#L + ratio + THEY'RE KIDS + HE WOULD NOT FUCKING DO THAT

[acerikus]

I'm. So fucking glad the block + mute buttons on ao3 exist now oh my god

[newmsies]

i fell flat on my face and it hurts but still, have David hc's

He went to gym for 5 minutes on the first day and just did not ever go back

Imagine buying notebooks and then never using them, he can

Planners? He has 7, ever use em? No, why would he. It's not like they're useful, nono they have pretty design's. That's all they're useful for

Sunday afternoon is DJs attitude at all times, happy bc it's still the weekend but fuckk there's school/work tomorrow and now you're also sad

Academic genius and dumbass at the same time, strong suits are ELA, History, and Language. Horrible at Math, Gym, and basically everything else

either a gifted kid but the "I'll probably be dead in either the next 20 years or 20 days so fuck this" Gifted kid or the kid that no one has faith in

Imagine chasing your brother around for a penny to buy something you're either never going to use or never going to see again, he could imagine that

"Ima he deserved it, and i didn't punch him i lightly tapped him" *while Les has a bruise forming*

Sir you dropped your empty can of Axe Body spray, also you just bought this today?

David you can't wash your face with shampoo please for the love of god

I hate it when people write him and Les as the perfect brothers who get along all the time, like no David would gladly leave Les in the middle of the street and Les responds to everything he says with cringe, L+Ratio, or gay

"Get out Les, no i don't cars that it's your room too get the hell out or you're going off the fire escape"

Sir put the 4-1 down and put your hands in the air

"What if i just- . . . Aba would it be a bad idea to set hand sanitizer on fire and eat it"

He was either friends with Oscar or hated him, no in between. (This is the hypothetical situation that Oscar goes to school)

"What the fuck is a fraction. NO I KNOW I'M A SENIOR BUT-"

"Jack please what the hell do you mean 'Hold the pencil at an angle'"

That is all i have rn

[bippot]

Chicken

Story Summary -> All of his attempts to talk to her had failed miserably. All of them. He didn't know what to say, so when Robin brings said girl along with her to the arcade, Eddie finally gets a chance to strike up a conversation.

Tags -> Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Arcades, Jealousy

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So the thing about having friends is that it's cool. You know them. They know other people. Sometimes they may introduce you to those other people. 

People you'd been trying to get the courage to talk to ever since you saw them and now they were right in front of you, and wow, is it hot in here? This place should really turn up its AC. It's winter?!? Yeah, yeah, that was totally a joke.

That was Eddie's internal monologue as he met Y/N. He knew Dustin, who knew Steve, who knew Robin, who knew Y/N. That's how it went. A chain of friendship, isn't that cute?

Ever since he saw her, he'd tried to find an excuse to say just one word to her. Thanks to him being held back a few years, that meant Eddie was in Robin's year, and therefore, Y/N's too. But somehow, he'd never found the courage to say anything of substance. It was always "Your shoelace is untied," or "Do you have a pen I can borrow?" Never anything to actually start up a conversation. He was a total fucking chicken when it came to interacting with Y/N.

Here she was right in front of him, as clear as day. He should say something, and he was going to, he was going to talk to her and befriend her and, as time passed, like, totally be really suave and hit her with all of those Munson moves. All of them. Every single one. Well, there was only one. And he'd been trying that for ages. It was a really difficult technique. You have to intently gaze at the other person for an extended period of time and hope that they slowly fall in love. It's sort of like slightly creepy manifesting. Then hey presto! Instant bond!

Arriving with her long time buddy, Y/N looked suspiciously at Robin. There was something she wasn't telling her. "Bird?"

Robin knew. She knew what Y/N was about to ask, so she diverted the conversation with, "That nickname is so stupid."

"Well, I did come up with it when we were six." Y/N opened the door and gestured for Robin to go first, as always. "Spill."

Intentionally keeping the fact that they'd be going to the arcade with Steve and Eddie was Robin's way of ensuring that Y/N tagged along. Her presence evened the ratio. It would be less testosterone to deal with.

Steve went to hit on as many girls as he could. He was told that the girl behind the ticket booth was particularly fine and he needed to check it out, or her, technically. 

On the other hand, Eddie wanted to beat Dustin's high score on Joust. It was a little payback since the kid had managed to find a way around Eddie's puzzle in their most recent D&D session, meaning that all of his planning had gone to waste. But hey, that's the life of a DM sometimes. Doesn't mean you can't still fuck with your players outside the game.

"I may have forgotten to mention that we are meeting people," Robin admitted, noticing the boys approaching them.

Looking up, Y/N realised who Robin meant instantly. Her friendship with Harrington was a known thing. But Munson? That was unexpected. Keeping her voice hushed, Y/N pointed out, "I would've dressed a little nicer if I knew we'd be meeting cute boys, Bird."

"You know I don't think that they're cute," Robin answered, shrugging. Y/N was fully informed on everything in Robin's life. Everything. 

Having a blabbermouth and a huge amount of trust in her friend meant that Robin confided in Y/N. About Russia. The upside down. Tammy Thompson. Vickie. How a sleepover they had when they were thirteen opened Robin's eyes to her orientation. Yeah, Y/N knew just about everything.

Both sets of pairs met in the middle and Steve immediately tried it on. "Woah, do my eyes deceive me or is that Miss L/N before me?" He flirted, brushing his hand through his locks. He was called 'the hair' for a valid reason.

