#trans fem stevie Harrington

[robbie-verse]

eddie sees stevie accidentally trying on girl clothes + doing her make up and trying different names/she/her pronouns for herself in front of the mirror, he doesnt interrupt just silently backs away not wanting to intrude in her little exploration but from then on he's so !! excited !!!!! every time stevie tells him she needs to talk to him about something eddie is like 'omgomgomg this is it !!!! she's going to come out to me and she'll be my gf !!' but it's stevie telling him to go get x pasta shape next time or something

just eddie rlly fcking ready to hype up her gf whenever she decides to come out to him !!!!!!

[arelliann]

For @stevieweek : Sports

I love preppy ethereal goddess Stevie, but the other part of Steve's character is very much the big beefy barbarian jock archetype and I think we need more of the best of both worlds (p.s. fuck yeah buff trans women)

[ghast1yghosts]

“eds! come here, oh my god.”

eddie runs into the room, hair still frizzy and mused from waking up, “what- are you okay?? are you dying? whats wrong-“

“i have freckles.”

letting out a sigh, he says, “yeah, stevie, i know-“

“no, look. i have more.”

stevie’s still looking at him through the mirror, bent in close, finger pointing to the small dots that where NOT there yesterday.

“you…. have more freckles…?”

she turns and levels him with a flat glare. “yes. do you want to see them, or is coffee too important-“

“YES. of fucking course i want to see them-“ eddie shoots forward, stopping probably too close in her personal space.

stevie stands back from the mirror, dropping her glaze slightly and lets eddie take her chin in hand.

he gently moves her face side to side as he inspects the bridge of her nose with the utmost focus.

“hm,” he says.

“can you see them? like, which ones are new?”

“yea. there’s these little-“ he lifts his thumb and rubs it under her eye, “-ones i’ve never seen.”

she smiles, then eddie pecks a couple of them; on her cheekbone, the tip of her nose, the apple of her cheek. he plants a final one on her lips before pulling away with a shit eating grin. “more for the collection.”

“more to count more like,” she laughs.

“that too.” eddie looks at her with that little twinkle in his eye, like he can’t quite figure out how they’ve ended up here, but he’ll be damned if he does love every minute of it. every minute of loving her. she hopes her eyes shine a tenfold.

—

stevie gets estrogen freckles :)

[katyawriteswhump]

bride of frankenstein

for @steddie-spooktober day 25 'Frankenstein Friday'" & day 24 'pumpkin' @stevieweek 'I don't know about this one...' and @steddiemicrofic October prompt, 'dress'

Rating T | 350 words | transfem!Steve, steddie, fluff, attempt at humour | no content warnings.

In the costume-hire store, Eddie and Robin were arguing over Eddie’s Frankenstein’s monster costume and make-up.

Stevie was browsing the racks. She’d already chosen a pumpkin outfit, from which her head poked like an orange turtle, capturing her vibe of late. Since switching gender in small-town Hawkins, she’d favoured baggy, neutral clothes.

Usually.

She pulled out a slinky, silky white dress labelled, “Bride of Frankenstein,” and scooted into the changing cubicle.

She ditched the ugly beehive wig, then shimmied into the mid-thigh-kissing halter-neck gown—damn, she’d need her padded bra. She twirled in front of the mirror: “Okay, I don’t know about this one. You can see my whole panty-line in it.”

While her ass looked great, the clingy fabric also rode up her crack. Not ideal to take kids trick-or-treating.

“Can we come in?” sang Robin. “Your boyfriend has finally accepted Mary Shelley’s monster was pus-yellow with no neck-bolt.”

Eddie slipped through the curtains and gaped, genuinely in need of his monster jaw-bandage: “Tell me you’re wearing that tonight?”

“In your dreams,” said Stevie.

In my dreams.

Later, after chaperoning, they hit the party trail. At the final stop, Eddie opened his van’s rear-door for Stevie. Her pumpkin suit didn’t fit in the front.

“You finished changing, Babe..? Wow!” 

