EDDIE MUNSON
of the hellfire & babysitter's club

" I'm a freak, too.  "

SYNOPSIS: Coming out as trans to your boyfriend Eddie was definitely easier said than done. You were terrified of what he might think, scared of the worse case scenario of him leaving you and seeing you as a freak. But after receiving advice and a gentle push from your best friend, Steve, you realize things might actually be okay after all.

REQUESTED BY : @s-solstice & @ENIXX04

—also, even tho it doesn't pertain to the imagine, i just saw the photo above
and thought wow 😳

TYPE: (trans!reader)
—ftm!reader
—he/him pronouns
—confessions
—sorta like robin & steve's br scene
—but cuter 😌
—best friend steve
—who also has thing for reader 😳
—so, slight stevexreader
—supportive bf eddie 🥲
—sweet ending

WORD COUNT: 3909

here's a cute eddie still,
bc my damn gifs weren't working :p

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"I don't know, I mean, does that make sense to you—Y/N, are you listening to me?"

Steve turned to give you an expecting glance, one hand on the steering wheel as he drove.

You quickly shook away your clouding thoughts, returning your attention to your ranting best friend beside you.

"Yes, yeah, yeah, I'm listening–" You shook your head, fixing your hair in the visor mirror.

"Yeah, what did I just say? What'd I just say–"

"Something about sex! With Linda?"

"No!" Steve shouted, "I'm talking about Heidi!"

"Jesus Christ, chill out! Give me a break, pah-lease!" You exclaimed, hearing Steve huff and mumble to the side of you, rubbing his forehead.

"Your insanely complicated lovelife is starting to get way too hard to keep track of nowadays, Harrington." You retorted, shuffling around your bag for some gum.

"Goddammit, it's seven in the morning, my hair looks like shit, I have a test in O'Donnell's and I have to present this stupid project in Connor's class." You groaned, staring at yourself in the visor mirror.

Steve nodded with sarcastic disbelief, "Oh? Oh-"

"And to top it all off, I look like an actual corpse." You ran your hands down your face, staring in the visor mirror.

"You're worried about O'Donnell's test and a project, that's all?" Steve asked, waving his hand around out the window. "You expect me to believe that?"

"What, you don't?" You scoffed.

"No, I don't." Your best friend shook his head, "We both know what this is about, okay, I'm not buying that bullshit about O'Donnell's class, this is about Eddie."

"Oh god, cut me some slack, Steve, not everything in my life revolves around my boyfriend." You roll your eyes, moving to apply some chapstick to your lips, "It's not a big deal, I'm fine–"

"Yes, it is! It's a big deal, it's important to you!" Steve insisted, knowing you too well for you to get by on that. "And you know what else I think–"

"What, what else do you think–" You huffed, shaking your head.

"I think you gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you're around him, you just gotta—gotta be yourself." Steve's advice sounded an awful lot like your advice you had given him many times, but you just rolled your eyes.

"I mean, have you even told him yet—" He asked, shrugging.

You hung your head to look down at your lap, stressed out of your damn mind.

Steve always knew you more so identified with him than you ever did with any of your female friends, which was why he knew about you wanting to transition.

When you started dating Eddie about a year ago, you were still figuring your shit out. You didn't quite know how to identify yourself yet, or how you'd even begin to explain it to him if you tried, but the thought was always there.

But when you came out (sort of by accident) to Steve a couple weeks ago, it helped you immensely. You knew he always had a feeling, but to say it out loud to someone other than yourself made your feelings feel realized.

It's always a gamble telling people that you're trans, considering the time you lived in. But with Steve, it was easy, and he accepted you.

You could only hope it went that well with Eddie.

"No, I haven't told him...not yet." You sighed, leaning your head against the seat, "I mean, what would he even think of me? What if he stops being–being attracted to me or something?"

Steve shook his head, about to dismiss those negative thoughts, but you continued.

"I mean, shit." You cursed, "For Christ's sake, he-he signed up for a girlfriend, not a boyfriend—"

"Okay-okay, hey, listen." Steve stopped you, scoffing at your words, "As much as I hate to say it, Munson is a good guy. I can tell that dude is like, way into you. He loves you, and I know you know that."

As much as his words warmed your heart at his effort to console you, your self-deprecating thoughts couldn't seem to go away.

"I'm a freak, Steve." You groaned, burying your face in your hands, "An actual freak–"

"Y/N, come on." His voice softened, one hand on the wheel why the other went to nudge your shoulder, "If you think that Eddie will stop loving you for this, or something, then maybe..."'

Steve paused, his mind running a million miles an hour as he filtered through his thoughts.

Through his own feelings.

