Steddie One Shots

Eddie, My Boy • Trans FTM Eddie

Requested by this absolutely chaotic goose  TransEddiesLeftTit  OWO

TW: Major dysphoria, Angst, T-Slur, drug use, overdose, Meltdowns

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Eddie Munson owned many names. "Dungeon Master", "Dm", or "Kas" as his friends called him between the hours of 5 and anywhere up until 2 am sometimes. "Kid", or "kiddo", lovingly given to him by his uncle Wayne since the first day Eddie was put on the man's doorstep. The notorious name everyone in town knew him by, which was "freak", or "leader of hellfire" by the news team. And he wore each name given to him with pride.
Some of his favorite names were the ones Stevie gave him. "Baby", "love", fuck one time he called him "Ozzy" for shits and giggles and he just about died.

But his absolute favorite name, was the name he gave himself. Which was of course, Eddie Munson.
He'd never forget that day.

He was sitting on his bedroom floor, all gross and wet with tears and snot. He did his best to wipe away the ickiness, only for more tears to spill out of him. He was shaking, sobbing, even screaming into the pillow he kept tightly snug in his grip. He kicked at nothing, the floor, his back pack, anything in his way. He just wanted all of this to go away. He wanted to fade into a black fucking hole never to return, never to think or feel ever again. Because thoughts and feelings lead to things painful. Things that made you hate your reflection, hate yourself, hate others even, because they could never understand.
And now, here he was, having a melt down when he should have been having the best date ever with the best boy in the world. A boy he would lose if he ever found out what truly went on in Eddie's head.

Naturally, when Eddie didn't show up for their date, Steve grew worried. His concerns worsened as time went on. 10 minutes late. 20 minutes late. 30 minutes late. By then he had broke skin from how much he was chewing down on his knuckles in worry. He finally gave in and left the movie theater to find his baby.

He pulled into the driveway of Eddie's trailer to see that most of the lights were on. Eddie's motorcycle was there too. A promising sign. At least now he knew his date wasn't in a ditch somewhere. He swore that god forsaken motorcycle was going to kill him with a heart attack before it could kill the other.

"Babe?" Steve announced after knocking on the front door. No one came to the door. But when he listened closely, he could hear...crying? No, worse than crying. His baby was extremely upset. He swung the door open and practically flew inside, ready to either kill someone or offer immediate comfort. "Baby?" Steve said running to Eddie's bedroom. His heart shattered as soon as he saw the Metallica lover in shambles, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh my god, babe!" Steve dropped to his knees in front of him and placed his hands on Eddie's arms. "What's wrong? Did something happen?!"

"Shit, Steve" Eddie cried out. "You didn't-" a shaky sob interrupted him. "You didn't have to come here".

"Of course I did" Steve said pulling him into his arms. He rubbed his back soothingly. "I'm glad I did. It's obvious you need someone right now".

Eddie shook his head. "I don't...I don't need anyone..." he whispered. "I don't want to be here, Steve".

Steve frowned and pulled away just enough to look into the eyes of his one and only true love. The very one who he'd walk to the ends of the earth if he had to. The one who made him laugh like no one else, or smile until his cheeks hurt, the one who made life that much more meaningful. He used his fingers to brush Eddie's hair out of his face. "Where is this coming from babe?" He asked softly. Because never in a million years did he think this chaotic, rambunctious, loud, fun loving bean could even think of something like this.