"Sure is me," Y/N confirmed. She'd had a few run ins with Steve, mostly at parties, and she'd have to admit that he was charming. If she didn't have her eye on someone else, she'd be swooning. "Hi Eddie."

Steve's attention shifted between Y/N and Eddie, and he smiled as he saw the rocker's expression. Eddie couldn't control the goofy look in his eyes and the sheepish grin he was sporting. "Hi," he let out, a little breathlessly. "H-hi Y/N."

As they walked towards the arcade, Steve pulled Robin in step with him, occasionally looking behind them to survey the other two. It was clear that they were both crushing on the other. Checking up on her buddy, Robin noticed that Y/N's fingers were tapping impatiently against her own thigh. She always did that when she was nervous.

"Your rings, they're cool," Y/N complimented, hoping to ease the tension. She was trying to break the ice. Once they started talking, they'd be fine. She was sure of it. "I really like them."

Eddie looked down at his hands, surprised. He managed to mumble out, "You do? Uh, thanks. I was going for something a little more Bobby Dall than Slash, you know?" He fidgeted with his fingers, twirling his rings around. "Do you know who the hell I'm talking about? Because I say shit like this to Steve all the time and he looks at me like I'm speaking Elvish."

"Slash from Guns N' Roses." That bit was obvious. She had to really think about the other name. Then it came to her. "...And, ooh, Poison?"

Correct. He didn't expect her to know that. Why was she, like, totally perfect? Totally hot. Totally smart. Totally cool. And knew about metal bands. Yeah, it was official, she was totally out of his league.

Why did Y/N know that? It could've been the fact that her dad was into the same kind of music. Or, it could've been that Y/N had noticed some of the patches on his denim vest and investigated further, hoping to find out the sort of things he was into. And, would you know it, she quickly realised that he had great music taste. That would create some common ground, so when she'd plucked up enough confidence to strike up a conversation with him, they'd have something to go off.

Looks like her plan worked.

"Poison, yeah. Do, uh, do you like stuff like that?" he inquired, trying and failing to maintain eye contact.

"Uh huh, yeah. They're one of my favourite bands. My Dad's really into it too. We're going to see Motorhead next month and he is way more excited than I am. He's counting down the days."

Counting days? So was Eddie. Well, he was despite the fact he didn't have a ticket. But she had some? That was crazy. He exclaimed, "No way! Is that for the one in Indianapolis?" She nodded. "I tried to get tickets for that but it was completely sold out."

The pair continued to gush about music as they made their way to the arcade. When they got there and were walking down the line of games, Robin was surprised to notice that Y/N was glancing at her from the corner of her eye. "What?" she asked, cocking her head to the side in curiosity.

Y/N pulled Robin closer to whisper, "Am I coming off as weird?" Things were going well. Seemingly too well.

"You are now." Quickly pushing her buddy back so she'd bump into Eddie 'accidently', Robin hurried away, claiming that, "Damn, I've got to pee so bad," so the pair would have to interact again.

Feeling the thump of her body against his, Eddie immediately held his arms out in an attempt to steady Y/N. His smile was broad, causing his eyes to crinkle at the sides. "You alright?"

Dang, what was it about him that caused her heart to skip so wildly? She nodded, his smile causing her to do the same. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think." He looked so damn cute, so earnest, that she kind of forgot to be nervous. "So, Robin mentioned something about Joust. I'm guessing that's your thing and not Steve's."

"It is." He paused, running his fingers through his hair. Then clarified, "Well, technically it's our friend Dustin's thing and I just want to beat his high score because he pissed me off."

Dustin? Y/N knew him. Why did Eddie know him? Oh yeah, Hellfire Club. Everyone in school knew about the Hellfire Club. 

"Henderson?"

"You know him?"

"I used to babysit little Dusty."

Wow. They had so many things in common. Eddie might have take Dustin aside and have a chat with the kid. He had an in with Y/N and didn't mention it to his Dungeon Master. Asshole. Who knows, maybe if 'little Dusty' had spoken up about his old babysitter, Y/N and Eddie would have spoken sooner. Much sooner. So much sooner that Eddie wouldn't have had to feel like such a creep everytime he thought of Y/N, which was a lot.

"So, wanna watch me beat little Dusty at his own game?" Eddie asked, motioning for her to follow him. She did immediately, her actions a response to his question. It was so automatic that she barely gave the answer a thought. Of course she wanted to spend more time with him. Definitely. Definitely definitely.

Joust. It was stuffed all the way in the corner. The maroon coloured side facing the ticket booth, showing off the logo: a large ostrich shaped bird being ridden by a red armoured Knight, who had a long lance in hand. Eddie stopped at the corner, resting a hand on the wall next to her head, trying his best to look cool before he attempted the game. "Now I'm nervous that I won't be able to get past the first few levels," he confessed, puffing out his chest to look bigger.

Y/N's eyes flicked up from the game in front of her. She'd played it before. It was a platformer and they usually have similar controls, so she inserted the coins and waited for him to move to the other joystick. It was playable with two people after all. She'd help him get past the first few levels.

Was Y/N any good at the game? Truthfully, she wasn't half bad. Not as good as Eddie, no way. But the pair had fun working as a team, killing all the bad guys together.

