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master of none 3 | eddie munson x fem!reader

summary Hurt and betrayed, she finds herself growing closer to Ross, a familiar face with a kind heart. But Eddie isn’t happy about that. Fueled by jealousy and anger, he spirals.

warnings nsfw, 18+ only, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, jealousy, verbal abuse, implied sexual content, public humiliation, physical altercation, yelling/arguing, crying, anxiety, stalking (implied), breaking and entering (implied), Y/N

tags @kellyxo1 @justalotoffanfiction @hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel @scream4mami @littlemissholy @them-cute-boys @thepurplelovewitch

Part 2

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You drop your books onto an empty table with a dull thud, exhaling as you take in the blessed quiet of the library. This time of day, most students were either in class or too distracted elsewhere to bother studying, leaving you with a rare pocket of peace. Perfect. You had a free period, and you planned to use it to make some progress on your history paper.

Flipping through your notes, you scan the assignment instructions—only to realize you’re missing one crucial book for your sources. With a sigh, you push your chair back and weave through the maze of shelves, heading toward the back corner where you last saw a copy.

Sure enough, the book is right where it should be. The only problem? It’s perched on the very top shelf, far out of reach.

You stretch onto your toes, fingertips just brushing the spine. No luck. You glance around—no step stool in sight. With a determined huff, you start prepping yourself to scale the shelf, already mapping out where to place your feet—

An arm suddenly reaches past you, plucking the book from the shelf with ease.

You spin around, startled, only to be met with Ross’s smirking face as he holds the book out to you.

“Oh,” you blink, catching your breath. “Uh—thanks.”

He shrugs, still holding the book as if waiting for something. Eventually, you take it from his hand, clutching it to your chest as you turn back toward your table. But Ross doesn’t leave. Instead, he follows.

“I didn’t take you for a history type of girl,” he muses. “You know, with all this war stuff and—”

“Why? Because I’m all about getting my nails done and going shopping?” you say, keeping your tone serious, arms crossed as you level him with a stare.

Ross’s face goes bright red, his confidence crumbling in an instant. “No! No, absolutely not! I didn’t mean it like that, I was just—”

You let the silence hang for a second longer, watching him scramble, before cracking a grin. “Relax, Ross. I was messing with you.”

He exhales sharply, pressing a hand to his chest like you just gave him a heart attack. “Jesus. You got me.” After a second, he starts chuckling too, shaking his head. “Not funny.”

“Very funny.” You smirk, setting your book down on the table. “Anyway, I’m writing a history paper for my sixth-period class. That’s why I’ve got all these books.”

“You need some help?” Ross asks, nodding toward your stack of books. “I mean, you’re pretty smart, and you probably know what you’re doing, but I kinda like history myself. Could rant about a thing or two.”

You glance up at him, surprised but amused. “You? A history buff?”

“What can I say? I have layers.”

“You know what? That would actually be great.” You push your bag off the chair beside you and gesture for him to sit.

Ross wastes no time dropping into the seat, shrugging off his letterman jacket and slinging it over the chair. As he digs into his backpack, you turn back to your notes, only to pause when he pulls out a brown paper bag and starts unpacking his lunch.

“You eaten yet?” he asks, glancing at you as he unwraps a sandwich.

Your stomach twists slightly at the question. You can’t exactly say yes—not after what happened with Eddie at lunch. You had barely touched your food, still reeling from the way he walked away like it was nothing. Like you were nothing.

You swallow hard, forcing a casual tone. “Uh, yeah.”

Ross doesn’t look convinced. He pauses for a moment, then silently pulls out a second sandwich and slides it across the table toward you.

You hesitate. It looks really good, and truthfully, your appetite has started creeping back. But you don’t want to take his food, especially if he packed it for himself.

“Ross, I—”

“Just take it,” he interrupts, not even looking up as he pops open a bag of chips. “I don’t like eating alone anyway.”

The simple statement makes your chest tighten unexpectedly. After a beat, you sigh, giving in and picking up the sandwich.

“…Thanks.”

Ross grins, and you can’t help but return it. As you take a bite of the sandwich, he stands up, fishing some loose change from his pocket.

“I’m gonna grab you a Coke. Any favorite?”

You shake your head, still chewing.

“Alright, mystery flavor it is,” he teases, stepping backward toward the library doors. “I’ve got cookies in the bag—help yourself.”

He’s still mid-sentence when bam—he collides with someone just as he’s pushing through the door.

Dustin hits the ground with a surprised yelp.

“Oh, shit! My bad, man!” Ross immediately bends down, grabbing Dustin’s arms and hauling him up with ease. “You alright?”

Dustin blinks up at him, wide-eyed, nodding quickly like he’s afraid Ross might change his mind and body-slam him instead.

Ross gives him a pat on the arm, nods once, and heads off toward the lunchroom like nothing happened.

Dustin, still stunned that a jock not only didn’t cuss him out but actually helped him up, brushes himself off. His confusion quickly morphs into curiosity as he glances through the library window.

And then he freezes.

Ross just came out of there. And you’re in there. Alone. With him.

Shit.

Eddie is not going to like this.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

“See you tomorrow, Ed!” Jeff called out, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he headed for the door. The rest of the Hellfire Club filed out behind him, their post-campaign chatter fading into the hallway.

With the session officially dismissed, only Dustin and Eddie remained. Dustin had technically volunteered to help clean up, but really, he was using the time to grovel.

“I swear, once it started coming out, I couldn’t stop! And you know Steve—he’s like a dog with a bone when it comes to his sister—”

Eddie let out a low chuckle, tossing a stray D20 into the dice bag. “Henderson, breathe. You’re gonna give yourself a damn aneurysm.”

Dustin sucked in a sharp breath and forced himself to exhale. “Okay. Okay. But I just— I really didn’t mean to rat you out, man. It just happened.”

Eddie waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, I get it. And I forgive you.”

Dustin blinked. “You do?”

“Of course, you little weasel.” Eddie smirked, nudging Dustin’s shoulder. “You are the future face of this club once I get the hell out of here. Besides… me and Y/N are done.”

“Whew, I’m so glad you said that,” Dustin blurted out, bending down to scoop up a few stray dice from the floor.

Eddie, mid-step, suddenly froze.

His grip tightened around the throne chair he was carrying, knuckles whitening. Slowly, he set it down with an audible thunk before turning toward Dustin, eyebrows pinching together.

“…What do you mean by that?”

Dustin stiffened. His big mouth was really gonna get him killed one of these days. Maybe he should invest in some duct tape. Heavy-duty. Industrial strength.

“N-nothing,” he said, voice cracking slightly as Eddie took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Eddie crossed his arms, expression unreadable. “Henderson,” he drawled, tilting his head. “You sure there’s nothing you wanna share with the class?”

“No…” Dustin tried, voice weak, but the way Eddie’s eyes darkened made his resolve crumble almost instantly.

“Henderson,” Eddie warned, his tone low and edged with suspicion.

Dustin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Fine! But promise you won’t lose your shit, alright?”

Eddie didn’t respond—just crossed his arms and gave Dustin a look that made it very clear he was waiting.

Dustin swallowed hard. “Look… it might be nothing—probably is!—but I saw Y/N and Ross hanging out together at the library.”

“Who the hell is Ross?” Eddie scoffed, brows knitting together.

Dustin blinked at him. “You know—big basketball dude that’s been after Y/N since sophomore year?”

Eddie’s expression shifted. Oh. That Ross.

The guy who was always lurking, always tossing compliments Y/N’s way like he was entitled to her attention. Eddie had caught him staring at her more times than he could count, eyes lingering a little too long, his interest just subtle enough to not get called out for it.

And now Y/N was hanging out with him? After Eddie specifically made it clear he couldn’t stand the guy?

She was doing this on purpose.

A sharp, hot coil of jealousy twisted in Eddie’s gut, crawling up his spine like a live wire. His jaw clenched so hard it ached.

