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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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eddie, steve

.🥞✨

‘uh, the pancakes with bacon please, extra syrup? thanks.’

eddie knows that order. he makes it every saturday night, so late it’s almost morning.

but he’s never heard that voice before, never heard it so close, right by the pass window.

he swallows. turning from the sink in the back to face out into the diner, someone’s sat at the counter, right across from him.

the most beautiful boy eddie’s ever seen.

he’s looking right at eddie, cheeks slightly pink, fiddling with a still wrapped straw. he looks perfect and cozy and adorable, hair sleep rumpled and in a hoodie that swallows up his soft lines, making him look even softer.

‘coming right up.’ eddie rasps, his own cheeks colouring.

but the boy, he smiles. ducks his head, looks up at eddie through his lashes.

eddie’s a fucking goner.

steve can’t believe it. his eyes are even bigger this close up, big and brown and sparkling with life.

his hands are just as nice this close up too, delicate but capable as they move around where steve can see. he sticks his tongue out a little when he concentrates. it’s adorable.

he’s the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

he puts steves finished pancakes in the window with a little smile, rings the bell and seems to blush even harder. almost cringing at the sound. it’s makes steve laugh, he’s cute.

and they’re still the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am. even sober and nervous and exited like he is.

steve can’t help closing his eyes like always when he takes his first bite. always blown away by their sweet fluffy texture. and he makes his way through them a little quicker than normal, without robin to distract him.

they taste as good as normal but he’s right there. right there watching steve eat them. something about it makes him feel shy, barely daring to look up from his plate. but when he does the line cook has the softest smile on his face and steve relaxes, tucks his hand under his hoodie to rest on his stomach like normal. finished his pancakes.

when steve looks up again, the guy is staring at his empty plate, kind of stuck in space. but then he vanished for a moment and the door to the kitchen opens. and he’s coming over, picking up the syrupy plate and he has freckles, bats tattooed on his arm.

he’s so close. he’s so pretty this close.

the prettiest guy steve’s ever seen.

‘eddie?’ steve blurts, exited, finally able to read his name tag. his names eddie.

his name is eddie.

eddie’s cheeks get pink, the tips of his ears. he looks at steve with wide eyes ‘yeah?’ he asks, voice small and confused.

steve grins at him. ‘your names eddie.’ and he watched eddie’s smile bloom, he has dimples.

‘wha’ eddie clears his throat. ‘what’s yours?’ and steve feels his heart burst, feels like sunshine and crisp leaves.

‘steve.’ he says, a little breathless.

‘steve.’ eddie whispers.

‘when do you go on break?’ steve asks, heart beating in his throat.

eddie just shrugs, eyes still wide. ‘whenever. as long as there’s no customers in.’ and steve realises he’s the only one here. it makes him blush more, for some reason.

‘make us another batch?’ he asks, deciding to be brave, leaning over the counter, just to be a little closer. ‘we can share.’ and it’s so worth it. to see the smile grow on eddie’s face, watch him nod, watch a curl slip out of his bun. watch him work his magic through that little pass window. stealing glances at steve as he goes.

watching steve enjoy his food is even better close up. even better than eddie could’ve imagined.

they’re sitting in steve’s usual booth, eddie’s where robin normally sits, he finally has a name for the cool girl steve hangs out with. gets to hear a little about how they met, can tell he loves her, so much. it’s sweet, his eyes shining as he talks.

so is the way steve cuts the pancakes, sweet, pushing perfectly stacked mouthfuls towards eddie to have. pancake, bacon, pancake. all covered in syrup, sticky and delicious.

eddie never really even liked pancakes much, more of a waffle guy. but sitting here, watching steve eat them, laughing and smiling at things eddie says. jaw just a little soft, upper lip smattered with hair. watching steve sigh and stretch when they’re done. that hand coming to rest on his stomach again, the way it always does, every saturday night.

eddie knows he’ll always love pancakes.

‘how do you get them to be so good?’ steve asks, hand circling eddie’s wrist loosely, stopping him before he goes back to his job, an orders come in, he has to go. but steve needs to ask, wants to know. wants one more moment with him.

eddie smiles, takes steve’s hand and kisses the back of it. and it’s so out of place, at denny’s, at 4 am that steve giggles, almost manic. it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to him.

‘they’re made with love sweetheart.’ eddie says, looking up at him from his bow, kissing his hand again before walking away. the napkin with steve’s number on tucked safely in his back pocket.

steve’s forearm scrawled in the black ink of eddie’s own.

steve goes home and falls straight to sleep. so late its almost morning, like every saturday night.

he dreams of brown eyes, and syrup.

fin.

ty for reading! mwah!

@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @spectrum-spectre @stevesbipanic @finntheehumaneater @goodolefashionedloverboi @acedorerryn @scoops-aboy86

#this was so fun #ty for for tagging along #<3 #hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby steve harrington #ideas #i hope u all one day have romantic pancakes at 3am

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scoops-aboy86 · 2 months

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Rockstar Eddie Munson taking his husband Steve on a tour of Europe. They’re well past their Upside Down days, both starting to go a little gray. Eddie has his wild stage antics to stay in shape for, but Steve with his school counselor desk job has softened considerably over the years.

