#x nonbinary reader

[deunmiu-dessie]

royalty!reader who's on the run from their tyrannical uncle who is hell-bent on taking the throne for himself. royalty!reader who's the sole surviving royal descendant. royalty!reader who finds themselves without shelter as the unforgiving winter of the north looms closer. royalty!reader who's stranded in a big, dark cavern, struggling to stay warm. royalty!reader who delves deeper into the cave, unknowingly awakening a sinister creature lurking in the shadows. dragon!lover who's large in all aspects. dragon!lover who can't help but tease the royal by threatening to eat them. dragon!lover who sleeps atop mountains of gold. dragon!lover who always runs hot. dragon!lover who blows smoke into your face constantly. dragon!lover whose voice literally rattles your bones. dragon!lover who begrudgingly allows you to stay in the cave. dragon!lover who figures, he'll put your body to good use during the winter as payment. ˙ᵕ˙

"you do not scare me, dragon."

with a quivering exhale, you feel the dragon's firm touch from behind, his warm lips caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. despite the cold draft in the spacious den, caspian burns with the intense, thick, molten fire that swells within his chest.

the aroma of smoke and the biting winter blizzard that howls just a few steps away permeate his scaly skin, a tantalizing combination that sets you aflame, igniting a fiery surge of warmth in the depths of your belly; leaving you intoxicated and dizzy under his searing touch. your nerves tighten like a coiled spring as his lips tantalizingly brush against the tender curve of your ear. "you should be scared."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

[invincibledc]

Tamaranean!reader: Happy birthday Wally! I have brought you the Thornak! *holds a crown made of meat*

The others look at the alien teen weirdly, but Wally starts to tear up as he hugs the Tamaranean.

Wally: Thanks babe…thanks. *you put it on him* best birthday ever!

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Poly!plastics x reader where reader has Diabetes type 1. Thank you so much!

Excuse to Leave

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; reader is diabetic, panic/worry mentions, brief swearing

|| Summary; when reader forgets their stash of snacks at home, they text their girlfriends for help. Just to be on the safe side.

Requests closed!

