#nonbinary!reader

[meiyokbf]

headcannon | megan x transmasc!reader

author’s note: so so so excited to finally be writing for the katz! lemme know what you guys think of this, and please excuse my poor grammar, lol.

warnings: pre transition!reader at the beginning, transmasc!reader, obvi. it kinda goes for both non-binary readers and transmen, too. hrt therapy & top surgery mentioned. nsfw at the end, MDNI.

🏷️: katseye x reader, megan x reader, katseye smut, katseye, megan skiendiel, transmasc reader.

megan had absolutely NO CLUE that you were having these kinds of thoughts about your gender identity.

which is why she got a little bit surprised when you came out to her as transmasc.

poor girl couldn’t get the clues. 😭

but needless to say she was the most supportive girlfriend ever since the very first day.

“look at me, my love…” she held your hands while you looked at her, a couple of tears streaming down your face as you let yourself feel vulnerable in front of her. “tell me your name, hm?”

“(y/n)…” she smiled like a child when she heard it for the first time, kissing your cheek right on top of one of the tears.

“your name is so beautiful, baby.”

you KNOW that she would act like the proudest girlfriend ever.

even though she knew little to nothing about transitioning.

but even though she struggled to understand a few things at first, she never deadnamed you; or used the incorrect pronouns with you.

and god helped the poor soul who did it in front of her.

megan driving you to your first hrt consult!!!!

and of course, getting a speed ticket because of how fast she wanted to get there.

megan writing the day down so she can remember the first day you got your very first t-shot.

and girlie would 100% make you do the “hi my name is (y/n) and i’m one day on testosterone” trend.

megan would absolutely be thrilled when you told her you wanted to tell the katz.

pookie would have to hold her tongue because she was so excited about it that she wanted to share with her sisters asap!!!

and obviously she held your hand tight when you told the girls, even though you knew it’d be alright.

“guys i have a BOYFRIEND NOW!!”

she LOVES LOVES LOVES calling you “my boy” by the way.

unironically changed your contract to “my favorite guy in the world.”

was THRILLED when the T changes started to show.

and pookie would be like “baby look at your BEARD.”

would definitely learn how to help you when you were feeling extra dysphoric.

and would put an alarm on her phone every time you wore a binder to remind both of you that you shouldn’t wear it for more than 6 hours.

obviously would take you to the courthouse to finally kill off your dead name.

and i just KNOW girlie would throw a death-themed party afterwards with a tombstone cake.

megan would take you (and all of the katz) to the trans pride parade in los angeles.

she wouldn’t care if fans noticed her and asked her for pictures, she just wanted to be with you.

and she wanted you to know that she loved you no matter what.

pookie would remind you every day that she was proud of you for doing this. 🥺

megan would leave post-its (exclusively with the colors of your flag) on your kitchen before going to practice.

“don’t forget to eat lunch today, sweet boy!”

“have a nice day, my prince!”

but every now and then she would write the most awful jokes.

“do you speak english or do i need to TRANS-late?”

getting so so so so excited when you finally got cleared for top surgery!!!

almost DEMANDING hybe to give her some weeks off so she could take care of you 24/7.

which, obviously, she did.

girlie wouldn’t let you do ANYTHING when you were post-op.

“megan you don’t have to come to the bathroom with me…”

“but what if you need help to take a shit”

once you got the bandages and the drains off, and you finally got to see your new chest, megan cried more than you did.

and she obviously took 300 pictures so she could look at your chest whenever she wanted.

once you got comfortable with it, she showed them to the katz too.

“it must suck that i have the hottest boyfriend ever and you guys don’t.”

overall she would be the sweetest person in the world ugh.

now here’s where it gets funny.

megan was SO scared to have sex with you at first.

not because she didn’t know what to do, because she surely did.

but she was terrified of crossing a boundary with you or doing something that triggered your dysphoria.

so you guys had a long, long conversation about this before she could actually relax and feel a little less anxious about fucking you.

babes, let’s face it. that girl is a bottom.

even when she tops, she subs.

she just wants to make you feel good all of the time.

megan would absolutely take advantage of the fact that you had significant bottom growth.

and girlie would put her legs on your lap while you were talking to the katz or doing something that required your attention, just so she could rub her legs on your dick as hard as she could.

would absolutely make you buy the biggest packer available too.

“you know how well i can take you, baby.”

is a sucker for missionary.

it’s when she can feel you the most.

and pookie LOVES dirty talking, too.

with a tiny bit of a daddy kink.

“fuck, daddy… your dick is filling me up so nice, ugh…”

and obviously *cough cough* breeding kink *cough*.

everything that was slightly gender-affirming to you turned the shit out of her.

she wanted you to know that right now, she needed her man to fuck the life out of her.

and also. blowjobs. all. the. time.

she would DIE whenever you came in her mouth.

the feeling of having your t-dick pulsing between her lips made her feel insane.

and every time you’d put her hair up in a ponytail she would melt.

obviously would top you the only way she knows how.

would have her way with you while looking the puppiest she’s ever looked.

“is this good enough, my boy?” “am i being good?”

she wants you to know you’re in charge here.

and she just wants to be good for you.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

WHAT THE READERS WEAR TO BED

Wb!reader is a big nerd and would definitely have superhero pajamas (burned all the Batman-themed clothes and pajamas).

Archer!reader is more laid-back and comfortable; also, everything in their room is blue, so it must match the theme.

Voodoo!reader nightgowns and moo-moos to bed. Bruce buys all cute and fancy ones with ruffles; he thinks you look adorable in them, like a little doll.

male!reader mostly wears nothing but his boxers to bed, but he was gifted a pair of pajamas by his mother (she thought it was a cute teddy bear pattern). He will still wear them to sleep.

Green Lantern!reader is a sporty girl, so she would wear her jersey to bed or long basketball shorts. But even tomboys like to feel cute and comfy.

[a-small-safe-place]

His Haven

Homelander x Psychiatrist!Reader Pt. 1?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When Homelander first met you, he just came in because Madelyn cooked up some scheme with Edgar to 'prove' that the members of The Seven were sound of mind and could pass a psychiatric evaluation similar to the one used in the army. Of course, you had been paid a lot of money to do the evaluations and even more money to ensure that these heroes passed no matter what they said. You were a respected psychiatrist in your field; that’s why Madelyn wanted you specifically.

Homelander went to his appointment, planning on leaving until you said something that caught his attention. You said, 'I am here for you. I took this job because you all spend your days helping and saving people, but at the end of the day, who helps and saves you? Obviously, I couldn’t physically save you, but I can be a place for you to talk if you need it. Nothing you say will leave this room.' Boy, did that stroke his ego in all the right ways. He decided to stay. Something about you was comforting, and he wanted to talk, so he started small with the obvious stuff. He led the conversation by making off-handed remarks about being better than everyone and having to be perfect for Vought. It was clear you didn’t understand his pain, but you were listening to him. You were actually listening to him and responding.

You weren’t like Madelyn, who seemed to argue with every other thing he said; you didn’t respond with dismissive and uncaring responses like Queen Maeve, and you could actually keep up with the conversation, unlike The Deep.

Homelander surprised you and himself when he began attending regular scheduled sessions. You usually led the discussion by asking various questions. Some questions he would lie about, not feeling totally safe to dive into certain topics, or he would just dodge the question and change the subject. Homelander knew you noticed this because anytime he did either of those things, your body language would change, and you would write something down in your little notebook. That notebook had made Homelander incredibly nervous until he found out you were not in there calling him a useless pussy. You were just simply writing topics you two had discussed and what topics made him uncomfortable.

You seemed to actually care about Homelander’s feelings, even the bad ones. Stan Edgar put Homelander in his place, and Homelander looked down avoiding Edgar’s pointed gaze like a child being scolded by their father. Homelander needed some reassurance, but he would never admit that willingly. Homelander felt weak and stupid for needing someone, but you didn’t seem to mind even when he was ranting and raving, so he went to you. You had been his haven. The one person he could confide in and actually be himself.

He arrived at your office in the morning while you happened to be filling out some paperwork. He knew you didn’t have any appointments today because this had been previously the day Vought scheduled for the evaluations of the heroes. Homelander spent the whole day pestering you. 'What are we doing now?' He asked, not entirely oblivious to your mild frustration. 'Still just filling out paperwork,' you replied. He rolled his eyes. 'God, your life is so boring. Go to work, talk to the crazies, fill out paperwork and go home, and you do that all alone? I forgot how boring normal people can be.'

You laughed before telling him, 'no one is keeping you here.' Homelander’s jaw tightened. This pissed him off. You’re not supposed to say that. You’re supposed to offer to do something more fun. You seemed to notice that 1,000-yard stare he has as he retreats into his own mind. 'Look, I just mean that I have to finish work. I know it’s probably boring you to death just sitting here; you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,' you told him, which seemed to make him feel a bit better, but he’s not entirely out of his head. 'It’s fine, we can just talk while you work,' he tells you with a feigned smile.

Homelander begins to perk up while you finish your paperwork and finally asks you the million-dollar question, 'What are we doing when we get home?'

'I am going home to cook up some dinner and watch some television,' you told him, trying to hint that you were wanting to be alone. Homelander was undeterred. 'What are we eating? I could use a home-cooked meal. We could watch one of my movies. I’ve been told I’m a great actor.' Homelander needs you to agree and compliment him. He desperately wants you to tell him he does a good job, even if you’re just talking about acting. 'Yeah? Your movies are pretty famous,' you say, accepting your fate that he isn’t leaving you alone tonight.

The night is spent with him at your house. Homelander wastes no time making himself at home and pilfering through your things. He feels comfortable being so ensnared in your scent. He becomes more comfortable as the night carries on. You fix his plate and drink for dinner, and the two of you share a dinner that he perceives as romantic. Your food isn’t as good as the private chefs at Vought, but Homelander loves it because he got to see the love you put into making it just for him.

You two clean up together. It’s really you cleaning, and Homelander helps by talking about which movie of his you should watch tonight. Finally, you try to retire to your room, but he follows. 'I thought we were gonna watch a movie… it doesn’t have to be one of mine,' Homelander tries not to sound too desperate, and he hated to say that last bit.

'I had planned on watching something in my room, but you can come lay with me if you want,' you tell him reluctantly. Homelander is excited but tries to keep that hidden. You two lay down and begin watching one of his movies. By the end, Homelander is 'asleep.' He knows you can’t tell the difference in him and ignores you when you gently shake him trying to wake him. He’s not the biggest fan of sleeping in strange beds, but for you, he can make an exception. Next time, he wants you in his bed though.

[willsimpforanyone]

Hya!!I was wondering if you could do a poly!solangelo x child of posioden!reader smut. Like a bit of a friendly/cute tease of how Nico keeps falling for posioden kids. I hope your having or had a good day! Also your work is like the meaning of a MASTERPEICE!!!!!!!! Thank you😁

thank u for being so patient and so sweet about my work! <3

all characters are over 18, they have an apartment or something together etc. also i made the reader amab!nonbinary because i don't have enough representation of enby sex with a dick

Even I could feel the heat from Nico's gaze as I blowdried my hair, ruffling the strands between my fingers. I smirked to myself, making eye contact with Will as he brushed his teeth.

"Do you think he thinks he looks brooding?" I stage-whispered, feigning secrecy between myself and the taller of my partners. Will snorted, and immediately sputtered toothpaste over the sink.

"It went up my nose!"

I cackled, throwing my head back and turning off the hairdryer to set it down on the bathroom counter. Nico's voice growled (read: whined) from the open door of the bedroom- "That's karma for laughing at their stupid comment."

"Aw, the edgy bastard can't handle being called an edgy bastard?" I teased, coming to lean against the doorframe as Nico stayed propped up on his elbows, laid on the bed.

He stuck up a middle finger and I blew him a kiss.

"Be nice to the edgy bastard," Will cooed, coming to wrap his arms around me from behind and hooked his chin over my shoulder. His minty breath brushed cool over my cheek. "You know how he gets about Poseidon's kids."

The other middle fingers came up as Nico flopped to lie flat on his back to swear at both of us. "I am not- I don't get like anything, fuck the both of you."

"Is that on the table?" I grinned, leaning back into Will and feeling his hands drag from my waist to my hips. Nico emitted an indignant, affronted noise that mellowed out into something approximating curiosity. Interesting. "Answer me, baby, do you wanna fuck both of us? Or... do you want both of us to fuck you?"

