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hotluncheddie · 4 months

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New anon here... I've been thinking about the government shoving Eddie into witness protection without letting him say goodbye to the rest of the group, which is a real bummer Steddie-wise because they were definitely headed towards something. So Eddie is like, in the suburbs of Chicago or somewhere under the new name Nathan Edwards or something, gets a slave wage job at a Scoops Ahoy, and proceeds to eat his feelings.

A couple years later, Steve is passing through the area, sees the Scoops, and thinks what the hell, he's doing pretty well for himself these days at whatever "fuck you dad I can make it on my own" career he ended up choosing, he can go in and tip some fresh outta high school kid the way he'd always appreciated back in his Starcourt days. And wow, the guy behind the counter definitely isn't a teenager, but he does look familiar...

:0 anon!!!!!

i’m hoping by saying he eats his feeling in the ice cream shop that we’re on the same page here… (bc oof 🥴👹)

but ugh witness protection is so sad omg but big hurt/comfort possibilities maybe i think i think

they make them leave straight out of the hospital, him and wayne and one box of stuff each. they give them new names, a new place, set wayne up with a new job. but it’s not the same, nothing is, never will be. eddie has to cut his hair, thankfully not a buzz cut but he hasn’t had his curls sit above his ears in years. it’s the thing that makes his feel most strange, he thinks - not recognising himself in the mirror.

recovering physically took a long time, mentally, just as long. but eventually he needs to be around people again, needs money, a routine. the scoops job started as kind of a joke and then he realised it was the place he applied with the easiest commute and the owner was a really chill dude at the interview and then it really wasn’t a joke anymore. eddie worked a scoops ahoy. the pay is whatever but the work is fine and with wayne’s wage they more than get by and while it’s boring, it also kind of feels like breathing room, time to slow down and learn about himself again, after everything.

after a while eddie is actually kind of digging the sailor outfit, gives him an excuse to be kind of silly and get away with way more with customers that he should. like you can’t really get mad at him, not dressed like that, not when he still gets the orders right. it feels like a character, he’s the bard, the jester, and one day he’ll break free but for now - he enjoys the free icecream.

it started small, employees are allowed one item in break and he usually went for a soda, then that changed to a milkshake or a cone. and then one night he was closing and it was right by wayne’s birthday and there was a quarter of a tub set to be thrown out. and, well, eddie thought, why not take it home?

then the new monthly schedule comes out and since most of the part timers are younger and he has his (new) van it’s got him set to closing alone most shifts. fine by him, one hour of pay where he can blast his walkman while he cleans, best case scenario even.

he was also in charge of making sure the tubs were correctly filled ready for the openers and that meant throwing out the near empty ones. so near empty that that kid in eddie seems to rear up and remind him of all those times they couldn’t afford icecream, why let it go to waste? he always did have a sweet tooth.

so most nights his routine after work is to get home, have dinner with wayne, get high, watch some tv or read or listen to music and most notably polish off whatever ice cream and ‘only just out of date so still definitely good’ toppings he’s managed to squirrel home.

that last bit is notable because it’s been a year of working there, just under a year of this new routine, and eddie’s had to size up his once baggy uniform.

he’s kept definition in his legs and arms since his job is running around and scooping frozen shit. but now he’s padded with a layer of chub and his stomach is padded with a lot more than that, having bared the brunt. his cheeks have also rounded and his thighs and ass are honestly looking better than ever.

and with everything so new that’s been forced on him, this new at least feels like his. he knows how it happened, he’s not dumb, and yeah sometimes he ate just to wallow but he enjoyed every fucking bite of that ice-cream. and yeah he knows the red stripes that streak up his sides and push agains the waistband of his shorts aren’t everyone’s idea of desirable but, this is him now. everything else in his life is new, may as well have a new body to go with it. and to be honest he finally feels like he’s recognising himself in the mirror now. this new guy he’s had to become, there are ways that it’s still his.

but god does he miss everyone. not a day goes by he doesn’t think of home, his friends, his life, the people he almost died with. steve. so every night he gets high and eats ice cream and feels his belly swell that little bit more. sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs but he’s alive and he has wayne and they’re safe. so every night he eats icecream.

steve moves to chicago with robin. he’s in school to be a physical therapist, robin studying italian. they moved just outside the city because it’s cheaper, a nice little neighbourhood. hes getting by, he works at a gym and helps with some of the classes, it’s decent pay and fun and he’s getting more and more days where that darkness feels far away, his rain cloud isn’t so thick. he’s doing it, surviving. living, even.

