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resident-gay-bitch · 3 months

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Single teen dad steve who’s kid comes out as trans kinda young and fuck it’s the late 80’s early 90’s - post upside down - and he’s freaking out because he just wants the best for his little kid. She- he has always been Steve’s biggest priority and he loves his kid no matter what and he’s gonna embrace the hell out of it, but he has worries about it all because he’s in small town Hawkins and people here get beat up for being rumoured to be gay, what the hell is gonna happen to his kid??

But mainly, he has no idea how to help. He doesn’t know anything about it. Robin assists where she can but she’s just as in the dark about it as Steve.

Then comes one night, Axl (they’re trying out new names each month and this month Axl is obsessed with Gunners so it’s only appropriate) is having a panic attack over his dysphoria and Steve is trying his best to help. He can’t bind, doesn’t know how to do it on his own without it hurting really bad, and Steve is trying to help but Axl won’t let anyone see any part of him without a shirt and so it’s hard. They tried to figure out how to do it on Steve’s bare chest but it’s not really the same. Eventually Axl cries himself to sleep about it with Steve sitting on the end of his bed because Axl didn’t want to even be touched after a while.

And Steve doesn’t sleep that night, he stays up half the night trying to bind his own chest correctly, then he tapes balloons and stuffed toys to the front of this big bear they have and tries to bind on that. But nothings working, and he can’t help but feel like he’s failed his kid. He debated calling Robin up to see if she’d come over and he could try binding her chest to figure it out, he knows she’ll say yes because she cares about Axl so much and also won’t care if Steve sees her bare chest as he has before, but she’s out of state for work for a whole other week. He just cries until it’s time to get up for work and school.

Axl is wearing a baggy shirt under an even baggier hoodie, even though it’s the middle of summer. Steve wants to tell him to take it off, to make sure he doesn’t faint today, but he knows that’s only gonna make things worse - everyone at school still thinks he’s a girl. He makes sure to pack ice packs in Axl’s lunch bag and extra ice in his water bottle.

He goes to work and thinks about it all day, then he gets home to find a note on the counter from Axl, saying he’s popped across the street to study with Melody for a while. They’ve been friends since they were little, and she’s the only one from school who knows so far. Steve’s glad Axl’s doing something to distract himself rather than rotting away in bed and making himself feel more sick about it.

Halfway through cooking himself dinner (and by cooking he means microwaving whatever the fuck he can find in the fridge) he gets a knock on the door. It’s Eddie. Of course it’s Eddie. They had plans to catch up for a beer down the pub tonight, since they hadn’t seen eachother in a while now. Steve had been so distracted today he completely forgot.

Steve apologises to Eddie and tells him he’s just been so stressed today and he couldn’t talk to Robin about it and everything is just so complicated, he just breaks down and cries right then and there in his doorway.

And Eddie, being the kind soul that he always has been, pulls Steve into a hug and lets him cry about it.

They sit down at the table together and crack open a couple of beers and eat the microwaved leftovers. And they chat and Steve forgets about everything for a little while. Eddie does that to him; makes Steve forget everything else in the world doesn’t exist besides Eddie.

He’s tried to snuff his stupid feelings for Eddie out for years, since 1986. It hasn’t worked. But Eddie’s been between relationships, and Steve’s had Axl to worry about so trying to have anything serious has been so hard and pointless. No one wants an instant pre-teen, and especially not Eddie who has expressed he doesn’t want kids several times. It’s pointless.

So very pointless.

But Steve wants him anyway.

Eddie asks about Axl, as he always does. He cares about Steve’s kid the way he cares about Dustin, sort of. They get along, but Eddie kinda gets awkward around him for some reason and Axl gets very flustered around Eddie. Steve found it adorable when he was little, Eddie with his long hair and tattoos, he always through it was cool. And as Axl got older, the more he’d avoid Eddie in hopes of not fanboying over Eddie’s band, or tattoos, or his guitar.

But they don’t really see eachother much these days, so now that Axl’s fourteen and too cool to ask questions when Steve brings Eddie up, who knows what they’d be like around eachother?

Eddie’s asking questions, completely oblivious as he asks how “she’s going” and if “she’s surviving her first year of highschool” and blah blah blah, and Steve knows it’s because he doesn’t know. But it messes with his head anyway, because that’s his boy their talking about, not his girl, and it’s been bothering him all day and Steve just-

He crumbles. He opens up to Eddie and tells him everything on his mind right now. How Axl is really a boy, and how they’re trying out new names, and how Steve feels like he’s failing his kid because he doesn’t know how to help him bind, or feel safe, or come out at school, or what to do to get him on testosterone or if that’s even an option and-

Eddie places his hand on Steve’s and smiles so softly, “You’re struggling to bind?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, it’s like- his chest… he- he’s doesn’t-“

“Yeah, I- I know, Steve.” Eddie nods, “Would Axl be okay with me knowing this? Or, like, not?”

“I don’t know.” Steve so sobs, “I shouldn’t have said anything without his permission, but I just trusted you and I needed to talk to- to someone. And I’m…”

“Okay.” Eddie cleared his throat, “okay, will Axl be home tonight?”

“Yeah.” Steve sniffled and checked his watch, “It’s almost curfew.”

“Okay. Have you got any bandages? Or what have you been using?”

“Yeah, bandages… cloth.” Steve rubbed his nose.

“That’s okay, uhm, how about you go get those for me?”

