#trans dustin henderson

[grilledcheesehasfeelings]

ao3

Dustin and Max were hanging out at Dustin’s house watching The Princes Bride for the fiftieth time since its home release. Claudia got sick of renting it twice a week, she just caved and bought it for the two teens. Mainly so she didn’t have to listen to them argue about what to watch since they both loved it and were practically glued to each other’s sides anyways.  

Just as Princess Buttercup and Westley (who Max insists looks like a younger Mayor Kline) are about to reunite, Dustin says to the room, “I think I have to tell Steve and Robin.” Max whips her head so fast Dustin almost starts rattling off the risk of neck, and head injuries. He quickly decides against it when he realizes how intense she’s staring. “Okay? What the hell’s your problem?” Dustin asks, genuinely confused. 

“Why?” Her eyes narrow in a way that makes Dustin squirm. She has this freaky ability to see right through him, which means there’s no way he’ll be able to bullshit her even if he wanted to.

He sighs and pauses the movie, turning to fully look at Max now. “I got my period at Steve’s, left a big fucking stain on his couch.” He threw his hands up.

“He didn’t have questions?” Max asked with disbelief.

“You know how Steve gets at the sight of blood, he went all Mr. Mom and insisted I was hurt.” He puts on his best Steve voice, “Well Dustin obviously something’s going on there’s blood on you pants, come on just let me see–”

“No!” Max gasps.

“I swear on my Ghostbusters Certificate of Authenticity. It was mortifying, and then Robin got her Robin look. Like she knows she’s missing something, and almost has it, so I came up with a lame excuse about homework and bolted. Haven’t seen or talked to them in three days.”

“Well, you technically don’t have to tell them you could say you actually did have a cut on your ass or something. Seriously though you don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to. It’s not anyone else’s business.” She pauses and cocks her head in thought,  “But on the other hand it is Steve and Robin, and honestly I think they’d be safe to tell. And if not, I stole Steve’s bat last week and he’s been losing his mind looking for it.” She’s smirking, and somehow it eases his nerves. 

Telling Max had been easy but it was also heavy. She was still in the hospital two weeks after she opened her eyes after the coma and he just had this burning need to tell her. She almost never knew, and she was too important to him not to know. In response she weakly grabbed his hand, tears in both of their eyes, “Totally tubular dude.” They both laughed and cried together while a confused Claudia came in with edible non-hospital food for them. That was kind of the turning point for the three of them, when they became their own version of family, and eventually Steve and Robin were more or less forced to join them too at Claudia’s insistence. 

His friendship with Max isn’t necessarily surprising since despite her denial about it, they’re both nerds, but it does surprise him how close they ended up becoming. He thanks every deity he can think of that his crush on her died relatively quickly and they were able to become the platonic soulmates that their little adventuring party is weirdly full of. Dustin didn’t really understand why Steve and Robin wouldn’t date until getting closer to Max, and now the thought of kissing Max makes him want to gag, like that’s his sister. So, much to the relief of Steve and Robin he finally dropped it. It was also a pretty good indicator it wasn’t going to work out when Robin came out to all of them. 

Dustin turned his eyes back on the movie, even though his mind was everywhere else. Almost everyone in their friend group knew, he came out to Max first and after that initial confession it got easier and easier to tell everyone else. The fact he kept it from the original party for so long seems so silly in retrospect. They were the first kids that ever made him feel like he was supposed to even when they didn’t realize they were doing it at all. When Will came out to them it was a rush of relief, because while obviously different there was some kinship in it, then one by one it seemed like everyone they were friends with started coming out. He doesn’t care what they say, queer people fucking clearly have a way of finding each other. Steve being the straight anomaly was the only thing that really made sense about their gay little family.

Sensing his continued unease about the situation Max, “Do you maybe want to call Steve and like I don’t know, set up a time to tell them?” She asked.

“What like an appointment?” Dustin laughed, a beat, “Actually that’s a good idea, because they’ve been hanging out with Eddie a lot recently and I want to keep it Scoops Troop and you, if you’ll come.” He gives his best puppy eyes.

“I literally already decided I’m bringing the bat, even if it’s just to annoy Steve,” She shrugs, shoves Dustin a bit and softens her tone, “Of course I’m going to be there, I was already planning on it,” She squeezes his hand. “It’s going to be okay no matter what.”

