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Re. anon asks - I *did* say it was going to happen this morning, then I overslept and had to get dressed n ready for work in the car like that mr bean episode, got held up at work for an extra hour, then held up by (self-diagnosed) minor but recurring car troubles that definitely deserve way more attention than I’ve currently paid them (in every sense of the word ugh $$), got stuck at home arguing a credit charge for about 2 hours, and then got an email saying it was the 70th anniversary of the flatswood UFO sghting sooo went down that uplanned rabbit hole for a little and now here we are

Frustrated and wired and working on asks hooo boy

Still at it -  typing n banging away and making headway on something I don't find complete garbo

anyway! thats for me

Also I’m just deciding now

Wayne Munson is gay and autistic – I base this solely on 3 things – 1. his extensive, carefully displayed, collection of mugs and trucker caps, 2. the fact that he reminds me SO SO much of my, not diagnosed, but very very clearly autistic grandpa (RIP), and 3. my absolute need for him to be a gay elder to the party and Eddie’s grouchy & gruff, but secretly bigbig-heated softie, guncle

Tying into this - Eddie comes by his music genre obsessiveness honest and Wayne is a huge bluegrass & folk aficionado. His prized, ‘save in case of fire’, possession is his ‘Lavender Country’ vinyl, with the sleeve signed with little messages by the whole band

Also one day I’ll write something for my fav stranger things crack!ship - Murray/Wayne.

Oh wow!!! So happy to have received some more anons and sorry I’m so slow getting to them! Have an on-off relationship with sleep rn but will get to them in the morning x

Sure was nice of Albo to give us a long weekend on this, the upcoming anniversary of the death of Meatloaf’s career in Australia. RIP King.

The hyper unique problem of getting your first chubby!Steve Harrington ask, but having spent so long in Chubby!Eddie Munson headspace that you don’t know what to do with yourself

OKAY HI HI

OKAY OKAY SO I GOT AN ASK.

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.

the pain of having a jank laptop that is basically a step above a typewriter

Joseph Quinn and a guitar. That's it.

soft

LMAO have a prolonged migraine for like 60+ hours and come out of it to find out Miss Lizzy bit it??

Hello, I have had a shit health week, clawing my way out now but feeling like dirt n death. If anyone would like to send chubby!Eddie or chubby!Steve asks I’m here. Or send anything at all ! - I’m feeling like a slimy hermit right now.

Need something to get me through the upcoming clean-a-thon that comes from neglecting a household for 3+ days 😭

My three girlfriends.

And yea, they smoke weed.

Oh my god! Thank you! The music snobbery is so unfounded and often so over the top. But also - Eddie’s deliberately outside the bounds of the mainstream sure, but it’s almost defensively? If there’s any actual instance of music snobbery funnily it’s when Eddie is on the receiving end of it, like the scene when Eddie is defending his own music taste and the worth of his favourite genre. How this translates to Eddie deriding any and all other music is such a prevalent and weird characterisation to me?

Sometimes i get a lil sad when in fanfics i see steve doing his damnest to listen and like eddie's music, and ends up liking it a lil bit bc he loves him, and then we have eddie endlessly mocking steve's taste in music and making 0 effort to understand or Just tolerate it.

Idk, it feel like a statement. "steve is objectively Wrong in music and has to be changed. Eddie is right and should Never put effort in steve's tastes."

it feels a lil mean? You can make effort and care for something that someone loves because you love them, and you want to understand why they love that thing.

Alright another chubby Eddie gremlin!!!

So glad to have you in our gremlin corner!!

Just picture Steve baking trays of cookies and stuff to bring to Hellfire meetings like a good significant other/den mother.

Making everyone a tray to share, but Eddie his own personal dozen or so for himself.

"Why does Eddie get his own tray of cookies and we have to share?" someone asks.

Steve rolls his eyes, "Because I baked love into those cookies, and I love him."

-Clem🍊

Thank you!!! Happy to join in the gremlin hivemind! 🥰🥰

Also this ask: yesss!!!! - so sweet! 💝💝 Also can so easily picture the immediate responding chorus of kids disgusted groaning n moaning, “ew” (Max) “yuuck” (Dustin) and sticking their fingers down their throat making gag/vomit noises (Mike), like geez mum, dad stoooop! You’re so embarrassing god! 😫😫😖😖

Steve would just plant an obnoxiously loud, wet smooch on Eddie’s cheek and retreat totally unphased, while Eddie just looks so rosy cheeked, plump, proud and smitten (secretly, Will, El, and Lucas all think caretaking is the height of romance, n think it’s sincerely, and unironically super sweet & romantic, BUT are totally silent coz NONE! of them are gonna cop to this for fear of risking the ensuing ribbing…)

But oh my god!! The timing of this ask coz I was totally daydreaming along these lines the other day!