Steve, confused but too mentally tired to think much of it, goes and does just that. He brings back the rolls of bandages and cloth they were using and dumps them on the table in front of Eddie. Eddie smiles and moves the cloth aside, looking at the strip of bandages.

“The wider ones are better. These are a little thin, but… does he use a sports bra most days?”

Steve nods.

“Okay, I suggest getting some wider bandages. But I can make these work.” Eddie grins.

“What?” Steve grumbles.

“Come here.” Eddie shuffles his chair over to Steve, “Arms up, not up in the air but like, out so I can get around.”

Steve follows his command yet again, and watches with confused eyes as Eddie begins to wrap the bandage around Steve’s chest, talking him through the process; where to place his hands for best compression, and insisting it can’t be too tight or it will hurt.

“It probably won’t be perfectly flat, they never are, but it will be better.” Eddie smiled, “Surgery is always an option, but they won’t let him get that until he’s like, eighteen.”

“How do you-“

“Hey, dad, sorry I’m late, I have a math test tomorrow and we-“ Axl chattered, walking through and shutting the door, “… uhm, hi Eddie.”

“Hi!” Eddie grinned and waved at Axl before looking back at Steve’s chest and fastening the bandage together with the clip at Steve’s side.

“What are you doing?”

Steve felt his heart drop, “I’m- I’m sorry, kid, I shouldn’t have told him but- I was just, I needed someone to talk to, and- It’s not and excuse-“

“No, it’s not.” Axl dumped his bag down on the kitchen counter and walked over, “You should ask before assuming.”

“I know.” Steve furrowed his brow, “I don’t usually-“

“But it’s okay because it’s just Eddie.” Axl shrugged and leant down to look at the bandges wrapped tight around Steve’s chest, “I figured you’d already told all of your friends.”

“Nope.” Eddie shook his head and smiled, “He certainly did not. Cool name, by the way- Guns and Roses?”

“Yeah.” Axl nodded.

“Sick.” Eddie grinned.

“Did you do this?” Axl pointed to the bandages.

“Wait, you’re not upset with me?” Steve asked.

“No, I know you’re not just gonna out me to some cunt who’s gonna beat me up-“

“Language.” Steve pressed.

“Besides, Eddie’s gay and a self proclaimed Freak, out of most of your friends he’s the least likely to judge.”

“Right you are, little gremlin.” Eddie smiled up at him.

“I’m still sorry.” Steve murmured.

“Don’t be.” Axl playfully punched his arm.

“Also, to answer your question,” Eddie continued, “Yes, this is how you bind. I can show you how to do it, if you like? I suggest bigger bandages but this can work for now.”

“Yes please.” Axl nodded, and Eddie immediately started to unwound the bindings on Steve’s chest.

He re-tied it, talking step by step to Axl, and then he got Axl to bind Steve’s chest himself, Eddie talking him through the process.

Then, Eddie got Axl to do it on himself, over his baggy jumpers, because it’s a little different doing it on someone else. Steve sat at the table and watched in awe as Eddie animatedly talked Axl through the process, and Axl couldn’t wipe his smile off his face.

The moment it was done he raced off to his room to do it properly. Eddie went and got them another beer.

“Thank you.” Steve smiled at him, “So much.”

“No problem, Steve-o.” Eddie grinned, “I have not done that in a while, it was kinda fun.”

“What do you mean?” Steve furrowed his brow, and Eddie shrugged and pulled up his shirt.

The first thing Steve noticed was the added ink Eddie had gotten since ‘86. The second thing he noticed was the bat bites scattered over his skin. And the third… two scars stretching along his chest.

Steve remembered being back there, crying and trying to add compression on all of Eddie’s scars. He remembered finding bandages already wrapped around Eddie’s chest, under his clothes, but he thought nothing of it, figured Eddie had cut his chest open or something. Not… this.

Eddie blushed and lowered his shirt, shrugging up at Steve.

“Oh my god.” Steve muttered, and Eddie just stared at him, “Holy shit, you’re like Axl?!”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, and then a couple of seconds later Axl was body slamming into the back of Eddie and wrapping himself around him.

“I didn’t think anyone was like me here.” Axl mumbled, obviously trying to not cry, “I always thought you’d be the coolest out of dad’s friends.”

Eddie snickered and gave Axl a hug back, “How’d you go, did you get it?”

“I think so.” He said, stepping back and showing off to them. It’s the first time Steve had seen him wear anything less than a baggy shirt. He was dressed in a cropped muscle tee, and he looked so confident.

Steve started to cry.

“Hey! Look at you, it looks so good, kid.” Eddie grinned, “If you want I can show you how to draw facial hair on to look realistic.”

“Fuck yeah.” Axl grinned, “I want a moustache.”

Eddie snickered and looked back at Steve, his face dropped when he saw him crying, “Hey, Stevie-“

“Thank you.” Steve sobbed and buried his head in his hands, “Holy fuck, thank you so much.”

Eddie smiled softly, “It’s no issues, of course. Anything to help a fellow freak like me, huh?” He smiled up at Axl, “I should be thanking you, it feels nice to have another person like me around again.”

“Do you know more people like us?”

Eddie nodded, “You know my friend Gareth? Yeah, he’s like us, and a two more people but they’re not in town.”

“Oh my god, really?!” Axl grinned, “This is so awesome, can I please come to one of your gigs or something?”

“I thought you were too cool for that stuff?” Steve snickered.

Axl flipped him off, “I just wanna meet him… as a guy.”

