#transfem!steve harrington

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie: Gotta go! Bi bi! *snickers and then leaves*

Robin: I don't get it. Why is that funny? I mean, it is weird that a grown metalhead is saying bye-bye.

Stevie: *rolls eyes* No, he's saying bi bi.

Robin: That's what I said. Bye-bye.

Stevie: No, it's bi bi.

Robin: Bye-bye?!

Stevie: No, as in bisexual.

Robin: OH! Has he been saying that since he's discovered he's bisexual?

Stevie: Yeah, and he laughs every single time. It's cute. He's very excited. He always thought it was just guys.

Robin: *stares pointedly at her* What do you think made him realize that he's bisexual?

Stevie looked thoughtfully at her nails as she painted them.

Stevie: Chrissy, probably.

Robin: *frowned* I mean . . . It might have been a possibility that pushed him close to figuring it out, but can you think of anyone else?

Stevie: *shrugs* I don't know. . .Joan Jett. . .she seems like his type.

Robin: *sighs* You're pretty today. And I mean that platonically.

Stevie: *grins* Thanks, Robin.

Robin: Really?!

Stevie: What?!

Robin: *grins affectionately* Forever a dingus.

[wheatnoodle]

i love you, evangeline

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~🌷🌻~

“evie, babe, darling, my love. you gotta stop stressing so much. dustin’s going to like whatever you make, everything you cook is great. you’re going to pace holes into the floor and we won’t get our security deposit back,” robin says and places her hands on evie’s shoulders. the girl’s been panicking over the pasta on the stovetop, having already restarted her sauce for the third time now.

“i- i know, i know. but it’s not…about the food, robs,” evie says and tips her head back to face the ceiling once she feels tears welling behind her eyes. she can’t let her mascara run. it’s expensive.

“honey, hey,” robin is snatching a napkin off the counter to dab at evie’s waterline, her other hand cupping her face. “dustin is going to love you, no matter what. do you know how long he’s been waiting for this day? every time i see or talk to him, it’s all ‘where’s steve why are you hiding him is he dead can i see him’. he’s going to be over the moon.”

“that’s just it, robin. he misses steve and i’m not him. what if he’s disappointed, or disgusted, or he hates me, or he won’t accept it? oh my god, i don’t know if i can do this,” she can feel her breathing picking up and robin is instantly placing her hands on her shoulders.

“okay, no, hey, we’re not going to do that. we are not panicking. everything is going to go amazing. nothing bad is going to happen. you just finished a glass of wine, your emotions are gettin’ high, you are okay. we are okay. let’s breathe, yeah?” slowly, she guides evie through deep breaths, rubbing her shoulders all throughout. after a few moments, evie shuts her eyes, a sigh of relief leaving her body and her shoulders dropping. she pulls robin into a hug.

“you’re right. everything’s okay. thanks,” she mumbles into her shoulder.

“anytime. now, get out of your head, dingus. if you burn this sauce, i’m not letting you start over again,” robin smirks and pulls back to finish her setting of the small kitchen table.

just as she finishes lighting the candles in the center of the table, there’s a knock to the tune of “skunk in the barnyard”. robin’s head snaps over to evie, seeing the girl freeze just as she was about to fill their glasses.

“okay…here we go,” robin whispers and walks to the door. she pulls it open, stepping in the doorway to greet the kid, well adult, on the other side. “dustin!”

“robin!” dustin answers her cheer, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug that’s got her feet off the ground.

“oh my god, i’ve missed you so much. when did you grow?!” robin laughs once he puts her down and they pull back to look each other in the eye.

“everyone keeps asking me that! i’ve missed you too,” he smiles and she can still see the kid he used to be. “also, what on earth is that smell because if i don’t get to consume whatever that is immediately, things may get violent.”

“that, me dear nerd, would be ms evangeline’s cooking awaiting us inside,” she smiles proudly, tilting her chin back as she prepares herself. she steps out of the way to let him in.