but, every day he misses eddie munson.

he’s out jogging when he spots it, taken a new route and made it to a strip of stores he didn’t know were there. with a scoops ahoy. just like summer of ‘83.

he laughs.

for old times sake and knowing robin will get a kick out of it he head in inside. thinks the 20 in his sock is more than enough to have spare for a tip that should brighten whatever kid is working the counter. surely they don’t still have the same unifo- nope, they do, and the guy at the counter looks much closer to steve’s age than the high schooler he expected. he’s cute. big eyes, nice hands.

eddie’s frozen. there’s a spectre in his store. steve’s staring at him. eddie’s stares at steve. eddie’s suddenly filled with anxious energy, unsure how to process what’s in front of him. tugs at his shirt out of habit, smooths the fabric down over the plush of his stomach, readjusts his hat that doesn’t need readjusting, bounces on his toes. what the fuck.

and eddie sees that steve doesn’t quite recognise him with his rounder features and shorter hair. he can’t wear his rings to work (they’re different, gold but still chunky) and, obviously steve’s never seen him dressed like this, also probably never imagined eddie would have a belly like that.

the second thing that registers in eddie, after the initial shock, is feeling his stomach drop out in fear. for wayne. for their place. for his job… for steve.

he doesn’t remember what the rules were about contact with his past. but he’s pretty sure there were rules on it.

but then something flickers across steve’s face, a flash of lightning, and he’s moving, leaning across the counter and enveloping eddie in a hug. ‘oh thank god.’ eddie hears steve breathe, strained and relieved and so full of emotion eddie feels his throat close and his eyes burn. steve’s here. eddie squeezes back and breaths deep, he smells like sweat and hairspray and home.

his steve is here.

and all eddie can do is cling back.

they’ll have to figure something out. he can’t let go of this again.

#anon this was so good #i loved it so much #the brain worm u gave me ugh #i’m giving u a #MWAH!#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby eddie munson #hurt/comfort #ask #chubby!eddie munson #steddie wg #witness protection wg au

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scoops-aboy86 · 4 months

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Okay, I took about a day to process the fact of being Perceived, and now I’m back.

Continuation of this. Tagging all of these with “#witness protection wg au” too, so they’re findable later. On my blog at least.

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Sitting on his bed in pajama pants and nothing else, the paper brownie tray balanced across his knees, Eddie feels so high and so, so full. Every now and then his breath catches in a little hitch of a hiccup, and he rubs both hands absently over his stomach. He’s long since freed it from the pajama bottoms, letting his belly sit in his lap more than it had in the kitchen and tracing the now faint lines his Scoops uniform had pressed into him. Gonna have to put in a request for the next size up, he thinks with a faint grin.

The matching pajama top is still in his dresser, not because it doesn’t fit (it kinda doesn’t) but because he feels so warm.

There’s one more brownie left, and a not insubstantial puddle of melted ice cream still in the bowl by his hip. He’s going to finish it, this is his Everest… He’s just taking a little break is all. Letting it settle, letting himself really feel it.

“Full” was a mile marker he’d passed even before getting high; this is something new, a plateau he’d either never reached before or never paid enough attention to notice. Which is a goddamn shame, because it feels good. Heavy and content and a little floaty, a little in awed disbelief of himself, but proud, too. When he touches his belly the skin is pulled taut, like new stretch marks are only a matter of time, but there’s still a little softness, a little give. He shifts just to see if he still can, and the motion jostles loose a soft burp.

Okay. Last brownie.

Eddie reaches for it, feeling his belly plop right onto the tray when he has to lean forward a little with a grunt. Well, he’s already covered in crumbs and little smears of chocolate, a little more can’t hurt. Sitting back with the brownie in hand—even that feels like an accomplishment with how stuffed he is, a little tingle of satisfaction warming him from the inside out—he looks it over. Scoops is discontinuing these in, what, a few days? A shame, really. He finishes it in a few bites, each one landing heavily in his stomach atop the rest.

And there’s no more room in him, but he picks up his bowl, casts aside the spoon, and sets the edge to his lips. The melted ice cream slides down his throat, rich and thick and slowly sinking into all the tiny gaps and oh.

Eddie knows right away that he’s overdone it. Not so badly that he can’t keep it down, but he’d been wrong before; now there’s no more room. He doesn’t test whether he can move like this because he wouldn’t want to even if he could.