Started; December 29th

Finished; December 29th

~~~

Usually, you brought little snacky stuff with you to keep your sugar levels stable throughout the day. Today, you'd forgotten your stash at home. Only to realize when you were in the middle of first period, searching for one of those goodies.

"Shit," you muttered to yourself and raised your hand. The teacher looked to you, making a hand gesture for you to ask your question," can I go to the bathroom?"

"Hall pass is just on the ledge there," she nodded to the ledge of the chalkboard. You quickly stood, phone in your pocket. With quick hands you grabbed the pass, even quicker feet carrying you out of the room. Leaving the teacher and a few students (the ones who had been actually paying attention) to wonder why you were leaving so fast. The teacher knew you were diabetic and had a certain feeling in her gut that something might've been wrong. However, you were the type to say if there was. For the more immediate matters, anyway. Because of that, the teacher didn't think too hard on it.

You rushed to the bathroom. The thuds of your shoes echoing off the lockers. Reaching into your pocket, you fumbled getting your phone out. The stupid corners getting caught on the fabric of your pants.

"Come on, please.. there!" Your fist pumped in triumph, getting out your phone and quickly texting the group chat you shared with your girlfriends. One of them had bound to be on their phone right now. There was always at least one active. Especially in the middle of class. To your luck, it was Regina who responded to your text. The one that had the car.

You; I forgot my snacks at home!!

Regina; need me to pick something up?

Regina; i'm dying for a reason to get out of class

You; please, anything with sugar

Karen; ooo i luv sureger!!! i have sum!!

Gretchen; she's like always got something candy in her bag, i can bring some to you! where are you?

Relief filled you. You should have remembered Karen's habit of keeping sweets with her, luckily Gretchen remembered and was offering to bring it to you. Meanwhile Regina, was grumbling in class because she really wanted the excuse to leave. She decided to just do it anyway, heading to the bathroom after you texted you'd meet Gretchen there.

In the bathroom, Gretchen handed you a couple of snacks. Some of which happened to be your favourite, making you wonder if Karen carried those with her on purpose. If she knew you liked them.

"Here! Will this be enough for the day?" Gretchen asked, her tone rushed and laced with worry. Her eyes searching your own for any signs that something was wrong.

"Please say no so I can go to the gas station," Regina said, making her presence known when she walked in. You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head.

"It should be fine, but you can still go Reggie, who knows. Maybe I'll need backups, hell I should probably keep a stash in my locker anyway," you thought out loud. You really wished you'd come up with that idea sooner. Regina smirked at that, looking thrilled to have a reason to leave school property. Not that her mom was one that would care anyway, but if any teachers asked... well, you were just the perfect excuse she needed.

[pandagyaru]

What we use to be..

Pairing: Jasper x Implied Nonbinary/Male reader (Not really specified but like its a major plot point here that the reader isn't a woman)

Rating: None

Type: Angst to fluff

"Get away from me. I never wanna see you again" The words. His tone. The hatred in his eyes. It still haunts you to your core, even tho it was centuries ago. You'll never forget the way he made you feel that night. You pleaded with him, asked him to give you a reason to his sudden coldness; but he didn't answer. All he did was slam the door in your face and cast you aside, like some poor rabbit you drained the blood of. Now centuries later, you move to a new area. Pretending to be a high school student. You just needed to leave your last home, throwing away everything that you kept to remember him by; all but one thing. A locket he gifted you with a picture of him in it. The picture is old and faded now, yellowed and on the verge of withering away but you keep it dearly, can't bring yourself to part with it. It clings to your neck like a lifeline, you sometimes fidget with it out of habit.

You sit in your classroom alone, the bell hasn't even rang yet but you stare out the window; watching as rain drops race each other to the window sill. Students start pouring into the class, taking their seats. You look over to see a girl with long brown hair sits next to you. She smiles at you and waves awkwardly.

"I'm bella" She says, laying her notebooks down on the desk. You smile at her and raise your hand to her. She takes it.

"Im (Y/N), I just moved here" You state. She chuckles a little and gives you a jokingly weird look.

"out of all places to move, you pick forks? this place is like the last place I'd wanna move" She says, tucking her hair behind her ear. You look away from her and sigh.

"I needed a fresh start, and I quite like the doom and gloom of this place" You half joke, turning to her and smiling wide. You don't know what it is about this girl, but you like her. The bell rings just as the teacher steps in the room, ending yours and Bella's playful chatter.

By the time Lunch rolls around, you're hanging by Bella and her friends. They seem to take a liking to you immediately. You like them also, they bring a nice aura around that you need. That is until, you feel eyes on you. You look around to see gold eyes staring at you. Bella looks over with you.

"Don't mind him, that's my boyfriend Edward" She explains, slowly waving at him. He waves back. but you're not really paying attention him. If you had a heart, it would've stopped again. There sitting next to Edward, was Jasper. He has a pretty brunette attached to his arm, he looks happy. You feel a pang in your chest at the thought, he's over there happy and you can't get over him. You grab a hold of the locket on your chest, rubbing the metal on it to calm yourself. You look away from him, missing the way that Edward gets his attention.

"Do you know them?" Edward asks him, pointing to you. Jasper looks over and thinks. You lift your head a bit to look at Jessica as she compliments your locket. Jasper's eyes snap to it, it looks so familiar to him; yet he can't place it. Then he sees it, the big J carved into it messily. His mouth falls open slightly and he stands up. His chair scrapes the floor slightly and it catches the attention of your whole table. You and Jasper make eye contact, he has no doubt that it's you. You still look the same as the day he lost you, to his own thoughts and insecurities. He walks over to you and grabs your arm, lifting you up and dragging you to an empty room. You try to break free, yelling at him to let go. He pins you to a desk and just stares at you. You push at his chest, God you're lucky you can't cry or you'd be sobbing right now. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers to you. You blink at him and don't answer. He looks so pretty in this light, even when he's practically holding you hostage. He shakes you slightly "ANSWER ME" You flinch and look him in the eyes.

