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last minute shopping - eddie munson holiday blurb

I work retail and this popped in my head while refolding a graphic tee table and it's truly just a bunch of fluf and eddie being a cute boi

~ enjoy and happy holidays ~

word count: 1.2k

The holidays. A time focused around family, the reason for the season, cozy sweaters and hot cocoa. Twinkling lights couldn't be missed for miles as every house had some sort of big bulk convenience store decoration. No need for 'frosted windows in a can', oh no, Hawkins was seeing a very white Christmas with snow fall never ending and the chill of the wind cutting through every jacket and parka leaving no survivors behind. The joy was like an electric buzz in the air, only one thing could diminish the feeling.

The Starcourt Mall.

Eddie wasn't the best planner, never had been. Despite this year trying his best to be on top of the holidays he still had yet to get something for Uncle Wayne. With Christmas Day only two days away, it was a scramble for the perfect gift and it was absolute hell trying to get anywhere in the mall.

He could try The Gap? Nah, too pricey.

Maybe a gift certificate to Scoops Ahoy? But when would Wayne ever find the time to use it? He's always working.

Eddie sighed in frustration, running a hand through his mop of curls. He took a moment to look around the area, peeking over the heads of bustling mothers herding their kids to meet Santa, dads sitting on benches with shopping bags galore, teenagers running around the food court with their Orange Julius's sloshing all over the place. This was a nightmare. Slim pickings. Would Wayne be upset over a hand drawn card?

He was near giving up when he spotted Macy's on the far end. It was a department store, and while it seemed busy, it wasn't as congested as the inner workings of the mall. He squeezed his way through and slid through a sliver of space in between two groups of families; one included a mother scolding her husband for losing their credit card, the other group had a child crying over not getting the remote control car on the front table. Eddie pursed his lips, so glad he wasn't in that stage of life just yet.

There seemed to be never ending options for Eddie to look through, he wondered why he hadn't stopped in in the first place. It also made this decision much more difficult. He knew that he would definitely be walking out with something, no doubt, but genuinely the starting point slowly began to stump him and he felt his once eager energy depleting. A three pack of ties? When did Wayne dress up? A mug? Sure, lets add to the hundreds of them adorning the trailer wall. Maybe a fancy glass set? Even if the glasses were on sale, it was definitely out of Eddie's comfort range of spending.

"Well the sign says fifty percent off!"

A screech from an older woman pulled Eddie out of his daze and his attention turned to the scene on his right.

"Ma'am, I understand your frustration, however the sign details specifically to the gift sets. This sweater is on the table, but is signed for thirty percent off."

Eddie shifted his gaze from the woman, red in the face, almost matching her Christmas red sweater, to you. You stood behind a counter, not currently in use to ring up customers, but he noticed a stack of scarves next to you. He assumed you'd been cleaning up. You wore emerald green, very festive, and an elf hat to match. Despite your professional aura, the bell on the end of hat could almost send him into a fit of giggles every time your head even moved an inch.

"I'd be more than happy to show you-" you started, before being interrupted.

"You can show me to your manager! This is false advertising!" the women shouted, drawing a few more eyes into encounter.

"Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to keep from yelling in the store," you responded, face void of emotion. "If you would let me-"

"I'll yell if I want to! This is a free country!"

Eddie watched you take a deep breath, before picking a landline off the counter. You typed quietly while the woman continued her banter. You faked a smile to her before speaking again. "Hi, hey Ron, it's Y/n! Yeah, yeah, doing good, hey listen, would you mind sending security down to gifts? I have a disgruntled customer who refuses to listen. Awesome, thanks so much!"

The womens jaw dropped as you placed the phone back to the receiver, Eddie snickering quietly at this interaction.

"Who do you think you are!" the woman shouted, feigning a hand to her chest dramatically. "Do you know who I am?"

You smiled and shook your head, folding your hands on the counter. "No, ma'am, I don't! However I am the manager of this department and am asking you to remove yourself before security gets here."

The woman stared dumbfounded, slowly backing up from your bubble. Eddie stared in wonder at the interaction, and if he was honestly, completed turned on by your dominance.

"Merry Christmas!" you smiled, waving as the woman moved away from the scene.

Eddie noticed security at the end of the walkway and he shook his head, laughing slightly. Finding the nerve to walk up to you, he leaned softly against the counter and looked to the way in which the Grinch had left. "I think that was better than any of those movies playing in the theater right now."

You looked to him when he had approached, and smirked a bit at his words. "I try. Gotta keep some sort of sanity in this place."

"I get it, it's a madhouse in here," Eddie nodded, giving his best smile before extending his hand. "Eddie."

Your smirk simmered into a smile and you shook his hand back, nodding. "Y/n."

"Well, Y/n, I'm wondering if you might be of some use to me," he said, straightening back up.

"Oh?" you questioned, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, I mean, you are the manager of this department," Eddie said. "I'm in the works for the perfect gift."

"Ah," you nodded, stepping out from around the counter and glancing around your section. "Mom? Sibling? Girlfriend?"

Eddie stifled a laugh and he slowly followed beside you. "Uh, no mom. No siblings. And no girlfriend."

Your face erupted in pink and you stumbled over your words. "Oh, um, I'm sorry, I just assumed-"

"Hey, hey," Eddie grinned. "All good here. I'm shopping for my uncle, wanna try to find him something nice. Not much of a budget but I figured I'd find something on sale."

You felt your panic subside and sat a cool hand against your cheek, the heat subsiding. "Well, I'm sure we can find something perfect for him! Maybe something for you? Doesn't hurt to treat yourself sometimes."

Eddie pursed his lips a little bit and dug his hands in his pockets, following slightly behind you. He watched the way the bell of your hat jingled with every step you took. You arms slightly swayed when you walked, and you barely made a sound when taking a step. He began to notice the little things, and started to quietly thank the stars he'd came into the mall after all.

"I think I already have."

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red velvet cake p2 - bf!eddie munson x fem!reader x brother!steve harrington

Summary: You’re discovering limits, and it’s refreshing. However Eddie and Steve try to figure out what will result in your forgiveness

Warnings: swearing, smoking, tense situations, angst, brother/sister issues, couple issues, let me know if I leave anything out!