There’s nothing to do but sit there, maybe slouch down a bit against the headboard (which creaks) and his pillows, and keep his breaths as shallow as possible. Relax into it. Ghost his hands gently over his middle as though one wrong touch might cause him to pop, because maybe it could.

And it feels amazing.

And he pictures Steve on the bed next to him the way he’d pictured him across the kitchen table, because Steve was always so careful with him in the hospital, gentle and protective. Steve could take care of him now, like this, and wouldn’t let him pop.

Or maybe, Eddie muses as he realizes he’s stiff in his pajama pants and lets his hands drift down to attend to that.

Maybe he would.

Your turn, partner in crime @hotluncheddie! Lol

#scoops words #chubby eddie munson #wg steddie #witness protection wg au

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eccentrickleptomaniac · 8 months

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you mentioned having a human au, so how does it generally work? or like a specific character from it you wanna talk about :)

the human au is pretty much completely disconnected from the countryhumans.. the only similarity really is the initials of the human's full names and the countries' usernames.

all countries in this au live (almost) normal lives in new york city. the primary reason i chose the location was due to it's history of being an ethnic melting pot and therefore being a reasonable location where so many different people with different backgrounds could meet up and interact with eachother on a semi-daily basis. i also know a lot the city and it's history which makes the whole thing easier for me to write about.

countries aren't assigned to boroughs like the are to continental cities in the ch world and are instead placed in locations with large populations of the countries' primary ethnicity; i.e poland lives in greenpoint (i almost wrote greenport sorry. she does not live in long island), ussr and his 2 children live in brighton beach, and so on and so forth.

obviously major events like whole wars can't happen (aside from like, street wars and whatever but i don't get into those for my own sake) so major events such as those get scaled down heavily to city-wide crime sprees and whatever. i still try to make events semi-parallel to the ch versions so LOL. some major things do change though. including the fact that italy is not in the picture at all due to being in witness protection lmfao

character's personalities are also different due to the differences in culture between ch and people. like, poland is much kinder in the au due to the fact that she actually had to get a diagnosis for gender dysphoria and due to that kinda also had to work through her personal problems.

the years of the au is probably between the late 90s to now? im not sure the details. however the time period in history in which the au is currently in is.. I'd say around mid-70s or something like that. instead of being actively hostile eg and wg straight up don't know eachother. they don't live near eachother (completely different boroughs actually. wg lives on the upper east side and eg lives in. i already said it but brighton beach. aka the far side of brooklyn) and their schools, while much closer, aren't to the point where. Well they'd actually see eachother a lot. also they'd continue living separate lives instead of reunification.

countries with different cctlds that are still children have their first and middle name be the cctld instead of first and last. also some don't use their cctlds at all.. i use the "eg" acronym instead of "dd". eg's name is elizabeth lol

hope this explains some stuff. feel free to ask questions!

edit: also certain things dont happen or just. are edited severely. some countries while annexed move out of nyc and come back after a few years to represent being un-annexed

#essen talks #ch au

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hotluncheddie · 4 months

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TO THE OTHER ANON WITH THE ICE CREAM THING, DO NOT IGNITE MY BRAIN WORMS LIKE THAT OMFG

anyways.

i just KNOW that once steve and eddie reunite at scoops, they have to have a serious conversation about what to do…inside the walk in freezer as not to be seen. it quickly went from a frantic call to wayne about their nondisclosure agreements to eddie being pressed against a shelving unit while steve kissed him so hard they were light headed. after checking in with his handler, eddie is approved WITH DISCRETION to be in touch with robin and steve. he is permitted to write the kids letters, but they can’t be mailed and have to be delivered by fbi. he can see steve and robin, but nobody is permitted to know of his true identity and if they want to go out, they have to have written approval and can only go to pre approved locations. that’s still good enough for them. steve and eddie move pretty fast once they have their approval, and are seeing each almost every night.

there’s just one problem though. eddie had gotten used to his new body, the last time he and steve had been intimate (the day before eddie had to leave, they made out shirtless and eddie may or maybe not have ruined his favorite pair of boxers) he was 40 pounds lighter. every time steve tried to take off his shirt and he pushed his hands away or he jerked his face when steve touch his soft jawline for a kiss, eddie would stress eat. eddie had gained an additional 10 pounds in the first few months of dating.

it really came to a head one night when eddie was over at steve’s helping him clean his closet and they found a box with eddie’s battle vest. steve chuckled and said that he had saved it for all of the long nights alone (a mental image eddie catalogued away for later use), and encouraged eddie to try it on. without thinking, eddie laughed and tried to put it on over his flannel. it was tighter than he remembered and definitely wouldn’t close over his belly, and when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror he practically tried to rip it off because he felt so ridiculous. instead of playing into his insecurities though, steve told him to keep it on and gently kissed him.