"Then..." He said again, his voice gentle. "Maybe he's just not the person for you."

"Really?" You asked quietly, peeking sideways at him through your hands at his surprising defense of Eddie.

Steve was thankful that you didn't pick up on his careful choice of words, worried that you might've noticed his subtle references to his own feelings he has for you buried away inside him.

You're his best friend, the one person that can always make him happy all the time. But you're with Eddie, and you're happy with him.

So as long as you were, then he would deal with his feelings quietly, for your sake. He would gladly just be your best friend as long as it meant he could keep you in his life.

"Yeah, really." He smiled softly, eyes glancing from you to the road, "Anyone would be lucky to have you, Y/N/N."

You smiled warmly at his sincerity, his words really helped ease your thoughts. You reached to pat his shoulder, smoothing your hand over his shirt.

"Thanks, Stevie." You grinned weakly, "That means a lot, you doofus."

Steve nodded with a thin smile, his mind elsewhere as he found himself lost in his thoughts as he drove.

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With your signature handshake and hug, Steve dropped you off at Hawkins High–aka, the cause of your demise.

You walked through the busied hallways, books and binders in hand as you approached your locker. You opened it, shoving your hellbooks inside, sorting through to find the notes for your next class.

You were about to grab the book you needed before you felt a pair of familiar arms snake around your waist.

You felt your boyfriend bury his face in the crook of your neck playfully, hearing you giggling from the soft tickles of his wavy hair brushing against your skin.

You turned around in his arms, looking up to be met with the soft brown eyes that belonged to Eddie Munson–clad in an Iron Maiden muscle tank with a leather jacket to match and ripped jeans.

"Hey there, gorgeous," He said, looking down at you with a playful smirk, his ringed hands resting on your waist. "I missed you."

"Hey." You smiled weakly, the sight of him had your head go fuzzy with worried thoughts.

What if, what if, what if.

What if this all goes to shit, and he thinks I'm a goddamn freak—

Eddie furrowed his brow, tilting his head, "You okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah!" You chirped quickly waving him off, "No, it's uh...it's nothing. Just stressed about O'Donnell's test today, I guess."

Your boyfriend didn't seem convinced, still weary of your solemn mood. "Are you sure?"

The bell for class to start rang loudly with an echo, shaking you from your thoughts.

Shit, you weren't ready to tell him yet.

Especially not in the middle of the damn school hallway.

"Yeah!" You insist lightly, turning around to shut your locker while Eddie propped his arm on the locker beside you. "I'll see you next period?"

"Yeah...but hey," Eddie's voice softened, lowering to a gentle whisper just for you, "If there's anything you wanna talk about, you know–"

Shit, shit, shit.

"Okay, great!" You panicked, walking away quickly in the direction of your next class. "Bye babe!"

Eddie stood there, confused with an open mouth from being cut off mid sentence.

"...that I'm here." He finished his thought under his breath.

He watched you turn the corner at the end of the hallway, sighing before he turned to make his way to his own class–his mind wandering and wondering if maybe he said something wrong.

.

By the time your first boring class had ended and it was time for O'Donnell's test, your mind couldn't have been more unfocused.

It was incredibly draining, and your fears of things going terribly when you told Eddie were constantly floating around in your head.

You walked into O'Donnell's class quietly in the flood of students who entered loudly, making your way to your seat.

You see your boyfriend sitting slumped at his seat, playing with a pencil on his desk, legs spread under the cramped desk in an effort to get comfortable.

He looks up to see you coming over to sit next to him, sitting up when you shoot him a small smile.

He smiles back when you sit at the desk next to him, but his grin fades when he sees that same conflicted look in your eyes that you had earlier.

"Hey...sweetheart?" He whispered, leaning closer to you over the aisle, "Is everything alright?"

"What? Yeah. Yeah, don't worry about it." You whisper back, shaking your head, "I'm fine."

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head in return, "Are you sure–"

"Mr. Munson."

Eddie jolted back to sit correctly in his seat, O'Donnell's stern voice scaring him back to the present.

"Eyes up front, please." She said, glaring at the metalhead, "Tests are being passed out, now."

Eddie lifted his ringed fingers to send her a sarcastic salute, nodding his head.

With a fed up sigh, O'Donnell turned her attention from Eddie to the students, passing out the tests.

Eddie turned to catch a glance of you, staring down at your pencil with what he knew was your 'deep in thought' face.

You kept saying you were feeling fine, but he knew you weren't.

He could tell something was wrong, and that something had to be bothering you. He hated not knowing what was wrong, wishing he could help you—wishing he could fix whatever was gnawing at you.

He feared that perhaps it was him, maybe you didn't want him anymore.

