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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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