Will's hum vibrated through my ribcage and he nosed at my cheek. "Maybe he wants to see you all powerful and shit, I think. Powerful the way that P-"

The speed at which a pillow thumped into the both of us was honestly impressive, and I shrieked a laugh as it smacked into my (and therefore Will's) face. Nico was now sat up, arms crossed and a disgusted expression on his face. "Don't even, do not bring that name into our sex life, that boy was a mistake I wish never to repeat."

"Hey," I pouted playfully, picking up the pillow and throwing it back. "That's my half-brother, y'know."

Nico threw his hands up in the air and flopped down onto the bed. "Why, why must you remind me of that, do you hate me? I won't let either of you fuck me if you remind me that I'm dating the half-sibling of the first guy I had a crush on when I was 14 when I am now 24 and a whole ass adult who would like to not talk about dumb 14 year old love."

"Hey!" Will protested, waddling with me over to the bed and dragging me down onto it with him. "I have no relation to He Who Shall Not Be A Part Of Our Sex Life."

I had to agree that he deserved the second pillow to the face that Nico served him, and I wiggled out of Will's grip to go crawl over to the son of Hades. "Won't mention it again, Neeks, promise, I'm sorry."

The pout I recieved was adorable and I was utterly powerless to resist kissing it. I was rewarded with a shy smile and hands coming to rest on my shoulders. "Thank you, baby, I appreciate that."

I nodded, kissing him once again. "Now, seriously, do you wanna fuck? 'Cause you were definitely eye-fucking me in the bathroom and I wanna know if you're up for more."

Nico hummed, nodding his head and bumping his nose with mine. "Mhm, yes, I do, I would like to be fucked because I'm warm and still kinda sleepy and frankly being between the sea and the sun sounds incredibly appealing."

The soft whine came from Will, who squirmed over to bury his face in Nico's hair. "I love you so much and you're quite romantic really and I wanna hold you while you get fucked because I don't want to, like, do that bit right now. That okay?"

"More than okay," Nico replied softly, a hand leaving my shoulder to scratch gently at Will's golden halo of hair, freshly washed and smelling of roses and honey. I hummed an agreement, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"You can hold him together while I take him apart, hm?"

I felt the shiver of Nico's body and by Will's hidden smirk, I could tell he did too. Hefting himself up, Will crawled over to the headboard, making grabby hands at his boyfriend. "Come here, you." He recieved a pout, Nico's head tilted back to look at him and exposing his pale olive-toned skin to me quite nicely. Will rolled his eyes fondly and reached out to heave Nico up into his arms. "24 year old adult my ass, demanding to be carried everywhere."

I shrugged, grinning and crawling over to curl my fingers over the waistband of Nico's worn sweatpants that are only acceptable to wear to sleep. "He can be a pillow prince if he wants- what are you gonna do, say no?"

"...no, I'm going to indulge him every time because life was mean so I won't be," Will mumbled, face smushed into Nico's hair, voice dripping with affection.

Nico shifted uncomfortably, the skin of his cheek caught in between his teeth. "You don't have you, y'know? I'm not- if you don't want to, I'm not gonna make you." He looked at me, nerves spiking with worry that he's somehow forced us into this.

"Neeks, we want to do this," I reassured him gently, pulling at the elastic of his sweatpants and murmuring the words into the soft skin of his lower stomach. "Will just wanted to hold you, and you were totally okay with that, right?" He nodded. "And I know that if I didn't want to do this, I could say so and we'd do something else, right?" Another nod, then a blink and a visible steeling of his nerves and a softening of his body.

"Yeah, of course, anything, anything you'd want," Nico whispered, fingers tangling with Will's as they both watched me ease Nico out of his sweatpants and gently pull his thighs apart.

I brushed a kiss over the inside of his thigh, laying down on my stomach. "Right now, I wanna make my boyfriend feel good while our other boyfriend looks after him, does that sound good?"

"Colour, baby?" Will murmured into his ear, reminding him of the traffic light system- green is good, yellow is slow down to a stop and talk, red is stop immediately and transition into aftercare.

"Green, green, I'm good," Nico breathed, eyes locked onto me as I pressed my lips up his thighs. I blew softly over his dick and he inhaled sharply, the same moment he twitched under my attention.

The first swipe of my tongue had his stomach muscles tensed, lip caught between his teeth. Grinning, I looked up at Will. "Lube, please, loverboy." Will rolled his eyes but blushed at the name, obediently grabbing a bottle from the bedside drawer and passing it to me.

Holding it in one hand to warm it up a little, I used the other hand to wrap firmly around Nico's dick, holding it just so I could get my lips wrapped around the tip. The twin inhalations from the boys above me were fuel to the burning heat in my abdomen.

"F-Fuck," Nico whimpered, fingers squeezing tight at Will's as I dragged my tongue around the head, coaxing him harder and harder in my hand. Slowly, I took more into my mouth, feeling the familiar weight of his cock on my tongue and sucking very lightly. The taste of precome burst on my tastebuds and I shivered in delight that my tough, edgy, extraordinarily powerful boyfriend was so easy to please.

Will's lips were pressed to Nico's ear, voice soft and lilting. "Aren't they pretty, huh? They look so good with their head between your legs, does their mouth feel good, baby?"

"M-Mhm, r-really good, so warm, shit-" Nico gasped as his cock bumped the back of my throat, hips jerking up but Will moved both pairs of their hands to hold him down.

"Behave, Neeks, let them do the work," he hummed, kissing Nico's temple. I flicked open the cap of the bottle, releasing my grip on Nico to drizzle some lukewarm lube over two of my fingers.

I pulled my mouth off him slowly, blinking up at my boys through my lashes with a cocky smirk on my face. Nico already looked wrecked, my poor love. "Ready for more?"

His nod was almost frantic, and I laughed softly. "Alright, just relax, I've got you, hm? Will's gonna keep you nice and warm and grounded, okay?"

I rubbed ever-so-gentle at his hole, getting him used to the feeling before easing the tip of my finger inside. Nico threw his head back against Will's chest, gasping.

"Shh, I know, I know," Will cooed as I pressed in further, making sure not to hurt him as his hole swallowed up my finger to the knuckle. I moaned at the sight and the feeling, hips pressing into the bed as I dragged the finger back out. "Feels good, doesn't it? They're so good with their hands, so good at getting you ready for them, shh, don't squirm, be good for us, baby."

Nico's eyes were lidded and heavy, cheeks flushed down to his chest and lips parted in shallow breaths. He looked gorgeous and I kept my eyes on his face as I slipped a second finger inside him along with the first.

He keened, back arching and toes curling. Soft, almost sleepy moans fell from his lips and I soaked them up like ambrosia. "Beautiful," I whispered, pulling and pushing my fingers into the tight, hot heat of Nico. I could feel him relaxing, acclimating to the feeling and loosening up under my touch.

"B-Baby," Nico panted, hips making aborted little rolls despite Will holding him down. "More, p-please, want more, wanna feel you."

Will chuckled lightly, nuzzling into Nico's pink cheek and looking down at me. "You heard the man," he grinned. "Give our pillow prince what he asks for."

I saluted from between Nico's thighs. "Sir, yes sir!"

Nico scrunched his nose, a playful smile tugging at his bitten lips. "Cringe, ew, stop immediately, I will not let you fuck me in some kind of military kink scene, you two can negotiate that firmly without me."

Laughing, I crawled up to be face to face with him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "You don't wanna be the lowly soldier being taken advantage of by his captain and their general?"

"No," he declined flatly, one eyebrow raised in disgust. "No, I do not want that."

"Spoilsport," I pouted, leaning over Nico's shoulder to press my lips to Will's as well. "Guess I'll just have to fuck you without the honourifics." I opened the lube again, hissing slightly as my wet hand wrapped around my sensitive skin, pleasure and desire running thick through my veins as I knelt back between Nico's legs.

Will smothered a laugh, arms moving to wrap around Nico's ribs under the t-shirt he was still wearing. His eyes met mine and he winked. "You'd look hot in the uniform, though." Nico smacked a hand over Will's mouth, then repeated the action with mine when I opened it to reply.

"Enough! No military kink in this bedroom while I am also in this bedroom, and especially not when I am waiting impatiently to be fucked by my partner!"

"I love it when you get demanding," I smirk into his palm, leaning over him with one hand settled on the bed and the other guiding my dick to rest teasingly against Nico's hole. He clenched and released, making a punched-out sound as I applied the barest amount of pressure.

"You're such a tease," Will laughed, smoothing his hands down Nico's sides. "Let the poor kid have it, come on."

"I'm 24!" Nico protested, wriggling slightly to look back at Will. "Just 'cause I'm younger than both of you- oh!"

He choked on his protestations as I finally pushed in, head breaching his tight hole. My head dropped forward, chin almost to my chest as I moaned lowly, his warmth pulling me in little by little until I bottomed out. Nico's hands scrabbled for purchase at my shoulders, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get used to the feeling.

"Just relax, deep breaths, baby," Will soothed, voice liquid and silky to my ears. "It's okay, I've got you, do you need anything?"

Nico shook his head jerkily, focusing on breathing as I stayed as still as I could, holding myself up over the two of them.

A hand pushed my hair out my face and I looked up at Will. "You too, hon- I'm literally wrapped around our Nico-" (our Nico, ours) "-but I've got you too, do you need anything from me?"

I melted inside, his striking blue eyes feeling safe and lovely and not for the first time I thanked the gods that I got to fall in love with both of them. I shook my head, a small, shy smile pulling at my lips. "I'm okay, I'm good, just waiting for Neeks to be okay."

"I'm okay," Nico parroted, hips rolling experimentally and I gasped harshly at the sudden sensation. He smirked, despite being slightly floaty. "I'm ready, are you finally gonna give me what I want?"

I laughed breathlessly, just once, before I moved my hips. I pulled out and pushed back in sharply, revelling in the yell the action dragged out of the man underneath me. I repeated the movement over and over, fingers curling harshly into the bedsheets and stomach tense as I pound into my emo pillow prince over and over.

"This good enough, huh?" I gasped out, grinning in satisfaction as Nico only nodded his head. He squirmed and twitched against Will's chest, hands grasping at my body wherever he could reach.

Will gently spread Nico's legs further, hooked Nico's knees over his own and suddenly Nico yelped, cock jumping against his stomach where it had been smearing precome over his skin. I grinned, aiming for that one particular spot again and again, reducing my boyfriend to a moaning mess of pleasure as he melted into the arms of our other boyfriend.

"There it is," Will cooed, teething over Nico's ear. "That's where it feels so good, doesn't it? Our baby, they're so good at this, found your prostate so easily, they know your body so well."

Both Nico and I flushed at the dirty talk, the sinful words of the child of Apollo who became an utter menace the moment he found out how his voice affected us. He kept going, muttering filthy things into Nico's ear just loud enough that I could hear him over the pounding of my heart in my ears.

"B-Babe, W-Will-!" Nico groaned, shaky hands clutching at the back of my neck. "Can you- please touch me, wanna come, 'm so close, baby, please?"

I snapped my eyes to Will, knowing that Nico might be too out of it to remember that Will didn't want to be too involved. "You don't ha-have to, sunshine, I've got him i-if you don't want to."

Will shook his head, smiling softly at me and dragged his hand teasingly down Nico's torso to palm at his neglected cock, flushed and weeping. "I've got him, I want to, we can make him come together, right?"

I nodded, breathless and beginning to chase after my own peak after focusing on Nico for so long. Will's long fingers wrapped around Nico's cock and I cried out as Nico's hole tensed around me at the touch, dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Fuck, fuck, need- need Nico to come first," I pleaded, ever the polite gentlefolk even as I was falling headfirst (dick first?) into pleasure.

Will's hand jerked and tugged almost ruthlessly at Nico, sending him spiralling into an orgasm. He thrashed between us, a soft scream ripping from his throat as he came all over himself, white streaks staining his pink, blushing skin. I pulled out of him quickly, giving a throaty, choked moan as I released over Nico's stomach, hips twitching against nothing as I bit my lip hard.

Nico's eyes were closed, lips parted as he panted, but he waved his hand about until he found my head, dragging me down into a fierce kiss. We kissed until we were dizzy, tongues tasting like each other and bodies settling down from the highs.

"Love you," Nico mumbled, words pressed against my lips and I thrilled at the admission, just like I did every time.

"Love you too," I whispered back, nose bumping into his cutely.

"What am I, furniture?" Will joked, earning tired laughs from both me and Nico.

"Very comfy chair," Nico hummed, tilting his head back to press clumsy kisses into Will's jaw. "Favourite chair."

"Love you too," I whispered again, this time leaving a kiss on Will's forehead and he blushed at the simple affection, rolling his eyes and kissing my cheek back.