“Close up when you’re done,” he snapped, slamming the room keys onto the table with a clatter.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait—where are you going? Shit!” Dustin fumbled to grab his things, scrambling after him.

“Forgot my drumsticks…” Gareth mumbled as he stepped into the theater room—only to be nearly knocked off balance as Eddie shoved past him without a word.

Gareth turned, watching Eddie storm off with a deep frown. “Jesus, what’s up with him?”

“No time to explain—just go after him! He’s about to do something really stupid!” Dustin said in a panic, snatching Gareth’s drumsticks off a nearby chair and shoving them into his chest before practically dragging him out the door.

With a quick turn of the key, Dustin locked up the room behind them, then bolted after Eddie, Gareth right on his heels.

They didn’t have to guess where he was headed.

Straight toward the gym.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

“Alright, ladies, take five!” Chrissy called out, clapping her hands.

As the cheerleaders broke formation, Chrissy let out a squeal when Jason snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Looked like the basketball team was on a break, too.

You reached into your bag, pulling out your water bottle just as a familiar figure approached—Ross, looking just a little too shy for a guy who spent most of his time dominating the court.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you replied, taking a sip of your water. His cheeks were already turning red, and you had a feeling it wasn’t just from practice.

“You, uh… you looked great! I-I mean, the dance is coming along great!” He corrected himself quickly, clearing his throat.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Why, thank you.”

Ross scoffed, shaking his head. “Wow, not even gonna compliment me back?”

Feigning an exaggerated eye roll, you sighed dramatically. “Fine, I guess you were alright out there, tossing balls into baskets or whatever.”

His laughter was warm, and the way his eyes lit up made it clear he was enjoying this exchange just as much as you were.

“It’s not as easy as it looks, you know,” Ross said, crossing his arms with a smirk. “I’d like to see you try shooting from the free-throw line.”

You raised a brow, matching his energy. “Maybe I will. Give me a ball.”

Ross chuckled but didn’t hesitate to grab one from the basket, spinning it in his hands before passing it to you. As you stepped onto the court, he stood beside you, arms resting on his hips.

“Alright, hot shot. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Careful, Ross,” you teased, bouncing the ball a few times. “I might just take your spot on the team.”

He laughed. “Ohhh-kay. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

With that, you took a deep breath, lined up your shot, and let the ball sail through the air. For a second, you thought it was going to miss—but then, swish! It dropped straight through the hoop.

Your eyes widened in shock before excitement took over. “Holy shit!”

Ross threw his hands up. “No way! First try?”

A small crowd that had gathered on the sidelines started cheering, and before you could even think, you jumped into Ross’s arms. He caught you with ease, spinning you around in celebration.

“Alright, maybe I should be worried about my spot,” he joked, grinning as he set you back down.

You laughed breathlessly, your heart still racing—maybe from the shot, maybe from the way Ross was looking at you.

You wrapped your arms around Ross’s neck as he held you tightly, his warmth momentarily making you forget everything else.

“I hope you’re not too bummed,” you teased, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

Ross just looked at you, his brown eyes filled with something softer. “Wouldn’t have picked a better replacement than you.”

You both smiled, caught in the moment, and for a brief second, the weight of the past few days lifted. The fight with Steve. The blowout with Eddie. The confusion swirling inside you. It all faded into the background—until the gym doors slammed open, shattering your peace like a gunshot.

The echo of the impact made everyone’s heads turn. Your stomach twisted into knots the second your eyes landed on Eddie.

Ross immediately let go of you, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he took a step forward, standing beside you like a silent wall of defense. His posture was relaxed, but the tension rolling off him said otherwise.

Your gaze flickered to Dustin, who stood frozen in the doorway, looking guilty as hell. He caught your eyes and winced, a silent apology written all over his face.

“Eddie, let’s go, man.” Gareth’s voice was tight with unease. He grabbed Eddie’s arm, but Eddie yanked it away without looking at him.

Eddie’s attention was locked on you, his dark eyes filled with something unreadable—rage, hurt, jealousy? Maybe all three. He stepped closer, ignoring Gareth’s plea and Ross’s warning stare.

“That was fast,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “Didn’t even give it a full day before throwing yourself at the next guy that gives you a little attention.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were always desperate for it, weren’t you?”

The air in the gym turned suffocating. Eyes darted between you, Ross, and Eddie, waiting for the next explosion.

Eddie leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “That’s why you’re making yourself so available for this prick, right?”

Ross’s fists clenched at his sides. Your heart pounded.

This wasn’t just a scene anymore. This was a fight waiting to happen.

“Eddie, not now,” you said through clenched teeth, your voice low, warning.

But Eddie just tilted his head, a cruel smirk curling at the edges of his lips. He was enjoying this—watching you squirm, pushing you into a corner.

“Why not?” he taunted. “Embarrassed? Afraid I’ll tell Ross all about our little secret meetings? How you’d cry and beg for me to fuck the shit out of you?”

A sharp breath caught in your throat. Your entire body stiffened.

The weight of Ross’s stare burned into the side of your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Shame curled in your chest, spreading like wildfire. Your cheeks felt hot, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Ross exhaled sharply, his voice steady but edged with warning. “Hey, man. Whatever you had with Y/N in the past—that’s none of my business.”

Eddie let out a low, humorless chuckle. Then he stepped closer, closing the distance between you three, eyes locked on Ross like a predator sizing up his competition.

“Not the past, my guy,” Eddie said. He tilted his head, watching the way Ross tensed. “Literally this week.”

“Regardless,” Ross continued, his voice firm, unwavering, “it’s over. You can be mad all you want, but what you’re not gonna do is stand here and call her a—”

“A slut?” Eddie cut in, his voice cold. “Because that’s what she is. And that’s what she’s always gonna be.”

Before you could even react, Ross lunged. His hands twisted into Eddie’s shirt, yanking him forward until they were chest to chest.

“I’m warning you,” Ross ground out, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. “You leave her the hell alone, or we’re seriously gonna have a problem.”

Eddie didn’t flinch. He just smirked, a sick amusement flashing in his eyes as he wrenched himself free and shoved Ross back, hard.

By now, Jason had stormed over, grabbing Ross before he could retaliate, while Gareth struggled to hold Eddie in place.

“Hit me,” Eddie taunted, his voice low and lethal. “Go ahead. See what happens.”

Your breath hitched, the overwhelming weight of everything crashing down on you at once. You barely registered Chrissy’s gentle touch on your arm, barely heard her soft, reassuring voice as she led you out of the gym, away from the chaos.

“I hate him! I fucking hate him!” The words tore from your throat, raw and shaking.

“I know, honey. I know.” Chrissy’s voice was soft, soothing, as she wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight like she could physically keep you from falling apart.

The gym doors creaked open, and you stiffened. Heavy footsteps approached, stopping just a few feet away.

Ross.

Even without looking, you could feel his presence, the concern radiating off of him. He hesitated before stepping closer. “Where’s Eddie?” Chrissy asked.

“Asshole left through the back door.”

Chrissy muttered something under her breath before pulling back to cup your face gently. “I’m gonna go cancel practice, okay? You get on home and relax.”

You nodded, hurriedly wiping at your damp cheeks, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at Ross. The embarrassment, the shame—it was all too fresh, too raw.

Chrissy gave your hand one last reassuring squeeze before disappearing back into the gym, leaving just the two of you.

A heavy silence settled between you. Then, finally, Ross spoke, his voice softer than you expected.

“You okay?”

You swallowed hard, but the lump in your throat remained.

You weren’t. But you didn’t know how to say that.

“You don’t have to pretend like you care.” Your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to sound firm, to push him away before he could do it first.

Ross’s brows knit together in confusion. “What? I’m not pretending.”

“Oh, come on!” Your frustration boiled over, mixing with the lingering humiliation Eddie had left behind. “You’re really gonna stand there and act like you don’t feel disgusted after what he said? After he told you what I’ve done?” Your voice cracked, but you pushed through. “I’m all used up!”

