#ftm steve harrington

[solarmorrigan]

The boundaries of Steve and Robin's friendship quickly become all but nonexistent. They can talk to each other about anything, ask each other about anything

And Robin has questions

She's never seen a dick before, has no real intention of seeing one in the future, and finds the concept of them both mysterious and weird. But she can admit to a certain amount of academic curiosity about how they work. And then she remembers that her best friend, Steve, is A Guy™ and could surely answer at least some of her questions

Meanwhile, Steve, due to the aforementioned lack of boundaries, has all but forgotten that he never actually came out to Robin as trans. He's been merrily carrying on just assuming she already knows

These two facts collide one day at Family Video when they're both idly watching some mindless teen movie they've put on for the day while waiting for customers to show up. They reach what seems to be a very contrived skinny dipping scene, which makes Robin think, and she turns to ask Steve, "Hey, do dicks float in water?"

And Steve, without even looking away from the screen, shrugs and asks her, "How the fuck should I know?"

It takes half a minute of silence for him to realize that Robin is staring at him with no small amount of bewilderment and concern

(They later come to the agreement that they'll just have to wait and see if Steve ever gets a boyfriend, and then ask him all their dick-related queries)

#which means poor Eddie is going to have to deal with the both of them throwing weird dick hypotheticals at him #like they're spitballing ideas for a middle school science fair project #platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington #trans steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #stranger things #solar wrote

[scoops-stevie-archive]

ftm steve, established steddie. contains detailed descriptions of periods.

Steve spends the first day of his period absolutely miserable. His emotions are all over the place. One minute he's this close to lashing out at the first minor inconvenience and the next he's ready to bawl his eyes out.

He knows Robin can tell that something's up. She keeps asking if he's alright and Steve tries to brush it off, tell her he's fine, it's just a little headache, he couldn't sleep last night. But then that sends her into another spiral that makes Steve want to scream and throw something just to get her to be quiet.

Those are mean thoughts, Steve knows, but his body's all out of whack, and his knees and lower back are killing him and he swears he can feel his fucking hips shifting. Add in the cramps that are steadily rolling through his uterus and he's so fucking close to committing homicide.

He's in the stacks, dead-eyed as he stocks the new animated releases, and shifting from foot to foot because now those also hurt and he can feel the beginnings of a migraine that'll have him calling off the next day, and he just wants to go home and lay on the couch with his heating pad and his boyfriend while some shitty TV show plays in the background.

"Steve?" Speak of the devil.

Steve makes a noise of acknowledgement and continues to shelve the tapes. He ignores the pang in his chest that makes him want to reach out and pull Eddie closer and burrow into him.

As if he can read his mind (or tell by the look on his face), Eddie steps closer. "You got Robbie real worried, sweetheart," he says gently, hands in his pockets. Steve can tell he wants to reach out for him the same way he does.

"I'm fine, Eds," Steve says. More like he tries not to snap at the only person who knows about his "condition." He can feel his agitation rising, though, with another wave of cramps that are accompanied by nausea and a sick feeling of something gushing from down there.

"Is that why you look like you wanna blow chunks all over the place right now?"

Steve maybe puts a tape on the shelf a little too hard. "It's been a shit day, Eddie, I really don't need sarcasm right now."

Eddie puts his hands up. "Sorry, sorry." He comes a little closer and lowers his voice. "Talk to me, baby. What's the matter?"

Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's the first day," he mutters behind his hand.

"Hm? I couldn't hear you, Stevie."

"I said–" Steve sighs again, harsher this time, and his hand falls to his side, his gaze firmly locked on the tapes in front of him. "It's the first day, and the first day is always shit. It feels like a rock's sitting in my stomach or something and I can't take more than two steps without feeling like I'm gonna puke."

He doesn't mean to unload it all onto his boyfriend, but he asked for it. His perfect, wonderful boyfriend who takes it all in stride without a single hint of judgement or disgust.

"I'm hormonal as fuck, man, and it’s like customers chose today specifically to be even more annoying than they usually are, like they made it their personal mission or some shit."

Steve looks to the front of the store where Robin is still at the counter and then back at Eddie. "Robin keeps asking me if I'm alright, and I love her, Eds, I really do, but if she keeps it up, I'm gonna end up snapping at her and then she'll cry and that'll make me feel even worse."

Steve takes a deep breath, holds in it for ten seconds, and exhales. "I just need a break," he says, sounding defeated, and so so tired. "I just need to be alone for five minutes, and–"

Eddie, who has been quiet this whole time, like a saint, letting Steve rant until he runs out of steam, tilts his head and looks at him with those big Bambi eyes Steve loves so much.

"And what, Stevie?" he asks gently.

Something in Steve's chest snaps and his bottom lip wobbles before he can stop it. The back of his throat burns like it always does when he's about to cry, and– yep, here come the tears.

He takes a shaky breath and his voice breaks when he says, "I need you."

Eddie's expression falls into something Steve absolutely hates. "Baby–"

Steve clears his throat and the tears are gone as quick as they came, though his eyes are a little red rimmed and shiny.