From where he was standing at the ticket booth, Steve could see the pair excitedly playing the game. He noticed how if one of them did something good, they'd gaze up at the other and give a knowing smile, as if to say 'see, I told you I could do it'. 

And, to tell the truth, the girl behind the counter wasn't doing it for him. She seemed nice. Just not for him. Something about her screamed needy. Like she'd be the type to continually ring his landline after one date. His parents didn't need that and neither did he.

Returning from her 'pee break' (which ended up being an actual pee break because the moment Robin saw the toilet, she realised she was actually busting), Robin intended on finding Y/N. As soon as she saw her friend, she beelined for Steve instead. Plus, he looked like he needed some help getting away from his conquest.

"Those two look to be getting on," Steve declared, pointing at the two players over in the corner. "They look happy. So happy that I kind of want to ruin it." Then he did. Well, he didn't ruin it. He just made it so they weren't alone anymore. Making his presence known by slapping his hands down on Eddie's shoulders, interrupting their game with a loud, "How's it going guys?"

The interruption caused Y/N to jump and lose their last Mount, meaning that the game was over. Not that it mattered. The two of them had been having a great time anyway.

"Who's winning?" Steve asked cheerfully.

Eddie grimaced, keeping his voice low. "We were until you, Harrington."

For the next couple of matches the quartet took it in turns, messing with whoever was playing. At this point, Eddie didn't care about his revenge on Dustin. He was having too much fun to even give a shit that Steve kept dying after the fifth wave.

Arcade trips became a regular thing for the group. Y/N was soon assimilated. They started spending more and more time together. Sometimes they'd meet up at Steve's place and rent a movie, where they each had their assigned seats. Steve next to Robin next to Y/N then Eddie always sat on the arm next to her. It was perfect. Set in stone. Never changed.

Until one day where Steve decided to change it up. He sat down first, right in the middle. Robin cocked her head to the side for a moment but with one knowing look from Steve, she nodded, taking his usual space on the end.

Y/N and Eddie were too busy talking to notice. She reached out and held his arm, turning to see all of his tattoos, which were still covered in all the colourful ink she'd drawn over him.

Since they knew each other now, Eddie convinced the guy in the seat next to Y/N in history to switch with him so they'd be able to sit together. It took a ten percent discount of an ounce to convince the guy, but Y/N was worth it. Hell, he might've given it to him for free.

A typical lesson entailed Y/N trying to pay attention but getting distracted by Eddie doing whatever he could to get her attention. To remedy this, she would use her highlighters to colour in his tattoos, giving him enough of her concentration whilst listening to whatever Mr Peterson was lecturing about. Classes were easier with her doing that. Tests were easier too as Y/N let Eddie copy off her. 

It just seemed that life together was substantially better than life apart. They both knew that. They felt it. Yet, neither of them wanted to admit it to the other. That could crumble what they'd just built. Right?

Or it could make it even better.

"Look, I went out of the lines," she pointed out, brushing her finger over the area in question. Just the feeling of her lightly caressing his skin caused Eddie to shiver with glee.

Instinctively, Eddie's gaze slowly and methodically moved over Y/N's form, lingering on her lips before quickly moving on so she wouldn't notice. Oh shit. Shit. He hadn't answered. She said something and he'd forgotten to respond. "Uhh...maybe I moved?" he posed, finally looking into her eyes with a sheepish expression on his face. She answered with a shrug and finally moved to sit on the couch, only realising it was Steve when she turned to quietly update Robin only to find Harrington leaning in instead.

Immediately, she reared backwards awkwardly and gave Steve a confused glance, before giving one to Robin. The latter however, was the one who replied, a slight smile on her lips, "It's your night to choose, Batman."

"I don't want to hear any complaining. None. This is the best movie musical ever made, and no, I will not be swayed."

Harrington had to exclaim, "It's a musical? Jesus christ," and gave a look to the other man in the room like 'girly shit, am I right?' To which Eddie just ignored. If Y/N liked this movie, it must be good.

Reaching into her bag, Y/N handed Steve the VHS and waited for them to realise what movie she'd picked. Well, Robin knew. Y/N couldn't be sure about Steve. One look from her and he gave in, putting the tape into the VCR and sitting back, getting uncomfortably close to her.

Little Shop of Horrors. An absolute classic that has bops throughout. It's such a good movie and, luckily, everyone else thought so. Despite his initial reaction, Steve got into it. He was one of those annoying people that constantly asked questions throughout and tried to guess what was going to happen next.

Truthfully, Eddie liked the movie. Yet, he liked watching Y/N mouthing along to the lyrics more. He thought it was cute that she did that, that she was into the movie. His gaze wandered down to her lips, watching them move as she mimed the words to herself. If he wrote a song, would she learn the words and do this for him?

Catching Eddie basically drooling over Y/N as her eyes were trained on the screen, Steve decided to mess with him by doing the classic yawning trick, subtly placing his arm behind Y/N's shoulders and mischievously smiling when Eddie caught on. The death stare he was giving Steve was murderous, and it got even deadlier when Harrington lightly brushed his thumb across her shoulder, smugly winking at his buddy.

"What are you doing?" Eddie mouthed, hoping that Y/N wouldn't notice the conversation. Robin had. But, Y/N was paying little attention to them. She was too engrossed in the story despite having seen it so many times before.

Playing it off, Steve replied, "Getting comfortable. What are you doing?" He had to tear his eyes away. He had to. If Steve planned on making moves on Y/N, he had no chance. Letting out a deep, dissatisfied sigh, Eddie returned to watching the movie.