“Stop talking like that about yourself!” Ross’s voice was sharp, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were filled with something else entirely. Not pity. Not judgment. Just… care.

You turned away, swallowing hard. “Just leave me alone, Ross.”

You barely took a step before he caught your wrist, pulling you toward him. Before you could protest, his arms wrapped around you, solid and warm. The dam inside you broke.

You buried your face in his chest, fists clenching his hoodie as the sobs wracked through you. His hand moved to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, soothing, anchoring.

“I don’t care what that freak said,” Ross murmured, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re not disgusting, alright? You’re perfect to me.”

Your breath hitched, but the warmth of his words seeped into the cracks Eddie had left.

You stayed there, pressed against him, letting the world fade away until your breathing evened out. Until the weight on your chest wasn’t so suffocating.

Then, without a word, Ross led you to his car and drove you home.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

The landline wouldn’t stop ringing. Over and over, the shrill sound pierced through the silence of your room, each ring grating on your already raw nerves. You tried to ignore it, but after what felt like an eternity, frustration won out.

You snatched up the receiver. “Stop calling, asshole! I want nothing to do with you anymore, do you hear me? Nothing!”

A beat of silence. Then, his voice—low, pleading.

“Baby—”

You slammed the phone down before he could say another word. Your heart pounded in your chest, anger and something dangerously close to heartbreak intertwining.

A few seconds later, it rang again. You didn’t hesitate this time, yanking the plug from the wall with a sharp tug.

Steve passed by your room just as you threw the cord aside. You met his gaze, silently daring him to say something, anything. To yell at you, to scold you, to tell you that Eddie wasn’t worth your tears. But he just looked away, his expression unreadable, and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him, painfully quiet.

You exhaled shakily, your body sagging as you slid down to the floor, pressing your back against the bed. Your hands covered your face as the weight of it all came crashing down.

You missed how things used to be. Before Eddie turned into a complete asshole. Before your brother started acting like you didn’t exist. Before everything fell apart.

But it was too late now.

Desperate for any kind of relief, you ran a hot bath and sank into the water, letting the steam curl around you. The heat burned at first, but you welcomed it, hoping it would somehow melt away the ache in your chest. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, staring at the ceiling, lost in the storm of your own thoughts.

Then—a sound.

A rustle just outside the bathroom door.

Your breath hitched. The water stilled around you.

You sat up, heart pounding, listening.

Someone was there.

“Steve?”

Silence.

The moment the name left your lips, you cursed yourself. Steve left for work, dumbass. There was no way it was him.

Your pulse quickened as you listened, straining to hear past the faint dripping of water from your bath. The house was quiet—too quiet.

Slowly, you stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your damp body. Your skin was still warm from the bath, but a chill ran down your spine as you cracked the bathroom door open an inch. The hallway was cloaked in darkness. How long had you been soaking in the water? It had been daylight when you got in, but now the house felt… different.

Swallowing hard, you stepped out, bare feet making no sound against the floor as you tiptoed forward. You peeked into each darkened room, holding your breath with every glance.

Living room—empty. Kitchen—nothing. Steve’s room—just as he left it.

That only left your room.

Your fingers tightened around the towel as you slipped inside Steve’s room, grabbing a mini statue from his dresser—a solid, weighted thing, cold in your grip. If someone was in your house, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You moved cautiously toward your bedroom door, pressing your back to the wall before slowly pushing it open. Your heart pounded as your eyes scanned the space. At first, you didn’t see anything. But then—

A shadow. Crouched by the window.

Adrenaline surged through you. You gritted your teeth, raised the statue, and prepared to swing—

“Woah, woah, woah! I’m not an intruder!”

The figure’s hands shot up in surrender. The voice—familiar, frantic.

Your breath caught. You knew that voice.

With shaking hands, you flicked on the light.

There, huddled by your window like a goddamn criminal, was Eddie.

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basketcaseeeeee · 29 days ago

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master of none 2 | eddie munson x fem!reader

summary Keeping things secret with Eddie was supposed to make things easier—not blow everything up in your face. But after Dustin lets it slip to Steve, you're left dealing with your brother's fury, Eddie’s indifference, and the sinking feeling that maybe hiding wasn’t just about Steve after all.

warnings nsfw, 18+ only, smut (implied/somewhat explicit), arguing, emotional hurt/comfort (or lack thereof), lying/deception, sibling conflict, yelling/shouting, mild violence (wrist grab, shoving), cursing, Y/N

Part 1

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Moans and ragged breaths filled the thick air of Eddie’s van, mixing with the faint creak of the suspension as you moved atop him. The vehicle rocked gently with every roll of your hips, windows fogged from the heat of your frantic rendezvous.

This wasn’t the plan. Eddie had only offered to drive you home, but neither of you made it that far. A block away from your house, he had to pull over, hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly. Stress relief, he called it. And who were you to say no when you needed it just as badly?

His jeans were shoved down to his ankles, your shirt bunched above your chest as he latched onto one of your breasts, sucking harshly while his hands molded your hips to his lap, guiding your movements. You whimpered as he flicked his tongue over your nipple, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips when you clenched around him in response.

But despite the fire burning low in your stomach, your mind was elsewhere—on Dustin, on the way he caught you two in the hallway earlier, on the way Eddie spent all afternoon trying to talk the kid down before he could go running to your brother.

Your rhythm faltered. Your heart pounded for an entirely different reason. What if Dustin ratted you out?

Eddie noticed the shift immediately. His grip tightened, stilling your movements as he pulled back to meet your gaze. “You’re overthinking it again.” His voice was husky, but laced with something softer—understanding.

You exhaled sharply, fingers curling around his shoulders. “Can you blame me?”

He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Henderson isn’t gonna open his mouth. Not unless he wants to lead the campaign against Vecna next week.”

You tried to smile, but the worry still gnawed at you. Eddie’s thumbs traced slow, soothing circles into your skin before he sighed and reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it back down over your chest.

“Worst case scenario?” He leaned back against the seat, his hands settling comfortably on your thighs. “Henderson squeals, Steve loses his shit, and what? He locks you in your room to keep you away from me?” He chuckled, dark eyes twinkling.

“He might just do that! He’s overbearing and annoying—doesn’t think I can take care of myself.” You huffed, running a hand through your messy hair.

Eddie’s lips curled into a smirk. “I think you handle yourself pretty well…” His voice dipped suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder with a playful scoff. “Pervert.”

He chuckled, but the amusement faded when he noticed the lingering tension in your posture.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, voice softer now. “I didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

Eddie exhaled, shaking his head as he gently patted your back. “It’s alright, sweetheart.” He shifted, hands settling on your hips before carefully lifting you off him. “I gotta get home and get ready for work anyway.”

You nodded, tugging your shirt back into place as he pulled up his jeans. As you reached for your bag, Eddie glanced over, watching you with a raised brow. “Hey, you sure you don’t want me to just drop you off in front of your house?”

You slung the strap over your shoulder, shaking your head. “I’ll be okay walking. Call me when you’re done with your shift?”

His smirk softened into something almost sweet. “Of course.”

Eddie leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before reaching for the door handle. The van creaked as he hopped out, then turned back to offer you his hand. You took it, letting him help you down before stepping onto the sidewalk.

He stayed there for a moment, hands in his pockets, watching as you started down the street toward your house. You glanced over your shoulder, offering a small wave, and he returned it with a lazy salute before climbing back into the driver’s seat.

The engine rumbled to life, headlights cutting through the dim street as he drove off in the opposite direction.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

You slip quietly through the front door, moving swiftly toward the stairs. Maybe—just maybe—you can make it to your room unnoticed.

You’re on the third step when his voice cuts through the silence.

“Y/N? That you?”

You freeze, shoulders tensing before letting out a quiet sigh. So much for sneaking in.

