#transmasc steve harrington

[paperbackribs]

transmasc Steve with weirdly supportive parents at the beginning, they pay for t-shots, an overhaul of his wardrobe, and (later) top surgery, and the family moves to Hawkins so Steve has a new school and a chance to be him without the weight of how he hadn't fit in before

but it becomes this thing, this burden with weight and expectations. because Richard Harrington, he'd always wanted a boy, a man to take over the business, a prodigal son

so it's like a cursed monkey paw at home: have to be a boy in a certain way, date the right sort of people, and definitely only date girls

and Steve's mixed up because he's grateful, he is, but when does he get to live as himself and not an extension of the Harrington's? does he even deserve to for all that they've done for him?

and so he becomes a bit of an asshole, absorbed in presenting in The Right Way, which means being an aggressive asshole, right?

sports, cars, girlfriends.

right?

then the Upside Down happens and happens again, and Steve learns that there are more important and scarier things than Richard Harrington and his expectations

it's not easy and it's not quick, but Steve gets a new family of kids in his back pocket, and a platonic soulmate on his shoulder. he finds that he can paint his nails with Robin and still be a boy, he can care and cook for Max while she's having a hard time after Billy and still be masculine, he can fall in love with Eddie Munson and still be a man

Steve is more than what Richard Harrington would make of him

#the irony of Steve becoming known as a ladies man when he's tech a virgin because he loves going down on girls but it also keeps his secret #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #transmasc steve harrington

[queen-xf-hearts]

transmasc steve who isn't out to eddie yet tells him in one of their hangout that he once taught tommy how to eat pussy and eddie being the idiot says “what, did you make a diagram for him or something?” and steve laughs nervously and replies “haha, something like that.”

#you can't tell me that transmasc steve never hooked up with tommy at least once #steddie #transmasc steve harrington

[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

[maikaartwork]

A commission piece for the delightful @stevesbelly - pure pleasure working on this for you, thank you for the trust!

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#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #trans steve harrington #transmasc steve harrington #commission art #chaoscreations

[atimeofyourlife]

It's a boy!

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: cake wc: 311 | rated: t | cw: none | tags: trans Steve Harrington this sat at 205 words for most of the month, finding that extra 106 was so hard!

After his first attempt at baking had nearly destroyed the trailer’s kitchen, Eddie had roped in Robin for help. Who in turn called in Dustin, who had then insisted that his mom would be the best person to help out.

So the three of them were crowded into the Henderson’s kitchen, with Claudia teaching them how to bake a cake. All she’d needed to hear was “It’s for Steve,” before she was agreeing to anything they asked.

As he watched Claudia work her magic, he found it harder and harder to understand how, exactly, he’d managed to mess up a basic box mix so badly, when she made it look so easy.

Eddie came up with the idea when Steve had told them that he was, well, Steve. Eddie wanted to celebrate Steve feeling comfortable and brave enough to tell them that he wasn’t the girl they thought they knew. Especially as everyone knew his parents weren’t the type to celebrate Steve the way he deserved.

Once the cake was finished and decorated, Eddie jumped into action to get everyone over, to surprise Steve. All the kids, Nancy and Jonathan, Hopper and Mrs Byers, even Sue and Charles Sinclair. Everyone who loved Steve crowding into the Henderson's living room, waiting for Steve to get off work. Dustin took the task of getting Steve to come over, calling him at work and making an excuse of something he needed Steve's help with.

"What's going on?" Steve asked, confused when he walked in. When Dustin had called him, he wasn't expecting anyone else to be there.

"We just wanted to celebrate you. Surprise, baby." Eddie replied, kissing Steve softly before dragging him to the table to see the cake. "For you, sweetheart."

Steve took in the cake, then started laughing as he read the words piped on in blue icing.

‘It’s a Boy!’

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steve x eddie #trans steve harrington #transmasc steve harrington #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficaugust #atimeofyourwrites

[cringevalue]

everyone always says not to get your first boyfriend’s name tattooed, but nobody has said anything about his guitar pick…

#steddie #steve harrington #transmasc steve harrington #fanart

[dartlekey]

Drenched by a sudden downpour and locked out of the youth hostel they were supposed to be staying at, university students Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson find themselves unwittingly and very much against their will trapped in night-time Rome together, and sharing a cramped hotel room. And a bathtub. Things kind of escalate from there. (No hotel clerks were traumatized during the writing of this fic.)

If you enjoy idiots-to-lovers, bickering as foreplay, and T4T Steddie, this fic might be for you!

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #t4t steddie #trans eddie munson #trans steve harrington #transmasc eddie munson #transmasc steve harrington #trans!steve harrington #trans!eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfic #steddie fic rec #dropped my keys

[steddieas-shegoes]

for the headcanon thing- transmasc Steve "I didn't want you to find out this way"

Okay so this one has like a bit of a forced coming out/accidental finding out situation that could be triggering for some people. I promise you it is all good and happy and cute, but I do NOT want anyone who may be sensitive to this to read it so I'm putting it under the cut

Eddie looked down at the driver's license in his hand.

Amelia Marie Harrington.

That...couldn't be right.

But it also couldn't be wrong.

"Eds! Car's running, let's go!" Steve's voice filtered out from the foyer of his house.

Eddie didn't notice that he was getting closer, didn't realize he was coming into the living room until it was already too late.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

Eddie nearly dropped the ID in his hand.

"Sorry. Um. I was looking for the $10 I had in my pocket and thought it maybe fell out on the couch."

That was true. He'd had a reason for digging through the cushions, it wasn't like he'd just started invading Steve's privacy.