Thinking along the lines of Steve and Eddie, feeling out their way when just getting into a relationship, particularly with regard to everyday, simple supportive acts - like, they’ve both been shown to disdain, and look down on each others chosen hobbies in-show - Steve looking down on nerds and associated activities, and Eddie looking down on ”a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets” come to mind..

But they each catch their meaner, reflexive judgments early on, a little shamefacedly, and they mutually & separately make a concentrated effort to really try for each other to at least give what the other likes a good n open-minded chance, it’s still the honeymoon phase and the need to know everything about the other person, and spend as much time together as possible is ~powerful~~

Now Eddie is not stepping foot on a basketball court anytime soon (boy is an absolute flailing unco and I will not change my mind on this, accident prone and could trip over his own feet when standing still) but he really does make an effort and tries to watch games when Steve invites him to….with completely mixed results

He’s good at getting the basics & the rules once it’s explained to him, his brains wired well for that already, but the finer points of the techniques & action & passage of play are lost on him, and he absolutely zoooones, like brain completely on another plane, during the games until Steve addresses him directly or reacts out-loud to something/anything (“oh my god!! EDDDIE!! Did you see that?!” “Honestly Steve..no I didn’t”). But strangely it’s fine, he’ll sit with Steve in (amazingly!shockingly!*) almost silence for the duration of a game, offering up smiles, cheers, back slaps & consolations appropriately, and mostly he’ll just adoringly watch Steve be excited about something he loves. Steve appreciates the effort so much, also likes so much the idea that these are basically covert dates (hashtag the 80s), takes the opportunity to make sure he buys Eddie a tonne of Stadium snacks like hot dogs and pretzels whatever, Steve’s paying for everything (date!!) and keeping Eddie very well fed and all up, they have a good time. Eddie’s with him, and Steve feels heard, seen & loved, and adjacent to that, it’s almost just meditative quality time for Eddie. Watching (“staring in the direction of” in Eddie’s case) basketball is *nice*, but eventually once their relationship is more established - it’s sorta solidified as a Steve-only thing, moreso, becomes a Steve & Lucas bonding activity, which is all good, and Eddie will join if Steve asks but it’s not something they *have* to do together all the time. It’s something Steve loves, and Eddie loves him. End of.

On the flip side - Steve is at a HUGE LOSS whenever a single thing about D&D is explained to him. No matter how many times. Mucks up the names, can’t keep score to save himself, it’s actually in one ear n out the other at record speed, his minds not even like a sieve, but more like a salad spinner turned to 11

It makes him a bit insecure, being unable to reciprocate, not having the type of mind to at least grasp the basics like Eddie was able to quite easily with basketball. Doubly so coz he can see the effort Eddie’s making to be very patient with him.

He gets put out & down on himself briefly, but Steve’s a) resilient, and b) a pragmatist. So whatever! he can’t/won’t join in, can’t find it in himself to follow the campaigns as they happen in front of him** but he has other things he can do to help and be a part of Eddie’s passions!

Hellfire Club consists of hungry, bottomless pits of growing teenage boys (and an Erica, and occasionally guest starring a Max and/or an El), and his likewise ~*growing*~, bottomless-pit-to-rule-all-bottomless-pits, adult boyfriend at the helm.

They have some sort of informal snack roster that no one seems to remember or follow, except for Dustin and Jeff (and also, loudly, unwelcomely, and un-contributing-ly, Max) so inevitably every meeting begins with a 10 minute squabble about who was supposed to &didn’t bring the required snacks, So great! an easy role to step in and fill! A quick calculation of his Family video wages vs the amount of pre-packaged stuff he’d be buying each week on the reg means homemade it is!

So Steve picks himself up, and throws himself into the kitchen!

Steve’s always been okay in a kitchen, and since he’s been interested in Eddie, (interested in taking care of him initially, and then REAALLY 😳 interested in taking care of him) he’s gotten to really enjoy baking, and gotten pretty confident with it.