"Why'd you leave me?" You mutter. He breaks eye contact with you and lets go of your wrists. He paces the space in front of you.

"it was 1861, people weren't exactly open to what we were back then" He mutters, but you catch it. Of course you do.

"We could've worked it out! Clearly were both here now! We could've lasted Jasper!" You yell at him. He looks over at you, slamming you into the desk again.

"Did you suspect we'd both be here now? 142 years later?!" He shouts in your face. You look down.

"No, I never thought i'd see you again. I thought you'd only live on as a memory or a photo I kept" You whisper. He looks down at the locket, he grips it and opens it. There it is, a picture of a 17 year old him. He stares at it and then looks at you. He grabs your face, kissing you. You freeze and stare at him. Slowly your eyes close and wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. That is until you remember the girl that was attached to him, you push him away; wiping your mouth.

"What about the girl that was hanging onto your arm?!" You say, staring him down. He looks at you, thinking and then he starts laughing at you.

"That girl is one of my sisters, I swear nothing like that is going on. I haven't been able to stop thinking of you. ever since that day I lost you, due to my own selfishness" He says, grabbing you and just embracing you. You lean into him and hug him back.

"We'll be okay?" You ask. He looks at you.

"We'll be okay"

So uhm, how was that? I've got bad Twilight brain rn and I think its cause its fall. Yes, they are implied to be a fated pair, even before they were turned. also I'm sorry if its bad, I haven't written in forever.

LOVE YA

[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.

[campeyourdiems]

Hey! I really REALLY love all the David hc's and they are making me into camp for even longer then I thought I would be (been here for four years)! I was really hoping I could get some headcannons of David x S/O (any gender) who just likes sitting on his lap and hugging him while resting theyr head on his chest and/or shoulder? Nothing nsfw just cuddly when they are alone but most of the time stern and stoic with others? (The personality doesn't really need to be included!)

heya, glad you've liked them. :3 i'm gonna be honest, i haven't written anything for this fandom in about a year or more at this point [i'm not really sure] n i haven't entirely been into it for a while. that being said, i've been wanting to try to write more lately, so this is a pretty good excuse to.

David x Stoic Reader who Enjoys Sitting on His Lap

warnings: none

so, it's not super often that David has a chance to really sit down, he spends most of his time standing and running around

the only time he really gets to relax is when the campers are all [supposedly] asleep and in their tents for the night. even then he has a habit of taking walks due to his insomnia.

that being said, if you were to grab him in the right moment, he'd be happy to sit with you.

if you'd like he could play with your hair and stuff, especially if it's something that helps you relax after a rough day.

i will say he was initially a bit flustered by the idea, it wasn't something he'd expected you to enjoy and it was definitely something pretty intimate. that's not to say he took issue with it, of course, he was quite happy with it.

often ends up talking to you while you sit together, though that's to be expected. but if you'd prefer it to be quiet, he'd definitely oblige.

i feel like it's something that'd get him to relax enough to fall asleep at times, especially as you get further into your relationship. probably ends up apologizing a good number of times for it the first time it happens before you stop him.

i think it'd become a nice nightly routine. he still has his walks, taking you along if you'd like, but i think it'd be something he'd like to do before bed.

we all know this man is touch starved as all hell, he's GONNA make time for affection. [when he's able to]

tags:@masquerade-chaos,@invaderan,@artist-ember, @dominusfero

(sorry for the first tag in 50 years, if you'd like taken off lmk)

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Psssst, it's me, J, I may have a wonderful little request, but may I offer

Leona x ray of sunshine nonbinary reader, with top Leona trying to corrupt the reader with any kink of your choosing?

Oh, my dear, you have no idea how much I adore corruption~ This one may be a bit longer, but nonetheless, please enjoy~

Title: A King's Corruption

Characters: Top!Leona x Bottom!Enby!Reader

Contains: corruption, rough sex, choking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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"Hey...I wanna try something new."

Leona gazed down at you from his hovered position, arms resting on either side of your head. His expression was serious but laced with hesitance. You two were in Leona's bed together, his large blanket over the both of you as if to cover the devil's dance when he asked his question.

"Oh Leona, of course! You know I don't mind trying new things with you." You softly smiled, gently caressing his face to further reassure the beastman. "What is it?"

"Well...it's a couple things but...first. I was wondering if...I could go rougher tonight."

He was always gentle with you. Despite his demeanor, he always played with you like you were fragile, and you didn't mind it. You adored how soft he could be, how careful yet filling he felt when thrusting into you. Though you had to admit, you felt as if something could be done to spice that up, you were just unsure of how to bring it up.

Though this didn't mean you were without hesitation. "Well...rougher how?"

"I'm...not sure? I just...I want to use my hands a bit more, move harder..."

In all honesty, you weren't sure how you would feel about this, but instead of shutting him down, you replied, "Let's try tonight. Nothing crazy, but you can use your hands a bit more, okay?"

---

Leona carefully thrusted into you, his speed his typical, gentle pace, though this time he had your wrists pinned with his hands, the tips of his claws pressing ever so carefully into your skin. The air was full of sound, moans and gentle skin slapping.

"L-Leona~"

You had to admit, being pinned like this was quite blissful. Despite his gentle movements, you felt at his mercy, and it was quite exciting to feel. This was definitely more than okay with you now, considering just how incredible it felt under his hands.

Then, without thinking, you uttered, "H-Harder...~"

Leona's thrusts sputtered before stalling, as if he had to reach deep within himself to keep control. "A-Are you sure?"

You nodded with a hum, more than certain.