Eddie leant out and ruffled Axl’s hair, “Yeah, kid, whenever you like- though, a band practice would be more ideal for a fourteen year old.”

Axl frowned dramatically and went to get himself a drink.

“Seriously, Eddie, thank you.” Steve murmured, “I haven’t seen him that happy in… not in years. He’s just a kid, he’s meant to be that happy every day.”

Eddie nodded, “I know how he feels. I knew I was different really young too, and when I was about twelve I told my mum and she told me to never tell anyone. And then she died, when I was sixteen, and I ended up telling dad for some- I don’t even know why, he beat the shit out of me and I ran away. Like, away away, up to Indi. Wayne found me then, when my dad told him what happened, and bought me home and let me be Eddie.” He shrugged, “I remember the first time I tried binding with duct tape, Wayne found me crying in front of the mirror about it and he came in with bandages and helped me figure it out. I went on testosterone when I turned eighteen, so.”

Steve smiled, “I’m sorry you went through that, Eddie.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been going through this clueless. Wayne had no idea either, he’s got a book on how to look after trans kids now, but he didn’t back then, I can tell you that.” Eddie laughed, “Thanks for being his dad, and like, being a good one.”

“He’s my kid, I can’t just… of course, I love him.”

Eddie smiled, “You don’t know how rare that is for people like Axl and I.”

“I don’t understand why.”

“Me either.” Eddie hummed, “You’re a really good dad, Steve. A really good guy.”

“I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

“Yeah, but you care. More than most people do. You care so much.” Eddie gently took Steve’s hand into his own, “I’m sure you already know but being Axl’s dad isn’t gonna be easy, especially not in fucking Hawkins, but so long as you just stick around and… care, then things are gonna be a whole lot easier for him. It means so much to him, and me, even.”

Steve smiled at him and squeezed Eddie’s hands as a thank you, “Can you stick around too?” He asked, “Help Axl in the places I cant?”

Eddie grinned, “Yeah, of course I can, Stevie.”

“Thank you.” Steve sighed, rubbing his temples, “You have no idea how grateful I am that you’re in my life.”

There was a moment of silence before Eddie whispered, “You have no idea how grateful I am that you’re in mine.”

They looked at eachother, and Steve felt his heart in his throat.

“Okay…” Axl murmured, rolling back over to the table, “You guys are clearly having a moment so I’m gonna stop eavesdropping.”

“Hey!” Steve scoffed, “You little shit.”

Axl chuckled and scruffed Steve’s hair, “Thanks dad, I love you too. You’re my best friend.”

Steve absolutely blossomed at that, he’d never been so happy to hear those words. He used to hear them all the time, when Axl was really little. But then he became a preteen and being friends with your dad suddenly stopped being cool. He’s ecstatic right now.

“Thanks Eddie.” Axl smiled at him, giving Eddie a fist bump as he passed, “Can we like… talk sometime? I just wanna-“

“Know if someone’s gone through all the crazy shit as you?” Eddie offered and Eddie nodded, “How about we get some lunch this weekend, huh? Then hang out at the music store?”

“Sounds good.” Axl grinned and continued to walk past, “I’ll let you guys get back to your moment.”

“Moment?” Steve asked, red in the face, watching Axl walk down the hallway to his room, “There’s no moment, what moment?!”

“Don’t worry about it.” Axl shouted back and walked into his room.

“Axl!” Steve shouted out.

“Axl!” Eddie shouted too, “What fucking moment do you mean?”

Axl poked his head back out the door, “You were having a nice moment about friendship and being a good dad and blah blah blah!” Axl shouted and Steve and Eddie both relaxed, “I just shouldn’t be evesdropping of course.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded and looked back to Eddie, watched the sparkle in his eyes dance as he shifted to look back at Steve. And he melted at the sight.

“Also, this would be a great time to do something about that crush you’ve had on Eddie for years, dad!”

And with that, Axl’s door was slammed shut.

Steve and Eddie were staring at eachother. Eddie was slowly turning more and more red.

“You have a crush on me?”

Steve’s lack of an answer probably was a dead giveaway, but he hoped Eddie was oblivious.

“Oh.” Eddie muttered, and clearly he’s not oblivious, “You have a crush on me- god, I sound fifteen. Wow, you are into me- Steve- you- okay.” Eddie cleared his throat and fixed his posture, “Do- wow, huh, uh… do- do you wanna- do you wanna go out with me? Okay, there, I did it.”

“You’re asking me out?” Steve asked, a little gobsmacked.

“Yeah.” Eddie bit at his nails as he looked at Steve nervously.

“Yes.” Steve swallowed, “Yeah, I- yeah… can- does tomorrow work? Seven?”

“Seven.” Eddie smiled, his shoulders relaxing, “Yeah, a date at seven.”

“Okay.” Steve smiled too, “Wait, is this just… I just need to know if this is a date or like, with the intention of something more serious.”

“Uh…” Eddie swallowed, “Considering I’ve been into you for years now, I’d prefer something a little more permanent. But-“

“You don’t care I’ve got a kid?”

“No, I-“ Eddie ducked his head, blushing, “To be honest I’ve kinda always been jealous he wasn’t our kid.”

“Holy shit.” Steve muttered, “I thought you didn’t want kids?!”

“Yeah.” Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know, you make all my wires cross, Steve. I’ve pictured a whole ass future with you.”

And Steve can’t wait to make that future come true.