“dude, you didn’t tell me she can cook too! and you mean you haven’t proposed to her-“ dustin freezes as he’s about halfway through the entryway, the table in view. evie stands up straight, her cheeks tinging pink as her nerves spiked.

“dustin…” evie says softly, her voice wavering just slightly. she watches as he looks her all over. from her long, loosely curled hair, to the sparkly earrings and her makeup, pausing briefly on her figure, before going back to her face. “hey.”

“oh my god…” dustin breathes out and he’s moving in an instant. he rushes forward and his arms are tight around her waist, squeezing hard. “oh my god! oh my god, you’re alive.”

“i’m alive. i’m here,” she sniffles, one arm going around his neck, the other ruffling his hair. she doesn’t bother to fight her own tears this time when she feels and hears dustin crying in her shoulder.

“i can’t believe you’re you. holy shit,” he cries out years of waiting, years of wondering, years of confusion and betrayal. he’s so…relieved. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too, kid. fuck, i missed you.” they hold on for a few more minutes, not a word shared before dustin decides to pull back. his face is red and tear stained but he has a smile evie hasn’t seen since eddie woke up in the hospital.

“you look so good! ohohoh this is amazing!” dustin gushes, giggling excitedly. robin’s leaning against the counter with a huge smile and tears of her own she’s not so subtly trying to wipe away.

“really? you’re…okay with this?” evie asks, every ounce of insecurity dripping into her voice as she looks down at herself.

“are you kidding me? dude, i love you. every form of you. i thought you died! oh shit, should i not call you dude?” dustin pauses, eyes wide and a hand coming to cover his mouth.

“what? oh, no! dude’s fine,” she clarifies, a bit awkward.

robin snorts and walks closer, taking her own turn in ruffling dustin’s hair. “trust, she’ll let you know when somethings not.”

“so…does this mean i can stay here instead of the hotel?” dustin glances between them with his best puppy eyes.

robin and evie look over at each other, a quick silent conversation. “well i guess you can,” evie says dramatically and drops into her seat at the table.

she hides her smile behind her wine glass at dustin’s whoop of excitement.

~🌷🌻~

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[steveisagay]

Really funny story but, uh, basically I thought I was fully gay, but then I realized I also like women bc of the whole transfem!steve/stevie fanart

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

genderfluid!steve harrington x genderfluid!reader

summary: some self indulgent headcanons because i love babygirl steve harrington and am genderfluid myself

you’re the one to introduce him to the concept of genderfluidity

after about a month of dating, you work up the courage to come out to him. he’s really confused and like “doesn’t everyone wanna be the other gender sometimes?”

you have to explain that no, that’s not something everyone feels, and he has an “oh” realisation moment

helping him figure out how he identifies and reminding him that it’s okay to take his time

a few weeks later, you two are laying in bed together and it’s quiet until he calls your name to get your attention. he tells you he’s genderfluid and likes he/she pronouns

calling her babygirl and princess on her fem days <333

finally steve understand why he feels weirdly warm and fuzzy when the kids call him mom

helping her put on makeup and getting to watch her experience gender euphoria :(((

for a while it’s your secret

he comes out to robin first because a) they’re platonic soulmates and it’s really hard to keep things from her and b) since he knows she’s queer she’s a safe person to come out to

she hugs him so so so tightly

you call her stevie once on a fem day and she asks you to always use stevie on those days, says it feels more comfortable than steve

stevie wanting to try on more feminine clothes but scared to buy them for herself, so you tell robin and go shopping for her. you surprise her with it and stevie cries

he’s not used to people loving him unconditionally and being so supportive, so every time you do the smallest thing to support him he gets very emotional :((

the first time she wears a skirt >>>

your jaw literally drops and stevie gets all shy at your reaction, blushing so prettily

[getlost0p]

Swipe immediately you coward

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

wayne's newest mug that he gets like the day after eddie and stevie officially start dating:

[fuctacles]

of swords and holes

@steddiemicrofic "hole" | G | 404 | cw medical drugs | transfem Stevie, pre-relationship, mutual pining | part 2 here

“Boop.”