Though you consented, Leona was still careful as his roughness increased, yet that small bit was enough to pitch your moans, your head digging into the pillow. Who knew such little changes would feel so pleasant?

"F-Fuck~! L-Leona~!"

---

Whenever you two were together in bed, a little bit would always be added at your approval. At one point, Leona had brought up the other thing he wanted to do, which was choking. Now that one you were hesitant on, but after your trial sessions similar to the roughness tests, you found that it was just as exhilerating. Throughout it all, you had wondered why you never brought it up before, or rather why you couldn't, but you were always greatful that Leona did so, saving you the trouble.

It wasn't until one night, after many many nights of boundary testing, you two were once again in Leona's bed. He was moving at a pace and roughness that would make demons blush. His hands clutched at the bedsheets beside your head, growling and panting as he fucked your hole with wild abandon. The way you screamed his name had urged him on so much that he was practically feral.

"L-Leona~! S-So good~ S-So fucking good~!"

Though one thing he wasn't expecting just yet was for you to grip at his wrist, startling him to let go of the sheets as you directed his hand over to your neck, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

His heart throbbed with desire, his cock twitching inside of you as he gripped the sides of your neck, cutting off the bloodflow to your head as it gave you a blissful, fucked out expression. This was what he wanted to see. That sweet face he saw everyday, that sunshine-like, sweet person, reduced to a cock hungry mess.

Leona released your throat, giving you a moment's rest before gripping once more, slightly tighter. He gave a breathy, gravely chuckle as he watched you squirm below him with pitching moans.

"Y-You're doing so good for me~ Now...l-let's get you to cum like this~"

[in-act-ive]

Carl Grimes x NB/GN!exhausted!reader

Request : nope

Type : headcanons

A / N : I personally am a exhausted human being and Carl is very high energy and i need some serotonin! So take some fluff. I was unironically exhausted while writing the majority of these

Carl is very much a morning person while you on the other hand would much rather stay in bed than get up

This contrasts when you're up late at night and Carl just wants to sleep but also wants to make sure you get to bed on time

Carl isn't soley dependent on physical touch but he does like it

He especially likes to lay his head on your chest or lap while you stay up late so he can sleep but still be near you

He especially likes holding hands with you, his favorite his running his thumb over the back of your hand

Carl loves when you're especially exhausted cause you just seem to melt into him and hold him down

Rick and Daryl are tired of the excuse of "they fell asleep on me" being used to get out of work

When you two are out and about there is a clear difference, he has a small bounce when he runs or walks while you seem to be the only thing keeping him from running off like the puppy he is

Carl is very protective of you for some reason

You can defend yourself, he knows it

But he still feels the need to protect you like theres no tomorrow

He blames it on the ' Grimes Family curse '* but you just roll your eyes at him and tell him your fine

One of his favorite things is when you fall asleep sitting up with your head laying back

He'll take his hat off and set it over your eyes

Carl finds it hilarious when you come up behind him and set your head against his neck / back or you put your head on his shoulder just to sleep

He'll make sure not to move unless he starts to fall

Most days when he's just sitting around he'll let you lay on him

He especially loves ot when you curl up in his lap and you push your face into his neck to shield your eyes from the sun

He's definitely the golden retriever while your the black cat

He is really tough when you're around other people like always

He's been through a lot and you let him ramble to you and you listen, never falling asleep

It annoys the hell out of you that he doesn't give you a lot of attention when your out in public cause he wants to look cool

When you two are alone and you fall asleep on him he'll put his hand on your thigh or wrap his arm around your shoulders

He really just wants you to sleep and sleep well so he can spend more time with you even if you're still exhausted

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

[bingbongsupremacy]

Camp Hawkins AU Pt. 2

pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N.

The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.

Summary Overall: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Pt. 2 Summary: You've been avoiding Steve ever since you caught him and and Nancy making out at the Lake. Unfortunately, you can't avoid him forever. While helping him clean up after a messy s'more night, he approaches you.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List Part 1 Stranger Things Masterlist

*****

It's been two weeks.

I've done my best to avoid Steve and Nancy as much as possible, which is proving to be a very hard thing to do.

Morning meetings are the worst. Every morning at 5 am, the counselors are expected to meet at the dining hall for a brief run down of the day. Usually everyone is still in their PJ's, hoping the meeting will be short enough for everyone to catch a few more minutes of sleep before the kids get up.

The mornings are usually pretty cold. Almost everyone shows up in some sort of jacket or sweat shirt. Not Steve. Every morning he comes dressed in a nice fitting T, perfectly showing off his arms.

Stop staring at Steve.

Stupid crush. Stupid fucking crush.

I force myself to look away from Steve. Instead of his usual spot by Nancy, he's decided to take a seat next to Robin and Vickie, one of the other camp cooks.

" If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on Harrington. " Eddie's voice is teasing but quiet.

I snap my head towards him. " Do not. " I state sternly, fear running through my veins. He can't find out.

Eddie chuckles. " You sure do stare a lot for someone without a crush. " Eddie's elbows rest comfortably against the table. His legs are sprawled out, not bothering how much room they take up. His hair is tossed up into a sleepy bun, a rare sight for the man who always has his hair down. " Don't worry, I won't tell. " He raises a finger to his lips, indicating my secret is safe with him. He winks, sending a flurry of embarrassment running through me.

I've never liked Eddie like that, but he sure does know how to fluster someone.

" I don't like him. " I insist. " So you don't have anything to keep secret. "

Eddie nods mockingly. " That's not what Henderson told me...but if you insist..." He holds his hands up in surrender.

I let out a small groan. Of course Dustin blabbed to Eddie. Dustin tells Eddie everything. Nothing even happened, I don't understand why Dustin spinned it to sound like we made out.

