New Years // E.M.
Warnings: angst, mostly fluff
Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Side note: this is part of the lwtua series but can be read as a standalone
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Eddie hated parties more than anything and yet he found himself at one, not because he was here for the actual party but for the money that he would earn tonight after selling all the stash he had brought. It was New Year’s eve and the house was more crowded than on any other day, or at least that’s what it felt like.
While people kept coming up to him to buy weed, his eyes kept skipping past anyone that wasn’t you. He hasn’t seen you here yet but he had a feeling that you were lingering around somewhere, especially because Steve was here, who was now standing in the corner, talking to Nancy and Jonathan– something that seemed weird to Eddie considering Jonathan is the guy that kind of stole his girlfriend as he had found out later on.
Steve was smiling at something Jonathan had said to him.
If Eddie was in his place, he wouldn't be able to face the guy that stole his girl and put on a friendly face.
Jonathan’s eyes found Eddie’s and a smile appeared on his face, waving at the metalhead. He whispered something to his girlfriend before he left her side and walked towards Eddie.
“Hey man,” Jonathan said, stepping closer to him.
Eddie smiled and greeted him with a handshake “what are you doing here, is California that bad?” he asked, smirking.
He chuckled, shaking his head “just visiting my girlfriend.. but uh, didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I was just about to go, sold all my stash already,” Eddie mumbled.
“Ah, don’t wanna stay here any longer?” Jonathan asked, chuckling.
“Hell no,” Eddie grumbled, shaking his head causing his curls to bounce.
“Yeah, I’d rather be anywhere else right now than here but Nancy kind of dragged me here.”
Eddie nods, looking behind his shoulder to see Nancy talking to her ex boyfriend as though nothing ever happened between them. It was odd to see the sight of two people who once considered themselves lovers now being nothing but friends.
“And you’re hanging out with Harrington now?” he asked, almost with a judgmental tone on his voice. Eddie can’t stand Steve, not just because he’s an asshole but also because he gets to have something that he can’t.
Jonathan sighs as he looks back, glancing at Steve for a moment who he came to appreciate as a friend, well, kind of a friend. If it wasn’t for the things they had been through together, he wouldn’t have gotten along with him that well but Steve turned out to be a decent guy as Jonathan had realized.
“He came with y/n but she kind of ran off.”
He felt his heart fluttering at the mention of just your name. Raising his brows in surprise “she ran off?”
“Yeah, she doesn’t really like parties and she wasn’t feeling good,” he said, avoiding Eddie’s eyes, knowing that he had already said too much but a part of him hoped that Eddie would finally get his shit together and go find you and just spend time with you “she looked sad when she left..”
Concern lingers in his eyes “oh..” he mumbled as he looked down. He hates knowing that something had upset you “and Steve just let her leave on her own?” he asked angrily, worried for your safety.
“She drove here and she didn’t drink so don’t worry.” he said, eying the look on Eddie’s face “I doubt that she went home though..”
Eddie looks up again, a somewhat teasing look lingers on Jonathan’s face and he knows he wants him to ask about your whereabouts. Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair “where is she?”
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You watched the steam rise, keeping your hands wrapped around the warm mug, the smell of hot cocoa lingered in the air and you sighed in content as you took a sip of the sweet beverage. Looking out the window, you watched some cars passing by, snowflakes falling softly on the ground, you used to love winter and snow but now it was nothing but a cruel reminder of what happened on that cold November night.
You tried to forget about it, at least for tonight but you couldn’t. You looked at your friends, Nancy, Jonathan and Steve. They were able to relax, even if just for a short moment, they were able to forget and enjoy themselves but you couldn’t, not when you still felt the darkness trying to get ahold of you, not when people looked at you as though something was wrong with you and not when you saw him. The person that held your heart in the palm of his hand and was unaware of it– even if he was aware. He wouldn’t care anyways.
Deep in thought, you didn’t hear the bell ringing or the voice of the waitress taking an order from an elderly man a few tables away from you. You didn’t hear your name being called either.
Only as you felt someone sitting down next to you, their shoulder bumping into yours, you finally snapped out of your thoughts. Tensing up, you scooted away and turned to look at the stranger that decided to invade your space.
Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes widened.
Your eyes locked with warm brown ones and your body immediately relaxed at the sight of him.
His eyes were soft, a small and uncertain smile lingered on his lips.
“Eddie?” you whispered, staring at him in confusion.
“Hi..”
The smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes and his aftershave bring you a weird sense of comfort.
“What uh- what are you doing here?”
You don’t know whether his cheeks are red from the cold or if he’s blushing.
