” his wife greeted him, her eyes never leaving their daughter. He placed the tray on her bedside table before he leaned over and kissed her head, pulling her from her daze.

“Coffee?” He asked as he held up her mug.

She looked up at him as if he hung the moon in the sky just for her. "Yes, please," she whispered, taking the mug. A borderline pornographic moan escaped her lips as she took the first sip. Eddie prided himself on making the perfect cup of coffee.

“Something to eat too” He added as he also handed her the bowl of fruit and pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re too good to me” She spoke softly against his lips with a smile.

His eyes drifted from his wife to his daughter. "I don’t understand how she can be so perfect," he spoke softly, his wife smiling as she watched him. Her favorite thing since their daughter entered this world was watching Eddie watch her. His eyes would follow every tiny movement, his brain cataloging everything to memory. He didn’t want to miss a thing. She knew why. His fear of fatherhood had been so deeply rooted that it often pulled him from bed at night during the pregnancy. He would wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares where he walked out on his family just like his father had. In those dreams, he never had a choice. His body always moved on its own accord, the hateful words spilling out about how trapped he felt, drowning in a life he never asked for. He would try to fight his body as it moved to the front door, the cries of his child and the begging of his wife echoing in his ears, never quieting until he was panting upright in bed, grasping the sheets to pull himself back to reality.

"We need another," Eddie broke her from her thoughts, her focusing back on him.

"What?" she asked, even though she heard him clearly.

Eddie nodded “Yes” his eyes still on their daughter. "You make more. We must replicate."

“No babe”

“Yes babe”

“Eddie-”

“Yes yes, we must. It would be wrong to keep this to ourselves”

Her laugh pulled his attention, Eddie smiling and laughing with her.

"Babe, I’m not joking," he said, climbing onto the end of the bed and making himself comfortable just above the baby's head. He leaned over and gently kissed her forehead. "I need an army. She will make the world a better place." His fingers lightly brushed through her hair, careful not to wake her but itching to hold and kiss her.

He could feel his wife’s gaze, a mixture of amusement and affection in her eyes. "An army, huh?"

"Yes," Eddie said, his tone serious but eyes twinkling. "An army of little perfections, just like her."

She reached out, placing her hand over his. "How about we cap it at just one little perfect for the time being and we’ll discuss an army later" she compromised.

Eddie nodded, his heart full. "Okay, deal," he said softly.

He settled more comfortably on the bed, gazing adoringly at their sleeping daughter. "You know," he said, his voice soft and playful, "I've been thinking of starting a club."

His wife raised an eyebrow, curious. "A ruler of an army and a club owner, that's ambitious baby?" she spoke with affectionate sarcasm.

"Oh no, I’m not the ruler, she will be" he stated matter-of-factly. "The club is The 'Perfect Daughter' club. Membership requirements include being completely smitten and willing to do ridiculous things to see her smile."

She laughed at his ridiculousness, a melodious sound that always made his heart skip a beat. "Well, I think you definitely met those criteria, Mr. President."

"Why, thank you, Madam Co-President," he replied with a mock-serious tone, taking her hand and kissing it with exaggerated gallantry.

Their daughter stirred slightly from their giggles but remained asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. Eddie could feel his wife squeeze his hand. "Just look at her, Eddie. I mean, really look at her” He moved next to her on the bed, her head resting on his shoulder “She truly is perfect."

Eddie's eyes softened as he looked back at his wife for a moment before gazing back down at their baby girl. "She is, isn't she? Sometimes I wonder how we got so lucky."

"It's not luck," his wife said, her voice filled with conviction. "It's love And a little bit of magic." She whispered the last part.

Eddie chuckled. "Magic, huh? So, does that make you a sorceress?"

"How do you not already know" she pulled back to look at him, a twinkle in her eye. "How else do you explain all of this?" She gestured to the room, to their daughter, to the life they had built together.

“Love and magic” She smiled

"Well, if you're a sorceress, then I'm but your noble knight," Eddie said, leaning in to kiss her again.

"Noble knight, huh? Does that mean you slay dragons and rescue damsels in distress?"

"Only if the dragons are made of dirty diapers and the damsels are as beautiful as you," he teased.

That infectious laugh spilled out again, the sound filling the room with warmth. "I think you might be the most noble of knights a girl could ask for."

Eddie's eyes sparkled with affection. "And you, my love, are the most exquisite sorceress in all the land."

Their playful banter was interrupted by a soft coo from their daughter. His wife reached out to gently stroke their daughter’s cheek.

"She's going to grow up surrounded by so much love." Eddie promised, his voice filled with emotion. "She deserves the world, and we're going to give it to her."

“Absolutely” She didn’t question her husband one bit.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just watching their daughter sleep. The love between them was palpable, a living, breathing force that filled the room. It was in the way they looked at each other, the gentle touches, the shared smiles, and the dreams they wove together for their little family.

Eventually, their daughter began to stir, her tiny fists stretching above her head. She opened her hazel eyes and blinked sleepily up at her parents, a smile stretching across her tiny face as she saw them both. Eddie's heart melted at the sight.

"Good morning, my sunshine," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

She gave an excited shriek in response, a sound that never failed to bring a smile to Eddie's face. His wife reached for their daughter, lifting her gently into her arms. "Look who's awake," she cooed.

Eddie scooted closer, wrapping his arms around both his wife and daughter. "Morning snuggle time," he declared.