And Axl grows up with a second dad who helps him through his transition too, has a little more intel. And Steve loves watching them as they chat about their shared experiences being trans, and cries when Axl comes out and shows off his excessive leg hair one afternoon, and when Eddie starts compulsively making fun of his voice cracks at age seventeen, and when Eddie’s sitting there and talking him through the procedure he’ll endure for his first surgery and- Steve’s just overwhelmed with love for them both.

And then he and Eddie adopt a little girl and Steve’s just so in awe of how Eddie is with the baby, and how Axl instantly takes to the protective big brother role. And just picture it, okay!? Just picture Steve and Eddie having a family together, okay?!

#Steve has a trans kid #trans Eddie #single dad steve #this is pretty shitty but I’m tired as fuck so I don’t care you know? I just wanted to share the idea because it needs to be shared!#headcannon that turned into a mini fic that I want to turn into a multichap #but I have so many wips already #jay writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #dad Steve #Steddie #single dad Steddie #stranger things 4 #fluff #hurt comfort

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buttbiscuit · 2 years

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do you have any more trans eddie headcanons?

Uhh sure (if you mean FtM hcs lmao)

He chose the name Eddie because of Iron Maiden's mascot.

"What's Eddie a nickname for?" *panic* he never thought that far ahead and instead of saying Edward like a normal person he says "..... Edbert" and fucking cringes at himself every night for saying that.

He used to ID as a butch (bc it was the closest he could get to understanding his gender) but he met a trans guy at a gay club on the outskirts of town one time and it rocked his world.

He didn't get nipple grafts but instead got his tattoo artist to give him some realistic looking nipples.

He kept his hair really short for years because he thought it made him pass better but after discovering long haired rockstars he realised that he's not only allowed to have long hair but it is super encouraged in the metal scene.

That's part of the reason he loves metal so much. Also the androgynous but masc lead singers made him Feel Things.

He didn't get that much body hair growth from T which makes him a bit dysphoric.

Wayne was super vigilant in helping Eddie after his top surgery. And taught him how to shave.

He cried when he got his name changed on his drivers license.

This is literally just canon: he's got those sexy T boy eyes (iykyk)

And ik you didn't ask for it but here's some Steddie bonus content w cis Steve:

Steve literally screams the first time Eddie leaves his packer just sitting there in the bathroom bc he's never seen it not attached to Eddie. Eddie laughs so hard he cries.

Steve tries to be really careful about what Eddie might struggle with and so after Eddie first tells him, he always offers to like hold his hand in the men's bathrooms but Eddie just laughs at him and asks if he wants to hold his dick too.

Steve had no idea people could be trans and he had a hard time wrapping his head around what that meant but at some point accepts that he doesn't fully get it and probably never will but he loves his bf and worships his body.

Eddie used to be really anxious about his top surgery scars but Steve loves tracing them with his fingers and kissing along them and it makes Eddie feel infinitely better.

"Ew dude hide your boner" "Some of us can't just take our dick off, Munson!” “Sucks to be you then”

#trans eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things hc #stranger things hcs #eddie munson hcs #steddie #steddie hcs #steddie headcanon #transgender eddie munson #ftm eddie munson #trans eddie #my blorbo love that trans guy #ask

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monroeknoxwrites · 1 year

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post-canon trans!eddie wip

eddie wasn't there for the end of the world. Or the end of hawkins anyway.

He wakes weeks later, in a hospital bed several miles away. His uncle explains that henderson kid contacted him, let him know he was alive but barely.

"I didn't think you'd make it on the ride there," his uncle says, looking at his hands. "But we couldn't take you to anywhere nearby."

He trails off, lifting his eyes filled with apologies. Like he failed him along the way somehow.

'What're you sorry for?' eddie doesn't say. 'You're only the only one who stuck around.'

What he does ask is "What happened?" How much would they tell his uncle? How would they explain the shredded state of him?

Turns out, dustin used jason and his goons as the scapegoats this time.

So the universe does have a twisted sense of humor.

Not that jason was around to contradict them -- he apparently died in the "earthquake".

All that and they failed. Must have. What else could cause that much destruction?

His uncle's info gets shaky after that. He knows the army came in, for diaster relief. Then they lost media coverage.

"A week after the quake there was some sort of aftershock? It destroyed most of what was left standing."

eddie's mouth goes dry.

His fingers fidget with the rough texture of the dull blue hospital blanket, the texture distraction enough for the panic screaming at the back of his mind.

It sounds like bats.

"What, uh. What about the people there?"

His uncle sighs. "You care about those people?" There's bitterness in his tone but only a little. Mostly he looks sad. And proud?

A lots going on, eddie isn't sure if he's processing all this right.

"I guess you would," his uncle interrupts him from asking again.

"You're little friend visited a few days ago. Brought the Harrington boy with him, older, fancy hair?"

"Steve." The name tumbles from his mouth and with it a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Yeah. They told me most of the town was evacuated before it hit. Few causalities. All their friends and families made it out safe."

robin, nancy, the other kids -- they're all okay.

He nods along. Mutters to himself. "Good. Great. I knew they'd do it."

"Of course, this was after they asked about you."

eddie snaps back to attention, shifts in the bed.

"He— /They/ asked about me? What'd you tell them?"

"Why else would they come all this way?" his uncle counters, fussing for a second with the pillows behind him.

"When they came, the doctors said you'd be awake soon. But not soon enough for them." His uncle smirks. "They wanted to wait around until you did. The head nurse chased them out eventually.”