Word count: 3.6k

a/n: ITS HERE! It’s finally here! Thank you all so much for the love on the first piece, it honestly made my heart grow three times its size! I hope y’all enjoy this and please, if theres anything y’all would like to see, maybe more olderbrother!steve vs bf!eddie???? MAYBE? Please let me know!

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Week one was the hardest week.

Hell, the first two days were the hardest if anything. But week one almost broke you, almost made you cave in. On the account of having to see Steve every day at home and Eddie every day at school (not to mention everyone else who also witnessed what happened also attending the same school) there was a constant feeling of eyes on you and it felt like drowning. It was like being out in the middle of Lovers Lake, no boat, no floatation devices, the cold water you were used to every summer stinging instead of relieving the aches in your body. The water filling your mouth, your lungs, and you stretched your arms as far up as possible as your hands grasped around the liquid. You were suffocating.

The times you almost gave in to temptation were hard, and left not only you feeling down and out but leaving the boys confused and unsure. You typically weren’t one to hold grudges, not one to let things continue to build and build, you always wanted things to be resolved in a timely manner. You knew that that’s what Steve and Eddie would be anticipating. They were waiting for your return to them and for everything to blow over oh so easy. That wasn’t the case this time, it couldn’t be. One night of promised compromise was destroyed as was the cake you had prepped so eagerly. Not even the red velvet cake could solve all your issues.

Steve almost had you one night when he had knocked on your bedroom door and didn’t wait for an answer.

“Hey, kiddo,” he had said.

You couldn’t help but look at him and this is where he thought he had you.

“I wanted to really apologize for the other night at the party,” he said, you keeping your eyes locked despite how badly you wanted to look away. “I shouldn’t have done the things I did.”

You blinked a few times in response, your mind raveling around the apology (and honestly a kinda shit one at that). He didn’t say anything else and just watched you. He gestured with his hands, a kind of ‘well?’, and raised an eyebrow. You took a deep breath before leaning over to your bedside table and grabbing your Walkman off it. When you began to slide the headphones on Steve did a double take. No reaction? No comment, from you?

“Y/n, come on.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, making a confused face and taping your headphones. Steve crossed his arms and practically stomped his foot in frustration. “You don’t even have a tape in it!”

Leaning back against your headboard, you tapped your foot despite being able to hear everything Steve continued to say. His endless rant, many a throwing dramatically of the arms. Yet you held your own and stared up at the ceiling in your own little world. Ignoring your brother came second nature so even though you were faced with the situation at hand, it wasn’t so hard to look past him. Eddie was a whole other store, however.

You’d beat him by grabbing out your bike and leaving earlier than planned for school. Eddie was typically your ride and when he had shown up to you not at home to Steve telling him you had already left, he floored it. In the same time you had locked your bike up on the racks, Eddie was peeling into the parking lot, the van looking as if it could tumble over at any second. You quickly gathered your things and made a beeline for your locker as Eddie stumbled out of the van and shouted after you, which caused Dustin and Mike who were following behind to watch in interest.

“Ten bucks says she talks to him,” Mike said.

“Fifteen says she doesn’t,” Dustin replied.

The boys shook on it and followed in behind Eddie who had squeezed his way through any and every one to catch up to you. Your locker door hid your face from view but that didn’t stop him from pulling it back further and grinning his cheese of a smile at you. “Hey, sweetheart.”

In the same fashion as your brother, you looked to him and blinked a few times as your only response. You never left eye contact as your muscle memory pulled out which notebooks and textbooks required for the first half of the day. Dustin and Mike watched from a slight distance behind Eddie with eyes locked directly on your face.

“Listen,” Eddie started, leaning against the cold metal. “I wanted to make up for the party, take you out tonight. We can go to Benny’s, get your favorite, then I figured we could rent a movie and go back to mine. Plus Wayne said you could stay the night if you want, since he’ll be working.”

The look you responded with almost sent him back. Essentially the pure look of disbelief at what you assumed was supposed to be an apology but he left out the biggest piece: the fucking apology. With another deep breath at his actions, you slammed your locker shut and brushed past him as the bell signaled first period. Eddie stared after you, face confused and Mike groaned. Dustin smiled brightly and nudged Mike on his shoulder.

“You owe me fifteen bucks!”

● ● ● ●

Week two came a little easier but still with its challenges.

Steve continued to barge his way into your room and talk about any and everything to grab your attention. How insane the weekend rush had been at Family Video, how he had attempted to let Robin drive his car – which he might add they did not crash into anything or take out a pedestrian or cyclist – and it was the most terrifying moment in his early adult life, how your parents were going another weekend trip. At the end of it, it truly wasn’t anything new or anything exciting to expect. This was his attempt at getting back inside your head and his attempt to break your silence.

You’d never gone this long without talking even though most of your conversations were arguing and bickering. Not having you tell him to shut up or acknowledging his existence was beginning to become something he wouldn’t be able to look past. Nancy and Robin had started to notice as well.

When they had invited you for movie night and you showed up, Steve was there sitting on the couch with a Coke in hand and as if nothing had happened. He smiled at you and waved shortly which prompted you to look at the others in disbelief and turn around, stomping out and slamming the door behind you. Nancy rushed out behind you. “Wait! Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here!” you snapped.

Nancy rushed down the walkway and grabbed your arm. “This could be good, this could be fun!”

You whirled around sending Nancy back a step and glared. “Fun? Fun?! Nancy, the bastard smiled at me! Smiled! After everything that happened with him and Eddie and I’m just supposed to turn a blind eye?”

She remained quiet, eyes sad and she crossed her arms softly. You sighed.

“This isn’t against you, Nance… but I just can’t deal with either of them right now. I wanted it to work out, they didn’t. I deserve my space.”

Nancy nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving your face. “If you need anything just call me, okay? You’re not in this alone just because those two decided to be idiots.”

A twitch of smile crept on your lips and you nodded before walking down the rest of the way and making your retreat home. When Nancy had returned inside without you, she pulled the “she wasn’t feeling well” card and everyone knew the real reason. Steve leaned his head in his hand and sunk as far as he could into the couch. Oh, how he could hope that Eddie was getting the same cold shoulder he was.