Their daughter squirmed happily between them, her small hands reaching out to thankfully grasp at Eddie's shirt and not the hair his daughter had started going fond of pulling. He looked at his wife, their faces just inches apart. "I love you," he said simply.

"I love you too," she replied, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "More than words can say."

"And I love our little girl," Eddie added, pressing a kiss to his daughter's cheek.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in their own little bubble of love and happiness. Eddie felt like the luckiest man in the world, with his perfect daughter and his captivating wife by his side. Life was better than he could have ever imagined, and he knew that with them, it would only get better.

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🍀✨🌼🌺🥊 for ace?

this is an essay (oops) so readmore B') tons of ramblings especially about the concept, origins, and brainstorming of ace below

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

so when camp entre (truffula flu) was in its death throes, i kinda saw the end coming over the horizon and was already thinking "well, i'm really attached to a lot of the things we've done here what if i made an original webcomic based on that" and so i had to start populating it

well originally i made andrew to be in entre's spot and he was literally deoncelerized entre (until 2019 when he rly became his own thing w just some similarities) and i'm literally swagtre-obsessed til i die so i was like well obviously i want to recreate a similar dynamic so i literally made ace to be andrew's love-interest and foil. that's why i include swag as one of his inspirations and it's..kinda obvious too. but trufflu swag-mod was fine w the obvious inspiration so it's all good

it was like a decade ago i did this so things are fuzzy but i remember when things really Hit me was when i remembered(? or someone mentioned? i forgor. just basically i ended up watching) Ferris Bueller's Day Off and it literally smacked me in the face like i know Exactly what i want to do for this character now. i threw in some eddy from eene and kuzco from emperor's new groove and boom. i had him.

(i cant find my original drawings of him rn but he just. looked like some Dude at the beginning lol)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

now we get to the next part of ace's development. so when i made him he was kinda just..on the backburner but! i got the idea to try and put him in thneedville/thornville high and develop him there, but i Also wanted there to be more girl charas in the au and i was like "well i think his personality would be really interesting in a girl chara" so i made him a girl for my concept for that au

him and his twin (was gonna be run by spike/rocky's mod) they were Ace and Anna (i think..) he still has the kinda original look here even if i made it a bit more feminine. he also doesnt have a twin anymore. i joke he absorbed her in the womb and that's why he's so lucky.

bc the thing i kept was when i originally made him (cis male), his name was gonna be Dwayne and he just chooses to go by Ace bc its a cooler name. and when i made him a girl his name was gonna be equally embarrassing so he..still ended up going by Ace. (i kept it. it's his deadname now LMAO) bc after the highschool au was a Flop for me, i was like well no i want him to be a guy again but decided to make him trans bc i didnt have a trans chara yet and i thought it was Time, especially as a trans man myself, to have a chara with those sorts of experiences like me :3

i was attached to the name Ace bc 1. its fkn cool 2. i always knew i wanted him to be asexual so. the puns 3. there's a lot more puns to be made w a name like Ace and it just fit his demeanor and stuff and the way he loves doing stuff with cards (cardtricks, poker, etc) there's a lot of weight on his name being Ace and i love it

his full name is Ace Dale Miller. and it was meant to sound redneck af. being someone born n raised in mississippi, i know the culture very well LMAO and so his middle name is bc his dad (regardless of being born afab) gave him that middle name bc of Dale Earnhardt. and Miller comes from the beer of the same name. bc that was a thing i wanted was his discontent and disconnect from his roots but never fully escaping them

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

in his mainverse (zombie apoc comic whenever that happens) i keep him early-mid 30s and typically that's the age-range i default to and have done the most to Set Up for. i like him being old enough to make a name for himself and be Set (before whatever plot happens to tear it all apart) and also being in that age but having the tendencies of a manbaby. it's funni to me

however in the cult au i want to eventually get running on a blog, he's going to be a senior in high school and being a teen is the general age-range i go for for that au

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

i'm a chronic multi-shipper especially with my own ocs, so he's had flings with a lot of my friends' and former-friends' ocs, but the main chara i default to (and is canon in his canon universes) is Andrew :3

he was literally created to go with him so. ya.

exposes my obvious swagtre-redraws but acedrew. the Original Vision

but like i said i'm always down to clown with any oc with him at any time. he's just hard to love and hard to get to realize he loves. so everyone has to be prepared for that LMAO

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

his favorite things to do: be right, be correct, other people be wrong but not him, mobile games like candy crush, poker, card-tricks, darts, billiards, blackjack, craps, you get the idea he likes to gamble and do stuff you find in bars, he also likes singing, he also likes getting his way by any means necessary like it's a thrill for him to outplay and even manipulate other people so that things end up in his favor when luck isn't already working for him, he likes to show off but only when it works and people fawn over him for being so cool and skilled. oh yeah he also lowkey likes pranks and trolling ppl but he doesn't do it a ton? so i wouldn't call him A Prankster, but he does enjoy it.

he hates doing things that are the opposite of all that. like he hates being wrong, loathes losing, he hates being bored, hates getting dirty, hates too much manual labor, hates being inconvenienced especially in the smallest ways (but he does like a Challenge so this isn't the same thing as that), he hates emotions especially confronting or even recognizing his own that aren't happy good time emotions, he hates crying (him or other ppl)

the thing about him is he complains and bitches and moans about the smallest shit but if something Big and Serious were to happen to him either emotionally or physically, he'd play it off like he's fine. he's okay (he promises). like he'll whine about a paper cut all day but catch him with a mortal wound tearing through his middle and he'll hide it and march on til the blood-loss gets him. he's just That Guy.