But now that he'd found this, he was torn between trying to brush it off and hide it or ask every question running through his head.

"Did you find it?" Steve was coming over to him, a small smile still on his face. "You can borrow $10 if you didn't. I'm sure it'll turn up."

"Oh. Uh. Nope, didn't find it."

"Whatcha got there, then?"

Steve was in front of him now, looking down at what Eddie was holding.

He froze, Eddie didn't even think he was breathing.

"Where did you get that?"

"It was in the couch. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to-"

"You can't tell anyone. Please."

And that wasn't right, that tone of voice, the way he was suddenly putting more space between them as if they ever had space between them.

Things may have been complicated between them (and now Eddie understood some of why), but they were always close.

"I wouldn't. I won't."

"I didn't want you to find out this way."

Steve looked like he was fighting tears, like he was trying so hard to keep it together.

"Hey, Stevie, look at me." Eddie reached a hand out to touch his cheek, his thumb working over the small scar he had on his jaw from a fight in high school. "I'm sorry I found out like this. It should've been something you could tell me if and when you're ready. I promise you I won't ever tell anyone."

"I know you won't."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I just. I didn't want this to end."

"What to end?"

"This. The way we are."

"Why would it end?"

Steve's brows crinkled.

"Because I'm...you know that I don't have a dick right? Like, not a real one."

And Eddie couldn't help it; He laughed.

It broke the tension, though Steve was still staring at him like he was expecting him to run for it.

"I'm aware."

"And that's...okay?"

"You got fake ones?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Good. I'm good then."

"You're...good?"

"Yep. Are you good?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Good! Now, let's go. We're gonna be late!"

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon #drabble #transmasc steve harrington #somewhat forced coming out/accidental coming out

[thegoblinboy]

idk what to tell you but transmasc eddie refuses to let Steve give him his shot anywhere but in his ass cheek. Like that man convinced Steve that, that's literally the only place he can take his "boy juice" (he did say it extremely suggestively and Steves hole chest is red all the way up to his neck and ears) Like Eddie is a whole goblin of a man.

Mean while transmasc steve would do his own shots and have a panic attack every time (because needles) and Eddie has to do it for him or else he will faint. (Eddie will jokingly pull out rubber gloves and make him laugh by asking if he needs a prostate exam done) He also didn't have this problem before the russians but after words... well yeah.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #steveddie #transmasc steve harrington #transmasc eddie munson #trans headcannons #eddie is a menace

[gerrystamour]

here i have found some peace of mind

Rated E | Steddie | 7 Chapters | Complete WC: 60,000

Additional tags: Modern AU, Transmasc Steve Harrington, Switch!Steddie

Steve Harrington works at a hotel in Chicago, responsible for making and managing reservations for groups of all kinds: corporate, tours, entertainment, you name it. When some famous metal band signs a contract for rooms three months ahead of their concert date, Steve is swept into a flirtatious back-and-forth with someone he as been led to believe is the tour manager, Chris Cunningham, and quickly finds himself falling for the man... Eddie Munson is a rockstar still riding the high of Corroded Coffin finally, finally making it big, but with the fame he finds himself almost lonelier than he was before. So when he answers his tour manager's phone and a nice guy with a cute voice starts calling him "Chris," Eddie plays along and maybe gets a bit carried away...

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spent all winter waiting for the sun to arise

longing for isolation, for starlit skies [[ART]] [ CW: contains grief/loss, brief transphobia ]

dreaming of the forest, the whispering pines [[ART]]

soon as the summer comes, i will step out of time [ CW: contains smut ]

now i'm going out into the wild [[ART]] [ CW: contains smut ]

for once in my life i feel alive [ CW: contains smut ]

here to stay until the day i die [ CW: contains smut ]

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[starryeyedjanai]

you can tell me what you want

stomarol | explicit | kinktober prompt: pegging | wc: 2486

cw: transmasculine steve, squirting mention

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Steve has become accustomed to the odd things Tommy and Carol ask of him. Not odd, really, just - in the context of their relationship, friendship, some people would say it's a little weird.

It started out with Carol asking, begging, Steve to give Tommy some tips on how to eat her out because she was too impatient to try and teach him.

This was right before he came out to her so he was flattered that she'd heard enough about his pussy eating skills from around campus to ask him to give Tommy pointers about it.

And listen, he tried.

He tried so hard to keep it at just that, just miming what he'd do - in the air at first, so fucking awkwardly, and then on a peach.

And Tommy's a hands-on kind of learner, but trying to eat out a peach wasn't helping because it's not at all the same - none of the taste and texture and reaction of a person's cunt.

So they went back to Carol, the two of them, and Steve asked if he could teach Tommy in a real hands-on kind of way.

He came out to her then ("since you and I have similar equipment, maybe I could really show him how it's done?") mostly because the thought of Tommy kneeling between his legs for however long it took him to get it right had him sweating and jerking himself raw the previous night.

Carol said yes immediately, anything to help Tommy make her orgasm with just his mouth.

So he made Tommy kneel in front of him and spread his legs for him and showed him how to touch someone with a cunt.

He brought himself off in front of him, fingers working his dick with tight, fast circles. Tommy was leaning forward to taste before Steve was even done shuddering through his orgasm, tongue licking over his clenching hole.

He grabbed fistfuls of Tommy's hair like they were reins and directed him right where he wanted him, talking him through it the entire time, telling him how to flick his tongue, when to use the flat of his tongue on his clit, to ask if he can put his fingers inside instead of just assuming.