Dustin sighs, “Let’s hope for their sake, because if not Mom will go apocalyptic, we thought Vecna was bad, but Hawkins will not recover from a Claudia rampage.” He’s kidding of course, but also not. There was a reason they moved to Hawkins in the first place. 

On Dustin’s eighth birthday, he broke down and told his mom how he felt wrong and he didn’t know what to do about it. She did the research, found bars and people like him, who directed her to secret specialists. Which is how Dustin was able to be Dustin. 

When his dad found out however, his mother was beyond shocked at his frankly, traumatizing reaction. Before that, Dustin’s dad was his idol, he was smart and a huge dork, he kept his heart locked up for a long time after that. The night his ‘father’ spit all those horrible names at him, his mother packed them up, found ways to forge his government documents and that was that. He hasn’t seen his dad since, and it’s not like he ever tried to find them or reach out ever again. 

One time he had Suzie’s help locating his dad, finding out he was remarried with new kids, like Dustin had never existed stung of course, but then his mom made his favorite dinner just because, and he realized with her and all his other found family, he didn’t need that piece of shit. Steve and Robin reacting negatively would probably hurt more than being torn apart by a demodog, he guesses. They really took on the role of siblings and losing them would be the worst thing to ever happen to him. 

Dustin grabbed the phone and put it between him and Max so she could hear everything too. “Family Video this is Robin. How can I assist you in bringing the theater to your home?” Robin says with clearly fake sincerity. Max and Dustin snort.

Dustin rolls his eyes, “Yeah its Dustin, but if I need some movie magic you’ll be the first person I ask thanks.”

“Oh thank god what’s up dingus junior?” She audibly relaxes knowing that it’s just one of the kids, and not an obnoxious customer.

The familiarity of Robin’s casual teasing usually was enough to calm Dustin’s nerves, but he was still too keyed up to lean into the comfortability of it all. He awkwardly paused, and Robin to her credit was patient as he tried to find his words. A soft nudge from Max and he was able to, “Uh. Yeah, so I have something I wanted to run by you and Steve if you guys are around later tonight, just me and Max?” There was no answer, which was concerning seeing how Dustin hadn't said anything yet.

“Dustin?” Steve’s voice coming through the receiver, “What’s going on? Is this a code red?” Steve sounded frantic.

“What? Jesus no, I would’ve just shown up if it was that. Like last time. No this is… it’s personal okay? So can Max and I come over later or…?” Dustin twisted the cord around his finger.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry man. Yeah that’s okay. We get done at six so anytime after that come on over.” His voice gets distant, “It’s all good Robbie, nothing to worry about.” Dustin wishes he could agree. “Do you guys need a ride?”

“We’re good, it’s nice enough to bike. Thanks though Steve. Um I’ll see you later then.” Dustin finishes lamely.

“You good man? Sounds like you’re about to upchuck through the phone.” Steve huffs an airy laugh.

“Uh huh. Bye.” He hung up the phone as soon as he finished his sentence. 

Max eyes him, “Smooth.”

Dustin just groans and slumps against the couch in lieu of a response.

***

Both kids are staring at the Harrington door, almost daring it to open itself. After a few more minutes and another nudge from Max, Dustin rolls his shoulders back, takes a deep breath, and knocks probably a little more subdued than he normally would. And going by the concerned and confused look Steve is giving them, the abnormal Dustin behavior is absolutely being noticed.

Or it was until Steve spots his bat at Max’s side, “What the fuck Mayfield? I’ve been looking for that everywhere!” Steve’s pinching his nose with one hand while his other lands on his hip. “I swear to god one of you little shits is going to be the death of me, but for real this time! Is this what you’re being so weird about?”

Dustin sighs and shakes his head slowly, “No but think you could let us in? Would rather not have the whole town hear my business if that pleases his highness.”

“Jesus Christ with the dramatics already,” Steve huffs but still moves aside letting them pass, not before taking the bat from Max and putting it in its spot beside the door. He closes the door and shuffles the kids toward the living room, where Robin is already perched on the edge of the sofa, biting her nails and tapping her socked feet soundlessly against the carpet. 

Seeing the teens walk through, she immediately tucks her hand away, but her feet speed up it seems. “Hey guys!” She says obviously trying for casual which she misses by a mile. It softens Dustin to see, giving him a bit of courage to just get through this. 