Eddie sighs.

“How long is she gonna be like this?”

“Well, how has she reacted to anesthesia in the past?”

“Uh.”

He thinks back to their post-Vecna hospitalization period.

“She’s a lightweight.”

The doctor chuckles.

“Well, the worst of it should pass in half an hour.”

“Why is there a hole in your ear?”

Eddie sighs, pulling Stevie’s finger away from his earlobe.

“Thanks, doc. We’ll holler if anything changes,” Robin answers this time, attracting her friend’s attention. She blinks up at her.

“Why does he have a hole in his ear?” she asks again in a tone suggesting a whisper.

“Why do you have tits?” Robin asks back and she pouts.

“I don’t-” She looks down and cuts herself off. “Holy shit! I have tits!”

“Yeah, you do.” Robin chuckles, patting her hand.

Stevie looks up to the other side, grinning happily.

“I have tits!”

Eddie smiles at her.

“Yeah, pretty girl.”

Her smile widens, and then she’s looking him up and down.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

Robin starts cackling, while Eddie goes red in the face. Stevie looks between them, lost, before coming to a conclusion.

“Ah, sorry. If you were my boyfriend I’d never let anyone put holes in your ears,” she says sadly, shaking her head. Robin starts howling.

“Oh, okay, so it’s a Bully Eddie Day, I see,” he scoffs, amused nevertheless. He raises an eyebrow when Stevie starts excitedly patting his knee. “Yes?”

“Eddie!”

“Yes, that’s me,” he smiles.

“I’m sorry for what I said about your holey ears. I’m just angry you can’t wear the earrings from me.”

Eddie was lost and Robin was laughing herself to death. He might be dying too, actually.

“You never gave me earrings?”

“Because!” She squeezes his knee almost painfully. “You said you were stretching your ears before I could give them to you!”

He hesitantly puts his hand on hers.

“I’m sorry. Can you describe them to me?”

Faced with her pouty lips and tiny frown, Eddie was melting from the inside.

“They were swords. With tiny gemstones on the handles.”

“They sound lovely. Do you still have them?”

“Well, yes. Was gonna figure out how to make a necklace from them.”

“Can I have them? I don’t think I’ll be stretching my ears more anyway.”

“You want them?” Stevie’s eyes sparkle.

“I’d want anything you give me,” he admits.

Robin was alive again and fake-retching next to them.

more Stevie | spicy Stevie | masterpost

[dreaminginpencil]

Ppl were doing cute redraws of a picture with Stevie Harrington and Eddie and I loved it so here is mine 🥰

[ent-is-indecisive]

id : a rendered digital drawing of transfem stevie and transmasc eddie from the waist up in warm tones. she is holding his chin and the back of his head, her hands with long red nails, rings and fingerless red gloves with a heart shape opening. she's looking down at him, wearing red lipstick and highliner, a choker with a chain and a heart shaped clasp, and a satiny red bustier dress. eddie seems to be seated, looking lovingly up at her, and wearing a grey suit jacket, white shirt and red tie. red ribbons are making heart shapes around them./end id

finally a drawing im somewhat proud of don't come for me

[buckwheeler]