He came with Tommy sucking on his clit, two fingers inside pressing up, and he shivered at the wave of possession that flowed over him. He didn't think about it before, but he's the first person Tommy was able to get off like this.

He doesn't subscribe to the whole virginity thing like some guys, so he wasn't sure why being Tommy's first something was really doing it for him. But he knew if they asked again, he was going to say yes. If Tommy needed tips on something else, he'd say yes.

And they did ask.

Tommy asked if he'd help him with "finding the g-spot" and Steve put some towels down on his bed and put a cock ring on Tommy and had him fuck him until he found it. Tommy fucked him until he was squirting, his eyes crossing from the stimulation of Tommy fucking into him with shallow, even strokes, hitting his g-spot on almost every thrust after he got the angle right.

He also asked Steve if he'd help him find his prostate because Carol asked to finger him and he wasn't sure if he'd like it. So Steve pressed his fingers inside him and curled them up, pressing relentlessly on the spot that made Tommy nearly shout the first time he touched it. Tommy came, hole clenching and quivering around his fingers, with barely a hand on his cock.

Tommy and Carol both came to him to ask him if he could fuck Tommy because they wanted him to do it in front of Carol so that she knew how to do it. And so he went over to Carol's dorm since she lived alone - her roommate from last semester is studying abroad and they didn't have anyone replace her, so she had an extra bed that she pushed together with hers. (Tommy told him he almost slipped through the crack between them one night before she got a mattress pad to join them together.)

He put Tommy on his back with Carol sitting right next to them on the bed and fucked his strap into him slowly, telling Carol everything she needed to know about anal - they hadn't asked for anything like this other than when he fingered Tommy, so he's almost certain Tommy's never fucked Carol's ass before.

He was thorough and he took his time taking Tommy apart. Tommy came untouched on his dick with Carol moans filling the air she touched herself to the sight of them.

So he's used to the requests by now, and knows that when Tommy has a late night question for him, it's usually about whatever sex thing he and Carol are working through right now.

So it's not a surprise when he gets a text about something sexual.

The surprise is that it comes from Carol, asking him to bring a harness and a dildo over.

He heads over to her dorm and she tells him she's afraid she's going to be bad at fucking Tommy, that they haven't tried it because she's nervous.

She says, "You made him come without even putting a hand on him and now I'm getting in my head about it. I'm obviously not going to be as good as you the first time."

She looks so put out by it that Steve can't even make fun of her.

He says, "You know Tommy's gonna be happy with whatever you give him, right? He's pretty easy to please."

Carol still looks pouty, so he asks what she needs him to do and she tells him exactly what she needs.

And when they text Tommy to come over, Steve's already helped Carol into her own harness and showed her how to move her hips when she's fucking someone. Her dildo is still dripping with his slick when Tommy opens the door.

The sight of Tommy on his knees, licking his slick off Carol's dildo is something that's going to be in his spank bank for the rest of his life. Tommy's so enthusiastic about it, groaning like he can't get enough of the taste. Steve suspects he's going to get a text later about helping Tommy hone his dick-sucking skills so Carol can shove her cock down his throat whenever she wants.

When Tommy's done lapping up the slick off the dildo, he gets on the bed and Carol gets between his spread legs.

Steve steps into his own harness, snaps his dick into place, and gets behind Carol on the bed.

He's tall enough that he can meet Tommy's eyes over Carol's head and he can't bite back the smirk at the heat he sees in his gaze. Tommy's so easy for them.

Steve puts his hands around Carol, one hand guiding her head to the side so he can lick into her mouth, the other coming up to cup one of her tit's and thumb at her nipple. He kisses her deeply until he hears the snick of the lube bottle opening, Tommy trying to signal them to get on with it.

He pulls away from Carol's mouth slowly, pecks her a few times chastely, before grabbing the bottle of lube from Tommy. He watches as Tommy spreads his legs a little wider and strokes his two fingers coated in lube over his hole. He only presses them inside briefly, not even up to the second knuckle - he discovered that he doesn't mind the stretch when Steve presses in nice and slow.

Steve coats his hand in lube and slicks up Carol's cock and says, "Turn over," to Tommy.

Tommy scrambles to turn over, wiping the excess lube of his fingers on the towel next to him.

Steve keeps his hand on Carol's cock and guides it to Tommy's hole.

It's quiet in the room, just the sound of their labored breathing, as Steve helps Carol press the head of her dick inside Tommy. The head pops inside and Tommy sighs softly.

"Go slow," Steve says to Carol, "like I showed you earlier."

Carol puts her hands on Tommy hips and presses inside just like she had earlier when she was pressing into Steve's cunt. Steve drops another dollop of lube onto where Carol and Tommy are joined when she's about halfway through getting her dick inside him, and the slide inside goes easier.

Carol lets out a deep breath when she bottoms out and she asks, "Is that okay, Tommy?"

Tommy moans and says, "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

Steve whispers in Carol's ear, "See? I told you."

Carol scoffs and pulls out a bit, still slow and careful, before pressing back inside.

"You ready?" Steve asks her, ready to turn the bullet vibe that's positioned at his clit on and slip his cock into her.

"Just a sec," she says, utterly entranced with the way her dick is splitting Tommy open. Her eyes are glued to Tommy's hole, watching the slow slide in and out and in again.

Steve sits back on his heels and turns the vibe on low, content to wait until she's ready or to slip his harness off and use his dildo to fuck himself if she decides she wants this moment to be just her and Tommy.

Carol fucks into Tommy another handful of times before reaching a hand back and tugging Steve close again. She says, "Fuck me, fuck me now."

Steve notches his dick up against Carol's pussy and presses inside, slipping inside easily with how wet she is.

