Up and down goes the small pink pill, bouncing across Eddie’s hand. He twists it between his fingers, bounces it across his knuckles - it glances off one of his many rings occasionally, but never drops, is always caught by a steady palm, and flicked back into rotation. Steve watches idly - the movement is mesmerizing, even more so because he’s a little high, relaxing on Eddie’s narrow bed as Eddie scribbles into a notebook.
Whether the scribbles are song lyrics or campaign ideas Steve doesn’t know; he’s asked before, but Eddie wouldn’t tell. He’s been weirdly uptight all day, actually, more quiet than usual, but asked Steve to stay when he offered to fuck off if Eddie needed some space. (It’d make sense if Eddie needed space, really; they’ve been hanging out so much recently, but there’s something about each other’s company that makes both of them feel safe, and neither of them usually gets much of that, anymore.)
“Okay, I’ll bite,” Steve says, stubbing out the joint in Eddie’s bedside ashtray. “What kinda pill is that?”
Eddie doesn’t glance up, but Steve feels the weight of his attention shift as his fingers pinch the tablet to stillness, at least for the moment. “Estrogen,” he says, sounding contemplative. “The other kind of E.”
Steve frowns, because he’s a little faded, sure, but not high enough for Eddie to be this confusing. “Wait, isn’t that like, hormones? Thought you only sold drugs.”
“Yeah, this is just for me,” Eddie says, then shrugs. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
Steve sits up, runs a hand through his hair - the kids like to joke about him having a “Mom-Sense” like Peter Parker has a “Spidey-Sense” (whoever the fuck that is), and they’re not wrong; he can always tell when someone is struggling with themselves. “Yeah?”
Eddie does look up at him, then. Doesn’t exactly look nervous, more… tired, if anything.
“I think I’m a girl.”
Steve blinks, considers this. Doesn’t consider doubting Eddie, because that’d be fucking stupid - Eddie likes to act impulsive, but someone who can plan eleven-hour campaigns and still have four super-geniuses howling with shock and betrayal at the end of it? Someone like that doesn’t speak without thought. “How come?”
Eddie huffs out a long breath, spins around in the wobbly desk chair. “Wheeler Junior was being a sore loser, said I’m just like his sister. I know he was trying to piss me off, but I can’t stop thinking about it. The thought makes me fucking giddy.”
Steve nods a few times, plucks at a loose thread on Eddie’s comforter. “Huh. Yeah, kind of makes sense, actually.”
Eddie squints at him. “It does?”
Steve shrugs, a little embarrassed, but the weed has loosened his tongue enough to admit, “You’re pretty.”
Eddie raises an eyebrow, but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of his - her (?) mouth. ”Boys can be pretty.”
“Yeah, but you’re like, girl-pretty. Don’t laugh, it’s a thing! It’s like - like, I can see a guy and go yeah, he’s good looking, and that’s it and I go about my day, but with girls there’s like this sense of awe? It’s like, wow, she’s pretty, can I get her to smile? I kinda wanna know what her hair smells like.”
Eddie stares at him incredulously, and Steve gives an annoyed huff, only just manages to restrain himself from overexplaining how last week he actually thought he was bi for a hot second, before he realized that apart from Eddie, guys still seem about as sexually alluring as housetrained rats.
Well, not apart from Eddie, now, because it turns out Eddie is a girl. Problem solved.
“So what do I call you now?”
“Hmm?”
“Like…” Steve waves his hand vaguely. “Do you want a new name? Or something?”
Eddie starts bouncing the pill across her fingers again. “No, Eddie is fine. It’s… neutral, I like that. But use girl words, I guess?”
Steve frowns. Maybe he is too high for this. “Like… babe? Sweetheart?”
Eddie barely manages to tamp down on a laugh. “Like she and her, dude. Like Eddie’s driving the other girls to Nancy’s because Robin doesn’t have a car and Max and El are underage. Five minutes as a girl and you already want to climb me like a tree, is that it?”
Steve blushes, lobs Eddie’s dog-eared copy of the Silmarillion at her, which she dodges expertly, cackling in that wild way that she has. Still Eddie. Still pretty. “Shut up, it’s not like that,” Steve grumbles, and Eddie grins, tugging her hair in front of her mouth. “Keep telling yourself that, big boy.”