With that thought Eddie sat outside of the Harrington house, his own head resting in his hand. No one had answered the door when he knocked (pounded) on the door and even calling before he left the trailer didn’t end in victory either. He, too, like his comrade in this fiasco, could only hope Steve was getting the cold shoulder. Eddie had actually stepped back and given you some time to breathe, four days was definitely enough, right?

Never ending were the notes in your locker, the flowers left at your windowsill, he even made the attempt to talk to your father which promptly ended with a door in his face and your father making yet another rant about “better boys” you could date. The thought of your father giving you dating advice almost caused the bile from the other day to return. Eddie even climbed up on the lunch table a week and half after you had stopped talking to him and yelled an apology in front of the entire student body. Your heart clenched and hot tears brimmed your waterlines. All eyes on you and the sudden twist in your stomach sent you swiftly making an exit and leaving Eddie with shoulders slumped in the middle of the lunchroom. He was hoping that maybe it had just been too much, you weren’t typically one for huge public displays of affection. When he ran through the doors and out into the hallway, expecting to see you waiting for him, you had already gone and made a beeline out the end of corridor exit.

Currently feeling equal to the idiot he felt like in the cafeteria, he stood up, rustling his pocket for his keys when he heard the familiar clank of metal off by the garage. He glanced in the direction to spot you standing there, wiping your hands on your jeans. Your eyes looked up as you began to head for the front door when you caught Eddie staring back at you. Brown, doe eyes that would pierce your soul every time you looked, your own getting lost in them for days, searched your face and you mustered up everything in you.

Holding your breath, you rushed up the stairs with your house keys in hand as you tried to get the door unlocked quickly all the while Eddie was stumbling over his words.

“Honey, listen I just – I want to talk. I know you’re upset an-and I know you’re not happy with me right now, not with Steve either, but th-that’s not the point. The point is-“

“The point is, Eddie,” you breathed, looking to him. “Neither of you realize how bad that was. It was awful, not just for me, but everyone.”

Eddie’s breath caught. At least you were talking to him.

“I can’t tell you how to fix it because, if I’m honest,” you frowned. “I don’t know if I want it fixed.”

That was a punch in the gut. His lip trembled ever so much and he shook his head. “You don’t mean that.”

A click was heard from your lock and you pushed the door open, without so much of a glance back you muttered out. “I do.”

The door closed behind you and Eddie grabbed up his hair in frustration. Only one tactic left in the book.

● ● ● ●

“I think it’s a great idea,” Robin shrugged. “If you two could actually get along for two seconds.”

She yanked the VHS tapes from between the two bickering fools, not willing to have any fumbles with the store product come out of her paycheck.

“See? Buckley supports it,” Eddie said, waving his hand towards her.

“I’m not involved in this.”

“Robin doesn’t even know what she’s talking about half of the time,” Steve quipped, causing her to turn back around quickly and purse her lips. “Okay, I’m involved in this.”

“Well we have to do something,” Eddie said. “You may get to never lose her cause she’s your sister, but if we don’t fix this, I don’t have ANY chance of winning her back.”

Robin nodded. “And she’ll hate your guts forever.”

Steve turned his gaze to her, a slanted stare to his face. “Seriously?”

Slapping her hands against the counter Robin looked Steve directly in his face. “Seriously. You both want to fix how she feels, right?”

“Right,” both boys responded.

“And you want to smooth things over so this doesn’t happen again, right?”

They gave each other a glance, looking each other up and down, before back to Robin.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I guess.”

“Perfect! Then what can you do as a team to fix it?”

Radio silence. Eddie and Steve looked between each other, waiting for the other to come up with something. Robin stared at them both before raising her arms in the air and groaning loudly. “Must I come up with everything! Ugh, no wonder she doesn’t wanna talk to either of you!”

They both frowned at her before she continued. “Look, dweebs, I know theres at least a brain cell per each of you. Put them both together and think! What did you mess up exactly at the party?”

A collective groan sounded from each boy. The last thing either of them wanted to do was remember the party, how one thing led to another, and you crying and storming out of the Wheeler house. The food Nancy had prepared was everywhere. Soda had soaked into some of the living room carpet and caused the kitchen tile to become sticky with every step you took; you were washing Coke out of places you didn’t know Coke could go. Mrs. Wheeler and Mr. Wheeler almost lost it when they had returned home to find everyone cleaning up the mess, to which elected them to declare no hangout sessions for a month at their home.

Steve could remember washing heaps of icing out of his hair, Eddie had pulled cake crumbs from his boxer briefs and –

“That’s it!” they both shouted. With a quick glance to one another, the two boys rushed out the door.

Robin watched them nearly topple over each other and she sighed. “You’re welcome!”

● ● ● ●

“Behave for your brother, please. And do find something to entertain yourself. You’ve been… well, sad for the last few weeks. It really dampens the mood.”

You pressed your lips into a thin smile and breathed heavily through your nostrils. “Sure, mom. Thanks.”

“Oh, and Steve was cooking I think in the kitchen,” your dad spoke up. “Just make sure he doesn’t burn the place down.”

That was a new one for Steve, but happily another place to avoid him.

Your mother grabbed up your purse and your dad shuffled two bags out the front door and you watched them climb into the sedan, waving partially as they pulled out of the drive. Watching them go, your smile faltered and you slammed the door shut behind you. Another weekend stuck at home with your persistent and obnoxious brother, another weekend locked away in your room.

Finding solitude in being alone was beginning to become comfortable and you found enjoyment in reconnecting with the little things while still pushing out the thought of the two morons who ruined everything. You’d already got a head start on the summer reading list for ISU, not entirely necessary, but found your time well taken up with finishing each book. Rearranging your room brought a new look to your mundane every day and just like everything else, pushed every single thought into the back of your mind. Things were normal, peaceful, things were quiet and –

“Y/n!”

You yelped at the loud rap against the bedroom door and felt every nerve ending light up like a Christmas tree. Your face burned red and you groaned. “Go away, Steve!”

The knocking against the door continued, no pauses, no hesitation. A persistent strain of knocking that was soon giving you a headache. Pulling your hair up, ready to knock your brother into a different dimension, you yelled as you approached the shaking white frame.