He puts his hands on her hips and fucks into her, deep at first - short, choppy thrusts that have her bracing herself with her hands on Tommy's shoulder.

He grinds into her, chasing the feeling of the vibrator being pressed tight against his dick for a few moments before he really starts to fuck her.

He strokes in deep, hard enough that it presses her hips to Tommy's, and they both moan.

He fucks them both like this, his cock sliding into Carol, hers fucking into Tommy by proxy. He sets an even pace and grips Carol's hips tightly so he can move her with him, doing most of the work for her.

She's not complaining by the sounds of it - she drapes herself over Tommy's back after a few minutes and lets Steve take what he wants, just spreads her thighs a little to get better leverage and lets him move her how he wants.

Tommy's hands are gripping the pillow beneath his head as he gets plowed through the mattress by them, the moans falling from his mouth at increasing frequency the further they get into it. No one's touching his cock, but Steve knows he has to be dripping so much precome onto the bed.

Steve's orgasm sneaks up on him - he'd already come on Carol's strap twice before Tommy even got here. He's not expecting to come so soon, but something about this is really doing it for him. Seeing Carol giving up control, hearing Tommy's whimpers as the force of Steve fucking Carol carries over to the dick inside of him.

He's tensing up and shivering through it before he even knows it's coming, hips pressed against Carol's, grinding in deep to keep the vibrations against him. His hips jerk as he crests through it, gritting his teeth and groaning.

He puts his hands on Carol's shoulders and pulls her back upright, kissing her neck.

He says into her ear, "You got this," before pulling out and flopping onto the bed next to them, reaching down to turn the vibrator off.

He's going to watch Carol get Tommy off and there's no doubt that Tommy will bury his face in her cunt after this, so he doesn't feel that bad about not getting her off yet.

Carol locks eyes with him and starts up a rhythm of her own, fucking into Tommy with the same shallow thrusts she practiced earlier. Tommy's answering whine makes her grin, a wicked expression on her face as she gets into a groove.

Steve presses closer and kisses Tommy's shoulder, reaching underneath him to grip his cock.

Tommy pushes up and turns his head and Steve gives him what he wants. He presses his mouth to Tommy's and eats the sounds right from his mouth as he strokes his dripping cock.

Between Carol's precise strokes into him and Steve's hand, Tommy doesn't stand a chance.

He whines into Steve's mouth and shoots off into his hand before long, his entire body shuddering with the force of it. Carol fucks him through it and Steve pulls back from Tommy's mouth to look at her.

She's pleased, her cheeks pink and the corners of her mouth quirked up as she looks down at them.

She pulls out when Tommy starts sounding overwhelmed, his whines and shivers more pronounced.

Steve sits up on his knees to pull Carol into a kiss, soft and sweet, as he loosens the straps on her harness.

He slides off the bed and pulls her to her feet to help slide it off her. His hand is between her thighs before he can think about it, fingers sliding into her wet pussy as he grips her neck and kisses her again, this time harsh and biting.

She's worked up, hasn't come in the time that Steve's been here, so it doesn't take long to make her come like this.

He gets his thumb against her clit and works her over with quick circles, tucking a third finger inside her.

She moans into his mouth and her hips buck forward as she comes, clenching around his fingers, the sound of his fingers in her getting louder with the added wetness of it.

He works her through it, fingers slowing to a stop when she stops clenching around them.

He pulls his fingers out and pulls away from her mouth. He locks eyes with Tommy as he slips his dripping wet fingers into his mouth, licking the taste of Carol off of them.

Carol lays back down onto the bed and Tommy slips on top of her, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth before sliding down her body.

Steve climbs onto the bed beside them and they both watch as Tommy sighs contentedly and laps up the wetness between her spread thighs.

"Didn't I tell you he was easy?" Steve asks, on his side next to her, his right hand coming up to cup her breast.

Carol doesn't reply and Tommy doesn't stop to even defend himself.

She just yanks Steve into a kiss and Tommy keeps working, the wet noise of him sucking her clit loud in the quiet of the room.

#stomarol #stranger things #stranger things fic #kinktober 2023 #steve harrington #tommy hagan #carol perkins #janai.doc #transmasc steve harrington

[puppy-steve]

sugar sweet as dixie crystal

steddie | E | 4k | ao3 link

prequel to she put her love down soft and sweet

important tags: transmasc steve, ace steve, daddy kink, feminine terms for genitalia, dry humping, nipple play (full taglist on ao3)

permanent taglist: @yournowheregirl @steves-strapcollection @thefreakandthehair @stobinesque @vecnuthy @tboygareth @starrystevie @inairbinad @flowercrowngods @starryeyedjanai @matchingbatbites @corrodedbisexual @theheadlessphilosopher @patchworkgargoyle @sentient-trash @wormdebut @legitcookie @corrodedcoughin @steddieas-shegoes @wynnyfryd @sidekick-hero

i'm thinking about adding more people (mutuals only, for now) to the taglist, so lmk if you'd like to be added!

Steve makes himself comfortable in his lap and Eddie reclines against his pillows and headboard, his hands going to Steve's hips.

“Well hello there ,” Eddie hums appreciatively, rubbing circles into Steve's skin under his hoodie. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't stop the little smile playing on his lips. “You haven’t done any snooping around the presents, have you?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Eddie gasps in mock outrage. “Stevie,” he admonishes. Steve’s nose scrunches as he tries to fight back a grin. “How could you accuse me of something so heinous? In my own home, nonetheless?”