Stevie, wearing the white dress and lace-spiderweb stockings, took his hand and gracefully alighted. Their lingering kiss was inevitable, removing most of her lipstick and the remnants of his yellow face-paint. Eddie broke it and sighed: “It’s Chrissy’s no-costume chillout party, Babe. You can’t go in like—”

“I’m Stevie Harrington wearing a dress that’d terrify her mom. No costume.”

“Agree,” interjected Robin. “Bride of Frankenstein, my tits!”

She disappeared inside. Steve lifted her curling hair from her neck, whispering, “Don’t tell Robin or Chrissy, but I’m keeping the choker with the neck-bolt on.”

“Christ, you’re sexy.” Eddie nuzzled her throat, hands sliding to caress her butt. “No panty-line?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She smirked and leaned in, lips ghosting against Eddie’s ear: “You better get me out of this dress before midnight, or I might turn back into a pumpkin."

Tags: @wheneverfeasible ❤️❤️❤️❤️

My fic on AO3

[nymime]

I been looking some pics of Dita Von Teese, And holy shit, my mind just say Steve Harrington or Stevie Harrington, specially the ones in lingerie…. and corsets too.

pics: here

[soupinaboot]

Eddie Munson x Stevie 'Most beautifulist girl in the world' Harrington

[stevieweek]

Ao3 Collection | Days 4 - 7 | Prompts

hand-me-down, fic by allthewaytothechapel G | - | Steddie

Untitled, art by @stevieharringtonwifeguy G | + Scoops/uniform | -

I'll see you at the reunion, fic by @stevesjockstrap E | Stobin + lingerie | Steddie

Robin's Guide to the Care and Feeding of Your Newly Adopted Former Mean Girl, fic by @formosusiniquis T | - | Steddie

Strawberry, fic by @machtaholic - | + Scoops/uniform | -

An offer you can't refuse, fic by @fuctacles M | + Dom!Stevie | Steddie, Buckingham

prettier now, fic by @lingeringmirth T | - | -

I Wanna Be The One To Walk In The Sun, fic by @augustjustice T | + sapphic + the party | Sapphic Stobin

Wallpaper, fic by @steddie-island G | - | -

mauve, fic by allthewaytothechapel G | + lingerie | Steddie

Untitled, fic by @stevieharringtonwifeguy M | + lingerie | Steddie

Bobby pin, fic by @machtaholic - | + the party | -

find your Suzie, fic by @formosusiniquis T | + t4t + Scoops | Steddie

Still the one, fic by @augustjustice T | - | Steddie

Gender Euphoria, art and playlist by @hawkinsleather G | - | -

Who Is That Brand New Babygirl?, fic by @stellarspecter T | + Stobin + lingerie | Stevie&Robin

Long Haul, fic by @steddie-island G | - | Steddie, Robin&Stevie&Eddie

New Lipstick, art by @fuctacles G | - | -

What's in a name?, fic by @midsummer-semantics T | + Stobin | -

Contemplation, Action, fic by @talanashta G | + first dress | -

Untitled, fic by @stevieharringtonwifeguy G | + sports | -

it's a girls' night out. fic by allthewaytothechapel G | + first dress | Stevie&Robin&Nancy

Second Mate, fic by @steddie-island E | + monsterfucking | Steddie

Powerpoint Night, art by @fuctacles G | - | Steddie

You're the One that I Want, fic by @augustjustice T | - | Steddie

Silk, fic by @machtaholic - | + lingerie | -

Vampires and Werewolves and Demons, Oh My!, fic by @stellarspecter T | + monsterfucking | Argyle&Robin&Nancy&Stevie

smelling like a bonfire, lost in the haze, fic by @midsummer-semantics E | + sapphic | Steddie

[steveshairychest]

Stevie is wearing a tight black dress with a deep neckline that shows off all the moles on her chest, it also has a slit down the side that shows off the tattoo Eddie did for her and a bunch of people she's never met before helped with her hair and makeup. She left the house feeling very pampered and important, especially since Eddie almost tripped down the stairs because he couldn't stop looking at her.

