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sp0o0kylights · 1 year

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Part Two

15 days before Christmas Steve Harrington flinches when the Christmas lights strung along the arcade flicker.

Eddie only notices because he makes a habit out of keeping an eye on questionable people when he's out and about.

Watches Harrington recover with a little shake of his head and a roll of his shoulders, as Gareth finishes up his shift, swapping cashier positions with Jeff.

Dustin and Lucas stick around long enough to greet Jeff as Eddie stares, before scuttling off to Harrington's car, pushing and shoving each other the whole way.

Eddie frowns, but decides to put the whole thing out of his head.

He doesn't need his little lamb's adoration of evil high school figures to poison his day.

xXx

12 days before Christmas and Eddie is starting to realize Harrington is everywhere.

There's a little holiday display the town center has put on. A temporary ice rink surrounded by dazzling lights, hot chocolate stands, and plenty of things to see.

Wayne and Eddie, with their traditional day of Christmas shopping complete, stroll within it, a cup of hot chocolate in hand. They never buy much--can’t, but it’s still something fun for Eddie to do with his Uncle and so and he bounces about with glee as they people watch.

A familiar shriek hits the air, and Eddie turns in time to see Mike and Dustin collide on the ice, while Lucas and his sister skate literal circles around them, laughing.

Unable to pass up on the opportunity to tease, Eddie flies to the edge of the rink, waving his hand and demanding one of the kids do a flip.

"A flip!? Eddie, I can't even skate a circle!" Henderson shouts, at the same time as Wheeler adds;

“Let’s see you try and skate with these idiots!”

“Sorry Wheeler, I think getting on the ice with you might be hazardous to my health.”

“Shut up!”

Delightful banter officially traded, Eddie turns to find his Uncle in a conversation with Steve Harrington.

Grin immediately faltering into a frown, he approaches cautiously right in time to see Wayne clap Harrington on the shoulder.

“It gets better.” Wayne says gruffly, in that tone he uses when he’s trying to give deeply emotional advice without the emotional part.

The younger boy gave a hard nod, muttering something that might have been “Thanks.”

Eddie jerked to a stop several steps away, but close enough for Wayne to see him, to know he was done and it was time to go.

Thankfully his Uncle picked up the signal, and made his way over, so the two of them could finish out their lap around the town center.

"He’s one of your classmates, right?" Wayne asked, as they turned away from the rink, Harrington back to watching the kids laugh and play around the ring.

"Not anymore." Eddie scoffs. "That's Steve Harrington."

Wayne hums noncommittally.

"As in, the rich Harrington's.” Eddie prods, because come on everyone knew who the Harrington’s were, just as everyone delighted in rightfully shitting on them. They weren’t good people. “As in, the assholes from Loc Nora?"

Another hum.

Then; "People are more than their last name, Eds. You should know that."

Eddie jerks back, stung at the admonishment.

Wayne’s not mad, never is, but Eddie recognizes his Uncle’s disappointed tone loud and clear.

"One of the gifts you got from me was seein’ through people's bullshit.." Wayne continues, before sucking in a draw on his cigarette. "I'm surprised you didn't see through his."

‘I don’t want to see through his!’ Is what Eddie wants to say, but keeps it to himself.

Changed the subject instead, shoulders hiked to his ears, because Harrington having some kind of claim on his new players was one thing, but his Uncle!?

He didn’t care about whatever crap the guy was going through. King Steve has been an ass for as long as Eddie had known him, the kind of bully whose downfall you cheered for.

Sure it was petty, but guys like Harrington reveled in pettiness.

So who cared if Eddie didn’t want to look closer at him now? Harrington wasn’t a lost lamb.

He was at best, an injured wolf, and no amount of sad looks was going to make him any safer to be around.

xxx

9 days till Christmas and Wheeler is having a tantrum that's delaying Hellfire's holiday oneshot.

"I don't get why he hates Christmas so much. He didn't even know Will when he disappeared!" Mike snips with his arms crossed.

Dustin is across from him, a furious scowl on his face, as Lucas stands between, a physical barrier between the two.

"As usual, you're talking out of your ass, Mike." Henderson spits, furious. "He was in Will's house with Jonathan and Nancy. That's reason enough!"

As if that makes any kind of sense, but then this isn’t the first argument that went into weird territory like this. Eddie’s always prided himself on pulling stories out of people, earning secrets and truths with a well trained ear and a smarter mouth.

The freshman though, were proving to be a hell of a challenge.

Mike throws his hands in the air. "I'm just saying, we all have way more reasons to hate Christmas, but none of us are acting like the grinch!"

“I know you can only have two good thoughts a day without breaking your brain, but you're being so stupid." Dustin thunders. "Did you ever think Steve might have other reasons to hate Christmas!?”

Eddie almost groans aloud, because of course, of fucking course, this is about Harrington.

The guy was a goddamn ghost at this point, hellbent on haunting Eddie’s entire life.

Didn’t even have the courtesy to die first!

"Guys." Lucas stressed, hands now firmly pressed against Mike and Dustin’s chest. “Come on, we’re wasting time. We can talk about this later.”

“Oh don’t worry about that Sinclair,” Eddie purred, making the three of them jump, as though they had forgotten they had a full ass audience in the form of the rest of the club. “I’m just docking their HP points for every minute they hold up the game.”

“Shit!” Dustin and Milke yelled as one, scrambling to get to their chairs.

Gareth and Jeff snicker, Grant making it known he was over their antics with a look that could have burnt gold.

Eddie clapped his hands once, hard enough for it to echo throughout the room. “If everyone is done bickering,” He announced, slipping into his DM voice, “we can begin our tale…”

He launches into the story he’d planned, and enjoys pulling everyone into it, all thoughts of Steve Harrington left behind.

xXx

5 Days before Christmas and Eddie is panic shopping.

He’s not the one panicking, nor the one shopping, but he has a car and friends who know where he lives, so he’s woken up at an ungodly hour of the morning (10 am) by Gareth, Grant, and Henderson of all people.

“Gareth’s sister took the car again.” Grant explains with dramatic, rolling eyes at Eddie’s exasperated face.

“I’m sorry you planned going shopping five days before Christmas?”

“Well--no-” Grant continues at the same time Dustin and Gareth yell protests.