During their stop in London, Eddie brings Steve to the Ritz and treats him to an extravagant afternoon tea. The next table over seems to be doing the exact same thing, a tall and wiry man with red hair and sunglasses passing little plate after little plate to a rather more portly fellow with white-blond curls who every now and then gives happy little sighs and pleased little wiggles, just like Steve.

“Eds, can you pass me more of those round pastry things?” Steve asks, reeling Eddie’s attention back in to focus on how content his sweetheart looks, trying a little bit of everything to start and then moving systematically through the rest in order of alright to favorite. He looks, Eddie thinks, only a few minutes from surreptitiously unbuttoning his pants and untucking his shirt, prepared to leave it that way for the long haul and probably all the way back to the hotel.

“Of course, angel,” Eddie replies, reaching easily for the requested dish.

He doesn’t notice Sunglasses at the next table looking over with a raised eyebrow, suspicious at first but then softening into a huff of amusement at who knows what. Or the little wave of the man’s hand, a few extra plates appearing on both his and Steve and Eddie’s table. Or the blond man smiling beatifically with a honeyed, “Oh Crowley, you old sap.”

#wg steddie #chubby steve harrington #feeder eddie munson #rock star eddie munson #surprise! it’s a cute little good omens crossover!#scoops words

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flowercrowngods · 3 months

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still on my journey to get better at smut, so uhhhh

chubby!steve fucking eddie at a highschool reunion

(explicit, ca. 1.1k | dom-ish top steve, belly kink, light degradation kink, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, reunion sex??)

Eddie lets out a high-pitched moan as Steve lifts him off the ground, crowding him against the wall with all that glorious, glorious strength, manhandling Eddie like it’s nothing. If his dick weren’t already painfully hard and throbbing with need, it would be now, trapped as it is against Steve’s belly. It’s the hottest thing Eddie’s ever experienced.

“That what this is, baby?” Steve taunts, slowly grinding against Eddie, the bulge in those preppy-ass pants hot and hard against him.

Eddie moans again, shaking his head in denial even though they both know it’s useless, pointless. He’s been exposed. Quite literally, too.

“You think I’m sexy like this? I make you hard just from looking at me? Don’t think I didn’t see you there, Munson.”

God, the mouth on this man! Eddie never did stand a chance.

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, letting me manhandle you like that. Think I can fuck yon against the wall, Eddie? Hold my dainty little princess up while I fuck all the words right out of your dirty little mouth, hmm?”

Eddie moans again, his hands finding their way into Steve’s hair, tugging and pushing and pulling him closer, closer, closer. He needs more. He needs Steve to do all of that and more. Come inside him, mark him up, let it trail out of him while they return to the gym — or leave him like that for everyone else to see, everyone else who happens to walk by this abandoned classroom in search for some privacy.

It’s been ten years. Ten years since Steve Harrington in all his glory graduated school and left Hawkins behind.

And oh, those years must have been glorious for him if he looks like this now. Bulky. Strong. Magnificent. Like he’s finally grown into that muscle he’s always had and polished it up with some softness.

Eddie was hard the moment he laid eyes on him.

And now here they are — in their old science classroom. If there were any coherent thought left in his mind, he’d make some quip about finally getting some biology lessons.

As it is, though, Steve surges up to claim his lips in a searing, filthy kiss while he divests Eddie of the rest of his clothing.

Eddie is naked now, trapped against the wall by that magnificent bulk of a man who is still fully dressed save for his suit pants being unbuttoned and that white dress shirt open all the way, exposing his hairy chest and tummy. The need to touch him is stronger now than the need to be fucked brainless, and Steve’s groan when Eddie runs his hands up and down those large pecs is absolutely worth the momentary lack of friction.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, unaware of the words leaving his mouth until they find their mark, making Steve falter in his frantic movements.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie swallows. “Always wondered what you’d look like now. Hoped for this.” He trails his hand down the prominent happy trail, all the way to where Steve’s cock is still trapped, leaking against his underwear.

They both moan as Eddie feels him up, gently jerking him as much as the angle allows, and Steve meets his movements with thrusts of his own, which in turn provides friction for Eddie’s throbbing erection.

God, this man is glorious. He wants to shout it from the rooftops.

“That so?” Steve murmurs, hands coming up to Eddie’s hair again, one of them trailing down to his lips. “King Steve was never enough for you, hmm? You wanted more. Always knew you were a greedy little slut, Eddie Munson. Practically begging for it with your little stunts. Wanted my eyes on you, didn’t you? We’re always so stupid for me.”

He moves his hips in a particularly mean thrust that makes Eddie keen, one finger moving past his lips for Eddie to suck while the one in his hair pulls meanly before coming down to his cock, jerking so hard and fast that Eddie’s legs quiver. Not that it matters, with the hold Steve has on him without even using his hands.