He sighed quietly, looking down at the mess we made of Nico. "You know you're for sure gonna need another shower, right?"

this truly got away from me, and i blame the fact that i've been reading so much quality smut fanfic. hope you enjoyed!

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being Nonbinary and a Thunderbolt*

MASTERLIST | AO3

Pride Month 2025 #1

Relationship(s): The Thunderbolts/New Avengers x nonbinary!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, mentions of transphobia, possible typos because I'm trying to be less perfectionist about my silly little headcanon posts. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: My first MCU fic! And, my first Pride Month 2025 fic. I used to be really into the MCU back in 2019, but then my love of and interest in it dwindled post-WandaVision. I've spent the past 5 years wanting to get back into the MCU, and it was Thunderbolts* that convinced me to finally do it. I rewatched the Cap movies and the Avengers movies and finally watched Black Widow and TFATWS. I'll (probably) do a full watch through of the whole MCU ready for Fantastic Four next month. But, yeah, I really fell in love with these movies again and I can't wait to write for these characters. I wanna do a fic where the reader is Hawkeye's adopted kid and they come out to him as nonbinary, particularly with the reader having this backstory. If you'd be interested in that, let me know! Also, I wanna write romantically for Bucky, particularly with an enby reader with that same backstory. I wanna be Bucky's lameass nonbinary partner genuinely. As always, requests are open! I have no idea what to write, really, I'll add the MCU to my fandom list when I've done a full catch-up.)

You’ll be happy to know that everyone on the team is cool with the whole nonbinary thing.

Mostly.

Alexei is a little confused but has the spirit.

Definitely ‘his/her pronouns are they/them!’ energy.

He is curious but not judgemental, and if anything he thinks it’s pretty cool.

Yelena, Bucky and Ava are normal about it and don’t treat it like a big deal.

At first Bob is clearly nervous about messing up how he refers to you, so you might have to reassure him that it’s fine for him to mess up as long as he tries his best.

On the opposite end of the spectrum is Walker, who, when you first meet him, can’t give less of a shit about offending you.

He doesn’t go out of his way to do it, and he isn’t malicious about it, but I can imagine him thinking ‘oh, great’ and rolling his eyes about it.

He doesn’t strike me as someone who has queer friends. Or friends. Especially after he bashed that guy’s head in.

He misgenders you and the only apology he offers is sarcastic and otherwise insincere because he’s got bigger things to worry about, like his wife leaving him.

Of course, Bucky, Ava and Yelena will all tell him to shut up and stop being a dick.

I adore my silly little idea of Ava and Yelena misgendering him to piss him off and see how he would like it, and it isn’t long until he concedes that it’d just be less of a headache to show you some basic respect and refer to you properly.

And, he will actually come to not be bothered by referring to you properly in the end.

I feel like Ava’s main way of showing support is by being a dick to people who are dicks to you about the gender thing.

Bucky knew you long before the whole Thunderbolts/New Avengers thing.

(TLDR: My headcanon is that, after Civil War, you lived in Wakanda after Steve busted you out of prison, which gave you a chance to get to know Bucky and vice versa)

When he first met you, all he knew about you was that you had stuck your neck out to save him, something for which he was grateful.

And, if you had Steve’s stamp of approval, that was more than enough for him.

The whole ‘nonbinary’ thing was unfamiliar to him.

He’d noticed how you were referred to by Steve and the others.

He took the approach of not questioning it, despite being confused.

Not asking about it became unavoidable when you grew closer.

One night, when you were both sitting around a fire in Wakanda, he very awkwardly asked you about it, and you had a long conversation about it.

After that, he understands well enough and he gets the hang of gendering you correctly in no time.

(I’d like to think you help explain other queer concepts to him).

If someone is a dick to you, he will stand up for you.

Whether or not you can handle things yourself, he takes it upon himself to have your back, like you had his, and like he always had Steve’s.

It’s in his nature to stick up for the little guy, you know?

I’d like to think that, after Bucky and the rest of the population is revived post-blip, you remain close to him.

You wind up being his best friend by default.

And, he does his own research on queer shit because he cares that much about you and being a good friend to you.

He doesn’t admit it or bring it up.

Even though you’re friends, he feels awkward about asking you things directly too much.

Either way, it’s clear he’s done his homework.

I’d like to think, as a congressman, he does what he can to advocate for queer people like you.

I feel like Valentina would try to encourage you to be the LGBTQ+ New Avenger.

Even though, y’know, there’s probably a few fruits in that basket if you get what I’m saying.

Her image of you is one of a corporate Pride poster child- someone who can appeal to a demographic, rather than an actual person.

She will try to parade you around like her token queer associate.

Hopefully, you’ll have none of it.

Bucky and Yelena will advocate for you.

They will tell you not to do anything you don’t want to do or otherwise feel uncomfortable doing.

There’s something so compelling about a superhero who is given the opportunity to be positive, visible, real-life representation for their community whilst also knowing they’ll have to be palatable in a way that likely sacrifices facets of their own identity and experiences.

I haven’t seen much of The Boys but that’s a storyline in that show I think.

If you exclusively use they/them pronouns, or pronouns that aren’t ‘they’, ‘she’ or ‘he’, Val definitely fucks up your pronouns a suspicious amount of times for someone who likes to appear like an ally.

If you use any pronouns, she will default to the pronouns of your AGAB with the occasional ‘they’ thrown in for good measure.

She really is one of those kinds of people, I fear; someone who isn’t queerphobic but is performative in her allyship.

If/when you’re feeling dysphoric, Yelena will be there to listen to you vent.

I love the idea that Yelena will warn everyone that you’re not feeling great, and Alexei will take it upon himself to hype you up.

“Heyyy, if it isn’t the most not-woman, not-man person I know!”

He claps you on the back and looks to Yelena for approval that he just did allyship right.

Again, he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.

If you seem down and you’re clearly withdrawing from the rest of the team, I can imagine Bob asking you if you’re okay and stumbling over some clumsy words of comfort.

I feel like Yelena, Bucky and Bob would be more observant than the rest of your teammates when it comes to realising you’re reacting negatively to gender stuff.

They’re the ones who will catch you looking at your reflection for a few seconds too long, or obsessively readjusting your clothes or your hair, or doomscrolling through anti-trans headlines.

If you seem to be way too caught up in it, they’ll ask you if you’re alright, or otherwise try to distract you with something else (even if it’s obvious they know something’s up).

Ava will pick up on a lot of things but she is far less likely to say anything.

It’s not that she doesn’t care; it’s that she doesn’t think it’s her place to say anything because she wouldn’t be your ‘go-to’.

If she notices that you’re doomscrolling, though, I’d like to think she snatches your phone off you without a word.

You have to be so visibly bad for John or Alexei to notice.

And, even then, they might not realise it’s a gender thing.

But, if Alexei knows what’s wrong, he’ll try his best to comfort you.

He’s paternal like that.

John won’t bother saying anything.

His version of being nice is the bare minimum of not making you feel any worse.

Quickfire round:

If you’re transmasc, Alexei will offer to take you to do some stereotypically masculine activities.

He may also let you win an arm wrestling contest to make you feel better.

(If you couldn’t tell, I love the idea of Alexei being paternal to you).

If you ever want/need to go shopping for gender-affirming clothes, Yelena will be happy to go with you because clothes and other forms of self-expression mean a lot to her.

If you bind, Yelena and Bucky are really good at picking up if you’re doing it unsafely.

They will pick up on if you seem dehydrated or if your body language shows some discomfort, especially if you’re someone who isn’t great at taking care of themself.

In summary, you have some good teammates who look out for you.

[blerb-f1]

"Documents" - Max Verstappen x NB!Reader

Max finds himself working on Documents for someone.

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A loud Yawn escaped from Max Verstappens Throat as he pushed open the doors to the Red Bull Hospitality. He was supposed to meet his race engineer Gianpiero Lambiase, Short GP to talk about some Ideas the Team had regarding the Car’s Performance.

Apparently his frequent complaints had finally gotten on everyones nerves, motivating them to finally get working. Simply Lovely.

As his Eyes passed over the long dining room, he spotted GP carrying mugs. Three specifically. ‘Why Three?’, Max wondered but not too long, as the question answered itself immediately afterwards.

The Table GP was carrying the mugs too, also seated a third person. Their head was hung low over the table, cheeks touching a stack of big folders. He approached the Table with another yawn escaping his throat.

“Good Morning Max”, GP called out cheerfully. Way too cheerfully for such an early morning. (It was 11AM). He placed the Mug on a little paper towel to prevent marks forming on the table while trying to navigate around the third person. Max just gave them a confused look before blowing at the coffee to cool down.

As if reading his mind, GP spoke:” Ah, I totally forgot to inform you, Max. That’s Y/N, our Intern. They’ll be here for a few races.” He wanted to continue speaking but a short check of his watch alarmed him. “Sorry Max, I got a meeting! Please entertain Y/N for a bit!”. If this were an Anime, a big gust of wind would be left behind, with the speed he fled in.

Y/N flipped their head to the other side, bloodshot eyes staring in his. A quiet voice escaped:” Hi Max. As GP said, I’m Y/N.”

He gave their mug a push, shoving it close to their nose. “What got you so tired, Y/N?”

“Coffee!”, they exclaimed like a Zombie, quickly drowning some of the steaming, way too hot, liquid. After trying to cool off their burned tongue for a moment, they continued speaking.

“My internship stuff, the usual. I didn’t do my reports of the last few weeks so I spent the night doing them, Ugh…”

The driver just looked them up and down while mustering the stacked folders. “Aren’t interns  younger, normally?”

Y/N sighed. “Nope, this is not a school internship. I go to university, getting my Bacherlor’s in Sport Science and Management. Just didn’t expect to get this spot so I kept lazing around. Suddenly, Boom. E-Mail from Red Bull telling me I got accepted.”

His Team was doing Internships? That was pretty new to Max. He didn’t remember ever being told about that or seeing young, overly excited people scurry behind Team members. But apparently this one was fully endorsed since GP accompanied them. Was accompanying them. Weird.

“And now? URGH”, their groan was louder than before. “Why do all these tasks need me to write endless reports. Can’t even concentrate on my shiny Internship now…”

“If you had done your work earlier, you would have been able to concentrate on it…”

“Shush, as if anyone does their work early.”

“True.” Mental images of still to be paid pills, car maintenance and appointments fluttered through his mind. “No big difference here.”

“See?”, they asked, fully sitting up now. “Who even does that?”

Max chuckled. “Definitly not GP. He’s always late with everything. Like telling someone about the new Intern.”

Y/N led out a Gasp. “That’s why nobody expected me!”

They scurried to fling open their folder of work. “What got you so tired though? I don’t expect it to be paperwork.”

A sense of guilt overcame his mind.

Max loved Racing. A lot. The strategy, the mind games, the Developmental parts. But the marketing and whatnot? He’d be glad if they weren’t a thing but was aware they were a major part. He knew how to behave unlike some other driver when faced with Media Responsibilities. At least most of the time. He knew, Angry Max wasn’t nice-to-be-around Max.

That’s what got him into SimRacing. Spending all night in front of the screen, in a Call with his Mates. And just this evening, a large competition had held him up. Maybe 3 hours of sleep were trying their best to keep him standing. 

Y/N waited for him to answer, yet no response came. They laughed. “Don’t say it was Gaming. Really?”

Max stayed silent. 

“Media keeps saying that the simulators got your ass hooked, line and sinker. Didn’t expect that to this degree. Well, you do you.” They fumbled around their pencil case. “Because i gotta finish, really now.”

As they procured a little IKEA Pencil, Max just lost it. The sleep deprivation had lowered his limits and the visual of this teeny tiny pen had gotten him belly laughing and table with fist smacking. His tablemate just pouted at that, trying their hardest to work through the loud laughs. As he finally came to stop, little tears were streaming down his face. 

Wiping them away, an Offer came: “I could help you”

That’s how GP, tired of a large meeting with major Red Bull Staff, returned to the dining room to find his new intern and his driver seated at a round table holding little Ikea pencils. Mugs upon mugs were stacked in towers next to them, akin to the neatly stacked towers of paper and folders that they had their faces planted on. Both were sleeping deeply, lips curled into smiles. He wondered, how exactly should he report that to the Intern’s supervisor? Maybe just not at all. That sounded more tiring than lying through gritted teeth.

Instead, he tried to clean up around them and pretend nothing of the sort had happened. GP was well aware that Helmut Marko would not be approving of his talent working with those lower than him, so no need to unnecessarily awake a sleeping dragon. If he could call a guy that age a dragon at all…

While trying to carry away the stack of mugs, however, the porcelain let out a loud, high pitched noise as it collided with another. GP reacted with gentil shock, causing everything to come tumbling down.