Nowadays, baking is a stress relieving means, to an often sexy ends, for Steve. The act of baking itself, Steve finds, quiets his mind, so he’ll bake up a storm easily n happily without thinking twice on it. Also, Steve likes collecting and trying new recipes, being adventurous! But he’s still not yet really confident enough in his baking output to release new untested creations on an unsuspecting, and what he knows will be a definitely judgy, audience.

So sadly, I mean, “Eddie?” He’s gonna need a taste tester. 😔 It’s the logical and *only* solution. Only thing for it. 😉

Help me Eddie Munson, you’re my only hope.

Eddie easily acquiesces, with an affectionate eye roll, a kiss, and a knowing smirk.

So begins a new weekly project.

Monday night is dress rehearsal: Monday afternoon Steve will bake a tray of goods, or more, depending on how much would be needed to feed the whole of Hellfire (“Geez Stevie do you really need to make so much the first time round?” “Cmon Ed’s, It wouldn’t be a true trial if I altered the recipe in any way” [he says, despite having already doubled it] “okay darlin, whatever you say”) Eddie’ll saunter in “honey I’m home”-ing from work, come up and hug Steve from behind, soft belly hitting Steve’s back first and squishing up warmly against him, surrounding him, and saying in a deliciously deep voiced whisper “Whatcha got for me tonight sweetheart?” It’s a wonder Steve’s even able to remember the names of whatever goods he’s just baked sometimes

There’s a bit of pretence each time - Steve asking Eddie’s honest opinion as he feeds him each serve by hand:

“I mean maybe the salts a bit much? What do you think Eddie?”

Eddie somewhat breathlessly replying, playing a true critic, like “Hmm maybe babe. Didn’t notice on that last one though. Better try another to really make sure. I’ll pay extra attention this time” no bite is truly enough to say for certain that the recipe absolutely needs no tweaking.

And Eddie will hold Steve to his initial word and insist on eating the whole thing

“God Baby…you sure you can take anymore? You’re looking pretty full, say the word and we can call it a night”

Eddie’s shirts ridden up and Steve’s non-feeding hand is delicately circling Eddie’s massive taut, pale belly

But Eddie will refuse to even unbutton his straining pants, refuse to stop until the batch is truly finished,

“Now, now, Stevie, what are you even saying? It wouldn’t be a true trial if I didn’t try the whole. Unaltered recipe. Wouldn’t want to let all your hard work go to waste”

And Jesus the amount of busted jeans Eddie is going through weekly….Steve’s saving on pre-packaged goods but he definitely feels guilty in a practical way for Eddie’s sake, so that money instead goes towards keeping Eddie comfortably clothed

——————

*maybe not that “amazingly”. Boy is loud and chatty, but clearly has a rich imaginative life, most likely almost catatonic with the weight of his imagination through his whole schooling experience. Eddie WANTS to graduate, can’t seen him as a completely disruptive class presence, primarily a lost one. Quietness might not be totally foreign..initially Steve’s amazed I guess but not once he knows Eddie better

**just side note - the brain barrier Steve faces throws him here, coz when Eddie’s running ideas by him and explaining his DM storylines? He’s hanging on every word! Like “yeahyeah!! Sounds awesome babe! 🥰”then…When everyone’s actually playing & interacting? arguing and in-joking with each other? Might as well be another language, what is even going on…

— So also I’ve got more to this, sorry so much was mostly just table-dressing and setting establishment, but kinkier addition to follow 🙈

really truly cannot stand when Steve is painted as a fragile softboi who will crumble at an unkind word.

Steve is a (barely) reformed mean girl. His instinct is still going to be to bite back meaner. We literally see it as recently as season 4 when Dustin is getting too close to the bone, Steve goes too mean. He immediately cops to it and apologizes (because, reforming) but that's still how he's wired.

His skin is thick, his mouth is mean. Steve is a bitch (and I like him so much)

mike thinks that eddie is like the coolest person ever and is absolutely devastated that he's dating the guy mike thinks is the absolute lamest, steve.

A friend sent it to me and I think many of us are like this hahahahaha

argyle is the person you want on your team in an apocalypse

LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS:

WOODWORKING skills

COOKING skills

TRACKING skills

FORAGING SKILLS??!

GUYS????? argyle needs to and will hopefully become an integral, ESSENTIAL member of the big kids gang. he knows so much and this is only addressing his survival skills

in THIS HOUSE, we love argyle!!!

Granted I’m new to reblogging - but what’s up with all music being directly linked to Spotify and just with every click, everytime, obliterating my carefully chosen Spotify queue?? Why? Terrible.