" Is everything alright over there? " Hopper asks, looking over at me and Eddie. " Are you feeling alright? "

" Yeah, perfectly fine. Just a little headache. " I lie.

" Well, if you're alright, we'll get back to today's agenda..."

My eyes scan across the table. Across the way, Steve's eyes meet mine. On his face is a small look of...confusion?

This is going to be a tough morning.

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The loud chatter of happy campers slowly fades away as the large oak dining hall doors close. Soon, Steve and I are left alone in the echoing room.

I begin picking up various chocolate wrappers on the floor the tables. They'd somehow managed to completely trash the dining hall in a single hour.

" So..." Steve begins, cutting through the silence. " are you and Eddie...a thing? " He asks calmly, glancing over at me from the table he's wiping down.

I let out a small laugh. " Me and Eddie? No. No way. He's...not my type. " The constant smell of weed is headache inducing. Frankly, it's confusing how Hopper hasn't fired him for drugs. He doesn't sell to kids but that definitely doesn't mean he doesn't sell to other of age counselors.

Plus he's not really into relationships. He's more of a hit it and quit it type.

" What is your type? " Steve asks. I feel his gaze on me as I start scrubbing one of the tables with a wet rag.

" Not Eddie, that's for sure. " I scrub a little harder at a hardened drop of melted marshmallow. " I like guys who...I don't know, like the same things as me. Why do you ask? " I don't understand why he gives a shit about my love life.

Steve shrugs, his gaze finally moving away. " I saw you and him this morning and I thought maybe you were dating or something. It's stupid, it doesn't matter. "

" Still single. " I mumble.

A thick silence settles in the room. Once again, Steve is the one to break it.

" Are you mad at me? " His voice is soft, like he's worried or something.

I look over at the brunette. " No. " I reply honestly. " Why would you think that? "

We both pause where we are, instead occupying ourselves by looking at each other. We're both trying to read each other.

Steve shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. " You just seem...distant. I don't know, ever since you caught Nance and I at the lake we don't talk anymore. Did I do something? "

I shake my head. " You...you didn't do anything. "

" Then why are you avoiding me? "

If I tell him he'll probably get weirded out. I mean, how awkward is it to be around someone who has a massive crush on you when you don't reciprocate the feeling?

But it might help me get over him if he stops actively trying to talk to me.

I'm going to do it. I need to. Fuck, but what about Nancy?

Fuck Nancy. I need to get over this man. This handsome, kind man.

" I have a crush on you, okay? " I blurt out. " It's stupid, I know. You're with Nancy, I understand that. "

His eyes widen in surprise. " What? "

" I don't want to make things awkward. I'm trying to get over you, that's why I'm avoiding you. Fuck, can you please just stop asking questions now? You got your answer. "

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. I did it. I told him.

" I like you to. " Steve pushes himself away from the table he's leaned against. He walks towards me.

My eyes go wide. " What? "

He's joking. Right? He has to be joking.

No this has to be a dream, some weird fucking dream. In no universe would Steve Fucking Harrington like me back.

" I like you too. " Steve finally makes it to me. He stands a close, leaving only a few inches of space between us. His eyes stare into mine, a small smile resting on his lips. " I have liked you for the past couple of years. "

I shake my head, stepping back to put some distance between us. " You're with Nancy. You can't like me. That's fucked up. I don't want to be a homewrecker-I can't be. You-you and Nancy are good together. "

Steve shakes his head. " We're not together, Y/N. I broke up with her. For good this time. " He sighs, running a hand through his hair. " Just because we're good together doesn't mean we're meant to be together. "

I'm the reason they broke up. Robin was right. I'm the fucking worst. Who ruins a relationship? I mean, I didn't know I was ruining it, but Steve's crush on me ruined everything for them. Nancy probably hates me.

" Nancy has known about my crush for a while. " Steve admits nervously. " That's why we've broken up so much. I-no matter what I do I can't get you out of my fucking head. " He lets out a frustrated sigh. " Your smile, your eyes, fuck it's all I see at night. I sound insane, I know, but I don't know what to do. I can't just be in a relationship with someone else when all I think about is you. "

I continue to create space between us. " So I'm the reason you guys broke up? " Guilt begins to build up in my stomach.

" No! " Steve shakes his head. " You-you didn't do anything. There were plenty of other problems involved with our break up. This wasn't your fault. Honestly, this has been building up for years. Even if I didn't have a crush on you, Nancy and I probably would've split for good anyways. "

I still feel horrible. Like I contributed to their break up.

" Please, Y/N. You have to believe me. This wasn't your fault. "

I search Steve's eyes for any sign of lying. His expression is desperate, like he's scared I'm going to leave.

I stop.

Relief floods Steve's face.

" You really like me? " I ask quietly, scared he's going to laugh and make fun of me for believing him. He did have a mean streak in high school. I thought he grew out of it though.

" I swear on my life, I like you. " Steve's expression is sincere. " I like you so much sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode. "

I smile at the man. I never would have imagined this would happen. " I like you too. "

Steve begins to walk towards me again. This time, I don't run away. Once he's a few inches from me, he gently takes my hand. " Will you go on date with me, Y/N. "

" I would love to, Steve. "

[urfavbooblover]

Letter with lipstick || Ada Wong x female reader

Warnings: none

(remind me if I missed any)

- Resident evil 4 masterlist link -

Y/N’s pov:

Earlier:

Sitting on my bed, i stared down at the letter in my hands. Her handwriting was beautiful, less of the words she wrote to me. She’s on a mission again, all the way in spain and couldn’t tell me one thing about it, neither why she was there. “It’s important”, she committed to the paper i was holding.

She just ended the letter with “Love, Ada”, as my eyes landed on the kiss she placed right next to it, with the lipstick she always wore. The kinda red i love seeing on her and she knew all about it. I let out a sigh, “The woman that you are, Ada.”, i said, folding it together again.

Ada and I are close, too close just to be partners. We ‘slipped’ one time and in the next moment you saw our lips all up on each others.

