#Trans!Steve Harrington

[wheatnoodle]

modern steddie where everyone moves off and unless they live near each other, they don’t really talk as much as they used to. robin and steve of course live together in the city on one of the coasts.

robin, like the others, will reach out every now and then and chat with some people from the old group, get coffee when they’re in town. steve, however, has apparently dropped off the face of the earth.

he doesn’t text, doesn’t call, he’s not on social media, nothing. they’re hurt, yeah, but if that’s what he needs to heal, so be it.

but robin IS on social media. and she’s been posting these pictures for the past year and a bit of her and her “best friend” as her captions label them. it’s not steve. it’s a girl. a really pretty girl with these big brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair that she likes to throw blonde highlights in to. she’s got all these freckles and moles and wears the cutest dresses and sandals seemingly everywhere they go.

her name is evie, according to the tagged account evieinthesky. sometimes robin will throw a full “evangeline” in comments and captions.

the rest of the party have seen the photos of evangeline, they even ask robin if she wants to invite her out when they visit but she always has an excuse ready why she can’t.

but then robin gets a comment on a pic of her and evie.

eddieisdead: yo is your friend uhhh,,,🔓???

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie: Gotta go! Bi bi! *snickers and then leaves*

Robin: I don't get it. Why is that funny? I mean, it is weird that a grown metalhead is saying bye-bye.

Stevie: *rolls eyes* No, he's saying bi bi.

Robin: That's what I said. Bye-bye.

Stevie: No, it's bi bi.

Robin: Bye-bye?!

Stevie: No, as in bisexual.

Robin: OH! Has he been saying that since he's discovered he's bisexual?

Stevie: Yeah, and he laughs every single time. It's cute. He's very excited. He always thought it was just guys.

Robin: *stares pointedly at her* What do you think made him realize that he's bisexual?

Stevie looked thoughtfully at her nails as she painted them.

Stevie: Chrissy, probably.

Robin: *frowned* I mean . . . It might have been a possibility that pushed him close to figuring it out, but can you think of anyone else?

Stevie: *shrugs* I don't know. . .Joan Jett. . .she seems like his type.

Robin: *sighs* You're pretty today. And I mean that platonically.

Stevie: *grins* Thanks, Robin.

Robin: Really?!

Stevie: What?!

Robin: *grins affectionately* Forever a dingus.

[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!

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

Steddie childhood friends but Eddie was always using he him pronouns and Steve was deeply closeted but always wore big baggy clothes and they were in love

Fast forward and Eddie is freshly chopped and sees Steve big and burly and hates it because he thinks Steve changed because Eddie loved him. Cue one sided love/hate until he finds out Steve was actually Stevie when he was younger and Eddie just misheard him but Steve loved being called Steve so never corrected him. Eddie is like oh shit and apologizes for years of misunderstanding and Steve is just so chill about it even if it hurts.

Steve gets confused because he sees Eddie shirtless at one point and is like wait huh you have same scars as me? And Eddie is "oh we're both bad at talking"

anyways steve bulks up to be like gymbro and Tommy helps with safe male bulking and Eddie hates it because how is he supposed to manhandle someone now twice his size?

Turns out steve is a total size queen and Eddie really had nothing to worry about when steve willingly listens to every command he gets

[decodedlvr]

Thinking about Eddie watching his trans-masc boyfriend Steve getting his groove back after top surgery.

He wakes up from a loud thumping in the garage, sees an already brewed cup of coffee waiting for him on the kitchen counter, along with some bacon.

He goes to track Steve, ears picking up at a certain playlist he’s got goin

A certain playlist that’s only ever blaring when they’re in the mood or feeling joyous about something.

He smiles behind the coffee mug, in his perspective he can see Steve topless, bench pressing, sweat rolling down his proud and healed scars. Nike Air Maxs and those same tight gym shorts he’s had since high school that Eddie could never get enough of.