Steve’s dependant and transient relationship with his own beauty according to: his Mom, his dad, people he wants to sleep with, people he doesn’t want to sleep with, his friends, his peers, his basketball coach, and on and on. I feel like Steve has a really warped idea of what he looks like because of his parents ideas about food and exercise and presentation and appearance. He feels the best with Robin or the kids because he can almost forget he has a body, that he’s attractive or not attractive and that people are thinking about how he looks. Because Robin and the kids don’t care at all. He’s always suspicious that adults and peers are judging and critiquing him, or objectifying him, or both. He doesn’t like eating in front of anybody. Sometimes he likes it when he can tell somebody’s attracted to him and sometimes it makes his skin crawl. He loves being beautiful and he likes looking at his own face but he’s scared of being vain and he knows there’s something kind of girlish and embarrassing about it. Something strange and sometimes violent about the way the other boys would pick of him for being a ‘pretty boy’. Like maybe there’s something gay about it, even though it means he fucks a lot of girls. And he likes it when girls look at him and he likes it when women look at him, mostly, although there have been a couple of weird teachers… He’s scared of becoming ugly, suddenly, like in a terrible accident, because it’s pretty much the only thing he has going for him. His face and his body and his lovely hair. He’d like to grow it longer. He’d like to paint his lovely skin and gloss his lovely lips and wear that cami top Robin only puts on to sleep. But he knows that would be the wrong kind of pretty. He’d like not to think about any of it, so he doesn’t- and he doesn’t have to, when he and Robin are chatting shit at work. The ugly way he fits into his uniform melts away and it’s just the two of them laughing until Eddie walks in and looks at Steve and it’s so good and so bad and scary and nice and strange and exciting and awful and Steve shudders back into himself and tries to figure out how to feel…

[augustjustice]

Pretty in Pink

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I am still firmly on my Stevie Harrington agenda this week, so please enjoy below Eddie's thirsty-turned-sappy thoughts about his favorite girl, inspired by @getlost0p's absolutely delightful art as well @cherrycolasteve's very cute tags.

Eddie taps the pen against his front teeth absently, eyes flitting uncomprehendingly over the various multiple choice options of his practice test. With his brain already feeling fuzzy and unfocused, it’s easy to let his gaze drift away from the page over to the girl currently sprawled out beside him–Stevie Harrington, curled up reading the X-Men comic Dustin had strong-armed her into picking up. 

And, look–who could really blame him for getting a little distracted? There's a hot girl in his bed which is, admittedly, a rare enough occurrence–until shit went sideways last spring, at least–to still feel a little notable. Even if she is only there for moral support while he studies, his GED test date circling ever closer.

Stevie's wearing a striped white and pink polo with the buttons undone all the way to the bottom of the neckline and tight stonewash jeans. The absolute preppiest of prep attire, completed by the cherry-flavored chapstick shining red on her lips.

Eddie wants to kiss her stupid.

The jeans are high waisted, pulled up snug over the curve of her ass, and with Stevie rolled onto her stomach reading the comic, Eddie's getting quite the view.

Then she shifts, flopping over onto her back beside him, the movement followed by the sound of pages turning. The new position offers a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, a further hint of what her clingy polo is doing such a great job of highlighting. 

Eddie looks. Of course he looks.

Estrogen has taken to Stevie’s figure like a duck to water. In the plush spread of her hips, making her pert ass even rounder, which Eddie would have thought was damn near impossible. And in the plumpness steadily gathering at her chest, her once defined pecs softening, giving way to the gentle swell of her breasts, which grow fuller by the day. 

It’s become something of a problem for him lately–the staring. 

That was true, to some extent, even before she started to transition. Stevie's always been gorgeous, and Eddie's always been aware of that fact, harboring a hopeless, from afar crush on her since they landed in the same impossible English class his first senior year and Eddie had become painfully aware of what all the Hawkins High girls were on about. Not that he would have admitted that, at the time, not even under threat of painful, agonizing death–no, the coming terms with it came later, during his spring break from hell spent realizing that Stevie Harrington was not only surprisingly sweet but a totally badass, bonafide hero.

…The whole ripping that bat apart with her teeth thing certainly didn't hurt, either.

The point is, he's always looked at Stevie, flirted with her. Probably been too obvious about it, too. 

It's just that since she started to transition, it feels like he's gotten so much worse, like any subtlety he was holding on to by his fingernails has been ripped from his hands. Eddie can’t stop staring at her, the heat of embarrassment prickling his face, tongue-tied like a school boy with a crush each and every time he gets caught. 

And that's the worst part of it–he does get caught, far more often than he'd like.

It’d been months, now, since the first time Stevie explicitly called him out for it–a warm Saturday in the summer when they had dragged the kids down to the arcade, trying to beat the heat with the dark, air-conditioned interior of the local nerd haunt. 

Stevie had been watching Erica beat her own high score at Duck Hunt, leaned over the machine in her Daisy Duke cutoff shorts and a cropped pink jersey, ponytail swinging against her back and the scars littering her sides unashamedly on display. That’s something they had both been working themselves up to, together–not hiding their war wounds, fighting off the anxiety that came from people’s stares.

But Eddie had been staring for an entirely different reason when Stevie caught him. 

As Erica ran off to ‘pummel’ Dustin after his latest Dig Dug win, Stevie propped an elbow on the abandoned game, shooting Eddie a knowing look.

“Like what you see, Munson?” she asked coyly.

Eddie’s entire face flamed with heat. 

“I was just–your top!” he blurted. “I was just admiring your top, my lady. It’s…it’s cute. The pink–think that might be your color, Harrington.”

Stevie’s cheeks burned her own pretty pink to match it, then, which Eddie couldn’t help but preen about. 

And if he noticed she started wearing a lot more pink around him after that, well…he tried not to read too much into it.

Just like the pretty pale pink she’s wearing today, attracting his eye and forcing Eddie to hold back a twitterpated sigh as he watches her, wrapped up in the bright primary colored pages of the X-Men

…This bullshit of his is definitely gonna get his ass kicked by Robin or Nancy, one of these days, he’s sure of it. Possibly both of them at once–Buck may just hold him down while Wheeler does what she does best.

But the truth is, it's not just about how Stevie’s figure has steadily filled out. He's not gonna lie, that's definitely part of it–but also…she just has this glow about her, now, like she's settling so happily into herself. It’s like that contentment beams out of her, radiant, in every little gesture, every giddy smile. He's drawn in by it, like Icarus with the sun, like a moth to a flame–too entranced to turn away, even if it might end up burning him in the long run.

The thing is, Stevie's beautiful, and she takes his breath away.

She’s become such an intrinsic part of his life, since everything that happened, he’s not entirely sure what he would do without her. Hell, they still share a bed, some nights–fighting back the nightmares together is always easier. And in the intervening months since that started, she's grown steadily softer beside him, curves pressing against his body where there were once hard planes and sharper angles. Her presence is no less warm and comforting than it had been from the beginning, though, her weight and smell familiar, the steady rhythm of her breathing when it finally evens out the same.

Eddie wonders if they were supposed to have stopped doing that, somewhere along the way–the sleeping together part, even though they're only doing it in the most platonic, just-friends sort of way possible. Then again, he's never put all that much stock in it, what he is and isn't supposed to be doing. Besides, how much difference could stopping really have made? Not a whole hell of a lot, in his opinion, considering they've both been bi as fuck the whole damn time.

Sharing a bed all the time doesn't really help his other problem–the staring, the thinking about Stevie's plush curves and soft skin–but that's his own shit to deal with and work out. Stevie shouldn't have to suffer through the nights alone just because Eddie can't keep his hard on for her in check.

So, yeah. He thinks she’s a knockout–of course he does–but the truth is, that’s all secondary to the way he feels about her. She’s steadily grown into one of his best friends, in the time since he’s finally gotten to actually know her. And if all he ever gets to do is look–and better yet, talk to her, bicker and joke and tease, share popcorn at movie nights crammed too close together on the Harrington’s couch and laugh at all the same stupid inside jokes–well, he considers himself honored for the privilege of it. 

“What, Munson?” Stevie laughs suddenly, drawing him out of his reverie–during which he had, of course, still been staring–by smacking him lightly on the arm with her comic book. 

That had been another secret, shared between them–Stevie liked the X-Men, she’d confessed, even if she couldn’t resist pretending otherwise to Dustin. She said the Mutants made her feel…seen, in a way she really hadn’t ever before. 

"I know exactly what you mean, sweetheart," Eddie had agreed easily when she told him. 

"Kinda figured you might, Eds,” she had shot him a soft smile, which he returned in kind.

That feeling of being seen–understood–stretched out beyond the pages of the comic book to encompass them both, the way they just fundamentally got each other.

"Mystique's got nothing on you, though," he had added with a wink, falling back on his old routine of borderline flirtation just for the pleasure of seeing her blush yet again, ducking her head as she gave his shoulder an exasperated nudge.

He blinks back to reality, finds himself looking into those same mesmerizing eyes now, big and brown and staring back at him expectantly. A smile plays at the corners of Stevie’s mouth as she puts her comic aside. Scooting closer, she reaches to give one of his test booklet pages a quick shake. 

"You're supposed to be studying, you know. Believe me, I get how hard that can be, and I wasn't exactly the best in school…but I'm still like 99% sure you at least have to look at the page before you get it,” she teases. “And I haven’t got the answers to this question secretly penciled somewhere up my sleeve, promise. So, not really sure how staring at me is gonna help you here."

Eddie studies her face–the amused pink curve of her mouth, the cute little moles that dot her cheeks and throat. 

That wistful sigh finally escapes him.

“Shit, sorry,” he apologies on autopilot, and then, the confession rolls off his tongue before he can stop it, “you’re just so…fucking pretty.”

As soon as the words have left his mouth, he cringes, preparing to blurt out yet another apology–and then Stevie’s finger presses against his lips. When he glances at her, he finds that her whole face has lit up. 

Well, fuck. If she’s gonna look at him like that, he can’t even be sorry for his big mouth.

Then, surprise of all surprises–he feels a jolt as she leans in and pecks him once on the cheek, lips smooth from her cherry chapstick. 

“Thanks. You’re sweet, Eddie,” Stevie murmurs, quietly, as she pulls back. Then, her smile turns mischievous, pretty eyes giving one of her patented, exasperated eyerolls. “And good of you to finally say something about it.”

Eddie barks out a disbelieving laugh before he can help it, hiding his face for a moment between his fingers.

“Seriously, Harrington, you know you’re a total babe.”

“Yeah, sure,” Stevie agrees, a glimmer of that overconfidence she’d carried herself with in school shining out. Eddie can’t even lie–he loves it. “But a girl still likes to hear it, now and again.”

“Shit, Stevie.” Head still ducked, Eddie reaches out slowly and takes her hand, twiddling with her fingers as he looks up from beneath the fringe of his bangs. “Now that I know you want me, too–I’ll tell you anytime you want.”

Reaching forward, Stevie tucks a tuft of hair behind Eddie’s ear, not letting him hide behind the curtain of it. Then, she leans in, and this time she presses a soft kiss to his lips. 

Eddie sucks in another sharp, surprised breath, finally tasting that cherry flavor for himself. 

“I’m totally gonna hold you to that one, Eds,” she says, leaving their foreheads pressed gently together even once she pulls back, “so just get ready for it.”  

But, then, a mere moment later, Stevie is bouncing backwards on the bed, giggling when Eddie leans in, trying to chase after her lips again. He groans as she picks up his booklet and presses it against his chest. 

“You can check me out all you want later, stud,” Stevie shoots him a wink, flipping open to the page he had left off on. “But, for now…you’ve gotta get back to work.”

When she settles down beside him this time, though, she stays close, hooking her chin over his shoulder. 

“And, I’ve got an idea. A tried and true method for studying. Works every time.” 

“That right?” Eddie tilts his head to face her, cocking an eyebrow. “Well, lay it on me, then, sweetheart. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

He taps a finger lightly against her temple. The playful twinkle in Stevie’s eyes as she grins at him makes Eddie’s heart skip a bit.

“How about…I give you a kiss for every question you get right?” she murmurs, close enough her warm breath ghosts over his skin. 

Eddie lets his eyes drop down to the red shine of her lips, and feels giddy, for once, knowing he can look his fill. After a long, loaded pause, he gives a sharp nod, clapping his hands together.

“You know what, Stevie? Studying never sounded so good.” Snatching up his pen again, he settles back with the test now spread across both their laps. “I’m in.” 

And, this time, whenever Stevie distracts Eddie from his studies–well. At least he can tell himself it’s all in the name of a good cause.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Writing prompt: Steve and Eddie run into a witch whom they save, and she gives them their secret desire. When they wake up the next morning, they discover that they secretly wished to be women. Eddie storms over to Steve’s, the first question out of her mouth when she sees Stevie is:

"Why the fuck are your boobs bigger than mine?"

Hilarious but also sweet romantic turn of events where Steve and Eddie realize they're transgender through magic. They work through it together. When they get their first period, it's chaos.

[wheatnoodle]

i love you, evangeline

og post | part 1 | part 2 | part 3

dustin gets the text while he’s sitting in his dorm writing an essay for class. the familiar bird tweet sound he had set up just for her. immediately, he’s closing his laptop more forcefully than he should have and jumped to begin packing his bag.

because dinner at robin’s??? with evie??? the evie?! they’d all been waiting for the day, putting bets on it even, when robin would let one of them meet who they all knew was her new girlfriend. and he was the first. he had the proof right there.

who was this girl robin was claiming was her “best friend” but wouldn’t let anyone meet? where was steve? did evie know? god, he couldn’t wait.

lucas couldn’t have come back from class at a better time. of course, he has will in tow. dustin spins on his heel, a devious smirk on his lips. “boys,” he says, drawing out the o.

“what’s up with you?” lucas asks, furrowing his brows as he locked the door to his and dustin’s dorm. will say himself on the edge of lucas’s bed, eyeing dustin suspiciously.

“guess who’s meeting evie!” dustin shouts before he can stop himself, his smirk turning into a wide grin.

“what?! how is that fair at all?!” lucas exclaims and chucks his bag on his bed, wincing at will’s flinch.

“robin invited me for dinner at her and evie’s place and even said i can stay the night!” dustin laughed.

“how do you even know evie is going to be there?” will asked and tipped his head to the side slightly.

“robin told me herself,” dustin said proudly. he turns back to his suitcase, smirking at the annoyed grumbling behind his back.

~🌷🌻~

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sandra bullock eat your heart out

inspired by this post and the tags by @stevieharringtonwifeguy

Without putting too fine a point on it, Eddie wasn't exactly the type to watch beauty pageants. They didn’t really think about them, didn’t really care about them, didn’t really realize they were even still a thing outside of sitcom plotlines from the 90s about women’s self image. What Eddie was was extremely online. And when Twitter went fucking batshit because a plus sized transwoman had the nerve to be talented enough to make it to the Miss America competition; they figured they should support the home team -- or whatever shit Wayne says when the wrong horse boys makes it to the big football game.

So sure, they expected her to be pretty. It is in the name. Imagined she’d be good looking in that classic, sort of boring way. A blonde with a nice smile, a fucking button nose. A non-threatening, homegrown sort of beauty. It being the internet complaining, they kinda also figured plus size meant a size 2 dress and a C cup. 

They couldn't in their wildest dreams picture the woman who would appear on their TV, when they finally figured out where they could even watch the damn thing. Statuesque with a squared jaw and swimmers shoulders, moles dot her face and neck, it looks like her nose has been broken before. Plush thighs and a biteable ass fill out a royal blue evening gown, when she smiles it’s like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.

Alone in their apartment, Eddie has no one to scream the thoughts ricocheting in their brain at. It leaves them with nowhere to turn but the place that got them here to begin with.

The Eddie Munson ✔ @CorrodedEddie

I'm used to people having bad taste but at this point I'm wondering if we're even watching the same thing

The Eddie Munson ✔ @CorrodedEddie

Miss Indiana is the most beautiful woman I've ever seenThe Eddie Munson ✔ @CorrodedEddie

How do I do the added context thing, i need to make a note on some posts. Reader’s noted: User is actually a sad loser who’s cockroach wifed themselves and can’t appreciate what’s in front of them

Read the rest on AO3 cause this baby has formatting

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Happy Women's Day to anyone that celebrates.

Have a cis Eddie being an amazingly supportive boyfriend to a transitioning Stevie.

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I'm really sad today so here's the sketches I'm drawing rn to feel better