They talk over each other for a moment, loud enough to make Eddie crave coffee and the comfort of his bed.

He runs one hand through his frizzy, bedhead hair before yanking it out and waving it around to catch his friend's attention. “Alright, I get it! You all decided to do white elephant gift thing last minute, and are now scrambling."

"Speaking of which, you're invited." Henderson tells him with a cheeky grin. "We're doing it on Christmas Eve."

Of course they were.

"Please man? It'll be fun." Gareth pleads, as Grant shoots him his patented puppy dog eyes.

Eddie sighs.

"I'll do it, but!" He sticks a finger in the air as grins broke out, "I'm demanding food and coffee and payment!"

With that he retreated from the door, stomping back to his room.

"Good coffee, too!" He hollers as he throws on clothes, happy chatter breaking out among his friends.

Several arguments and one run to the best to-go coffee shop in town, and Eddie was following his buddies around as they wandered through downtown Hawkins.

Since the mall had burned, shopping options had been rather limited, shops slow to reopen.

It made it difficult to buy things last minute, but Eddie found it was actually kind of fun as Henderson explained the rules they'd all agreed on (hopefully, Gareth added, because the rules had been passed along in pieces.)

"The goal is to get outrageous, funny stuff." Dustin explains as they browsed the local bookstore. "Nothing more than fifteen dollars, and nothing Christmas-y."

Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Nothing Christmas-y?" He echoes curiously.

Dustin nods, serious.

"Yeah. Christmas can be kinda a downer for some people. We came up with this as a way to celebrate without all the holiday stuff involved."

"Some people like Harrington?" Eddie guesses, sinking feeling in his stomach.

There's no way Grant and Gareth would've agreed to do a gift exchange with Steve Harrington.

Right?

Dustin sighs dramatically, whole body heaving.

"I know you've got a weird hate-on for him, but this time of year is really hard on Steve." He snaps, exasperated. "It's not my place to talk about it outside the Party, but he doesn't deserve to deal with it on his own."

There's that word again, Party.

Capital P implied, just as it implies that it's a group that Eddie is firmly excluded from.

It stings as it lands, an unintentional insult that reminds Eddie that his newest little lambs have secrets they refuse to share.

Nevermind the fact that Steve is clearly included.

Eddie collects secrets like candy, but his poking and prodding had yet to get him a solid answer on the mysterious "party."

Rather than press, Eddie raises his hands in surrender.

"Easy there, tiger. No offense meant."

Full offense meant actually, but Eddie wasn't in the mood for a full blown Henderson Rant.

Dustin narrows his eyes, but takes his words at face value. "You know, you guys would really like each other if you both just got over yourselves."

Eddie snorts, but covers it by playfully shoving Henderson's cap down into his face.

"When hell freezes over maybe. Now look, they have a new science fiction display!" The last part is sing-songed.

Thoroughly distracted, Dustin lets the conversation drop, much to Eddie's relief.

(Because really him? Liking Harrington?

Not in a million freaking years.)

xxx

It's Christmas Eve and Eddie is staring furiously at Steve Harrington's house.

"No one told me he was involved." He hisses angrily, knuckles white on his steering wheel.

"Oh my god, stop being dramatic." Dustin rolls his eyes as he talks, unbuckling himself. “I told you Steve hates Christmas, so this is how we’re including him!”

Jeff is looking equally uncomfortable, even as Lucas and Mike fall out of the van.

Gareth's car is behind him, Grant with him.

No doubt they too, are staring at the massive house in front of them in horror.

Slowly the elder Hellfire members file out, standing in a clump as the younger members rush forward.

They storm the door like they live in the damn place, fluttering about like moths.

"What the hell." Jeff mutters quietly to Eddie's left.

"Yeah guys, what the hell." Eddie repeats, shooting a glare toward Gareth and Grant. "No one mentioned this part!"

"We didn't know." Gareth defends angrily. "This was all the freshman!"

"Are you idiots coming inside or not!?" Robin Buckley of all people yells, appearing in the now open front door.

Or rather, one of the front doors, because Harrington is rich enough to have two.

"Shit." Eddie mutters.

"It's not weird if we just--leave, right?" Grant mumbles, shuffling from foot to foot.

"It's very weird if we leave." Jeff responds flatly.

A flare of anger ignites in Eddie. It comes from Steve Harrington invading this entire holiday, and Eddie finally has a chance to catch him off guard.

He'd be damned if he let it pass by.

"Brave faces men." He says, tossing his hair back with a jerk of his hand. "We're storming the castle."

Struts forward determinedly, present in hand, fully planning on making Harrington as uncomfortable as he had made Eddie.

Unintentional, or not.

xXx

It's the day before Crapmas, the one holiday Steve hates, and he's somehow been sweet talked into hosting the kids white elephant exchange.

Which was fine--they were welcome in his home anytime and they knew it--but they'd conveniently forgotten to mention this was a Hellfire Club event.

As in, Eddie "the freak" Munson and his crew of three other dudes whose names Steve doesn't know (but who probably knew his.)

"I dunno man, I wasn't the best person to a lot of people." He worried at Dustin this morning, when the brat had sprung it on him. "This probably isn't the best idea."

"Please Steve!? It's too late to change the venue and you promised you'd do a holiday thing with each of us!" Dustin whined on the other end.

At least he had the forethought to not actually use the word "Christmas."

"You did everyone else's, you can't skip out on mine!"

Everyone else's was simple shit like taking them ice skating, or shopping, or making gingerbread houses.

Not hosting a whole ass party with four people who likely hated his guts--and for good reason.

Which Steve repeated to Dustin, staring vacantly at his carefully decorated house.

Once again, his parents had called in designers to come keep appearances, sending along their usual message that they may or may not be home depending upon various work factors.

"We just never know anymore with your father's job honey." His mother slurred on the phone, four years ago. "We'll make it up to you, sweetheart. Promise."

Like more money on his credit card could fix years of ruined holidays.

(At least them being gone was better than forcing Steve to perform in their horrible holiday parties. Dressing him up like a doll, gathering drunk adults around the piano to make him play horrid Christmas songs.

Showing him off like a well trained dog, complete with finger snaps to signal him to move on to his next trick. )

“Steeeeeeve-!”