Maybe you had found someone else. Maybe your relationship was in jeopardy.

Whatever it was, he wanted to help.

~

The piercing bell rang loud, signaling the time for lunch was finally here. Everyone was dismissed, rushing to file out of the dreaded classroom with post-test urgency.

You made your way across the classroom, walking out the door as Eddie came up from behind you. He reached to hold your arm gently, stopping you both to stand in the hallway.

"Hey, baby, uh..." He said in a low voice, leaning down, "You wanna ditch?"

You chuckled weakly at that, Eddie's face brightening at the sight of your smile.

"I do, believe me, I really do." You admitted with a shrug, "But I have that project to present in Connor's class later. I can't afford to blow that off."

"Shit." Eddie tisked, "Right." He hummed in thought, reaching his fist to bite at his knuckles.

"Wanna skip lunch then?" He offered, lifting his hands up, "Meet at our bench spot?"

You thought for a minute. Maybe all you needed was that, some time away from the busy bustling of school to help sort your thoughts.

"Yeah...okay." You nod.

Eddie let out a sigh of relief, looking up before he looked back down at you. "Okay, great. Meet me out there in like, ten minutes. 'Kay?"

You nod with a thin smile, watching as Eddie leaned forward to place a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving.

You stood there, letting out a puffed sigh as you found the worried thoughts returning. You really hoped things wouldn't go to shit for this.

~

After ten minutes, you left the cafeteria to instead walk across the backfield of the school to make your way to the wooded area you visited many times.

You found the usual bench in the clearing, seeing Eddie sitting there with a few twigs in hand as he distracted himself.

He looked up at the sound of leaves crunching underneath your shoes, meeting your anxious eyes.

"Hey." He smiled, gesturing his hand to the other side of the bench as if to offer the seat.

"Hi." You sighed, making your way over to the opposite side of the bench to sit down. "So, why'd you want to come out here today? Do you have a buyer–"

"What? Oh, no, no one today." He waved it off with a scrunch of his brows. "It's just us. Is that okay?"

"Yeah." You nodded, content in the serenity of it just being you two out here.

"Okay good, because I uh...really wanted to talk to you." He leaned his forearms on the table, fidgeting with his rings, " To-to ask you if you're okay because you've been acting off all day—"

You could see where this was going, and your fight or flight response was yelling at you to fly away from this situation.

You were terrified of this conversation that Eddie was trying to start, scared of how it would end if you told him what was really bothering you.

"Eddie, I'm fine," You tried to dismiss it, "Can we drop it, please?"

"Come on, babe, don't bullshit me." He retorted, shaking his head, "I just want to make sure that you're okay, that-that we're okay–"

"I'm okay, alright?" You snapped, your bottled emotions finally bubbling over, "Just leave it alone for god's sake, please—"

Eddie scoffed at that, mouth hung open in sarcastic disbelief.

He wasn't angry, but he was more than confused at your behavior. Where was all this coming from?

"Look, I'm sorry if it's so shitty of me to want to check on my girlfriend when something's obviously bothering her, and that I want to make sure she's okay." He mocked, "That we're okay."

The word 'girlfriend' rang in your head like a bell, reverberating through your entire mind like a reminder.

You were getting angry and defensive at him, as if any of this were his fault. He simply just didn't know, and he was trying his hardest to understand you.

It frustrated you for waiting this long to tell Eddie.

And you hoped to God that if you did right now, that you two would be okay by the end of lunch.

You buried your face in your hands, realizing how defensive you got. "Shit...I'm sorry, I–"

"I didn't mean to be so bitchy." You groaned, rubbing your hands down your face.

Eddie's heart ached at the sight in front of him, hearing the shaky tone of your voice that usually indicated that you were on the verge of crying.

"Sweetheart, just...just tell me what's going on please." He soothed, "I just–I'm trying to help you out here–"

You look up at him from your hands, tears glossing over them. "But...but what if when I tell you, you won't want to be with me anymore?"

Eddie faltered at that, his face falling at the suggestion. "What? Why wouldn't I want to–"

"Because you'll think I'm a freak, and you'll leave and shit, I wouldn't even blame you–"

Your frantic and panicked rambles had Eddie up and out of his seat, making his way hurriedly around to your side of the table.

He sits next to you, a leg on either side of the bench to face you completely. He reached for your shoulders to turn you towards him—hooking a finger to tilt your chin up to look at him.

"What are you talking about–"

"I just..." You stuttered, your breathing suddenly very heavy. "I don't want to lose you."

You never expected this situation to feel this heavy on you.

You knew who you were, and had finally accepted yourself for who you were and wanted to be.

But you also loved Eddie, and you weren't sure if you'd ever be able to truly recover from losing him if he didn't accept you.