Alice cooper & Jason Voorhees 

#just bros being bros

Hello - starting up a blog proper to hopefully get more creative juices flowing. Maybe one day I might be able to write a coherent fic but for now it’s more stream-of-consciousness-fic-adjacent-babble

Basically riding a recent wave of weight-gain-feedism-kink scenario inspo in the stranger things fandom, lost the spark for a week or so and really wanting it back, so….open blog now? Idk

Send asks, if you want? 🔮

Side note, I love this gif, his face looks so chubby here (affectionate)

man on the chubby steve agenda, eddie likes to tease how how spoilt he is; tubby rich boy yknow

I'm probably always going to lean more chubby Eddie in my preferences, but I do like the idea of spoiled rich boy stuff 🤤

Hi this isn't really like fun or hot in itself but I just wanna say that I came across your blog recently and reading through all of your writing and asks has been really helpful for me in terms of getting over body and sexual insecurity. I'm especially happy to find an account where the user and their community isn't so clearly negatively fetishistic and degrading (in your own words, "no talking about gaining weight as "ruining" him" or any other negative or gross stuff). It's really nice to see someone being positive and soft and domestic, even with the goblin brain stuff, and to have a place where stuff I'm a fan of can mingle with the kinky stuff openly and without total perversion. It's like a sweet lil safe space honestly.

I think I'm not making any sense, but just know that I thank you. I enjoy your posts and I appreciate you. <3

This means so much to me! I really appreciate this message 🥰🥰🥰

It sometimes feels like a difficult needle to thread, but it seems logical to me. Right? It's like you can have kinky stuff like stuffing/teasing/light degradation but with the understanding that like everyone who is participating in it is doing so consensually. Like it's a fantasy I'm writing usually so I don't have them verbally check in with each other but I certainly would if I were trying to negotiate a scene like this with a partner irl.

I just know as a kinky fat person that like a lot of fat positive stuff is really vanilla and there's way too much openly negative fetishistic stuff around online, but I want to be a part of making a space to talk about fat and kink in a way that's, like, self aware I guess

I'm just glad you feel safe and enjoy it all! 🥰🥰

🏋️‍♂️ anon

YES YES YES HOLY EFFING HELL YES!!!!

I love ALL OF THIS

and misha you're totally right about mickey making it rain feel.

I love that eddie checks with steve first to make sure this is all totally okay before doing it because PTSD is a real thing and he wants to make sure above all is his stevie being okay upstairs.

EDDIE FUCKING ACTING LIKE HE WAS AN ATHLETE???!!! DEAD YOU HAVE KILLED ME

His little hamming it up, going on and on about different coaches and advices.

Uugghh I love it!!

Just imagine one day grocery shopping or some shit steve runs into an actual coach that eddie managed to name correctly and invites him for dinner.

He comes and Eddie is so fucking thrown off but tries to bluster his way through conversation.

"What was it you were saying coach daniels helped you with senior year? Helping with your wrestling grips and flips?" Steve asks looking between the two.

Eddie blushing and cutely flustered "oh yeah, what was it you used to say coach grip the wrists not the fingers when doing the head grip?"

Coach daniels looking bewilderdly at steve like 'are you two fucking with me?'

And then to eddie, double the size the once hunger panged framed boy he remembered was, a belly peeking through his tight hellfire shirt, he definitely remembered the shirt but not the kid.

"Uh no freddie,"

"Eddie."

"Eddie my apologies, the proper hold for that move is the exact opposite "

Eddie blushing and steve grinning at him like the bird that got the canary.

When the coach leaves steve offering to demonstrate those grips on eddie so he can manhandle him teach him a lesson about fibbing.

Eddie being right back to it the next time steve works out.

"Hey babe coach William's said to keep your back straight with that move, then roll your shoulders forward"

🍊

Hahaha I love it 🍊, I don't know whether Steve would actually invite some rando into their space, but I can absolutely imagine basically all of this as like a

"Guess who I ran into today at the store, Eddie? Remember, coach Williams? You know the guy you've been giving me such great advice from? It's funny he doesn't really remember you."

"yeah well it's been a few years..."

"hmm yeah I bet. Wonder if he'd even recognize you these days...what weight class were you back in the day, Edds? Featherweight? Ya know I hate to break it to you but I don't know if they have a name for your weight class, big guy"

And they're both just panting and dry mouthed and pressing against each other pretending to be casual

chubby eddie munson has me feeling many feelings and i think there needs to be more content