He gives Steve’s bare thigh a gentle swat. “No, my good sir, I have not, for I am a law abiding citizen and would never break the first rule of Christmas.” He winks. “At least not with you and Wayne in the house.”

Steve hums in thought as he plays with the ends of Eddie’s hair. He looks down at him, considering, and brushes his bangs back off his forehead.

“Guess I have no other choice than to believe you,” he decides. “Was gonna wait until tomorrow, but I guess you can have your present early, since you’ve been so good.”

Eddie perks up a bit and sits up straighter. “Present?”

Steve chuckles and gently pushes him back against the pillows. Instead of elaborating further, he takes Eddie’s hands on his hips and slowly guides them up under his hoodie.

#cj talks #cj writes #steddie #steddie fic #ftm steve #ace steve #🐣 #top eddie munson #bottom steve harrington #transmasc steve harrington

[gayshipsandanxiety]

transmasc steve harrington who’s only ever dated bi people feeling insecure about asking eddie out because “he only likes guys what if he doesn’t think i’m enough of a guy”

#steve x eddie #steddie #steveddie #vesties #trans steve harrington #transmasc steve harrington

[solarmorrigan]

For the dialogue prompt, how about “What happened doesn’t change anything” for either Steddie or Newmann?

Thank you!

Hello hello hello I finally have something for you! I chose Steddie for this one, since I was on a roll. I hope this suits!

[post-S2 Steddie AU; CW: Outing, transphobia, some internalized transphobia; soft ending guaranteed, though]

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When he sees Hagan meandering over towards them in the parking lot after school, his queen bee tagalong, Perkins, in tow, Eddie knows nothing good is going to follow. The way he feels Steve shift beside him says that he suspects much the same. The rest of the Hellfire guys, all gathered around Eddie’s van, talking and joking before heading home, have fallen silent.

It’s a small consolation that Hagan isn’t trailing Hargrove; since putting Steve in the hospital (briefly, Steve always interjects) last November, Hargrove has mostly given him—and the members of the Hellfire Club, once Steve had been taken into their fold—a fairly wide berth. Hagan, however, has had no compunctions about hassling Steve whenever he gets a bug up his ass about something, and he’s only become nastier since he started toadying for Hargrove.

So Eddie expects trouble, but he hadn’t expected–

Hagan starts small, crowing about how Steve has finally found his rightful place: among the freaks. Steve doesn’t give anything away, no displeasure, no anger, just bored indifference – the same mask he’s always hidden behind (the one Eddie had learned pretty quickly to see past, once he knew what to look for). But Hagan pushes.

“I guess the freaks already have a king,” Hagan snipes, cutting a glance at Eddie, “but I’m sure he needs a lady to rule by his side, right, Stevie?”

It seems like an unoriginal sort of dig—calling Steve a girl, how creative—except Steve goes pale. The mask slips, showing wide and frightened eyes for just a moment, but for Hagan, who’s known Steve for years, it’s long enough. He knows he’s hit something good.

“Do all your new little friends know, Stevie-boy? What makes you fit right in with them?” Hagan glances around the group, apparently enjoying the fact that if looks could kill, he’d be dead four times over. Then he leans in and practically spits at Steve, “Do they know that they got into your pants, you’d be less of a King Steve and more of a Queen Stacy?”

And that does it – shatters Steve’s mask so thoroughly that he actually takes a step back, staring at Hagan with a kind of disbelieving betrayal frozen on his face.

The full meaning of the words hits Eddie about three seconds before Hagan hits the side of the van, one of Eddie’s hands fisted in the front of his t-shirt and the other held firm at the base of his throat – not hurting, exactly, but heavily implying that he could.

Eddie doesn’t even have to reach for one of the many theatrical voices he uses to rile people up or cow them into submission; he’s so thoroughly taken by a type of rage he hasn’t let himself give into in a long time that his tone comes out perfectly threatening all on its own.

“If you ever repeat what you just said to another person, I will find out, and I will make your life a living hell,” he hisses.

Somewhere behind him, someone—it might be Jeff, though Eddie isn’t sure—clears their throat, and when Eddie tosses a glance over his shoulder, he finds the rest of Hellfire standing firm at his back (even tiny underclassman Gareth, with his arms crossed and the meanest look on his face the poor kid can muster).

“Ah, my apologies,” Eddie says as he faces front again, flashing a manic little grin, “we will find out. And we’ll ruin your life, Hagan. Same goes for your girlfriend.”

Perkins, who had been standing off to the side as the snickering peanut gallery right up until Eddie had pinned Hagan to the side of the van, makes a choked noise of offense that goes entirely ignored.

“Tell me you understand, Tommy-boy.” Eddie punctuates the command with a flex of his fingers near Hagan’s throat, until Hagan reluctantly nods, and Eddie releases him. “Glad we’re in agreement.”

Hagan and Perkins hightail it the other side of the parking lot, leaving them be with nothing more than a nasty look from Perkins, but no one is much in the mood to chat after that. No one really knows what to say – except Steve, who offers a quiet thanks to the rest of the guys and, having caught a ride in with Eddie that morning, then asks to be taken home.

Even with the radio playing quietly as Eddie drives, the atmosphere in the van feels silent and stifling.

Asking Steve if he’s alright feels like kind of a ridiculous move. Eddie wouldn’t be alright if he was in Steve’s position – hell, Eddie’s not alright. He’s pissed. But from the way Steve is sitting rigidly in the passenger seat, staring out the window like Eddie is driving him to his execution, Eddie’s anger—even on his behalf—isn’t what he needs right now.

Slowly, Eddie forces himself to let it go (for now, at least for now) and follow the familiar roads home.