Yeah, that sounded like dustin. Hard convincing that kid to do anything. He was sure dustin pestered steve for a ride here, that's why he stuck around so long.

"I have a number from each of them," his uncle says rifling through his pockets.

"Asked me to call if there was any change. Or let you do it if you were well enough."

"Both of them?" eddie asks slowly, like he's trying the words on and finding they don't fit right.

"Yeah. That dustin kid was pretty insistent. 'Day or night' he said."

eddie laughs, in spite of his confusion, in needing to know what they both said.

"Yeah, he's like that."

"Steve, was it? He practically pushed the kid out the door and handed me his, asked me to just let him know when you were awake again."

eddie doesn't know what to say to that. He's all too aware of his uncle's eyes on him. Searching him.

He pulls a grin, gestures at his healing wounds. "Guess he doesn't wanna see his valiant rescue wasted."

"Hm."

The conversation ends there.

For all the fucking sleeping he's been doing lately, eddie tires pretty quickly. He's nodding off by the time his uncle leaves to talk with the doctor.

He drifts to sleep with the vague impression of arms carrying him. Two sets of voices coming from miles away.

One crying, begging him to hold on.

And the other...

Hang on, man, okay? We're back, we made it out. So you need to hang on. I didn't go through all this for you to die on me!

"Don't be upset."

Not the best thing to hear in a hospital.

eddie had just finished swallowing the last bit goblin shit that passes for food in this place. Apparently different textures are bad for recuperation. Or any texture.

His uncle gives him that great opening line as soon as he's in the door. He's sitting close, speaking low.

"The doctor's coming in now. She's gonna tell you a few things."

eddie taps his fork against the tray to the rhythm of the song he played on top of the trailer. It's been stuck in his head since he woke up.

He continues in silence, waiting, shoulders subtly tense. He can guess what this is about.

"I had to put you under the other name," his uncle says, as delicately as he can. He's looking sorry again and eddie hates it.

A lopsided grin splits his face. He taps faster at the tray yet responses casually, "A few weeks ago I was sure my time was up.

"I think I can handle it."

He kept that grin on his face when the doctor came in. It knocked her off balance a little but she recovered far too quickly. Returns it with a subdued one of her own.

"Miss Munson? Would you mind me calling you Samantha?"

'Actually, I'd prefer if you called me just about anything else.'

"Sam's good."

The doctor hummed meaningfully. She cast a glance at his uncle.

"Sam, there are some sensitive subjects I need to speak with you about. If you'd rather do that in private—"

His uncle didn't move in his chair but eddie sensed him shifting into protective mode.

"And I told you I wanted to be present for this. She's... She's just woken up, it might be too much."

He stumbles over the word like it's wrong coming out of his mouth. With the guilty hesitancy of a kid swearing in front of their parents for the first time.

It lightens the wound up feeling in eddie's shoulders.

"Mr. Munson." The doctor's short tone tells eddie this is a common argument between them.

"Your niece is of legal age. It isn't appropriate for me to discuss these things with you present. The only reason we did beforehand was because her unconscious state necessitated it."

His uncle readies himself for a fight. He's never been a big fan of doctors and Eddie can tell he's extra agitated by the situation. The muscles in his balled knuckles jumped at the word 'niece'.

He cared more about this bullshit than eddie did.

Avoiding a shouting match in the middle of a hospital, eddie cuts in. "Then it doesn't really matter if he sits in on this then."

The doctor clears her throat, gives him a pointed look he willfully pretends not to understand.

"Sam honey, I don't think you quite grasp the nature of what I need to discuss with you."

"Of course not, you haven't said anything yet."

The doctor glances from his uncle to eddie, recognizes her 'polite suggestions' are a waste of time, and surrenders.

Her motherly face drops, continuing in a more clinical vein.

"Very well." She put on the glasses dangling around her neck as she read his chart. It made her appear even more severe.

"The extent of the damage to your chest was significant. In closing the wounds, we had to remove much of the damaged tissue."

Something clicks in eddie's head.

Something he really should have noticed immediately but he was too busy celebrating still being alive and knowing his friends made it out too.

The general soreness that is now his chest distracted him from another feeling: lightness.

The bandages, he didn't think because of the bandages, it all seemed normal!

The doctor mistakes his pawing at his chest, the stunned expression on his face as devastation, her voice carrying a note of sympathy.

"Easy honey, you'll open your stitches."

eddie flops back on the bed, running both hands through his hair. He lets out a sharp sound.

"This isn't easy for one so young. But I can give you the number of a doctor who specializes in reconstructive surgery."

eddie doesn't pay attention to her. He purses his lips, fisting the hands in his hair, eyes dead ahead. It's taking all the scant bit of self control he has not to shout.

His uncle takes the number, ushers her out the door.

eddie catches the pitying look she shots him from the doorway but he honestly couldn't care less.

Once she's gone, he throws his hands into the air and crows. Bad idea. Intense pain blooms in his chest and he's curling into himself, wincing before dissolving into deranged giggles.

"Careful!" His uncle scolds. "She's right about one thing: you're going to pull those stitches if you don't settle down."

"Looks like. Saving the world isn't the only boon. I got out of all this," he gasps between laughter.

His uncle shoves a paper cup of water in his hand, shaking his head but not commenting on what he said. He's used to him not making sense.

eddie needs another dose of pain meds for all his antics. Worth it.

He helped vanquish vecna and lost his tits in the process!

eddie rides the high of his prize all day. The nurses label him a menace; pestering them about how long until he can get the bandages off. Pacing the wing once they release him from the IV.