He leans against the doorframe watching just a little while longer, watching him jump rope and thrust his thick hips to Simply Irresistible by Robert Palmer; his favorite song since 88’

“He certainly is” Eddie mutters to himself already getting a boner

[pretty-boy-eddie]

Trans Mtf! Steve Headcanons

Because I love her<33

-Okay so her egg cracked kinda late (me too) but she ALWAYS loved being called Stevie and associates it with friends since it was mostly close friends who would call her it (Nancy began the trend cause I say so)

- I don't think her egg officially cracked until season two, possibly when he was helping Dustin get ready for the dance.

-I imagine Dustin saying something like "You have a routine like a girl" or something similar and Steve just

-She doesn't say anything and when she gets home that night she goes to the make up drawer her mom keeps (even though she's never around) and hesitantly puts on some lipstick to try it out

-She doesn't like the texture (matte lipstick is hell on chapped lips) but she enjoys to look. She always looked more like her mom but how she can see it and her mind emphasizes it with glee.

-She doesn't put a name to it or anything but she knows enough and she keeps it close. She explore more in the safety of her empty house and by time the summer hits she has her small victories.

-She wears a tinted chaptstick and gloss to work, a few stroke of a brown mascara wand and sometimes-if she dares- a touch of eyeshadow on her outer corners. Her nails aren't painted but a coat of clear polish is enough to make her fingertips feel heavier, feel longer and cared for. She even cuts her cuticles.

-Its not enough but she's happy with what she has.

-Robin isn't fun at first- the two don't get along until the Russians and when Robin confesses in the bathroom- says she doesn't like boys but instead likes girls Stevie feels the need to spout it out.

-"I'm not a boy. " She'd whisper between giggles about Tommy Tompson, interrupted by the kids before she could explain.

-And she'd remember what she said, would remember Robins confused and sober face at the confession, but she wouldn't bring it up. Neither would until nearly Christmas.

-Robin would come over to visit, dressed in a large sweater and pajama pants and they'd watch Rankin/Bass Christmas movies for hours. I'd be late-much too late in the night when Robin would pipe up.

-"I did some research. " She'd begin, not explaining her ramble before it began. "About what you said. Not being a boy- there's terms and stuff. It's actually really cool and scary but it's a thing and if I'm wrong or if it was the stupid drugs you can tell me to shut up but-"

-and Steve would just stare, unsure if she wanted to lie. She trusted Robin, trusted her more than she probably ever trusted Nancy, but was this a conversation she was allowed to have? A selfish need she was allowed to fulfill?

-Robin would just hold her hand, taking her from her mind before smiling nervously. "Stevie? "

-And the dams would break and suddenly the two would be hugging and crying on the floor while Rudolph's nose was glowing on screen

-Later robin would bring by boxes. Stevie would ask but Robin would shush her and make her open it to see.

-Inside would be a mountain of clothes, obviously some we're robins (the Mitch matched fabrics that we're just her style and a few sizes too big, some with her handwriting forever invested in the threads) and some others seemingly an attempt at mirroring Stevie's previous style (Girls style polos and plenty of plain color sweaters that seemed fitted). When asked Robin would just shrug

-"Figured if we're doing this you can't go around in your boring polos," Shed say

-And something about her saying 'We're doing this' that makes her feel all teary eyed and choked up

-By time season four hits they have a system in place.

-Stevie still does a little make up, makes her moles just a tad darker and even dares to contour her cheek bones to look higher, her eyeshadow is replaced by a tighten waterline and underneath her outfits she wears a pair of spanks that makes her waistline look a bit more curvy. She tried a bra once but it was itchy and tight and Robin just told her bra were overrated and she rarely ever wore one unless it was a sports bra

-And sports bras became Stevies favourite thing in the world

-When they hung out alone Stevie would wear the clothes Robin brought her. She'd wear shorts that shown off her muscled legs (which robin totally wasn't jealous of what?) and if she was daring, even a cropped shirt. She'd let Robin do her makeup and they'd just talk like nothing ever changed. Robin enjoyed it- with no little sisters in her life she was easy to accept Stevie and with no older sister at home Stevie fell into the dynamic happily.