It feels perfectly natural to simply head back to his place, where they’d been planning to go before that shitshow of a confrontation, though the surprise on Steve’s face when they pull up to the trailer says that he’d thought otherwise.

“You could’ve just taken me back to my house. I wouldn’t– I’d get it,” he says, and Eddie frowns at him.

“Did you want to go back to your house? We can hang out there if you want, I just figured…” Eddie tilts his head regarding him carefully. “You seem more comfortable here.”

Steve stares at him for a long moment, blank and uncertain, before he breaks back into motion with a shrug. “Okay,” he says, moving to get out of the van.

They head inside and nod a quick hello to Wayne, who looks like he’s just woken up in preparation for his shift, and then they go straight back to Eddie’s room. Eddie’s bag goes on the desk, but Steve’s goes by the door. Eddie sits down on the bed (admittedly one of the few places to sit, but also an invitation for Steve to come sit next to him) but Steve – Steve hesitates before leaning up against the wall, by the door with his bag, arms crossed and gaze cast towards the floor.

He looks ready to run at any moment, and Eddie sighs. This thing between them is new – so new that they’ve been afraid to put a label to it, dancing around each other uncertainly for months before sharing their first kiss barely a month ago. They’ve spent almost every available moment since with their hands on each other in some way or another, though Steve has been a bit skittish about moving past making out (Eddie had thought that maybe it was the unfamiliarity of being with another guy, but he thinks he might have a better understanding of the picture now).

Eddie doesn’t want to break things by pushing too hard, but somehow, he thinks leaving it unaddressed would be worse.

“Look, we don’t have to talk about it,” he says, watching Steve, though Steve still isn’t looking back, “but if you want to…”

Steve shrugs. “I wasn’t hiding it from you,” he says, finally glancing up at Eddie. “I mean, I was, but not– I was going to tell you.”

“You don’t owe me any kind of explanation,” Eddie says.

“You would’ve found out eventually, either way.” Steve lets out a sound that suggests he may have been trying to laugh. “But it was – I should’ve been the one to tell you. That was – that was mine to tell.”

A little bit of Eddie breaks as Steve’s voice does. He’s almost vibrating with the desire to hold and to reassure, to go over to where Steve is standing, still propped against the wall, practically curling in on himself (trying to make himself smaller), but he’s not sure how well it would be received. He tries words, instead.

“Steve, I’m so sorry–”

“That was the one thing,” Steve snaps, anger tearing across his tone, “the one thing Tommy would never touch, the one thing that was off limits, even he knew– and he just–” As quickly as it had come, the anger goes, taking Steve’s energy with it. He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes and lets his hands slide down to cover his face; when he speaks again, he sounds small. “I wasn’t ready.”

Eddie couldn’t keep himself from crossing the room if he’d tried – though isn’t trying, after that. He’s up off the bed and into Steve’s space before he’s even realized, and it’s probably only his proximity that allows him to hear what Steve says next.

“I’m not ready for things to change between us.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, low and careful, “what happened doesn’t change anything.”

Steve pulls his hands away from his face with a derisive little huff of a laugh. His cheeks are red and his eyes are bright; he’s not crying, but it looks like a near thing.

“It’s – like, I get it. You’re fully into guys, and I’m…” He waves his hands down at himself, sharp and frustrated. “Most people wouldn’t call me a real guy, if they knew.”

“Since when am I most people?” Eddie asks. “You say you’re a guy, you’re a real guy, fucking end of. Anyone who thinks otherwise can fuck off.”

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes, clearly trying to hold back a much more emotional reaction, and Eddie chances resting his hands on Steve’s shoulders. Steve doesn’t move away, even eases a little into the touch when Eddie starts circling his thumbs at the skin right where his shirt collar ends.

“You don’t have to believe me right now,” Eddie says softly. “But I like you, Steve. I like you, andI’m gonna stick around and prove it to you.”

Something about the declaration makes Steve’s eyes snap right to Eddie’s, searching, anxious and cautiously hopeful, and Eddie lets him look. Whatever he’s after, maybe he finds it, because he uncurls from himself a little after that, just enough to lean in for a hesitant kiss that becomes much more certain when Eddie himself doesn’t hold back.

Eddie pulls Steve back over to the bed after that, poking and prodding him around until they’re both settled, Eddie’s back to the pillows and Steve’s back to Eddie’s chest (Steve’s never said as much, but Eddie’s gathered that this is one of his favorite positions to cuddle in; he doubts if Steve’s spent much time being the little spoon).

“Tell me something else,” Eddie says, once he’s got his arms wrapped securely around Steve’s waist.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Tell me something that you want me to know.” Eddie leans forward to press a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Anything.”

For a moment, Steve is quiet, thinking as he traces absent patterns over Eddie’s forearms. “I could tell you why I picked Steve,” he says finally.

“If you want to, I’d love to hear it,” Eddie says.

“It wasn’t because it was sort of close to my… old name. That was actually kind of a coincidence.” Steve lets his head fall back against Eddie’s shoulder, the tension that’s been wound through him for the last hour finally starting to ease. “Steven was my grandad’s name.”

“Yeah?” Eddie prompts softly.

“Yeah. My mom’s dad. I used to spend a lot of time over at his house when I was a kid. Before he died. I kind of got the feeling he liked me more than my parents did.” Eddie gives Steve a squeeze around the middle. “But he used to tell me all these stories about fighting in World War II. Probably not very age-appropriate, now that I think about it, but at the time I really ate it up.