As always, Steve crumbled under Dustin's badgering.

"Fine, fine!" He’d said. “You're responsible for letting them know me and Robin are gonna be there though!”

Robin, who’d been laying on his couch, poked her head up at her name.

“They’ll know!” Dustin had promised.

Then abruptly hung up, like the brat he was.

Now four half-terrified, half-murderous looking dudes were staring Steve down as they awkwardly stood in his living room, and he had the wondrous realization that Dustin had probably sprung this on them too.

‘Little. Asshole.’ Steve thinks, but plasters the best non threatening smile on his face.

“Hey, uh, guys.” He says with an awkward little wave.

He gets three sets of glares and one impressive looking spooked face back.

Mike and Lucas were already tackling the snacks he’d put out, cheeks full of chocolates and popcorn. Dustin was re-arranging furniture to his liking, and Robin, in-between her four classmates and Steve, glanced at both sides and rolled her eyes.

“Steve, go pull the pizza out of the oven. You lot, come sit down, you look like you’re about to bolt.” Robin snaps, making everyone sans the kids jump.

Happy for the distraction, Steve quickly retreats to his kitchen, overhearing Robin try and get the elder Hellfire members to identify themselves.

Chatter fills the room, slow at first, but it becomes more fluid with Robin’s ruthless prodding. The pizza ends up needing another five minutes, which suits Steve since he hadn’t had time to pull out drinks.

He’s bent at the waist, pulling out various cans when Dustin loudly announces his presence by barging into the fridge and smacking Steve’s ass with it.

With a yelp, cans fly everywhere as Steve drops them, bouncing off the floor and rolling across the kitchen.

“Henderson!” He gripes, standing up as the kid grins at him. He has all his teeth now but the smile will probably always feel cute to Steve. By-product of knowing the little shit for far too long.

“Sorry Steve.” He says dismissively, before stepping aside with a dramatic flair. “Now stop being a total housewife for a second and meet Eddie!”

The sound of cans still rolling ringing in his ears, Steve finds himself staring into Munson’s eyes.

Who looks all too delighted to have seen Steve fumble.

“Thought you were a jock, Harrington. What happened to those reflexes?” He smirks, and Steve feels his face flush red.

“Yeah well,” Steve says, hand reflexively rubbing the back of his neck, “Turns out hanging around kids kinda ruins them.”

This is clearly not the response Eddie was expecting.

Nor is he expecting Dustin to loudly announce that; “Steve once played a D&D campaign with us, but he totally ate it as a cleric. You should give him some tips, Eddie!”

Now it’s Steve’s turn to smirk, because Munson looks completely thrown.

“Is…that a joke?” Eddie asks carefully, looking between the two of them.

Dustin shakes his head. “Nope! You can ask Lucas’s sister, she was there.”

He then glances down at his watch, and gives the biggest fake gasp Steve has ever heard (and Steve once sat through Will and Mike acting in a play for their English class, while Nancy and Jonathan silently suffered second-hand embarrassment next to him.)

“Oh shit, I forgot something! Be right back!”

“Language!” Steve calls, as Dustin shoots out of the kitchen. “And be careful not to trip on the cans!”

Munson, who looks like he’s taken a wrong turn and ended up in the Twilight Zone, stares at him. “Did you seriously play a cleric?”

“Weave Healington was a brave man who sacrificed himself in a time of need.” Steve tells him seriously, just to see the guy’s reaction. “May he rest in peace.”

“Weave Healington.” Eddie deadpans.

Steve, keeping his face blank by the skin of his teeth, nods.

“Please tell me that wasn’t the pizza you just dropped.” Robin says as she flies into the kitchen, interrupting Eddie’s face rapidly cycling through different emotions with a badly wrapped present in her hands.

“Stevie boy dropped the pop, Buckley Bird.” Eddie says, recovering quickly. “I would not recommend drinking out of anything currently laying on the floor.”

“Noted.” Robin says, pausing to stare at the cans scattered about. “Hey Steve, did you wrap your weird eyeball thingie? Or do you want me to do it? I dunno how long the kids are gonna wait.”

Like a dog hearing a whistle, Munson’s whole head tips sideways. “Weird eyeball thingie?”

“Oh my god, it’s this--I don’t even know how to describe it. Like an alternative ouija board? It says it’s a “fortune telling game.” Robin makes the quotation marks with her hands. “It has this giant, ugly eyeball in the middle.”

She leans forward conspiratorially to add; “It glows in the dark.”

“Oh my god, Steve, your gift is Ka-Bala!?” Dustin says, bouncing up like a damn jack-in-the-box. “I’ve always wanted that game!”

“Robin!” Steve hisses, because of course she’d announce that right as Dustin would pop back up.

“Oh shit.” Robin says, shooting him an apologetic glance. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your gift.”

Steve sighs dramatically, but keeps a small grin on his face so Robin knows he’s not really upset. “Guess I’ll have to go find a new one--which means your punishment is that you and Dustin are now in charge of the pizza. And also picking up all the cans.”

“Curses.” Robin says flatly, before breaking out into a grin herself, while Dustin whines.

“It’s probably for the best.” Eddie says, though the guy sounds weirdly like someone desperately off balance and scrambling to fix it. “You know you weren’t supposed to pick cool gifts, right Harrington?”

Steve raises his eyebrows at him. “Cool? It’s kinda weird. It’s disgustingly neon green. And Robin forgot to mention it’s a board game.”

He pushes Dustin’s hat down as he walks by, and laughs aloud when Eddie follows up by knocking it right off Henderson’s head.

“Hey!” Dustin squeaks, hands darting to cover his hat hair.

He’s ignored.

“Neon green, giant eyeball, fortune telling board game?” Eddie sums up. “Yeah might have to murder Buckley because that sounds rad as hell.”

Steve snorts as he walks down the hall and up the stairs, somehow unsurprised to find the metalhead is following.

“You want it, Munson?” He asks as they hit his second floor, Steve aiming for his fathers office. “You’re welcome to it, I never even opened the thing.”

“What do you want for it?” Eddie asks, following Steve right through the door, before stopping dead.

A typical reaction to someone walking into his fathers stuffy, stupidly expensive office. Like the rest of Steve’s house, it looks as though it was transported straight out of a magazine. Everything is shiny and worse--unused.