Loud shattering noises sounded out, awakening the driver and the Intern from their slumber. Max slowly laid his eyes open, blinking once, blinking twice. He would not be hurried, who even would dare to do so, knowing his temper? Taking the time of his life, he yawned loudly. Both arms stretched high, his legs low, just akin to a cat as he finally awoke, blinking at GP. The intern meanwhile, did not awake that softly. With the loud noise, they immediately jumped into the air like a scared crow. This speedy move caused the sorted papers to fly in the air, fluttering around in a manner that was sure to mix up everything as much as physically possible. As last ditch effort to even topple this, they managed to bang their knee against the table, yelping out in pain. They slowly fell to the ground, holding their brused knee in an ocean of broken mugs, mixed papers and coffee stains.

Max didn't say anything, there clearly was no need to do so. Instead, he also got on the ground, slowly helping to collect the flung about pages to sort into neat little stacks while the intern was wiggling about like a worm. Their wide sleeved shirt looked like fluffy antenna's as they managed to now smash their head against the table, holding it in pain. Max pushed the table aside, grabbing the Intern by their arm and helping them up. Gently, he placed them on their previously occupied chair, crossing his arms.

Gianpiero Lambiase stood aside, his chin just dipping lower and lower. What had he done?

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That evening, Max Verstappen found himself seated in his hotel room, staring at the computer he'd brought with him. The monitor was flickering in it's usual blue light, slightly off colours that had him feel more at home. Yet, he didn't feel the urge to start up a game. To play another round of Asetto Corsa with his mates or to join a competition in iRacing. This confused him. His normal routine was broken, occupied by thoughts of that Intern. Their voice as they screamed out in pain, their scrunched up face while wiggling about. He sadly didn't have the time to look after them as GP, obviously too late once again, informed him that the FIA wanted to brief the driver's on something. As one would expect, the meeting was not very fruitful. It was a stark reminder by the FIA to not engage with sponsors or media accounts talking about things the FIA didn't like. The usual, therefore. Max decided to catch up on sleep during it, which is why he was so awake now. He dreamt off warnings about politics, ongoings military conflicts and people bumping their head against tables. 

…

People bumping their head against tables?

‘Maybe Y/N is awake still?’, he asked himself. He was pretty sure the Intern still had a lot of work to do, if not just sorting through the files they had filled out after the stacks fell from the table. Propably also had to read them over, to check if everything was fine. Maybe also to make sure they knew what was written, if asked about it. At least, that's what Max was told Internships were like, not that he'd have Experience with them. His future was been designated before his birth, nothing to choose on his own. Well, maybe the colour of his first racing helmet?

He reclined on the armchair, drinking some of the overpriced Hotel water.

Did Y/N have to worry about the Water's Price? Most likely, he'd heard GP complain about it. They were sure to earn much less than him. But they could pick their own lane, he realised. He absolutely loved racing to his bones but sometimes he wondered. Would Life have different directions for him? He wasn't sure if that was something he should be thinking off, at all. Racing was his life now, nothing would change that. Afterall, not everyone even had the luck to get into racing since the sport is so expensive.

He sighed again, looking through the contacts on his phone. While he was sure not to have Y/Ns Number, GP definitely must have it.

Max dialed.

GP answered, sounding very tired. He could picture the tired, red eyes staring at the phone.

“Max, it's 2AM, what do you need?”

“Y/Ns phone number, please.”

GP sighed before rattling it off. As he read out the last digit, Max could hear his blanket rustle. He was already tucked in, not even saying goodbye as the call ended.

‘Man’s pretty tired’ Max thought to himself as he typed Y/N’s number into his phone.

It rang. Once. Twice. It didn't get to the third time as a wary voice rang through the speaker.

“Who's there?”, they sounded a little drowsy and careful.

“Hi, it's me, Max Verstappen. Sorry to call you this late… Or early?”

A fragmented chuckle rang through.

“Good Evening Max, I'm still working.”

As he thought.

“The document's?”

“Pretty much. I was about to head to the Convenience Store to get some food, you want to join me?”

“Sure.” He felt a bit Hungry. What even was the last time he ate? 

Shortly after, he found himself standing in front of a Convenienve Store, fiddling with his room keys. He forgot his phone in the hotel room, so that left him with no clue of when Y/N was sure to approach.

Their arrival announced itself, however. Y/N walked in the distance, the hood of their sweater pulled onto their head. They spoke, sounding very agitated. 

Max stared at the person next to them, quite startled as he heard them scream something. The person, a man about his height, stretched their arm out as if to touch Y/N and grab their bag but did not succeed. Before he could even touch them, Y/N had somehow grabbed him and flung over his shoulder. He landed face first on the ground, Y/N pressing their knee into his back.

“Don't you dare try something like that again!”, they called out. Their line of sight swept over to Max, spotting him. “Could you call the police?”

He was startled again. “Sorry forgot my phone.”

Quickly fishing around in their pocket, Y/N produced their phone and flung it to Max, Hands holding the man’s shoulder down.

It didn't take long for the police to arrive, Siren's blaring. Max pulled the cap he quickly bought it the convenience store deeper, trying to hide his appearance from curious onlookers. Meanwhile Y/N had handed the guy over to the police. The police man was surprised as he arrived, not even questioning how they could do this. “He tried to grab my Butt on the Bus!”, they exclaimed. “Then attempted to pull off my hood. I told him, the camera's on the bus were recording and that I'd Inform the police. He followed me from there”

The Policeman nodded again, taking their identity information before looking at Max shortly, clearly recognising him. “I presume we should keep this silent?”

Max nodded, watching the car drive off with one less creep running free.

Y/N stood next to him, dusting their clothes off. Max offered them a tissue to clean their hands which they gladly took. 

“That was impressive.”, he stated. “I've never seen a guy go flying like that.”

Y/N grinned. “Thanks, I do a lot of combat sports. Never thought I'd be able to use them in public though…”

“Good you trained then”. Max chuckled. “Remind me to not anger you again. I don't want to get punched.”

Y/N shook their head. “I don't unnecessarily touch people. You don't have to be scared. Not stopping you if you want to be, though!”

They silently entered the convenience store, browsing. Max had picked some instant noodles which he prepared with the provided hot water, Y/N had gotten some sandwiches and snacks. Something green? Papery looking. 

“That's Seaweed”, Y/N mouthed before hungrily biting down.

He not-do-silently slurped the instant noodles, warmth hitting his stomach. He felt content, like a cat. He wanted to stretch himself and lay on the soft carpet that you'd find before a fireplace. The perfect life.

As Y/N finished stuffing themselves with food, they also stretched out. With their foot hitting the table, they let out a losu yelp.

Max looked downy seeing them hold their foot.

“I sprained my foot yesterday in my room.” They exclaimed, face contorned as they remembered the stinging pain.

“You keep getting hurt or hurting yourself.”, he realised. 

They let out a sad sounding laugh. “Kinda, yeah..”

“You should stop that. Have you tried not hurting yourself?”

Now they were pouting. “Thanks, Doctor. That's real helpful advice here. Anything else?”

Max pondered that. “Maybe drink some water if you're feeling thirsty?”

Y/N reclined on their chair. “WOW, Live-changing. Thank you so much!”

As they got up to chuck the food wrappers in the trash, Max blurted out his thoughts: “I brought my computer with me. Interested to play a round of Asetto Corso?”

“Is that how you invite people to your Room? You should work on your pick-up lines then.”

He scowled. “No I-”

‘He’s quite awkward’, Y/N thought.

“I get what you're trying to say. Gotta finish my work though, Sorry Max. I'll see you tomorrow?”

Max was quite breathless now. “..Yeah. Till Tomorrow!”

As Y/N left, they turned around a last time. “Nice hat you got there! Suits you, Mate!”

He quickly fumbled the hat off, staring at what the hell he'd bought. It said “I'm a saucy boy!”

What the hell did that even mean?

[aventurineswife]

Hi! Aventurine x Reader when the reader is non-binary/not cis and Aventurine is supportive or welcoming of it :)

“Risk it all, for a chance at a life worth living”

Summary: Aventurine is faced with an unexpected confession from you: you are non-binary. Far from being taken aback, Aventurine shows unwavering support, understanding, and warmth, reminding you that you don’t need to fit into any predefined mold. As the two of you converse, Aventurine’s charm, wit, and openness create a safe space for you, and a subtle but powerful connection begins to blossom. Together, you face the complexities of identity and belonging, navigating life’s risks with trust and mutual respect.

Tags: Aventurine x NB!Reader, Non-binary representation, Supportive Aventurine, Fluff, Emotional vulnerability, Comfort, Mentions of survivor's guilt, Slow burn.

Warnings: Brief mention of past trauma (survivor's guilt, slavery), Sensitive topics regarding identity and self-acceptance.

The gentle hum of the night played a soft melody through the dimly lit room, the amber glow of a few scattered lamps casting long shadows along the walls. Aventurine stood near the large window, his hands casually resting behind his back, staring at the city beyond. He’d always been fond of such moments—pauses between chaos, where the world seemed to hold its breath.

You sat on the plush sofa across from him, your legs tucked beneath you, feeling the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. Tonight, for reasons you couldn’t explain, felt different. There was an unspoken tension that neither of you had yet to address.

Aventurine turned his head slightly, his eyes gleaming in the low light, his sharp gaze piercing the silence. He was always like this, seemingly in tune with the smallest of movements, the subtlest of emotions. The man could read you like an open book, but tonight, you were the one trying to navigate his unreadable expressions.

"So," he said, his voice smooth like velvet, with just a hint of amusement, "You’ve been avoiding something, haven’t you?"

You hesitated. The knot in your chest tightened. You couldn’t explain why you were feeling so exposed tonight, but something inside you urged to be honest, even if it meant laying your vulnerability bare in front of someone like him.

"I'm... non-binary," you finally muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't fit into the boxes everyone wants to put me in. I don’t have the words for all of it, but... it's been hard sometimes. I wanted to tell you sooner, but..."

Aventurine remained still, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he turned fully toward you, his lips curling into a smile that held neither mockery nor pity. It was warm, inviting even. It was the kind of smile that made the air between you feel just a bit less heavy.

"You don’t need to say anything more, you know," he replied, his voice softening. "I can see it. I’ve always seen it. There’s no need to justify yourself to me."

You blinked, unsure if you had heard him correctly. Was it possible he already knew? Was it that obvious?

His smile widened slightly, as if reading the doubt on your face. "I’ve always been good at reading people. More than that," he continued, stepping closer, "I admire the way you’ve learned to navigate a world that demands conformity. I understand the struggle."

Your breath caught in your throat. "You... understand?"

Aventurine nodded slowly. "I’ve spent my life dodging labels, too. It’s a game, isn’t it? A game of risks, of stepping out into the unknown. Of betting on yourself even when no one else believes in you." His eyes flicked to yours, his gaze intense and searching, but not judging. "But I don’t need you to fit into anything. I only need you to be real with me."

There was a sense of relief flooding through you, the weight you didn’t even realize you’d been carrying beginning to lift. The room seemed warmer now, less intimidating.

"I’m sorry if it’s strange," you murmured, still trying to make sense of it all. "I’ve just... never been sure how people would react. Especially someone like you. You’ve got everything figured out, and I—"

Aventurine raised a hand, his fingers gently signaling you to stop. He crossed the space between you in a few strides, standing directly in front of you now. His presence was magnetic, like gravity itself had drawn him in.

"Don’t apologize," he said, kneeling down slightly so that his face was level with yours. "You think I’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?" He chuckled softly, a hint of a mischievous edge in his tone. "That’s funny, considering my entire life has been nothing but one big gamble. I don’t have it all figured out, but that’s the fun part, isn’t it?"

He gave you a wink, his eyes softening even more. "We’re all just rolling the dice, playing the odds. No one gets to claim control of the game entirely. Not even me."

You found yourself laughing quietly, a small, surprised sound escaping your lips. For the first time in a long while, you felt the weight of your own insecurities lifting. Aventurine wasn’t judging you, wasn’t pushing you to explain yourself in ways you couldn’t. He was welcoming you, exactly as you were.

"You know," you began, your voice a little more confident now, "You make it sound easy."

Aventurine raised an eyebrow. "Easy?" He repeated, his voice playful. "No, darling. I never said anything about easy. But who’s to say you can’t make it your own game? You have a knack for it, after all."

You met his gaze, your heart feeling lighter with each word. He wasn’t just being kind; he was invested. He didn’t just accept you—he understood the stakes, the risks, the gamble of simply existing.