Hearing the noise he made, Y/N looked up at Eddie only to find that he wasn't the one touching her shoulder. His hands were firmly crossed by his chest. Steve. Moving her gaze down to Harrington's hand and back up to Eddie to give him a perplexed glance, she decided how to get out of his embrace without being too rude. "I'm going to get another coke, anyone else want one?" She got up, leaving Steve with his outstretched arm, and waited for their responses.

Only Eddie answered. He didn't really want a drink, he just wanted to say something to her and that was the easiest thing he could think of. He gave her a small nod and she could've sworn his eyes twinkled.

When she was out of earshot, Eddie slapped Steve's arm away and quietly exclaimed, "What was that, dude?!?"

"Ow. Ow! No hitting, man. No. Ow. Fuck, I wouldn't have done it if I knew I was going to get abused. Abused in my own home."

The pair kept squabbling in hushed tones until Y/N returned, handing out the drinks. To get his mind off Steve's actions, Eddie began intensely watching the movie. He didn't even look up when Y/N placed the can in his hand. Still, he thanked her. "Thank you, Y/N. Love you, Y/N."

Silence. He looked to see her staring at him with wide eyes. Steve and Robin were chuckling amongst themselves. "What?" His gaze fell from her eyes and he looked away sheepishly, but a grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he realised what he'd admitted. He slumped his head in his hand, hiding how incredibly red he'd become. "Shit."

Her face was blushing too, and she looked away from him shyly. Steve and Robin kept quiet, pretending not to notice the awkwardness in the room. The last portion of the movie was spent in silence as nobody really knew what to say.

When Y/N was sure the other two weren't paying attention, she placed her hand over Eddie's, conjoining their fingers as she kept her eyes directed at the screen. In his mind, she was comforting him, comforting him because he'd done something embarrassing. That's why she was holding his hand. No other reason. It was because she's a nice person and he'd fucked up. It was sweet. It was also incredibly saddening to him. He hadn't thought it was possible to feel this much for someone.

For a second, he thought about moving his hand away. He didn't want it out of pity. But, to be honest, he'd take anything she gave. He wanted her to hold him. If she held him, it was supposed to be because she liked him. If she gave him her hand, it was because she wanted him. If she wanted him, he was all hers. If he moved his hand, he'd be letting go of her grasp. He'd be pushing her away. He didn't want to do that. He liked her holding on to him. He liked how small her hand was compared to his. How soft they were. He didn't move. If anything, he squeezed her hand a little tighter, leaning into her touch.

The movie ended. Fuck. Now what do they do?

"We could play chicken," Robin suggested, having clearly been watching the two of them interact as if she were a hawk circling its prey.

"No way, Bird. Last time we played chicken it cost me $20."

Steve had heard of a game called chicken. Usually there wasn't money involved, so he asked, "What the hell is chicken?"

Eddie interjected with, "I'm broke as hell, so I'm out."

"I'm out too," Y/N copied, shrugging offhandedly, before adding, "That just leaves you and Harrington, Bird. I doubt you want that."

"Yeah, the mere thought of that grosses me out. I'm out."

Shit. So that was everyone out. There was still just over an hour until Steve's parents got home. They could leave early or "We could totally watch Family Feud. It's on right now."

"Do you have the Family Feud time slot memorised?" Eddie inquired.

"That's the type of thing my grandpa does, Steve," Y/N replied, lightly slapping his knee

Joining in on the teasing, Robin added, "It goes shuffleboard; bingo; Family Feud. That's a typical Friday, right?"

"Fuck you guys. I could kick you out. This is my house. I can."

"Do it, pussy."

Y/N and Eddie watched as Steve and Robin bickered. She had no idea but while she was laughing at their friends, Y/N was gently stroking Eddie's thumb with hers, the contact making his face go soft. It was one simple gesture and he was completely mush.

The pair kept arguing and arguing until it was time to get out. Some would say that was better than Family Feud. Steve stood up, exclaiming, "My parents will be back in twenty so get your fucking asses out. I'm supposed to be grounded because I was blasting A-Ha until two in the morning the other day, awaking my mother from her beauty sleep," and gestured that everyone should fuck off. So they did. 

Unsurprisingly, Robin needed a bathroom break before they left and Steve claimed he needed an outfit change for when his parents got back. He mumbled, "Yeah, uh, my dad hates the colour yellow. Especially on men. Says it makes us look like pansy's," and hurried up to his room.

Great. Alone time. Yet again. Y/N slumped back on the couch, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment as she waited for Robin. She let her head fall back, resting against the cushions. "I'm sorry about... you, y-you know," Eddie stuttered out, cutting through the silence. He ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it even more wild and unruly.

"Oh. It's okay. I know you didn't mean to say it."

He flushed, the pink tingeing his cheeks. She'd given him an out. Did he want to take it? No. Did he say, "Yeah, you get it. I didn't mean it... mean it, uh, like that. We're friends. Friend love, you know"? Yeah, yeah he did.

Friendzoned. Shit. That sucked. Y/N's expression fell and she slowly pulled her hand away from his. No. This was fine. Totally fine. He was allowed to not like her back. That was expected. Forcing a smile, she unnaturally chirped, "Yeah, friend love. Put it there, pal," and held out her fist for him to bump.

