Mike Thinks That Eddie Is Like The Coolest Person Ever And Is Absolutely Devastated That He's Dating

Will still never get how anybody could think Eddie Munson is a music snob. Dude was wanted for murder & grand theft auto, and was still headbanging his heart out to CCR. Like, genre is but a preference.

When someone comes out Steve's immediate gut reaction is to drag their taste in romantic prospects. Robin rejected him and came out and he went full "okay fine but please like BETTER girls oh my god" like the Mean Girl he is. God bless.

When Will blurts that he's in love with Mike (which... Yeah Steve knew that one.) Steve goes "okay there's nothing wrong with liking boys but why wheeler?? You can do so much better Will. Seriously. Literally anyone else." And will is just ?????? He just said he liked boys and Steve's biggest issue is that it's Mike?! "Mike is being a jerk!! He's ignoring you!! Dump his ass, Will!" Most confusing acceptance ever.

Eddie confesses to Steve and the man blinks at him like "but...I'm a prep?? And bitchy? And have had, like, five concussions?"

And Eddie is like "what the fuck are you talking about"

"I'm just saying I doubt I'm your usual type! Obviously I like you back but you could probably do better"

"Steve are you saying my feelings are reciprocated while also being self deprecating n order to insult my taste in men?"

"oh. Yeah. Oops."

Lucas and max come out without specifying crushes (except on each other) so there is no need to drag them for their taste in men or women.

Dustin is like "I literally only like Suzie" and Steve is like "I know this and I love you (and her)" BC Suzie is amazing and helped save the world too. And grey ro/ace Dustin.

The only person whose taste he doesn't criticize is Mike and that's because when he says he's in love with will Steve just goes "he's too good for you" and nothing else.

I really don’t mean to be catty to that one fic writer I mentioned in the tags, I was probably in a shit mood that day and this critique is coming from somebody with not a single fic to their name who is still plugging away at 5 kinky asks

Will still never get how anybody could think Eddie Munson is a music snob. Dude was wanted for murder & grand theft auto, and was still headbanging his heart out to CCR. Like, genre is but a preference.

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IMAGINE CHUBBY EDDIE ALR? IMAGINE EVERYTIME STEVE AND EDDIE GET IN AN DISCUSSION EDDIE JUST LIFTS HIS SHIRT SHOWING HIS CHUBBY BELLY AND STEVE IS ALL OVER HIM. NOT EVEN REMEMBERING THE DISCUSSION.

AND IMAGINE THE FIRST TIME STEVE SEES EDDIE'S CHUBBY BELLY AND HE IS JUST LIKE "WOW WHY DID YOU HIDE THIS FROM ME? THIS IS AMAZING! ARE YOU HUNGRY? LET'S GET YOU SOME SNACKS I WANT YOU TO BE BIGGER" AND EDDIE JUST LAUGHS BUT HE'S HONESTLY TOTALLY INTO IT SO HE JUST AGREES YOU KNOW! AAAAAAAH SORRY IM SUPER EXCITED OVER CHUBBY EDDIE!

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD! AND I WISH YOU A VERY GOOD DAY!

Omg hello Anon!!! Love your enthusiasm! Hope I can match it!!

And lmao I love this!!

Especially because - loving sexy times aside! - Eddie and Steve, as exemplified in their mutual found-positions of surrogate parents to a ragtag bunch of kids, definitely find themselves filling a role akin to ‘parents with very differing ingrained philosophies’ concerning the absolute most mundane n boring of everyday things.

They’re both fussy, and particular, and while ultimately compatible, these dudes b.i.c.k.e.r.

So this ends up going hand in hand with Eddie’s strategic figuring out of exactly how much Steve appreciates Eddie’s growing heft (short answer being ‘YES! GOOD YES! VERY MUCH MORE PLS!’ but Eddie doesn’t understand that immediately, its not been said explicitly just yet so they’re in the feeling out stages)

Eddie’s pretty good at not lying to himself, so he’s aware he’s put on a good couple (dozen) pounds, but also, his recent largesse can be put to the ministrations of an overeager caretaker of a boyfriend, offering seconds, thirds, and then some, at every meal. Granted, Eddie’s not exactly saying no to anything on offer, but he’s also noticed that, despite going up two pants sizes, its not like Steve’s slowed down on offering that little bit extra at every meal.

So Eddie’s just putting the facts at hand together and either a) Steve is loveblind & really doesn’t care, or b) he does care & he’s too polite to bring it up, or….c) Steve likes it. And given the way Steve’s eyes light up, and take on a certain haze when Eddie says yes to that oft offered forth serve of whatever they’re eating…Eddie’s willing to put money on an option.

So what’s a guy to do but show off his newfound assets?

Eddie starts experimenting. Just a little trial and error – testing it out when Steve’s on a tear about something domestic, inconsequential and boring (Steve’s never made him feel anything less than adored in bed, and Eddie may have passed science by the skin of his teeth, but he knows an experiment depends on controls and stuff. So boring times call for experiments)

So Steve’s gotten started on a rant about how actually! Eddie, its not the same if you just hang dry certain shirts and ironing certain pieces of clothing can be important! And its not the same thing, and people *do* notice crinkled shirts! Cmon these creases can be seen from space!