Dropping your bag by the stairs, you turn just enough to call over your shoulder. “Nope. Just a robber here to steal all your furniture.”

Steve emerges from the kitchen, a mug in one hand, his other braced against the wall as he leans casually, watching you. His expression is unreadable, but the silence stretching between you is heavy.

You stare at each other, neither of you speaking for a long moment.

Finally, he takes a slow sip of whatever’s in his mug, then asks, “Where you been?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “China.”

His jaw tightens. He sets the mug down on the side table with a little more force than necessary. “Answer the damn question and quit being a smartass.”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Jesus, I was with Chrissy.”

“Bullshit.” His voice sharpens, accusation clear in his tone. “Tell me the truth.”

Your heart kicks up a notch, but you keep your expression neutral. “I already did.”

Steve doesn’t buy it.

You turn on your heel and start up the stairs, but he’s right behind you.

“You really wanna do this right now, Steve?” you mutter, gripping the railing a little tighter.

“Oh, I’m not the one doing this,” he fires back. “You are.”

“You’re crazy!”

“Am I?” Steve’s voice is low, dangerous, as he grabs ahold of your wrist.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Let me go!”

His eyes burn with frustration, his jaw clenched so tight you swear you hear his teeth grind. “I know you’re seeing Eddie.”

Your entire body goes still. So much for keeping it a secret.

Your voice comes out small, barely above a whisper. “Dustin told you.”

“You’re damn right he told me!” Steve barks. “Told me all about how Munson had his hand all over your ass in the hallway like it was no big deal!”

Your stomach twists. Damn it, Dustin.

You rip your wrist from Steve’s grasp, heart pounding. His anger is radiating off him in waves. His voice, sharp and booming, sends a shiver down your spine.

“Steve…” You take a slow breath, trying to steady yourself. “Just calm down.”

His eyes flash with something almost protective, but it’s buried under the fury. “My baby sister is being taken advantage of by Eddie the freak Munson, and you want me to fucking calm down?”

“It’s not like that!” you snap, frustration bubbling over. “Eddie doesn’t pressure me to do anything I don’t want to. He respects me!”

Steve’s eyes darken. “Did you sleep with him?”

Your breath catches in your throat.

You don’t answer.

But your silence says everything.

Steve exhales sharply, turning away from you, hands gripping his hips as he stares at the floor. His chest rises and falls with heavy, uneven breaths, and when he finally turns back, his expression is set—resolved.

“Whatever you both have going on,” he says, voice cold, final, “it’s done. I don’t want you seeing him anymore.”

“What? No!”

“If I so much as catch him near you, I swear to God—”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” Your voice cracks as you shove him, hard enough to make him stumble a step back. “You want to control every aspect of my life, and I’m sick of it! I’m sick of you!”

Steve takes the hit, but his expression doesn’t waver. If anything, it only hardens. “Hate me all you want, but Eddie is not a good person, Y/N. You think you know him, but you don’t, okay?” He shakes his head, voice heavy with something that sounds almost like desperation. “I’m not gonna tell you again. It’s over.”

Your chest heaves, anger twisting inside you like a storm, and before you can stop yourself, the words come spilling out.

“You want to talk about being a good person? What about Nancy, huh?”

The second her name leaves your lips, something shifts. Steve’s entire body goes rigid, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

“That’s different,” he mutters, but there’s no confidence behind it.

You let out a bitter laugh. “Is it?” Your voice drips with venom, with years of pent-up frustration. “She dumped your ass and got with Jonathan not a second later, and here you are, still chasing after her like a damn dog.”

Steve’s throat bobs, but he doesn’t say a word.

“She never loved you, Steve,” you continue, and you can feel the anger morphing into something cruel, something ugly. “And she never will. So get over your little fantasy of having a family because you're always going to be a second choice—to Nancy, and to Mom and Dad!"

Silence.

Steve doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

And for the first time tonight, you wish you could take it back.

Because the look on his face—the way his lips part slightly, the way his eyes dim, like you just knocked the wind out of him—makes your chest ache.

You hurt him.

Steve sniffles, barely holding himself together. When he speaks, his voice is quieter now—tired, defeated.

“You wanna be with Eddie? Go ahead.” His gaze flickers to you, but there’s no more fire in it. Just exhaustion. Just hurt. “I’m not gonna tell you what to do anymore.” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “But I’m telling you right now… when he hurts you—don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The words sting, but it’s the way he says them that really gets to you. It’s not anger anymore. It’s not even frustration.

It’s resignation.

“Steve…” Your voice is small, hesitant, guilt creeping in at the edges.

But he doesn’t respond.

He just turns, walking away with slow, heavy steps, like the fight has completely drained out of him.

And then, without another word, he disappears into his room, shutting the door behind him.

Shutting you out.

And for the first time tonight, you don’t feel victorious.

You just feel… alone.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

The Hideout was alive with the usual late-night chaos—motorcycles lined the parking lot, their chrome glinting under the dim streetlights. Bikers leaned against their bikes, cigarette smoke curling into the air as their girls perched on the seats behind them, laughing at some crude joke. A few drunk men stumbled out the bar doors, voices slurred, arms draped over each other like war buddies barely making it home.

You weaved through the crowd, the scent of beer, leather, and smoke thick in the air. The steady thrum of a bass guitar vibrated through the floorboards, the band already deep into their set. It wasn’t your usual scene, but getting in was easy—Eddie had made sure of that, giving you a voucher that granted you smooth entry past the bouncer.

Sliding up to the bar, you spotted Jeff behind the counter, drying a glass with a rag that had probably seen better days. His eyes widened when he saw you, and without hesitation, he leaned over the counter, pulling you into a half-hug.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted with a grin. “Didn’t think I’d see you on this side of town. What’s the occasion?”

You returned the smile, though something nagged at the back of your mind. “I was looking for Eddie. Is he on his break yet?”

Jeff’s grin faltered. He frowned, setting the glass down with a dull thunk. “Eddie? He’s not supposed to be in today. Doesn’t work Tuesdays or Thursdays.”

Now you’re confused. “Wait… what? He told me he was working tonight.”

Jeff’s brows knit together, shaking his head. “Not unless Beverly dragged him in against his will—which, trust me, I would’ve heard about.” He leaned on the bar, studying your face as confusion flickered into something else. Something colder. “Sorry.”

You swallowed, trying to push down the sting creeping up your spine. Jeff must’ve noticed the shift in your expression because he flashed you a reassuring smile. “How ‘bout a root beer? On me.”

You hesitated, but ultimately sighed, shaking off the thoughts creeping into your head. No use jumping to conclusions, right? “I guess one wouldn’t hurt.”

Jeff nodded, grabbing a bottle and popping the cap off with ease before sliding it across the counter. You took a sip, letting the fizzy sweetness distract you.

For a while, lost in conversation with Jeff as he poured drinks and joked with customers, you almost forgot that Eddie had lied to you.

Almost.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

“Sorry about yesterday, babe. I know I said I’d call, but the place got so busy, and Bev needed everyone’s hands on deck,” Eddie says between bites of his sandwich, speaking casually, like it was just another day.

“I bet.”

Your tone is flat, but if Eddie notices, he doesn’t say anything right away.

The two of you had met up for lunch at your usual spot—a worn-down bench tucked just inside the tree line by the woods, far enough from school that no one would bother you.

You’d been turning this over in your head all night—whether to call Eddie out for lying to you twice now, or to just let it go. After all, it wasn’t like you were in an actual relationship. No labels, no promises. That was the deal, wasn’t it?

Eddie watches you carefully, his chewing slowing as he picks up on the shift in your demeanor. “You okay?”

You stare at your food, stabbing at it with your fork, the plastic scraping against the cheap to-go container. You don’t look at him.

“I’m fine.”

It’s a lie, and you both know it.

But for now, you’re not sure which of you is better at pretending.