I missed her. I couldn’t stand the thought of now not seeing her again for who knows how long. She’s good at what she’s doing, fulfilling her job just for everyone to be more than satisfied and i was feeling proud of her, for how far she has come. But the thought of losing her, especially when she’s so far away, has taken over my brain.

I informed myself about the situation, asking everybody for detailed answers. Anybody needs to know where she’s at, no? They weren’t down right away to tell me, but eventually gave in. Who were they to stop her from going there? Exactly, she did her own thing, going after what’s happening in rural spain.

“I need you to take me there.”, i commanded, standing tall against them. There was nothing they could do about this either. I’m not easily giving up, someone must have the trust to let me ‘surprise’ my woman. At least that’s what i liked to call it. I know Ada will be more than caught off to see me, however she wouldn’t mind. Quite the opposite. I can’t expect much different than a nice welcome.

Present:

Now here i am. I’ve been dropped off by the helicopter and one of my kind co workers who brought me to this place. I can thank him a lot for this, i guess i owe him something but that’s not my worry yet. I have to find her. So i didn’t think much, i rather started looking at the area around me.

It looks like a farm, the area is completely destroyed. I walked over dead bodies, scrunching up my face in confusion. Nothing i’ve never seen before, but someone must’ve been the cause of this. Was it Ada?

I was informed about a little story, so i went careful into this. I was here for only one thing actually. Ada. Whatever comes in my way isn’t as much as important as her, nothing is. No one else. I was ready to be confronted by her pretty self and sped up my walking through the paths and winding ways.

I was prepared for everything. I had my weapons and all that i could possibly need. I’d do anything to bring us both out of here. Anything for us. She surely knows i don’t give up easily and most definitely wouldn’t on her. No one even compares to her and the way she makes me feel. There’s no one quite like Ada.

I needed answers though. Am i really on the right track? I guess i was answering my own questions and thoughts when i came across a giant creature laying eliminated on the ground. Who else could’ve defeated it? She was here, i was more than convinced.

I jogged along the stony and muddy path, when i suddenly heard something. I slowly moved forwards to where those sounds came from, confirming myself that i’m hearing voices. It was all blurry and i didn’t know whose it might be. Till i made out the statute of a familiar woman. My eyes landed on her, my woman.

“No way..”, i whispered to myself, taking one more step towards her. “Ada!”, i shouted, catching her attention. Her body turned around, slightly facing me. I felt something in my stomach, when i saw her face. She immediately recognized me, her gaze softening but then again with confusion written all over her. She was completely stunned and couldn’t seem to move.

“Y/N?”, she said in a questioning tone, as i moved over to where she was standing. I was about to open my mouth, before i glanced down. A man stood there, his eyebrows were furried together as my face expression could be read as jealous. Who the fuck is he?

“Y/N. Look at me.”, i heard her soothing voice close to my face, interrupting my staring interaction with that guy. I slowly turned my head, seeing the slight worry on her. “What are you doing here? How did you get here in the first place? Are you hurt?”, she placed her hand on my arm, only ever showing so much weakness around me.

“I’m okay, Ada. I came here just for one reason, it was a pretty long flight.”, i explained, looking into her eyes that always shined so beautiful. “What about you?”, i asked as she moved her hand down to grab my own. “I’m on this mission, i was doing fine till i saw you. Now i’m feeling even better.”, she gave me a small wink before that strange man interrupted us.

“Uhm? I’m still here.”, he said in a nervous tone, letting out a playful chuckle. “Who is-“, “I have a deal with him.”, Ada interrupted my question, knowing what i was about to ask. She knew how protective i can be of her. Not in a controlling way though, most things i do are out of worry, making sure she’s doing as okay as she always claims.

“I got a name too, lady.”, “I’m Luis. You must be that girlfriend Ada kept mentioning and talking about.”, he continued. Ada’s eyes widened in response as a smirk formed on my face. So she called me her girlfriend behind my back? “Well yes i am.”, i confirmed very proudly, as i could see a rose color appear on her cheeks.

I placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, taking her hand in mine. “I missed you, Ada.”, i whispered and watched her nervous state. “I missed you even more, Y/N.” I smiled at her, before looking down at Luis once more. “You surely don’t mind.”, i said, pulling Ada with me as we walked away from that scene.

“Hey! How am i supposed to get up here though?!”, Luis yelled after us, all desperate. We both chuckled to ourselves and i took Ada to a quiet place. I moved close to her body, our face just a few inches apart. “I came here just for you.”, i whispered, tilting my head a little to the side.

“Oh what would i do without you, Y/N.”, Ada responded in her typical flirty voice. “Be glad you have me.”, i muttered, closing the gap between us. It’s been way too long since the last time i felt her soft lips against mine. They tasted just like cherries.

[socialist-autist]

🇨🇦 | Winter car troubles.

fandom: Hetalia. pairing: Canada x gender neutral reader. summary: You have just recently moved to Canada and are experiencing a harsh Canadian winter for the first time. Your cute neighbor, Matthew, notices you struggling with your car and offers his help. genre: Meet-cute, fluff. warning(s): Light cursing. word count: 1,909 words. authors note: uhhh not sure how much I like this but practice makes best right?

Maybe moving to Toronto was a mistake.

You look out the window worriedly, sighing and shifting on your feet before taking a sip from your cup of coffee. The view outside was gorgeous but worrying. Apparently, yesterday's light snowfall had devolved into a raging snowstorm while you were sleeping. The streets were covered in a thick layer of powder snow, making every surface white and shimmery. The trees outside looked white, their branches bearing a similar thick layer of snow as on the ground. The snowfall had calmed down significantly, barely a snowflake to be seen, but had left a small winter wonderland in the Canadian city. Unfortunately, the beautiful sight also meant everything was freezing and under the glistening snow hid a thin but dangerous layer of ice.