With his nerves settled at least a bit, Dustin realizes how silly this whole thing is. It's Steve and Robin for crying out loud, if they can handle inter dimensional flesh monsters, they can handle the fact he’s trans. The new confidence rushes through him, he just starts explaining everything, the flowing it easier than he ever thought they would. As he finishes he feels Max grab his hand again as they wait to see their friends’ reaction.

When he sees them visibly sag with relief at the end of his speech, Dustin calms even more. Doubting Steve and Robin was always a mistake, he sneaks Max a relieved smile, she returns it and pushes her side into his for a brief moment. 

Realization dawns on Robin’s face, “So that’s why you were so weird the other day! Dude you should’ve said, Steve has like the most supplies ever for that stuff, especially since E–” She gets cut off due to Steve elbowing her. Okay... weird Dustin thinks to himself but that isn’t going to stop him from feeling relieved that his friends are extremely normal about this whole thing.

“I honestly thought you’d guys have way more questions. I think Lucas asked questions for forty-five minutes,” Max adds, eyes squinted with a smirk, teasing. “Especially you mister perpetually concussed.”

“Oh come on, give me a break. I am in fact capable of complex thoughts you brat.” Steve throws a pillow at Max as a scowling Robin backs him up and throws another pillow at her.

With the noise of their playful banter the entire group misses the sound of someone descending the stairs, and a groggy voice fills the room. “Stevie, Robin what the hell are you guys doing.” He yawns and stretches completely unaware there are two people in the room then when he left to take a nap earlier. “Baby?” 

Max, confused, whispers “baby?” under her breath with furrowed brows.

Steve is up in an instant, concealing Eddie from the kids’ view. He’s not fast enough because Dustin gets an eyeful of similar chest scars Eddie’s sporting, clearly forgoing a shirt during his nap. He stands wide eyed, and just points at Eddie with his mouth open. 

In retrospect Dustin realizes he probably could’ve reacted better, especially when Eddie starts scrambling to explain the scars and hides himself behind Steve. With words stuck in his throat and not wanting Eddie to shrink in on himself further, Dustin just rips off his shirt, his hat goes flying, and wordlessly points back and forth between himself and Eddie trying to emphasize his non verbal point. Eddie goes slack, mouth dropping open. Eddie is gripping Steve’s arm like it’s the only thing holding him in place and he just stares at Dustin.

“Is this a really fucked up dream or am I actually seeing what I’m seeing?” Eddie says out of breath like he just ran a mile.

“Not dreaming man,” A huge smile takes over Dustin’s entire face. “Holy shit Eddie!” He’s laughing so hard now tears are starting to run down his face. 

Before anyone can get their bearings from the first reveal, Max as it seems has figured out her own realization, “Wait wait wait, Steve and Eddie are dating?” 

Now it's Steve’s turn to blanch, “Um.” He’s looking at Eddie panicking on how he should answer. Lucky for him it seems like Eddie has been brought up to speed and takes the lead on the conversation. 

“Okay so!” He claps his hands in a very Steve-like jock way that unsettles Dustin and Max just a bit more, “To catch everyone up to speed. Dustin and I are trans, yes?” Looking to Dustin to confirm, to which Dustin nods his head vigorously, eyes wide open waiting for Eddie to continue. With that confirmed Eddie’s smile softens, he nods his head too, and takes a breath to continue, “So Dustin and I are trans, and yes Steve and I are dating.”

“You guys can’t be dating! Steve’s straight!” Dustin squawks.

This makes Eddie frown and Robin just scoffs with a sarcastic yeah right under her breath. “Sweetheart you didn’t tell me you were straight.” Eddie whines at Steve jokingly.

Steve barks a laugh, “News to me baby. This whole time I thought I was bisexual I swear!”

Max laughs but Dustin still isn't satisfied, “But… But Steve’s a jock, you can’t date a jock!”

“Jesus Henderson it might work for you but I do not dabble in nerd on nerd romance thank you very much. Besides you wanted me and Steve here to get along, and congrats buddy we get along real well. Don't we Stevie?”

“Mhm,” Steve says with a flirtatious tone, “Some would say that I guess,” and he leans in to give Eddie a quick peck so as to not traumatize his friends any further.  