He shakes his head and waves Eddie off, putting more tapes on the shelves like he didn't just have a mini breakdown in the middle of his shift. "It's fine, Eddie, really. I'll just, I don't know, take a painkiller and tough the next couple hours out."

The tape he's holding is gently taken from him and set on the shelf for him. Eddie levels him with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that really what you want to do?"

Steve bites his lip. He doesn't. Work is the last place he wants to be at today, or this whole week for that matter.

He shakes his head with a soft, "No."

"Okay, then."

Eddie tells him to go grab his things from the break room. Steve is too exhausted to argue. He comes back to the front counter but before Robin can launch into a lengthy apology, Eddie interrupts her with a minute shake of his head.

Steve holds his arms out and pulls her in for a hug anyway.

"I'm sorry for being an ass all day," he says and plants a kiss on the top of her head.

Robin hugs him back and kisses his cheek. "I'm sorry for being pushy." She pulls back and takes Steve's hands in hers, lacing their fingers together. "Hope you feel better soon, dingus."

Steve can't leave his car at work overnight so he follows Eddie's van to the trailer. He grabs one of Eddie's pullover hoodies out of his closet once they're inside and a pair of baggy sweatpants before making a beeline for the bathroom to pee and change his pad.

Soon enough, Steve comfortable and cozy on the couch, covered with at least two blankets and even more pillows, his hood pulled over his head and mussing his hair up even more. Eddie's got My Friend Is a Vampire playing on the TV, but Steve's saving grace is the heating pad that's covering his waist under the blankets.

Steve groans softly as he's hit with more cramps and shifts his hips against them.

"Here, sweetheart." Eddie comes back from the kitchen and hands him a cup of hot chocolate. He reclaims his spot next to Steve, boxing him between his body and the back of the couch. "How you feeling?"

"Like shit," Steve grumps, taking a sip and reaching back to set the mug on the side table. "I'd rather take being gnawed on by demobats than have to deal with these cramps. At least I can see the bats and try to stop them." He winds his arms around Eddie's waist and rests his head on his shoulder.

Eddie crinkles his nose in distaste. "Frankly, babe, I'd rather you not go through either." He rubs his thumb over the skin of Steve's hip. "What's stopping you from using all that government money to pay for your surgery?"

Steve hums and turns his nose into Eddie's neck, smiling against the skin. "I wanna get at least one kid out of you before I do that."

They've talked about this. In length. Eddie was there for the Winnebago conversation. Steve wasn't lying back then, but he's since realized he was wanting all those things with the wrong person.

"Yeah?" Eddie's voice is amused. "You want a couple Harrington spawn running around the trailer park?"

"Nah, was thinking more along the lines of a Munson brat."

Eddie stills against him.

Steve comes out from his hiding spot and grins at the look on his boyfriend's face. He leans up and kisses his cheek. "Did I break your brain on that one, honey?"

Eddie shakes himself out of his stupor and cups Steve's face, pressing him into the couch so he can kiss him silly.

"I'm gonna give you so many Munson brats, baby," he promises between leaving kisses all over Steve's face and Steve's giggles. "You won't even know what hit ya by the time I'm through with you."

Steve guffaws and lets Eddie cover him with kisses and love.

"I'll hold you to that, baby, don't worry."

#cj writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #ftm steve #ftm steve harrington #trans steve harrington #wrote this on tuesday when i started my period and was feeling like shit #now it's saturday and my period is over #cj talks

[littlestoneinspace]

best pillow in the whole world

Tattoos: Snake, Eagle from "Screaming for vengeance" Judas Priest album cover (it's not a demo bat but OK if you want to:) ), Steve's nailbat.

#steddie #steddie fanart #eddie munson #steve harrington #trans steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #ukrainian artist #ukrainian art #стедді #едді мансон #стів гаррінґтон #дивні дива #stranger things fanart #eddie munson is alive

[munsonkitten]

t4t steddie 🫶

#eddie got half a top surgery from the bats #ftm eddie munson #ftm steve harrington #steddie #t4t #trans steve harrington #trans eddie munson #t4t steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #art #my art #kissing #steddie art #slight nudity

[steddie-heart]

There is something very transgender about Steve Harrington

#ftm steve harrington #mtf steve Harrington #stevie harrington #genderfluid steve harrington #transgender #stranger things au #stranger things #steddie #maybe its bc im trans and i relate to Steve a little too much #i need more trans! Steve fics

[steddieas-shegoes]

"Where did we put the freaking bag?!"

DM request from @lillemilly: "Where did we put the freaking bag?!" Can't remember if you've written ftm pregnancy Steddie before. But i have a mini promt of either Eddie or Steve freaking out because they can't find the hospital bag when its time to go. I keep joking about forgetting my own bag (do date saturday) 😅 I promise you even if you do forget your bag, there is nothing in it that you can't send someone to go back for or that can't be bought in an emergency at the hospital! Also, I literally (and I am not recommending this at all it's just a funny lil story) packed as I was having contractions at 5:40 in the morning on the day Liam was born. My mom came into my room and asked what I was doing and I said, "just like, things, ya know?"