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i love trans!buck, i do i really do. but i want trans!eddie! i want a transman who fought for years to transition, just to still find himself stuck in a comphet cycle. a man who spent years trying to become secure in his gender identity, just for his sexuality to come along and still fuck him up. and if that means transfemme!shanon and eddie carried chris, why not??
Could you make a drabble of transmasc!eddie getting his period and having a meltdown and someone(idc who but preferably steve, dustin, or wayne) comforting him & taking care of him(bringing him pads/tampons, painkillers, chocolate. Watching movies & cuddling with him, etc)
uhh tw dysphoria, period
Eddie’s pretty sure hell is similar to his menstrual cycle. He groans, hands on his belly, and shifts around uncomfortably on the couch.
He’s alone, and it sucks. Wayne and Steve are at work. Eddie hadn’t mentioned that he’d started his period- it always makes him feel… lesser? Yes, it makes him feel lesser when he mentions it to cis men- even if those men love him very, very much.
A jolt of pain comes from his stomach, causing him to whine and twist in pain. “Shit,” he whimpers. All he wants is for the bleeding and the emotions and the pain to stop. Tears streaming down his cheeks, Eddie picks up the phone. He presses 2 on speed dial.
“Stevie?”
Steve’s heart drops when he hears Eddie on the other line. It’s not busy- Robin’s got this.
Wait, Robin. Robin can help.
Steve hangs up the phone before running back over to his friend. “Robin,” he says, “I need help.”
“I’m not scratching your back again,” Robin retorts, “Find a nice tree or a fencepost.”
“No, it’s about Eddie.”
“What’d he get himself into this time?”
Steve sighs, “It’s about his period… I don’t know what to get him.”
“Does he use tampons or pads?”
“What’s the difference?”
Robin blinks in confusion. “Oh my- Jesus Christ, Harrington. Get him a box of tampons, a box of pads, Midol, a heating pad, and… does he like chocolate?”
“Loves it.”
“Okay, get him two Hershey’s bars- king size, if you love him.”
By the time Steve is back at the trailer, he’s carrying four plastic bags full of various products. He lets himself in with the spare key. Sure enough, Eddie is curled up in a ball on the couch, crying softly to himself.
“Eddie…” Steve sighs. Eddie looks over at him weakly before staring at the multiple bags in confusion. “Okay, well, I got you five different brands of pads, three types of tampons- did you know they have super tampons? I got you a heating pad for your stomach. Also, I bought something called Midol. Oh! Chocolate! I got lots of chocolate.”
Eddie just stares at him and smiles. “Is that half of Rite Aid’s hygiene isle?”
“I wanted you to have options.”
“For the next three months?”
Steve rolls his eyes before plugging in the heating pad, uncurling Eddie, and placing it on his tummy. Eddie sighs in relief, “Thank you- for all of this.”
“I know you hate pills, but you need to take this,” Steve hands him two Midol and a glass of water. To his surprise, Eddie downs the pills and water immediately. “You must be hurting pretty bad.”
“My stupid uterus has decided to try and end my stupid life because I didn’t give it a stupid baby,” Eddie grumbles, shifting again. Steve grabs two Hershey’s bars- king size- and hands them to his boyfriend before pulling him in close. “Robin says these always help.”
Eddie hums in agreement. “Well, yeah,” he rests his head on Steve’s chest. “But not as much as you do.”
Steve presses a kiss to Eddie’s head, then wraps them both up in a blanket. “Ghostbusters?”
“Shh,” Eddie whispers, “No, no movie. Can we just… stay like this for a while?”
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Summary: Basically exactly what the title is, these are headcanons about Mr. T Boy Swag himself, Eddie Munson and his chaotic bi himbo boyfriend Steve Harrington.
Warnings: internalized transphobia, brief mention of child abuse, forced to come out (it’s ok, its just Dustin), gender dysphoria, smut, heavy heavy smut
Words: 2.6k
Childhood
Eddie was always a tomboy, loving to run around outside with the other neighborhood boys, never really understanding why he couldn’t just go shirtless in the summer like them.
His dad hated it, but that’s depressing and I don’t want to talk about trauma here cause I want cuteness not much angst.