as the kiss deepened and the two wound up on the ground with steve straddling eddie, steve snaked a hand under the vest and onto one of eddie’s supple tits. gasping, eddie tried to move steve’s hand away, but instead of moving his hand, steve squeezed. really fucking hard. the protests on eddie’s lips turned into moans, and steve whispered into his ear about how fucking scandalous it was that he looked so good but wouldn’t even let steve see him, nipping at his earlobe and pulling him out of his flannel and vest. eddie tried to cover himself, blushing as steve looked at him with an almost predatory hunger in his eyes, but it all changed when steve pushed his clothed bulge into the squish of eddie’s belly and fucking whined.

it was a flurry of clothes and knocked tooth kisses as the two finally gave into the years of sexual tension, steve rutting his dick against eddie’s belly as he prepped him. steve kissed the stretch marks on his thighs and ass before he covered his dick with lube and sunk into eddie. both were whimpering so loudly that they knew they would probably get noise complaints, but they couldn’t even bring themselves to care. it just felt so good be kissing, to have eddie’s calloused hands pinned down by steve’s soft ones, to feel the friction of eddie’s squishy and hairy belly against the soft muscles and bristly hair of steve’s. when the two finally came, with steve’s cock buried right against eddie’s prostate and eddie’s cock fully unsheathed from its foreskin, they were both weeping.

even though eddie still loved to eat and had his moments of stress eating after that, it was never caused by steve anymore. quite the opposite actually. when things got tricky, steve would be the first to bust out a carton of ice cream from the freezer and two spoons.

I HAVE SO MUCH MORE BECAUSE YOU’VE RUINED ME BUT THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR NOW SO EAT UP -🦂

🦂 AAAAAAAAA wasn’t it such a juicy amazing prompt?? but omggggg u SPOIL MEEEEEEE!!!!!

obsessed obsessed with them getting back together and steve just instantly wanting to make up for lost time. and like, they can’t make steve and robin move, may as well just work something out, they can and this isn’t a usual situation. normally witness protection is crime related, not multi dimensional monster related.

but ughhhhhhhh eddie being so desperate to be back in steve and robins orbits, to have his friends back. people who he can joke with, laugh with, call in the middle of the night, who really fucking get it.

and eddie desperately wants steve, in every way imaginable. but, he’s scared. steve didn’t get with him when he looked like this. steve got with him when he was skinny and toned and not he’s definitely not. so eddie goes as far as he can, fear holding him back the rest of the way and it’s ages before they progress. untill that night with his vest.

and uhhhh!!!! eddie stress eating over this new thing with steve! how will he react! maybe the shirt he’s wearing under the flannel is one he got 15lbs ago, before the extra 10 he gained this month. so the flannel was more of a safety measure to ensure the chucky swell of his hip and lower pudge of his belly would be better concealed under the too tight shirt. so when steve gets to straddling him, hammering home how still fully, completely, absolutely into eddie he still is, pulling away the shirt and flannel. rutting his clothed cock into eddie’s pudge has the added benefit of it being his first real peak of belly, finally exposed after all this time. fucking whine steve does.

and after that night it helps eddie see, steve’s always been obsessed. looks at him the same as he used too, just maybe a little hungrier now. his eyes lingering more, darkening quicker. and that hand that squeezes his peck, that’s a more than regular occurrence, casual even, and god does it make eddie hot.

maybe that shirt and his vest become little markers, if eddie want to tease steve, get him going, he’ll wear his vest out. too tight but reminding them of that night, their past together, the fact that they’re together again. makes steve’s belly light up with possessiveness. always eventually dragging eddie to bed, nipping at his jaw and whispering filth in his ear. fucking eddie with nothing but that on, burying himself deep.

maybe that t-shirt becomes eddie’s comfort shirt, his go-to, to lounge in, especially after a bad day. when steve’s there with two spoons and a tub of icecream.. and take out. to hold eddie close and feed him bites of frozen sweetness on the couch.

it stays eddie’s comfort shirt even when it’s a good day. even when the shirt sits up at his belly button with no hope of pulling lower. stays his favourite because it never fails to make steve kiss him silly and fist their cocks together in one slick, smooth motion until their both panting and finishing all over eddie’s exposed pudge.