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"This is terrible and I hate you and I hate this and I never want to do this again. You have the babies."

Steve was in pain.

Everyone told him labor usually started slow, there was plenty of time to get to the hospital before the pain got unbearable.

Everyone fucking lied.

He'd woken up from a dead sleep to a wet bed. Eddie, of course, slept through his water breaking and the immediate panic that he was still not due for two weeks coming over him.

But only until Steve woke him up by slapping him multiple times on his arm and yelling that they had to go.

Eddie was currently trying to remember how to function as a human being while Steve was breathing through another contraction, the pain piercing and getting worse every single time.

"This isn't normal is it? Like, this should be slower?" Eddie was asking as he tried to lace up his boots, grunting when he had to start over.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just lucky," Steve gritted through his teeth.

"Okay. The bag. Need the bag." Eddie stood and turned around in a circle. Turned again. "Where is the bag?"

Steve was going to kill him.

He was going to have to be a single father because Eddie was an idiot.

That must have been written all over his face because Eddie suddenly clapped and started running out of the room.

Steve pulled his jacket on, already mentally preparing for the next contraction, certain that if they didn't get to the hospital within the next 30 minutes, he would be having this baby in their bed.

"Where did we put the freaking bag?!" Eddie yelled from another room, possibly the bathroom.

"Please, my sweet angel, please do not have your dad's forgetfulness," Steve sighed, hand on his stomach. "Is it in the living room?" He yelled out.

Eddie was quiet for a minute, then appeared in the doorway.

"Not there. Not anywhere. Do we even have a bag?" Eddie asked.

Steve blinked at him.

"I'm getting in the car. If you aren't there in five minutes with the bag, I'm driving myself to the hospital and you're not invited," Steve said as he slowly waddled out of the room.

"Oh!" Eddie yelled, brushing past Steve in the hallway and right out the door.

Steve just barely made it to the front door when another contraction hit.

"It's in here! I found it! See how prepared I was?" Eddie yelled from the car, proud smile on his face.

"So prepared," Steve snarked back.

Eddie helped him into the car and drove much faster than he should have to the hospital.

On the ride there, Eddie was holding Steve's hand, singing along to some music, and through the pain, and the frustration, and the fear, Steve smiled over at Eddie.

"I'm glad I'm doing this with you, Eds."

Eddie lifted his hand to his mouth, kissed the back of it, and smiled.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #drabbles #ftm steve harrington #pregnancy #labor

[yetsket3]

More trans Steve bc it makes me happy :)

#procreate #steddie art #stranger things #stranger things 4 #trans steve harrington #transgender #trans artwork #trans artist #ftm steve harrington #digital art

[inlovewithrain]

robin: so who is it?

steve: eddie munson, but he's a real nice guy. i like him a lot. he's real funny.

robin: you got pregnant for funny?

steve: uh-

robin: stevie, if he's funny, laugh.

#incorrect steve harrington #incorrect robin buckley #steddie #friends au #incorrect steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #ftm steve harrington

[sprout-writes-stuff]

My period is bad and I'm taking it out on Steve. Sorry man.

Eddie comes back to the bed with a glass of water and some pain pills and Steve knows he needs to move from the fetal position to take them. His limbs feel heavy but he manages to sit up long enough to swallow the tablets and have a few sips. Then he's back on his side curled up.

"Bad one this month?" Eddie asks.

Steve gives an affirmative grunt and a little nod. His period started last night and the first day is always the worst. Sometimes it's just a tiny bit of back pain or a headache and sometimes he can barely move and everything hurts. Today it's the latter.

"Can I touch you?"

"Yes please."

Eddie lies against Steve's back and wraps his arm around, hand on his chest. "This okay?"

Steve moves Eddie's hand down, closer to his belly button, and sighs. "At least it's Saturday so I don't have to go anywhere."

"Nope. Stay in bed as long as you want. I'll make soup for lunch."

Yes, food that is low effort to eat is exactly what he needs. He doesn't have much of an appetite at the beginning of his period and the couple days before it. He turns his head slightly so he can see Eddie "Thank you."

Eddie kisses his cheek.

#steddie #trans steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #this is probably tmi but im posting it anyway #my writing

[solarmorrigan]

Requested by @westifer-dead (I think?? I hope that was directed at me)

This probably wasn't what you had in mind, but in my defense, it absolutely was not what I planned on writing. It sorta snuck up on me. I hope this is okay, though <3

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

Prompt from this post

Tags/CW: transmasc Steve, fairly explicit depiction of menstruation, resulting mentions of blood, mentions of dysphoria, Steve's internal dialogue is rather unkind to himself in this one (soft ending, though??)

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Steve’s first, horrified thought when he wakes feeling an uncomfortable amount of damp sticking his boxers to his skin is that he’s somehow managed to piss the bed.

The immediate wakefulness caused by that thought, however, is enough to give him a second one – particularly when he feels the ache low in his gut and spreading down his hips as he rolls over to toss the covers back and reveal the red stain on both his underwear and the sheets.