“He didn’t really, like… glorify it, I don’t think? He just kind of told me what happened, good or bad, and whatever the story was, I always thought he sounded, y’know – strong and brave. And when I wanted to pick a new name…” Steve shrugs against Eddie. “I kind of hoped he wouldn’t mind sharing his with me.”

“Bet he’d be honored,” Eddie says, giving Steve another little squeeze.

“Some days I’m not so sure,” Steve says quietly.

“Well I am. I’ll just have to stick around and prove that to you, too,” Eddie says decisively.

Briefly, Steve’s hands tighten where they rest on Eddie’s arms. “I like the sound of that,” he says, and Eddie turns so he can press another kiss to the side of Steve’s head.

“Good,” he says. “Me too.”

#221expressions #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #transmasc steve harrington #stranger things #does this make a whole lot of sense? probably not! #is it some really soft hurt/comfort though? yes. #tw outing #tw transphobia #solar wrote #answers from solar #this is the last fic for this round of prompts but I'll have a few more soon I hope?

[fiori7ura]

but strangely, he feels at home in this place

TW: body dysphoria, self-doubt, mentions of panic attacks & death, fear, depression-ish, trans max & steve, don't like, don't read.

(modern au, no upside down, max uses she/her but it changes halfway through, steve is also trans, max & steve have a brotherly bond — author is afab but on the transgender spectrum and goes through body dysphoria and confusion all the time)

→ i've been writing this on ao3, it isn't posted yet because it isn't finished, but i wanted to post what i already have on here :) it's all rough draft, so expect for there to be grammar mistakes or things nto worded correctly. there are italics galore in this, but i copy & pasted it from ao3 so it deleted the layout it was in, and my phone makes everything lag when i try and do italics on here, so, yeah, no italics, just imagine them in parts when needed lmao — read tags & warnings, thx!!

title from 'this is home' by cavetown!!

——— ★ ———

Yeah, you could say that Max never fully fit in with girls her age. She skated, hung around guys, scuffed her shoes with dirt and mud, crude sayings and drawings scribbled with black sharpie and in messy handwriting on the toes of her sneakers she got from Goodwill.

Her life was good for a while, until it wasn't. She woke up one day with panic and realization coursing through her veins, crying until her lungs gave out and she hyperventilated, screaming into her pillow.

Panic attack, Max's brain supplies from the old memory of her lessons with her school counselor, Mrs. Kelley.

Small things trigger them, and ever since Billy passed in the mall fire, they happen more than ever. Max wishes she could go back to that summer, when there were no worries in the world, before Billy died, before she and her Mom had to move into a crappy trailer park across from the Munsons.

The bad thoughts cloud Max's mind again, and she shakes her head like a wet dog coming in from the rain.

She gets up and throws on basketball shorts that come down to her knees and a threadbare, gray Hawkins Tigers shirt that she stole from Steve, her tightest, most concealing bra she owns strapped on underneath. Max shoves her hair in a haphazard low bun, taking a quick glance in the mirror, not even bothering to look for too long. Staring into her reflection is bad. It makes Max notice all the impurities and small problems about herself that makes her want to shatter the glass, break it into little pieces on the carpet below her.

Max prays that one day, she could just sink into the floor and disappear. Maybe then, things would be easier. She wouldn't have to worry about her impending doom of her crush on El and the dark thoughts that flood her mind daily, time and time again.

Max steps outside of her trailer, spotting Steve's car parked over at Eddie's. He's sitting on the porch steps, cigarette in his hand, smoke stirring out of his mouth.

She wishes to be like Steve. Wants it. Hopes for it. In her mind, he's selfless and resilient. He came out to everyone without a single trace of doubt, and everyone supported him when he said he didn't feel like a girl. That was three years ago. Max was only 12. She's now 15, drowning in her sorrows and regret.

She stumbles over the gravel that lines the ground, feet carrying her to cross the distance between the two trailers. Steve looks up from his crisp, white Nike Cortez shoes, a smile lighting his whole face up when he sees Max.

"You know those things'll kill you, right?"

Steve snorts, tilting his head like a dog. "Hello to you, too, Max. You sound like Rob, you know that?"

Max just scoffs, the smile on her face betraying the way she's trying to act. "Whatever you say, Mom. I'm not taking the blame from Dustin when you die from smoking on those cancer sticks."

"Sure," Steve says behind a smirk as he puts out his cigarette and dusts his hands off on his jeans, imaginary dirt spreading around the air. "If you're asking for a ride, just know that I'm about to be leaving. Just let me tell Eddie bye, 'kay?"

"Okay," Max echoes, laughing. "Go get your boyfriend!" She yells when Steve turns around to go inside, mimicking kissing and hugging, wrapping her hands around herself and making obnoxious smooching noises. Steve flips her off behind his back. She can almost hear the faint mumble of smart ass kid come from his mouth, which causes her to laugh even harder, head lolling back on a cackle.

——— ★ ———

They're halfway through the drive back to Steve's house when Max breaks the silence, Stevie Nicks playing low on the radio, music drifting through the speakers of his Beamer. "Could I, uh, ask you something? You gotta promise not to say anything about this conversation, because if you do, I'll blackmail you and send Eddie all the embarrassing photos of you from when you worked at Scoops."

Steve whips his head to look at Max, almost surprised look on his face as he lets out a disbelieving laugh, airy and light.

"Okay, kiddo. Shoot."

Her feet are propped up on the dash, and her pulse is rabbiting. "How did you know?"

Steve raises a questionable eyebrow towards her direction, nose wrinkling. "What d'you mean, 'know'?"

Shit, shit, shit.