“If anyone else has anything to confess I think now's the time.” Max adds laughing. Dustin and Max are laughing so hard over the day's revelations, and getting rid of the last of their adrenaline, they miss the teasing looks Eddie and Steve are sending Robin, baiting her into revealing her own relationship with Nancy. Robin flips them off before the kids start paying attention again.

The rest of the night is filled with questions, and stories about transitioning and how Steve and Eddie ended up together. They talk and laugh. Dustin brings up how happy his Mom will be not only for Dustin to have an older friend who understands all the things he goes through, but for her adopted son to have someone love him as fiercely as he deserves. Not to mention that Claudia has known the entire time about both Steve and Eddie, as well as Robin and Nancy. But what Dustin doesn't know won’t kill him.

[keynb]

ST kids babysitting Steve and Eddie's baby🍼

Aka Steve's revenge lol

[voodoo-tofu]

Steve, who accidentally overslept his alarm, who was supposed to meet his friends for weekly brunch 30 minutes ago: sorry, guys. I'm late.

Robin: this is how you tell me you might be pregnant? I expect much more fanfare next time.

Dustin: can I be the uncle? How about the godfather?

Eddie: don't worry, I'll be with you and our unborn child every step of the way. We'll be amazing parents!

Steve: ...

Steve: Fuck you guys

Robin: ew no

Dustin: I'm literally a minor

Eddie: you already have

[roguealien-archive]

Original post date: July 15, 2022

Original caption: Eddie the mechanic

[seeandknow]

Tell me how badly you wanna feel my 🍆inside you right now?😉

[percable]

Here me out.

max coming out as trans to dustin only for dustin to pull up his shirt and reveal his binder

[solarmorrigan]

21. PMS with Steve being comforted by one of the kids?

*rubs my gay little hands together* This was a good prompt, thank you

21. PMS - Steve & Dustin

cw: discussion of menstruation

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“STEVE?”

Steve turns his face into his pillow with a growl. He’s going to murder Dustin. Actually murder him. He’s pretty sure the law would be on his side.

(Hopper, at least, would almost certainly be on his side.)

Lamenting the premature death of a perfectly good nap, Steve drags himself from the warm cocoon he’s made of his bed and pulls on the first shirt he can find just as Dustin starts up with another round of banging knocks on the front door.

“STEVE, I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE.”

Steve rushes down the stairs, hoping to get to the door before his neighbors decide to call the cops. He knows Dustin, and he knows he won’t shut up until he’s gotten an answer. He yanks the door open and nearly gets hit in the face for his trouble, Dustin’s fist raised and poised to start banging again.

“What do you want?” Steve hisses out.

“God, there you are.” Dustin pays Steve’s pissed off tone absolutely no heed and waltzes right into the foyer. “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

“Because I was asleep,” Steve says, shutting the door behind Dustin, since apparently the kid is here to stay.

“It’s, like, one in the afternoon, why were you asleep?” Dustin turns back to face Steve and gives him a once-over. “Dude, are you still in your pajamas?”

“Yes, Henderson, because, once again, I was asleep,” Steve bites out.

“Why? It’s the middle of the day,” Dustin says.

“What are you, the nap police?” Steve snaps. “I was asleep because I’m fucking tired, okay?”

Dustin snorts. “Tired from what, slinging videos all day? It doesn’t look like you’ve even been doing anything.”

“I’m tired,” Steve grinds out, “because I feel like shit. My back hurts, my stomach hurts, I’m queasy, and someone isn’t letting me rest.”

“Woah, are you sick?” Dustin asks. “Shit, are you contagious? Because–”

“No, Henderson, I’m not contagious,” Steve cuts in. “I’m just–” Steve pauses, glances around almost out of habit, as if there’s anyone in his own house who might be listening in. “I’m just PMSing, okay?”

For one long, blessed moment, Dustin is quiet.

“I have no idea what that means,” he finally says.

Steve lets out a harsh sigh. “It’s– it stands for premenstrual… something. Symptoms? I don’t know, I can’t fucking remember, it’s all the really fun shit my body does before my underwear start looking like a crime scene.”

“Ew.” Dustin screws his nose up in distaste. “Dude, TMI.”

“Literally no one asked you to be here. Suffer the consequences,” Steve says. “Actually– why are you even here? What was so important you had to come bang down my door?”