Eddie has nowhere to go; one finger in his mouth and a skilled hand on his dick. He doesn’t want to go anywhere. He wants to stay in this moment forever. Wants to tell Steve as much — stupidly — but all that comes out is a series of “Ah—ah—ah—ffffuck!” as the man renders him useless.

“All you had to do was ask,” Steve taunts, condescending in every possible way, and Eddie almost blows his load just then.

“P—Please,” he manages around Steve’s finger in his mouth, and the asshole speeds up. It’s all Eddie can do to shake his head, to whine between his moans and let him know that, No, not like that! “Want you. Need you.”

“You have me,” Steve whispers, his lips touching Eddie’s in an almost-kiss that is so intoxicating Eddie loses all sense of self for a second there.

“Fuck me,” Eddie whines. “Please. F—Fuck me against the wall, fuck the words right, right outta my mouth, fuck— like you said. Like that. Please.”

And oh, Steve does. Prepares him on four fingers until there are no words in Eddie’s brain anymore, clamps his hand over his mouth because “I don’t want anyone to find you just yet, baby. Want you all to myself. Want your cum on my belly and have you clean it up, eat it all like the filthy slut you are.”

He fucks him deeper than anyone’s ever fucked him, leaves him trembling with need even after he’s come twice, splattered Steve’s soft belly with it and almost came a third time just from that vision alone.

“One more, baby,” Steve tells him. “One more for me, then I’m gonna fill you up just like you want it, yeah? Fill you so good, mark you up so everyone knows you spread your legs for the King like my pretty little concubine. My pretty little princess, hmm? You gonna come again for me? Can you be a good boy for me?”

Eddie can. He comes with a muffled shout, adding a third load to Steve’s skin, framed by his otherwise pristine suit in what must be the most obscene vision Eddie’s ever seen.

Steve strokes him through it, gentler now, telling him how proud he is, how good Eddie was for him as he thrusts his hips one, two, three more times before he, too, finds his release in Eddie’s body. Well, in the condom; they’re not stupid. But a man can dream.

And, oh, does he dream. With Steve still inside him, his hips bucking with aftershocks as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck, licking and sucking and biting.

Eddie will always dream of Steve Harrington. Especially after tonight.

was gonna put this in @hotluncheddie’s ask box but then it hit 1k so here we go instead i guess

#steddie fic #steddie #steddie smut #nsft steddie #chubby steve harrington #dio’s smutty ventures #smh look at me posting fic at 3am again #also don’t look at this too hard i’m still practicing dhhdh #this one really has a target audience of one 👀#dio words

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crayonboxcolors607 · 15 days

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There are days when Steve wakes up and he hates his body. Looks in the mirror, disgusted, at the scars across his torso and neck, the stretch marks on his stomach and hips. How his thighs rub up against each other when he walks, how they expand when he sits down. Pulls meanly at the chub that’s accumulated at his tummy and chest.

After the upside down, after everything, Steve gained weight.

Eddie says it’s because he wasn’t constantly in fight-or-flight mode anymore, and his body was finally able to relax.

Robin says it’s because he was destined to have a bit of a dad bod, that it was just the ruling of the universe.

He still works out though. He’s in great shape too. Goes on a few-mile-long run every morning. lifts three times a week. The only thing he’d strongly refused was dieting.

Steve remembers how his mother would come home from her trips with his father, her cheeks gaunt and pale even through her makeup. Her thin frame hidden by a ridiculously expensive shawl.

How she used to sit him down and force him to separate “good foods” from “bad foods”.

How there were never any sweets in the house.

Back when Steve was young enough to need a nanny while his parents were away, he would beg and plead with her to just let him try one piece of candy. One lick of a lollipop. The closest he ever got was three dark chocolate baking chips.

Afterward, when he was left alone, when he was responsible for feeding himself and getting groceries, he would stand in the produce section for fifteen minutes, his mother's voice ringing in his head.

The first time he went to a movie and bought himself a soda and popcorn, he had to leave halfway through to cry.

The first time he had real candy, he almost had a panic attack.

It took him way too long to reteach himself about food, how to remember that food is food and food is fuel. That he should be listening to his body and eating what he wants when he’s hungry.

And here’s the thing. Steve knows that he’s the healthiest he’s ever been. Sees it in Mrs. Henderson’s eyes when he drops Dustin off, how he no longer hears her fussing about him being too skinny.

In Joyce’s smile when he gets up for seconds of his own cooking.

In Hopper and Wayne’s approving ‘dad nods’ when they all sit down over meat from the grill.

So on those days, when Steve wakes up and doesn’t feel like he’s right, he tries to remember that instead.

How Robin curled up against him one movie night, pausing before stating decisively, “You’re softer now dingus. It’s nice. Gives me the best pillow.”

How El will give him hugs that are tight tight tight and tell him he looks like a teddy bear she used to have.

How Eddie will absolutely worship him.

