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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.”

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