Wayne never saw what all the fuss was about, so when 12 year old Eddie showed up on his doorstep with a poorly buzzed head, a black eye and a backpack carrying his few possessions, he didn’t hesitate to take him in.
Wayne didn’t have much, but he worked his hardest to give Eddie a good home, moving them back to his childhood hometown of Hawkins just in time for Eddie to start junior high with a new name. He was simultaneously a parental figure for Eddie, but also a sort of friend; they had a mutual respect for each other.
Puberty was kind to him, making it easier for him to cover his chest. He got taller than most cis girls and had trained himself to speak in a lower pitch than would be natural for him.
He found comfort with the other freaks and nerds, though chose not to tell anyone his secret.
1986 Pre-Vecna
Dustin figured out Eddie’s secret on accident.
He had walked into the drama storage room where Hellfire was held nearly half an hour early to find Eddie - who could have sworn he locked the door - adjusting his makeshift binder.
To say he was terrified of Dustin’s reaction would be an understatement. He was immediately defensive, and threatened Dustin with bodily harm if he told anyone else.
Their friendship develops into one not unlike Steve and Robin, where Dustin would enthusiastically support him and would never out him to anyone ever, but is also so curious and would have so many questions.
1986 Post-Vecna
The reason Eddie decided to trust Steve in the boathouse was because of his faith in Dustin and not so much about the declarations of promise on Dustin’s mother.
He grew closer to Steve after the whole fiasco, they spent many evenings together getting stoned enough to forget the horrors for a bit. They’ve had many accidental sleepovers where one of them was too far gone to drive, oftentimes at least one of them wakes up screaming.
Eddie always knew he liked boys in the way that men are supposed to like women, and he had experimented enough on trips to the city to know what he liked in bed and Steve didn’t seem to fit his usual type. But somehow this not so perfect popular boy gave him butterflies whenever he smiled.
Steve made Eddie feel emotions that he had never felt before. Of course he’d had plenty of crushes on boys before, but they were nothing compared to how he felt around Steve. Any time they touched each other, whether it be on accident or on purpose, Eddie felt electricity under his skin. Whenever Steve was having a rough night or a nightmare, Eddie wanted nothing more than to take care of him.
Unbeknownst to Eddie, Steve was having a very similar thought process about him. Steve however, had never felt like this about anyone other than Nancy Wheeler. He was infatuated with him, completely ok to listen to anything and everything that came out of Eddie’s mouth.
They shared their first kiss on one of the many nights spent passing a joint back and forth, it was actually an accident. Eddie had finished off the joint and was placing what was left of it into the ashtray on his bedside table, when he turned back to continue the conversation, Steve was much closer than he remembered and their lips collided at a lopsided angle.
After an initial moment of frozen shock, Steve was the one to try it for real. It was short, but sweet, neither of them wanting to cross any unspoken boundary.
Eddie’s face flushed to such a deep red that Steve was slightly worried that he had stopped breathing. Tears came to his eyes as his thoughts raced with all the things Steve might say or do if he knew the truth about him.
“Freak,” Eddie’s brain screamed at him.
“Eddie?” Steve said, his brows knitted together forming the same expression he had whenever he was worried about one of the kids. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that witho-”
“It’s not that,” Eddie interrupted, not meeting Steve’s gaze. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while, but that’s not it.” Eddie’s voice was getting higher and he hated it, crying always did that to him, it was a horrible cycle.
“So have I,” Steve admitted, “if it’s not that then what is it?”
“If I told you, then I don’t think you’d like me anymore,” Eddie all but whispered.
“Dude, I just kissed you,” Steve stressed. “I know you sell pot and shit, I know you have a not so great history, all of that shit makes you, you man, I dunno.”
“I’m a freak,” Eddie said with a sob, trying and failing not to flinch when Steve placed his hands on either side of his face, brushing the tears away with his thumb.
“Yeah, I know,” Steve reassured. “And I’m still here dude.”
Eddie felt like his world was crashing down around him, like the day he was kicked out of his parents house and walked the two and a half miles to Wayne’s house. He felt like he did that day that Dustin walked in on him- Dustin. Dustin trusts Steve with his life, Eddie trusts Steve with his life.