You sigh, tearing your eyes from the painfully white scene and deciding to get ready instead. You had never experienced a true Canadian winter, leaving you unsure about what to expect. Despite the new, unexpected, challenge you still had to get to work. After throwing on your work clothes, you make your way to your front door. The thick coat you had thought wise to invest in when the weather turned colder would keep you warm enough, your boots armed with grips on their soles to keep you from slipping. You open the front door, being immediately met with a rush of cold air, unpleasant air.

You step outside and close your door, humming a bit. After a minute or so of being in the cold, it really wasn't so bad. The breathtaking snow laden neighborhood helped too. You look around as you walk to your car, smiling to yourself. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Sure, it was cold but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. With renewed hopes for a comfortable future, you reach into your pocket and pull out your car keys. Those renewed hopes were quickly crushed as you encountered your newest challenge. You align your key with the hole and attempt to push it in. Keyword, attempt. You tried your best, really! They key however, clearly hellbent on ruining your day, would not go in.

These attempts repeated for about 5 minutes before you gave up, staring at your car door confused and incredulous. You'd checked the keyhole, nothing was in there that you could see. You huff and frown, considering breaking your car window to get in when you heard a voice from behind you, "Excuse me, are you alright there eh?" the soft voice inquires. You turn around quickly, letting out a surprised sound at how close the stranger stood behind you. You didn't hear him walk up at all. Must have been the snow muffling any noise. You stutter a bit, surprised, "I'm alright, just having some car troubles" you explain, suddenly feeling embarrassed. How long had he been watching you struggle with your car key? God, that's such a stupid problem.

Now that the initial surprise of his appearance died down, you take a better look at him. He had fluffy blond hair, round violet eyes you could have gotten lost in, and was wearing rectangular glasses. He was wearing a mountie uniform, a soft, kind smile on his face. He looked handsome. You smile back nervously, now even more worried about looking stupid in front of the mysterious handsome man. An amused look crosses his face at your response, "If you're having trouble getting your key in, your car lock is probably frozen" he supplies helpfully. In spite of the bitter cold air, you feel your face heat up. His voice was surprisingly high at first, but it fit him. His tone was so soft, his voice low but not as if he was whispering. It was relaxing and mesmerizing. You swore you heard a faint French accent too. After internally gushing about the stranger's voice, you finally processed what he had actually said, "Oh! That can happen?" you ask, surprised. He nods and you could've sworn his face was getting red too. It must've been the cold.

After the flustering rush of emotions, the next thing you feel is panic, "Shit! Frozen?! I can't, I have to leave-" you pause momentarily to check the time, "now! Fuck!" you curse under your breath, looking frazzled. Okay, maybe you could call a taxi and- your rush of thoughts were interrupted by the pretty stranger speaking up again, "It isn't that hard to defrost it but if you need to leave now, I'm leaving for work too, I could give you a lift eh?" he proposes, his kind, uniquely violet eyes fixated on you. You paused for a second. You aren't stupid or naive. You shouldn't be getting into strange men's cars, no matter how good they look. But if you were late for work you might get reprimanded and that definitely wouldn't be good. Seeing your hesitation, the stranger starts to apologize for making such a bold proposition. You look at your car again before deciding to throw caution to the wind and accept his offer. You reassure him it was okay and he was sweet for offering his help. Did his face get redder? You then tell him that, if it really wasn't any bother, you'd really appreciate a ride.

Next thing you know, you're in the handsome strangers car, which smells, surprisingly strongly, of maple syrup. He has a polar bear cub on the backseat he occasionally throws a quip at. On your way to your work, you start talking to him. You need to coax him a bit, he seems shy and reserved. Turns out, he's your next door neighbor, "Really? How come I've never noticed you? I could've sworn I've met all my neighbors..." you muse, a bit puzzled. What you could swear is an upset look flashes across his face before he shrugs, "People don't notice me often, I blend into the background a lot apparently" he explains in a small mumble as he takes a left turn. You hum, feeling slightly bad for not noticing him before. A smile creeps onto your face as you shrug too, "Well, we've met now, and I'm glad for it. I can't believe I didn't notice a face like yours" you shoot back, deciding to test the waters a bit. His face flushes as he glances at you, smiling almost nervously, "Ah, thank you eh" he replies, mumbling more than usual. The polar bear cub swings at him from the backseat and he squeaks a bit, reprimanding it in a soft voice. You smile to yourself, cute.

The rest of the drive passes by much the same way. You learn his name is Matthew Williams, he has a brother, he is a mountie and has been living in Canada forever now. He offers to come help you unfreeze your car lock once he's home and you take him up on the offer. The more you get to know him, the more you feel yourself melt and get swept up in the coup de foudre more. You throw the occasional flirty glance or comment, savoring his red face and seeming inability to answer to them in any way. Despite the shy and easily flustered side of his personality, you gather Matthew is actually quite sassy. He talks to you about the other neighbors, making passive aggressive comments and sassy remarks about their behavior, making you giggle and smile almost uncontrollably. Surprising yourself, you find you are sad when it comes time to leave the car and head into the workplace. You don't usually take to people this quickly. Matthew smiles at you and tells you he'll back to pick you up when you end work.

And so he does. He shows up exactly when you told him you'd end. You hop in his car and he starts driving back to your homes. The drive back is just as fun as the drive there. You both talk and laugh and discuss how your work days went. You feel like it took about half the time it usually does to get home. Once Matthew pulls into his driveway and parks the car, you both get out and head over to your car. He takes a look at it and instructs you to wait before heading inside his house. He comes back out with an aerosol deicer and sprays the keyhole, then moves back. It does the trick, your key works now. He hands you the spray can with a smile, "You should keep it, you'll need it again and I have too many eh" he tells you. You take the deicer, sighing, "Matthew, you're too nice. Come over for dinner at least, let me make you something!" you offer, his cheeks starting to become red again. After reassuring him it wasn't much trouble, he accepts and you agree to meet at your house in an hour and a half.