Eddie lets out a heavy sigh, dropping his sandwich onto the crumpled wrapper beside him. “Okay… what did I do this time?”

“Nothing.”

He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Well, it is,” you snap, tossing your plastic fork onto your food container with a little more force than necessary. “So can you just drop it?”

Eddie scoffs, running a hand through his hair. His patience is starting to wear thin now, the easy going demeanor slipping. “What’s with the attitude?” His voice sharpens, irritation creeping in. “I said I was busy at work—sorry I couldn’t set aside a few minutes to give you all the attention you so desperately need.”

Ouch.

“And I’m sorry that you’re full of shit,” you snap, abruptly standing up. The bench scrapes against the dirt as you shove your food container into your bag with jerky, frustrated movements. “I lost my appetite.”

Eddie watches you, his expression shifting from irritation to something unreadable. “Where are you going?”

“With someone who’ll actually give me attention,” you shoot back, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Since I so desperately need it, remember?”

His jaw clenches. “Oh, come on—”

But you don’t give him the chance to finish. You flick him off without so much as a glance, turning on your heel and storming back toward the school.

You don’t make it far.

Before you can take more than a few steps, Eddie is suddenly in front of you, having shot up from the bench faster than you expected. He blocks your path, his boots planted firmly in the dirt, dark eyes locked onto yours.

“Seriously, what did I do?” Eddie demands, frustration laced in his voice.

“You lied to me!”

His brows furrow, confusion flickering across his face. “What are you talking about?”

“I went to The Hideout yesterday,” you spit out, heart pounding. “And you weren’t even on the damn schedule!”

Eddie’s expression darkens. “You’re coming to my work now?” His tone turns defensive, almost accusatory. “What, you don’t trust me?”

“Listen, you asshole—I only went because I needed to talk to you!” The words come out sharp, your voice shaking with more than just rage. “I got into a huge fight with Steve, and now he’s not speaking to me, and—” Your breath hitches, throat tightening as the emotions catch up to you all at once.

“And you lied to me!”

“Shit… he found out about us?” Eddie mutters, running a hand through his hair.

You stare at him in disbelief. “Of course he did! What did you think was gonna happen? I knew I should’ve been the one to talk to Dustin…”

Eddie lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “Whoa, hold on—you're not seriously blaming me for that little shit running his mouth, are you?”

“I’m not saying that,” you huff, crossing your arms.

“You might as well have,” he snaps, voice dripping with irritation. Without another word, he turns on his heel and stalks back toward the bench, his boots kicking up dust as he goes.

“Why are you mad?” you demand, throwing your arms out. “I’m the one who should be pissed! My own brother shut me out because we have to sneak around just to see each other!”

Eddie doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he yanks on his leather jacket, his movements stiff, tense. Then, without looking at you, he mutters, “Well, if it’s that much of a hassle to you, then maybe we should just stop seeing each other.”

You blink, the words hitting harder than you expect. Then you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. “Seriously?”

Eddie doesn’t say another word.

He just brushes past you, the scent of leather and cigarette smoke lingering in the space between you as he strides away. Leaves crunch under his boots, the only sound breaking the heavy silence.

You stand there, frozen, staring at his back until he disappears into the trees.

By the time the lunch bell rings, you realize you haven’t moved.

And you’re still alone.

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basketcaseeeeee · 29 days ago

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master of none | eddie munson x fem!reader

summary FWB with Eddie gets messy when feelings are involved. After being ignored at a party, you try to move on—but Eddie isn’t ready to let you go just yet. Tension, jealousy, and a little chaos follow.

warnings nsfw, 18+ only, implied sexual content, FWB, unrequited love, emotional hurt, mild swearing, jealousy, minor violence (Eddie pinning reader to the locker), Y/N

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Eddie’s eyes lazily scanned your bedroom, taking in every detail. His gaze lingered on the polaroids strung up above your desk, glowing softly under the fairy lights. The room was a chaotic mix of your personality—pom-poms tossed haphazardly near the closet, clothes spilling out onto the floor from this morning’s outfit search, and posters peeling slightly at the edges. It felt warm, lived-in, unmistakably you.

He hissed through his teeth, a sharp sound cutting through the quiet hum of the room. His fingers gently tangled in your hair, urging your head up from between his legs.

“Careful with the teeth, babe,” he said, voice low but teasing.

Your wide eyes met his as you sat back on your heels, swiping at the few strands of hair clinging to your flushed cheek. You gave him a sheepish smile, cheeks burning.

“Sorry,” you murmured.

Eddie’s lips curled into a lopsided grin, softening the moment. He ran his thumb across your cheek, his touch lingering before you leaned back down, taking him back into your mouth without missing a beat. He sighed, head falling back against the bed frame, eyes fluttering shut as the tension melted from his body.

The quiet didn’t last long. A faint creak from the other side of the wall snapped his eyes open. Shit. He’d almost forgotten—your older brother was home. One wrong move and the door could fly open, leaving him scrambling for excuses that wouldn’t save his life.

Eddie shot upright, muscles tensing as he jerked away from you, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Whoa!” you gasped, bracing yourself with a hand on his thigh. You looked up at him, brow furrowed in concern. “Did I hurt you again?”

“No, you were doing great, babe, but I just remembered… Wayne needed my help with something,” Eddie says, tugging his jeans back up in a hurry, fingers fumbling with the zipper.

Your eyes narrow. “Something?” You cross your arms, head tilting slightly. “Eddie, if you’re not having fun with me, just say it. You don’t have to make up some lame excuse.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, and before you can pull away, he grabs your hands, holding them between his calloused fingers. His touch is warm, grounding, but his words are quick—almost too quick.

“That’s not it at all,” he insists, squeezing gently for emphasis. “I have tons of fun with you, babe. Seriously.”

You raise a brow, unconvinced. “Then why are you always in such a rush to leave?”

Eddie opens his mouth but hesitates. His chest tightens under your gaze. He can’t tell you the truth—that the accidental scrapes of your teeth had killed his mood. He definitely can’t admit that he’s planning to head over to Paige’s later for something a little more… reliable. So instead, he blurts out the first thing that pops into his head.

“It’s your brother.”

Your face twists in disbelief, and you rip your hands out of his grip. “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“What?! No!” Eddie’s eyes widen in horror. “I just don’t want him barging in here and seeing his baby sister with her mouth stuffed full of my cock! He’ll kill me!”

“You’re being dramatic,” you say, crossing your arms.

Eddie shakes his head, leaning back against your desk. “Your brother specifically made it clear he doesn’t like me.”

“That’s because he just needs to get to know you better,” you counter, tilting your head.

“Absolutely not,” Eddie says with a dry laugh. “Your brother’s… somewhat traditional. How do you think he’d feel if he found out about this little deal between us?”

Ah, yes—the deal.

It all started last summer, a casual arrangement with no strings attached. Friends with benefits. It seemed simple enough at first, fun and exciting. But somewhere along the way, things changed—for you, at least. What was supposed to be casual had turned into something more. You started catching feelings, hoping—praying—that Eddie would eventually feel the same.

Unfortunately, he didn’t.

“I can see whoever I want, whenever I want. He’s not the boss of me,” you declare, arms crossed defiantly.

Before Eddie can respond, a knock on the door cuts through the tension.

“Hey, Y/N, can I come in?” your brother calls from the other side of the door, his voice muffled but unmistakably suspicious.

Eddie’s eyes dart to yours, silently waiting for instructions, his body already halfway tensed to bolt. “We can tell him if you want. It’s your choice,” he offers, voice calm but laced with uncertainty.

You glance at the door, then back at him, rolling your eyes. “Fine. Just hurry up!”

Eddie nods and heads toward your window. You quickly follow, helping him climb out just as your brother knocks again.

“Just give me a second!” you call back, hoping your voice sounds more casual than panicked.

Eddie swings a leg over the windowsill, turning back to grab your hand before disappearing into the night. “There’s gonna be a party at Dan Shelter’s place tomorrow night,” he says, holding your gaze for a second longer than usual. “You should come.”