If that man could die beneath Steve, he would. Is far too obsessed with the way Steve’s ass moves.

They’ll get home from hanging out with the Party and Eddie won’t wait a single second before shoving Steve against the wall, mouthing at his neck.

How he pushes Steve onto the bed against his stomach, his face rubbing against the sheets as he braces his hands on Steve’s thighs in a way that causes bruises. Fucks his tongue into him, slow and sinful, telling him, “Go on sweetheart. That’s it, just like that. Doin’ so good for me.” How Eddie moans like Steve is ambrosia from the gods and Eddie can do nothing but lap at their fountain.

How afterward, after steady thrusts and cries of each others’ names and the cooling of dried come, Eddie will cradle Steve close to his chest. Will whisper, “Love you so much, sweetheart. You’re it for me.” How he’ll sing him Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears, because as much as he preaches about hating the conformist bullshit and the top forty hits, he loves to see his boy happy, wiggling in Eddie’s arms as he sings Steve’s favorite song.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #chubby steve harrington #i willingly posted this #knowing full well that people who know me personally follow this blog #jesus fucking christ

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targetf0rce · 1 year

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Steddie with their newborn baby, Lola Robin Munson

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanart #steve harrington fanart #stranger things fanart #eddie munson fanart #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steddie dads #dad steve harrington #dad eddie munson #stranger things #trans steve harrington #yknow?#chubby steve harrington #my art

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year

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The thought of Steve one day having a Hopperesque dadbod and Billy worshiping it with his hands and teeth and lips and tongue, moaning as he bottoms out, bucking against Steve’s plush ass, groping his soft, hairy pecs, marking up his thick thighs with dark purple love bites, taking naps with his head cushioned on Steve’s belly, telling anyone who’ll listen about his hot as fuck husband is what keeps me going day to day.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #chubby steve harrington #middle aged harringrove #lemon #chrisbitchtree writes

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chersteddie2 · 8 days

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#wg story #belly stuffing 🍨

Steve hates working at Scoops Ahoy but when he gets written up for showing up late, a lack of sales, and subpar customer service, he swears to himself he's gonna focus and just do his job. One night just before closing a group of kids come in and order two of the Triple Fudge Sundae and Steve, annoyed but not wanting to risk his job, uses his best customer service voice, sucks up his pride, and heads to the back to make their order. When he comes back out, the group is gone, as well as the cash from the tip jar. The shitheads stole it.

Annoyed and a little stressed out he realizes he can't just throw out the sundaes and he seriously doesn't want to have to rewash everything so he closes the doors, takes the bowls to the breakroom, and gets started. Whip cream, hot fudge, peanuts and cherries decorate the first mountain of ice cream and initially he'd started fast. Pissed off and eating with vigor but after awhile Steve had slowed down, his stomach tight and cheeks hot.

30 minutes have passed since he started, and he's only been able to finish the first sundae, and glancing down, it's clear where it all went. His shirt has ridden up slightly, sailors uniform tight and uncomfortable against his swollen stomach which sits bloated and firm between his thighs. He gives it a small shake, burping tiredly as he prepares himself for the second. By now, it's more than melted, and with determination, he lifts the glass bowl to his lips and starts chugging, stomach groaning as it swells. Steve doesn't stop until he's licked the bowl clean and it's shocking just how big he's managed to make himself. Even just breathing felt difficult with how glutted he was. He'd never felt so full in his life, and all he could do was lean back and try to digest before tomorrow's shift

#wg steddie #wg story #chubby steve harrington

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wh0lemilk0vich · 1 year

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okay so this one has been bouncing around in my head. transfemme!stevie who starts estrogen and her weight redistribution coupled with a bit of happy relationship weight leaves her with no concept of women’s clothing sizing and what actually fits her, especially because it’s so variable by brand. she gets so frustrated in the dressing room when the cute jeans she picked up in medium and large won’t pull beyond her plump thighs, or when certain dress material doesn’t have any give. eddie on the other hand loves to watch the way his favorite girl’s body is changing. eventually, she stops caring as much and most of her clothes fit tightly on her curves, and eddie often finds himself on his knees sucking stevie off when she gets home because of how exquisite she looks in her new clothes. the lingerie is even better because it doesn’t have to look presentable, so her new boobs and fluffy hips look wonderful when they’re adorned with lacey teddies or red thongs. -🫑

🫑anon!!! My heart 🥰🥰🥰🥰

This is so cute and precious to me. I'm such a transfem Stevie truther and this is just soooo good. I can see them dating from pre-transition and then Steve comes out and Eddie is so supportive (Bi/Pan Eddie 🥰), so excited to get to call his Stevie his lady, princess, babydoll, sugar. And Eddie's always been the gift giving/physical touch type, it's just that the gifts of his love language typically tend to be food. Steve's favorite snacks, extra helpings here and there, a sonic run when he's had a bad day.