A fist bump? He did it, awkwardly connecting his fist with hers as his heart broke in two. Friend love. Of all things he could have said. Fucking friend love. Fuck. Why the fuck had he said that?

Mere seconds after Robin reappeared, Y/N pulled her out to her car, calling up a quick goodbye to Steve and giving Eddie a disheartened wave on the way out. As soon as she sat down in the driver's seat, she lightly bumped her head against the wheel, quickly collecting her thoughts before diving away.

On the other side, Eddie had grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and let out an annoyed yell into it, falling face first onto the seat. This night had gone awfully. Horribly wrong. He turned his head to the side and groaned, "I've fucked it up," as Steve came back down the stairs, his face covered in a satisfied smirk, which dropped as he saw Eddie hiding behind one of his cushions.

"What?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked as he realised that their little plan to give the couple a little time to talk about what had happened had gone wrong. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Eddie said, rolling onto his back. 

"You sure?" Steve mocked, placing his hands on his hips like an impatient mother. "I heard you screaming."

"I was not screaming," Eddie whined, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"You were, too."

"I was not."

Steve gave him a look. "You were."

Giving up, Eddie admitted, "Fine, I was," and got up to find his keys. He didn't need love lessons from Steve. That dude still wasn't over his ex. He was in no position to give relationship advice.

"Are you okay?" Steve inquired, and now he sounded genuinely concerned for his friend. Just by the sullen expression on his face, Steve could tell his buddy had messed up. 

The intended plan was that Eddie would stick by what he'd said and then Y/N would say it back, because obviously she would. That was clear as day. Then they'd stop with the longing gazes and heated touches. Sure, Steve expected that Eddie would be totally clingy and annoying when he finally got the balls to go out with her since that's how he acted without even being her boyfriend.

Taking a breath, Eddie recalled, "We fist bumped."

"Is that an innuendo?"

"Nope."

He couldn't help it. It was hard to keep in. Steve let out a cackle at Eddie's misfortune. It seemed as if Eddie had zero game. None. It was laughable in Steve's eyes.

"That's not even the worst part," he continued.

Oh, it got better? Halting his laughter for a second to listen, Steve urged Eddie to go on. "The worst part?"

"I accidentally friendzoned her."

Steve sat down on the ground, laughing his ass off as he covered his face with his hands. He'd been trying to set them up, and Eddie had chickened out? Not only chickened out, but almost destroyed any chance he had. How cute. How idiotic.

"You're a fucking moron." Eddie glared at him, his face red with embarrassment. Steve continued, still unable to contain himself, "Dumbass. Complete dumbass. You've got to put your brain in your dick sometimes, dude."

Eddie was about to protest, to tell Steve that he was being an ass, but he was interrupted by the very thing he wanted to hear.

"She's totally in love with you, man. You're just too stupid to see it." He paused to joke, "How else do you think she can resist all of this?" and gestured to his body.

Retrieving his car keys, Eddie made it to the door and sheepishly let out, "Shut up, man." He was in disbelief. How had this happened? And how had he missed it?

"I'm serious," Steve scoffed.

Then Eddie was out of the door and in his van in a flash. He sped away, breathing a sigh of mental exhaustion from the entire day. So much had happened, but also nothing at all. How could he have missed Y/N's feelings for him? That thought swirled around and around in his noggin as he drove home, his gaze fixed on the road. There was no way he could have missed it. No way at all.

He'd fucked up. Big time. And he had to fix it.

Not realising it until he did it, he pulled up to her house. Oh fuck...Well, he was here now and he couldn't wait. He sat there, his breathing quick and shallow while he waited for his nerve to carry him inside. What if she wasn't home? What if she'd stayed at Robin's? What would he say to her? Fuck it. He got out of his van and undid the gate to her back garden, surveying the scene before he did anything to get her attention.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

Jolting her out of her little trance of self pitying, Y/N heard a series of little tap-like sounds on her window. Strange. She still had her coat still on as she'd only arrived back home a mere five minutes before, but quickly threw it off and made her way to the window.

Standing on the ground below her room, Eddie, armed with a bunch of pebbles, shyly waved up at her. She could barely make out his face in the darkness, but his grin was bright and his eyes were shining. "What are you doing?" she asked him, and he couldn't help but laugh. It was so cliché.

"I tried to climb up but it's a lot more difficult than it looks in the movies," he joked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"I'll just be a second," she said, and took a few seconds to compose herself. She met him at the back door and let him inside.

Noticing immediately that there was a line of shoes near her front door, he asked, "Do you want me to take my shoes off? Are you that kind of family?"

"We are. But, it's up to you. Do whatever."

No. He wasn't going to do whatever. He was going to act in line with what her family did. Quickly, he untied his shoes and took them off, carrying them through her house.

Once she was calm enough, she snuck him up to her room, explaining as she guided him, "My dad is working tonight and my mother is knocked out on sleeping pills, so my little sister is the only problem."

As if on cue, Y/N's sister appeared and held out her hand. The pair of them had their agreements. "How much?"

"I feel like this is a fifty."

"Twenty-five."

"Thirty-five and I get to wear that top, the red cropped one that Mum said made you look like whore, on the date I'm going on next week."

"Done."

Bringing him up to her bedroom, Y/N found her stash of money and the top, and exited the room for a second before popping back, empty handed. The deal had been done. Now she could focus on Eddie.