"I want you to know something," he said, his expression suddenly more serious, though the warmth in his eyes never faltered. "I don’t need you to fit into any mold. Not with me, not with anyone. You’ve survived, and that, my dear, is worth more than any victory I could ever achieve. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise."

Your eyes softened as you absorbed his words, the sincerity that lay behind them stirring something deep within you. It was more than you had ever expected to hear from someone like him. And for the first time in a long while, you felt as though you had found a place where you could truly belong.

"I don’t know what to say," you whispered, a shy smile curling at the corner of your lips.

"Then don’t say anything," Aventurine replied with a grin, standing up once again, offering you a hand. "Just play the game your way. And let’s see where it takes us."

As your hand slipped into his, you knew—this gamble, this dance of hearts—was one you were willing to take.

Together, you could face whatever the odds threw your way.

[concretejunglefm]

do u have anything for omens boys w a nonbinary reader [bjg puppy eyes] even better if reader is only just starting to explore their gender identity and labels. even better pt 2 if reader is more masc presenting (we r very self indulgent today sorry)

thank u and i hope you’ve been well! ♡

hi bb 💕 I consider these little blurbs here and here with folio to be nb!reader purely because that's what I picture and it's perfect in my head, I also couldn't resist being self indulgent for us both, so here's a little gender euphoria with Nicholas calling reader handsome <3 and ty @deathblacksmoke for helping me find nicky in his flannel 💕

CW: mostly something soft, mentions of reader wearing a binder, no physical descriptions aside from mention of haircut to whatever style you feel comfortable with, touches on exploring gender identity leaning towards masc.

Sharing clothes with Nicholas isn’t a new occurrence. More often than not, some of his shirts find their way into your drawer, and not just because you’ve stolen them. He notices the way you look at how certain ones fit him, like you’re studying whether they’d sit on you the same way, not just admiring your partner.

That’s why you don’t question it when one of his favorite flannels ends up in your drawer and you decide to pull it on, but today, you’re trying something different.

You’re still new to exploring this version of yourself, figuring out what labels fit, what language makes your chest flutter instead of twist. You’re learning what makes you feel most comfortable, what makes you feel like you.

Beneath his flannel, you’ve swapped your usual sports bra for your first binder, and when you catch your reflection in the mirror, something settles inside you. You feel more like yourself than ever, especially when your fingers reach up to touch your hair, freshly cut in a style that finally feels right.

You hesitate for a moment as you step into the kitchen, leaning back against the doorway while you watch Nicholas fluttering around, making breakfast. There’s a cup of coffee on the counter, probably lukewarm by now, and you hear him humming a familiar tune, something that sounds like a Deftones song he’s been playing on repeat lately while working in his office. His shirt is off, tattoos fully on display, and your eyes trace the ink down his arms and hands as he works. Then, he looks up and freezes when he sees you.

It startles you, the double hit of him catching you staring and of him finally seeing you this morning. You hadn’t shown him your new haircut yet, keeping it hidden under a beanie until bed last night, and you hadn’t mentioned the new binder, either, but there’s no mistaking the grin that stretches across his face at the sight of you.

“Well, good morning to you, handsome.” He pauses what he’s doing to approach you, his eyes raking over you like he’s drinking you in, pure admiration in them, and it makes you flustered. “You trying to kill me first thing in the morning?” he teases, and you feel the heat crawling up your neck, reaching the tips of your ears.

“No, I just…” you mumble, turning your head away shyly before glancing back at him. “Do you really think I look handsome?” you ask, your voice soft and small as your hand lifts to the back of your neck, rubbing it nervously.

“Absolutely,” he says without hesitation, stopping in front of you. His hands come to rest at your hips, giving a gentle, grounding squeeze as his head tilts. “You can ask me to say it again if you like.”

You can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes you, the way his words make you melt and send a whole swarm of butterflies loose in your stomach. You’re thankful he’s holding onto you, because you’re certain your legs would’ve gone to jelly otherwise.

“Can you say it again, Nicky?” you murmur, voice gentle as your eyes flick up to meet his, just as soft and puppy like as your tone. The smile he wears only seems to grow.

Nicholas is more than happy to indulge you, to reaffirm what you’re feeling, though that should never come as a surprise. He’s been the most understanding through your decision to start this journey, always supportive as you explore yourself more.

“You look handsome,” he repeats, leaning in to brush a kiss to your jaw, “And hot. I think you might just be my type.”

There’s a slight sting behind your eyes at his words, not from pain, but from how fully he sees you. How easily he accepts you without hesitation. It makes you feel like you’re starting to find yourself in the middle of the mess that’s been tangled up inside you.

His arms shift to wrap around you, pulling you closer. Yours slip around him in return, and you melt into the way he presses you against his chest, solid and grounding, bringing you warmth and filling your heart.

He nestles down against the side of your neck, pausing with a soft inhale. “…Are you wearing my cologne?”

You laugh and shrug, answering a little shyly, “I wanted to try it.”

He draws back slightly to look down at you, a spark of amusement in his eyes. “We can go shopping and find one you like, if you want?”

As much as you love wearing Nicholas’s scent, something that makes you feel close to him, you can’t help but want to find your own, something distinct, something that makes you feel confident, comfortable, you.

[yoursacredqueenmother]

Midnight Serenade

Shout out to my friend for the title (@happy74827) and crediting @charlie-eppes-blog for the GIF above my text (sick job by the way).

This is my first fanfic in a while, bare with the shortness of this garbage of mine!

| Word Count: 738

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The viscous feeling, the heart-tugging until it rips into two, lungs compressed by your organs in your chest kind of feeling. It stirred nothing but issues within you as you clung to the sheets in separation, sweat-drenched back finally being exposed to cool air as you jolted yourself up with widened eyes. You look around the dark room in confusion, a small light peeking through the bottom of the curtains, giving the room a familiar feeling. Heart not calming down, you reached over, frantically looking for your phone, dialing a certain number. 

“Come on, c’mon, pick up the phone,” you say to yourself in a low tone, hearing the phone ring, keeping one hand clenched near your heart in an attempt to calm yourself. On the final ring, the other side finally picks up the call and grumbles a few words as a string of “the time” and “are you serious”. You let out a relieving sigh, they were alright, it was nothing but a nightmare. 

Mike was doing a-okey. 

Feeling the relief crash down all at once, the weight of your body pushing your head down as your body goes back to lying down in the bedding. You place the phone right next to your head, turning it on speaker to hear more grumbling noises from him. You let out a faint chuckle. “Sorry to bother you this late, I just wanted to check up on you.”

Closing your eyes, you await his response, hearing the sound of sheets shuffling on his end. “It’s…2 a.m., what exactly are you trying to check on me for at such a time? You’ll be the death of me after Abby, I swear,” he grunts out, the sleepiness in his voice fading. “What are you doing up so early anyways, I didn’t think you’d be up? Is there something wrong?” You shake your head before stopping midway, realizing he couldn’t see you. Rolling to your side so your mouth was near the phone, you spoke up, “Nothing’s wrong, just having trouble sleeping, and I miss you and Abs.” A loud, deep sigh was heard from Mike’s end, almost sounding like it came from the back of his lungs. “You’ve only been gone for 3 days now, we’re okay, I promise nothing is going to happen like last time. Stop worrying,” Mike says in a soft tone, directing it easily so you could hear every word. 

It was easy for him to say, you left town for 3 weeks while Mike was at his new job and you came back to a decimated building, Abby making real friends with kids her age, Mike full of injuries, and a whole officer in the hospital whom you made friends with a few weeks before leaving. Abby was the only person unscathed and doing well in the entire situation. After seeing that scene, every time you needed to leave town for work, you’d often get nightmares.

“Choke down your promise Mike, I only said I missed you. Don’t you miss me?” You hear him chuckling under his breath, you could already see the way his stomach quickens when he laughs under breath, the way his mouth curls into an automatic smile and his eyes roll to the side. “I do miss you love.”

Your stomach was doing backflips. It felt like your organs were slowly being replaced with butterflies who were slowly getting cramped. Blaming it on the sleepiness and the time of the conversation, you should have expected him to do what he wouldn’t normally do but- it wasn’t like you didn’t like it either. Trying to compose yourself, you joke it off, “See, I knew you’d miss me. What do you miss, me or just my skills to help you~”

“I miss seeing your smile, your bed hair when you burst through my house to wake us up, your goofy face when I know you’ve tampered with my food, your laugh throughout the halls. I miss your touch, your voice, your sounds when I-”

“Alright alright, I got it Mike!” You shot up from the bed, clicking the end call button, hearing his rupture of laughter cut off when you hang up. Your insides are in a mess and it is still 2am. You were not going to be able to go back to sleep anymore, and you had a meeting in the morning. He definitely did this on purpose.

He was insufferable!

~ Minx

[thedarkcircuswritings]

‎Henry Hotline x Non-Binary Reader teaching reader how to slow down and very slowly Reader rested there head on his chest which unfortunately got reader concern when they felt Henry Overheat like there's no tomorrow

‎

As much as Henry didn't want to admit it, he was worried about your... energy about everything. It didn't matter if it was optimism or paranoia, you were always all over the place doing something, making sure this or that was safe, locking doors, checking windows, checking on him, it was like there was no end to it all! He couldn't let the one who saved him from that cursed gameshow die on him from exhaustion, so despite your protests at first, he made you sit down with him on the couch, scolding you a little for nearly overworking yourself. But feeling you relax against him as your head eventually landed on his chest stopped him, and he could feel the motors inside of him going haywire. Never mind you dying, what if he died first from combustion?!

[flowhence]

hi bff i still desperately need to reread & watch thg but i love your writing sm so i needed to leave something anyway ,,, could you do something with nonbinary!reader coming out to johanna ? maybe it starts out angsty but gets more fluffy :3

point of no return - j.m.

summary: You come out to Johanna as nonbinary but some people overhear.

pairings: johanna mason x nonbinary!reader

warnings: transphobia, racism, hurt/comfort

authors note: i didnt specify the slur for obvious reasons, but if anyone has any concerns feel free to pm me.

request: yes

Johanna has noticed your odd behavior, it’s like you’re hiding something. You were hiding something but you didn’t know how to tell your girlfriend that you feel sick everytime someone calls you a “girl”.

You sigh as you set down your things in the training room. You massage your temples trying to will away the stress headache.

You feel arms wrap around you, and you smile a bit. “There’s my favorite girl.” You blanch and have to swallow the bile in your throat, your tense in her arms and she of course notices.

“What’s wrong?” Johanna asks hesitantly. You shake your head and wriggle yourself out of her arms. You go back to pick up the ax—but you’re stopped by a familiar hand and frustrated face.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why won’t you tell me why you’re acting this way?!” She bellows out, uncaring for the eyes that look your way.

“Fucking hell, Johanna, you don’t need to scream.” You say, utterly calm. This only proves to provoke her further, demanding to know what’s wrong.

“Are you cheating on me? Is that it?” Your head snaps up immediately at her small voice, and you shake it vigorously. God what have you done?

“No, i’d never cheat on you!” You reply, desperation slipping into your brown eyes. Johanna blows a breath out of her nose.

“Then what is it?! Do you not love me? Is it me? What did I-” You cut her off of her ramble.

“I’m not a girl! I’m not a boy. I’m not... anything.” Your voice gets quieter as you say the last words. Johanna’s face crumbles in realization. You are non-binary.

You search her expression for any mean glares, anything that points to her hating you… but you find nothing, only love. “Of course that freak had to get even freakier! You are a girl, sweetheart, you’ll always be one.” A gruff voice taunts you.

“If you weren’t a [slur], I would’ve definitely had some fun with you.” The man smirks and your expression hardens, the blatant racism and transphobia is enough to spiral you off the edge.

Before Johanna could take the honours of punching the guy, you find yourself giving him a good right hook.

You don’t stop there though, grabbing the butt of your ax handle you slam it into his chest, over and over and over again. “You fucking! You transphobic racist motherfucker!” You scream, but suddenly someone pulling you off of him. You wriggle in their arms trying to get out and beat the shit out of that man more.

You see Katniss, your best friend yelling at the man promising to get him fired and punished. You sag with relief and realize you’ve been in Johanna’s arms.

“Jo?” You call out quietly, she is immediately turning you around so she’s facing the love of her life.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur. “I should have told you.” Johanna shakes her head and leans down to kiss your lips. You smile into the kiss, your eyes fluttering close and your hands wrapping around her waist.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, my love.” You beam at her and she laughs loving your smile even if you hated it.