“I wasn’t born a dude Steve,” Eddie whispered.
“Wha-what does that mean?” Steve asked, not moving his hands from Eddie’s face.
“It means I was born a girl, but I don’t wanna be one, so I tell everyone I’m a guy, and I make my voice deeper and wear clothes that make it look like I don’t have tits even though I do.” Eddie is crying even harder by the end of his explanation.
Steve was silent for a moment, his brain working at 100 miles an hour trying to wrap his head around everything Eddie had just said. “But… you’re a guy to me,” he said finally.
Eddie melted, falling forward to rest his head on Steve’s shoulder, his arms snaking around Steve’s torso.
“I really like you Steve,” Eddie said into Steve’s neck.
“I really like you too dude,” Steve answered. “Everything about you.”
They were silent for a few moments, just holding each other and coming down from their emotional peak. Eddie only pulled back when he heard Steve chuckle lightly.
“What?” He questioned, not being able to help the little smile that grew as a result of hearing Steve laugh.
“You’re kind of perfect for me dude,” Steve joked. “A ridiculously hot man who also has tits? You’re perfect.”
Eddie couldn’t help but laugh, the weed in his system finally catching up with him. “You think I’m hot?”
“‘Course dude, it’s like, all I can think about when around you, it’s actually been messing with my head.”
And just like that they were back to normal, but with the added bonuses of kissing and cuddling. Sleepovers where one of them would sleep on the couch quickly morphed into sharing a bed, Eddie used Steve as a pillow more often than actual pillows.
Slowly but surely, Eddie started becoming more comfortable existing around Steve without his chest bound flat.
The farthest they had ever gone in bed together were heavy makeout sessions where the farthest up Eddie let Steve’s hands wander was his waist under his shirt.
The first time Steve got to touch was one of these moments. They were sitting on Steve’s bed, stoned out of their minds as Steve laid kiss after open mouthed kiss on Eddie’s neck. His hands began to wander upwards, fingers catching on the hem of Eddie’s shirt on the way. Usually at this point, Steve would pull his hand away to readjust the garment, but this time Eddie caught his wrist before he got the chance.
“Are you sure?” Steve asked, pulling back to look Eddie in the eye.
“Yeah,” Eddie almost moaned, “Your hands are soft and I want them on my tits.”
“Fuck, ok,” Steve relented, dragging his hands up Eddie’s sides his breath catching in his throat when he felt his hand come in contact with his breasts.
Eddie couldn’t help the little whine that escaped him as Steve’s soft hands dragged across his sensitive nipples. “Mmmmm, Stevie, yes,” he moaned.
“You like that?” Steve asked, though his tone of voice made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.
“I do,” Eddie confirmed, an equally teasing tone to his voice. “A lot actually. So much that I might even let you take my shirt off.”
“Wait really?” Steve jolted, pulling back again.
“Mhmm, but only if you’re good for me,” Eddie teased.
They had only ever spoken about the concept of dominance and submission, but Eddie had enough experience doing both to pick up on the little things he did that seemed to awaken something in Steve. Little tugs on his hair, resting his hand around his neck while they kissed, a joking “good boy” that made Steve blush all the way to the tips of his ears.
“I’ll be good,” Steve promised. “Just tell me how.”
Eddie’s stomach did somersaults at that statement, the familiar heat of arousal beginning to grow between his legs. In one swift moment he moved from sitting next to his boyfriend to straddling his legs, laughing slightly at the shocked look on Steve’s face.
“Wha-what are you doing?” Steve stuttered, his once roaming hands now sitting frozen on Eddie’s ribs.
“Do you want me to stop?” Eddie checked. He would never push Steve to do anything he didn’t want.
“No!” Steve rushed. “Just a little surprised is all.”
“Alright,” Eddie cooed, slipping back into the scene. “Are you gonna be good for me baby boy?”
“Ohmygod, yep, yes, I’ll be good,” Steve keened.
“Perfect, take your shirt off baby, let me see you.”
Steve eagerly stripped for the boy above him, all the time failing to hold back the whimpers of pleasure at the feeling of Eddie’s thighs grinding against his erection.
“Fuck baby, it’s like you get prettier every time I look at you,” Eddie gushed while running his fingers through the patch of hair on Steve’s chest.
