𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 “𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐧𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬” 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐎𝐂, 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.
𝐖𝐂: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤
𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐩/𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨.
"EDDIE!" Dustin called, loudly outside of his trailer. It was getting closer to noon so he had no problem being noisy to get the attention of his senior dungeon master.
Steve groaned next to him, unfortunately getting snagged into driving his three brats to Munson's trailer.
"Don't scream so loud, Dustin. I don't want to look like I'm a part of this." Steve grumbled.
"It's a little late for that, y'know?" Mike snarked.
"I mean you do practically hang out with us most of the time." Lucas added.
"thank you for the insight, you guys are soooo supportive of my social life." Steve rolled his eyes. “Always the babysitter.” He muttered.
Right at that moment, Eddie's door slammed open, revealing a very drowsy looking Eddie clad in a wrinkled shirt and a pair of lopsided sweats. Behind him sat his uncle, drinking from a half empty pot of coffee and you, browsing through a magazine on the couch.
"Why do you guys always have to bang at my door?" Eddie scolded, making a face of annoyance.
"One more reason to get your own place kiddo," Wayne speaks up, still browsing through the newspaper, much to Eddie's dismay.
Eddie reached out to shake Steve's hand in their signature handshake. Mike, Dustin and Lucas called it the "dad shake." Eddie and Steve called it the "single father shake."
Eddie completely bypasses the kid's words, opting instead to talk to Steve to minimize how much time he had to spend chatting with them.
"What brings the brats to the Munson Lair, huh?'
"I'll be honest, Munson, I couldn't even figure it out. Some campaign idea or something."
Mike enthusiastically fished out a stack of paper from his backpack hanging off his shoulder.
"So we have these new characters that we want to play for the next campaign but we want your approval." Mike said.
Eddie snorted. "Say the words, kiddos."
Dustin and Lucas each rolled their eyes, Dustin already ahead of him.
"Oh master, might you grant us an audience with your majesty?" He said in a worn out tone.
It had Wayne shaking in his seat as well as you looking like you were about to burst at the seams with laughter.
"Hey! Not funny, y/n!" Dustin shouldered his way into Eddie's trailer, setting down his bag and pulling out a pencil.
"Wayne." He acknowledged.
"Dustin." He nodded back, moving the coffee pot so there was sufficient room on the table for their dnd antics. This sort of thing was becoming commonplace to the point that neither you or Wayne bothered with their presence. If anything you thought it was endearing to watch Eddie take care of the kids like they were his own.
Mike and Lucas followed Dustin in, standing around the table due to the lack of chairs. Already they were laying out plans, cocking their heads with intrigue and pointing out all the ways they could tweak their existing designs.
Steve heaved a sigh when Eddie beckoned him inside.
"Might as well stay, Harrington. Want a smoke?"
Steve shook his head. "The ladies aren't fond of it."
Mike looked up from the paper to deadpan "what ladies?" Which has Steve giving him a pointed glare and looking more than worn out.
"Hey, just saying, smoking landed me a smokin hot babe. But whatever." Eddie lit his cigarette, tossing the rest of the pack and the lighter on the table. You decided to ignore that part.
Lucas reached out for them, trying to be conspicuous before Eddie slapped him on the hand.
"Ow! What the fuck Eddie!"
"Mhm," Eddie tutted, wagging his finger in the air. "You're still fresh Sinclair, you don't need that shit anyways. You'll thank me later."
You pretended not to listen from your nose stuck in a magazine, watching the interaction go down. They were like a little family and it had your heart soaring.
Eddie leaned over to glance at the contriving roadmap of notebook paper, effortlessly pointing out a flaw in Dustin's design.
"That right there. That's gonna get you killed, dusty."
"How did I not catch that!" Dustin squealed, erasing furiously.
Soon, Dustin struck up a conversation with Mike and Lucas, rambling on about details until Eddie could barely get a word in edgewise.
He decided to join you and Steve on the couch, sitting on the middle cushion and throwing his arm about your shoulder.
"You're good with them." Steve nodded, hushed so the three boys didn't hear. He had been tangled up in babysitting them for what felt like so long, it felt good to know that someone else had their back too.
"Oh well, someone's gotta tend to the lost sheep." Eddie took a drag on his cigarette, trying to keep the smoke from reaching Steve in an act of respect. His thoughts were in the right place but he still looked guilty when Steve tried to muffle a cough.
"Yeah. And boy do those kids need some tending to." Steve said, a tone of endearment in his voice.
"Don't worry, man" Eddie suddenly pipes up."I'll take them when you got your six nuggets to take care of."
Steve flushed red, hoping to God that the kids hadn't heard that part. To no avail though as he heard Mike's guffaw from the table.
"Watch it Wheeler," Eddie started, "six is a lot of kids for one Steve to handle." You and Eddie shared a glance, both obviously trying to hold in a laugh. Poor Steve would never live down the reputation as the guy who wanted a whopping six kids. Eddie leaned in closer to Steve, whispering to him.
"Not that I doubt you, bro, you'll be a great dad."
At this point Steve looks absolutely mortified and he's hoping he can block this all out later. If he leaves though, he'll be called a coward forever. If he takes it, the kids will never stop teasing him and calling him "dad." The only option was to fight back.
"Thank you Eddie." Steve smirks wildly. "Speaking of kids, when are you and y/n going to start a family?"
You go stiff in your seat. You try to go back to reading the same page you'd been on for the last ten minutes but the words started blurring on the page.
"Uhhh" Eddie starts, looking at you for help. you just shake your head, leaving your boyfriend to search for an answer that would make all present parties happy. The boys had long forgotten their world building and stared at you and Eddie long and hard, waiting for an answer.
("5 bucks for 'after we graduate'' Dustin smiled.
"No way," Lucas said, "10 on 'after we're married'"
Mike tsked, 'nah, it's gotta be 'after we move away from hawkins'")
"Pfft." Wayne snorted at the other side of the table, breaking the heavy silence in the room. "It's a damn surprise the poor girl isn't pregnant already." He flipped the page of his newspaper.
Eddie gaped, mirroring a similar expression of shock on your face.
Wayne continued undisturbed. "I mean with the amount of condoms he's bought, it's a mystery that he doesn't have six nuggets of his own."
Steve's eyes nearly popped out their sockets, watching as the three doofuses went wild, practically lining up to give Eddie's uncle a high five.
If you and Eddie weren't still shell shocked you would hear murmurings of "brutal!' "sick' and "way to go, Mr Wayne." Wayne's frown turned up into a barely there smirk.
It took an extra minute for Steve to register before he burst out laughing, hands holding his stomach.
Steve stood up, stretching a decent amount before striding to the door. "I guess I'll be babysitting your tater tots first, Mr and Mrs Munson." He shook his head.
"I'm gonna head to the store and be back later to pick up your kids and take ‘em home. Need anything? Milk? Eggs?” He wiggled his brows, “Condoms?"
Steve threw his head back in an exaggerated laugh, slamming the door behind him and leaving the six of you to your devices.
Eddie buried his face in your shoulder, feeling you holding in your chuckles as you patted his head.
"That's what I get for teasing."