“Steven Harrington, if you don’t stop bashing your fists onto my door I swear to God I’ll-“

You stopped as soon as you had full view with the door open, not only Steve staring back at you but Eddie just an inch behind him. Your chest tightened, panic setting in, before you cleared your throat and crossed your arms, a sign of defiance. “What are you doing here? And with my brother? Don’t you hate each other?”

Eddie scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looking between you and Steve. “Hate is a strong word. Maybe, I dunno, strongly dislike on occasion.”

“Exactly,” Steve agreed, his arms crossed back in a mockingish way. “Strongly dislike.”

Your eyebrows bunched together and you grimaced slightly. “This is weird. What did you do?”

The older boys glanced between each other and Eddie held his hand out. “We can show you.”

Hesitating. They could see it all over your face, your body language. You were nervous and unwilling to trust them. That wouldn’t stop Eddie. He nudged Steve and your brother nodded, before offering his own hand. “Please, sis.”

Sis. Never in your eighteen years had Steve once called you anything but your name, or some word of insult during one of your regularly scheduled fights. Despite how much you wanted to pull away, to ignore them still and continue on with no focus on either of them, you offered each one a hand. The grins on their faces made your stomach flutter not only in nerves but in relief. What could they have possibly done, together at that, to make up to you what they had done? There’s no way they shared enough braincells to figure out something on their own.

Steve led you down the steps carefully, Eddie trailing behind you. He had one hand in yours and the other was ghosting against your lower back as a guide. He didn’t want to push you too far, but it was a sign he was ready, once more, to catch you if you fall.

“Alright, big guy, you know what to do.”

You raised an eyebrow at Steve before Eddie slipped his hands over your eyes and you squeezed your brothers hand hard in yours. “What are you doing?”

“Just trust us,” Eddie murmured next to your ear, causing chills to race down your spine.

“We gotcha,” Steve added and grabbed your other free hand now, leading you along.

You could tell by the sound of your footsteps that you had changed from the plush of the living carpet to the cool sensation of tiled kitchen floors. There were a mix of smells, ranging from sweet to burnt, and when you stepped in a puddle on the floor you gripped Steve’s hands hard. You heard him let out a soft ‘ow’. “Sorry, I’m just stepping in things I can’t see and it’s kinda freaking me out.”

“It’s fine, it’s all good,” Steve said. “Are you ready?”

“Ready?” you said, but it came out more in a questioning tone.

“3, 2, 1,” Eddie counted down and you blinked softly at the light now drowning your line of sight. You glanced around the kitchen, noticing the sink full of dishes, splatters of what you assumed was milk and water strewn on the counters, and a carton of eggs sitting half open with the cracked few that were used lying next to it. Your eyes trailed the mess, another snippy comment ready to present, when your eyes landed on it. In front of you was a three layer red velvet cake, with cream cheese icing.

Sprawled in hasty letters across the top wrote out “We’re Sorry”. You couldn’t remove your gaze from the dessert in front of you and your cheeks began to burn. The icing wasn’t as thick as yours, dripping down the sides and onto the plate and seeping onto the counter. The layers were off centered and a chunk from the back of the cake was already gone with no doubt one of the two attempted a slice for good measure.

“We know it’s not as good as yours,” Steve started.

“Definitely not as good,” Eddie added.

“But,” Steve sighed. “We really fucked up. You’re probably still upset but we couldn’t think of what else to do, if I’m honest.”

You dragged a finger along the icing of the cake, both boys watching intently.

“Nancy gave us some instructions and we tried to make it as perfect as yours,” Eddie said.

“Which again, doesn’t even come close,” Steve responded.

“But we love you, Y/n,” Eddie chimed, coming around slightly to get a look at your expression. “We love you, we’re idiots, and we’re so, so sorry, sweetheart.”

Steve nodded, coming around at your other side. “Could you find it to forgive us? And we’re going to work on our relationship.”

“We are?”

A loud thump to Eddie’s head and he winced. “Yeah, yeah, we are. Promise, angel.”

Bringing the swipe of icing to your mouth, you sucked the contents off slowly. Steve waited patiently, Eddie couldn’t stop watching the way your mouth worked. Once you had finished trying the icing, you took a deep breath and a smile lit up your face. “Definitely not as good as mine. Want me to make you both one?”

They stared wide eye, their own smiles creeping up and you turned to face them, your arms now crossed in a sense of comfort as you could finally breathe again.

“Apology accepted.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #brother!steve harrington #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #stranger things fluff #eddie munson angst #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #sister!reader #harrington!reader #redvelvet #redvelvetp2 #ITSFINALLYHERE

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mjoffic · 1 year

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UPDATE ON RED VELVET:

I’ve been so caught up with starting my new job, I’m hoping to have part2 up by the weekend!

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Hello, my lovelies! I hope everyone has had a great start to their weeks! If not, I’m sending positive energy and I hope for the best 💜

With my most recent post, I appreciate all the feedback, comments, reblogs, and likes! I’m excited to continue to bring more out for y’all! Now for the info you’ve come here for; I’m planning for Red Velvet Cake p2 to be out no later than May 7th! Im currently in the process of planning, and I’m also about to start a new job so I’m a busy bee BUT I’m excited to get this together for y’all

In the meantime feel free to continue to reblog, follow, and I’d love to write some blurbs if anyone has requests! I know this is a new start but I do appreciate every one of you ✨💜

#stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #red velvet cake #part 2 coming soon #ehehehehehehe #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x !reader

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red velvet cake p2?

FIRSTLY WOW THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I just woke up and just to see everyone interacting, I so much appreciate it and I’m glad y’all enjoyed it! 🥹 so thank you so so so much 🥹🥹

As for a part 2, I wasn’t 100% certain BUT- I’ll see what I can do 💜

#eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #red velvet cake

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red velvet cake - bf!eddie munson x fem!reader x brother!steve harrington

Summary: Your relationship continues to blossom with Eddie, however your older brother Steve isn’t the biggest fan and lines are tested

Warnings: swearing, smoking, tense situations, angst, fight fight fight, let me know if I miss anything!

Word count: 5.3k

a/n: Hey, all! Welcome to my first official post! If you enjoy, please like, reblog, etc! This was just a lil blurb, but I have other things in the works, so I’m hoping this goes well and I can continue to share with you all!

“I need you and your big hair to calm down.”

