#trans!Eddie Munson

[keynb]

Based off lazyjunebug's steddie dad's au on twitter!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Dustin, Lucas, Max, Mike, El, Will, and Erica are all standing around the crib. Steve and Eddie's baby was safely tucked inside, fast asleep. Dustin claps a hand on Lucas and Mike's shoulders.

"We're the babysitters now, guys," he whispered, and they all nod solemnly, swearing to protect the baby with their lives.

Meanwhile, Eddie's sobbing into Steve’s chest. He had just given birth, so he was full of hormones. . .at least that was his excuse. Steve was tearing up himself. Even Robin was crying beside them.

"They even got to Robin," Eddie whispered.

"I'm not crying," Robin protested. "It's just - raining."

"Inside?!" Steve whispered.

"Yes."

"She's so full of shit, Steve," Eddie sobbed.

Suddenly, the baby started crying. El reached into the crib.

"She is wet," El said.

"Don't worry, we've got this," Dustin said.

"Yeah, go get some sleep," Lucas said.

"We'll wake you when she needs to be fed," Will promised.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked.

"Yes!" Mike exclaimed.

He started pushing them both out of the room, Eddie hissing at him. He was leaning heavily against Steve, trying to fight sleep.

"We've got the best kids," Eddie mumbled.

"Yeah."

It didn't take long for them to fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows, trusting the kids with the safety of their daughter. Yeah, they were going to be the best babysitters.

[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

[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:)

[hernakedmuse]

But guys...

TransEddie x Horror!Bimbo

Like I need ....

[urhoneycombwitch]

thinking. about giving Eddie his T shot for the week. and his hairy thighs are all spread out on the bathroom counter. and his hair is in a bun too. and he talks you thru it even tho you’re like “hey I should be the one saying YOURE so brave what the hell!!” but he can’t help it he’s proud of you :’) and very in love :’) and the feeling is mutual 💖

[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.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Lmao, trans man Eddie and his first time with Steve going down on him.

[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

[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.

[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

[ent-is-indecisive]

id : a digital painting in warm tones with visible brushstrokes on a dark background. steve is lying on his side, propped on his elbow with top surgery scars and an open billowy shirt tucked in dark trousers. he is gazing up at eddie, who is sat facing the viewer and yet looking slightly down at steve, his expression conflicted. his hair is loose with a few small white flowers tucked behind his ear, a white shirt with rolled up sleeves and a dark green waistcoat and dress pants. he is fidgeting with his hands on his lap./end id

my guest is gone and it is once again 3am. Behold! the twelfth night inspired steddie painting!

[whathehonestfuk]

Steve very clearly showing signs of being a werewolf

Eddie: jocks are fucking weird

[fuctacles]

Eddie picks up a vaginal health pamphlet and really fixates on the part that tells him to "air it out as often as posibble". He's all for that, he's dedicated, he's giddy knowing there's a valid excuse to walk around half naked. He warns EVERYONE to give him a heads up before entering his room.

Steve hates it. Because all he can think about is that on the other end of Hawkins Eddie might be winnie-poohing it around his bedroom while reading, playing the guitar, writing. He tries to be a good friend about it, he knows Eddie is trans and it doesn't matter, he wants to be supportive whenever he gets excited about his body. Even if just thinking about it drives him mad. He's determined to be normal about it, he's a king of friendzone after all, but the newest development in Eddie's antics makes it even harder.

Because one day, instead of putting on a pair of pants to meet his guest, Eddie opens his door wearing a skirt. Steve eyes the new outfit with surprise, but schools his face to fall back into his supportive friend mode.

"Nice skirt," he says with a smile.

Eddie grins at him, swaying his hips to show off the new garment.

"Thanks. It's way easier to go commando."

Steve's dead. The words are like an arrow through his brain. Gray matter is leaking through his ears and he can barely focus on what Eddie is saying at any time because the guy does not follow the skirt etiquette. His legs are spread as always when he sits, and he only barely catches himself before throwing one leg over the other. Steve begs him to put on a movie he can focus on instead.

He realizes then that he has to talk to Robin about it. He needs a proper pep talk before he tells Eddie he has a massive Thing for him and would really appreciate if he wore underwear when they're hanging out.

[check out my SBB fic while you're here] [ko-fi]

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I know I said I was taking a break, but I saw this new old photo of Eddie, and I had to make this Trans man pregnant Eddie Munson art. If he was going to do a photoshoot, it would have to look metal. I hope I pulled this off. I tried to like Hellfire colors. I know, his belly is probably a little high. . .anyway. . .

I feel like Eddie would make and wear a 'proof Steve Harrington fucked me' t-shirt.