It's hard staying still.

He bets they wish he was their quiet unconscious patient again.

#stranger things #eddie munson #trans eddie #steddie #steve harrington #spoilers

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polktd · 2 years

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i am a proud eddie munson is trans truther

#JUST LOOK AT HIM #you're telling me he's not?#no fucking way #i think he's ftm/transmasc but i could see transfemme too #anyway #eddie munson shitposting #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #sound i start a #trans eddie munson #tag? yes i should.#trans eddie #ftm eddie munson

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toxicpoisonedyouth · 1 year

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so vance hopper is totally mungrove’s adopted/biological son right

i mean

billy was adopted by chief hopper, and then married eddie and now they are raising their hellion of a son, vance

#billy hargrove #eddie munson #mungrove #vance hopper #stranger things #i support trans billy #or even #trans eddie #but also #cis and gay mungrove #who adopt baby vance and raise him #OOH OR #they adopt TEEN vance and struggle there #i have never seen black phone #its on my list i promise #im rewatching modern family instead

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reddiesworldsblog · 2 years

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no thoughts, just richie showing love and affectionately kissing over eddie’s top scars

#reddie #it chapter 2 #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 1 #richie tozier #clown town #it stephen king #reddie headcanon #eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #reddie hc #screaming crying throwing things #this is canon btw #trans eddie kaspbrak #trans eddie

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franklyalarmed · 2 years

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I've been seeing a lot of stranger things haircare headcanons and I'm here to set the record straight: Eddie Munson doesn't use 3-in-1 shampoo because he's poor, he uses 3-in-1 shampoo because he's trans and that shit is a rite of passage

#stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #trans eddie munson #trans eddie

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4nemo1egend · 10 months

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I can't wait to finish my last two exams so I can write my trans!Eddie ftm canon compliant Eddie!lives au diakxbxjjabs

#eddie munson #steddie #trans eddie #steve harrington #stranger things wip

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daybreaklynx · 2 years

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nice cut g

I'm a firm "demobats gave eddie free top surgery" believer😍 anyway this on tiktok with the audio:

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #fanart #stranger things s4 #vampire eddie #demobats #trans eddie #trans eddie munson #meme #stranger things meme

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blackwithenby · 1 year

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eddie played piano when he was younger. when he was a girl, his parents insisted on music classes of some sort (read: his mom wanted him to be musically proficient so she dumped him in piano lessons).. he took to it quickly, advancing so fast he impressed his teacher and even his dad. he stopped playing when his mom died, though, starting guitar after being introduced to it by wayne. you can imagine his excitement when the black album drops and he realizes he can play nothing else matters on guitar and piano. steve figures out he plays piano late in their relationship, and gets an electric keyboard. he doesn't force eddie to play or anything, but when guitar isn't it, and eddie's fingers are itching for something to do, he can just sit and play piano.

#lil thingie #i was playing nothing else matters #and i thought hey why not impose my habits and preferences upon a blorbo #trans eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson piano

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munsonkitten · 8 months

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pregnancy, transmasc eddie, genderqueer steve - read on ao3

October bleeds into November, and over the course of the month, Steve notices some changes. Eddie doesn’t really get naked around him anymore, is the first thing, and Steve doesn’t feel like Eddie owes him that, but it does strike him as odd. They’ve both been very comfortable with each other, sharing their bodies for months now, but Eddie doesn’t take off that sweatshirt. He doesn’t let Steve slide his hands up it when they have sex, and he doesn’t let Steve shower with him anymore.

It’s all well and fine on its own, but then there’s everything else that comes along with it. Eddie wakes up sick a lot, rushes to the bathroom to dry heave into the toilet. Steve makes him plain toast, has him nibble on it until he’s feeling better. It’s not unusual, but Steve can’t help but think about everything he knows and how it lines up with the things going on with Eddie’s body. He makes a list on a scrap piece of paper when he’s working alone one day.

Gaining weight, but isn’t actually eating very much.

Sick a lot. (Morning sickness?)

Chest is sore. (Different than when it was still healing post-bats)

Unprotected sex while inconsistent with shots. (No period?)

The thing is, Steve fully believes Eddie actually thinks he can’t get pregnant, and he understands why Eddie would think that since his period didn’t come back, it means it couldn’t. He’s been thinking about it ever since Eddie admitted he hasn’t been doing his shots as often as he should. He’s been wondering about it, hoping that they started using condoms quickly enough, but he has this feeling in his stomach and chest that maybe they didn’t.

He doesn’t know how to broach the subject.

Steve goes home that night, thinks about just going over to Eddie’s after his mom asks too many questions Steve doesn’t want to answer, but he needs time to think. He tries to sneak away from his mom’s questions about work and friends, he tries to sneak away from the look on her face when he says he’s been hanging out with Eddie lately.

Just before he finally manages to run up the stairs, his dad comes into the hallway and says they won’t be home for Thanksgiving in a couple of days. That’s fine, it doesn’t really matter. They usually aren’t, taking the time to go on a trip just the two of them ever since Steve was old enough to be left alone. He doesn’t really care, already got an invitation to the Byers’ for the holiday, but it still stings, for some reason.

He pushes that down. It doesn’t matter.

He waits a second longer to see if there’s anything else they want to say to him, but the silence stretches on for too long. He runs up the stairs before they can change their minds and locks his bedroom door behind him. He sets his bag on the floor and puts on a record, one of Robin’s Bowie records she brought over and never brought back home. Diamond Dogs.