Steve would be an absolute goner, just a whimpering, whining little mess and Eddie would absolutely adore it.
He’d take his time undressing Steve the rest of the way, leaving soft little kisses everywhere he could reach, by the time Steve was fully naked, he was close to tears with need.
Steve about busted the instant Eddie finally touched his aching cock, even though it was only a ghost of a touch.
Slowly, because Eddie is a ruthless tease, he would build up the stimulation he would grant to where he was softly jerking him off. Steve would have his hands on Eddie’s thighs, holding on for dear life trying to be good for his boyfriend. If he had been able to keep his eyes open, Steve would have seen the satisfied smile slowly taking form on Eddie’s lips. And all of a sudden the stimulation stopped.
Steve’s eyes flew open to see Eddie reaching down to the hem of his shirt, preparing to lift it off. “Wha-what are you doing?” Steve would stammer in disbelief.
“Well sweet boy, I said if you were good for me, then I would show you my tits. You still want to see your man’s tits don’t you?” Eddie taunted, loving how he was affecting the boy underneath him.
“Please! Please Daddy, please,” Steve begged.
They both froze for a second, each of their brains taking time to process what Steve just said. Eddie couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face in time with the butterflies wreaking havoc in his stomach.
“Well shit, who would’ve thought I’d have King Steve begging for his Daddy’s tits like some damn pillow princess,” Eddie gloated, somehow making Steve melt even more.
He took advantage of Steve’s stunned state to pull his shirt over his head, his nipples hardened as the cool air of the room mixed with his arousal. Steve’s eyes went wide at the view in front of him, Eddie’s soft little tits on display just for him.
“Like what you see Princess?” Eddie taunted, trying to mask the anxiety he was feeling at being seen this way. Steve just nodded in response, lifting his hands up to touch, but stopping just before he made contact, looking up at his boyfriend for permission. “Go ahead baby.”
The feeling of Steve’s hands on his tits was better than Eddie could have ever imagined, the soft drag of his palms across his nipple made him moan and subconsciously grind himself down against Steve’s erection.
Eddie, although he had been loving how he had opened up to Steve so far, was not quite ready to take it all the way yet. But there was no way that he’d leave Steve unsatisfied now.
“You gonna keep being good for me Princess?” Eddie asked, forcing his voice deeper than he usually did.
“Ye-ye-uh, ye-yes sir,” Steve choked out.
“Good,” Eddie said with a grin, sinking down so his face was hovering over Steve’s flushed cock.
With a sly wink, Eddie took Steve into his mouth, all evidence of his teasing nature went out the window as he went down on Steve with all the enthusiasm he could muster - which is quite a bit, I mean he’s Eddie Munson.
Steve felt like Eddie was sucking his soul out through his dick, and with Eddie’s gigantic brown eyes staring up at him there was no way he would last long.
“I’m gonna cum,” Steve moaned. “Eddie, mmm fuck.”
Eddie didn’t let up a single bit, in fact he did quite the opposite, increasing his pace and depth each time he bobbed his head. In no time, Eddie felt Steve’s cock twitch in his mouth barely a moment before rope after rope of cum landed on his tongue.
Eddie gave a few more shallow movements just to tease before pulling off and making a show of swallowing. “You were such a good boy for me Princess,” Eddie praised.
(His voice would be husky and lower than usual from ya know, having a cock down his throat, which would definitely lead to Eddie giving Steve head all the time to try and make his voice deeper cause it makes him feel good.)
Eddie Munson, King of Aftercare would absolutely pamper his Princess Steve, not letting him lift a damn finger. He would make sure he drank water right away, and the way he would clean them up afterwards was so gentle. If Steve didn’t feel like getting up then clean up would be Eddie running a cloth over Steve’s sensitive skin. And if they did feel like moving, then they would shower together, Eddie taking extra care to wash Steve’s hair because the feeling of having his hair played with had always felt intimate.
After that first time, they had accidentally on purpose started a routine of Steve laying his head on Eddie’s chest, showering his tits with little kisses and soft touches, cause doms need aftercare too, and this makes Eddie feel so loved.
Steve’s new official name was Princess after that first time as well, and he never held back, even in front of their friends cause he knows it makes Steve get all flustered.