-Added Steddie because I love them-

-And when she meets Eddie Munson, it's sort of odd.

-Because they're different- very different, and Stevie knows this: knows in her heart that the only familiar area between them was Dustin and the kids

-But her brain is making connections that are unknown to her.

-And Eddie seems to do the same because over the days he tries making conversation, tries joking and acting like they've been best friends for year's but half the time it leaves a confused Stevie and a frustrated Eddie.

-But Stevie tries, she asks questions and tries to engage because her brain tells her to, even if she doesn't know why

-And one night, when everyone is asleep after working on a plan, Stevie turns to Eddie and asks him a question that had been bugging her.

-"Whats the bandana for? "

-And a blush is on Eddies face, he twirls his long hair around his fingers and mumbles about underground meanings and something something not that important Steve promise you

-But Stevie is curious and topics have been gloomy so she scoots closer and asks again. "I'm not gonna give up yknow. "

-And so begins the half whispered explanation about coding and hankies and underground scenes suddenly makes much more sense to Stevie.

-Because she is there too, even when no one knew.

-And when he says it's a gay thing she can't help but be hurt, her chest aching as she asks. "So you don't date girls? "

-And Eddie would miss it as he began to explain the complexity of sexuality and how labels weren't always a priority and hearts not parts

-And maybe Stevie understood, and maybe she didn't because labels always made her comfortable but she would just smile and nod, and whisper about how she understood.

-"You understand? King Steve Harrington understands little queer me? "

-"More than you know Munson. "

-And it would probably click in Eddies mind, his eyes shimmering a tad but neither asks or tells, instead they'd lean against each other and looked out the window at the big moon as they prepare to face the reality of their situation again.

-and when the dust settled, both of them scarred (physically and literally) and bloody but alive, Stevie would admit it. Eddie would whisper about shaved bald hair and a chest that wasn't meant to be his but was given to him anyways. And Stevie would giggle at his poetic explanations of their situations.

-"Yknow the greens said soulmates used to be one person with 4 arms and 4 legs- they got split apart and they find eachother. I think we got split up and borrow a few pieces from eachother by accident"

-and they'd grow old, find the things that work and be happy:)

[siblingskissing]

You know what I need? What I really need?

Lesbian Steddie.

Give me trans fem! Eddie who is literally the same as the canon Eddie except now she uses Pronouns™ who flirts nonstop with everyone around her. She flirts with Nancy, Robin, the kids parents, Joyce, Hopper, and especially

Stevie Harrington.

[candyflossfairy]

Long Days (Steddie)

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: After a long day at work, Steve needs to relax. A little beer, a little pizza, a little weed....and a little Eddie.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, Trans!Steve, fingering, oral.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.1k

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: requested by @goblin-eddie and @eddiemunsonsteddybear based off of this art!

It had been a long day at work for Steve; Robin had called in sick and their only other coworker was out of town right now, so he had to handle the record shop on his own. The full day. Eight a.m. to eight p.m. No breaks. Eddie had, thankfully, stopped by to give him lunch and a pee break, but other than that he’d been working for twelve hours. 

Not that it was a very hard job. Most people came in knowing what they were looking for, found it, and checked out. Others needed more help; suggestions, music similar to other music. Steve had to call Eddie a few times to ask his opinion on bands similar to Metallica, and some other band he’d only ever heard Eddie say before. 

Still, it was a long ass day for him, and he was ready to chill the fuck out, smoke a joint, eat some shitty food, and sleep.

“Eds? I’m home!” Steve hollered as he stepped into their shared apartment. He put his keys on the hanging loop by the door and walked further into the living room.