She's excited for their date night.

Except it's a little more than their usual date night because she's walking the red carpet!

Stevie can't believe that she; a small town girl who works as a teacher, is actually walking the red carpet! She has her hand clasped tightly in Eddie's as hundreds of photographers shout at Eddie and demand to know who the dazzling woman accompanying him is. Stevie smiles politely at them and concentrates very hard on not tripping in her heels; the added height makes her tower over Eddie in his fancy dress shoes.

This is the official public launch of their relationship, and Stevie is nervous. Eddie said that they didn't have to do it like this, that he could give the plus one invitation to Wayne, but she couldn't deny that little part of herself that wanted people to know Eddie was hers; that no one else gets to have him.

But she also knows how... passionately, some of Eddie's fans feel about her rockstar boyfriend, and she'd be lying if she said she isn't a little scared of the backlash.

What if someone makes fun of her dress? Or says they don't look like a good couple? What if the photos of her turn out bad? Eddie's used to people talking about him, he's developed a good armour against it, but Stevie is still new at this, and she genuinely wants the public to like her.

"You did so well, sweetheart." Eddie praises when they finally get inside and it's nice to only have Eddie's eyes on her for that split second. She doesn't have to keep her smile small and polite and her posture perfect as they stand in a sort of waiting room on their own, just the two of them beaming at each other without the click of a camera to disturb them.

"Thanks for coming with me." He squeezes her hand gently. "These events always make me so nervous and having you here with me tonight makes me feel invincible. Fuck, I might even give a speech if I win something!"

Stevie laughs and bends down to kiss her boyfriend sweetly, careful not to smudge her lipstick. "If you win something, I'll kiss you on live television."

"Is that a promise?"

"Promise."

Stevie isn't one to back down from a promise.

So, when Corroded Coffin's latest album wins album of the year and Eddie gives a speech that leaves her sobbing, she jumps from her seat and kisses him hard when he comes back to their table, her hands holding his face delicately as Eddie breaks their kiss with a smile.

"I'm so proud of you." She cries and pulls him into a hug, a hug that covers the front page of nearly every magazine and news article as no one can stop talking about how perfect they are together.

Soon, articles about all the wonderful things Stevie has done for their small hometown start popping up and under all the old photos of Stevie and Eddie together it says 'Stevie Harrington and her boyfriend.'

Eddie whines jokingly that she's more famous than him now.

[halfadoginatank]

Addams family au, with Stevie as Mortica (she can be married in or not <3)

Her dress and make-up is inspired by the tv show Tish with a hint of Elvira.

[wheatnoodle]

i need more transfem steve harrington in my life. or more fem steve in general. i love her sm

this is when i stop and think to myself, if i love her sm and want more content, why don’t i write her and make the more content

[thestobingirlie]

some people need to question why they can’t imagine trans stevie and robin together.

[adelacreations]

RE8 trans femme harringrove AU where Lady Billie is royalty trying to curb off a rebellion of a village she has control over. Her armour USED to be pure white but eventually stained red due to the amount of blood she spilled.

Enter Stevie Harrington, her new personal guard because Billie kept either killing or eating her previous ones. :3

That's all I got folks. Maybe Stevie wears a muzzle because she has lycan blood and is quite feral sometimes.

[ghast1yghosts]

Steve Harrington has always been incredibly insecure and has next to zero confidence in himself.

that is, until she starts going by Stevie. her self-esteem skyrockets and she knows she's (and feels like) the hottest motherfucker you know.

crazy what a name and cute top can do.

eddie, rummaging in his closet after stevie says she wants to try fem clothes: ah-ha! found it. here try this on

stevie: ??? wha-

~moments later~

eddie, turning around and promptly going beet red : sweetbabyjesus

stevie, knowing damn well /she/ made eddie look like that: :)

[katyawriteswhump]

the holiday 💝

For @stevieweek movie marathon prompt, ‘the holiday,’ @steddieholidaydrabbles day 27 prompt ‘traffic’ (also, 28, ‘pining’); @steddiemas prompt ‘surprise.’