“Nothing, man.” Steve said, standing in front of said desk now with his arms crossed. “I mean it, it’s still got the plastic on it. You’re gonna have to sneak it by Dustin though.” He turned to smile at Eddie, feeling like they were sharing a joke, “He might physically fight you for it.”

For some reason this made a hell of a blush streak across Munson’s cheeks, before the guy coughed and swung into the office behind Steve.

“He can try.” Eddie managed finally, voice a shade higher than normal.

As he always did to social things he didn’t understand, Steve just ignored the change.

“Why’d you never play it?” Eddie asks, as Steve scans the shelves of stupidly expensive knick-knacks.

“Someone trying to impress my parents got it for me one Christmas.” He says with a shrug. “They wouldn’t let me open it then, and I forgot all about it until I was digging for something else.”

“They don’t care about it now I take it?”

Steve can’t help the snort that leaves his throat. “They’d have to be around to care.” Then to get the conversation back on track, says; “Okay, I’m thinking the shitty World’s Best Boss trophy.”

He points to the gaudy thing, all shiny from the ass kissing the person who’d purchased it had done in hopes Steve’s dad would give him a raise. Or not fire him, Steve never knew which it was.

"I take it your dad’s not gonna be here to care that it’s gone?” Eddie asks, walking up to stand next to Steve.

Another grin appears on Steve’s face, shared conspiratorially with Eddie when he looks over to the metalhead. “That’s my gift to myself man. I’m gonna see how long it takes before he notices it’s gone.”

Eddie whistled, quiet enough to not hurt Steve’s ears. “Fuck the old man, huh?”

“Absolutely.” Steve agreed, stepping forward to fish the trophy down.

“Gotta say man, you’re surprising me. I didn’t expect such a thing from you. Especially since Henderson told me you hate Christmas.”

Steve shrugged as he turned back around, new white elephant gift in hand. “Yeah it’s a thing I’m trying.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Not hating Christmas?”

“Not being a dick. Which,” He shook the trophy, “--means sticking it to the biggest dick in my life. I think I’ll always hate Christmas.”

Eddie snorted a laugh, then looked startled, like he hadn’t expected that reaction out of himself.

Steve grinned at it.

“You uh--you know if you ever want to talk about the hating Christmas thing, I think I get it. Or can relate. Sorta.” Eddie says, and it’s so stilted that it takes Steve a moment to figure out what he’s offering.

He almost asks him if he’s kidding, but thinks better of it.

“I think I’m less cut up about it then the kids are but, for what it’s worth--thanks.”

Doesn’t think he’ll ever take anyone up on that offer, epically not someone who doesn’t know that an entire hell dimension exists under them but--

It’s nice. To have someone recognize that Steve hates it. That there are reasons he might.

He recalls suddenly that the man at the ice rink who’d also seen through his melancholy was in fact, Eddie’s Uncle, and briefly wonders if this just runs through the family.

“Come on, I gotta wrap this and then get back downstairs before Robin and Dustin burn the house down.” He says instead, because he doesn’t want to get in his own head about it. Not tonight, when he knows the kids have gone out of their way in an effort to celebrate the holiday without making him feel like he was celebrating it. “Or worse, they start the white-elephant without us.”

“After you, my liege.” Eddie says with a dramatic bow.

Steve pauses awkwardly for a moment, before giving the world's most careful curtsey back.

(Laughs loudly as Eddie almost falls on his face in surprise, before the older man scrambles to chase after Steve, out of the office.)

xXx

It’s 12:00 pm, making it officially Christmas day, and Eddie Munson is rapidly re-evaluating his entire life.

Well perhaps not all of it, just the parts with Steve Harrington.

They’re playing the best white-elephant game Eddie has ever participated in, a cutthroat competition that’s filled the house with shrieks and laughter.

Henderson’s gift, cat-paw shaped mittens with “You’ve gotta be kitten me” scrawled on the back is the current winning prize, with Mike’s salt and pepper shakers made in the shape of two pigs “porking” being a close second.

The worst gift is a tie between the eye searing scarf Gareth’s mother had created (complete with bedazzled gems) and an abomination of a stuffed animal Grant insists is an ET doll.

It looked like a deformed llama sat on its ass, and Lucas already scared Mike with it twice.

Eddie’s own gift, ( a mug with Tom Selleck posing shirtless) was jokingly fought over by Robin and Steve to the bitter end, while Gareth was defending the blue circular cookie tin (the kind that mothers shoved needles and sewing threads into, but shockingly enough actually held real cookies) with his life.

Literally at one point, as he laid over it while Jeff tackled him.

Eddie himself had gone for the gold, wanting the trophy Steve had procured. He too, was defending it aggressively against Dustin, who was currently stuck with Lucas’s gift (one of his sister’s pet rock creations she’d apparently tried to sell to her classmates.

It was hideous.)

Now stretched out on his bed, legs in the air as he stares at the Ka-Bala game Steve had snuck into his arms with a wink, Eddie finds he’s the guy’s managed to go from haunting his whole life, to trying to haunt his heart.

Made him want to do the thing he’d angrily been against this entire time--take a look at the guy closer.

See past his bullshit, at the person hiding underneath.

Find out what Steve was talking to his Uncle about, and why his house looked like a Christmas themed tomb.

Why his parents were gone. What the hell made him he pick a cleric in D&D. How he met the kids and why Dustin thought the sun shines out of his ass.

But most of all?

Why the hell had Steve Harrington put a note on the back of the Ka-Bala game?

‘Hope you like the game..’ It read, with the dorkiest little smiley face. ‘I wouldn’t mind hanging out again.’

Below it was a number, and Eddie felt himself go red in the face.

Steve Harrington was a fucking mystery, but one Eddie himself, had been personally invited to solve.

‘Merry Christmas to me I guess.’ He thought, and tried very, very hard not to kick his legs in the air.

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aashwarr · 1 year

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Townies: Simone & Derrick Brown EA ID: aashwarr

the browns are now available on the gallery! please make sure “custom content” is turned on! the browns use ALL the cas defaults & sliders found here.

#aashwarr #sims #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 townies #townie makeover

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campoverlook-if · 29 days

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O is gonna be so fucking annoyed when they see my MC hooking up with W.