“Back here!” Eddie called back. Steve couldn’t tell if he was in the bedroom or the bathroom, but it didn’t matter all that much. Steve grabbed two beers from the fridge and set the oven to preheat. He was just going to pop in leftover pizza Argyle had made them the other day. He didn’t feel much like cooking and Eddie only really knew how to make sandwiches and spaghett — neither of which Steve felt like consuming.

Steve peeked into the bedroom before turning around to peek in the bathroom. Eddie was sitting in the bath, bubbles up to his chin and his hair tied up in a messy bun on his head. 

“Care to join me, monsieur?” Eddie grinned at him, pushing some bubbles away to make room.

Steve thought about it. He really, really did. He pursed his lips before shaking his head. “Not tonight, babe.” He really wanted to get high and eat pizza. “I’m gonna roll one and throw that pizza in the oven from Wednesday.” 

Steve handed Eddie the extra beer in his hand before he went off to the bedroom to grab their materials. Paper, grinder, bud — check.

After settling on the living room couch, Steve popped open his beer and threw on some random TV show that he would pay no fucking attention to while he started grinding up the hash. Eddie still sold drugs, which was a thing that Steve only had a problem with sometimes, but it made for having good weed around when he needed it.

He dumped it into the paper and rolled it, licking the edge to seal it off. He twisted the ends and leaned over the couch to grab a lighter from the side table. 

He lit up, and sat back, releasing a heavy sigh and a cloud of smoke above him. 

The oven beeped. 

Joint in mouth, Steve stood and walked back into the kitchen to throw the pizza on a tray and then into the oven, setting it for ten minutes. He came back and took another drag before closing his eyes.

“Gonna share?” Eddie’s voice came from next to him, and Steve peeked open an eye to look at him. 

“Hm?” He asked, with a cheeky grin.

“You know what, don’t play dumb.” He laughed, reaching over to take the joint.

Eddie took a long hit off of it before passing it back. He was naked, having not bothered to put on clothes after his bath. Steve didn’t mind it. Not one bit. 

In fact, in his hazy little mind, even seeing Eddie soft was causing a tickle between his legs. 

He bit his lip, before pulling Eddie in for a kiss. It was deep, longing, and a little lazy as their tongues gently flicked against one another, tasting, savoring. 

He loved it when Eddie tasted like beer and weed. It was one of his favorite things. 

Eddie seemed to be wasting no time as he tugged at Steve’s shirt, pulling it over his head. Steve shifted the joint from hand to hand, making sure it didn’t get caught in fabric as he was disrobed. 

Eddie’s fingers were quick to unbutton and unzip Steve’s jeans. Then, they were at Steve’s lips.

Steve knew what he wanted, so he sucked them into his mouth, getting them nice and wet before Eddie pulled them back. His hand slid down to softly rub at Steve’s clit, teasing him as he kissed him deeply again.

Steve’s legs shook softly from the stimulation, still sensitive from their quickie this morning. He groaned as Eddie sunk two fingers into him and curled them, pressing into that spot inside of him that made his vision go blurry. 

The only noises in the room were the sounds of his cunt sucking Eddie’s fingers in, and quiet moans from Steve; muffled by Eddie’s lips. They were like that for a while, before Eddie pulled back. 

His lips kissed down Steve’s chest, fingers now back on his clit to rub delicate circles over it. He got down to his pubis and his tongue snaked out to taste him — then the oven beeped.

“Shit,” Steve sighed. “Pizza. Can’t let it burn.” 

“I’ll get it.” Eddie chuckled, standing up and heading into the kitchen.

Steve placed the joint back between his lips, his heart thumping in his chest while he waited for Eddie to come back. He was taking his sweet as time, and he knew it too.

“Eddie, come on! Fuck—” He groaned, tipping his head back. 

“I’m here, I’m here.” Eddie grinned, and took off Steve’s shoes before pulling his jeans further down. 

Steve didn’t wait any longer, once one leg was free he was grabbing Eddie by the hair and pulling him back down to his cunt. 