The music fills his room and he goes to his bag, double checking the door is locked before he pulls out the satin shorts Eddie bought for him. He runs his fingers over the material, over the lacy trim on them. The shorts slide through his fingers, cascading in a way too delicate for his large hands. He sets them down on his bed and looks at them. It’s not much, really. The shorts are just a little bit shorter than the ones he wore for basketball, but they’re thinner, prettier. They’re from the women’s section.

He likes them, but there’s something in his mind telling him he shouldn’t.

He looks over at the lock on his bedroom door again, strains his ears to make sure no one is coming down the hallway.

With a deep breath, he pushes down his jeans and underwear and steps out of them. As the blue shorts slide up his legs, his hands tremble, his throat tightens. He thinks about what Eddie said the last time he wore them.

Beautiful, Steve. Pretty baby.

He pulls them up, waistband snug around his waist. His dick threatens to fall out of the leg, but there’s not much to be done about that. He thinks about his jockstraps hidden away in his closet along with his old sports stuff. He thinks about the way that might feel, to have those two contrasting layers of masculinity and femininity, one on top of the other. Something comfortable and secure beneath the loose flowing garment.

Yeah, that… That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.

Wearing the shorts alone feels like too much in one direction, but when he puts on the jockstrap and then the shorts over them, it’s… Comfortable. This masculinity, underlying but there, keeping him comfortable and secure, and the added layer of delicate fabric…

It makes him start to cry, but in a way unlike how he felt that first time. The first time, he felt too raw, too flayed open, too unlike himself. He likes the way they look on him, but he had this feeling that it’s not quite right, not exactly.

This, looking down at himself, seeing the waistband of his jockstrap peeking out above the lace, this makes the tears fall in relief.

Rebel, Rebel plays in the background as the first side of the record winds to an end. Steve stands in front of his mirror and runs his hand down his bare chest, plays with the lace positioned over the dark hair beneath his navel. He looks at his scars, the raised pink peeking out of baby blue. It’s this perfect combination, he thinks. Not quite one thing or the other. Just Steve, comfortable and feeling pretty.

You’ve got your mother in a whirl.

‘Cause she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl.

Hey, babe, your hair’s alright.

Hey, babe, let’s stay out tonight.

Steve doesn’t really remember what he needed to think about tonight.

* * *

It comes back to him, of course it does. He sees Eddie two days later, comes in after another shift Eddie called in sick to. He’s been doing that too much, three or four times in the last two weeks. Steve doesn’t think he can keep covering for him; Keith’s going to find out soon enough.

Eddie’s laying on the couch with Elrond sleeping on his stomach. The cat looks up at Steve when he walks in, blinks a few times, and then gently lowers his head back down. Eddie has a glass of water and a can of Sprite sitting on the coffee table, a half eaten sandwich on a plate beside them.

“Hey, baby,” Eddie says when he walks in. He sounds tired.

He tosses Elrond to the floor as he stands up, one hand immediately going to rest over his stomach.

Shit, Steve thinks. He doesn’t think Eddie knows. This morning when Eddie called him to tell him he wouldn’t make it in, he said he thinks he caught a bug. He sounded convinced it’s just regular sickness.

Eddie pulls him in for a kiss, and pulls back when Steve doesn’t immediately reciprocate.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks skeptically.

“You’re sick,” Steve says.

“I’m feeling better,” Eddie says. “Honestly, Steve, I’m fine.”

“Eddie, I think you’re—”

“I’m good,” Eddie says before Steve can finish the sentence. He picks up the sandwich from the coffee table and brings it into the kitchen. “Let’s go to my room, yeah? Haven’t seen you in days.”

“Eddie,” Steve sighs.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Steve shrugs. He doesn’t know what to say because he could be wrong. And if he’s wrong, then what’s Eddie going to think? How embarrassing would it be to ask if someone’s pregnant just to find out they’ve only gained weight?

“I’m just tired,” Steve says. “Long day.”

Eddie nods, understanding falling over his face. He takes Steve by the hand and guides them down the hall to his bedroom. There, Eddie helps Steve out of his shirt and presses a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“Let me take care of you, then,” Eddie whispers.

“That’s my job,” Steve tells him.

Eddie shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “Trust me, I’m not even going to try being on your level. Just want you to get comfortable.”

Instead of saying anything, Steve just lets Eddie undress him down to his underwear, and he lets Eddie guide him into bed.

Eddie settles beside him after kicking off his sweatpants, leaving him in just a pair of boxers and the sweatshirt he hasn’t taken off in weeks.

* * *

Eddie wakes up the next morning and races to the bathroom just as he does most mornings. It’s starting to concern him just a little bit. And not to mention the way Steve was acting last night, like he was about to say something, but just couldn’t get it out.

It’s not like Eddie hasn’t noticed the signs. At first, he thought it was because he quit smoking that he felt off, but then he evened out a bit and kept feeling weird, so he thought it might be testosterone withdrawals, but he’s been doing his shots for a few weeks now, back on track with it. And then, well, he started thinking about how diligent Steve’s been with condoms lately, how they haven’t fucked raw since the night before Eddie’s birthday because Steve’s been scared of pregnancy.

And Eddie gets that word in his head. He has it in his head when he pulls up his sweatshirt this morning and looks at the weight he’s gained. As he looks at the shape of his hips he associates too much with femininity and has been trying to hide. As he looks at his tits, the one and a half he has left, and considers the soreness, the swelling.