"Hi." He looked nervous, out of his element, and she smiled, hoping to ease whatever was going on for him. It did, a little. Looking around her room helped to calm him down enough that he could take a few steps closer to her. "I lied earlier."

"Oh?"

"I'm not...I mean..." He paused, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and continued mumbling, "I've been trying to think of a way to say this for the longest time and I can't find the words and... I love you and I want to be with you and I want you to be with me and I know how stupid this is and I'm about to fuck it all up and I-"

His words were cut off since she interrupted to ask, "Do you want to play chicken?"

A bit rude, but he went along with it.

"Uhhh...sure. How do you play?" He looked confused. In the car he'd come with a brief outline of what he'd say. The general points. And he'd blurted out most of it.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and shifted him so he was directly in front of her. Where all this confidence came from, she had no idea. Maybe it was because he just spilled his guts. "Okay. First one to back away is the loser," she stated, slowly leaning her face closer to him. 

"You played this with Robin?" he exclaimed, looking shocked.

"Yep, had to pay off my sister because she walked in as our noses touched. My parents wouldn't let me out of the house if she told them that."

They inched closer and closer.

"Y/N?" he whispered, but she was too focused on their lips to answer him. When they were as close as they could possibly be, her lips just millimetres away from his, he brought his hand to gently tip her chin so she'd look him in the eyes, mumbling, "Is this...is this okay?" 

Fuck. They were so close she could feel his heart thumping. "Go for it," she declared, not giving a damn about anything other than the feel of his lips on hers. He pressed his lips to hers oh so gently. It was sweet and innocent and all the things she'd only ever fantasised about. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him even closer. He let out a little moan causing her to smile against his mouth. He held her and they stood that way for a few minutes, saying nothing, just smooching. He was just holding her and it felt so good she almost couldn't breathe.

When he pulled back, he joyfully rambled, "I can't believe we did that. I mean I knew I wanted to kiss you but I didn't think I'd actually do it. I like you and that kind of scares me, Y/N." She was too wrapped up in him to respond. "I've been trying for months now to get up the balls to talk to you and, and now we just did this and it was so easy and, I don't know, it feels so right I can't even explain it to you, I can't even explain it to myself. God, Y/N. I like you so much."

At his words, she melted. Completely. All her nerves went away. All her anxiety and fear. The way he said she made him feel was different from anyone else. His gentleness, his consideration, his attractiveness... it was all so different, so perfect, so wonderful. And she wasn't afraid of what would happen next.

That's why she had to playfully tease, "Wow, it's slipped from love to like. Was my kiss really that bad, Munson?"

Of course that's how she'd react. Of course. He facetiously rolled his eyes and told her to, "Shut up, loser," as he went back in for another kiss. Y/N let out a giggle as he kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate. When he pulled back, he smiled at her, a real genuine smile. "Why the hell did I wait so long to do that?"

"I don't know, Eddie, why did you?" she asked with a mischievous smile, breaking his grasp and grabbing his hands as she backed up towards her bed. He followed her as if he was enchanted and watched with a goofy smile on his face as she pulled him with her. "Do you want to sit down?"

"Sure," he said as he perched on the edge of her bed. He didn't expect it but she sat on his lap, straddling his thighs as she faced him. His expression was priceless as he looked up at her, his eyes full of adoration and desire. She placed her hands on either side of his face and leaned in to kiss him again, since he clearly wanted more and she was happy to oblige.

Fuck, she'd completely forgot to confess to him. She'd been so caught up with his words that she forgot her own, so she admitted, "I love you too," against his lips in a sweet, reassuring kiss. He opened his mouth and reciprocated and she felt his heart thump in response. "I love you so much," she reiterated, her lips moving to place sweet pecks along his jawline.

"Not friend love?"

"Nope, the real thing." That made him smile. She brushed her finger across his bottom lip and complimented, "I love your smile. It's the first thing I noticed. It's just so...cute. And big. And happy." She placed a soft kiss on his cheek and continued, "And, I think you've got the cutest dimples."

Eddie was beaming from ear to ear. His cheeks were rosy from her words and he had to look away to not crumble into a complete blushing mess. He looked happier than she'd ever seen him look. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling his head back to admire her. She was in his arms, his heart, his life, and he never wanted to let go.

"Can you pinch me?"

Odd request. "Why?"

"Cause I think I'm dreaming. I'm still asleep. I've got to be."

She guffawed and lightly slapped him across the face. Well, it was more of a pat but he took it as a slap. "I think you're awake, sleeping beauty."

To further prove that he was awake, she attached her mouth to his neck, lightly moving it until he let out a guttural moan as she found the right spot. Her hand slowly moved from the side of his neck down his chest, his abs, the bottom of his shirt, and the waistband of his pants. She paused at his zipper and looked at him for confirmation.

"You don't have to do th-"

"I want to." His face was flushed with arousal and she knew he was hard, still it was nice to ask, "Do you want to?"

"God, yes. I want you."

Unbuckling his belt and undoing his trousers, she slid them off, moving on her knees between his legs. She placed a hand on either side of his bare thighs and had to reassure him, "If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word."

"Doubt I will, baby. Is that okay? Me calling you baby, is that okay?"