And like I soooo saw exactly the scene you were describing. Steve's body starts softening, weight distributing to her chest (thanks titty Skittles) and, low in her belly, her ass, hips, thighs; growing beautifully plump and pear shaped. And she's finally ready to start feminizing her wardrobe more. She's been growing out her hair, Robin and Nancy have been helping her with make-up. But she doesn't understand any of the sizing and they couldn't be there to help, and she's too afraid to ask any of the department store staff for help. So when none of the jeans she picked out fit up her thighs, or over her ass, and the dress that does fit is tight and conforms to all of her curves, her flaring hips, and outlines her belly, and she nearly melts down in the changing room. But Eddie comes in and just holds her and tells her how beautiful she is, and looks for some stretchier stuff, grabs a couple higher numbers for now to see how they work. And Stevie has calmed down and is about to undress out of the dress when Eddie's suddenly hugging her from behind, love in his eyes looking at her in the mirror, and he drags his big hands along her sides, emphasizing her figure before rubbing and cupping that soft lower swell that the velvet dress displays prominently saying "Fuck me running, Stevie. This is the best part of dresses" so earnest and aroused, his hot breath in her ear. She can feel him, hard, behind her and looks at herself through his eyes and it's just 🥰🥰🥰.

He can't help himself when they get home, he wants a fashion show, to see her in everything... especially the new stuff they got from Victoria's secret. Like the lacey black cheeky tangas and the starter bralettes and push-ups since Stevie's been getting so busty.

Eddie can't help himself, he gets her out of the lacey bra and sucks her tits, feeling up her ass (giving it a sharp slap to hear her moan), her hips, her gorgeous belly, kissing down her body, biting into that buttery soft roll, before settling his curly maned head between her creamy warm thighs, smacking a loud kiss to her inner thigh, before sucking her off like a hoover.

Stevie has her fingers buried in Eddie's hair, grabbing, and grounding herself on his expert mouth work, his ridiculously talented tongue. She knows she's squeezing her thighs a bit hard, but he's not complaining and he just gives herself over to feeling sexy, beautiful, loved. Because Eddie loves everything about her.

Leads to transfem!chubby!Stevie diner au

#misha speaks #chubby steve harrington #transfem steve harrington #chaser eddie munson #chubby kink #steddie #stranger things #🫑 anon

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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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denny’s line cook eddie who always works the weekend night shifts. they start late enough to still let him still play gigs, awake and wired and needing something to fill his hands. every week though, he falls more and more in love with a boy that comes in late every saturday night. so late it’s almost morning.

he’s usually giggly and tipsy and flush, always sitting in the same booth with the same girl (maybe the coolest girl eddie’s ever seen). he always orders the same plate of pancakes and bacon and always closes his eyes so sweetly around his first bite. like he’d been thinking about it all night, like he couldn’t wait, like he’s starving.

eddie watches him, from his little window at the pass, watches him enjoy the food eddie made him. always in whatever club outfit he’d decided on that week, sometimes mesh shirts that show of the bit of softness at his middle. or with a hanky around his neck like a cowboy. or with glitter on his cheeks and shorts cut so high eddie’s left breathless over being able to see the squish of his thighs, the curve of his ass. sometimes though, it’s just a polo and jeans, and thats one of eddie’s favourites, it’s when he looked most comfortable.

every saturday eddie watches him have his fill, sit back in the booth and sigh. lay a hand on his stomach lightly, with delicate fingers and a wide palm. and eddie falls more in love.

he always watches the two leave, now quiet and sleepy after winding down for the night, and eddie sighs sadly every time, when he hears the bell tinkle and signal their exit.

he doesn’t even know his name.

steve 🥞

final <3

(this was gonna be a little thing for @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx 5+1 but then i decided it should just go here <;3 @pearynice & @scoops-aboy86 think u might like it too <3)

#just a little thing #bc it’s cute #my pining boy #hotlunch #steddie #ideas #chubby steve harrington #just a little #a bit of softness #<3

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scoops-aboy86 · 3 months

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More of the love spell no go au, because of course I did. This one is a little more bittersweet, because it covers the start of Steve's reaction to both the Russian torture and creeping dread that the Upside Down stuff will keep coming back.

He and Eddie are still close! But Steve is about to make some reluctant choices about his eating and activity habits, because he views it as his duty to help keep everyone he cares about safe.

Part 1, part 1.5, part 2

The day Eddie walks up to Scoops Ahoy and it’s still shuttered, he immediately knows that something is wrong. He has Steve’s schedule memorized, and even if he’d called out Robin would still be here. Uneasy, he goes back out to the parking lot and tries casting a locator spell in his van, sweat dripping into his eyes because the AC is still on the fritz.

According to the spell, Steve is miles below the mall. That can’t be right. And usually when Eddie’s magic is a flop he keeps getting different wrong answers, like a math problem that you know you’re forgetting a step somewhere but can’t figure out what it is no matter how many times you do it over. This is consistent: below the mall. Or, below the mall and shifting gradually towards the left at a reasonable walking pace.