WC: 990; Rating: M; CW: none. Tags: transfem supermodel Stevie, ordinary British bloke Eddie, meet-cute, strangers to lovers, modern AU, inspired by the movie ‘The holiday’ but you don’t really have to have seen it.

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Stevie huddled, shivering, under her house-swap’s thickest duvet.

When she’d left LA for her ‘holiday’ near London, nobody warned her the heating hadn’t been updated in centuries. Nor that it was a ‘flat’ in a crumbling Victorian mansion, with traffic roaring by constantly.

Not that she’d sleep tonight. It was 4pm back home! She might’ve placed half the world between her and Jason, but sleeplessness still equalled wrathful pining…

A door rattled.

Crap! What was that?

The flat’s front door creaked open. In the half-light, her frantic gaze alighted on a hockey-stick. What were the laws on self-defence in this crappy country? She hid behind the bedroom door, waited till they neared, then…

Crack!

“Bloody Hell!” yelped the burglar. Stevie had—stupidly?—not hit hard. Chiefly, because the guy was sexy-as-fuck. “You’re not Chrissy!”

“Chrissy? No, I’m—”

“World-famous supermodel Stevie Harrington! Why are you in my sister’s flat?”

“Your sister?” The hockey-stick slipped from her trembling hands. He’d got long dark hair and obscenely beautiful eyes.

He rattled a door-key: “See?”

“Oh shit,” she mumbled. “Not a burglar.”

“No. Um, sorry, but I’m inordinately pissed and… really need the loo.” He grimaced, hopping toe-to-toe. “May I?”

When he returned, she gave him ice for his bruise, and he slumped on the sofa.  After learning about the house-swap, Eddie—as he introduced himself over brandy—explained how Chrissy wanted to escape her loneliness following a break-up.

“Yeah,” sighed Stevie. “I relate.”

Eddie’s sad smile touched and intrigued her. Before she dared ask, he winced at his cell. “Ten missed calls from Chrissy. I’m a terrible brother.”

“Yeah? I should sue her for false advertising.” Stevie sat down beside him to share the house-swap pics, which he explained were taken on a rare snow-day.

“Seriously, you’re not gonna sue her?”

Her turn to wince. He was intense, clearly super-protective of Chrissy, which made her sigh inwardly. He was literally the anti-Jason. “I won’t. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Please yourself. Honestly, South London is cool. Jude Law grew up nearby.” Stevie shrugged. “The Stones? David Bowie?”

“Bowie? Wow!”

Eddie’s smile finally lit those eyes. He sent a Bowie playlist to Chrissy’s speakers, while leaning dangerously into Stevie’s personal space. Or was she being pulled, magnet-like, into his?

Warmth blossomed in her chest, radiated out with every beat of her heart. They were laughing and joking and… her focus flitted to Eddie’s lush lips.

His slid… lower.

“Honestly,” he said, in that totally-growing-on-her accent, “these days, Bromley is considered pretty desirable.”

He stared so hard at her cleavage, she gasped.

“Sorry.” He discarded his brandy, pinched his brow. “This is weird. Me hanging with Stevie Harrington.”

Stevie sighed. “You think I’m shorter in real life?” It was one of Jason’s fave put-downs.

“No.” That smile again, and she was dying happy. “The biggest surprise is your Winnie-the-Pooh PJs. I pictured you sleeping in baby-doll lingerie.”

Stevie blinked. He pictured that BEFORE we met?

Okay, she'd modelled slinky stuff, but… Dammit, she’d barely had time to be embarrassed about Pooh.

“This was gonna be a ‘me-break,’” she flustered. “Wasn’t expecting company.”

“Yeah, sorry. Again. Um… can I kip on the couch? Be gone before you wake.”

If Stevie had worn her matching Pooh slippers, her heart would’ve plummeted through them. Then instantly skyrocketed. Eddie leaned waaaay too close again. Trouble was, even his beer-breath proved alluring.