"No, nevermind, actually. It's stupid," Max sighs. "It's stupid," she repeats, again and again, flipping the word around on her tongue.

"Hey, no, don't just dodge my question like that, Mayfield. Be honest. I doubt it's as stupid as you actually say it is. Spill your guts, c'mon. Like you do at those girly sleepovers of yours."

And, oh.

Girly sleepovers.

Max doesn't like that. Bile swirls in her stomach and she digs her nails into her palm, leaving crescent moons in her skin's wake, jaw clenching and teeth grinding down against each other.

Steve clearly notices he did something wrong, because he quickly pulls into his driveway and puts the car in park, unbuckling to turn and look at Max.

"What's wrong, firecracker? Tell me, please. It won't hurt to just say what's on your mind."

Max shakes her head, eyes downcast and frown placed onto her face. "When did you know you didn't want to be a girl?" Max whispers, voice small and weak sounding, even to her own ears.

Steve grabs Max's hand and holds it oh-so-gently, the angel he is.

"I always subconsciously knew when I was younger, I guess? I never wanted to wear dresses or look pretty. I wanted to feel like a boy. I always got mad when my teachers would split the class into girls and boys. I would try to go with the guys, and my teachers would usher me back into the girls side, telling me that I'm a girl, not a boy. Kids would laugh and point at me for it,"

Steve pauses, getting teary eyed.

"And I didn't fully recognize how I felt inside until after I met Robin and everybody else. I got assured that it was normal to feel like this, so then I recognized how to love myself and my body. I understood that I was a boy, that I am a boy, and I should be proud of who I am."

Max lets out a wet laugh, tears threatening to spill over and around her eyelids.

"I don't think I'm a girl, y'know, at all."

Max looks at Steve through glimmering eyes, and he pulls her into a hug, squeezing her, comfort washing over her body like a cold shower. "I'm so proud of you, Red. So, so proud. I love you, so much."

That's when the tears really start to flow. Max hugs Steve right back, laughing with hurt and love and peace and too many emotions that flood his body.

"You're the best brother I could've asked for, Steve."

They stay like that for minutes on end, time drifting together; Steve rocking Max back and forth in his arms, tears from Max staining his polo shirt.

Steve pulls back first, still holding Max's hand. "And you're the best brother I could've asked for. You're a boy, don't doubt that, Max."

Max wipes at his eyes. "Did I ever mention how much I love you, Steven Belinda Harrington?"

Steve sputters with laughter, letting go of Max's hand. "Belinda? That's the best you could come up, Mayfield? I thought I was the best brother you've ever had?"

"I'll take it back, Belinda, trust me, don't think I won't," Max laughs, punching at Steve's shoulder, not a touch of violence or hate behind it.

#trans max mayfield #trans steve harrington #steve harrington #stranger things #max mayfield #my fic #writing #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #modern au #no upside down au #sibling bonding #max & steve are siblings #trans characters #trans male character #transmasc steve harrington #transmasc max mayfield #I WILL SPREAD THE TRANS MAX AGENDA IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO #rough draft #my gaybies #my gay ass #coming out #body dysphoria #he/him max mayfield #stranger things fic #that's enough tags okok

[atimeofyourlife]

No blood in the water

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: pool wc: 442 | rated: t | cw: mentions of menstruation, implied gender dysphoria | tags: trans Steve, coming out

Steve watched from the edge as Robin, Eddie, and the kids made the most of the pool. They were playing, shouting, and just generally having a good time. After everything, and over two years of avoiding it, he was taking every chance to make happy memories in his pool again. Even if it meant dealing with seven rowdy kids on almost every nice day of the summer. 

He had been slowly building up to getting back in the pool, from the pool chairs, to the edge of the pool with his feet in the water, to getting into the pool, to finally being able to spend time swimming again. But this time, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t force himself into the pool, only sitting on the edge. He hadn’t even changed into swimming trunks, instead choosing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

It was one of those days he hated his body, where everything felt like a betrayal. He couldn’t go shirtless, because it felt like the scars under his pecs were too obvious about what they really were. Swimming trunks were also a bit of a no-go, because they would cling and show off everything that he didn’t have. They weren’t even an option, because he needed to wear briefs for somewhere to stick a fucking pad. Because his period had made a surprise appearance that morning, and he was out of tampons.

He was incredibly anxious about anyone finding out. Robin was the only one he’d willingly told, in a bathroom floor conversation a week after Starcourt. Dustin had found out by accident when he overheard Steve awkwardly having to ask Claudia if she had any pads or tampons he could use when he’d started unexpectedly during a dinner with them. Everyone else had no clue, and he wanted to keep it that way, terrified of what would happen if anyone else found out. Especially Eddie, who he’d flirted with, and made out with a few times, but never going further than light touches.

He managed to avoid the pestering of everyone to get in, but Mike’s words cut deep.

“You’re acting like Nancy when she’s on her period.”

Steve gave a thin excuse to go inside, feeling like he’d had a bucket of water thrown over him.

“Stevie?” Eddie followed him in. “Don’t listen to Mike, he’s being an asshole.”

“But what if it’s true?” Steve burst out. “What if I am on my period? What if I’m transsexual?”

“That’s why you’re not swimming?” Eddie kissed Steve’s neck. “I’d say you’re still the prettiest boy I know. Just something new I know about you.”

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #trans steve harrington #transmasc steve harrington #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjuly #pre steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #atimeofyourwrites #as I am posting this it's like 2am and I started this after midnight so if its not great thats my excuse #and ive had a migraine since like 6pm which doesnt help #but i checked it like 4 times so i know it hits the wc