“Well, I was gonna ask for a ride to–”

“Seriously?” Steve bursts out. “You pulled me out of bed on my day off so I could drive you somewhere?”

Dustin throws his hands up in front of his chest, like he’s surrendering. “In my defense, I didn’t know you were asleep.”

“Because you were so understanding after you found out I was asleep. And really apologetic,” Steve deadpans. “But y’know what? No. I look like shit, I feel like shit, I’m not leaving the house today. You can bike your ass to wherever it is you wanna go.”

“Steve,” Dustin sighs.

“No. I’m going back to bed.” Steve turns on his heel and heads back up the stairs.

“Steve,” Dustin tries again. “Steve, c’mon.”

Steve doesn’t answer. The kid can see himself out. Or not – Steve doesn’t really care what he does, as long as it doesn’t involve bothering him. He marches back to his room, flings himself back into bed, and wastes no time rolling back up in his blanket burrito. He thinks he might hear the front door open and shut again, but he’s too busy burrowing back into his pillows to say for sure.

It takes a little while to get comfortable again, wedging various pillows in various places to try to keep the aching to a minimum, trying to wrap himself in blankets without getting his legs tangled and trapped, and even after that it takes a bit for the agitation to abate enough that he can get back to sleep.

He isn’t quite sure how long he’s been out when the distinct thud of porcelain on wood rouses him again.

Steve opens his eyes, blinking blearily up at Dustin, who is, for some reason, standing next to his bed. He glances next at the nightstand, where a steaming mug is now sitting. He blinks again, wondering if any of this is supposed to make sense or if he’d be just as lost even if he were wide awake.

“Wha’s that?” he slurs out, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

“It’s tea,” Dustin says, as if that explains everything. “Ginger and peppermint.”

Steve stares up at him. “Why?” he finally asks.

“It’s supposed to help with stuff like cramps and nausea. My mom swears by it,” Dustin says.

“Oh.” Steve looks back at the cup, watching the steam curl up over the rim, before the full implication of Dustin’s words hits. “Wait – did you tell your mom about me?”

“What? No! I didn’t out you to my mom, what do you take me for?” Dustin demands. “Although you could come out to her, I swear she’d be really cool about it–”

“Dustin!”

“Relax! I just told her I was asking for a friend, I didn’t say who,” Dustin says. “You’re welcome for having that super awkward conversation, by the way.”

Steve snorts. “You’re really good at this apologizing shit.” He sits up so he can grab the mug. An experimental sniff doesn’t make his stomach churn, so he chances a sip. It isn’t bad.

Dustin sighs, his head falling back for a moment with the force of it. “I’m sorry, okay? I was being kind of a dick earlier.” He straightens back up, but doesn’t quite meet Steve’s eyes. “I got kind of freaked out when you didn’t answer your phone. You always answer, even in the middle of the night.”

Steve winces. There is a distinct possibility that he’d heard the phone ringing and had chosen to ignore it. “I’m sorry, too. I was also kind of being a dick.”

“Eh. That definitely wasn’t the highest level of dickishness I’ve witnessed from you. And I kinda deserved it, so.” Dustin leaves off with a shrug, then perks back up. “Oh! My mom said that heat helps with cramps, too. I didn’t know if you had, like, a hot water bottle or something, so I brought ours.” He grabs the hot water bottle that had been sitting unnoticed at the end of Steve’s bed, holding it aloft like some kind of trophy.

“Wow, that’s – thanks, man,” Steve says, genuinely a little touched – he does have a hot water bottle, but he figures he doesn’t need to tell Dustin that.

“I also might’ve mentioned that you– that my friend was in kind of a bad mood, and she said to bring you some chocolate,” Dustin goes on. “We had, like, half a package of Chips Ahoy in the pantry, so I snagged those. Figured chocolate chip cookies have to count, right?”

Steve smothers a laugh with another sip of tea. “Yeah, those count.”

“Cool.” Dustin nods, then flops the hot water bottle at Steve. “Did you want me to fill this up?”

Shaking his head, Steve reaches out to take the bottle from Dustin. “You’ve sufficiently proven you’re sorry, man, it’s fine. I’ll fill it up. But… I don’t know if you still have a thing to go to, whatever you wanted me to give you a ride to, but if you don’t, we could watch a movie?” Steve offers. “I bet I can scrounge up some popcorn from the kitchen.”