Fuck.

He’s early.

His period shouldn’t have been along for another couple of days, at least, and Steve hadn’t even thought about putting on a pad before getting into bed—he glances at the clock—two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” Steve hisses.

He’d gotten home from the world’s most frustrating late shift sometime after midnight and had actually managed to get to sleep by one, and now his body is pulling this shit on him – waking him with pain and mess at three in the goddamn morning, days before it had any right to. And now his boxers are probably toast, and the sheets might be salvageable but he’s going to have to get up and change them right now, and he’s so fucking tired, and it’s three in the morning, and when he shifts to sit up, he’s caught for a moment by the sticky-slick feeling of blood drying against his skin.

He does his best to swallow back the feeling of nausea that creeps up on him at the sensation,  but it’s something he hasn’t had the stomach for since being covered in Eddie’s blood after hauling him out of the Upside Down, and the cramps really aren’t helping.

It’s for all these reasons that he’s probably less gentle than he could be when he reaches over to shake Eddie awake.

“Eddie, wake up.”

Eddie groans and rolls over, curling up with his back to Steve.

Steve huffs and gives him a shove. “Eddie.”

“S’early,” Eddie grumbles. “G’way.”

Normally, Steve doesn’t mind Eddie’s steadfast refusal to wake up for anything less than three alarms and the promise of coffee. Sometimes he even has fun with it, seeing how quickly he can rouse Eddie with other sorts of promises. Right now, though, he has less than no patience, and he grabs his pillow and whacks Eddie in the side with it.

“Wake up!”

“Whatthefuck,” Eddie gasps, bolting upright and glancing around the room for his assailant.

Later, Steve might feel bad; for now, he only drawls, “You awake now?”

“Did you hit me with a pillow?” Eddie demands, eyeing the weapon in Steve’s hands.

“You wouldn’t wake up,” Steve says. “I need you to get up for a minute.”

“What? Why, what’s– oh.” Eddie much catch sight of the mess as Steve twists to shove the pillow back behind himself. “Shit.”

Steve’s face heats with embarrassment. “Shut up,” he snaps. “Just get out of the bed.”

Clumsily, Eddie moves to obey. “I didn’t mean–”

“It’s– never mind, I shouldn’t have snapped, sorry, just–” Steve sighs. “Just let me change the sheets.

He strips the comforter from the bed and rolls it up to toss it into the chair in the corner of the room to be put back on when he’s done, but he doesn’t make it much farther before his body betrays him with another wave of squeezing cramps and a dribble of blood sliding down the inside of his thigh from under the loose leg of his boxers.

He swears and lunges for the tissue box on his bedside table to catch the drip before it can hit the floor, and he can hear Eddie hiss a breath in through his teeth – it’s probably in sympathy, Steve recognizes distantly, but in the moment he still feels like he might die of shame.

“Let me– let me get cleaned up. Just a minute,” Steve mutters, balling the tissue up in his fist and making for the dresser. “Then I’ll finish with the sheets.”

“Why don’t you go take a quick shower?” Eddie suggests quietly. “I can finish the sheets.”

Yanking a pair of briefs out of the dresser, Steve slams the drawer shut. “I can clean up my own damn mess, Eddie.”

“I know you can, but you don’t have to,” Eddie says, much more patiently than Steve probably deserves. “I’m betting you’ll feel ten times better if you get the chance to rinse off, so go ahead. You know how much I love wrestling with the fitted sheet.”

Steve should probably say no. It’s stupid to make Eddie clean up after him when he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself.

He should say no, but he doesn’t want to.

He glances back at Eddie, who looks nothing but sincere in his offer, and nods. “Thanks,” he mumbles, and Eddie gives him a little smile and a nod in return.

In the bathroom, Steve makes the water as hot as he can stand it and pops two Advil before stripping and shoving his boxers straight into the trash. If he tried hard enough, he might be able to get the stain out, but he doesn’t have the mental fortitude to contemplate doing that right now. His t-shirt has been spared any blood, but he puts it in the hamper to be washed, anyway. It just feels dirty now.

There are some months where Steve’s period comes and goes without any fuss; it’s an inconvenience and a bit of a drain, but hardly worth comment. Then there are some months that shove Steve headfirst into ten different stages of dysphoria and various neuroses for no apparent reason.

This one feels like it’s going to be the latter.

Even once he’s standing under the shower spray, the blood already sluiced down the drain, Steve doesn’t feel like he’s ever going to be clean again. He knows it’s his shitty brain lying to him, he knows that the feeling will go away in a few days—a week, at most—but that doesn’t help him now.

He wastes an extra ten minutes in the shower, trying to convince himself he’s only staying in because the hot water is helping his cramps (only partially true; he’s so tense that they haven’t really abated, and in fact have crawled up his sides now, seizing on the scar tissue from his bat bites and yanking his whole abdomen in tight, but he’s hoping it will help with his cramps), but he does eventually manage to force himself out and dry off.

With the fuck-off-biggest pad he owns shoved into his underwear, Steve heads back to the bedroom and stops short inside the door.