Your brother looked to you quickly from the bathroom mirror, his face scrunched up at your comment. “My hair is not big.”

“You say that and yet you’ve gone through your second can of hair spray this month,” you retorted, grabbing the can quickly in your hand.

Steve snatched for it but you held it behind you, ceasing any attempt of him grabbing it. He sighed with a comb still lodged in his brown tuffs and leaned back against the counter. Another disagreement between the two of you. Nothing was new seeing as that was the typical way a brother and sister relationship stemmed. From the time you were born, only a short year after Steve, you were at each other’s throats constantly and could never come to an agreement on anything. Steve would steal your favorite toy that day from the toybox, so you’d steal the TV remote and sit on it to his disdain when your parents allowed you both to pick the nightly movie after dinner. You’d spread gossip in the middle school of your older brothers crush on Tammy Thompson (before the singing career), and somehow most girls still believed in cooties, so he’d steal your clothes from your locker before gym class was over. Today’s topic of conversation once again revisited your current dating life and now you were stealing his most prized possession. This was the never ending, vicious, and annoying cycle only those who had a sibling could understand at the end of the day.

“I really don’t see what the big deal is,” you said, crossing your arms. “Eddie and I have been seeing each other for almost a year now and you still refuse to hang out with him.”

“Yeah, it’s Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. He runs that club Dustin and Mike are in, huge nerd, and he’s in a band that plays at the Hideout” he grumbled. “Also, he’s way older than you.”

“He’s twenty, Steve. It’s not like I’m a kid anymore,” you replied. “Also, he’s a senior. I’m a senior. And Hellfire is actually really cool if you’d take up the invites I’ve extended.”

Steve shook his head, wagging his finger. “No, no, you’re a senior. This is his third time being a senior.”

“And he’s gonna graduate! He finally has a C in Mrs. O’Donnell’s!”

“It’s still weird. And just because you date him doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

A groan escaped you and your arms dropped from their defensive position. “But the least you could do is be civil with him. I can’t bring him over because you make everything so uncomfortable, and now with Nancy’s party coming I’d just like the two of you to get along for once!”

Steve looked to you after your minor outburst and his eyes traveled your face. He couldn’t help but be a little annoyed by you but he hated that in a sense, you were right. He’d only based his opinions on Eddie off of what he knew from when he went to Hawkins High and what he heard around town. You’d always dealt with his on and off again flings that never worked out and continued to accept each one as they came through the door so why couldn’t he do the same for you? It might be the older sibling in him screaming at him to watch out for his baby sister but you were getting older and dating was just naturally right behind. The thought ran a chill down Steve’s spine.

“Fine,” he sighed, standing straight. “I’ll… I’ll try. Just this once. But I’m not going to the board game nights, though.”

You squealed and the jump that came with it shocked your brother. You could get past his comments this once. “Thank you, thank you! Oh, Steve, I could hug you!” You made a face realizing what just came out of your mouth and you shook your head. “But I won’t. Gross. Here’s your even grosser hairspray, I have to go call Eddie!”

You shoved the can back in his hand and spun on your heels, now ready to face your boyfriend and his dislike for Steve. Steve, however, felt a small smile creep up on his face at your antics. His head snapped up at ‘hairspray’ and he groaned.

“It’s not just hair spray!” he yelled after you, before looking to himself in the mirror. “It’s Farrah Fawcett spray.”

● ● ● ●

Eddie had come to pick you up for your nightly drive together as soon as you had called, and you couldn’t help the excitement that buzzed in you. He took note of this and turned down the head pounding sounds of Motley to focus in as soon as you had climbed in the passenger seat. “What’s got you riled up, sweetheart? Missed me that much?”

You smirked, looking to the doe eyed boy. “You’re so full of it, Eds.”

He tossed his hand to his heart, making those big eyes of his twinkle in the light of the dashboard. “Only full of my love for you.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bustled out and Eddie soon joined in, his hand now grabbing yours in his. He squeezed gently and you squeezed back, the cold of his rings sending goosebumps up your arm. “Now come on, spill. You sounded way too excited on the phone.”

You nodded. “While yes, I definitely missed you, I talked to Steve today about Nancy’s party.”

His hand lost a little grip to yours and you looked to him quickly, the smile on his face slowly disappearing and you frowned in response. “Eddie, it was a good conversation. He didn’t even say much in the negative category.”

“Much?” Eddie scoffed. “So I’m guessing we’re gonna talk about it.”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I would just really like you both to get along,” you shrugged.

Eddie made a face.

“For one night.”

An eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “For me.”

That was it. Right there. Eddie was caught. How could he say no to you? Your relationship had been nothing but perfect, and there was a happy balance of entertaining each others interests. You’d attend Hellfire meetings with him and watch Corroded Coffin practice, he’d come to your piano recitals and help you finish your notes for book club. You’d share musical interests with each other and watch every movie under the sun, and you’d both agree Sixteen Candles would never been an option. His Uncle Wayne had taken an immense liking to you as soon as you and Eddie became friends, he’d even tag along to your piano recitals sometimes when work didn’t have him in a chokehold.

“I know you two have never really liked each other, but you’re my boyfriend, he’s my brother. At the end of the day I don’t want to have to pick between the two of you, and Steve has agreed to set aside all of it for the party. I just want you to be in the same boat.”

“Is it just one night?” Eddie questioned, his eyes searching yours.

“If I can get one night of civil between you two, I can die happy,” you smiled softly. “And besides, it’ll be fun. Everyone will be there, the kids, Nancy, Robin, Jonathon, and I’m making your favorite.”

“Stop,” he gasped, the twinkle coming back and he grinned. “Please tell me it’s your red velvet cake.”

“With the homemade icing,” you nodded, watching him throw the theatrics back on and he fanned himself. “Mrs. Wheeler has been asking for the recipe since I made it at Holly’s birthday last year, figured the party would be a good time to make it.”

“It’s always a good time for anything you cook,” Eddie praised, making you shift in your seat. “Now I’m really looking forward to this party.”

“Well,” you sighed, adjusting yourself in your seat and turning your full body towards him. “I know something that might help the wait.”

He noticed the change in your tone and his eyes didn’t lose the glimmer, just a different glimmer now displayed and he double checked the gear and threw it in park, having turned into the high school parking lot. “Oh? Did you make something else for me?”