He won’t be getting any more sleep, he knows, but he decides as Dustin grins and nods at him that naps are—at least occasionally—overrated.

[l393ndjean]

My hand slipped and I wrote a 2k oneshot about trans masc Mike asking Max for a tampon...???

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[roguealien-archive]

Original post date: July 9, 2022

Original caption: my apology for the last vid

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie Munson would call his period his demon. He would definitely be grumpy as hell as it finished up.

"I can feel it leaving my body," Eddie would mutter as he aggressively cuddled into Steve’s side. "And the fucker is kicking shit over on the way out. I'm sorry I was so mean."

"I can hardly hold it against you, baby," Steve said. "You were possessed. I would be pissed too if my own body was attacking me. If I could, I would kick your demon's ass."

"Aww, baby, I know you would," Eddie said and affectionately chomped down on his arm. "Love you."

"I love you too," Steve giggled as Eddie yawned sleepily against his chest.

"I'd crack open your chest and crawl inside to sit inside your heart if I could," Eddie muttered. "You'd be able to bring me everywhere."

Steve gazed lovingly at him as he he stroked his hair. Meanwhile, Dustin was staring at them with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Steve. . .blink twice if you're being held hostage by Eddie's demon," Dustin said.

"Why is he here?" Eddie whined.

"Claudia and Wayne wanted us to watch him while they went away," Steve said.

"Right," Eddie said, yawning again.

"I don't even know why?! I'm fifteen, and I don't need a goddamn babysitter!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Wayne calls you the baby when you're not around," Eddie replied.

"Goddamnit!"

"And so the demon claims another poor soul," Eddie said before falling asleep.

"I'm not - ," Dustin started to say.

"Shh! He's asleep."

A/N: I'm not Trans but I do love Trans Eddie, and this is how I talk about my period.

[cringevalue]

claudia henderson had dustin when she was sixteen.

steve knocks up eddie shortly after they both turn eighteen and goes to claudia for advice.

dustin overhears this and assumes steve got robin pregnant.

chaos ensues.

[wheatnoodle]

i love you, evangeline

og post | p1 | p2 | p3 | p4 | p5

~🌷🌻~

“so,” dustin says around a mouthful of french toast that has him spewing crumbs everywhere, “can i ask about…y’know…you becoming…you?”

“yeah, sure. ask away. we didn’t do secrets before this,” evie freezes briefly as she grabs a napkin to give him. her face cringes slightly. “sorry about that, by the way.”

dustin flaps the napkin to wave her worry off. “dude, you could literally get killed if you tell the wrong person.”

“way to remind us,” robin rolls her eyes over her coffee mug.

“anyways!” evie cuts in with a clap of her hands. “your questions?”

“oh! right. i wrote them down,” dustin says and pulls out his phone to open his notes.

“he wrote them down,” robin repeats sarcastically under her breath, earning a snort from evie and a glare from dustin that has her raising her hands in surrender.

dustin takes a sip of his orange juice and clears his throat. “okay. did you know before you left hawkins? how did you figure it out?”

“yeah, i knew before i left. i think right around when the whole…vecna thing happened was when i really understood what was up,” evie nods thoughtfully, “like, i always felt…different? or just lost, i guess. and then with starting to find words to put to my feelings, like transgender and dysphoria, it started to feel like maybe i wasn’t so weird. robin and i went shopping and tried on like skirts and stuff and that was wild. and then i started thinking about all the girls i had dated and what that meant, and honestly, i think i wanted to be them rather than be with them.”

“so if you didn’t want to be with them, are you gay? or…i guess straight? like you like dudes?” dustin asks, his brows drawn as he listens.

“y’know, i haven’t really thought too much about it but…yeah,” she shrugs. “i guess i’d say i’m straight since i like men.”

“cool,” he nods with a smile. “damn, so even as a girl, you and robin still won’t date.”

“oh dude, i was struggling helping her out with everything after her boob job. i swear, i was no better than a man,” robin says across the table.

“she wore an ace bandage as a blind fold,” evie laughs, tossing her head back. dustin giggles as he watches robin pick up the newspaper to smack evie with, her cheeks bright red.

“is it only robin and now me who knows?” he continues along with his questioning.