Like, they spent this whole time pretending to be someone else and hiding their true self, only for W to be there with the bitch they pulled by being a weirdo and a freak.

(Anon and O walk towards the camp)

Anon: Wassup, can a loc come up in your cabin?

O: Man, fuck you. I’ll see you at the campfire.

Anon: Ah, O, don’t hate me ’cause I’m beautiful, O. Maybe if you got rid of that yee-yee ass personality you’d get some bitches like Lucas do. Oh, better yet, maybe MC’ll call your dog-ass if they ever stop fuckin’ with that yandere or psycho they fucking with.

#camp overlook #asks #choicescript #wip #if wip #interactive fiction

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luciidsimmer · 1 year

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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Spin the Bottle

Eddie Munson x Fem!Sinclair!Reader

Summary: A game of spin the bottle leads to feelings confessed and being locked in a bedroom with a certain someone.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, daddy kink, Oral(f), fingering, squirting, thigh riding, slight angst?, creampie

"Start spinning the fucking bottle," you groaned.

You felt like you were in middle school playing the game at Jason's house party. Whichever two persons the bottle land on would hook up for the night. It was a stupid idea, but it seemed fun and you all needed to get laid. So far, about three sets of people went away to get down and dirty.

Now, you, a few other cheerleaders, basketball players and Eddie Munson of all fucking people were left. Your younger brother's weird friend you totally didn't have a crush on.

"Well, would you look at that," Jason chuckled.

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked down at the bottle. It was pointing to you and Eddie.

"No, no, fuck this," you said, shaking your head.

"Rules are rules Y/N, I'm locking you both in that room and you aren't coming out until I say so," Jason said.

Eddie cleared his throat and scratched his neck.

"Don't even say anything freak, you're both going in, now get your asses moving upstairs," Jason interjected. There was no use in trying to sway him.

Eddie licked his lips, his eyes on you as you both got up and followed Jason upstairs to a bedroom.

"Follow the rules and fuck the freak," he laughed in your ear before shoving you both into the bedroom and locking the door.

As soon as it was locked, you tried rattling the the doorknob but it was locked from the outside. Jason wouldn't be returning anytime soon.

You turned around and huffed, resting your back against the door. Eddie slowly moved closer towards you with a smirk on his lips.

If you weren't feeling nervous and claustrophobic before, you definitely were now.

"Nervous?" Eddie whispered, now directly infront of you.

He towered over you, and tucked one of your locs behind your ear.

"Don't get too cocky Munson, I'm not nervous," you said, but he saw right through you. Lucas couldn't lie and neither could you, must run in the family.

"Yeah? Alright, then tell me something. Why're you always asking Lucas if I'm coming over? You wanna see me that bad?" he asked, his breath fanning against your face.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, kids lie sometimes."

"Hm, so you don't have a crush on me?" he asked, making your eyes avert anywhere but his.

You swallowed thickly, unable to respond with anything but a small whimper as he titled your chin to look up at him. He took your hand and led you over to the cedar chest at the foot of the bed. Your heart sped up as he gently tugged on your hand and gestured to his thigh. Pouting, you gave in and sat down, your legs on either side of his thigh.

"It's ok Y/N, you can admit it. Fuck, I know I have a crush on you. You're always so beautiful in those little cheer outfits and you're a great person unlike the people you hang out with," he uttered.

Your heart fluttered but you stood your ground, not saying a word.

He moved closer, his lips just an inch away from yours. He cupped your cheek, his rings cold against your flesh as your lips connected in a slow, sensual kiss. You immediately melted into it, allowing him to go deeper and relish in your taste before he finally pulled away.

"Tell me you don't like me back and I'll kick the door down, you leave and we forget this ever happened," Eddie said.

"I won't because that's not how I feel. Now fucking kiss me again," you breathed.

He wrapped his arms around your body and once again attached his lips to yours. The kiss was hungrier than the last, more lust filled and you loved every second of it. No man had ever made you feel the way Eddie did.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

Instead of answering, you removed the skimpy top from your body and took his hands and placed them on your bra clad breasts. His breath hitched and he followed your movements, squeezing your breasts as you squeezed his hand.

“Take it off,” you whispered.

He obeyed, pulling your bra and tossing it aside.

Your pussy throbbed at the way his chocolate brown eyes looked at you as if you were the only girl in the world. Slowly, you began grinding on his dark jeans to relieve the throbbing.

He squeezed your breasts together and buried his face in them while you grinded on his thigh, chasing your release.

“How many times have you jacked off thinking about me on top of you?” you asked.

“Too many to count,” he said, his cheeks going red.

He sucked on your breasts, nipping and licking while his hand kneaded the other.

“God, just like that Eddie,” you moaned, throwing your head back.

His cock jumped at your praise and his tongue sped up, flicking your nipples. His jeans coming in contact with your clit felt like Heaven and you moved your hips faster, jerking the cedar chest against the bed.

“I- I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. He held your hips, your eyes locked as your orgasm washed over you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum,” he beamed and pressed his lips onto yours.

“You trust me?” he asked.

“I do Ed.”

He lifted you up and laid your lower body on the cedar chest with your upper body sprawled out on the floor. It was an uncomfortable position to say the least but as soon as his mouth engulfed your clit, all that was in your mind was pleasure.

He laid on his stomach, holding under your thighs and eating you out.

“Taste so fucking good baby,” he said.

As he lapped at your clit, he slipped two fingers inside you, immediately curling his finger and thrusting roughly.

“You ok down there bunny? Want me to stop?”

“N-no, more Ed, feels so good. You’re so good,” you babbled.

He flattened his tongue against your entrance and licked all the way up to your clit, sending shivers throughout your body.

“Please, gonna cum,” you sobbed.

It was almost too much, the blood rushing to your head, Eddie’s fingers inside you and his tongue lapping at your juices roughly.

Your vision turned white and your back arched mid air as you squirted all over him. He continued finger fucking you, guiding you through your high and uttering praises.

He held your hands and pulled you on top of him.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me baby, that was so hot,” he said, "want daddy's cock now?"

Of course he had a daddy kink.

Barely being able to say a word, you nodded and laid your head on his chest.