“I brought only the best for you,” you smiled, leaning up and across the console separating you.

Eddie bit his lower lip and his hand grabbed lightly at your face. “Show me, princess.”

Immediately obliging, you pressed your lips to his and he quickly pulled you over the console, resting in his lap. He seemed to take all of this better than Steve. Maybe the party would work out in your favor, hell, maybe they could even be friends by the end of it? Maybe? Right?

● ● ● ●

“I think it’s nice you’re setting aside your differences for your sister,” Nancy said, pouring a bag of chips into a large serving bowl. Robin and Steve were helping her with last minute food prep as they awaited everyone to arrive. Pizza was already there, sodas were in the cooler, Robin even brought movies from Family Video and Steve dug out the old board games your parents had stored away.

“It’s just for tonight,” Steve retorted, grabbing a Coke and quickly opening it. He could feel his usual nerves heightened with the agreement between you and him. He’d never admit it, but having his little sister genuinely involved with someone was a huge thing for him (but also it being Eddie didn’t exactly please him either). “I told her I’d try for tonight.”

“Why don’t you, I dunno, try everyday?” Robin said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re missing out on future brother in law bonding time.”

Steve winced, groaning out and waved his hands. “No, no, no, don’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“Ah, but you don’t know either,” the short haired fiend quipped and shrugged. “Also it wouldn’t kill you to maybe get to know Eddie and form your own opinion. He’s sat with us at lunch a few times, he’s not so bad.”

Steve looked to Nancy, his face stressed. “Can you believe this?”

Nancy pursed her lips, finishing up last touches. “I don’t think it’s honestly a big deal.”

“What? You agree?” Steve said. “You’ve seen Munson and-“

“And,” Nancy interrupted. “-nothing. I don’t have an opinion on Eddie because I don’t know him that well.”

Robin gestured in support, throwing her arms out in front of her. “See?”

“Well he doesn’t make the effort either,” Steve defended. “So why should I?”

“One of you has to, or you both have the chance of losing y/n,” Nancy responded, raising her eyebrow at him. “It takes effort from both of you.”

“But-“

The sound of shouting and laughing came from the front room and Nancy looked at him once more. “Behave.”

Steve sighed as the kids piled in the kitchen, scurrying over each other and grabbing what their hands could before Nancy shooed them. “We have more people coming, guys, come on!”

Jonathon followed in, shouting after Will and Dustin as they brushed past him into the living room. He smiled kindly to Steve and soon took to the tension that radiated from the older boy. “You alright?”

Steve nodded, taking a quick drink of his Coke. “Yeah, just being scolded by women. Again.”

Jonathon laughed briefly before Steve spoke up once more. “Is my sister here yet?”

“Uh, I think her and Eddie weren’t too far down the road,” he replied. “I passed them on the way here.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Great, wonderful, terrific.”

Steve continued on a tangent of positive words and Jonathon glanced between the two girls, pointing to Steve with an eyebrow raised. Nancy rolled her eyes and shook her head. Robin shrugged, sipping exceptionally loud on her drink. Jonathon made a face at both of them and could only anticipate what to expect going into tonights events.

The same thought had been crossing Eddie’s mind all day. He knew that despite how he felt, he needed to try his best for you. That meant setting aside how he felt about your brother, how Steve made him feel all those years in school, every single time Steve laid the ‘freak’ bit on thick – Eddie was preparing himself to leave it all at the door as soon as you arrived to the party. He could only hope Steve was on the same page and tonight would move rather seamlessly. If all went according to plan, maybe they could continue hating each other again bright and early tomorrow morning.

“Whoa!” you yelped, almost bumping into Eddie who had stopped in front of you. The cake in your hands was fragile cargo and you swerved, saving it from meeting it’s demise with the pavement. “Jeez, Eds, if you want any of this cake I would appreciate if you kept both feet moving or a heads up would be greatly appreciated.”

He turned abruptly and made a face, scratching the back of his head. “Um, yeah, sorry, sweetheart. Just lost in thought."

You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. His nerves were on full display and you knew Steve was most likely in the same boat. You’d do whatever you could to ease both of the boys tensions, to prevent anything from escalating, and you hoped they both knew you were on their sides and not against them. It would be beneficial not just for you but the group, too, if there was common ground and structure and not the constant state of tension so thick, of awkward conversations, of debating if it should be both Steve and Eddie invited or one or the other. Not only was it hard for you, but your friends who were also in the same predicament you were with two of the group members holding it out for one another.

“It’s gonna be fine, Eds,” you said as you stepped up the small step to the door. “Deep breaths, like I taught you.”

He snorted, pushing the door open for you. “Aye, aye, captain.”

The eye roll that followed had Eddie pinching at your hips, causing you to yelp and laugh, trying to escape the attack. “Eddie, stop! I have a cake in-“

Your back met with a firm surface and you gasped, hands gripping the dish even tighter. You wobbled slightly, your feet finding an uneven surface and hands gripped your arms to keep you from tripping even further. The eyes of Steve looked back at yours when you glanced back and you sighed, standing straighter after regaining your footing. “I almost dropped the cake, Steve.”

“Maybe Eddie shouldn’t goof off as much, then,” he stated plainly, removing his hands and making eye contact with Eddie who had set his lips in a fine, tight line at the statement.

“Come on, Steve,” Nancy quipped, stepping in the room. “He was just being a little silly, that’s all. Y/n, Eddie, there’s food and drinks in the kitchen! Come on, I’ll help you get that cake in a safer spot.”

You smiled to Nancy, looking back at Eddie and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head and held up his pack of cigarettes, slipping past the three of you and towards the back doors. A frown soon replaced the former smile and you slipped pass Steve into the kitchen. Nancy gave him a stern look and hustled behind you. This would be a long night.

