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Eddie Munson hates his boyfriend.
He is completely, one-hundred percent on board with plenty of the things that Steve Harrington is good at. Things like basketball and keg-stands and charming everyone he meets and protecting the people he cares about and kissing. These are expected, established, and earned skills for Steve to have, all ones that Eddie gets to benefit from. (Especially the last one.)
What he's not on board with is Steve somehow, despite all odds, being good at D&D. Hence the boyfriend-hating.
Eddie initially thought they were in the clear based on how long it took to explain the basics to him, thought they were in the clear when Steve chose intelligence as his dump stat and focused entirely on building the most charismatic character possible (a half-elf bard who he insisted on also naming Steve), thought they were in the clear when he then began to try and seduce every single foe they came across, including a giant and an entire band of hob-goblins.
Eddie definitely thought they were in the clear (and had been absolutely thrilled) by how things went during one of Steve's first sessions, when he'd introduced his favorite item to test new players with: the Tome of Absolute Knowledge.
"You pick up the book." Eddie had said, leaning forwards intently. "It is bound in wood, heavy and cracked and ancient. The moment your hands touch it a deep, resonant voice that you cannot trace begins to speak." He dropped his voice to a lower, garblier register. "I am one of the Tomes of Absolute Knowledge. I have the power to answer four questions before the magic ebbs from my pages. Ask."
Steve had walked right into his trap, his excitement palpable. "Holy shit, did the book just talk? Does it know everything?"
Dustin had held his hands up, trying to save him, but it had been too late. Eddie grinned, voice still low. "Yes, I just spoke. Yes, I know most things within this multiverse. Two questions remain open to you."
Steve's mouth dropped open. "Wait, it answers everything we say? So we can't say anything out loud?"
Dustin fell back in agony. Mike and Will both put their heads in their hands. Lucas slumped over on the table so that he didn't have to look at him. Eddie had relished the look of dawning realization on Steve's face, taking a long moment before saying, "Yes, I answer every question spoken aloud. Yes, that would have been a good idea. The four questions have been answered. Now, I must slumber."
Steve looked devastated, hair mussed and eyes imploring. "Eddie, come on."
Eddie giggled, reaching over to pat his hand. "Thems the breaks, I'm afraid."
"He does that to every single newbie." Lucas said, voice muffled by the table.
"That literally always happens." Dustin said, giving Steve a sympathetic shoulder-pat. "It's okay."
Steve had looked at Eddie with newfound respect, arching an eyebrow. "Alright, Munson. I see how this is going to be." After that he'd borrowed all of Eddie's D&D guides and spent all of his free-time at work poring over them, coming to each session armed with new ideas and things to try that, though they shouldn't have worked, always did. Now they have a slight rivalry going on, which is technically unprofessional for a DM, who's supposed to be totally neutral, but Steve had specifically asked for him to make things hard for him.
That's why now, after having just watched Steve roll three Nat 20's in a row, successfully polymorph into a chicken to sneak past a minotaur, and somehow beat a 20 foot tall water elemental through having the rest of the party drink from it, he hates him.
Dustin has shifted allegiances again, back to worshipping Steve as his hero and cheering every time Steve successfully overcomes one of Eddie's new challenges, and every time he does Steve always just gives him that smirk, drumming his hands on the table like it's easy for him. It's driving Eddie crazy. He hates him. He also really wants to climb over the table and absolutely jump his bones, but the little ones are around, so that's probably not the best call to make.
