Multifandom Oneshots

euphoria ~ coming out ~ jules/elliot

A/N : A oneshot for FTM!Elliot since there really isn't any fanfic for that

"How did you know I was binding?"

Elliot supposed it was only a matter of time before someone began to piece the puzzle together, of who he was and who he used to be. Especially with another trans kid at the school- Honestly, he was surprised she didn't clock him immediately. Or if she did, she didn't say anything about it. Though, he supposed it made sense. They were both decidedly not cis, sure, but they were on different sides of that coin. He wasn't sure if he would've been able to tell with her if it weren't for the fact she was so open about it. He almost envied her in that way, the way she was unafraid of people knowing. No one even seemed to care... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if other people knew about him.

"Well..." he took a deep breath, turning over in the bed to look at her. "I saw the outline of it under your shirt" he started, and it wasn't a lie. That was how he had figured it out. It had confused him at first because he didn't think trans girls would ever have a reason to bind. It kinda did the opposite of what they would want, right? But, it was unmistakable. Jules nodded, not pressing him any further but staying silent to allow him to say anything else if he wanted to. He appreciated that about her, how she was more thoughtful about small things like that. He could be honest with her (well, about this at least). "And I'm trans"

Jules smiled at that. "I thought so, but I didn't want to assume or say anything" she told him, causing him to chuckle slightly. "Shit, am I that obvious?" he asked her, but his tone was relaxed. It's not like he was completely terrified for people to know or anything, he just didn't want to tell people unless they specifically asked him. It was his life, and no one was entitled to know everything about it, even Rue or Jules. The blonde chuckled slightly before responding with a firm "No", which made him smile. "I just noticed because well... The same reason you were able to figure out I was wearing a binder" she continued. "There's just a few things that I noticed- Mostly some of the shit you say, and how you gravitated towards me and Rue"

"Yeah, well" Elliot smiled. "Trans kids find each other, I guess... And also I'm not 100% convinced that Rue is cis" he added. Jules just nodded in response. She didn't want to speculate on Rue's gender or anything, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't agree with him. She filed it away as something to talk to her about at a different time. "I'm glad I told you, though" the boy finally added with a small smile. "It would've bothered me if I never told you, or if you found out because the three of us got drunk and fucked or something"

"I'm glad you told me too" Jules replied before leaning over and giving him a small kiss. He wasn't sure what to make of it whenever she kissed him, but he never made any move to stop it. Maybe it was just a friend thing, maybe it was more. He'd kissed Rue in front of her, and he'd done the same with Jules in front of Rue. It wasn't like they were really hiding anything, for the most part... Right?

"Wait, but why were you binding in the first place, Jules?" he asked her. Since his secret was out anyways, he had no qualms about asking her now. "It's about rejecting the sort of toxic femininity that took over my life for so long" the blonde replied after a moment of thinking. "That, and I was also just curious to see what that would feel like to wear" she continued, Elliot listening intently. "I had this friend back at my old school who would complain about it a lot because they were kind of unsafe with it, but I could also tell that they liked wearing it for- Well, obviously to help with their dysphoria but I think it was also the routine of it"

"And how did you feel when you decided to wear one?" Elliot asked her. Jules seemed to think that over for another moment before answering. "I think... It depends on the day" she told him, and he got that. Hell, there were some days where even he didn't feel the need to bind. He still would, because when he thought about people staring at him and knowing immediately made him a bit afraid, but sometimes he just wasn't dysphoric enough to need it. He supposed it would be sort of the opposite thing for her. If she wasn't dysphoric, she'd wear it and she wouldn't when she was. "Word" he told her, causing her to chuckle slightly.

"Yeah" she replied. "'Word'"