The lights are still dim, and Eddie is waiting up for him, sitting against the pillows with his book. He’s not only changed the sheets and fixed the comforter, but he’s laid out a pair of pajamas for Steve – the exact pair he prefers when he’s having a particularly bad day. And for some reason, that’s it for Steve.

The tears hit before he can even try to choke them off, and Eddie must not be very immersed in his book, because the first ragged breath is enough to alert him to the fact that something is wrong.

He looks almost wounded when he catches sight of Steve standing in the doorway like a weepy idiot, and Steve would feel bad, but Eddie’s already up and out of the bed and coming towards Steve with his arms open in offering.

And with anyone else, Steve would shy away; this isn’t a part of him that anyone needs to see, this weakness and inability to cope. But from Eddie– even as stupid as Steve feels right now, he knows he doesn’t have much that he needs to hide from a man who will help him clean up his own blood and then offer to hold him while he cries about it.

He accepts the hug, allows himself to be led back over to the bed and sat down, and then lets himself be held.

Eddie presses his lips to Steve’s forehead and then swipes his thumbs over Steve’s cheeks, wiping away whatever tears fall and kissing him there, too, like he can replace the evidence of his distress with love.

And hell, maybe he can.

In a while, Steve will want to get dressed and they’ll both need some actual rest, but for now, Steve thinks he’s more than willing to sit and let Eddie try.

#westifer-dead #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #transmasc steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #stranger things #no I will not use consistent tags! apparently! #cw dysphoria #cw menstruation #let me know if there's anything else I should tag for that I missed! #anyway this one got super out of hand I am sorry #solar wrote #eddiesteve

[scoops-stevie-archive]

trans steve growing up and feeling that something isn't right, she feels too…..out of place in her own body and she tries to placate that feeling by wearing pants and tshirts instead of the dresses her mother forces her in but she's always caught and punished in someway so she wears the dresses and fixes her hair and she grows up.

she's fine. she deals with it. until one day in freshman year the feeling becomes too much and she ends up confiding in tommy whose been her best friend since kindergarten and he gives her his old clothes he doesn't wear anymore. the feeling lessens and she's comfortable. for now.

then, in sophomore year, wearing the clothes around the house and when she's with tommy and carol isn't enough anymore. by then her parents are hardly ever in the state, let alone the country, for more than two days at a time. she's not worried about the gossip of hawkins getting back to them, she doubts they even care, so the monday after a minor breakdown in her ensuite, she pins her hair up into a bob, dons a polo and jeans, and the new pair of nike's she bought with the money that was supposed to be used on groceries.

the anxiousness still sits at the bottom of her chest. she can't put a finger on it until she's flipping through a magazine and finds herself sighing wistfully at the guy in a cologne ad, wishing she could look like that. it catches her off guard and startles her so much she rips the page out and throws it in the wastebasket. that sets off a whole new panic to have over the weekend, but the thought of not being "___ harrington" anymore is such a weight off of her shoulders and she cries in relief.

two weeks and another confessional with tommy and carol later, steve harrington makes his appearance at hawkins high and nobody says a thing because, really, who's brave enough? tommy will beat the shit out of anyone who so much as glances at steve the wrong way and it makes warmth bubble up in steve's chest and he thinks he's so lucky to have the two of them in his corner.

until november 1983 happens.

he drops tommy and carol and steve is clinging to the last threads of his popularity when billy hargrove dethrones him in '84 and opens up the whole can of bullshit that leaves steve reeling. he's spiraling by the time dustin finds him and drags him back into the world of monsters and government secrets, and it distracts him, protecting the kids and making sure they stay alive. billy still kicks his ass, female parts or not.

and then the shit with the russians and being drugged and robin buckley becoming his best friend and platonic soulmate on the floor of a disgusting bathroom stall happens, and it all feels like a blur. or maybe that's just from being knocked in the head too many times in the past couple years, steve's pretty sure. robin knows his secret and he knows hers and they'll both take them to their graves.

summer 1986. his parents finally decide to grace the town with their presence after more than three years away. things have changed, steve's changed, and its obvious his parents aren't happy. they scream, punches are thrown, and steve ultimately ends up on the doorstep of the munson's brand new two bedroom house, courtesy of government hush money, with a suitcase in hand.

eddie remembers the steve before. he didn't have much of an opinion on him back then but he saw the fallout with hagan and perkins and quietly told himself there'd be a space for steve in his flock of sheep should he need it.

he didn't back then, but now he does.

steve opens the floodgates and tells his story from the beginning. from the clothes, from the secret hospital appointments and the surgery that, before the demobats, nobody even knew about. he's crying by the end and tells eddie that it feels like a piece of him is dead inside. that after all of it, he feels guilty. eddie sits quietly and listens, giving steve his full attention with those dark round eyes. he tells him he doesn't have to be sorry for doing it on his own. he's not alone anymore. eddie reminds him that he hasn't needed his parents for a while now, and "who needs them when you've got us, huh? those assholes didn't spend the last four years risking their lives for this town."

he's right. he's found his family in the kids, in robin, in nancy, and hell, even eddie (he won't say how he wants it to be a little more with eddie.) he's grown up and away from the expectations his parents set for him and he doesn't have to feel sorry for that.