At first he was just hiding it because he didn’t like the way his weight gain was settling into his skin, adding onto his bones. He didn’t like the way his body has been shaping into something he’s never wanted. He thought, maybe, if Steve saw him like this, he wouldn’t be man enough for him anymore.

Now, the last few days, at least, he hides because he thinks it’ll go away.

He really wants it to go away.

* * *

Eddie comes back from the bathroom just as Steve rolls over and opens his eyes.

“Morning,” Steve says, reaching his hands out, an invitation to come back to bed.

Eddie looks uneasy as he climbs into Steve’s lap and settles over his thighs. He looks like he has something to hide. He got sick again, Steve thinks to himself. Eddie doesn’t like Steve to know how often it happens.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers. He runs his hands up under Eddie’s sweatshirt, feeling the roundness of his stomach, the extra weight. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough, enough for Steve to wonder, to need to ask. “Baby, I think—”

“Don’t,” Eddie says firmly. His eyes are screwed shut and he takes Steve’s wrists in his hands and drags them away. “Don’t say it, Steve.”

“I have to,” Steve whispers. “Eddie, you need to take a test.”

“I can’t.”

“It’s not gonna go away.”

“It could be nothing!”

Eddie climbs out of Steve’s lap, hand resting over his stomach.

“It could be nothing,” Eddie whispers again, hand rubbing lower, gentle up and downs, and then he stops, lip trembling. They both know. That instinct to protect, even if Eddie doesn’t believe there’s anything that needs protection.

“I’m going to the drug store,” Steve tells him. He climbs out of bed to find his clothes, slips into his shoes and finds his wallet sitting on Eddie’s desk. “You can come with, or not, but I’m going, and I’m getting you a fucking pregnancy test, and you’re gonna piss on it, and then if it’s negative, you can say it’s nothing.”

“When it’s negative,” Eddie insists.

“Sure,” Steve says impatiently.

And it’s barely an hour later that they’re sitting on the floor in the bathroom, hands clasped between them and a test sitting on the bathroom counter out of sight.

When enough time has passed, Steve reaches up and takes it into his hand, turning it over to see the result. He holds his breath as he tilts it toward Eddie to see, holds his breath as he hears Eddie suck one in of his own.

Doesn’t stop holding his breath as Eddie pushes himself to his feet and leaves the bathroom.

Steve doesn’t even know what to think. He sits there for a few minutes, waves of shock overtaking him. He feels like he can’t breathe, can’t think.

Positive. It’s fucking positive, which means Eddie’s pregnant, which means—

A baby. Eddie’s having a fucking baby.

And it’s gotta be Steve’s, right? Eddie hasn’t been with anyone else, wouldn’t do that.

Steve pushes himself to his feet, test still in his hand. He’ll have to dispose of it somewhere Wayne won’t see. Eddie needs to tell Wayne himself, it can’t be found out by accident, and Eddie would never forgive Steve if he didn’t take care of this.

The thing is, Steve’s always wanted kids. He’s always wanted them, somewhere down the line. Always figured he could only really have them if he fell in love with a woman who also wanted them. He figured he’d be married already when it happened, figured it would be a planned thing, a joyous occasion, that a positive pregnancy test would mean cheers and kisses, calling parents and friends.

And this is none of that. Nothing about this is how Steve planned, and well — figuring out he’s gay, that kind of took away half of his dreams. He didn’t think it would end up happening at all, but if it ever did, if he stayed with Eddie until their relationship cemented into something stable and long-term, that maybe, when the time was right, they could talk to doctors about their fertility options.

This stick in Steve’s hand, the indication that Eddie is pregnant — it all comes at the opposite of the right time, in a relationship that’s only been going on for a few months, unplanned, no celebration.

Just Eddie getting up and walking out of the bathroom.

Eddie leaves the trailer and gets in his van before Steve can even make it into the living room. He drives off, and Steve doesn’t know where he’s going or what he’s going to do.

He gets in his own car and drives, but Eddie had too much of a head start. After an hour, Steve has to pull over, pregnancy test sitting on his passenger seat, hands shaking so hard he can barely punch the right number into the payphone.

“Can I talk to Wayne Munson?” Steve asks when someone at the plant picks up.

There’s some shuffling, then there’s a few minutes that go by, and Steve can only grip the phone to his ear and focus on his breathing.

“Hello?” Wayne answers, voice gruff.

“Wayne? Hey, it’s — it’s Steve. Look, I, uh,” Steve says, searching for the words. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to ask for help without giving up this secret. “Eddie and I had a fight, and he left, and I don’t know — I don’t know where he is, or if he’s coming back, and I’m just… scared. I’m real scared, Wayne.”

“Slow down, boy,” Wayne says gently. “You check Rick’s? No, I think his house sold, didn’t it? There is a place he goes sometimes when he needs to think. You got a pen? I’ll give you directions.”

Steve runs back to his car and grabs a pen and a napkin out of his glove box. He listens as Wayne tells him where to go, scribbles the directions down on the napkin. He rips the paper a few times, but it’s good enough. It’s good enough.

“If he isn’t there, just wait at home. He’ll turn up,” Wayne says. “He always does eventually.”

excerpt from chapter 6 of “you make me feel like i am whole again” on ao3

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steve/eddie #my fics #stranger things #trans eddie #trans eddie munson #genderqueer steve harrington

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