“J-Just uh.. wanted some..” he trails off, reaching for the menu on the table, he grabs it, squinting his eyes as he reads through it.
You suppress a giggle as you watch him, he turns redder by the second and his eyes keep flicking to yours. Clearing his throat, he places it back on the table and taps his finger against it “just wanted some coffee,” he said confidently.
“Coffee at almost 12 am on New Year’s eve?”
He furrowed his brows and looked down at your mug “what’s wrong with coffee? You’re having hot chocolate.”
“I just mean that most people would have alcohol tonight.”
He nods “yeah well, not me and not you either so… we can just hang out and drink non alcoholic beverages together right?” he asked with an awkward smile on his face.
Your heart flutters in your chest and your mind is filled with nothing but questions but you don’t speak them aloud, not wanting him to leave if you do ask.
“Yeah,” you breathe, tearing your eyes away from him, you look down at your cup “you should have some hot cocoa too though.. It's really good.”
“Can I try?”
You look at him in surprise, blushing under his gaze.
Nodding, you push the cup towards him and as he reaches for it, his fingertips brush against yours, making your skin feel tingly.
Eddie feels the same, his heart skips a beat and the blush on his face deepens further. He smiles, clasping his hand around the mug, he brings it up to his mouth. His lips touch the same spot that yours have before.
You watch him, hating the way you feel around him. Your chest is filled with warmth, heart fluttering like crazy, you feel safe and comfortable in his presence but sadness lingers inside of you because you know that once the night is over, he will go back to his old ways, the way he always does. You should walk away from him and leave him behind to protect your heart and your feelings but you don’t want to. You know this means nothing to him but it means everything to you and even if you can only have him for tonight, then it’s okay too because you would rather have him for a fleeting moment than not at all.
“Oh wow, that’s good.”
Eddie ordered himself a hot cocoa as well and a second one for you because he felt bad for drinking half of yours, you kept insisting that it’s fine but he ignored your protests. You could feel the eyes of the waitress on you, an older woman named Josephine, you were a regular at the diner, usually you would come here alone, seeing you with someone else here must have sparked her interest, especially when she saw how you looked at each other.
Placing the drinks in front of you, she flashed you a smile as she looked between you and Eddie.
“You are such a cute couple,” she said with a smile on her face. “Young romance is something magical, don’t let go of each other.” she said before walking away.
Your cheeks felt hot and you looked at anything but his eyes, your heart was racing and you reached for the mug nervously. Eddie was blushing like crazy but he looked at you with a small smile on his face, loving how shy and nervous you looked.
“Uh– so uh..” you mumbled awkwardly “how are you?” you asked before taking a sip.
Eddie stared at you, some of the whipped cream got on your nose and he couldn’t help but chuckle, you turned to face him with a frown on your face “why are you laughing?”
You are so cute. His eyes flicker to your nose and to your lips before he inches closer “you just.. got a little something there,” he whispered as he wiped the whipped cream off before he slipped his finger in his mouth, licking it clean.
If you weren’t blushing already then you definitely would be now. Your stomach fluttered as you stared at him in surprise.
“You okay?” he asked, smugly.
“Y-Yeah, totally.”
He smirks to himself as he leans back and takes a few sips of his hot cocoa.
“Why aren’t you at the party anymore?” he asked after a while.
You shrugged, a sudden sadness flashing in your eyes “didn’t feel like it… what about you? Why are you here.. with me?”
“Because I want to be here.. with you.”
Jonathan told him that you were sad but Eddie only really noticed it now. You kept your gaze on your mug, blinking quickly as though you tried to keep your tears in. Eddie’s heart sank, the moment reminded him too much of the one where he jumped away from you when you almost kissed a long time ago. Your glassy eyes and the heartbroken look on your face, haunted him to this day.
“But why?” you asked quietly.
Because you are the only person I ever want to be with, Eddie thinks to himself.
“B-Because no one should start off a new year lonely and sad.”
And because I love you.
You turn to look at him and for the first time, you feel like there’s more behind his eyes than just dislike for you.
His beautiful dark eyes sparked with something you couldn’t read and as they looked with yours, you knew you would be okay, eventually.
He inched closer to you, a moment that was so similar to the one you shared two years ago, only this time, he didn’t jump away when he realized what he was about to do.
You swallowed nervously as you felt his hair tickling your cheek, his hand settled on your knee and he gave it a squeeze and then he kissed your cheek, lips lingering on your skin for a moment.
Your heart was racing and so was his, you felt content and happy in this moment right here. He leaned back a little but stayed close enough to feel your breath on his lips and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you.
“Maybe ‘86 will be our year,” he whispered softly.
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