#its 1am idk if this is even eligible #i was listening to matilda by harry styles and got into my feels #cj talks #dingus #steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #trans steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet #cj writes

[bound-vivisection]

Steve sat on his knees between Eddie’s legs. If the ache in his legs were any indicator he would say he had been there for quite some time. This was Eddie’s favorite game to play. They would strip him down before making a show of undressing themself, milky skin pulling over taunt muscle. Pale pink scars lining under his pectorals and sides, mirroring Steve’s own. His mouth never failed to go dry when Eddie finally sheds his pants.

He personally wanted to kiss the person that invented hormone replacement therapy for several reason, Eddie’s massive tdick being half of them. Steve would honestly be jealous if it weren’t for the fact he is the only one that gets to enjoy it. Eddie knows this, he always chuckles at the dumb eager look on his face.

Which is why the situation he found himself in was especially cruel. Sitting between Eddie’s legs, his lips wrapped around their hard cock. He had been eager to get his Daddy off, his own cunt already wet from the idea. Instead he felt a hand come to the back of his head, pulling him forward until his nose nestled the sparse hair covering their pubic bone.

“Stay there baby, Daddy just wants to feel your hot mouth for awhile…”

He suppressed a defiant whine that he knew Eddie wouldn’t approve of. Big brown eyes looking up at them as if to beg the other to change their mind.

Eddie only responded by stroking his thumb gently over the boys cheek, admiring the pretty sight in front of him. A grin pulling at his lips when he felt a pouty huff exit Steve’s nose. He gave a gentle rock of his hips, hissing at the slide of their pouty lips around his cock.

“Be good, I might feel generous later.”

Eddie gave them a shitty eating grin, accompanied with a wink before turning his attention to the forgotten TV. This part had always been hard for Steve, resisting the urge to move. Fighting against every intrusive thought that told him to flick his tongue over Eddie’s length, ignoring the urge to reach down and play with his own needy cock. He could feel himself leaking down his thighs, shifting minutely to try and ease the fire growing at his core.

As if Eddie could read his mind there were fingers threading through his hair, a reminder. Taking a deep breath, he focused on just enjoying Eddie’s presence. The taste of him on his tongue, the sensation of their nails scratching against his scalp. It wasn’t long before he found himself floating, the pain in his legs forgotten. His hands finding purchase on Eddie’s thighs, just feeling the soft skin under his palms.

He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, but when he hears Eddie gently cooing his name he has to open them. He blinks a couple times to clear his vision. Eddie slide back on the couch, causing his cock to slide free from Steve’s mouth. He chased after their cock with a whine, only to be stopped by the hand in his hair.

“Shh, get up here baby.” Eddie cooed giving his lap a pat, signaling Steve to join him.

Steve quickly scrambled for footing, feeling unsteady on his shaking legs. Eddie reached out to help the boy, his hands coming to rest on their hips as he shifted them to come straddle his lap.

“That’s it baby..” Eddie hissed through his teeth as they settled. Manhandling Steve’s hips into place. His cock sliding through Steve’s slick folds before he aligned their cocks together, rutting against them with a low groan.

“Just let Daddy take care of you.” Steve panted, a hitched moan escaping him when Eddie slid his ring-clad hands to cup his ass. Fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided their hips in a rocking motion. Steve’s leaking cunt making the glide between their cocks deliciously messy.

“Such a slut for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you baby boy?”

#t4t frotting is on the menu #just s little something I wrote on my lunch #am I sorry about the cliff hanger? #steddie #dom!eddie munson #sub!steve harrington #24/7 d/s steddie #t4t steddie #trans eddie munson #trans steve harrington #ftm eddie munson #ftm steve harrington

[bowiebond]

Billy who thought he was gay having a full blown crisis over his growing crush on the Queen of Hawkins, Stevie aka Stephanie (🙄) Harrington.

At first he’s shocked because, how could that be? Billy has never been truly interested in women, even if he had slept with more than a few (whether it was for survival/manipulation/reputation, etc). Sure, a holes a hole, but he’s never wanted to kiss one. To hold a girls hand and take her for a joyride in his car, do couple shit. Actually found her attractive.

Though, Stevie isn’t really a girly girl. She’s got cropped short hair that’s almost a mullet, only just taller than him, wears boxy jumpers and polos that make her shoulders broader than most girls. She’s boyish, a total tomboy really, and he’s surprised she was popular in a small hick town when she…well she acts and dresses like a butch.

She seems like a total ‘carpet muncher’ (as coined by the basketball team) and Billy’s crush seems even dumber and more unattainable when he finds out she lost her popularity status and her ‘good looks’ because she was outed; she had been dating Nancy Wheeler. The girl seemed to get out of the fire scott-free though when she jumped ship to Jonathan Byers.