“I don’t know, Eddie…” you whisper, heart racing as your brother knocks on the door again, harder this time.

“Meet me there?” Eddie says, his voice soft and persuasive. “Let me make it up to you for… you know, cutting things short here?”

You shoot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. “If I say yes, will you leave already?”

He grins and leans in, brushing a quick kiss across your lips. “Oh, and about Mrs. O’Donnell’s writing assignment?”

“Yes, yes! I’ll get it done and give it to you first thing Monday morning. Now go!” you urge, glancing anxiously at the door.

Eddie chuckles, clearly enjoying your panic, but pulls you into one last kiss—longer this time, his hand cupping your cheek. For a brief moment, the world outside your bedroom fades away. You’re the one who finally breaks it, breathless and flustered.

“Go!” you whisper again, pushing him toward the window with a laugh.

You quickly fix your hair and smooth your clothes in front of the mirror before opening the door. Your brother stands there, arms crossed, eyes narrowing the second he sees you.

“Hello?” you say, feigning annoyance.

Steve doesn’t wait for an invitation. He pushes his way into your room, his eyes scanning every corner like a detective on a mission. “Who were you talking to?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Hey, Steve, make yourself comfortable. How was my day? Oh, it was good. Thanks for asking,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Steve shoots you a hard look. “Just answer the question.”

“I was on the phone with Robin,” you reply coolly, raising an eyebrow.

“With Robin?” Steve repeats, clearly not buying it.

“Yeah,” you say casually, leaning against the doorframe. “We’re going to a party at Shelter’s house tomorrow night.”

Steve’s eyes narrow. “No, you’re not.” His voice is firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

“What? Why?” you ask, throwing your hands up.

“Dan Shelter is a college student,” Steve says, crossing his arms. “Why are a bunch of high school seniors going to a college party?”

You shrug. “Free booze?”

“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve glares at you, his protective big-brother mode fully activated.

“I’m not a little 7-year-old, Steve.” you snap, hands on your hips.

“Fine,” Steve says with a shrug. “But I’m coming too.”

“No way! I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Either I come, or you’re not going,” he says firmly, eyebrows raised in challenge.

Your stomach twists. Eddie will be at the party, too. Great. Now you’ll have to figure out a way to sneak off with him—if Steve lets you out of his sight for even a second.

“Okay,” you huff. “But don’t embarrass me. Please.”

Steve smirks. “I’ll be totally chill. It’ll be like I’m not even there!”

Yeah, sure. Totally chill… until he inevitably ruins everything.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

“I thought you said you knew where you were going!” Robin says, throwing her hands up in frustration.

“Listen, all these houses look the damn same. Can you blame me?” Steve snaps, gripping the steering wheel.

“It’s a big house with drunk college kids throwing up on the front lawn—probably! How is that so hard to spot, Dingus?”

“I’ll turn this car around right now!” Steve threatens, shooting her a glare.

While they bicker back and forth, you sit quietly in the back, eyes focused on the window. Hopefully, Eddie doesn’t think you’ve bailed on him. Lately, it feels like he’s been distant—never staying long after you’ve had sex, his conversations feeling shorter, less warm. You can’t shake the thought that he’s losing interest.

But he did ask you to come. Maybe you’re just overthinking.

The sound of the car door shutting pulls you from your thoughts. Steve’s gone inside the gas station, leaving you alone with Robin.

“Hey, Robin?” you say, leaning closer to the middle console.

She turns toward you, curious. “What’s up?”

“I just want to say thanks for covering for me… and for coming along,” you say, offering a small smile. “You probably had better plans than some lame party.”

“Don’t sweat it! Any chance to get under your brother’s skin is always a pleasure,” Robin replies with a mischievous grin.

You chuckle. “What’s he even stopping for, anyway?”

“Powdered donuts. Says he can’t focus on an empty stomach. I think he’s just asking the cashier for directions so he doesn’t have to admit he’s lost.”

A beat of silence falls between you, the hum of the engine the only sound.

“So… you and Eddie?” Robin says casually, eyeing you through the rearview mirror.

Your stomach drops. The panic must have flashed across your face because Robin quickly adds, “Relax! I won’t tell Harrington anything.”

“How did you…?” you ask, eyes wide.

Robin smirks. “I see you guys hanging out at school every day. Didn’t take long to figure something was up. It’s cute, actually.”

“Yeah?” you say, cheeks warming.

“Eddie seems like a nice guy. I approve,” she says with a nod, then leans in a little. “But if he hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.”

You both chuckle, the tension easing.

Then she raises an eyebrow. “Are you guys… you know? Doing it?”

“Robin!!!” you squeal, face burning as you swat at her arm.

“I’m just making sure that if you are, you’re using protection!” Robin says, wagging a finger at you. “Don’t need a baby Munson running around wreaking havoc on the town.”

You roll your eyes but laugh. “We’re being very careful, just so you know.”

“Good. Keep it that way.”

“Okay, Mom,” you joke, shaking your head.

Just then, Steve swings the car door open, his mouth stuffed with two powdered donuts.

Robin scoffs. “What are you, five?”

“What?” Steve mumbles, powdered sugar spraying everywhere.

Robin grabs a napkin from the floor and starts wiping at his shirt, now covered in white powder. “Need me to feed it to you too?”

They immediately start smacking at each other like kids. You lean back in your seat, closing your eyes with a small smile.

Finally arriving at the party, you scan the crowded rooms, searching for him. No sign of Eddie.

Steve spots something—or someone—and gives you and Robin a quick warning not to “act stupid” before disappearing into the crowd. Robin bumps into Vickie and flashes you a grin. “Good luck,” she says before leaving you on your own.

Grabbing a red cup of liquor, you wander through the house, weaving between groups of partygoers. Every so often, you glance into the rooms, still searching for him. It feels like hours have passed before you finally spot him.

Eddie sits on a stool by the kitchen counter, sipping from his own cup. His eyes are scanning the room too—until they land on you. You wave, a big smile on your face.

But then… his eyes widen, and he quickly turns away, pretending not to see you.

The smile fades, replaced by a tight knot in your chest. Someone definitely saw that awkward moment. Heat rushes to your face, a mix of embarrassment and confusion swirling inside you. You take a step forward, ready to confront him—until you see her.

Paige.

She’s standing beside him in a tight red dress that hugs her curves, holding a cup in one hand, her red manicured nails shining under the dim lights. They’re talking, and not once does Eddie look your way.

A few minutes pass, filled with flirtatious smiles and light touches. Then Paige nods toward the stairs. Eddie follows without hesitation.

Shit.

They’re headed your way.

Your feet feel rooted to the floor. Paige glances at you, offering a friendly smile as they pass, but Eddie… he doesn’t even spare you a glance. He keeps his eyes on his drink, brushing past you like you’re invisible. You watch them disappear up the stairs, most likely into an empty bedroom.

Your chest tightens as your mind races.

Why would he invite you here just to blow you off? Did you take too long to get here? Is that why he’s upset? Or maybe… maybe he’s just bored of you. Maybe you were never enough.

“Y/N?” a voice calls out, cutting through the noise.

You flinch.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” says Ross, a member of the Hawkins basketball team. His eyes soften with concern. You’ve had a feeling for a while that Ross might have a thing for you. Unfortunately, you don’t feel the same way.

“Oh, hey, Ross.”

“Hi,” he says, shifting on his feet, his voice a little too soft.

“Hi,” you respond with a polite smile.

“Hi,” he says again, chuckling nervously.

You clear your throat to break the awkward loop.

“Right! Um, I saw your cup was empty, so I brought you a refill. I didn’t spike it or anything!” He winces at his own words. “That sounded wrong. Sorry. I, uh—you don’t have to drink it. I can get you another one if you want.”

You take the drink, already deciding that you’ll probably need a few more to survive the rest of this night. “It’s fine,” you say, trying to sound reassuring.