"C'mon, I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you want it."

"Want your cock daddy. I want you to fuck me," you whined.

"No whining princess, daddy will fuck you if that's what you want," he said. You could hear the smugness in his voice.

He slipped his jeans down mid thigh and took out his throbbing cock.

He stroked it a few times, before rubbing the tip on your clit making you moan.

"Keep making those pretty sounds," he said, "you ready princess? Sure you want this? We can stop if you want to."

"No, I want this. Never wanted something this much in my life," you replied.

He dragged his cock up and down your slit before putting just the tip in.

"Fuck, you feel so good bunny," he moaned.

He went in slow and deep, your arousal allowing him to slip in easier. His eyes rolled into the back of his head feeling you clench around him.

He wasn't a sex addict but after being in your pussy for a minute, he was addicted. He was addicted to your taste, your scent and how good you felt.

Your tiny whimpers and moans willed him to go faster, hitting all the right spots deep inside you.

He squeezed your ass and uttered praises into your ear as he did.

"Daddy, gonna cum," you moaned.

"Then cum for me bunny, cum all over daddy's cock," he whispered.

You squeezed his bicep as your high washed over you and your body went limp on top of him.

"Good girl, such a good girl for daddy," he praised.

He thrusted a few more times before he moaned your name and warmth filled your pussy.

"Shit," you both said in unison as the doorknob turned.

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 29 days

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💖 Sapphic Books Coming Out April 2024

🩷 There's something especially sweet about a sapphic romance. Here are only a few of the amazing sapphic books hitting shelves in April 2024. Which ones are you adding to your ever-growing TBR?

💖 What's your favorite sapphic book?

[ List below. ]

Contemporary 💖 A Happy Good Girl - Marissa Higgins 💖 A Case for Discretion - Ashley Moore 💖 Thawing the CEO - Emily Hayes 💖 Aubrey McFadden Is Never Getting Married - Georgia Beers 💖 The Broken Lines of Us - Shia Woods 💖 Rainbow Overalls - Maggie Fortuna 💖 Here Come the Brides - Micheala Lynn 💖 Houseswap 101 - Jaime Clevenger 💖 Sweet on You - Shannon O'Connor 💖 Sing, I - Ethel Rohan 💖 Light Betrays Us - Greta Rose West 💖 Moving Hearts - Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue 💖 The Last Love Song - Kalie Holford 💖 Playing For Keeps - Jennifer Dugan 💖 Truly, Madly, Deeply - Alexandria Bellefleur 💖 Finally Fitz - Marisa Kanter 💖 Every Time You Hear That Song - Jenna Voris 💖 Women! In! Peril! - Jessie Ren Marshall 💖 Revisiting Summer Nights - Ashley Bartlett 💖 Leather, Lace, and Locs - Anne Shade 💖 So Long Sad Love - Mirion Malle 💖 Girls Night - I.S. Belle 💖 Here We Go Again - Alison Cochrun 💖 Pillow Talk - Stephanie Cooke, Mel Valentine 💖 Good Bones - Aurora Ray 💖 Crash Landing - Li Charmaine Anne 💖 Winnie Nash Is Not Your Sunshine - Nicole Melleby

Paranormal/Horror 💖 Bloodline - Jenn Alexander 💖 Grey Dog - Elliott Gish 💖 Cranberry Cove - Hailey Piper 💖 Court of Wanderers - Rin Chupeco 💖 Something Kindred - Ciera Burch 💖 Blood City Rollers - V.P. Anderson, Tatiana Hill

Fantasy 💖 Call Forth a Fox - Markelle Grabo 💖 Someone You Can Build a Nest In - John Wiswell 💖 Off With Their Heads - Zoe Hana Mikuta 💖 Calling of Light - Lori M. Lee 💖 To a Darker Shore - Leanne Schwartz 💖 The Final Curse of Ophelia Cray - Christine Calella 💖 Saint-Seducing Gold - Brittany N. Williams 💖 A Sweet Sting of Salt - Rose Sutherland 💖 Darker by Four - June C.L. Tan 💖 The Map That Led to You - Ella McLeod 💖 The Merciless King of Moore High - Lily Sparks

Historical 💖 Lighthouse Keeper - Eliza Lentzski

Mystery/Thriller 💖 Rough Trade - Katrina Carrasco 💖 Molten Death - Leslie Karst 💖 Eye of the Ouroboros - Megan Bontrager 💖 Text Me When You Get This - Frances Lucas 💖 Paige Not Found - Jen Wilde

Sci-Fi 💖 Moon Dust in My Hairnet - J.R. Creaden 💖 Hearts Still Beating - Brooke Archer 💖 Harley Quinn: Redemption - Rachael Allen 💖 In Universes - Emet North

#sapphic books #sapphic #sapphic romance #queer romance #queer books #queer fiction #batty about books #battyaboutbooks #text posts

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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i was thinking about your “the sinclairs love steve” hc today (which is so so choice a+ sue and charles are like “oh this kid saved erica from the mall fire and went to all of lucas’s games? that’s our son now we’re fuckign on. board. square tf up harringtons he’s ours now”) and because hairdresser steve lives rent free in my heart at all times it got me Thinking Thoughts. bc i love love love hcs of steve having girls nights with the party and doing the girls’ hair, right? like he learns fancy braids for max and he helps el experiment with styles to feel confident while it’s growing out (and i fully believe he would step in and offer to rescue will from joyce’s mixing bowls) but erica’s hair is a totally different beast, and he could really fuck it up going in blind, but now she feels left out :( and he can’t have that, that’s his kid! scoops troop for life babey! so he asks sue for tips, and that’s another way he gets folded into the sinclair family

(is this thought inspired by me, A White, asking my ex gf’s mom for lessons on how to properly retwist her locs after we moved in together in another state bc we were broke as shit and there weren’t any good black salons in our neighborhood, and i didn’t want her to have to feel some kind of way about her roots getting all frizzy, and how that was the first time i really felt like part of the family? irrelevant. anyway we’ve been broken up for 10 years but i still text her mom so 👍)

This is an amazing addition 😭😭😭

This made me think of the posts going around about Steve becoming a hairdresser and then this ask just me think that maybe he would specifically learn how to handle ALL hair types for this reason.