#IM SCREAMING!!!!#UR BRAIN IS SO JUICYYYYYYYYYY #🦂 anon #back at it again #hotlunch #<3 #chubby eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #weight gain story #steddie wg #witness protection wg au

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hotluncheddie · 4 months

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So very much on the same page, and I can’t stop thinking about it either. So, uh, here’s this? I guess?

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Usually, Eddie sticks to ice cream. He can squirrel plenty away from his job at Scoops—it can’t be called stealing if they’re just going to throw it away.

But the store has recently expanded into decadent brownie sundaes, and there are whole trays going to waste, and Eddie can’t stand it.

So more often than not lately, at home, after dinner and after Wayne has gone to bed, he smokes up and brings out the latest shift’s stash of liberated baked goods along with the last scrapes from a handful of different ice cream tubs. A plate for the former, a bowl for the latter, and one big spoon. He indulges in his high and his sweet tooth at the same time, slipping into the pleasant, hazy space of bite after bite after bite. The way his teeth sink into fudge brownie, just this side of stale but he’s found he can’t taste that difference much if he just nukes them in the microwave real quick. The way they’re *warm* after the microwave, heating up his mouth after the ice cream, making the next spoonful melt across his tongue, the mix of dripping cream and firm chocolatey goodness filling his mouth, filling him up. The way, after a few minutes, he can unbutton his jeans and the zipper takes care of itself, easing down with the swell of his belly like a sigh of relief. Of letting go.

In those moments, he lets himself think of Steve. The one kiss they’d shared before the government had hustled Eddie and Wayne away in the night, no warning to them or anyone else before it happened. He lets himself imagine that it’s Steve pulling the zipper down, letting him breathe, letting Eddie shape his own image now that he’s not allowed to grow his hair out anymore.

He traces the stretch marks that accompany his scars—marks that he chose for himself, not that anyone ever sees. There’s really only one guy for him, and, well… Eddie’s never found out what the government goons told his old friends, the monster hunters *or* the Corroded Coffin guys, but he figures the only two possible options are “dead” or “ditched you.” No way to come back from that, either way. So he contents himself with the Steve in his imagination because the real one will never see him again, will never have an opinion on his new curves or the red lines decorating his belly and thighs, good or bad. He never has to worry about that.

Eddie eats another brownie, followed quickly by another spoonful ice cream, lets it melt and mix in as he chews. He swallows, letting his still crumb-dusted hand trace lightly over the sliver of belly that peeks out beneath a t-shirt that used to hang off him. Shivers, because the skin there is getting so deliciously sensitive.

There are a few more brownies to go, and more than enough ice cream to accompany them. He picks up another, still warm. (The nice thing about the weed is that it usually lets him power through without needing to get up for a second round in the microwave.) In his imagination, Steve reminds him that he’s earned this after all the shit he’s endured and helps him shift so his jeans zipper won’t pinch as he continues to relax.

And Eddie takes another bite.

anon... i think im in love with u... this is too much... i don't know what to say

i think i need to run around naked in the moonlight to deal with my feelings about this.

i love how u write

the brownie sundays were the higher ups idea to boost business during the holidays. remind people that ice-cream wasn't just a summer thing.

eddie wasn't complaining, until he had to make the thing and it took ages. oh well, works work, and while its decently popular there's always leftovers. leftovers with the shortest shelf life in the store.

the tail end of winter and soon to be end of the brownie special is what made eddie really check in with where his body was sitting, without the bliss filled haze of his evening routine. his nights spent indulging in his sweet tooth, in his fantasies of steve, in the feelings the two mixed together stirred in his gut. it's heady and addictive, eddie doesn't want to stop. but the waistband of his shorts was quickly loosing its battle agains the sensitive skin of his pink streaked and scarred, stomach and hips.

eddie huffed, just managing to make the flaps meet. he strokes his fingers lightly over the skin of his underbelly. shivers, at how much he's changed.

eddie seems to take more notice his body that shift. he feels the bite of the seatbelt once he gets into his van, different than before. there’s a cool gust of air on the underside of his stomach when he reaches up to grab something from the top shelf of the supply cupboard. while he’s on his break he feels, for the first time, how his belly has just started to sit in his lap, how his thighs spread and fill up the chair.

he planned, like he does some days, to not take back whatever leftover there are. resist and start fresh, turn over a new leaf. fit back into his shorts.

but there are two full trays of brownie about to go to waste. and a selection of tub dregs that almost fill up half way when piled together.

he stows it all safely in the passenger seat.