Stevie had been left to burn in the towns snide comments even when she had almost had an out, ditching her old friends after they sprayed ‘dyke wheeler’ on the movie cinema. Turns out she threw herself under the bus after she got into a fist fight with Nancy’s new piece, Jonathan.

So not only was he a gay man apparently in love with a lesbian, but the object of his affections was already hated by most of the town. Apparently the only reason she didn’t get disowned was because she claimed to like boys too and would stick to them. Probably a bold faced lie, but if it wasn’t…

Billy wouldn’t pursue her. He couldn’t. Surely not. She wasn’t a guy and Billy hadn’t spent years in grief over him being gay to just find the ‘right girl’ for him.

Except he stews on the thought. It would be perfect, wouldn’t it? His life would be easier if Stevie really was just the right girl he was waiting for. It’s the only thing that makes him pursue her.

She’s cold and bitter towards him at first, not trusting it, but Billy can tell he’s wearing her down, bit by bit, enticing small smiles and soft chuckles.

Stevie’s not a prude it seems. He takes her on the joyride he had been dreaming about and he is vibrating from how happy he is around her, can’t explain it for the life of him, and she crawls into his lap the moment he turns the car off, parked at the quarry with the intent of star gazing maybe, or throwing rocks and shit. Whatever suited Stevie.

She kisses him like she’s starving, tugging the handle beside his seat to snap it back so she doesn’t hit her head on the roof of the car, her hands feeling every inch of him.

She doesn’t undress herself, just tugs her pants down her thighs and sits on his cock like it’s her throne, and Billy can see now why she was royalty once in Hawkins, that wicked smile of victory on her lips as she leans down to kiss him hard.

Billy’s pretty sure he’s in love and it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s fallen into it. Stevie and him aren’t a secret. In fact, him dating her both downgrades his status and lifts hers. They’re pretty much equals, entirely average now, thanks to their relationship.

And the sex; fuck, the sex is good. Billy didn’t think it would be. Sex with women in the past had been performative at best, all about looking good and trying not to wilt at their annoying moans, but Stevie never hesitant to push him around, take what she wants with low groans and breathy moans, and it sends a spark down his spine every time.

She’ll pull his hair, bite his lip, swear under her breath in a low voice - tell Billy how fucking filthy and pretty he is like Stevie’s not the pretty one…in a weirdly boyish way. Stevie’s not pretty in a girly way, but Billy’s not sure if he can say that to her face. It seems rude, but Stevie is kind of just…a handsome girl? He couldn’t explain it.

They had been dating five months when Stevie turns to him one night, the pair tucked in her flannel bed.

“…Would you ever date a guy?”

It makes Billy’s heart seize, but after a moment, Billy realises he doesn’t have to be scared of her. She liked both. Had never hid that part of herself from him or anyone really.

“Would you call me crazy if I said I thought I was gay before you?”

Stevie doesn’t answer. It’s too dark to see her face. But she does kiss him. Soft and tentative before she pressed harder, molded herself to him.

Billy expects another round. Expects to feel a wet heat around his cock like normal, but instead there’s spit-soaked fingers at his rim, poking, prodding, pushing in deep as his head swims with confusion and lust.

He cums on his girlfriends fingers twice that night and it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, even if he’s not entirely sure why she even wanted to do that. Most girls didn’t.

Stevie owns a bunch of old makeup she never wears anymore. Refuses to actually. But she’ll touch it if she can put it on Billy, sitting in his lap and applying blue shadow to his eyes. She’ll only wear gloss if it’s from his lips, kissing it off and tasting artificial strawberries with an appreciative hum.

Stevie has two closets. One filled with dresses and skirts and blouses, all collecting dust, and another with polos and khakis and a growing collection of jeans after Billy infected her style. He lost his leather jacket to her and he doesn’t regret it one bit. It looks better on her. Looks the best when it’s all Stevie is wearing, rutting her pussy against his leaking cock.

They’re seven months in when Stevie gets into his car in tears one day and just says, “I can’t do it anymore.”

Billy goes cold at the thought that she meant them. And in a way, she did, but it’s so much more complicated than Billy could possibly understand according to her.

So he opens himself to understanding. Drives them to her place and sits on her bed with her and waits. Says he’ll keep waiting until she says what she needs to.

“I…I don’t wanna be your girlfriend, Billy. I never wanted to be.” He wishes he had kicked her out of the car instead of staying now. Wishes he had saved himself the hurt of those words. Seven months of his everything had meant nothing and— “I wanna be your boyfriend.”

It’s confusing. Billy doesn’t really get it at first when he asks her to explain, but slowly it starts to click. Her clothes, her hair, her boyish charm, her…

His refusal to wear makeup. His ability to spawn butterflies in Billy’s stomach. Why he wasn’t exactly a pretty girl, but now, no, now Billy can see that Stevie — Steve — is a very pretty boy.

It takes a little adjusting. The names easy; Steve didn’t mind Stevie since he chose the nickname forever ago with the knowledge it was a little more boyish, but Billy changed up the pet names. Good girl because good boy, princess became pretty boy, Queen became King.