And while Steve’s had his eyes glued to a (perfectly creaseless! Whats Steve even talking about?) shirt – Eddie’s subtly rucked his pants under his now quite generous & noticeable underbelly, and under his thick love handles, slightly hitching up his shirt as he rubs the top of his own belly. Just staring at Steve as he paces, not paying any mind to his own body on show, waiting for his boyfriend’s gaze to swing his way.

And really, its pretty obvious this experiment doesn’t need three repeats for Eddie’s hypothesis to win out (do hypotheses win? Whatever, it sure feels like a win to Eddie!) because the way Steve’s oh-so-passionate defence of ironing boards** stumbles n crumbles to an ungraceful halt once he turns his sight Eddie’s direction, the way his mouth gets frozen in a beautifully dopey, open-mouthed, disbelieving smile, and the way his eyes widen and subtly rove up & down, and *absolutely* eat up every inch of Eddie…oh yep. Steve is most definitely, at the very leeeast, a fan of the extra weight Eddie’s been throwing around.

Like a fat cat who got the canary, Eddie’s not beyond playing with his prey.

“Hmm I guess I can see your point of view Steve,”

Eddie makes like hes squinting at the shirt in Steve’s hands, leans forward, so his belly drops that little bit lower over his pants,

And really, is steve that worried about creases honestly because he’s not helping the way hes messing up that shirt in his clutches.

“Oh..Oh yeah?” Steve croaks out.

Eddie walks a bit closer, makes sure to keep his face coy and thoughtful, one hand still rubbing his belly and steadily pulling his t-shirt closer to the crest of his belly. And oh yeah, Steves attention is definitely pulled in by that motion.

When he’s close enough to Steve, he plucks the shirt out of Steve’s now almost limp, but fisted, hands and makes to scrutinise it all on his own, holding it up to the light.

Steve’s eyes are clearly telegraphing Eddie’s every movement, but Eddie? Eddie’s eyes are only on the shirt and discussion at hand, totally!

Eddie exaggeratedly lowers his outstretched arms, cocks his hip, knowing from studying himself in the mirror that this move truuuuly accentuates just how big his love handles have gotten recently, feels the jiggle of his own body and the new plump fold of belly over hip that wasn’t there just months ago

“I guess I never really noticed those creases until you showed me in this light”

And Steve actually licks his lips!

“yeah you..see the..creases..that fabric needs..yeah”

And bless Steve for trying to keep up their previous petty domestic tiff but holy shit, Eddie has to bite his lip from laughing in Steve’s gorgeous face because he’s never actually seen someone rendered this helplessly dickmatised in real life!

total cop out - I actually have no idea how to wrap this up, kudos and go ahead if anyone wants to carry on, but basically I just see the pretence of discussion then drawn out and getting to a point just below Eddie all but saying “You are completely and unfailingly correct and I one thousand percent agree with you Steve Harrington!” before Steve’s brain comes back online and the jig is up and Steve knows he’s been caught ogling and, in a loving gruff way, manhandles a giggling jiggling Eddie towards the bed.

I don’t see this tactic employed in too many big discussions (discussions being key operative word, Eddie getting Steve out of his own head by flashing a bit of belly is a different matter), but for smaller domestic scuffles? Hell yeah, Eddies taking this one to the bank!

Eddie’s living for this new discovery. And oh goddd does Steve rue. The. Day! That he handed Eddie that get-out-of-jail-free card.

**Just for my own need for completion - they do sort this out btw, if theres a shirt Steve *insists* be ironed and not hung dry – he needs to write it in laundry proof marker on the tag and make that clear, and sure, whoever does washing will iron it! Although Steve also sees Eddies POV on a lot of shirts, and hung dry does often produce the same result, and relaxes his “must iron” rule for a lot of shirts. Sexy sexy compromise. Besides with how skin tight a lot of Eddie’s shirts usually end up, a lot of this becomes a total non-argument for at least half their laundry.

1979 Hair posters, art by Bob Peak

ArgyleShirtSupply!Anon again

Just read the Steve knitting ask 🥺🥺 guess the theme of the moment is clothing

Because I also just had a thought - Steve constantly measuring Eddie for horny gremlin reasons

But also Steve is such a mother hen and caregiver and wants the best for the ppl he loves

So he’s got these measurements - might as well put them to some use

So takes up some basic sewing - helping Eddie patch up the holes in his pants from chin rub and fixing split seams and letting stuff out

Saving Eddie money and from having to get rid of clothes he loves on such a constant basis

Eddie feeling touched and so loved by his boy

That said, that’s only the treatment certain clothes get, the absolute favourite clothes of Eddie’s, other clothes are *ahem* favourites in other ways and destined to be happily destroyed by his big boyfriend’s growing bod

I am an absolute slut for clothes bursting 🥵🥵

Imagine the two of them wanting to do like an instant weight gain scene with each other so little "seamstress" Steve uses a seam-ripper to loosen the back seam of a pair of old jeans so that they burst when he bends over, nicks the collar of an old shirt so that it starts to run and can easily be torn apart. And all of this so that they can play act Eddie blimping in front of their eyes overflowing his clothes growing fatter and heavier, wondering if they'll be able to stop it... wondering if they want to stop it.

Or another scene where baby dom Steve wants to show Eddie what a fat pig he's been, and show him how he's been eating himself out of all his clothes. Forcing Eddie to jump and bounce and struggle to fit his 3XL body into his old M clothes

Ughhh it's all so good 🤤🤤