“Yeah, fine,” she stammered. “Tho’ this sofa is tiny, and…”  She brushed her mouth against Eddie’s, the whispering ghost of a kiss.

“W-wow?” stuttered Eddie.

She licked her lips. He tasted boozy, but she liked. And omfg, what had come over her? Her knuckles caressed his cheek, trembling like she was the drunk one. “I’ve never kissed a stranger before.”

His flirtatious snicker warmed-up long-neglected places inside her. “Really? I do it all the time.”

They tumbled into the next kiss, which heated, sizzled, lingered smoochily, till she asked, breathless: “Seeing as you’re super-hot, and I’m leaving tomorrow… we should have sex.”

“Stevie, you’re the hottest girl in the world—sure you’re not a dream?”

They barely reached Chrissy’s bed before they fucked, with Bowie’s ‘Heroes’ cheering them on. Stevie had never done anything this spontaneous. And, for someone ‘sozzled’, Eddie sure knew how to please a partner… over and over and over.

Eventually, Stevie watched him sleep, cursing her surging 'feels.'

This heartache was crazy. Why couldn’t she enjoy a one-night stand? Eddie seemed sweet. Also, a stranger! She was on the rebound, still kinda pining… or was she?

Honestly, she felt closer to Eddie already than she ever had to Jason.

Stevie, you’re jet-lagged and over-emotional. Go home. To a fresh start.

And nope, she couldn’t make that new life here.

Next morning, Eddie apologised about basically everything.

“Chill,” said Stevie breezily, over their Deliveroo banana-chocolate crepes. “I had fun.”

Not gonna be clingy and tragic.

“Still leaving?” he asked, doe-eyed.

She nodded. Her chest panged, and it didn’t help that Eddie resembled a kicked puppy. He fluffed his hair, awkward.

“Stevie, listen. Firstly, that ex of yours who said you sucked at sex? He’s a liar. Secondly, my life is really complicated.” Indeed, his cell bleeped with messages all night. Another reason Stevie’s ‘feels’ were madness. “But… if you change your mind, I’m having dinner later at the pub on the corner.”

The hug, and their tender farewell kiss, choked her up. Shit, she never fucking cried!

Her limo sat in traffic for two hours on its way to the airport. Three more, after Stevie demanded the driver turn back. In the pub, she got tons of stares in her cute cocktail-dress and even signed some autographs. When Eddie finally arrived, his surprised smile was beyond delicious.

“Hey,” she said, deserting her Chardonnay.

“Hello, Gorgeous.” He slid his hand to her waist, drawing her into a sensual kiss that was somehow comfortably familiar and the most startling, exciting thing ever.

She was definitely gonna stay the whole two weeks. Then… who knew?

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No pressure tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚❤️💚 and also a billion thanks for helping me get this going… I would very much like to flesh this part out in a longer version and tell Chrissy’s story in LA with Stevie's friend Robin… that said, it was also nice to set something somewhere I know for a change even if the details were few and chiefly unnecessary! Anyhow... I might continue and have more fun with this, who knows… 😉) My fic on ao3

[transvampireboyfriend]

i love stevie harrington 🩷😭

i love stevie who's basically just a girl in the same clothes and personality as steve <3

i love stevie who's a muscular jock and super athletic like steve <3

i love stevie who is the girliest girl and is all pink and frills and bows in the same way that steve is a guy's guy and all blues and plaid and polos <3

i love stevie who is a cheerleader because steve is a jock <3

i love stevie who is studious and an all As student like steve is a great athlete and swim captain <3

i love stevie who is a mean girl because steve is popular <3

i love when she's bisexual and i love when she's a lesbian and i love when she's straight and i love when she's asexual and i love when she's trans <3

i love when she's named steve and stevie and stephanie and stephie and every other name you give her <3

i love all of your interpretations of her <3

i just love my wife 😭🩷😭🩷

[str4wb3rry-fire]

can we all agree that stevies favorite colors are pink and yellow ??? okay cool just making sure