It’s so weird that Eddie speeds home and wakes Uncle Wayne, which is usually something he avoids doing but this feels important. Wayne helps him with the spell, but the result is still the same. All Wayne can do is shrug and tell Eddie to trust his intuition when it comes to magic, because making it work through the earth like that can be tricky but Eddie must have at least been casting strong to get such consistent results, and goes back to bed.

Eddie’s confidence in his magic has frankly been shattered ever since the love spell backfired, and he’s actually woefully out of practice for that exact reason. But he drives to approximately directly above where Steve is (a field maybe a mile or two from the mall) and starts casting whatever protection spells he can think of. One of them might only protect Steve from getting cavities, or it might prevent the loss of entire teeth and/or finger and toe nails. He’s not sure. But hey, the dude works in an ice cream shop, better safe than sorry right?

The downside of being so out of practice is that Eddie wears himself out. He keeps at it for most of Wednesday night and Thursday morning, but passes out around afternoon and wakes up in the back of the van after dark drenched in sweat from laying in the van all day even with the windows cracked open, probably lucky he didn’t get heat stroke. At first he can’t figure out where he is or what woke him, but he stumbles outside and sees a plume of smoke rising from where Starcourt Mall used to be, and…

Steve is just walking over to check on Nancy and Jonathan when Eddie’s van screeches up and Eddie himself jumps the barrier that’s supposed to keep civilians out. That’s the first word that comes to Steve’s mind—civilian—because for a few months there he’d managed to forget. But his head hurts, his face hurts, he’d nearly had a fingernail pried off until Robin had blurted out about the code, and the military guys still had yet to find his car keys that the Russians had confiscated. Steve is tired and hungry and still waiting to find out how bad the car crash (which he hadn’t mentioned to the paramedics, one too many things to remember at the time) fucked up his neck, and he forgets to self-moderate. He drops his shock blanket to grab Eddie in a clingy hug, eyes shut tight as he huffs “Don’t ask what happened, just don’t” into Eddie’s shoulder.

The scents of leather and weed have never been more comforting before.

“Hey Munson,” Robin says tiredly, wandering over. “We’re friends-in-law now.”

“What?” Eddie manages over Steve’s disheveled, unwashed hair.

“Steve and I threw up together and became platonic soul mates,” she explains.

“Trauma bonded,” Steve adds, still into Eddie’s jacket. Which kind of explains it a little better. Sort of.

“Not asking,” Eddie decides after a confused moment. “Platonic soulmates, got it. Uh…” He looks around helplessly, recognizing Nancy and Jonathan in the background but no one else in the crowd and he’s just. Standing here with a magnificent hangover and an arm full of Steve Harrington in a bloodied sailor suit. “Anyone need a ride home?”

Only Steve and Robin take him up on the ride, which is fine. He drops Robin off first, and as he’s pulling out of her driveway Steve says, “I don’t know if it’s okay to go to sleep with a concussion.”

Eddie eases the break back on and turns to stare at him. “You have a concussion?”

Steve blinks slowly back at him. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Well… didn’t the EMTs tell you what to do? Like, how to tell if you should go to a hospital or something?”

He shrugs. “I don’t remember. Um… my parents aren’t home though, so I don’t know… Could I stay with you?”

Immediately Eddie thinks of Steve’s big house in Loch Nora, which he’d skulked around a time or two to sell at parties and pine from a distance, compared to the single-wide Munson trailer in Forest Hills. “I don’t know if you’d be comfortable—”

“It’s too much empty space,” Steve says, and there’s a look in his eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen since the first few times he bought weed. Like he’ll sit up all night jumping at shadows. And Eddie gets not wanting to be alone after being in a mall fire (apparently?), but what had put that look there before Starcourt?

“… My place it is.”

Medically, Steve is actually fine to stay alone. He hadn’t been the last time around, after Billy had cracked that plate on his skull, and that’s why Hopper had sent him home with Dustin once the gate was closed; Mrs. Henderson had been a nurse before turning to telemarketing as a way to stay home more with her son. As sure as Steve had been at the time that the Russians had beaten him harder than that, he’s much better then than he had been in November.

Except he’s not. Because Hopper is dead, and even with the gate closed this shit had still managed to come back, and that makes Steve the man of the group but he’s too scared to sleep in his own house, which is full either of dark ceilings for monsters to crawl out of or light bulbs that could start flickering at any moment. So instead he’s here lying on his side, freshly showered and back to back with Eddie on a twin bed that feels like it’s seen better days. Staring at the bedroom door because the thought of sleeping with his back to it had made his throat feel tight. Maybe that was the whiplash, but he doubts it.