wayne’s out till late with some work buddies and eddie has tomorrow off. the place to himself. he sits at the little kitchen table still in his work clothes, makes himself dinner like normal. then sets the first heated up try of brownie in front of himself. he imagines steve on the other side of the table. how he might be asking about his day, eddie would like to know about his. would he hold eddies hand across the tabletop? probably, if he asked.

he digs in, alternating between gooey chocolate and cool ice cream. without the haze of weed he feel the full force of its sweetness. halfway through he shifts, feels how the desert sits in his stomach. feels, more intensely than this morning, the pinch of his shorts. he attempts getting a finger between the waistband and the underside of his hip, but there no hope of getting it in. he takes another few bites of brownie, then ice cream, then brownie and walks his fingers lightly down the swell of his gut. he shivers, wonders what steve would say looking at him now, whether his eyes would darken, whether he would walk his own fingers across eddies stomach.

he signs again, brownie finished.

getting up, eddie loads up the microwave with the next batch and heads to his room to make this evening feel a bit more normal again.

spliff dangling from his lips he looks at himself in the mirror, undoing the button on his uniform and watching the zipper pull apart on its own. he lights up and pulls at his shorts, fascinated by the red lines left by his waistband. he traces them idly and inhales deep. his eyes roaming his now full stomach, pushing out agains the fabric, how the indent of his belly button is just visible. he traces that too, skims his fingers upward, over his nipple and bigger pec, up to take the splif from him mouth and exhale.

would anyone from hawkins still recognise him like this? he likes to think they would. his hairs shorter but he didn't have to dye it. same eyes, same mouth, his cheeks look a little rounder but, same face. same face that steve kissed, once, might kiss again, given the chance.

eddie would, given the chance.

he's starting to feels the blunt, hears the microwave beep. good, he's craving ice cream.

#if u wanted to keep going #in his pyjamas getting through the next batch #i wouldn't stop u #but ty ty ty ty for this ask anon #i seriously loved it #hotlunch #chubby eddie munson #steddie #weight gain story #ask #steddie wg #witness protection wg au

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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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hello! this is my blog navigation!!

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I like writing steddie and sharing it on here. most of it is pretty short, but sweet. sometimes nsfw so pls pls minors dni. 　

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Seasons change, but people don't : Ao3 | wc: 6.2k | rated: M | tags: time skips, slow burn, eddie munson is bad a feelings, first kiss |(written for Lex’s Spicy Six Winter Challenge!)

Tiny green shorts : Ao3 | wc: 2.2k | rated: E | tags: smut, established relationship, mention of free use

Extra credit : Ao3 | wc: 1.6k | rated: M | tags: pre s4, fluff, pre relationship | (written for Lex’s Spicy Six Spring Challenge!)

🍓, 🍓🍓 : Ao3 | wc: 1.9k | rated: G | tags: getting together, fluff, idiots in love | (written for Lex’s Spicy Six Summer Challenge!)

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Stop being a goblin and let me kiss you : rated: M | tags: switching POV, getting together, idiots in love, flirting | part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 | (unfinished)

Autistic Steve Harrignton : Ao3 | Thoughts | Hurt/Comfort | Stimming | (ongoing)

Sub Eddie Week 2024 Masterlist : Ao3 | (complete)

I also like writing steddie chubby or just in bigger bodies. sometimes fat and/or getting fatter (steddie wg), so please read the tags. if you’re not into that, it’s okay there’s things above for you. if you are into that, please, come in <3

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Ex jock : Ao3 | wc: 2k | rated: E | tags: established relationship, fat steve, sub eddie, outgrown clothes

Office AU : initial idea - First date : Ao3 | wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, fluff, outgrown clothes, sweet gooey smut

Denny’s : rated G | tags: tooth rotting fluff, pining, chubby steve, line cook eddie, getting together | idea , follow up , fin | (complete)

Wherever you go, that’s where I am : Ao3 | wc: 3.5k | rated: M | tags: 5+1, established relationship, body worship, feral pining goblin eddie munson, chubby steve harrington, fluff

Milk | co written with @scoops-aboy86 | rated: M | tags: idiot4idiot, weight gain, stobin soulmates but robin is tired

Chubby Eddie Munson

Jeans : Ao3 | wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: pre & established relationship, weight gain, outgrown clothes, some sub steve

Santa baby : wc: 390 | rated: T | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, fluff, a silly thing for Christmas

Witness Protection WG AU | rated: M | tags: weight gain, cannon divergence, stuffing

Breakfast : Ao3 | wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van)

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