“I never want to have to turn someone away just because I don’t know how to handle their hair.”

Sure, he ends up taking a lot longer through school and through his apprenticeships in barbershops and salons, but he gets there.

The Sinclairs are always free though.

Thanks for sending this in! ❤️

#steve harrington #the sinclairs #headcanon

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Color coded names and dialogue to know who is saying what!

Mike wished he looked more like his family.

They all looked alike, except for his mother and father, obviously. But even Nancy and Holly shared tue same features as each other: blue eyes and the same face shape, and Nancy was a little blonde as a child. Even their noses were the same. But Mike wasn’t like them.

His eyes were brown, not like his dads, but a deeper, darker brown, almost black. His nose had a hook to it, different to his mothers button nose and his fathers straight one. Even Mike’s hair was black and curly, different from his mom and dad, different from Nancy’s and Holly’s.

So why was he so different?

His mom says it’s recessive genes. Mike thinks otherwise. But Mike was always obsessed with the idea of not being normal in society. He liked being different; he liked dressing and looking different from other people, because the people around him were always so unique. But… why didn’t he look like his family? Why couldn’t he fit in?

Mike looked in the mirror before showers, or baths, and stared, looking deeply at the person who stared back with deep eye-bags under their eyes. His eyes were tired and drooping with the lack of sleep. Being an insomniac, Mike always had deep, purple eye-bags, and he never tried to do anything to make them go away. But the longer he stared in the mirror the more the person looked distorted and fake.

Mike touched at his face, turning his head at different angles and pointing out any blemish. He pulled at his skin and let it go, watching the red, hand-print marks on his face stand out against his pale skin. Wrong. He looked all wrong. Because this face wasn’t his own, was it?

He took off his clothes, listening to the water fill the bathtub slowly. His bony shoulders were revealed, and his sternum almost visible as his ribs were. When was the last time he had a fulfilling meal? His arms were so skinny that his hands (his abnormally big ones) could wrap it with his fingers overlapping.

His mother did this to him, didn’t she? Or was it his dad? Whoever it was, the comments about his body and weight (“Your gaining a bit of meat, honey! Your shirts and pants are not fitting you anymore!” “Cut back on the food, son. Your starting to look fat.”) got to his head. The thin layer of fat on his stomach was gone, and his clothes fit him, if not, a bit more baggier than before.

Mike let his hands grip the sides of the sink, his knuckles bumping against a pair of old scissors. Mike let his eyes open again from where he had them clenched. Scissors: they were a familiar object from his childhood (“Your hair is a mess!” “Look, Mike. These can hurt you of you press deep enough. Do you want to try?”).

His fingers unfurled from the side of the sink and wrapped around the cold metal of the scissors.

“Fuck, does your mom even let you do anything?! Look, it’s just a ride around town; you’ll be back home by nine!”

“You never do anything right, Ted!! What the fuck do our children have to do with our goddamn problems?!”

“Awe, look at him, Lola! He’s a pretty princess! Twirl for us, babe!”

All those words of the people he hated the most swirled in his head like water.

You did this to me.

His blood ran down the metal in a small trickle, but ignored it in favor of bringing up the scissors to his hair. It was the only thing about him that he genuinely liked, the one thing about him that wasn’t corrupted. But he can’t get rid of the fingers threading through his hair, unwanted and harsh as it trailed down to his neck.

“Your such a pretty girl, babe.”

“Don’t be such a bitch, Mike. James just likes to joke around! Take the fucking joint and stop crying.”

Fuck you… Fuck you. FuckyoufuckyouFUCKYOUFUCKYOU!

The scissors were brought closer to a loc of his hair, but Mike couldn’t being himself to snip it off. Tears streamed down his face in ugly streams.

“Your hair looks cool, dude! I think it’s my second favorite part about you.” Lucas had told him that once. Second favorite. What’s the first? Mike pondered on that part for a moment. Naturally, he spoke up about it.

“Really? Your second favorite? What’s your first?” Mike asked, tilting his head as he grasped a piece of his hair between his fingers. Lucas just smiled and huffed out a laugh.

“Everything else. Really, I’d put your hair in first place, but it’s not as great as the rest of you.” Those words had much more of an impact on Mike than Lucas thought it did. He said those words like he meant it. Like he wasn’t lying, or just trying to make Mike feel better of himself. Lucas already thought Mike was great.

Mike put down the scissors with a silent sob. He couldn’t cut it off; it meant a lot more to himself than what James and Lola, or his dad did to make it seem like a negative part of himself. Fuck them; Mike doesn’t need their validation anymore. He hasn’t needed it for over three years.

The bathtub started to over flow, courtesy of Mike’s trip down the memory lane. He shut off the knob, not caring if his dad would yell at him because he wasted water, and got inside the bath. Water splashed over the edge because of how much there was in it already, but Mike sunk inside the water until his nose just barely grazed the top. He sunk inside the water further, sliding back until the only part of his body outside of the water was his knees. Mike let himself drown for a few seconds, maybe even longer than a minute. Maybe he wanted himself to drown, maybe he just liked the feeling of the hot water. But Mike didn’t come back up until he felt like he was close to finally dying.

“I think there’s something wrong with me.”

#wheelclair #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #male oc #female oc #trauma #mike wheeler angst #childhood trauma #fanfic #stranger things

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05 I 2024. NU AVEM LOC PENTRU DUMNEZEU [Luca 2.1-7 I Psalmul 24.1]

05 I 2024. NU AVEM LOC PENTRU DUMNEZEU ! I Podcast I Pasaje Biblice : Luca 2 : 1 – 7 I Psalmul 24 : 1 I Meditaţii din Cuvânt I Cezareea I Reşiţa I 05 Ianuarie 2024 I Trăim vremuri în care avem loc pentru toți și pentru toate, numai pentru Dumnezeu nu avem loc. Dar această realitate nu este ceva nou. Continue reading Untitled

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Applins and Luvdiscs

Summary: In which Luca gives Kieran a luvdisc, Kieran gives Luca an Applin, and the aftermath.