Steve knows in his bones that the Upside Down isn’t done with Hawkins yet. He needs to train, to get ready… There’s Robin and Erica to think about, freshly drawn into this, one basically all his fault and the other too young to be dealing with horrors like this no matter whose fault it was. There’s Dustin (electrocuted that Russian doctor to death) and Max (watched Billy die) and the rest of the gremlins (Eleven, fuck, she just lost her dad), freshly re-traumatized and just two months out from entering the meat grinder that was freshman year at Hawkins High. If nothing else, he has to be strong for them. Which means…

Steve sighs, hugging himself tightly under the thin sheet. This whole summer he’d been leaning into doing whatever he felt like, and it hadn’t exactly prepared him for an emergency situation. He’d gotten lucky knocking out that one guard, sheer body weight leaning an extra oomph to the hit he’d landed, and that had ended the fight pretty quickly. But it hadn’t gotten him into the room with vent access fast enough to avoid getting himself and Robin captured. Being on the verge of needing to order the next size up in his work uniform hadn't lent him any protection against that Russian truth serum. All his summer of indulgences had led to was eating multiple bags of trash corn while trying to comprehend Back to the Future, which… not his proudest moment, really, but he had been drugged.

Anyway. The point is, he needs to get back in shape. He is not going to turn into King Steve again, but maybe if he could just get some of it back. Start jogging and working out again, and not indulging his sweet tooth all the time. It’ll suck, but he’s gotta protect his friends—protect Eddie, who hopefully will never have to know about monsters and Russians and little girls with mind powers.

So Steve spends a sleepless night mourning the ice cream cones on his lunch breaks, and extra burgers or slices of pizza whenever ordering takeout, and the way Eddie watches him sometimes. And that last one… Maybe it won’t go away entirely, because they’re close now. Close enough that Steve can apparently just invite himself over and Eddie just lets him without protest, and Steve likes the trailer, likes that it’s small and cozy and actually looks lived in and loved.

Around dawn, he rolls over and tentatively snuggles up against Eddie’s back, tucking an arm around him when Eddie moves unconsciously towards him rather than away.

It’ll hurt to lose any of this. But he knows that Eddie will be some amount of disappointed in him for falling back into the jock mold, so… he just wants to hold on a little longer.

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Part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

#wg steddie #love spell no go au #eddie munson #wayne munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie #platonic stobin #chubby steve harrington #feedee steve harrington

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unspecifiedfigure · 1 year

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more chubby steve 💗💖

#i want to bite him #arghrhrb #steve harrington #stranger things #chubby steve harrington

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jaethecreator · 2 years

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ok chubby billy is cute and i 100% support it, along with chubby steve, but have we thought about chubby eddie?????? recovering from the demobats and softening up, or just eddie’s shit hideout diet in general catching up to him?? or, based off an rp im doing with a friend, imagine rockstar!eddie getting domestic and putting on a few??? ive been craving some chubby eddie content, i cant be the only person waiting for someone to write something with it 😭

#chubby billy #chubby billy hargrove #chubby steve #chubby steve harrington #chubby eddie #chubby eddie munson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st s4 #st

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targetf0rce · 1 year

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Happy Trans Day of Visibility 🏳️‍⚧️

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #t4t steddie #trans steve harrington #trans eddie munson #chubby steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanart #steddie fanart #eddie munson fanart #stranger things fanart #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #my art

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chrisbitchtree · 2 years

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Thinking about Steve gaining a little bit of weight and having a lil’ belly, and he loves how he looks now that he’s a little thicker. Billy loves it too, rubbing it after dinner, using it as a pillow as they watch tv, and running his fingers through the trail of hair on it, just the kind of soft teasing Steve loves.

#steve harrington #harringrove #billy hargrove #chubby Steve Harrington #is my favourite Steve Harrington #harringrove headcanon #chrisbitchtree writes

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chersteddie2 · 1 day

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#wg story #platonic weight gain #mutual gaining

enjoy this shitty little wg story 🍔🍟

It’d been a month since Steve and Robin had made it official, as roommates that is. They’d both saved a little cash throughout the year and were able to land a steady job; Steve worked near the Bodega as a Specialty Team Member meaning he’d go from retail salesman to a food runner at the restaurant around the corner. Whereas Robin worked double shifts at the Cinemark. The jobs were shitty and the pay was less than either had hoped but it saved money on the grocery bill and acted as the perfect distraction to the absence of Nancy and Eddie. With Nancy off at University, writing letters between classes and Eddie in California checking out music opportunities, everyday was spent moping on the couch or eagerly waiting by the phone. Needless to say, the two hadn’t been handling the distance well.

“M’home, brought pizza!” Steve sighs as he steps into the apartment, back aching and feet sore from work. “Christ, you would not believe the crap my boss lets’ these people get away with—some lady is stuffing a necklace down her purse and I’m the one who has to apologize! So stupid.”

”Well, at least you weren’t the one scrubbing puke from the theater floor. Some kid ate too much candy and upchucked in the middle of Star Wars,” Robin groaned, whipping the sleep out her eyes as she shuffled into the kitchen. “What’d you get?”

”Meat lovers, obviously. They had a discount so that one’s Hawaiian.”

”Yes! I haven’t had this in forever,” she chuckled. Hungry, Robin was quick to grab some plates and even brought out some of the leftover fries she’d packed away during her shift. “I’m gonna microwave these but I’ve got popcorn too.”