Eddie’s tongue lapped against him, and Steve was a moaning mess. The joint rested, forgotten, between Steve’s fingers in Eddie’s hair, holding him there as his hips undulated upwards into Eddie’s mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Steve groaned, his eyes fluttering as he pressed against him. 

Eddie slowly slipped two fingers into him again, pumping them in and out of him in time with his tongue work. Then; Eddie sucked hard on his clit, making Steve shudder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Steve moaned, unable to help himself now as he looked down to watch Eddie’s mouth on him.

Just another nip to his clit caused Steve to become undone, his legs shaking and his back arching against the couch as he held onto Eddie’s face, grinding into it.

A shiver ran down Steve’s spine as he relaxed back, lifting his hand from Eddie’s head.

Oh yeah, the joint.

Eddie shook ashes from his hair with a soft laugh and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning up to kiss Steve.

“How about that pizza?”

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/4: Pumpkin

Pairing: Steddie

Word Count: 621

Additional tags: FLUFF, pumpkin carving, transfemme!Steve

Side note: was initially going to be t4t, but I didn’t end up getting around to Eddie’s characterization. I think it’s already too long as it is, lol. I don’t mind it if you think of him that way though.

Side note #2: new headcanon unlocked - Eddie is awesome at pumpkin carving artwork.

———

“Is it ready yet?”

Stevie was almost bouncing in her chair. Her own pumpkin was finished - triangle cut out eyes and a big toothy smile - so now all that was left was Eddie’s. But the big jerk wouldn’t let her see. ‘Not until it’s done,’ he’d said.

Stevie Harrington wasn’t known for her patience.

“Almost,” Eddie said, not looking at her. He was surprisingly focused. For him, at least. His hair was tied back, though some thin wisps managed to settle against his forehead, and his tongue was pressed anxiously to the corner of his mouth. He wore a similar look when he was working hard on his campaigns. It seemed like an awful lot of concentration and trouble for a pumpkin carving, Stevie thought. But that only made her want to see even more.

“How much longer?”

Eddie sighed, more out of fondness than exasperation. “In a minute, baby.” He looked up and winked at her. “Can’t rush art.”

Right. Pumpkin art. She rolled her eyes a little. Never saw much need for any fanciness. Everybody loves the simple designs, right? Besides, there’s only so much a person can do with a pumpkin.

After a few moments, with one final flourish of the carving knife, Eddie turned to her, smiling.

“All done! Wanna see my masterpiece?”

She rolled her eyes again, but she was smiling too. “Damn right I do. Make some room.”

He scooted his chair out from the table a bit so she could plop down on his lap. Eddie coughed out a mild ‘gentle on the goods there, darlin’’ before wrapping his arms around her. She made herself quite comfortable before actually looking at the…

…pumpkin?

“Oh shit,” she breathed.

It was the moon. A carving of a full moon. With craters and everything, though they probably weren’t scientifically accurate if she’d had to guess. But damn, it looked good. The way he’d carved into the flesh of the pumpkin, not all the way through but thin enough for the light to pass through, was incredible. There were cut-outs along the side, a few in the moon shape itself. It took her a minute to realize they were bats. Just like one ones on Eddie’s arm.

“Like it? I was gonna try to do a howling werewolf or something. Felt too cliché.”

“It’s amazing, Eds.” She kissed his cheek, leaving a tiny smudge of her dark red lipstick. Neither moved to wipe it away. “Have you always carved pumpkins like this?”

He shrugged, and held her closer. “Not really. Got tired of the typical shit a few years ago, figured I could stand to get more creative.” At her withering look, he sputtered, “N-not that yours is uncreative or anything! I mean, that design is a classic for a reason, and-“

She silenced him with a kiss. Slow and deep, leaving his lips stained red. But before she could grab a tissue or a towel, he licked them clean. This earned him another fond eyeroll.

“How’s my lipstick taste?”

Another lick. He grinned. “Perfect. Just like my Stevie.”

“Dork,” she said, and settled further in his lap.