● ● ● ●

Eddie had rejoined the festivities shortly after his two cigarettes, his nerves only escalating at Steve and his comment. Right off the bat, he had thought, he just had to jump into an accusatory stance. He bit his tongue in your defense, but how long could he keep that up? Jonathon and him had gotten into conversation you had overheard, and watched quietly from a distance. Nancy and Robin chitchatted next to you, and the kids were already causing Steve’s inner mother to kick in. Lucas and Mike were tossing a ball back and forth in the living room, Dustin and Will had turned on their favorite radio station and were singing much off tune to Madonna (much to everyone’s surprised enjoyment, even Eddie who only ever consumed that of every heavy 80’s metal or hairband), and Max and El were currently in a contest of who could crush a soda can the fastest: Max against her forehead, or El with her actually head? Steve was in the current stages of trying to prevent possible brain damage, to both. Erica was continuously bugging you for a slice of cake, to which you turned her down everytime.

“Nerd,” she’d grumble.

“Don’t you agree?” Robin asked, bumping her hip into yours and you quickly looked to her, eyebrows raised. You waited and she glanced to Nancy, then back. “Have you really not been listening? Babes, this is the impending doom of the possibility of not getting new band uniforms.”

“Oh, no,” you breathed, the end of ‘no’ hitching slightly in question and you couldn’t help the giggle that followed when Robin groaned. Nancy joined in the laughter and Robin threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Fine! I’ll go complain to Steve!”

“That might be good, actually,” you suggested, watching Steve stumble by with Dustin on his back and attempting to smack his hands away. “Looks like he could use the help.”

“Dustin! Dustin, Steve is not a piñata!” Robin hollered, following after them as you and Nancy watched in amusement.

“So,” Nancy started in, refilling your cups and returning her gaze to the events taking place in the room next to you. “They haven’t fought.”

“Ssh!” you snapped quickly, looking to her. “Nance, you’ll jinx it! This is the most I’ve seen them not go at each other, even if they are just keeping to themselves. It’s a start and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“How long do you think it’ll keep up, though?” she asked honestly. When you frowned at her question she set a hand on your arm. “I want you happy, you’re my friend. Knowing those two bone heads, though, I just worry they’ll drop the façade when you aren’t looking.”

Your frown creased even further into your face. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Nance. It’s my brother and my boyfriend. I love them both, but I don’t wanna lose either of them.”

“I know,” Nancy sighed, before perking up. “What if-“

“Watch it!” Steve shouted, and all eyes directed into the living room.

Eddie dusted Dustin’s shoulders off, before looking to Steve. “You almost crashed the kid into the bookshelf, man, you should be the one watchin’ it.”

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Like earlier when you nearly pummeled my sister into the ground?”

“Goddammit, Nancy,” you mumbled before stepping up a ways. “Steve, it was-“

His eyes cast to you and he scoffed. “An accident? Like anytime y’all horse around?”

“Hey,” Eddie snapped, stepping up to your side. “I’ve never laid a hand on her like that.”

“Like what?” Steve retorted.

“You know exactly what you mean,” Eddie said.

Jonathon stepped up now, followed by Dustin. “Come on, guys, everyone just caught up in the moment. Everyone’s good.”

Steve shook his head. “I’ll be good when he’s gone.”

“Steve!” Nancy said, shaking her head.

“Like hell!” Eddie laughed. “I was invited!”

You sat a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, looking to him. “Eddie, calm down.”

“Fine! Then I’ll go!” Steve said, and he looked to you. “Come on, Y/N, we’re leaving.”

Everyone stared, Robin trying to talk quietly to Steve who was having none of it. Nancy looked to Jonathon with a worried expression and the kids clamored to the other side of the room, just watching. You stared at your brother in disbelief and shook your head. “Steve, we just all need a break, please! Let’s just all breathe a second!”

“We can breathe at home.”

Steve stepped up and grabbed your arm, causing Eddie to grab the other. You squeaked at the force of the two boys, looking to Nancy with wide eyes. They had never escalated to protectiveness with you involving each other in the same moment, it had never gotten this heated before and the worry crept in the pit of your stomach, causing bile to slowly rise in the back of your throat. You swallowed it down, the panic on your face evident and Nancy immediately jumped in.

“Boys!” Nancy yelled, grabbing onto Steve and Jonathon grabbing Eddie.

“Come on, guys, this is stupid,” Jonathon added and patted Eddie on his back.

“She doesn’t wanna go,” Eddie snarled, staring Steve right in the face.

“I’m her brother, older might I add, so what I say goes,” Steve responded, Nancy tugging on his belt loop.

“Guys, please stop!” you cried, wiggling in their grips. “You said you’d try! Just break it up!”

Dustin and Max came up, prying the older boys grips and Robin stepped up to pull you aside, her arm slipping around your shoulders. Eddie shook his head, chuckling to himself and turned away from Steve which caused Jonathon to loosen his grip. Nancy kept a petite finger interloped in Steve’s belt loop for safe keeping.

“Steve, why don’t we go outside for a minute?” Nancy mumbled, tugging lightly.

Steve broke his gaze on Eddie, wiping a hand down his face. He nodded slowly and turned towards her. “Yeah… yeah anything to get away from that freak.”

The words slipped out without a second thought. Steve froze, as did everyone else, and eyes landed on Eddie. The panic that set in was worse than the first time and you pulled away from Robin, going to Eddie immediately. As soon as the words were out, Eddie’s shoulders tightened and his back went straight. Jonathon could see his face and he watched every emotion cross over it – shock, realization, anger, guilt, sadness, absolute rage. Eddie couldn’t register who was near him and his hearing went into a high frequency pitch. His eyes darkened and the only thing you felt was the shove, a rush of air, and your back hitting the counter of the island. “Eddie, no!”

Eddie swung first. His fist connected quickly with Steve’s jaw and the elder boy stared stone cold at him as Steve stumbled to the ground.

“Shit,” Dustin muttered and everyone was quick in action.

Steve jumped up from the ground, Will and Mike trying to hold him back while Jonathon and Dustin grabbed for Eddie. Lucas moved Max and Erica out of the way and Robin and Nancy stepped up to your side.

“Let me go!” Steve yelled. “Let me go!”

“Knock it off!” Mike snapped, stumbling at the tug Steve attempted away from the younger boys.

“Come on!” Eddie cackled. “Let pretty boy get a nice swing in!”

“Don’t push it!” Jonathon snapped.

“I’m slipping!” Dustin yelled, his palms clammy and his upper arm strength nonexistent in the pull Eddie had.

“Eddie, Steve, stop!” you shouted. “Stop right now!”

