Id Kill An Undisclosed Number Of Men For A Chance To Cuddle With Steve Harrington In His Christmas Sweater

i’d kill an undisclosed number of men for a chance to cuddle with steve harrington in his christmas sweater

New Year, New Beginnings

Summary: Eddie has been hiding from you all night and you try to find out why. Or, alternatively, the one where you and Eddie ring in 1987 in the best way.

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings and content: pure fluff, not proofread closely. Just a quick new years blurb for y'all :)

Word count: 1.2k

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. It was a far cry from the ragers of his King Steve days, for sure, but Robin and Steve’s new apartment was full of friends and that was much more your speed anyways. Your extended friend group, even Hellfire and the kids, was scattered throughout.

From your spot in the living room, you had a good view of everyone. Ever the gracious host, Steve was in the kitchen helping dole out drinks and snacks while he chatted with Robin, who was leaning against the countertop and laughing between handfuls of popcorn. He handed a fresh cup of soda to Dustin which was received with a grin and the younger boy took his drink over to rejoin his conversation with Will, Lucas, and Mike. Max and Eleven stood in the circle with them, but the girls giggled amongst themselves about something. Nancy cuddled into Jonathan’s side on the couch, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and engaged in debate with Argyle, who seemed much too high to be making much sense. Gareth and Jeff joined them on the opposite loveseat, slotting into place like they’d been friends with you all for years. The joy that permeated through the flat warmed your belly along with the rum and Coke you sipped.

As you came up one person short, you couldn’t help but to frown. Eddie’s absence from the fun stuck out like a sore thumb. The night was wearing thin, and you hadn’t seen Eddie in almost an hour now. Instead of his rightful place in the middle of it all, you finally found him hiding away. Eddie stood slumped against the wall in the hallway. 

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you approached. 

“You’re sulking,” you observed.

Eddie’s forced smile was anything but convincing. He struggled to meet your eye.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie grunted, “It’s stupid.”

You shrugged. Gesturing to the cheap plastic headband which Steve insisted you put on as you helped him set up earlier that evening, you assured, “Can’t be any more stupid than this.”

That cracked a smile from him. Eddie’s eyes flickered from yours to the big Happy New Year! headband you wore.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s bothering you, or should I just assume you’re sad that you aren’t getting to see Smokey Robinson perform on Rockin’ Eve tonight?”

“Could be worse,” Eddie laughed, head shaking slightly. “Last year, they had the Judds.”

You hummed and drowned a giggle in another sip of your drink. Eyes narrowing, you sized Eddie up over the plastic rim. He shifted his weight, shuffling his sneakers against the ground, and tapped aggressively against the Solo cup in his hand. Nervous energy exuded from his pores—more than usual. You struggled to figure out why.

After a few more thick moments of silence, Eddie sucks a deep breath in. His eyes caught yours as he fiddled with the skull ring on his finger.

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA all night,” he said. “I’m just super nervous.”

“Nervous?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, see, there’s this really cool girl, who I really like, and I’ve been working up the nerve to ask her to kiss me at midnight.”

The world stilled. In your best attempt at remaining casual, you asked, “Oh? Lucky girl.”

He nodded. His lips curved into a small, playful smile and he reached behind himself to set down his nearly-empty cup. Your stomach flipped as he took a step towards you.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “You might know her, actually. She’s, uh, about yay high–“

You could feel his warmth as he lifted his palm in line with the top of your head. It complimented the bite of butterflies at your stomach lining quite well. That warmth only spread as his grin widened and dimples popped:

“Kinda hard to miss. Prettiest girl in the room.”

“Better hurry,” you quip, checking your watch. “There’s only about five minutes left in ‘86.”

Eddie dropped his cheek to his shoulder. “Guess there’s no time to waste then…”

With a deep breath, he locked onto your gaze. “So, what do ya say? Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The remaining four minutes of the year passed in a blur of anticipation. Somewhere along the way, you set aside your drink and Eddie mustered up the courage to pull you to him by the hips. 

The chanting of your friends from the other room served as your cue.

Two!

Eddie’s fingers spread to cradle your cheeks. He kept your gaze locked on him. Your tongue pushed out to wet your lips as you smiled up at him.

One! 

The chorus of happy new year!s barely reached your ears over the thwump of your own heart as Eddie crashed his lips to yours. His hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled up in your hair. You swore the fireworks going off outside were just in your head as he moved his lips languidly against your mouth.

From his spot near the kitchen, Dustin spotted you and Eddie. He smirked and tipped his cup of Coke in toast. Eddie’s giant crush on you, as Dustin had lovingly called it, was anything but subtle. The amount of patience he had for you at your first meeting of Hellfire had been unexpected from their usually very strict Dungeon Master, to say the least. As time went on, and you became an integral part of the club—as much more than just the sole female member, he might add— you and Eddie became attached at the hip, but his soft spot for you never waned. It was obvious to Eddie’s friends that he had it bad for you; shit, Gareth put it best when he teased that you could see the cartoon hearts blooming in Eddie’s blown pupils. 

The feeling of your friends’ eyes burned into your skull, but, for once, you didn’t have it in you to care. Eddie cradled your face like the most precious of treasures and it was damn near impossible to think past the burn of his touch.

Dustin nudged Mike, tipping his head towards the couple. “Ha! Told you.”

The taller boy grumbled. He grimaced at the sight of his friends’ public display of affection and reached a hand into his pocket for his wallet. Mike slapped the $5 bill into Dustin’s waiting hand.

“Well, damn,” he said. “I really thought he’d never do it.”

As Steve turned his head towards the boys, his eyebrow quirked. “What was the bet?”

“Mike thought Eddie would never have the balls to actually make a move, but I knew better.”

Robin stepped up behind Steve, chin resting against his shoulder as she peeked out to see what they were all looking at. The wolf whistle she let out was loud and abrupt enough for Steve to take the glass of champagne from her hand, muttering about cutting her off.

To your surprise, you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed. You pulled away from Eddie’s kiss, dazed. “Holy shit.”

“Hell of a way to end the year, huh?” He whispered, pulling you in for another embrace.

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I literally don’t know what part of this photo to focus on… the rings?? the tombstone?? guessing the graffiti?? the hair??

pronouncing mozzarella as mutz-a-dell

something that’s always bothered me is the theory that there was only one bedroom in the trailer and wayne had to give it up to eddie and how that’s sorta become cannon within the fandom

the reason it irks me is because in the scene when eddie walks down the hall you can clearly see a second room (adjacent to their second front door on the left side of the trailer) and a third room which looks like it could be a bathroom and to me i love the idea of wayne having his own room instead of sleeping in the living room

plus it makes sense plumbing wise that the pipes from the kitchen and where the bathroom are would be near eachother

i even drew up a very poorly scaled mockup of what i believe their trailer would be laid out as

++and as a bonus you can see here one of the agents in the back is pointing a scanning gun into one of the rooms and you’re able to see their other ‘side’ door in the pics below

anyways hopes that clears anything up :)

i need a minute brb

“Different? Yeah, well, my hair was buzzed. And I didn’t have these sweet ol’ tatties.”