"I like it, baby. You ready?" He nodded vigorously, giving her the go ahead. So, she pressed a kiss just under his navel and pulled at the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging his briefs down. "I guess you really do like me," she joked as she looked at him, his erection pointing upward, begging to be released from its confines. Eddie had a dazed look on his face like he couldn't quite believe it was happening. Was she really doing this? It didn't seem real.

Once his underwear was removed, she placed her mouth at the head of his penis and gave it a teasing kiss.

"Fuck. I like you so much," he said then inhaled deeply as she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to slowly pump. "So much. So good...G-So good, Y-you're so pretty," he stammered as she started to gradually increase the pace of her stroking, which caused his breath to hitch. "You're so pretty, you...you make...you make..."

Just her hand had him stuttering? She wondered what kind of effect her mouth would have, so released his cock from her hand for a moment to lick her lips and prepare for the onslaught of his impending orgasm. She took him into her mouth, gently sucking the head before taking him the rest of the way down. His volume picked up a notch and his hips rose off the bed in desperate need.

"Shh..not too loud," she said, smiling as she looked up at him, her hand taking over as she spoke. He nodded, his face flushed, his eyes glassy. She looked forward and saw his hand rising to cover his mouth and stop the noise he was making. "I like hearing you. My sister, on the other hand..."

"Got it. Be -" She returned his cock to her mouth. "Be, uh, be fu-cking quieter," he panted. His breaths were hitching and his body was quaking but he didn't seem to want to stop. This turned her on more than she could contain and she swirled her tongue around him, taking him deeper, giving him better access.

This was a lot different than pleasuring herself to the thought of doing this. To have this, the real him, was so much more intense. She increased her pace and he let out a guttural but hushed moan. She could feel his body tensing, his hips rising once more. His breathing was hard, ragged, and he was so close.

"I...I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum," he warned, his hand moving to her hair. She couldn't deny him. She didn't want to. "Y-you...you keep...you keep..." Then, suddenly, he let out a long, stifled whine that turned into several more quiet but audible moans. A few seconds after his climax ended, he let out a long, shaky breath then lay back on the bed.

Y/N looked over at him and watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath, swallowing and wiping away any remnants of him with the back of her hand. She perched next to him and asked, "Good?" as she began running her fingers along his cheek, his forehead, and his nose, before trailing them down to his lips.

"Mm...that was...good. No, great. No...what's a better word for great? Fantastic. No, excellent. Perfect. That felt so..." He confirmed. Instead of continuing his sentence, his hand found the back of her neck and he pulled her forward, instantly smushing his lips with hers. His kiss was hot and demanding, his tongue delving into her mouth just as his cock had done earlier.

Stopping, he dramatically brought his hand up, making a big deal of taking his rings off one by one. When they were all off, he urged her to "Gimme your hand," and slipped them over her fingers. They were massively too big for her hand, but she didn't care. "Hold onto them for a bit."

With his newly unencumbered fingers, Eddie took a moment to watch as she admired his jewellery on her hand. He loved the way she looked in it. It was the first time he'd let her actually wear them and he could tell by her gaze that she loved it too. Then he walked his hand down to her underwear, only stopping to ask, "Is this still okay?"

"Very okay."

Consent, cool. He delved between her cotton panties, searching for the spot where she needed him the most. When he found it, he pressed her a sloppy kiss on her collarbone, before slowly sliding a finger inside her. "So wet," he whispered. He continued to work his way in and out of her, each time getting deeper. Soon, he had two fingers buried inside her and was working his thumb against her clit. Y/N leaned into his touch and started to grind her hips against him, letting out little whines next to his ear.

His hand was soaked so he brought it up to tongue for a taste. She tasted so good, he'd never get enough of her. He was so hard again he was having trouble focusing on anything but the taste. "You're so good, Y/N," he complimented. "You're so, so good. So pretty." He worked his fingers in and out of her, the friction making him want to come so much more than he already was. "I want to go down on you, baby. Is that okay?"

"Yes. Please."

With that, he lowered his head between her thighs and placed her knees over his shoulders so he could get better access. He licked softly at first, enjoying her subtle tastes, before he got more aggressive, darting his tongue over her clit and sucking on it. "Oh, fuck. You taste so good," he groaned. "Your taste..." He could barely form sentences now. 

All he could think about was burying his face in her, devouring her. He tongued her over and over again, desperate to drive her mad with desire, before he slipped a finger back into her. He enjoyed the feeling of her clutching at his hair for a moment before going back to work with his tongue. Her little moans and gasps of pleasure were music to his ears. They were the only music he wanted to hear.

 He worked her harder, bringing his tongue to her clit in time to her grinding hips. Within seconds, she was bucking and twisting, trying to get closer to his face, desperate for more. He was more than happy to give it to her. Soon, he felt her body tensing, about to climax. He kept up his pace until she was gasping his name.

"Y-you...you're..." she panted. "Holy fuck."

"Come for me, baby. Come for me. I want you to."

She slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds as she cried out his name as her body shook, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through her. The last thing she felt was his mouth sliding down her inner thigh, licking up her wetness and settling with a soft kiss on her quaking leg. When the orgasm had died down, she opened her eyes to look at him. She smiled at him and let her fingers trail along his jaw. "Eddie, that was..." She couldn't even describe how good it had been, how incredible.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he proclaimed, dropping a kiss on her stomach before nipping at the sensitive area between her thighs. He looked down at himself and confirmed, "Yeah, definitely the hottest. I'm, you know... again."