“Katniss will get that guy fired, I know she will.” You smirk at Johanna’s reassurance. “Well I got in a few good hits anyway.” At that your girlfriend laughs, her blue-green eyes staring longingly into your dark brown ones.

From then on, Johanna used your preferred pronouns and always asked what compliments you preferred before saying it. She began correcting anyone who misgendered you and you both kicked anyones ass who was mean to you.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

good morning everybody

how would we feel if i wrote a matt murdock x reader where the reader has a really upsetting/horror adjacent realization that they aren’t cis and they think matt is going to hate them because he’s like super catholic and he’s actually very supportive and it ends nice and softly

(i saw ‘i saw the tv glow’ the other day and i cannot stop thinking about it)

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

don't tag your posts with x male reader if it's very obviously female reader implied please. it can make people really uncomfortable and dysphoric, plus it just floods the x male reader tags with fem content

*takes long drag of my cigar* "thank you bobby

Throughout the beginning of my writing, the WB reader was never specified to have a gender because I wanted the reader to be whatever the person reading it wanted them to be. This is why I have male/female in my tags; I also have non-binary and gender-neutral tags because the reader's gender has not been specified. The beauty of it was that anyone could read it—boy, girl, whatever—and still feel seen. As I continued to write and became more invested in my craft, I decided to differentiate the two readers. If I was going to write the WB reader as female, then I would only use female tags. If I was going to write the WB reader as male, I would only use male tags. If I didn't specify the reader's gender, I would include both non-binary and gender-neutral tags so people could find whatever they were looking for in my content. I won’t lie; I am kind of biased—I write more female than male characters in my stories, but that doesn't mean I don't write male readers. I tend to draw more girls and write a lot about them—it's really in my blood, if we're being honest.

In one of the smuts with Tim Drake, the one with the camera, if you know, you know, the reader does not have a gender in that story because I didn't know how to specify the reader. My friend suggested, "Just make them non-binary and use the word 'bud' to be specific with the genitals." Thank you for that one, Grayson! In another smut I wrote, my first one featuring Jaime Reyes and a male reader, it was also next to a female reader, and I'm pretty gender-neutral with my readers. Yes, I do write male readers, but I usually like to write near-female readers; for example, the first part will be dedicated to a female reader, and the next part will be dedicated to a male reader.

With my Deathstroke reader, I wanted them to be a guy, but then I decided they would just be non-binary for now because I wanted to keep the feminine aspects in the story for lore purposes. I understand how upsetting it can be to go to a tag specifically for male readers and find female reader content instead. I have gone to a tag thinking I would get Black reader content and ended up with something completely different. But I try my best to be mindful with my writing and make sure that I use the right tags because everyone deserves to have something written about them.

(Also if you wanna read male reader stuff check out my buddy and maybe moot @invincibledc love them so much or my dear friend and freak Grayson @tearvls )

[blackypanther9]

You’re a great friend – Alastor x Nonbinary!Reader

A/N: I think I did a bit more fluff than I wanted, but hey ! It isn't short at least and I put in more than ONE category ! ^^' (Drawing belongs to rightful owner)

WARNING!: Nothing. A lot of fluff and a bit of angst, if you squint.

Words: 4 620

You worked for the Hazbin Hotel, because your best friend, Alastor, asked for your help. You had no soul contract with him, but you were close. Almost as close as he was with Rosie.

The first time you arrived at the Hazbin Hotel, everyone misgendered you. They all called you “She” and “Her”, because your body was feminine. Alastor was pretty triggered by it and then stepped in correcting them and announcing...

“It’s THEY and THEM. They use They/Them pronouns. And their name is Y/n.”

He had a protective arm around you when he did that and you couldn’t be happier. Charlie immediately apologized to you, as soon as your friend corrected everyone.

Of course...there was a time where Alastor misgendered you too. As you told him that you were Nonbinary, he gave you the cutest confused fawn look anyone ever saw before. He asked you stupidly what Nonbinary is and you explained to him that these are people that don’t identify themselves as Female and male, that don’t use the pronouns of he/him and she/her, but they use they/them.

It took him a while to use your correct pronounces, but he got the hang of it and corrected anyone, who misgendered you.

This day, you went shopping for food, for the Hotel. You were running low and it was one of your jobs to go shopping. Alastor waited for your return in the Lobby, to help you with the bags later on. He didn’t expect for you to come back with angry tears in your eyes however. He dropped his book and rushed to you.

“Dear ? What happened ? Why are you upset ?”, he fretted over you.

“Some jerks found it funny to call me a female all the time, even though I said that I am Nonbinary. They tried to...”, you mumbled the last bit.

“They tried to what, Y/n ? Tell me what these swines tried to do.”, he demanded.

“They tried to rape me !”, you shouted at him.

He froze up and his antlers grew bigger.

“They tried to what ?”, he asked dangerously calm.

“You heard me, Al !”, you yelled back, looking away from him.

“Describe them to me, now.”, he said as he hugged you and took the bags from you, teleporting them to the kitchen, sending his shadows after them to store everything away.

You described the demons and he was out of your sight the second he had all information and gave you a giant bowl of your favorite comfort food. He told you to wait in the Lobby. You tearfully ate your comfort food as one of Alastor’s shadows brought one of your friend’s radios to you, active and running on Alastor’s channel.

“P-please ! We are so-sorry !”, one of your offenders’ voices was heard from the radio.

You put down your bowl of comfort food, looking at the radio in awe.

“A reminder to all in Pentagram City, to not touch, disgrace, disrespect what belongs to the RADIO DEMON ! I think you folks have forgotten your place !”, Alastor broadcasted.

The next few minutes to an hour were only screams, flesh tearing, bones cracking and Alastor’s psychotic cackles. You smiled brightly and finished your comfort food. As the broadcast was over you smiled at the radio.

“Hey Al ? Thank you for doing this. You didn’t have to, but you did it anyways and I thank you for that.”, you told the radio.

You had a sneaking suspicion that your friend could hear you over the radio, after all he was the Radio Demon. He practically controlled the airwaves. Then the radio clicked off and you looked at his shadow, that he left behind with you.

“Thank you, Red, for showing me this.” (I named the shadow Red, yes, yes. It doesn’t have a canon name)

It chirped gently and then took away the radio again. Not long later, Alastor appeared on the couch next to you again. He gave you a gentle smile.

“You are welcome, Dear.”, he said.

You smiled at him, happily.

“Can I have a hug, Al ?”, you asked him gently.

He opened his arms, inviting you in. You hugged him gently and gave a happy hum from you.

“Do you know that you are so huggable ?”

“How so, my Dear ?”, he asked a bit confused.

“You are warm, you smell comforting, your aura is calm and gentle, your clothes are a bit on the softer side and all of that makes you so comfy to hug. I like hugging you, my friend.”, you said with a big smile.

He hummed gently, his left ear twitching in slight happiness. He only let you and Rosie hug him. To hear that he is comfortable as a blanket from you, made him happy. His tail, hid under his overcoat, wagged gently.

“Hey...Al ?”

“What, Cher ?”

“Would you be opposed if we go to your bedroom and just cuddle for a bit ? I really need it. I feel touch starved today.”, you gently asked.

He was your best and closest friend. It wasn’t the first time you asked this of him, but you knew how he usually was with the whole touch affection thing. Usually you didn’t dare to bother him and went to Charlie for it, even though you didn’t like her affections all that much, you didn’t need to get all upsettie spaghetti for getting no affection at all. Still...you trusted Alastor more than anyone. He wouldn’t touch you anywhere you wouldn’t want him to. He respected your boundaries and the others...tend to forget that a lot.

“Hmm...Oh, alright ! But only for a little while ! I still have a few things to do, for the Hotel, after all !”

You smiled happily.

“You are the best, Al. Thank you.”

“Of course, Dear. Now close your eyes.”

You did as told, felt reality shift around you and when you opened your eyes again, you were in Alastor’s room, still in his embrace, on his bed. He snapped his fingers and you both were in comfortable clothes. Not night time clothes, but comfy clothes. Then he laid down and you followed him, snuggling into his side and chest, the top of your head under his chin.

He rubbed your back gently and let some jazz music play from his microphone. Some happy animal noises left you, telling him you are comfortable. Alastor chuckled and smiled brightly as he continued to hold you and rub your back. You may or may not also have drifted off a few times and Alastor may or may not have drifted off a few times with you too.

Small naps only though, only like....10 minutes....every 5 to 10 minutes.

“Hey Al ?”

“Hum ?”

“Can I brush your hair ?”

“Only if I can brush yours in return. Fair is fair, Dear.”

You nodded and he sat up slightly, summoning a brush and handed it to you. His hair was messy and his fluffy ears were no exception. You smiled gently and brushed his hair gently, which made him melt slightly and let out a static purr. You didn’t point it out, just let him soak in the affection.

As you were done with his hair, careful around his antlers, you got very curious and put the brush away. You carefully let your fingers scratch the base of his deer ears gently. He let out a small, fawn like, bleat in surprise.

“Don’t worry, Al I am just trying to get your ears to relax a bit, so I can smooth out the fur there. It’s messy and I think the brush would be too rough on them.”

You read about animal ears and they are mostly very sensitive, just like their tails. You NEVER pull on animal ears and tails.

“D-Dear...b-be ca-caref-ful !”, he got out with some bleats and hums.

He even pressed his head further into your hands. You smiled gently. A new method to spoil him at days he is stressed, has been found.

“Al...my good friend...could it be...that you like this ?”, you asked him and scratched JUST the right spots on the bases of his ears.

He keened gently, a loud and strong static purr left him too and he bleated gently. He melted and was putty in your hands.

“P...Perhaps so...”, he admitted with embarrassment.

“Don’t be ashamed of it, Al ! Do you have any idea how much I can spoil you with this, if you had a stressful day ? This is a great discovery.”, you said happily, your smile big and genuine.

Alastor had a soft blush dusting his cheeks and his smile was genuine and gentle.

“You really would want to spoil me with head pats ?”, he asked you gently.

“I would spoil you with everything I could give you, Al. You are my friend and I care a lot about you.”

“No strings attached ?”

“Alastor, if you would be in deep trouble about something, all you would have to do is tell me and ask for help and I would do anything I can to help you out of a tight spot, no deals, no strings attached and no favors to be owed.”

You carefully worked your fingers higher up his ears, smoothing out his fur on his ears gently, trying to not tickle them too much, so he didn’t have to flick them this way and that.

“Would you also never abuse my trust if I gave you my soul, with a contract ?”, he asked softly.

You stopped smoothing out his fur at that, shocked he asked that.

“Al, even if I would own your soul, I wouldn’t use it against you. You are a dear friend of mine. I would never use that against you. No matter what. But where did that even come from ?”, you asked and continued to smooth out his fur on his ears.

“It...It was just a thought, my Dear.”

“But why did it cross your mind so suddenly ?”

“It seems like you love to take care of me. You always make sure I am alright, the few times I didn’t feel all too swell, you helped me and took care of me. You always listen to me, when I let my frustrations out. You always offer comfort towards me. You defend me when someone talks bad about me and I wasn’t present. You checked on my turf often, even though you aren’t an Overlord, you kept it in tact for me, while I was absent. You pulled strings here and there, just to get to places I couldn’t go to, to get me a few things that reminded me of my old life...my home. And you never asked for anything in return.”

You chuckled and scratched the base of his ears gently again, making him melt further in comfort.

“I asked for a thing, Alastor. That was to be your friend.”

“But you never asked for anything else. No power, no protection, no favors. You don’t even ask of me to cook for you. I love cooking, but even after you found out about it, you never asked me to cook you something.”

You chuckled again.

“Friends don’t demand for favors, Al, nor are they supposed to expect you to read them like an open book and give them what they want from you. That wouldn’t be friendship, it would be something that accomplices do. Friends....they are just there. Friends are supposed to be there for you, always available if you need it, say the word and in a zap they are there for you. Friends are people that see you for who you really are. They are there when you are in a moment of need. You saw me upset today, asked me what was wrong. That’s what friends do. Care for one another, without any strings attached. I told you what happened and you chose to cheer me up, even killed the assholes that ruined my day. I never asked of you to do that, you did that on your own. Friends do that. You were there when I needed you and I am here...when you need me.”

“Even if it is something as stupid as a...what did Charlie call it ? ....A sleepover ?”, he asked you.

You laughed and rubbed his left ear gently, affectionately. Another small bleat left the Radio Demon.

“If you need me for that, I will happily be there for you, Al. Even if it is just a sleepover. I will be there for you, even if you just need someone to read a good book with. I will be there, even if you just need someone to be angry at, to vent out your frustrations and rage. I am here to support you and comfort you. You will always be my friend.”

