(Writers note: Hi! I should note that all noted headcanons will be at the bottom of the part where they were mentioned! :])
As I got back down to the living room I was surprised to see Eddie without his shirt on. He was playing air guitar with his back facing me so he hadn't noticed that I walked downstairs. He had tattoos on his shoulder blade as well as a bit up the back of his neck.
I fake coughed into my hand to get his attention. He turned around a bit shocked but then as he caught me staring at his abs he gave me a grin.
"Hey eyes up here," he said and walked closer to me.I looked a bit further up his body and noticed two scars on the bottom of his chest. They were rounded outwards and kind of pink almost purple, separated from each other in the middle and ended where his chest met his upper arm.
"Y-Yeah," I stuttered, getting a bit worried. "Where would he have gotten those scars from?" I thought.I stuttered a bit as I was looking into Eddie's eyes. He tilted his head slightly to the right as he furrowed his brows, arms hanging at his sides, slightly rubbing his fingers on his right hand together.
I quickly looked down at his scars again and then returned to his dark brown, almost black eyes. I got kind of afraid to ask what the scars were. I swallowed.
"Wh- uh where did you- how did you get the uh-" I stuttered. Eddie looked down at his chest and then smiled, gracing the scars with his finger.
"Oh, my scars! Well, it's a long story. Once when I was in the woods, a bear attacked me." I looked at him shocked."What?! When? How did you get away!?!" Eddie burst out laughing, holding his stomach and almost falling over.
"Oh my god you actually fell for it!" he shouted continuously clapping his hands and laughing loudly.I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and pointer finger with embarrassment. "How did I actually believe that?" Eddie was still cackling with laughter.
"Nah, dude. Eh yeah, they're surgery scars." I raised my eyebrows, I did get a bit nervous for him but pushed out a vague smile."Woah. What kind of surgery?" I asked and leaned the Talking Heads vinyl against one of the living room tables legs. Eddie looked a bit nervous about answering that question he started playing with his rings and darted his eyes between me and the sink behind me. "I should say something." I thought.
"Hey, I don't judge. You don't have to tell me but just know that, yeah" I said to somewhat reassure Eddie. I punched him slightly in the shoulder and gave him a kind smile, only so that I could make him feel more confident and comfortable.
"You promise?" Eddie said, now gazing into my eyes. I nodded. "How weird or bad could it be?"
"So basically I haven't always been like this," Eddie started. "I wasn't born like this. I..." he crossed his arms and looked away, sighing."It's ok, dude," I said. I was on my way to put my hand on his shoulder but pulled back before we made contact. Eddie giggled nervously.
"It's just, I haven't told anyone about this... at least someone outside of my family." He took a long pause to think over his words.Suddenly he turned around, his back facing me again.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"It's easier for me to tell you if I don't have to look at you," Eddie explained. I had never thought of that, though I knew for sure that eye contact was the most nerve-wracking part about confrontation. Eddie slowly turned his head back, looking at me over his shoulder.
"Hey you turn around too, it's creepy if you stare into the back of my head," he then said, a bit aggressive but still jokingly.
"Oh uh of course," I stuttered. I complied with Eddies' wish. I turned around. He took a step back so that our backs were pressed against each other. I blushed. "Why did I blush? This is... normal?""So basically I was born a... a girl. I don't know if you know what it's called, it's called trans or transsexual." Eddie was deeply sighing in between words. "I felt such disgust with myself, knowing that everyone saw me as a girl. It was like I was trapped in a cage. It was a nightmare and sometimes it still is. I knew I was a boy and nothing but. So the scars are from the surgery I did to remove... my tits." He giggled silently to himself.
I didn't know how to respond, I never knew that was a thing that people could feel. Luckily I didn't have to come up with an answer cause Eddie continued.
"Just like you know you are I know who I am. It's a rocky road but I've been out now for about 6 years and been on hormones for about 3.""Out?" I asked.
"Like out of the closet. Telling everyone who I was. Not hiding anymore. It was hard to live like that. I hope that you won't see me differently now because I've told you my shameful secret." I heard how Eddies' voice suddenly started to shake and how his head fell forwards. I looked back and saw how hard he was holding his arms. I turned him around, hands on his shoulders.He looked up at me and our eyes met. Tears were slowly streaming down his eyes. "What do I do? I don't know how to comfort him." I then decided to pull him into a tight embrace. Eddies arms were stuck upward, startled by my quickness. Suddenly his arms tenseness started losing and squeezed me back.
"Thank you for telling me. I don't know much about it but I will be here to learn and listen to you. And it's not shameful." I was about to release him but he pulled me in closer and squeezed me harder.
"Thank you for listening to me," he said.(Writers note: Also I should say, I'm trans myself (I use he/they) and I hate the term transsexual cause it is very outdated, but I found out through a google search that the term was switched to transgender in the 90s and this plays out in '85)
Head canons; Eddies' being trans-FTM
End of part 2 :]
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Fiksi PenggemarThis is my first ever fanfic so please be kind. :] This also contains a lot of headcanons, for example, Eddie being trans and gay and Steve being bi. These are just my headcanons which you don't need to agree with.