“Enjoying the party?” Ross asks, shifting his weight nervously.

You glance toward the stairs, still no sign of Eddie. “No, not really.”

“Wanna get outta here?” His tone is cautious but hopeful.

Your frustration boils over. “What, am I just everyone’s easy fuck?” you snap, louder than you intended. “If you’re looking to hook up for the night, it’s not gonna happen, okay? Go find someone else!”

Ross steps back, eyes wide. “Whoa, hey! I didn’t mean it like that. I was just gonna suggest we get a slushee or maybe a slice of pizza. I promise I’m not looking for… anything more than that.”

“Oh.” You sigh, rubbing your temples as the tension drains from your body. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to blow up on you like that.”

“It’s okay!” He flashes a kind smile. “Bad night, huh?”

“You have no idea…” you say softly, sadness slipping into your voice.

Ross watches you for a moment before giving a reassuring smile. He really is kind. Least you can do is take him up on his offer. Oh, what the hell.

“How about I let you pick the flavor of my slushee if I get to choose yours?” you suggest, trying to lighten the mood.

“Deal!” he says, maybe a little too excited, which makes you smile for the first time all night.

“Oh, just one thing… I came here with my brother and his friend. Is it cool if they come too?”

“Sure! I’ll even pay for theirs,” Ross offers confidently.

“Let’s not get too crazy now, Ross,” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckles and gently places a hand on your back, guiding you through the crowded house toward the front door. You don’t look back. Eddie wasn’t coming anytime soon.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says with his signature grin, leaning casually against the locker next to yours as the passing bell rings.

You scoff, refusing to even look at him as you grab your textbook and notebooks.

“Okay then…” he mutters, confused, before following you down the hallway. “Oh hey, do you have my assignment done by any chance?”

You stop abruptly, turning to face him with disbelief written all over your face. You reach into your bag, pull out the assignment, and shove it hard against his chest.

“Tell your girlfriend Paige to do your assignments next time,” you snap. “Mrs. O’Donnell’s gonna start wondering how an idiot like you is suddenly getting A’s on assignments you couldn’t pass last year. And I’m not taking the fall for your crap.”

You turn on your heel to walk away, but Eddie grabs your arm and gently pulls you back, pressing you against the lockers. His playful tone is gone, replaced by something colder.

“What’s with this little attitude?” he asks, eyes narrowing.

You laugh bitterly. “Wow. You’re really gonna stand there and act like you didn’t completely ignore me at the party? One you invited me to, by the way.”

“Babe, you know I can’t be seen with you when your brother’s around,” Eddie says, trying to soften his tone.

“He wasn’t anywhere near me, Eddie!” you snap. “And all I did was wave at you! I wasn’t exactly asking you to fuck me on the living room table!”

Eddie smirks, leaning in closer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re a pig!”

“Wait, just hold on a second! I’m sorry, okay?”

He’s got you pinned against the lockers now, his body blocking you from view. Thankfully, the hallway is empty, and no one’s around to expose this secret thing between the two of you. You turn your head to avoid him, refusing to give in so easily.

Eddie gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. His brown eyes soften, a mischievous glint still lingering.

“You hate me?” he asks, his bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout.

“No,” you say quietly, your own lip trembling into a small pout.

“You forgive me?” Eddie asks, lacing his fingers with yours. He brings your hand up and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, his eyes watching you carefully.

You sigh, the weight of the party still heavy in your chest. “You went upstairs with her.”

“Babe… it was just a business thing. You know about my side hustle.”

“Then why did it take you so long to come back downstairs?”

“She was a first-time buyer,” Eddie says smoothly. “Had to make sure she knew exactly what she was getting into, the precautions, the usual.”

But that wasn’t the truth at all. Eddie and Paige had spent the night tangled together in every position imaginable until Dan had to kick them out of his room. Even after that, they hadn’t stopped, continuing in the back of his van once the party died down. But he wasn’t about to tell you that.

“So… you love me again?” Eddie asks, batting his eyes at you in an over-the-top attempt to be cute.

You bite your cheek, trying to hold back a smile, and swat at his arm. “I never stopped, idiot.”

“Good.” He grins, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

Eddie leans in, pressing his lips against yours, his hands traveling down your back and settling on your ass. You let out a small squeal when he gives it a squeeze.

That’s when you hear it—a loud thud hitting the floor.

You both freeze and turn toward the noise. Standing there, mouth agape, is Dustin, his textbook lying on the ground at his feet.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath.

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basketcaseeeeee · 2 months ago

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wildflower chapter nine

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

Main Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Summary:

You have mediation with Eddie, then get some big news afterwards.

Warnings:

Custody arguments, court, pregnancy

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N:

I’m sorry this chapter took forever to get out! Hoping to be faster with the next one 🙏🏻

“Ms. Henderson,” the mediator steepled his hands over his chest as he sat back in his leather chair. “You are not willing to agree to 50/50 custody, correct?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your chair. Your eyes darted to Eddie sitting across from you, hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. “No,” you answered.

He looked at Eddie, who adjusted his suit cuffs as he gave you a look. He went to speak, but his lawyer spoke for him. “My client is not willing to take less.”

“Neither of you are willing to budge at all?” The mediator asked, like why are you even here?

Why were you here? That was Eddie’s stupid fault. Just looking at him pissed you off. You’d been hoping he would at least come to his senses by the time mediation came around, but unfortunately that did not happen.

You and Eddie looked at one another. You both shook your heads, set in your decisions. The mediator held his hands up- “Well, if we can’t come to an agreement here, the next step would be court intervention.”

You shook your head, bringing your hand up to cover your eyes as tears began to well. This could not be happening. Eddie’s lawyer began packing up, and you could feel your ex’s eyes on you.

Eddie wanted to say something, to reach out and touch you and comfort you, but his lawyer was pushing him from the room and, at the end of the day, he was the reason for your stress and pain, anyway. As usual, he thought to himself.

He hated himself for this. Sure he wanted the time with his son, but he was putting you through hell. He hadn’t even realized until he’d seen you today, but it was evident it was having an effect on you. You looked sick.

You felt sick. You had finally made that doctor’s appointment your mom and Steve had been hounding you about, which is where you’d be heading next. You straightened your blouse and skirt and stood, trying to compose yourself before walking out of the room.

Eddie caught your attention in the hall as you left. He could see your eyes bloodshot from crying, the dark circles around them. He felt like shit. But he also felt like this was his right - his son - and he didn’t want to back down. But goddamn, he never liked seeing you hurt.

“This is so stupid, you know that?” You hissed at him in the hallway as you reached him. “You have the band. You travel. You go on tour for months at a time. And you want 50/50?”

“He can stay with you when I’m on tour, okay?” Eddie said, trying to get you to see his side. “Or with Wayne some nights. He can even come visit me when he’s older. I just want to have as much time with my son as I can when I’m home.”

You understood where he was coming from, but you couldn’t have Asher taken from you half the time. You couldn’t stand the thought. “It’s just too much, Ed. I don’t mind some visitation, but 50/50 - it’s just too much. You can’t take him from me half the time.”

Eddie let out a short, humorless laugh. “I am not trying to take him from you! Jesus, that’s what I’m trying to say.”

“But you are,” you said, tears once again starting to fall. “If you do this, you are.”

Before Eddie could say anything else you turned and left, heels clicking as you walked out of the courthouse. You were meeting Steve outside to take you to your appointment, and you knew he’d want to hear how the mediation has gone.

It had been pointless, just as you suspected.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Steve asked as he pulled up outside the doctor's office. You eyed the door, dreading going inside.

“No, it’s okay.” You began unbuckling your seatbelt, grabbing your bag from the floor. “Just take Ash and go play, I should be done in an hour.”

Steve nodded, but his expression was etched with concern. “Okay. We’ll be back then. Just…I’m here for you, you know that?”