He tilted his head slightly, looking at his chair.

“What does ‘vent’ mean ? I doubt you mean the actual vents in the building.”, Alastor said confused.

You giggled and gently rubbed a sensitive spot on his ears that had him bleat comfortably and loudly again.

“‘Vent out your frustrations’ means to let some steam loose. That you need someone to talk to. The short term means vent. If you need to vent, you can come venting to me. It means you can talk to me about everything that is on your chest. Anything that pulls you down, something you don’t understand, when you are angry about the Vees again, when Charlie overworks you, all that and more. Whatever bothers you, you can talk to me and I won’t tell anyone, nor will I judge you. No strings attached and no deals to be made.”

You checked one last time if you had to smooth anything else out, as you switched with Alastor, you gave him the brush and he started to brush your hair gently.

“I...I think then I never had an actual friend ever before...You and Rosie are the only ones that are my actual friends...”, Alastor said carefully.

You started to frown.

“Not even when you were alive ?”

“No, no one. Most of them didn’t like me for...being a mixed breed. The ones that did tolerate me, just did so because I was famous and rich.”, he gently got out.

“Fame hungry and greedy people. Disgusting. I am surprised that you were mixed, Al. I always thought you were probably white with a tan on you, because you were often outside. After all, you told me that the walk from your home to the Radio Station was quite the journey.”, you chuckled out.

“Does...this change anything ?”, he asked, a slight bit of vulnerability in his voice.

“It doesn’t change anything, Al. The only things that changed is that I know now that you were mixed and that I now regret that I never got the chance to see your Human self.”, you sighed.

He stopped brushing your hair.

“Why would you regret not ever seeing it ?”

You gave a small chuckle.

“Alastor...I know I was born a bit after your time, but I was always fond of mixed people. I think they were pretty to look at. Like quite literally. Nothing sexual or anything, they just looked pretty. I was usually jealous. When they got freckles and had that certain mixed skin color, they were almost invisible.”, you chuckled out.

“Did...you have freckles ?”

“A few. Some you could barely see, but then there were some you saw clear as day and it annoyed me. I found them rather...ugly. Others found them cute, but I despised them.” (You choose what skin color ! I didn’t specify it, freckles always look different too, so no point in arguing !)

Alastor hummed in thoughts as he continued to brush your hair.

“But enough about that. Better back to the here and now. I am glad that you have friends now, at least. Believe me...true friends are very hard to find.”, you said softly.

“Experience, my Dear ?”

You gave a grim smile and he saw it from the mirror on his dresser in his room. He was concerned.

“Everyone had that one ‘friend’ at some point, I suppose. I knew that person from childhood to early teenage years. We always played together and all, but as the years went by...they became more and more...suspicious. In school were suddenly rumors about me spread that were never true, my other friends distanced themselves from me, I was getting bullied suddenly and no one helped me. My so called friends started to only use me and one day I found out that my childhood friend was the one who caused all of it. They lied right in my face, that they didn’t spread these rumors, until I caught them red handed.”

“What were the rumors about ?”

“Oh this and that. Nothing too important, Al. They said that I only used my friends, claimed I was a Transgender, even though I wasn’t, and claimed that I harmed myself if I didn’t get what I wanted, plus that I was suicidal and usually threatened her to kill myself if we don’t spend time together. That was never the case though. She made everyone believe that I was the plague reincarnated. Back then Transgender people were still heavily frowned upon, but honestly ? I was always a laid back person. As long as no one was trying to force me or tell me that I am a Trans, by a Trans person, I am fine with them. They do themselves and I do myself.”, you said shrugging your shoulders.

“That is rather disgusting of your past childhood friend. And...pardon my stupidity, but what is a Transgender ?”

“Meh, they got their Karma, Al. Transgenders are people that are born in the wrong body, to explain it simply. Like you see someone like me. A woman body. But they are not Nonbinary, they are Trans. The difference between Trans and Nonbinary is the pronouns. Nonbinary people use They/Them. Transgender people use the opposite gender they have openly displayed. You see a woman and they tell you they are not a woman but a man, that is when you know they are Transgenders. Same thing with a man that says they are a woman.”

“Oh...That actually is making my head hurt...”

“We haven’t even started to go into the world of Sexual Orientations, Alastor. There are Homosexuals, Transgenders, Genderfluids, Intersexes, Shemales, Heterosexuals, Nonbinaries-“

“Alright, alright, stop ! I don’t even know what most of these things mean ! What in the name of Hell is a SHEMALE ?! Genderfluid ?! What is that ?! What is an Intersex supposed to be ?!”, Alastor interrupted you and slightly freaked out.

You busted out in laughter. Alastor could already feel a migraine starting in his brain. Too much information at once.

“The only thing you should really look into for yourself would be Asexual and, most possibly, also Aromantic.”

“Why should these terms concern me ?”, he asked you confused.

“Because, Al, I think you are an AroAce. And AroAce means you are Asexual and Aromantic.”

“What gives you that impression, Dear ?”

“Al, I never saw you romantically interested in anyone, nor did I ever see hear from anyone that you ever slept with someone. Aromantic means you aren’t all that interested into romance and Asexual means like two different things. Either you are very repulsed by just the thought of Sex, or you are not repulsed by it, but you don’t really need it. Only if you have a partner that you care deeply about and needs it, you would try and help them out, these people I think were called Gray Asexuals. It seems to fit you perfectly until now.”, you shrugged.

“Doesn’t that mean that I am unable to have a relationship ?”

“Not at all. You can still have a relationship, but it will be a unique one. Sadly not many are into the unique ones. You really need to start to educate yourself, Al. I am doing your homework.”, you teased.

He finished brushing your hair and let the brush disappear.

“I never really bothered to try and find terms that described my sexual orientations. I just thought that either I never found the right one, or that I was a dysfunctional human in my society.”

“You weren’t dysfunctional, just different. And difference is what makes people special. Now you know what you could be. AroAce.”

“And you don’t have a problem with it ?”

“I will never have a problem with anything that makes you to you, Alastor. I like the Demon I got to know and be friends with. These small things don’t bother me, they just make you more and more unique. You are a rare gem in Hell, Al. At least to people like me.”

He looked at the crown of your head and smiled a big smile, appreciation in his eyes.

“Thank you, Cher, for accepting me the way I am.”

“Sure thing, Al. Now come on, let us cook something together, yeah ? Maybe some.... JAMBALAYA ?”, you said after a bit of suspense, to get him to really listen to you.

As soon as you mentioned his Mother’s most famous dish and his favorite dish too, he perked up happily and jumped up, you laughed and followed after him.

“You are in luck, my Dear ! I just so happened to suddenly be hungry ! You will love to eat my Mother’s recipe, you didn’t had it in AGES ! You poor thing must have forgotten the taste and delicious smell ! Hahaha ! That simply just won’t do !”, he babbled on and on.

You playfully rolled your eyes, a big smile on your face. You had Jambalaya like a week ago and he pretends like you didn’t have it in centuries. This man really was something, but you wouldn’t change him for the world.

You were both chopping up the ingredients, Alastor took off his Overcoat for that, dress shirt sleeves rolled up too, as you had the devilish idea to bully Alastor a bit. You grabbed a cup, filled it with water and, without your friend registering it quick enough, sprayed the water onto his dress shirt. He let out a surprised bleat and record screech too.

He looked at his wet spot with wide eyes, then to you. You had a smirk on your face and chuckled at how funny his reaction was until now.

“Oh...This means war, espèce de méchante petite creature (You evil little thing).”

Before you knew it, you were covered from head to toe in flour. Alastor cackled, while you pouted. You got some flour onto the palm of your hand and blew it onto Alastor’s pants. He went dead silent and cracked his neck towards you.

“How DARE you ruin my dress pants ?”, he said in offence, but it was obviously staged.

You grinned at him.

“Aww, is the big bad Radio Demon gonna cry, because I ruined his pants ?”, you playfully mocked.

Before you knew it, he tackled you and you slammed against the desk in the kitchen, then he started to tickle your sides and you started to laugh loudly.

“Revenge is sweet, Y/n, my Dear~”, he darkly purred out.

“St-stahahahahahap ! Ahahahahalahahahahstohohohor !”, you laughed out.

“What was that ? I think I couldn’t hear you~”

He continued to tickle you, until he saw that you couldn’t breathe anymore, then he stopped and put his forehead on yours. You let out a happy noise and rubbed your forehead against his gently, which made him let out a static purr.

Soon enough the both of you were cooking the Jambalaya together and you noticed that the flour was still open, you covered your hand in it, snuck up on Alastor and smacked his ass, leaving a white flour handprint on his pants. He jumped with a loud yelp and then turned to glare at you.

You just laughed and leaned on the table, after you felt like you could talk, you playfully mocked.

“That was for not stopping the tickles when I begged you to stop ! You deserved it. The revenge is MINE, Al !”

“You dirty little player ! You tricked me !”, he yelled in fake offence.

“At least your ass is sporting a beautiful new mark for everyone to see !”, you laughed out loudly.

“Cher, it wasn’t that hard to make it bruise.”, he teased.

You laughed louder. Boy he had no idea ! You couldn’t wait for someone to see the handprint on his pants !

As the food was almost finished, your friend sent you to the dining room, to sit down and wait for him to deliver the delicious Jambalaya. Angel and Charlie were also there, but they already had Dinner. As Alastor came in with his overcoat back on, Angel laughed loudly and Charlie gasped. You smirked and chuckled, while Alastor was thrown off by you, Charlie and Angel’s behavior, not knowing what was so funny.

“Hey...Al...?”

“Yes, Charlie, Dear ?”

“You...you have a white handprint on your pants, on your behind.”, she pointed out gently.

Angel busted out laughing, falling on the floor and rolling around in laughter. Alastor let in shock play a record screech, then he snapped his head to the perpetrator, you. You laughed loudly and wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Told you your ass is now sporting a beautiful new mark, for everyone to see !”

“You little Devil ! I will have my revenge !”, your friend threatened you.

“I know you will have it, one day. Now let us eat, before the Jambalaya is cold. We didn’t make it for nothing, Al !”

He set your plate down and then his own next to you, sitting down.

“Can’t believe it, my favorite pants too...How disgraceful...”, he muttered under his breath.

You chuckled.

“Oh, calm down you big baby. It’s just flour. I will wash it out for you, to make up for it.”

“You better.”, he fired back at you.

You smiled at him and gave him a gently kiss on the cheek, which made him shut up and smile.

“I will, Al. Now let us eat, yes ?”

“Alright.”

“Cuddles later ?”

Alastor hesitated and thought for a moment.

“....Yes. Cuddles later.”, he answered then and there.

You smiled and then dug into your plate of food, humming in delight as you savored the flavors exploding in your mouth. Alastor looked at you and smiled gently, then he dug in as well.

As you two were cuddling, Alastor had his head in your lap, laying on his stomach, and you scratched behind his ears, making him purr, while is tail wagged happily, you both felt oddly at peace. This kind of friendship felt special to you and you didn’t take it for granted. You looked at your friend with a gently smile, while he enjoyed the affection he got from you.

“Hey, Al ?”

“Hum ?”

“You’re a great friend. Thank you for today.”

At first Alastor was dead silent in shock, his tail froze and then it wagged even faster than before and a beautiful Jazz song played. His ears flicked gently and he seemed to have an honest smile on his face.

“You’re welcome, Cher. And you are also a great friend. Thank YOU for being stubborn to become my friend.”

You chuckled and continued to pet his ears.

“You’re welcome, Deer.”

[willsimpforanyone]

nico x nb or female reader smut... please :(( i can't find any anywhere and i love your connor stuff i've read them like a 100 times :(((

i'm so glad u like my connor stuff! he's a lot more popular than i realised he was lmao

this is nico with a nonbinary reader, obviously both of them are adults because they have their own flat and i'm literally jealous

Nico's hair has grown longer, I think to myself. Black and very slightly curly, spreading out over the pillow and easily within reach.

Far, far too tempting.

Cautiously, I reach my hand over the pillow and slip my fingers through his strands. They're silky-soft, and I twist some of it round my finger, smiling softly.

I keep going, combing through more and more of his hair until I'm gently scraping my nails over his scalp and untangling knots as carefully as I can. I'm so absorbed in my task that I don't notice a pair of dark eyes sleepily blinking open, black eyelashes fluttering at the feeling of his hair being played with.

"What're you doing?"

I have a small heart attack, instinctively smacking Nico on the shoulder in surprise. "Jesus- Nico! What the fuck?"