“you two and my dad’s secretary since he didn’t feel like answering the phone. she congratulated me, by the way,” evie smirks at the end. just picturing her dad’s face if he were to hear the news. the rage, the steam coming from his ears. screams that could be heard blocks away as he throws another lamp. and his loyal secretary of 8 years has already congratulated his daughter and told her how happy she is for her. robin high fives her every time she gets to mention it.

“damn! i cant imagine how much that took for you to cal him. nice work,” dustin smiles proudly. “would you ever want to tell more people from hawkins?”

she’s silent for a minute. it’s something she didn’t think she’d ever consider doing. and yet, she can’t outright say no.

“i think so. someday. i hope.”

“i could…ease them into the idea so it’s less of a shock? just like…gauge where everyone’s head is at in regards to transgender individuals, give you two updates, see where to go from there?” dustin suggests with a shrug. robin’s brows raise under bangs. now that’s an idea she hasn’t had yet.

“that sounds…good,” evie nods confidently after a second, a new smile blooming on her face. robin cheers from her seat and throws her arms in the air. “just be subtle! don’t walk in all ‘hey guys, how do you feel about hypermasculine jocks from small towns turning into women who wanna be barbie?’.”

“oh no, you stole my plan word for word,” dustin rolls his eyes. “no shit i’ll be subtle. it’s a shame a side effect of estrogen isn’t intelligence.”

“don’t forget i’m hosting you,” evie warns with a pointed finger.

“yes, mom,” he sighs heavily, “okay, you can stop me if this is too far. you said you got your boobs done, did you get…like…the surgery? like the surgery?”

“not too far, honestly. yeah, i got it about…a year ago, actually! ahh happy birthday to me!” evie claps excitedly.

“does it work?”

“DUSTIN!”

~

“i just don’t get why he hasn’t said anything. he said he would update us what she’s like, i mean c’mon, he’s the first one invited over! the first one allowed over! he promised to text when he got there, what if something happened? did everyone die? him and robin are silent! nobody answers their texts!”

“eddie! will you please just stop? dustin is fine and i am sure he isn’t wooing your fairy princess, love of your life, big stupid crush, ms evangeline,” gareth groans. he’s laying upside down on the couch in his and eddie’s apartment, curls dangling to the ground. it’s been forever of listening to eddie gush about robin’s roommate and now it’s just even worse with dustin staying with them. the least eddie could do is stop pacing in front of him, he’s making him motion sick watching his legs go back and forth.

finally, eddie flips down next to him with a heavy sigh. he takes a long swig of his beer, effectively draining half of it down his throat, before just staring at the ceiling.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. you’re right. everything’s fine. plus, it’d be pretty fucked of him to go flirt with her when i called dibs.”

“you can’t dibs a woman-“

“yeah, yeah, shut up.” eddie lightly kicks at gareth’s shoulder. he sighs again, his finger fiddling with the wrapper on his beer bottle. “…do you think he’s mentioned me?”

“that’s it, i need a knife.”

~🌷🌻~

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Original post date: July 25, 2022

Original caption: not enough mike and lucas with eddie content

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Amab Eddie getting trans man Steve pregnant:

Eddie: *eyes wide and gleaming* Can I tell Dustin?

Steve: *thinks it's cute he's so excited* Sure.

Eddie walked into the living room where Dustin was waiting for them.

Eddie: Guess what I did?!

Dustin: What?

Eddie: *sighs and rolls his eyes* You're supposed to guess, butthead. *grins* I fertilized your babysitter's egg!

Dustin: *shrieks* WHY WOULD YOU PHRASE IT LIKE THAT?

Eddie: Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were into science.

Steve: *sighs* Eddie!

Eddie: I'm not sure what you were expecting here, Steve!

[fortnightdjo]

St fav Christmas movie

El: Noel

Max: also Noel.

Mike: Home alone

Dustin: Ernest saves Christmas

Lucas; polar express

Will: nightmare before Christmas

Jonathan: a Christmas story

Steve: a Charlie Brown Christmas

Nancy: home alone 2 (yes Mike and Nancy fight about which home alone they wanna watch.)

Billy: krampus

Argyle: die hard

Robin: also die hard. (Steve tells her it isn’t a Christmas movie. She fights him for it)

Eddie: (he’s Jewish . (Headcannon))