“You love me though.” He nuzzled at her neck, kissing a bit at the freckles and beauty marks there.

“Yeah, I do. God help me, but I do.”

Another time, he might have feigned offense. Maybe even whined about his cruel, cruel girlfriend, how could she say such mean things to him? But tonight? Tonight he just sighed, and squeezed her tight.

“Wanna help me set ‘em up outside?”

“In a minute,” her voice was muffled from where her face was pressed in his hair. “I’m comfy here.”

He chuckled, careful not to jostle her too much. “Dork.”

[wheatnoodle]

i love you, evangeline.

part1

-

robin’s been staring at it all night.

eddie munson. their third of a trio bestie they haven’t seen in years. eddie munson is asking about a girl he thinks he doesn’t know. she hasn’t said a word to evie, doesn’t even know how. that’s not something you can just drop into conversation.

“hey that guy you were like gay in love with but never told just asked if you’re single but doesn’t know you’re you, goodnight!” NO!!

so she lays in her full size bed (literally feels like she has so much room compared to her twin bed back in hawkins), contemplating what the good lord above would want her to do. it’s just gone one in the morning when she makes her decision.

robinabucks: hey eds :)) so here’s the thing

robinabucks: yes, she’s single. but,,,i would prefer it if u didn’t reach out to her or anything

robinabucks: ima be honest, idk if she’s ur type n i don’t want her to get excited

seen pops up under her final message only two seconds after it’s sent and she’s slamming her phone down on her mattress.

eddieisdead: robbie!! hey!! :D

eddieisdead: i get what u mean :/ but i also know my type better than u do

eddieisdead: just seeing as like. im me LOL

eddieisdead: gimme a CHANCE bro ill worship the fuckin ground she walks on i swear😭😭

robin can’t stop the little smile quirking the corners of her lips. her evie has been through too much to be treated like anything less than a queen. she knows eddie’s a good guy. but it’s his possible feelings on evie’s…history…that has her placing herself between the two. she knows he’s not homophobic, he tries to set her up with every lesbian he meets, plus he likes kissing boys himself. but they’ve never had the transgender talk. never had the “is a trans woman a woman to you?” talk that has robin building walls before there’s a chance to think of breaking them down.

robinabucks: eddie im serious

robinabucks: i genuinely don’t know if she’s ur type and it could go bad

robinabucks: like bad bad

eddieisdead: so can everything else

robinabucks: eddie

eddieisdead: robin

eddieisdead: i will do the best i can to not hurt her, sergeant🫡

she starts typing a response but watches as his status changes to offline.

dammit munson.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Amab Eddie getting trans man Steve pregnant:

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

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

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

Eddie: Guess what I did?!

Dustin: What?

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

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

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

Steve: *sighs* Eddie!

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

[dartlekey]

"So," she murmurs, voice dropping low in a way that always makes Steve's toes curl. "What's my reward?"

"Your - reward?"

Eddie's grin widens. "For defeating you in this wrestling match. Or for helping you with your shot, take your pick."

Steve huffs out an exasperated breath. "Again, you barely did anything. If anything, I deserve a reward for putting up with you."

Eddie leans down, pressing their foreheads together, and Steve's eyelids flutter shut in anticipation. He can feel her breath on his lips, fresh and minty instead of the usual mixture of ash and spit - she was planning this, he realizes with a small thrill, and his forearms involuntarily flex beneath her grip.

"I'm sure we can find something that will leave us both satisfied," Eddie murmurs against his lips, and he angles his face up to kiss her.

You like T4T Steddie? Tooth rotting fluff? Smut as character exploration? Read "You reflect in this heart of mine" on Ao3

[pretty-boy-eddie]

I've been thinking of Trans MTF! Steve all day... Mayhaps will write it

[transmunsons]

Steve Harrington had known for a while that he was on thin ice. His parents let him change his hair and clothes and name after a harrowing night that ended with him in a hospital bed.