"Lose me? Why would I ever leave you?" Eddie asked, his voice soft and patient as he held your hands in his between you.

"I mean, shit, you know that I love you, baby." Eddie exclaimed gently, "You're my girl, and I love you–"

"There! That's the thing!" You blurted at his use of 'girlfriend.'

Eddie had a confused look on his face, and you panicked. But you knew you owed it to him to at least try to explain.

You took a slow breath, remembering Steve's advice from earlier.

Shit. There was no going back, now. And you wanted to tell Eddie more than anything.

"You wouldn't have..." You started, your heart beating nervously through your chest, "You wouldn't exactly have a...a girlfriend, anymore."

You were nervous out of your damn mind, the words slipping from your mouth before you could stop them.

You had no idea how to word what you were trying to say, and it frustrated you that you were now making Eddie nervous.

His face fell, lips slightly quivering. "What? Are you...are you saying you want to break up?"

"No, no! No, I..." You sighed, shifting to face Eddie entirely.

You looked at his eyes, finding a place of comfort in them—their gentleness encouraging you to continue.

"What I'm saying—what I've been trying to say, is..." You took a calculated breath.

"I want to be your...boyfriend, instead."

You clenched your eyes shut, the words finally out and in the open between you and the person you've been wanting to tell the most.

You winced at the silence, the heaviness of your sentence hung in the air, and you were beginning to wish you could take it back.

But you knew this was something you've been wanting to do, and needed to say.

"But, you're a girl..." Eddie noted, a bit confused.

You opened your eyes to meet his concerned gaze, giving him a weak smile.

"Eddie..."

"Yeah...?"

You only gave Eddie a knowing look, glancing down at yourself as if to say, 'Surprise, not anymore!'

"Oh." Your boyfriend's face immediately softened, realization washing over him. "Shit."

"Yeah." You scoffed, looking up at the sky with a huffing sigh. "Shit."

There was a small silence hanging between you two for a minute, the sounds of the birds in the trees around you providing a small comfort.

But your quick moment of silence was interrupted by the feeling of a pair of eyes staring at you.

You opened your eyes, looking down from the sky to meet Eddie's gaze.

He was just sitting there, his elbow leaning against his knee to prop his chin up on his fist–his eyes soft as he stared at you with gentle eyes.

As if he were admiring you.

"...What?" You asked, a bit more conscious of the moment now.

"You." He said simply, a grin curling at his lips.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What about me?"

Eddie's grin curled into one of his signature smirks that had your heart fluttering.

"I have a boyfriend." He gushed, biting his bottom lip with a blush.

You felt an instant wave of relief wash over you—your heart fluttering at his use of the word you've been wanting to be called for so long.

"You don't...you're not—" You stuttered eagerly, "You don't mind?"

Eddie shrugged at that, "Why would I?"

"I-I just mean it's not what you signed up for, you know–" You chuckled nervously, trying to make sure he knew what this meant.

But Eddie didn't even look fazed.

He stared at you with sincere eyes, looking down to reach to hold your hands in his.

"Look." He started, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. "I didn't want to be with you just because you looked like a girl or some shit. I wanted you. I fell for you as a person, for who you are."

You bit your inner lip, listening to him intently.

"I fell for you because of all those late night study sessions you helped me with to cram for O'Donnell's damn tests. Because of all my band gigs you always showed up to. Because of all the D&D campaigns you stayed up to help me with, even though you weren't sure how it even worked." He chuckled, shaking his head.

You laughed at that, sniffling back the tears you had found glossing over your eyes. This was all you could have ever wanted to hear, and you were grateful for Eddie lightening your mood.

"I'm just..." Eddie continued, clicking his tongue as he looked down. "I just hope that I didn't ever make you–make you feel like you couldn't tell me—"

You realized that he thought it was his fault that you felt you couldn't tell him sooner, and your heart melted at his empathy.

"No, Eddie, it wasn't that I—" You searched for the right words, shaking your head, "I was just nervous, I got in my own damn head about it."

Eddie seemed to relax a little at that, relieved.

"B-Because you know that I'm like, way into you, right? You know that I love you?" Eddie clarified with a soft smile, "You're my person."

You felt butterflies in your stomach at his continued understanding. You felt so lucky to have him, grateful for his sweet reaction.

"Eddie I–" You chuckled weakly, tearing up slightly, "God, I love you."

He smiled widely, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips–pouring all his love for you onto your lips, melting away any worries or doubts you had before.

"Sorry to say, but you're stuck with me, baby." He joked against your lips, earning a giggle from you.

It was clearer now more than ever, that Eddie loved you for you. And nothing would change that.

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—Author's Note:

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