Chuckling at his awkwardness, Y/N reached across and opened the top drawer of her bedside table, retrieving the box of condoms her mother had given her when she found out that her daughter was hanging out with Steve Harrington. She took one out and threw it at him, asking, "You wanna?"

He took the box condom and ripped it open, winking at her as he said, "I'd love to." Before he rolled it on, she decided to begin undressing and he had to watch as she did that. "If I wasn't already hard, that would've more than done it, Y/N," he said, looking her up and down as she slipped her shirt off. 

"Good." She smiled, enjoying his appreciation for her body. She stepped out of her underwear, and he ogled in wonder, groaning a little after every piece of clothing was shed. When she was completely naked, she reached for him, running her hands up his chest and sliding his shirt off.

"I want you so much," he whispered, pressing his lips to her neck. He kissed his way down her body, taking his time over every part of her he touched. "Can you...can you ride me?" There was a funny inflection in his voice, like he was apprehensive or nervous.

"Of course."

"Really?"

"Really."

 Relief washed over him. He hadn't been sure that she'd be down for that. He'd never had the courage to ask before. He explained, running his hands up her bare thighs, "Awesome. It's been, like, a fantasy of mine to see you riding me."

"Is that so?" she asked, her voice dropping to a sexy purr as she hovered over him, her eyes sparkling wickedly. "Well, baby, let's make it a reality."

Carefully, she straddled his lap, bracing herself on his shoulders as she lowered onto his erection. He grabbed her ass to steady her as she sank down on him, and he groaned in pleasure, burying his face in her neck, kissing and licking at her skin. "Yeah, just like that," he gasped, wrapping his arms around her as she rocked down his shaft in a deep, slow rhythm.

Mind completely blank, he worked his hands up and down her back as she rode him, loving the feel of her soft, bare skin against his. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her, the way she fit him, the way he was filling her. 

Everything about her was even better than he had fantasised.

"You're so, so fucking tight," he breathed, his hands moving to her ass to keep her in place as he thrust upwards into her. There was no finesse, only raw, primal need. He pulled her as far down onto him as he could, revelling in the way she clung to his shoulders as he pumped into her, filling her completely. He held her so tightly, determined to make every bit of her feel good, to leave no part of her unfulfilled.

With every upstroke, every slow grind, he was getting closer to his climax. But he refused to go there until she did. Every time he tried to move, she moved with him, pushing down to meet each stroke, letting him know in no uncertain terms how much she wanted him.

"Can we change positions? I'm going to blow way too soon if I keep watching your boobs jiggle in my face." She nodded in response and let out a little chuckle, which turned into a full blown giggle as he lifted her up slightly and set her back against the pillows. She looked so amazing, so perfect, her face flushed and her hair a mess, and he let his hands trail through her wild mane as he watched the way her eyes widened as he re-entered her.

"God, you feel so good," he whispered against her ear, as a particularly forceful stroke had him groaning her name and her hands tightening in his hair.

All of a sudden she remembered something, exclaiming, "Wait," and he stopped immediately, a little afraid that he'd accidentally hurt her. "I forgot to say but my dad can't come to Motorhead because his boss is being a twat, so I've got one ticket with your name on it. If you want it."

Thank god. "This is the best fucking day ever," he laughed, going in for a snog as he started moving again, his hand holding her jaw as he pounded into her. When he broke the kiss, his thumb brushed across her bottom lip so she took it unto her mouth, sucking on it to quieten her whimpers of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Pulling away a moment later, he looked down at her, her eyes heavy lidded and filled with passion, and he moaned at the sight. "I'm not going to be able to hold out for long," he warned, and she mumbled out something that sounded similar to 'me too' then returned her mouth to his finger. "I'm almost there," he assured her, his breathing harsh and ragged. "Come on baby, my baby. I want you to come for me. Come on, you can do it, you're a fucking Goddess. I know you can. I can feel it."

And then, like a wave, came the pent-up release. The world exploded in warm, fuzzy waves of pleasure as Y/N orgasm washed over her, leaving her dazed as she came down from her high. His orgasm rocked him to the core, stealing his breath, stealing his ability to think, stealing his ability to move. He stayed inside her, kissing her shoulder as his head came to rest on her soft breasts, as his body went limp.

For a long time, he let her hold him, soaking up the afterglow of their mutual release. When he finally lifted his head, he was smiling at her. "I love you," he said, unable to stop himself.

She smiled back at him, wiping a stray lock of hair out of his face. "I love you too."

The pair got cleaned up after what Eddie thought was a sufficient amount of smushing Y/N with his body then returned to her bed to settle down for the night. The rest of the night was a lot of making out, a lot of cuddling, a lot of laughter. And that's how it was for the next couple of weeks, night after night, Y/N and Eddie falling asleep in each other's arms, and waking up just before her parents did so they wouldn't get caught.

At school on Monday, Y/N had yet to tell Robin so when Eddie passed them in the corridor on the way to class and stopped to kiss Y/N on the cheek, Robin was a little shocked. But she recovered quickly. "You're a lucky bastard, you know that? After how bad you fucked up with that friend love shit."

"I am," he agreed, and realised that a kiss on the cheek wasn't enough for him and leant down to place one on her lips in front of everyone who walked past. It was chaste and subtle, but it told people exactly what they needed to know. Eddie Munson was no longer a chicken when it came to Y/N L/N.

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