The pronouns get jumbled at times; it’s hard to switch from public to private mode in general for Billy, but he has the incentive to try until he gets it right because the discomfort on Steve’s face is enough of a reason too. Because he really does love him and wants him to be happy. God, he’s a sap.

Billy’s too stubborn to let a good thing go, even if he knows there would be hell to pay for the both of them if anyone knew. Billy hid being a queer for years; at least he can play straight with his boyfriend in public. They both can, for now. It’s nice to know he can still hold Steve’s hand while out and about.

They make plans to leave the moment Billy graduates — Billy insists he’s willing to leave earlier since he’s already 18 and he wants away from Neil, and Steve waiting another year to be who is really is away from Hawkins would probably suck ass. But Steve can wait. He waited 18 years. He can wait one more to be with Billy as his boyfriend instead of his girlfriend. Even gets Billy to move in now that he’s 18, so they don’t have to be apart during the night and the mornings before they both part ways for school and work.

Sex’s is even better now in Billy’s opinion. Mostly because now he gets to try stuff he always wanted to. Like eating his boyfriends ass until he’s shaking and crying from bliss, soaking down his thighs and dripping onto the bed. Steve practically falls apart in his arms the first time he fucks his ass, thick and hard as he dragged his cock in and out of his puffy, stretched out hole. It’s not enough to make him cum, but Billy manages to get him off after, tasting his own cum as it leaks out of his aching hole and dragging his tongue up through the soaked mess of Steve’s cunt to bring him to the brink.

Billy has all the fun in the world when they do finally ditch Hawkins. He gets to take Steve to a proper toy shop and gets him a strap on. Which is both a blessing and a curse because Steve annihilates all thoughts from his mushy brain after destroying his ass with the stamina he didn’t know he had, and Steve likes to just,,, wear it. Around the house. And it drives Billy crazy seeing those straps fastened on his hips as he walks around in low hanging grey sweatpants. He knows it’s the euphoria of having a dick for Steve, but Billy really wants Steve’s dick like, all the time, and his horny brain can’t seperate those two things, okay?

At the end of the day, Billy is pretty damn sure he’s gay. Steve tries to tell him he’s bi because he did like Steve when he was a girl, but the debates never really gets solved or concluded because Billy’s firm in his belief.

His heart and dick just knew Steve was a boy. Simple as that.

Steve will never get it, will always roll his eyes and kiss him because the sentiment does make him a little giddy, but Steve doesn’t have to get it.

Billy’s soul knew his soulmate was a boy. That’s why he fell for Steve. Simple. As. That.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #trans steve harrington #ftm!steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #tw slurs #tw homophobia

[frostfairysteve]

hm. not enough transmasc steve getting his name from steve rogers/captain america.

especially works if he gets his name while reading comics with dustin.

#steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #my thoughts collection #i'm very pro steve realising and transitioning post-s1 #so why not post-s2. or at least not having a name before then #say what you will about the mcu but steve rogers is a good character (i haven't read the comics so sadly the mcu is all my knowledge rip) #except the mcu all my marvel knowledge comes from spideypool fics lmao

[thegoblinboy]

💉 for WIP!

I freaking love trans Steve

🍤 seahorse dad Steve 🍤

*pretend the shrimp are seahorses*

*click on the title to go force me to write*

There’s nervous laughter on the other side of the phone, “Steve?” Is spoken gently. Steve relaxes a bit, trying his hardest to shove the pregnancy hormones to the side. Recognizing Eddie’s voice immediately. Who he hasn’t seen in over a year. With the other being busy touring around the country as a singer, (who knew the metal genre would fucking eat the story of Eddie nearly being charged with murder up) Steve hasn’t held that much contact with him. That being one of the many reasons why he decided it would be a great idea to get pregnant. Even though Doctor Owens wasn’t sure if that was a great idea.

“There aren’t that many afab people on hormones Steve! We won’t know if you’ll even be able to get pregnant.”

But Steve was determined. He was nearly twenty four and with everything that’s happened to his body he wants to make sure he has at least one biological kid. He plans on adopting at some point, but that won’t be for a while until his name stops ringing alarms in the computer system. Not only that but he wouldn’t have to explain it to any of his friends, all of them off to college as he speaks. Him currently living in his own farm far far away from Hawkins where he doesn’t get many visitors. Just how he likes it. For now anyway.

“Hey Stevie-” Eddie’s words drag a bit, and it sounds like he’s twirling something around. Most likely the cable that was hooked up to the phone. “So fun story, I have no where to go. And no one wants to let an ex accused murderer slash rock star move into their place or hotel. And I’m in the area and I was wondering if I could possibly crash at your place?” He sounds nervous. Words stumbling over themselves as he talks.

Steve’s heart drops, because now he was in a predicament.

#seahorse dad steve harrington #trans steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #rockstar eddie munson #WIP Wednesday

[undeaddisillusion]

My favorite thing about FTM steve is that in most fics he got popular with the girls by just going down on them

#ftm steve harrington #trans steve harrington #bi steve harrington #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie