#transfem stevie

[lazylittledragon]

it’s thinking about stevie harrington hours again

#stranger things #stevie harrington #transfem stevie #she is the only woman actually #stephanie ‘the hair’ has never been seen without perfect beach waves

[fuctacles]

Happy DM Day or something

Happy GM Day to our favorite Dungeon Master and anyone who ever had the honor of leading a party into their demise

@steddiemicrofic "pin" | T | 388 | getting together, transfem Stevie | continuation to of swords and holes | now w part 3!

Once he accepts the earrings, it’s like the floodgates have opened. 

He hadn't even noticed them at first, they were small enough things to look over. Bringing him coffee to work, his favorite snacks for the movie night, a shirt she “found in the back of a closet”.

It didn't hit him until the beginning of March.

“Munson! Catch!”

He doesn’t, of course, but the small object lands harmlessly in his lap.

“What’s that?”

“A gift,” Stevie answers with a shrug. “Happy DM day or something.”

“A what day?” he asks confused, and turns the little thing, a pin, over to take a look. 

Beware the smiling DM.

“Oh my gods.”

“Do you like it?”

“Like it?” He looks up at the girl with enough audacity to ask stupid questions. His favorite, beloved bimbo. “Sweetie, darling, I love it,” he says reverently, pressing the badge into his heart. He stands up from the couch and reaches for Stevie’s hand.

“Pin it for me?”

It’s a small gesture, and completely unnecessary, but when she attaches the badge to his battle vest, becoming a part of it, it feels like a religious experience.

“What’s the occasion again?” he asks when her hands are on his chest and her lips are slightly pursed in concentration. 

“Dungeon Master Day.”

The pin is secured but she’s not stepping away.

“You gave me a gift for a nerdy holiday,” he clarifies.

“Yes?”

“A holiday I didn’t even know about?”

She looks away while her cheeks turn pink.

“Well, I had to google it, so…”

“Girlie.” He puts his hands on her cheeks and squishes them gently. “Did you google nerdy holidays, just for an excuse to give me something?”

“Well, Dustin told me about Star Wars Day, so I figured–”

“Can I kiss you?”

She closes her mouth with a click and frowns.

“Like a friend?”

“No.”

“Then yes.”

He presses in and pulls her close into a lingering kiss. 

“Sweetest, prettiest, loveliest thing,” he murmurs while kissing every inch of her face. Stevie giggles and squirms in his hold with delight in her eyes.

“I also have a Tupperware of D20 cookies.”

Eddie dives back into her mouth and kisses her until there’s no air left between them.

“Fucking,” he gasps for air, pulling away only to wrap her impossibly close. “Marry me.”

#steddie #mine #steddie microfic #steddie microfic march #stevie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #transfem stevie harrington #transfem stevie #stevie harrington #trans steve harrington #transfeminine steve harrington #transfem steve harrington #st #ff #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #microfic

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After telling Robin, Stevie started to feel more comfortable in her gender expression. She realised she didn't have to change too much about her wardrobe, didn't have to wear a dress to feel pretty. she could still pass for male in public and feel some affirmation if she rolled up her jeans, wore tighter shirts or scoop necks, wore earrings and jewellery and styled her hair so two strands framed her face. if she wore chapstick and light blush that helped too. it was subtle, it was passable, and Robin always looked at her before they got out of the car and said "You look so pretty today."

and stevie would say "its not too much?" Robin would shake her head and say "its perfect."

And stevie would hold her breath for a moment, relish the final seconds in the car with Robin before heading out to be Steve again.

-

Eddie was the first of the friends to catch on to Robin calling her Stevie. it wasn't that Eddie called her Steve often anyway, normally big boy or more recently pretty boy. but slowly he packed that in and started saying stevie, and although it was gender affirming, she missed the pet names, she missed the flirting. But Eddie was gay, so no matter how big her crush was, there was no way he would ever love her for who she truly was. not any way other than platonically.

Robin suggested the three of them go out, to a bar in the city. it was one stevie had been to before, before she had realised who she was, when she thought it was just liking boys. Eddie wrapped his arm around her, his lips almost touching her ear to speak above the music and said "I'm going to get some drinks, what you drinking baby girl?"

"Whatever you're having" she had replied, though it wasn't true, she didn't love Eddie's taste in alcohol, usually vodka heavy and bitter. But her head was spinning from the way his heavy lidded eyes lingered on her as he said baby girl, a look that seemed to read as, am I right? are you okay with me calling you this?

While Eddie disappeared to the bar Stevie pulled Robin aside and said "do you think Eddie would still like me if he knew?"

And Robin replied "of course he would he has a bunch of trans friends."

Stevie sighed and said "I mean...more than friends."

And Robin looked down and frowned and said "I don't know, Stevie. But, sexuality can be fluid. I suppose we could try and find out?"

Stevie frowned, but before she could ask "What do you mean?" Robin was pulling her into the bathroom, and pulling out some makeup from her bag. mascara, eyeliner, bright red lipstick. the stuff stevie had been too afraid to try.

When they returned to the dance floor it was clear Eddie was looking for them. He grinned widely "Thats where you've been huh? You girls and your make up." He said, handing them their drinks. "You look beautiful babe." he said, leaning into Stevie's ear. Lingering far longer than he would a friend. And then he took Robins hand, and she took Stevies hand, and they snaked their way through the crowds of people and into the center of the dance floor. And Robin held Stevie's hand, while Eddie held her gaze. And she felt loved and she felt safe and she felt that it would be fun, at the very least, continuing to harbour her crush.

#stevie harrington #transfem stevie #mtf steve harrington #steve harrington #trans steve harrington #stobin #steddie

[stregoniconiconii]

this is a snippet from this transfem Stevie piece ive been working on and off on for a while...stobin bathroom scene! not exactly a rewrite, just a new context.

tw for gender dysphoria , internalised transphobia , pronouns changing in the text , also references to the mind altering stuff the truth serum put them through which Stevie blames for ‘making her think she was a girl’ (baby isn’t out even to herself the drugs just opened her mind enough to allow herself to not be constrained by any bs)

//

[...]

“But Tammy Thompson is a girl,” she says. Her mind is slow - it takes her a moment for her to realise what this means. Robin likes girls. Tammy Thompson is a girl.

Robin says her name, trying to fit all sorts of meanings into just that word. It feels so wrong to hear it. Can barely even recognise it as belonging to her. Robin looks nervous, growing more so the longer she is quiet, turning over this information in her mind.

Robin likes girls. Tammy Thompson is a girl. Why does this mean that Robin can’t like her? Robin likes girls and she is…

“Oh.”

Robin likes girls. And he isn’t a girl.

“Yeah, oh,” Robin repeats.

He’s slammed uncomfortably back into his body. He feels all his aches and pains, the throbbing of his eye, and the knowledge that this is his body. It’s never felt more alien, the way he sits in it, the shape of it. Robin sees a man when she looks at him. He isn’t an option for her.

But - sitting in that theatre, side by side, she had felt - he hadn’t been him. He’d been her. And it had felt so comfortable and so real like he really was a - but he isn’t. He isn’t.

Robin says his name again, this time in a questioning tone. “You OD over there?” Robin quietly asks.

“No. Just thinking.”

Robin likes girls. He isn’t a girl. Tammy is a girl. Nancy is a girl. He is… Why did he think he was? It must have been the drugs. Some strange side effects. It’s the only explanation that he can stomach. He isn’t - he knows he isn’t.

Robin just looks nervous. Scared. She just told him something that she must have been keeping a secret for a long time. She trusted him with it. The longer he’s quiet, the longer she’s in limbo, wondering if she had just lost a friend.

This moment isn’t about him. Whatever she - he -  is feeling, it’s - Robin just needs to stop looking so scared. And it seems that he is in charge of that. Okay. Okay, he can do that. Robin shouldn’t be scared. She’d been so steadfast throughout this whole shitfest with the Russians, at least as far as he could see, that to see her scared now feels incredibly wrong. Robin is brave and smart and strong. She shouldn’t be scared. Not of him. Not because of him.

He makes her laugh instead.

#transfem stevie #transfem Steve harrington #stobin #stranger things fic

[lingeringmirth]

more than you know

Stranger Things | Stevie & Mrs Harrington | Rating: T | Words: 531 | Angst, Transfeminine Steve Harrington, Stevie has bad parents, platonic stobin (background).

CW: deadnaming

Written for @whumpril day 3: sweat | Also here on AO3.

Stevie’s mother is furious, but few would have known it. 

Hers is always a cold fury, one of looks and restrained emotions, carefully selected words aimed to slash. Now, only the way her hand shook gave her away… the hand which was holding a dress like it was something disgusting.

‘What were you thinking, Steven? This is…’

Her mother apparently can’t find the words as she stares at her, eyes rowing over her long hair and her make-up.

Hearing that name hurts, but she doesn’t dare correct her.

‘Do you have no shame?’ her mother asks, another stab into her gut, voice a hiss, low even when there’s no-one in the usually empty big house but the two of them, the perfect socialite wife and her failure of a child.

Shame is something Stevie is familiar with, intimately, from the shame of needing to learn how to dodge questions from well-meaning adults to stealing her mother’s clothes when her parents were away and hoping she could sneak them back in before they got back. Shame is looking at the women’s clothing section at the store and glancing lovingly at the make-up department, snatching lipsticks from the girls she kisses who call her King, whom she holds and makes feel good while she envies their softness and femininity.

Shame is a name that isn’t hers, should never have been hers, a body that doesn’t fit her true self, one that she’s had to make her image, however imperfect.

‘More than you know, but this…’ she gestures at herself, at her blouse and skirt, all the places she’s made herself soft and the places she hopes to, some day, ‘...I refuse to be ashamed of this any longer.’

She’s teetering on the brink of being disowned, she’s known that the moment Margaret Harrington had stepped in through the door and found her getting ready for a girls night with Robin. These are her last moments in this house.

She’s glad even if she’s terrified.

Her mother looks at her, really looks at her, the dress shaking in her grasp as she does so. Then she sniffs, dropping the offending garment onto the floor like it’s garbage. ‘Get rid of it. All of it. I won’t tell your father about this if you’re finished before he comes home in an hour. You wouldn’t like what he’d have to say.’

Then the woman who has never wanted to know who she truly is spins on her heel and strides out of her room without a hair out of place, impeccably dressed in her skirt suit.

Stevie does as she’s asked, carefully packing everything she can into her duffle and the rest into a box she’s had under her bed for months. She shakes as she walks down the stairs in the dress Margaret had thrown to the floor like trash, her head held high.

She doesn’t look back as Margaret Harrington calls after her, only once, sharp and in an undertone, after all, it’s not her name and the Harrington’s never really had a son, did they?

In her Beemer, she drives to Robin’s and she’s never been more terrified and free in her life.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday1 #shame #stevie harrington #transfem stevie #stevie harrington's mother #angst #cw: deadnaming #(even if she's using a name that's pretty similar to her old one)

[randompajamaalt]

WOAH I’M ON AO3 NOW??

woah guys i posted my first ao3 fic!! woooaaaaahhh!! it’s a stranger things fic centered around t4t steddie and transfem steve!! i might not end up posting it to tumblr tonight but here’s the ao3 link my lovelies!!

#randompajama writes #stranger things #stevie harrington #transfem steve harrington #transfem stevie #i love her guys. i love her #transfem stevie harrington #steddie #t4t steddie #screech #guys my posts have been getting no notes lately #he says to the void

[getlost0p]

Swipe immediately you coward

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #transfem steve harrington #stevie harrington #transmasc eddie munson #t4t steddie

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

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

#big believer of wayne and stevie father/daughter bonding times watching sports and fishing before steddie are even dating #wayne knows it's just a matter of time and he wants to get to know his future daughter in law. and she's great #steddie #transfem steve harrington #stevie sees the mug and immediately starts crying bc 1) wayne loves her and 2) wayne loves HER like not only is he calling her an in law but #a DAUGHTER in law and she's like 🥺 #eddie is as dramatic about this mug as you'd expect him to be #like. BETRAYED. by mine own uncle. i mean i can't fault your taste bc stevie is perfect in every way #but i WILL be prostrating myself around the trailer in throes of rejected agony

[dreaminginpencil]

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

#Eddie Munson #stevie harrington #steve Harrington #steddie #steddie art #steddie fanart #steve/Eddie #Stevie/Eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #Stevie Harrington/Eddie Munson #female steve harrington #fem steve harrington #transfem steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things art #stranger things fanart #dreaminginpencil #1k

[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…

#steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington headcanon #stevie harrington #transfem steve harrington

[lazylittledragon]

t4t steddie my Beloved

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #stevie harrington #t4t steddie #i'm so ill #you just know how much of her wardrobe is pretty gymwear #remember when i got accused of being a misogynist bc i didn't make them both transfem #that was. a day

[fuctacles]

Trans is fine, but you better not be a Swiftie!

For @subeddieweek Day 5 | T | 1502 | cw: hinted transphobia | transfem Steve, PDA, rockstar Eddie, jealousy, possesive Stevie, bitchy Stevie | Ao3

It took the whole of Corroded Coffin to convince her to go to the concert. It may make her sound like an unsupportive girlfriend, but she hasn't been to any of their gigs in months. Eddie never complained about it, aware that metal concerts aren't for everyone, even if they do like the music. She's also hit a weird stage in her transition when she didn't feel like going to public events. 

But here she was, at their first solo concert, no festival to crutch on. In the newest band t-shirt, one she saw through every stage of designing, her tits barely making a dent (Eddie had a different opinion on that topic), while two skanks next to her had her cleavages on full display in their tiny cut-up t-shirts.

They were in the VIP lounge, waiting for the band to emerge from backstage. Stevie could have been there with them, but the rush and heat behind a concert like this gave her a worse headache than the actual music. So instead, she had to sit there with two textbook examples of a groupie. And one of them looked meaner than Carol, back from high school, when she didn't get her chocolate pudding.

"You sure you're in the right place?" one of them finally speaks up.

Stevie looks pointedly at her band t-shirt. 

"Is this not a Taylor Swift concert?" she asks, eyes going wide. The second girl presses her lips, holding back a laugh. The first one narrows her eyes, though. 

"Don't sass me, girlie, you know what I mean," she hisses. "Wearing plain jeans and a hoodie to meet Eddie Munson? That's so disrespectful."

Stevie wouldn't call her jeans plain. They were expensive mom-cut and made her ass look good. The girl didn't need to know she treated them like a premium version of sweatpants. And the hoodie was Eddie's. He gave it to her before going on stage tonight. 

She shrugs off her words.

"I don't think he'll mind."

The girl scoffs. 

"Oh, he's too nice to say anything, but he'll know you're a poser. Who goes to a metal concert dressed like that? He'd never go for you."

Stevie raises her eyebrows, taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse you," the girl barks back, nonsensically. Her friend touches her arm as if giving her a sign to back dial it down, but she either doesn't notice or chooses to ignore her. "You don't look like you're here for the music, hell, you probably can't name a single song!"

(Stevie named some of them herself.)

"So you must be here for Eddie," she concludes with a sneer. 

"Well, I am here for him," Stevie deadpans truthfully. This seems to further fuel her VIP lounge companion.

"Keep dreaming. He's into real metalheads," she says haughtily, popping the collar of her battle vest. It's so cartoonish it takes everything from Stevie not to burst out laughing. "What do you even listen to? Country?"

"Taylor Swift, I already told you."

"See, Eddie hates normies like you. Swifties are so fucking mainstream, you'll just embarrass yourself. Maybe you should go," she suggests with a pointed look.

Stevie gives her a pitying smile back. Clearly, she wasn't as big of a fan as she claimed to be if she hadn't seen the photos of Eddie in official Taylor Swift merch that were trending just a couple of months ago. 

"Eddie's looking for someone real, not a fake bitch like you."

She was going to play nice, but that was taking it too far. She felt her hackles rise and her face turned into a frown.

But before she could say anything, the second girl slapped her friend on the chest.

"What the fuck, dude?! You can't just say shit like that!"

"Like what?!" She slaps her back. "Do you think she actually cares about their music? She screams fake pop shit!" She throws her hand back, motioning at Stevie.

Who was too taken aback to react at this point.

"Fuck, I thought you were being transphobic." The girl lets out a nervous laugh. "Sorry."

"What?" The first girl takes a glance back at Stevie like she hasn't noticed before. It was kind of flattering, considering she wasn't that far in her transition, but she wouldn't take an idiot's oversight as a compliment. "I don't care about that! Mainstream music is a bigger sin than being transgender!"

"I'll drink to that."

The band chose this moment to appear at the steps to the lounge, Eddie raising the water bottle in his hand in a mock cheer. 

"Eddie!" The two girls stand up in unison, and it takes all of Stephanie's willpower not to roll her eyes. Instead, she gives a wry smile to Jeff, who seems to be in a similar state of mind.

"We're here too, you know," he murmurs under his breath. 

Gareth nudges his arm.

"Well, I'm glad they're not here for me," he whispers back.

Stevie snorts after hearing that, but the girls are none the wiser, too preoccupied with their beloved frontman.

"Hello ladies, hope you didn't wait too long," he greets them, accepting their enthusiastic hugs and letting them kiss his cheek. 

Stevie keeps her face carefully neutral.

"It's okay, we know you're exhausted after the concert." The first girl smiles sweetly at him, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Stevie not to gag at the shift in attitude. "I'd wait the whole night to meet you." She might need a bucket right now.

Eddie laughs nervously, taking a step back to put some distance between them.

"Ashley and Xena, right?" he asks.

"I'm Xena!" The girl exclaims, clearly proud of her unusual name. Stevie does roll her eyes this time.

Gareth appears in front of her, snickering, and she punches him softly in the thigh before raising the same fist to fist bump him. He offers her the tray of cookies he picked up from the table.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." She shrugs and picks up one of the cookies. "Thanks."

He nods and retreats to one of the couches. There are three of them, set up in a triangle around a table with snacks and drinks. Which is very convenient, making Stevie think Chrissy has planned it out.

"You already know them, but it's rude not to introduce my friend." Eddie grins, making room for the rest of the band to properly greet the fans. "This is Jeff, Gareth, and Grizzly the Teddy-bear. He gives the best hugs," he says with a grin. Ted rolls his eyes.

"Just Ted is fine. But I do give the best hugs." He grins.

Eddie leaves them to it and finally goes to sit next to his girlfriend, throwing his arms over the back of the sofa and sinking into the cushions.

"I'm so tired," he groans. 

"Too tired to greet me properly?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. She can feel the eyes of the other girls on them.

"Never." Eddie raises his head immediately. "Sorry, baby." He leans in to kiss her on the cheek, but she moves her head away.

"I said properly," she repeats, but her tone shifts into her more authoritative one. He hesitates for a millisecond, but his eyes don't even shift away to look at their surroundings. Stevie enjoys the power trip, seeing him uncaring of who's looking and where they are.

"Of course, sorry," he amends, straightening up to go in for a proper kiss.

He lets out a surprised whimper when she dominates it immediately, grasping his chin and claiming his mouth like she's been starving for it throughout the whole concert. Eddie goes limp in her grasp, but she wants to make it clear who he belongs to. She grabs his knee possessively, angling him even more towards her, and her other hand moves from his chin to his hair. His locks are damp with sweat after the concert, but she doesn't mind, because it's exactly how she likes him. Dirty, unkempt, falling apart under her hands. 

She tugs at his hair, messing further the haphazard bun he's tied it into. He sighs, melting further into her, and it makes it easier to grasp his thighs and pull him into her lap. They finally part with a wet smack, and she can look into her boyfriend's glossy eyes.

"There's my good boy," she praises. "Hi."

"Hi," he croaks back with a dazed smile.

"Booo, get a room!" one of their friends speaks up. 

Eddie groans and hides in the crook of her neck, too weak from the kiss to face the teasing yet. So Stevie takes over the social interaction for him, lacing her hands together at the small of his back while he collects himself. She sticks out her tongue to Gareth.

"Shut up, we'll behave now," she says, before turning to the two girls, her jaws shattered on the floor and there to stay for her to stomp on. She smiles charmingly at them. "You guys were saying?"

Shameless plug: @stevieweek

#cj x subeddieweek #subeddieweek #sub eddie week #sub eddie munson #steddie #stevierything #transfem stevie harrington #transfem stevie #stevie harrington #transfem steve harrington #transfeminine steve harrington #trans steve harrington

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Steve had tried it before, the tinted chapstick and eyelash curler. He had liked it, a lot. Especially with his hair grown out, the blonde highlights an extra treat he had got for himself after he didn't get into college.

He had spent so long waiting for college, waiting for a way out of Hawkins, waiting for a place he could become a completely different person. Where he could experiment and feel pretty and kiss boys and figure it all out. Older queer people had always told him that's where the magic happens, college, when high school isn't there to stomp you down and you don't have to pretend anymore. But then he didn't get in.

But in his sadness, in his anger, in his spite for his father cutting him off, he thought fuck it. He'd actually bought a ton of makeup, and a coat that tied at the waist in the best way. But he didn't put on anything but the tinted chapstick until after he and Robin had become closer.

She had invited him as her prom date, he was sat on her bed, his regular two piece suit and tie, the same one he'd worn to his own prom. Boring really, but he blended in. His hair was shorter than it had been the previous summer, at his fathers insistence. He hated it.

Robin entered her room, the zipper on her dress undone and the strappy sleeves cascading down her shoulder. She stood in front of the mirror frowning. "My mother bought me this...I'm grateful but, its so pink and girly." she said. it was, Steve would have never picked it out for Robin, it was a simple cut but covered in baby pink sequins . He couldn't stop staring, the way it shimmered, the way it floated down her body.

"I think its a really pretty dress." he said, grasping his knees close to his chest, aware that his voice was beginning to wobble, as conflict grew in his mind.

"Maybe we should swap outfits then" Robin laughed. Obviously joking, as she continued attempting to pull up the zipper. But Steve's eyes didn't leave her, boring into her soul, and he didn't say a word or laugh. And so Robin added "You can. Try it on, I mean. I won't tell anyone."

Steve felt frozen. He wanted to, so very badly, but he felt himself refrain from admitting these desires, even from Robin. These desires he'd had since a young boy. These desires that were shaken out of him by life. These desires that lingered painfully still.

"Steve, I'm serious." Robin added, already pulling the dress off. She threw the dress on the bed beside him and said "Well I'm going to raid my mothers closet anyway, I'll be right back." she pulled a bathrobe around her body and left the room.

When she returned, Steve was standing in the mirror, the dress pulled on, fully zipped up and the straps sitting perfectly on his shoulders. He didn't even notice Robin come in, as he stared at the mirror, looking back at himself from over his shoulder, tiptoeing to see how it would look with heels, brushing his hair back with his hand and holding it as if it were in a pony tail.

"You look really good, Stevie." Robin finally said. Steve blushed looking down at his feet but then he remembered where he was, who he was with and he looked her in the eye and said.

"I like it...when you call me Stevie."

"Yeah?" Robin said. "Is...is Stevie...a girls name?"

All at once tears began to well in Stevie's eyes, "Yes." She said. "I am a girl."

Robin nodded slowly, taking it all in, and then all at once jumped across the room and pulled her best friend into a hug, letting Stevie's tears fall against her shoulder, staining her mothers dress. They didn't go to prom that night, they stayed home, doing eachothers make up and taking polaroids of each other in their prom dresses. Stevie kept one photo of herself in the inside of her closet door back home. Though she wasn't ready to tell the world, though she would still present male and have Robin refer to her as such in public, she knew her best friend knew who she was now. And the true version of herself grew stronger within herself, with every truth she got to speak aloud.

#transfem steve harrington #transfem stevie #referred to with male pronouns until she comes out #stobin #mtf steve harrington #trans steve harrington

[stregoniconiconii]

a sapphic egg transfem Stevie moment that exists in my brain is her being jealous of robin’s lesbian relationships. not because she necessarily wants to date robin or robin’s gfs but bc she really wants to Have a girlfriend and Be the girlfriend

#transfem stevie #transfem steve harrington #looking at sapphics like damn I wish I could do that and it's like Stevie baby you can #also I just love 'do I want them or want to be them' gay/trans moments lol

[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.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #transfem steve harrington #steve harrington #stevie harrington #my writing #my stuff #my things #bi eddie munson #bi steve harrington

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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

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #stevie harrington #genderqueer eddie munson #this is all ive thought about since i saw that post btw #hope you like it! #my fic