He laughs quietly, rubbing his shoulder where I hit him. "I literally just woke up, what is your problem?"

"You scared me!" I hiss, low and slightly raspy. "I didn't know you were awake."

He laughs again, reaching out and pawing at my hips, pulling me closer under the bedsheets. Nose to nose now, he blinks at me sleepily. "You didn't answer my question," he murmurs. "What were you doing?"

Slightly shy, I flush pink and reach one hand up to move some hair out his eyes. "I may," I whisper. "Have been playing with your hair."

"You don't sound very certain," Nico smirks, thumb absently rubbing circles up and down my ribs. I roll my eyes but grin, continuing to stroke his hair.

"It was just so pretty," I mumble, half hiding my face in the pillow. "You're a pretty guy with pretty hair, sue me."

He laughs quietly, leaning over and kissing my quickly. "I'm pretty, huh?"

"Oh, shut up." I hide my face in his neck this time, playfully tugging at the hair at the base of his head in retaliation. I freeze as I feel his breath hitch, and a wicked smile spreads over my lips.

I repeat the action, a little harder this time, and from Nico's throat crawls a moan that he clearly tried to stifle.

"Oh, that's interesting..." Three times the charm, just to check...

Pulling my head back from the crook of his neck, I look into his eyes, tugging his hair again and seeing his pale skin flare pink as he bites his lip, eyes darting anywhere but mine. Gently, I ease one of my legs between his, my hands running down his body to bring his hips closer to mine.

"Baby?" I whisper, smile playing at my lips. "Is this what you want?"

He flushes brighter, grumbling out his words. "...well I didn't know it was until about four seconds ago."

God, his voice is still sleepy and low, defenses down in this bubble of morning light and sheets and skin.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." I dip my head back into his neck, this time deliberately to press my lips along his skin. One hand sneaks back up into his hair, tangling my fingers into his long black locks.

I lightly suck at the point just below his ear, pulling gently at his hair, and Nico jerks his hips forward, a soft gasp breathed into my ear.

"That's it," I hum against his neck, tongue darting out and over his earlobe. "Keep going, sweetheart."

With the little encouragement, Nico's hands curl around my hips, slowly starting to grind himself against my thigh. His movements are slightly unsure, but I can feel his heartbeat pounding under my lips and I smile.

My fingers thread through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. I can hear him panting slightly in my ear and I feel heat simmering deliciously under my skin. I murmur soft encouragements into his ear, rocking my hips against him and feeling his cock twitch to life in his pyjama pants.

Mouth watering, I suck the faintest marks into the side of his throat. I manipulate his head, using his hair to pull his head back so I can lave over more of his skin. He gasps loudly as his head is forced back, hips sputtering against me and fingers digging into the flesh at my waist.

"Good?" I ask softly, words breathed into his ear.

Nodding, Nico stammers out a 'y-y-es-' in the softest, sweetest voice I've ever heard from him. Evidently, sleepy Nico is okay with showing some vulnerability. It's painfully adorable and I coo softly in his ear.

"Use my thigh, baby, you look so pretty like this." I scrape my nails over his scalp, loving the low moan that spills from his lips.

His hips get steadily faster, rutting firmly against my leg as he pants, squeezing his eyes shut. My hand grips at his hair, pulling his head further back so my lips can trail under his chin and over the other side of his neck, whispering praise and endearments into his skin.

His breath hitches as I roll us slightly so I'm on top of him, kneeling with one leg still between his, pushing firmly against his cock as he keeps grinding against me.

He looks like a vision, pale cheeks blushing red, soft lips parted and brow slightly furrowed with his eyes firmly closed, so focused on the feeling of pleasure building up low in his stomach. I press my lips against his, capturing him in a firm kiss just because he looks so gorgeous.

"Look at you, so needy," I tease, ghosting the words over his lips. Nico whines, digging his nails into my waist in protest. I laugh lightly. "Okay, okay, not at all needy, this is a perfectly reasonable reaction to having your hair pulled."

He opens his eyes to scowl up at me, and for a split second I remember that this is the son of Hades I have underneath me.

"Got it, I'll shut up."

One hand still firmly in his hair, I use my other hand to hold his hips, helping him ride my thigh. I glance down to see a damp patch on Nico's pyjama pants, precum staining the fabric and I have to swallow down the sudden flood of saliva that fills my mouth. Later, definitely later.

His hips start rocking faster and harder, stomach muscles tensing and I curl my fingers in his hair, experimentally yanking harder than i have before.

"F-fuck-!" Nico swears loudly, head flying back with his back arching slightly, rutting his cock hard against my leg, the material of his pants providing delicious friction. "Mm- I'm gonna... gods above, yes..."

It takes a well-timed yank and a few more thrusts to my leg to have him coming in his pants, warmth and wetness spreading through the material and soaking my leg. He gasps, one hand slapping over his mouth to muffle his noises, the other wrapping around my arm and gripping tightly.

I let him keep using me, grinding against my leg until he's finished. I duck my head to litter soft, warm kisses over his face, smiling and incredibly pleased with myself.

"You okay, Neeks?" I murmur, brushing my lips over his nose.

It takes a moment for his muscles to stop spasming and his breathing to even out, but eventually Nico moves his hand away from his mouth to reveal a small smile.

"Uh huh," he sighs, blinking up at me in a post-orgasm haze. "'m good, very good."

Releasing his hair from my grip, I stroke over his cheek and kiss him sweetly. "Good. Might want to get changed."

Looking down, he groans at the rapidly cooling, cum-stained pyjamas he's now wearing. "Ugh, gross." He looks up at me, grinning sleepily. "You're getting me new pyjamas, by the way. Off you go, the closet is there. You turn me on, you get me off, you deal with the consequences."

I roll my eyes but grin in return, reluctantly leaving the warm bed for the closet. "You're so lucky I love you."

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was this good? did i write a good smut? i haven't written in so long i don't know if this is good. anyway, thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being the Nonbinary Wilkerson Sibling

MASTERLIST | AO3

Pride Month 2024 #8

Relationship(s): The Wilkerson Family x nonbinary!Wilkerson!reader (platonic/familial)

Warnings: Coming out scene(s). Hal isn't completely accepting at first, but he's not outright transphobic. And, Ida is her typical self and is transphobic (but nothing is said explicitly). I've tried to make the reader's AGAB ambiguous, but apologies if anything's slipped through the cracks. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: I have no idea why it's taken me so long to write for Malcolm in the Middle. It's one of my favourite shows and I love these characters so much. I've got an idea for a MitM fic where the reader is Malcolm's best friend and when Malcolm goes away for college the reader befriends and starts dating Reese, so let me know if you'd be interested in reading that, or if you have any other requests you'd like me to write. I'm kind of obsessed with and fascinated by Lois and Francis, so there's a lot of Lois and Francis stuff in this. I'd love to write a follow up/companion piece to this fic, so if you've got any ideas for that, or if you'd like for me to come up with something myself, let me know.)

The first person in your family that you come out to is Jamie.

He can’t talk, or comprehend your words.

So, you get the benefits of finally admitting this thing that’s been weighing on you without it having any true consequence.

You’re babysitting him one day, when everyone else is out, and you say to him:

“Hey, Jamie. I know you have no idea what I’m saying but if I don’t say it soon I’m going to explode.”

He just looks at you blankly.

“I’m nonbinary. So, I’m not a boy like you, and I’m not a girl like mom.”

All you’re met with is another blank stare.

“Yeah, I must be going pretty insane if I’m trying to explain this in a way you’ll understand.”

The next logical choice is Francis.

After all, he’s far away and you don’t see him often, so you don’t have to live with him if he ends up rejecting you.

Not that you expect that from him, as your cool brother who respects pretty much everything that goes against tradition.

You call him one day, when you miraculously get the house to yourself.

“Francis, I need to tell you something.”

“You’re not calling me from jail, are you?”

“No.”

“Then, what is it?”

“I… I’m nonbinary.”

“The thing where you’re not really a boy or a girl?”

“Yeah, that.”

“How’d mom and dad take that one?”

“That’s the thing. I haven’t told them yet. Or Reese, Malcolm or Dewey.”

“So, I’m the first in the family to know?”

“After Jamie, if he counts.”

“Man, I can’t wait to shove that one in mom’s face.”

“Can you keep this to yourself? Until I’ve told them. I mean, you can tell Piama if you want.”

“Of course. I’ve kept worse secrets than this. Not that this is bad.”

“Thanks, Francis.”

“No problem. And, congrats. I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess. So… you’re okay with it?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Do you think everyone else will be okay with it?”

“If they’re not, they’ll probably come around. But, if they don’t, give me a call, alright?”

He paused, before speaking again.

“Do you like grandma?”

“Ida? Not really. Why?”

“Well, I think that she’d probably have a heart attack if you told her. So… do with that information what you will.”

You tell your family within the next month.

You choose to tell them when you’re having dinner one night.

If a fight breaks out, you figure it won’t be too different to your normal dinners.

Hal looks ever so slightly terrified.

Lois, for once, is at a loss for words, which scares you more than her yelling.

Reese is confused.

Malcolm and Dewey look surprised, albeit not overly shocked.

“What does that mean?” Reese questioned.

“It means…” Malcolm pauses as he looks at you, not sure how to refer to you yet. “You’re not a girl or a boy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But, you’re a-”

You cut Reese off.

“That’s not how I feel. And… I hope that you can all accept that, or try to accept that.”

Your eyes dart around everyone at the table, then you bite your lip and avert your gaze.

“So… do you think you guys can accept that?”

“Sweetheart-” Hal begins hesitantly, but Lois interrupts him.

“How long have you felt this way?”

Her voice is the most uncertain you’ve ever heard it be.

You can’t bring yourself to look up at her.

“Uh, a while.”

“And, you’re sure about it?”

“Do I have to be?”

“No.”

“Well, I am. Mostly.”

“Okay. Then, tell us what to do and we’ll do it.”

Surprised, you nervously tell your family what pronouns to use, and anything else they need to know.

It feels like such a relief.

Over the next few days, you overhear Reese asking Malcolm questions, but they’re both keeping their voices down so that you can’t make out what they’re saying (but you can infer the questions are about you).

Malcolm and Dewey adjust to the change the quickest.

Lois adjusts pretty quickly, too, no doubt because she’s that stubborn and determined not to slip up.

(Part of you wonders if she’s worried that getting it wrong or do anything to make you feel like you’re not accepted by her or the rest of the family will push you away like Francis)

Reese is trying his best, but he gets it wrong half the time, so Malcolm will make sure to correct him.

You notice that, at first, Hal avoids using pronouns for you as much as possible (and your name, if you asked for them to use a new one), and he has that look where he looks like he’s about to keel over and die, or like he’s having some kind of allergic reaction.

But, as time goes on, and with Lois and Malcolm’s insistence, he will try, and he will realise that all that matters is showing you that he loves you no matter what.

You find that Lois will fight for you in whatever way she can.

She overhears some judgemental mothers in the neighbourhood talking crap about you?

She will give them a piece of her mind.

If you’re still at school, and you want your teachers to use your pronouns (and your new name if you have one), then she will march down to the school and speak to the principal.

Your brothers will stand up for you, too.

Francis has told you to call him if anyone gives you a hard time.

If anyone’s a jerk to you, Reese will either punch them in the face or threaten them.

Malcolm will argue with anyone who gives you a hard time.

Dewey will secretly enact calculated revenge against anyone who upsets you, but will deny it when asked.

When Ida finds out about you, she will show up unannounced, storm into the house and start berating you and Lois.

Malcolm calls Francis, and it isn’t long before he turns up, too.

(Everyone knows that Francis will never turn down the opportunity to argue with someone, especially Lois or Ida)

It brings Francis and Lois together in a rare moment of solidarity, and they will spend hours upon hours in a screaming match with her.

(Somewhere along the line, you get the impression that they’ve all forgotten that the argument started with you at the centre)

Eventually, they’ll manage to get Ida to leave.

You’ll get up in the middle of the night to grab a drink and a snack, and you’ll find Lois sitting at the kitchen table, her head in her hands.

“Hey, Mom? I really appreciate you sticking up for me, but I always knew this wasn’t going to be easy. I can take people being assholes to me. You don’t have to keep standing up for me.”

She looks up at you, her exhaustion evident, but she’s still able to keep herself together, somehow.

“Honey, the world’s a cruel place, and it beats this family down enough without adding that gender stuff onto it. But, if that’s who you are, I’m not letting you face this alone. What kind of a mother would I be if I didn’t fight tooth and nail for you to be able to exist like everyone else?”