Eddie, holding thier baby in the air like Mufasta with Simba: "Say Demo-gor-gan, Sweetie. Demo-gor-gan."

Baby: (blows raspberry in Eddie face, covering him in spittle)

Eddie: "Demo-gor-gan."

Steve, affectionately: "You're not teaching our daughter to say Demogorgan, at least not for her first word. Here, give her to me."

Baby: (Squeals happy while being handed off to Steve.)

Steve: "Can you say Da-da, Sweet Pea? Da-da."

Eddie, watching fondly at Steve's side: "You can call him Ma-ma too, Baby."

Steve: "Eddie shut up, you're just about as annoying with that mother Steve shit as Dustin is."

Baby: (Babbling happily, legs kicking while she's still held in the air)

Baby: "Dust-bin!"

Steve and Eddie: (Every ounce shocked and in denial exchange a look of panic) "Demo-gor-gan, Sweetie" "Da-da, Elsie Baby, Da-da"

Baby: "Dust-bin!"

Steve: "We're not telling him. As far as any one knows she hasn't said her first word yet."

Eddie, under his breath: "Fucking Dustin."

Baby: "Fuck-in' Dust-bin!"

Steve is having a bad blood sugar day. He’s either spiking super high or he’s dropping too low. He gives himself a correction, monitors himself, and then sees that he’s 70 double down with no rise in sight.

He feels useless and sad and pissed off that he can’t just exist like regular people do. Steve just wants to eat a cupcake without worrying about the amount of carbs is in it in order to input the correct amount of insulin.

He hates pricking his finger because no matter what he does, it always leaves a small bruise and an ache for days after.

He hates having to put a new pump on because it always hurts and Steve always cries a bit.

Eddie finds him on the couch, his diabetes pouch empty with all of the contents sitting on the coffee table in front of him. His omnipod sitting on his thigh and a faraway look on his boyfriend’s face.

Eddie takes his shoes off in the doorway and hangs his coat before making his way towards Steve.

“Hey baby, you doing okay?” Eddie asks. He’s rubbing a hand up and down Steve’s back, trying to give him space if he wants it, while also offering comfort.

Steve shrugs. Then he sighs. “Rough day.”

Eddie nods. “I can tell. Do you need anything?”

He knows it’s a lost cause asking this. Steve is close to dissociating and needing Eddie to handle things for the rest of the day.

Steve shakes his head.

“Okay, my love.” He kisses the top of his head. Then, he pauses. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie hopes that Steve won’t mind that he’s grabbing Miss Pebble, his favorite stuffed animal. (She gets sprayed with Eddie’s cologne whenever he leaves for a while).

He goes into the sharps bin and grabs a discarded pump that’s empty and holds no insulin. It’s still sticky, but just to be sure, Eddie grabs some of his quick drying super glue he uses for his dnd figures and glues it onto her leg.

Once it’s dry, he goes out to Steve and hands him Miss Pebble with her newly adorned pump. She matches Steve.

Steve looks down at his lap, looks back at Eddie, and begins to cry. The tears start slowly, but then pick up in speed to full-on sobs. He climbs into Eddie’s lap and places Miss Pebble between them while he grasps onto Eddie’s shirt and clings to him, face pushed into his neck that is getting soaked with tears.

“I know, baby. I know.”

Eddie wraps his arms around his lover and just holds him, letting him take whatever he needs.

Just gonna reblog this again. For reasons.

OP's tags on this are worth posting too. Especially that last part. Read them again if you have to

Robin accidentally puts a letter (meant to ask a girl out on a date) in the wrong locker. She waits, watching totally inconspicuously, except her crush walks up to the locker NEXT to the one she put it in. And dear old Eddie Munson strolls up to the same locker.

Robin watches as he unfolds the letter and blushes. She's immediately groaning and feels bad, because now this guy thinks someone likes him. And thats just mean but to confess and break his heart? She's missing lunch lamenting on the pay phone about the situation to Steve who is at Family Video.

Steve who has thought about Eddie for years. Captivated by the guy who will get up and yell on top of tables but also stopped and helped a freshman pick up all their papers when they dropped them. Steve who once got winked at by Eddie and felt his entire worldview shift.

"Well I'll go- yea, I can go in your place. Don't even worry about it." Steve offers. And Robin is so thankful she feels she would have combust spontaneously if she had to break Eddie's heart. Robin thinks Steve is gonna let him down gently. Meanwhile Steve is putting on his date jeans and adding a bit of lip gloss and winking in the mirror ready to charm the pants off eddie

bros holding hands for comfort

Gave him the hoodie

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I understand more and more things about cisgender men the longer I’m on testosterone. I know why teenage boys use so much axe now. I understand the crying thing. I know why they accidentally break things. I know why they wear shorts in the snow. I know why so many of them don’t use washcloths. I see everything.

Okay. Y’all want explainations? I’ll tell you all the things.

WOW THAT IS AWESOME INFO

This sounds like spiderman finding his superpowers

God, I love that comparison.

Op have you felt the urge to slap the top of the doorframe yet?

OKAY I REALLY WANNA KNOW THAT TOO WHY DO THEY DO THAT???

That one is to test how tall they’re getting. Men are on average six inches taller than women and it’s fun when you get really tall and can reach stuff you never could before. Once they’re done growing it’s either to demonstrate how tall they are to other people or just because it’s fun. Jumping is fun and slapping the doorframe demonstrates both your height and how high you can jump, or if you’re so tall you don’t need to jump. Hitting stuff is fun too when nobody gets hurt from it. I did that even before I started T lol. I stopped growing before I started T but I still do it because it’s fun. It’s just one of life’s little joys. For a lot of people it also just becomes a habit. Like tapping on a desk when you’re thinking or giving your friend a high five whenever you pass them.

wow I appreciate knowing this so much

Most people: “Huh, looks like it’s about impossible to guess the difference between biological and socialized gender behaviors. Let’s just pick a few semi-plausible generalizations and shame everyone who–”

Trans people on hormone therapy, finally in a culture that sometimes lets them talk a little bit: “OH HEY SO IT’S STILL ALL SUBJECTIVE AND COMPLICATED, BUT WE HAVE SOME VERY PRECISE POINTS OF INFORMATION FOR YOU.”

Most people: “Oh shit that’s useful.”

It’s weird that we keep trying to armchair diagnose asshole behaviour with mental health labels and in doing so throw people with mental health conditions under the asshole bus when we could just call a guy an asshole and leave it at that

It just seems far more straightforward, you know

Like yeah I know it’s wild but having narcissistic personality disorder or low empathy isn’t actually worse than or equal to being a straight up asshole, it’s like your choices and actions dictate who you are more than the qualities you’re born with or something

a world without trans people has never existed and never will

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Comfortable🦋

Okay so I wanna see something