“I’ll never understand what my sister sees in you!” Steve shouted, glaring. “She could do so much better!”

Eddie scoffed and licked his lips. “Like I haven’t heard that before! At least I can land a gal, you strike out on every chance you get! So much for being the Hawkins King!”

“Shut up!” you again yelled.

“Maybe you should listen to your girlfriend! She’s clearly got the brains in this relationship!” Steve smirked. “Third times a charm right?”

“It’s no wonder she hates being at home!” Eddie started, and you froze. “I wouldn’t want to be around someone as idiotic, full of themselves, and a kiss ass like you!”

“Bullshit she doesn’t want to be at home! It’s better than that trailer trash park you’re in! I’m surprised she hasn’t brought home bed bugs or lice!”

“Ask her then! You don’t even try to get to know her anyway, so what does it matter!”

“I know my sister!”

“Like hell!”

Tears began to well in your eyes and you tried your best to swallow them down. The adrenaline was suffocating, everyone getting their own taste of it. Dustin’s grip slowly lost and Eddie pulled free the rest of the way, Steve finding his way out from Will and Mike. Everyone started yelling all at once when the two got ahold of each other, causing mass chaos to ensue. Fists flying, Eddie landed another blow to Steve’s eye – it would definitely be swollen in the next hour and shut completely by the end of the night. Steve tumbled around with Eddie, landing two good blows into his ribs causing the metalhead to yell out – they weren’t broken but there would definitely be major bruising and tender for a while. You attempted your own chance at pulling them apart, but the force of the two sent you stumbling and Nancy shouted, anger setting in for her at the two acting this way in her home. “Knuckleheads, break it up or I’ll call Hopper!”

The two continued their dance, nearly tumbling into the three of you and Steve slammed Eddie against the counter top. Eddie flailed beneath him and Steve sent a blow to his jaw, causing Eddie to yelp in pain. He glared up at Steve and reached around him for anything that would help him gain some traction.

His hand landed in something mushy, his fingers feeling a heavy, thick, consistency on them but he went with it. Eddie grabbed a fist full and landed a blow into Steve’s face, causing him to gasp and lose his hold. Steve wiped his face, red crumbs and white icing coating his hand. He stared at it before looking up and it was on before you could stop them. Steve grabbed his own fist full and the two went back to it, cake and icing flying in every which direction. Food and drinks came with it and everyone yelled as soon, the entire party was coated in carbonation, crumbs of chips, and icing being flung every which direction. Nancy tried to block herself, screaming out in anger. Oh, how much trouble she was going to be in for this later.

You felt the tears brimming, pushing, and soon tumbling over your waterline. They were heavy, hot, and quickly cascading down your face. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath and everything moved in slow motion in front of you. The cake was destroyed, demolished, gone, as were any chances of your two favorite people reconciling and putting any differences behind them. There went any chances of family dinners, trips, any chances of enjoying a Corroded Coffin show, any chances of a future that was healthy with either one. You watched as they continued their antics, neither one of them sparing any glance to check on you, to see your reaction, for any sign or confirmation that you were okay. In this moment, it was about Steve and Eddie. It was always about Steve and Eddie. Reflecting and looking back, even when it was you and only one of them, it turned around to discuss the other.

Steve always wanted to know what Eddie was doing, who he was hanging out with, where you were going with him, if Eddie was trying to sell you weed, if you two were drinking. Anything he could get dirt on for your parents. Eddie always wanted to know what Steve was doing, if he was working, when he was working, and when he’d be home so he could plan exactly to come get you at the worst time just to annoy him. It was little things, it was spiteful, and the two couldn’t leave high school behind. Where did you even fit in to the equation? At that point it’d be better for them to just date each other.

Making your way to the now empty cake platter, a splash of Coke greeting you in the face on your trek, you grabbed the glass dish firmly in your hands. The porcelain was completely clean, smooth, no crumbs of what had been. This is what your life would be now; clean, smooth, no crumbs of what had been. The surface, slipping back and forth in your hands, would not survive this fight either. Arms raising above your head, you could hear your pulse in your ears, not even the shout from Robin when she saw what you were doing, it was so loud. Even when you screamed out in frustration, you couldn’t hear how actually loud you were, how it was almost deafening as the realization set over the situation in front of you. Most everyone covered their ears with their hands, wide eyed and cowering back from what was to come. With your screaming, you quickly brought the plate crashing down to the kitchen tile and shards of glass went flying. The small pieces grazed your bare calves, probably not the best time to be wearing shorts. Steve and Eddie were the two closest to the line of fire, both of them turning away and blocking their faces. When the glass had calmed, that’s when your screaming did, and the deafening silence that followed felt louder.

Everyone looked around, food and drink covering every surface in the kitchen and half of the living room. The glass had spread from the bottom of your feet into the line of the living room, down the tile of the kitchen, and even some had managed to bounce to the countertop. All eyes slowly landed on you, Eddie and Steve both finally taking in the mass destruction of what they had caused. Tears continued to stream down your face, mixed with the icing slabbed on your cheek and the stain of Coke all along the collar and upper shoulders of your shirt. Eddie looked to your legs and saw the thin lines of blood from the shards, before meeting your face again. Steve watched as your shoulders shook from the sobs held in, your face as red as the cake you had made.

Oh shit, the cake.

“Oh, baby,” Eddie started.

“Kiddo, I-“ Steve added at the same time.

“No!” you sobbed. The room grew quiet again. All eyes were on you. This was your time.

“I-“ you started, taking a deep breath to try and align yourself. “I didn’t want to lose- to lose either of you. I wanted th-this to work. Just once!”

Guilt began creeping over the boys, disappointment settled in Steve’s bones as he knew he let you down, Eddie feeling his own tears start to grow at the state you were in. They didn’t want this.

“But now,” you chuckled, causing both boys to go rigid in fear. “Now I realize you’re losing me.”

You looked to each of them, a sob tight in your chest and you choked it back. With shaking hands, you wiped the remaining food from your face, and brushed past the two of them and everyone else. The sobs finally racked your chest as you quickly made your way out the door, slamming it shut behind you.

Steve and Eddie looked around before looking at each other. They both were fucked up. And they had fucked up. Big time.

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