Notes: Hi, I wanted to write some oc x canon stuff with Kieran and Luca so here we are. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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The situation was honestly hilarious when you think about it. Luca gave Kieran a luvdisc, not knowing what it meant,and in return he got an Applin, something he’s oh so painfully knowing the meaning behind. Luca was already having his heart pound in his chest at the golden apple in his hands, but Drayton had to open his stupid little mouth and claim that Luvdiscs were a sign of love. Luca’s poor heart was now threatening to leap out of his heart, especially seeing how red Kieran's face got at Drayton's words.

The next thing the two knew they were racing each other all around the terrarium, trying to get ahead of each other so the other could see their embarrassment. Only to forget completely as to why they were running and their competitive nature's get the better of them. By the end of the day the two were laughing and teasing each other, completely forgetting their mutual confession moments before. Until they didn't, of course. Luca couldn't scream, sadly, as it was late at night when he realized what had transpired that day.

Again, it's quite funny when you think about it in retrospect. Luca hopes that one day he and Kieran can laugh about the silliness of it all……maybe on a date, but even thinking that makes Luca’s head explode.

R.B and Carmine decided to work together the day after their race. After lunch,the two essentially dragged Luca and Kieran to the terrarium to talk about what happened. Which. Fair. A lot of their mess before was due to lack of communication, so they weren't wrong to do that. But man, can't they just jet them wallow a little bit? Give them some time to think? Jeez.

It all leads them here. Underneath one of Blueberry Academy outdoor classes, sitting in complete silence. Everso often Luca would try and spare a glance at Kieran, only for him to catch his eye too, and they both turn away.

“ So-” they both start,both looking at each other as they speak. They both flinch back, but laugh at their mishap.

“ You go first,” Kieran offers, and Luca nods. He starts playing with a piece of his locs, bashfully looking away, feeling his cheeks burn.

“ You gave me an Applin….” He mutters, his stomach flipping as he does.

“ Y-yeah,” he hears Kieran say, no doubt playing with his own strand of hair, “ …You gave me a Luvdisc,”

Luca nods, his cheeks burning hotter, “ Y-yeah,”

Another small silence reaches between the two

“ Do you-”

“ I-”

Once again they both flinch at their voices intertwining, but still share a chuckle.

“ You go first this time,” Luca encouraged, and Kieran giggles.

“O-okay, well-” Kieran scoots a little closer to Luca, their shoulders now touching, “ I….I already knew what Luvdisc’s mean.”

Luca tries not to cover his face, “ Uh-huh…”

“ A-and, I kinda….sorts…know what giving Applin to another person mean? I-In Galar, I mean!” Luca eyes widen. He feels like he was going to explode.

“S-so you were planning to-”

“ I mean!” Kieran cuts him off, his face as red as a tomato, “ Kinda! Carmine said that giving someone an Applin was a very big deal on Galar! She was really pestering me about it…” he coughs, “ S-so, uh, I knew it was a pretty big deal. B-but I still wanted to give it to you anyway…” he shyly looks back at Luca.

“....Did you know about Luvdiscs?”

Ah. The embarrassing part had arrived.

“ Uh….not until Drayton mentioned it?” Kieran looks up at him flabbergasted.

“ Wha- but- why???”

“ I thought it looked cute!”

“ The pokemon that was heart shaped and has ‘luv’ in its name, and you didn't think about the implications? Don't you have a pokedex?!”

“ I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE!!!” Luca pouts, “ A-and I was more excited to give you Hearty that I didn't really look at my pokedex, okay?”

Kieran still looks at him befuddled but he begins to laugh.

“ Kiki! It's not funny!!!”

“ It really is!” Kieran giggles, “ Of all the pokemon you decided to catch-”

“ It was PINK and it was shaped like a HEART. I kinda auto piloted there!” Luca tries to defend himself, but it only makes Kieran laugh harder. Despite his embarrassment, he can't help but laugh with him. The two lean into each other's touch a bit, letting their laughter take its natural course.

“ S-so-” Luca giggles a bit, “ What now? We, uh. Kinda let out feelings out in the open now,”

Kieran is silent for a bit, thinking. It was only then Luca realized Kieran took his hand when they were laughing. Or maybe it was before then? He doesn't know, and quite frankly doesn't care. He tries not to freak out, rather enjoy the warmth of Kieran's hand in his.

“ I…’ Kieran speaks up, “ …I said that I wanted to start over and be friends again, right?” Luca nods.

“ A-and I- I mean it's clear that I want to be with you but…I dunno. I also want to explore our friendship first? Is….is that okay?”

Luca would be lying if he didn't feel a tang of disappointment here. But overall, he still feels warm and gitty, so he smiles warmly.

“ It's more than okay! I like being your friend,”

Kieran visibly relaxed at that,returning Luca’s smile.

“ Okay…okay! I’m glad! I-” he gives Luca's hand a squeeze, “ I really do like you, Luca,”

Luca grins a big goofy grin.

“ I like you too!”

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“ Huh? You're not dating now?” R.B blinks, looking up from her homework.

“ Yep! Kieran wanted to see where our friendship goes before anything else,” Luca says cooly, ignoring his own homework for a snack. He passes a chip to R.B, who takes it without question.

“ Huh,” she takes a bite out of her chip, “ That's …. surprisingly emotionally mature,” she finishes her chip, looking back down at her homework.

“ Okay. I accept this,”

Luca sighs in relief. He has R.B’s approval. Not necessary at all, but it's always a good feeling when R.B agrees with his decisions. Well, Kieran's decision is this case, but the point still stands.

“ So now what? I don't have to sit between you two being awkward with each other, right?” R.B says, not looking up.

“ Nope! At least I hope so! I think talking things out made things easier for us somehow,”

“ Your welcome for that by the way,” R.B still hasn't looked up from her work, “ And don't think I’m gonna let you slack of on your homework, Luca,”

Luca groans out loud, but R.B cuts him off.

“ Think about it this way. If you start lagging behind, you won't be able to compete with Kieran as much as you want to,”

Logically, they both know that wouldn't be the case. But sometimes, Luca doesn't run on logic. He runs on pure emotion, and right now his emotions are telling him he does not want to stop competing with Kieran.

“ Yeah, okay,” Luca says immediately, diving into his homework.

R.B smirks, going back to her own. Yet another win for Ms. Luna.

#r writes #legendverse #oc: Luca Valero #pokemon kieran

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