“I know.” You smiled at him gently, but your body was buzzing with anxiety. Steve had had a point about your lack of a period. It still hadn’t come. You were very late, and you never were.

Well. Once.

You climbed out of the car with your bag, giving Steve one last smile. You opened the back door and leaned in to give Asher a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, buddy. Be good for Steve. I love you.”

“Love you!” He said back, reaching for you as you pulled away.

You carefully shut the door as you moved back, waving one last time as they pulled off. You took a deep breath, then turned and walked into the office.

Steve drove down the road to the nearby park. He unbuckled Asher from his seat and let him down, the toddler running to the playground equipment as fast as his tiny legs would carry him. Steve chased after him, running out of breath a lot faster than he used to.

Asher climbed and played on the slides, Steve pushed him on the swing, and they played a game of catch with the big rubber ball you brought from home.

When they got hungry, Steve bought a couple snacks from the vending machine. Asher pointed to the candy bar as it fell, laughing hard.

“What, you like the vending machine?” Steve laughed. He put in another dollar and punched in the number for a bag of chips. Asher watched with rapt attention as the snack was dispensed and fell down into the bottom. He squealed with delight, watching as Steve grabbed the bag.

They ate lunch together on the grass, enjoying the cool weather. It was nearly Halloween, and there was a chill in the air. Steve wondered what you had planned for the holiday, since you hadn’t brought it up with everything else going on.

“Alright, big man,” Steve said once they were done eating, “Let’s run out all your energy before we go pick up Mommy.”

Steve chased him around, the little boy laughing his head off as Steve pretended to be unable to catch him. As he ran back to the main part of the playground, he tripped over the step, falling forward onto his face on the mulch. He immediately started crying and Steve panicked, rushing to his side.

He lifted him up, examining his face for injuries. He had a big scrape on his left cheek, but otherwise looked fine. He was wailing, and it broke Steve’s heart.

“Hey, Ash, it’s okay,” Steve cooed softly, picking him up as he headed back for the car. “You’re okay, buddy. Just a little scrape. You’re such a big boy.”

He sat Asher up in the passenger seat as he reached into the glove compartment for the first aid kit you insisted he keep. Now, he was grateful for your helicopter parenting. He sprayed some of the disinfectant on Asher’s cheek, which made him cry more and made Steve feel like shit. He then covered it with a Thomas band aid, which Asher loved.

He got Ash back in his car seat before getting back in the front. It had been about an hour, so it was time to pick you up. His mind raced as he drove, wondering what it would mean if you were pregnant. It could be his - he could be a dad. A real dad. But it also could be Eddie’s. As much as he hated it, he remembered that night you spent with Eddie when he got to town. Yeah there was some time between instances, but it was close enough it would be hard to tell.

As much as he had tried to help you avoid this - besides the accidentally cumming inside, that was on him - he was kind of excited by the idea of you carrying his child. He knew you would look so beautiful, glowing, just like you were when you were pregnant with Asher. But if it was his baby…he doesn’t think there’s a version of you that could be any more beautiful than that.

But it wasn’t ideal. He didn’t want to have to spend 8-9 months wondering if the child belonged to him or Eddie. He knew he’d get attached to the possibility. And if he did that, only for the baby to be born and be Eddie’s - it would break his heart.

Steve’s mind was still reeling when he pulled up outside the office again. You were leaning against the entrance, jacket pulled tight. As you got closer to the car, Steve could see that it looked like you had been crying.

“What did they say?” Steve asked as soon as you were in the car. He couldn’t wait another second. He needed to know.

You looked into the backseat. Asher had fallen asleep in his car seat, and he looked angelic like that. His little cherub face, chubby cheeks and pouty lips. You loved him more than anything.

Finally, you turned back to Steve. You let out a big breath. “You were right.”

Steve’s heart stuttered in his chest. “I was right?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I…I’m pregnant.”

Steve let out a breathless chuckle at the words. He couldn’t believe it. You really were pregnant. You were really pregnant and it might be his. “Do you know…who…”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears falling, and Steve felt terrible for asking the question. “No. I don’t know.”

It was silent for a minute. Finally Steve spoke up - “Do they know when we’ll be able to know?”

You sniffled. “They said we might know more when we do the ultrasound and see exactly how many weeks I am. But since the��instances were only two-ish weeks apart, we might not be able to tell until they’re born and we can do a DNA test.”

Steve took in the news. He didn’t like it. He wanted this baby to be his, and he wanted to know now. “Do you feel like you know who’s it is?”

“No, Steve. I have no fucking idea. It could be either of yours.” You covered your face with your hands. “Fuck. This is all a disaster.”

Steve began driving back to your house, the ride tense and awkward. He wanted to say something. He wanted to be happy. He’d always wanted to be a dad. He had considered himself one with Asher, but Eddie coming back into your lives only showed how easily that could be taken away.

“It’s going to be okay,” he said finally. “I’m here for you no matter what. I love you and that baby no matter what.”

His words did make you feel a little bit better. You knew they were true. But what if this baby was Eddie’s? Clearly he’d want to be involved. This would only make things more complicated.

Steve parked outside of your apartment building. “Want me to come in with you?”

You smiled softly at him. “You don’t have to. I’m just going to lay Asher down and probably take a nap myself. A lot to process today.”

Steve nodded in understanding. “Well, call me if you need me.”

As you laid in your bed, your mind raced with thoughts of this baby and the potential fathers. If it was Steve’s, things might be easier. He would be happy. He would be a great father, wouldn’t treat Asher any differently than his own child. Maybe you could even try a relationship.

But if it was Eddie’s? What would that mean? Surely he would try to fight you for this child, too. You couldn’t stand the thought of having this baby and immediately having to hand them over half the time.

You were actually terrified.

The next day as you were feeding Asher breakfast, the phone rang. You left him in his high chair to go grab the phone from the wall.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hey. It’s me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, an anxious habit. “Hi, Eddie. What do you want?”

“I…I was just wondering if I could take Asher tomorrow. I want to bring him to the studio and let him meet the guys.”

You thought for a moment. You could be petty and say no, but then you really would be what he was accusing you of. “Okay. That’s fine.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Eddie.” You felt like rolling your eyes. “Just let me know when you’re picking him up.”

“Around 10 in the morning.”

“Okay.” You played with the phone cord, wondering if you should just go ahead and tell him about the pregnancy. “Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

A pause. Might as well just say it. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Finally, “Is…is it mine?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel the tears coming on. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know.”

“…No.”

Eddie’s mind was spinning now. He could be having another child. A chance to do it right from the beginning this time. But what if it wasn’t his? What if it was Steve’s? The thought made him sick to his stomach.

“When will we know?”

“Maybe at the ultrasound. Maybe not until it’s born.” You let out a long sigh. “This is such a mess, Ed.”

Eddie felt bad for you. But he was also stressing, wanting the baby to be his but terrified it wasn’t. Also a little scared of the idea of having two kids, but he would rather that than you have a baby with Steve.

“I know,” he said. “I’m not gonna lie to you, it is a mess. But you’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

You nodded, sniffling as you wiped the tears away. “I know. Either way, this baby has a dad who loves them.”

“That is true,” Eddie said. “I just hope it’s mine.”

You laughed a little. “Yeah, both of you do. Someone’s getting their heart broken one way or the other.”

You genuinely felt bad. And you felt like a huge idiot for having unprotected sex with two different guys so close together. Now you had to explain this to your mom.

Surely that could only go well.

As you ended the call and went back to help Ash with his breakfast, you thought about how his life was going to change. A new little brother or sister. It was hard for you to imagine your baby boy as a big brother. You didn’t even know how you were going to explain this to him. How would he understand? Would he adjust okay? Or would he hate having to share your attention?

That was your main fear, how Asher would take this. He was the most important thing in the world to you, and you wanted him to be happy. You knew he would get used to it, but you already felt so guilty.

This was going to change everything.

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