”Sounds good, but I will never understand how you can enjoy Hawaiian of all things—It’s disgusting,” he judges, tossing his bag onto the couch before grabbing himself a couple slices.

“Whatever, you’re just uncultured. Now shove over!”

That night they polish off two pizzas, two popcorn buckets, a box of fries and end up going out for ice cream as dessert. Both too bloated to do much more than sleep the food coma away before getting ready for work. It wasn’t anything new either, for the past couple months it was nothing but reheated junk and movie marathons spent either crying about how much they miss their partners or drunk giggles as they wrestled. It shouldn’t be surprising when Robin can’t seem to button her work vest and Steve has found himself needing to sit down between shifts, yet the two are in utter denial.

“Shit—Ate too much,” Steve burps from where he’s leaned back on the couch, a beer in hand as he stares down at himself. Gut bloated and swollen where it lay atop his legs.

“Mm, tell me ‘bout it,” Robin groans from the kitchen, hands rubbing tiredly at her own stomach as she leans against the counter. “It’s your—*uurp*—fault. Bringing home all that pasta.”

”It would’ve been thrown away! And I didn’t see you complaining on your third bowl,” Steve shoots back, taking a swig before hoisting himself up, the movement making his gut slosh.

“Shut up…Shit, I need something sweet, I don’t know,” she burps. Pulling down lazily at her shirt as she heads towards the freezer. From where she stands, fridge light illuminating her plump figure, it’s clear Robin had given in to her gluttony with her plush thighs and rounded sides. She hasn’t been able to see her feet for a month now but she told herself it wasn’t that bad, that it was ten pounds at most.

“Oh yeah, here we go,” she chuckled as se finally found the tub of ice cream that’d been shoved to the back. It was brand new, a large tub clearly meant for parties but she didn’t care. With little shame she popped open the lid, grabbed a spoon and plopped onto the couch where she dug in.

“Hey, share! How come you get the whole tub?” Steve drunkenly whined yet made no effort to grab any.

“Because, that’s why,” she teased between a mouthful of vanilla ice cream. It was Neopolitan, her favorite. Scoop after scoop, she kept going, the tub now halfway empty. “Mm—Fuck—*uurp*—“ she hiccuped. Looking down her stomach was a sight to behold, bloated and sitting out past her breasts, groaning as her insides squirmed from all the cream she’d forced down her throat. Even with the pressure in her underbelly, Robin kept going, instead bringing the tub to her lips as she slowly chugged. Each gulp sitting heavily in her belly, the hem of her shirt riding up past her belly button which had deepened from fat. With a wet ‘pop’, Robin pulled back and tossed the empty tub to the floor, hands holding the sides of her gut, “Fuck—*hic* gonna be—*uurp*—sick,” she burbled.

“Christ Rob, you're like that blueberry girl from….from uh…,”

“Willy Wonka?”

“Yes! I mean look at you,” Steve giggled, drunk off his ass but still lucid enough to tease her. Staggering up to his feet, his own belly sloshing, he fumbled his way over and promptly poked the top of her swollen stomach, a burp escaping her from the sudden pressure.

“Ugh, go away,” she huffs, shooing Steve away as she attempts to get comfortable.

By morning Steve is hungover and late for work, while Robin doesn't even twitch, still stuck on a food coma from the amount of food she'd eaten.

Another month passes and both of them have eaten their way out their uniforms, embarrassingly too bloated to even try to suck in. They knew they'd been eating a little unhealthily, but that was just what being a young adult was: you fucked around, ate shitty food and owned a shitty apartment. It was normal, right?

Looking down at the scale and realizing she'd put on 50lbs within three months was far from normal, and with Steve not too far behind, the two actually looked at themselves and realized just how big they were.

“Fuck, fuck! Look at this!” Robin whined, grabbing at her love handles, her plump fingers unable to reach her own belly button. “Steve, I can't…Fuck, what does it say?”

“It says you're fat Rob! And what about me?” Steve groans from where he stands shirtless in front of the mirror, pants too small to fit over his thighs. “I put on 60lbs, that's…I mean I can't even get my pants on!”

Rolling her eyes Robin attempts to zip up her jeans, which have barely managed to slip on, but her belly keeps getting in the way. No matter which way she tries it, her fat pools out at all sides, keeping her from even seeing the zipper. “No, no, no–This is not what I need right now,”

“This is your fault you know? Always bringing home slushies and candy, I had abs Robin!”

“Me? You're the one who was bringing home lasagna and pastas and all the garlic bread! You're bigger than me!”

Side by side the two look ridiculous: barely clothed, glutted and bloated to the gills, cheeks flushed and pride hurt. But worse than that, neither was willing to admit the small part of them, that was a little excited seeing themselves so big. Sure they had felt the weight coming on, had known they'd put on a few, but something about actually seeing the numbers on the scale had their stomachs in knots.

#wg story #fat belly #chubby robin buckley #chubby steddie #chubby steve harrington #wg ronance #wg steddie

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