So he tried to behave. They couldn’t complain as long as he played the perfect son. He did everything right. He excelled at sports, he didn’t make a fuss, he even fell in love with a wonderful girl.

Though, things got a little rocky when his dealer left town and handed things over to the local freak show. When he went to pick up his bottles, Loudmouth Munson tried to get under his skin.

“Y’know I always had a feeling you were doping.” Munson said, leaning against the picnic table.

“Would you just hand it over?” Steve held out his hand for the containers Munson was keeping hostage.

“This is a lot, Harrington, you’d think Hawkins would have actually won a championship by now with you on this stuff.”

Steve resisted the urge to rip it from his hands. Munson grinned an insufferable smile, like he enjoyed how much Steve was glaring at him.

“I’m not taking it because of basketball,” Steve said.

“So why then?”

“I don’t have to tell you shit.”

“Dude,” Munson raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Call it fair play. Didn’t think you’d be so sensitive about it.”

Steve’s hands were still itching to grab it. Munson seemed to notice how antsy he was, following his anxious gaze flickering between the package and Munson’s face.

“Don’t ya trust me, Harrington?” He said.

“Not even a little,” Steve replied. He felt a tendon jump in his jaw.

“Can’t handle the thought of not having your steroids? Some people actually need these hormones to survive, rich boy.” Munson’s tone switched from teasing to something more somber, or maybe bitter. It was hard for him to tell those things.

Under normal circumstances he would have never said what he ended up saying. Munson had a way of pushing his buttons.

“I need them.” Steve watched an ant crawl around a knot in the wood in front of him. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Nobody in this town would understand.”

Steve looked up at a shocked Eddie Munson and held out a handful of bills. “Give me my drugs, take your money, and don’t tell fucking anybody about this. You got it?”

Eddie didn’t move for a long moment, carefully studying Steve and his outstretched hand. His rings flashed as he pushed the package over to Steve’s side of the table and grabbed the money in one swift movement.

“‘Course, Harrington. You get dealer-dealee confidentiality just like everybody else.”

Steve was glad the transaction was over. He grabbed his hormones and stood up to leave when Eddie’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“You’re not the only one.”

Eddie looked very serious, dark curls brushing the tops of his furrowed brows. It was a good look on him.

Steve felt his hopes rise. There were others like him in town. But, how could he be sure that Eddie was talking about what he thought he was talking about?

“Munson,” Steve said cautiously, “I don’t think we’re on the same page.”

Eddie, still seated, crossed his arms. “I guess there’s no way to know for sure unless one of us says it plainly, and I’m sure as hell not going to. I don’t want to end up on the news.”

“You don’t trust me?” Steve echoed, quirking up the side of his mouth.

It got a small smile from Munson. “You don’t even know who it is; dealer-dealee confidentiality goes both ways. I can’t go around blabbing about what drugs everybody’s on, I’d alienate my customer base.”

“Then I guess we’re at a standstill.”

Eddie looked at him with a curious expression. “I guess so.”

Steve took a few steps away from the table, leaves crunching under feet, before turning around. He hesitated. Eddie looked at him with those dark brown eyes of his, which didn’t help his resolve.

“Eddie,” the man’s eyebrows raised at the use of his first name. Steve continued, “if you ever feel like blabbing, you know where to find me.”

Eddie stayed quiet for once, the sounds of the woods surrounding the two of them as they lingered.

“Same to you, Steve,” He finally replied.

[arelliann]

For @stevieweek : Sports

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

[songbirdmunson]

when men pathetically rut into you at an animalistic pace, trying to fight back the urge to moan like a slut, but once you drag your nails down their back they can’t shut up. telling you how they want you to mark them up, how they want everyone to see what you do to them. their hair falling into their eyes as every muscle in their body tenses, their orgasm threatening to break at any moment. wrapping your legs around them, pulling them closer and closer until every inch is deep inside of you, the wetness from your bodies running down your thighs and underneath you. yeah, give me that. <3