The time passes quickly and before you know it, you hear your doorbell ring. You rush over, opening the door nervously and inviting Matthew in from the biting cold. You've both changed into more comfortable clothes, and he looks just as good as he does in a uniform. The polar bear cub follows him into the house, staying close to his leg. He thanks you for the dish as you both sit down to eat, complimenting you on it, and your house decor, all throughout the meal. You, in turn, thank him for driving you to and back from work, slipping in some flirtatious compliments about his looks. He must be more comfortable because this time, he returns the flirting awkwardly but you can tell he's trying to be serious about it. A quick dinner turns into a gossip session, turns into just talking about anything and everything and before you know it, its been 3 hours.

You laugh at the story Matthew just told you, looking at the clock, "Oh god, its so late, I should be going to sleep soon" you point out, feeling a small pang in your chest. You don't want to stop or for him to leave but you both need sleep. He looks up at the clock and makes a small gasp, nodding, "You're right, I should get going too. Thank you for dinner, again" he replies, his voice just as soft and shy as this morning. You accompany him to the door, "Goodnight Matthew, thank you again for everything. I had a lot of fun today" you tell him, a smile on your face and a blush on your cheek. He smiles nervously, nodding, "Don't worry about it eh, I had lots of fun too" he agrees. You can tell he wants to say something more but he doesn't, biding you goodnight instead and turning to leave.

After a quick moment of consideration, you shout after him, "Matthew wait!" he turns around, "Do you wanna have dinner again sometime? Properly this time, at a restaurant" you offer and he can definitely see your blush now. Matthew looks like he might pass away on the spot as he stutters. He finally manages to get out some vague form of agreement after the cub hits his leg, before almost running back to his house. You giggle to yourself, cute. You close your door, locking up the house for the night. As you think about the day's events, only one thought prevails.

Maybe moving to Toronto wasn't a mistake.

[invincibledc]

🫧𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭🫧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

Dick Grayson x gn! reader

Context: Y/N is a mutant hybrid of a human plus an albino/white bat mixed together.

Could be seen platonic or romantic in your eyes!

💗NO ONES POV:💗

Day: 1, late morning

Y/N opened their eyes, pink glowing eyes shined against their walls. Sighing as they hopped off the ceiling, loosening their footing and falling on their stomach. They have gotten sick, coughing as Y/N shiver. The certain hybrid is wearing their matching silk white pj's. Robin enters into the bat's room with a tray of medicine and fruits. Small fruits, specially.

"....are you..okay?"

You groaned looking up at him with puffy eyes, your pink eyes slowly turned into [eye color] eyes. Feeling weak and tired.

"No Dick. I'm not okay; I'm sick, tired, and sick." You sneezed to which Dick only rolled his eyes behind his eye mask. He helps you up while still holding the tray.

"Well. It seems that today there weren't be no crimes today. So you get to relax with the rest of the team. Or mostly you get to relax and be isolated. We can't risk—

"Yeah yeah, blah blah blah. 'We can't risk the others getting sick'. I heard it before Dick."

Dick puts you in the bed, tucking you in and laying the tray of medicine on your nightstand. "Listen, I know you hate being sick. I hate you being sick too cause it pains me to see you this way." Robin puts his gloved hand against your head.

You shivering from the hand made him frown. He turns around, you watch as he does something with the tray. "Here, take this." Your eyes widen, trying to shuffle away from the medicine cup. Robin narrowed his eyes and brows, gritting his teeth as he grabbed your silk pj shirt to make you stay still, then shoved the liquid medicine in your mouth.

You gagged but still sallowed. Ready to try and fight Dick, you felt drowsy suddenly and fell asleep. Robin smiled as he got up and pushed a bowl of fruits towards you in case you wake up again hungry.

"Sweet dreams Y/N."

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Day: 2, late evening.

Waking up in a cold sweat, you opened your [e/c] eyes. Your eyes felt heavy despite sleeping. Turning your head, you see the bowl of fruits. You sat up quickly and shoved, chewed and sallowed the delicious fruits. You loved the taste of your favorite fruits in the bowl.

Not hearing someone enter, you felt a hand push your sweaty hair off your face. You glanced up to see blue eyes and black hair. Knowing who it is, you smiled a wide grin.

"Dickkk!" You said, you were currently loopy from the medicine. You still ate the fruits to which Dick sat on the side of your bed and looks at the tray of medicine he had out for you. Starfire had made you her homeland soup. But knowing you, you won't be able to take it so Dick made soup himself and put it on the tray.

"Hey N/N...how do you feel?" He says, pouring medicine into a medicine cup. You giggled, you were clearly loopy and drugged from the medicine he had given you as you just leaned against the acrobat leader. "I feel funny!" You said with hazy eyes as you then dropped your body against your bed.

Dick laughed as he held a cup up to you. "Cmon, drink this one and you're done with medicine Y/N..." you narrowed your eyes at the grape flavored medicine. You tried to swat it out of dick's hand to make it spill onto for the boy wonder to grab your arm.

"Nope. You need this or you won't be able to get better baby." You scoffed, as you tried to retort only for dick to shove the liquid again down your throat. You coughed, but sallowed it. Dick just gave you a sympathetic look as you looked at him in betrayal. He shrugged with a weary smile as he soon notice your (e/c) eyes are becoming pink.

"The medicine is working, and their powers are coming back." Dick thought as he gave you the hot soup to distract you. Which worked as you gulped down the soup viciously. He sighed and laid beside you as you just ate, and ate til you fell asleep against robin's chest.

Putting an arm around you as he yawns, he knew he wouldn't get sick that easy as he just pats your back and smile at you. Your sleeping face looked adorable to him as he just closed his own eyes.

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Day: 3, dark morning

Waking up, you felt the other side of your bed cold. You sat up, your pink eyes blazing your room. You see a note by you, picking it up reading it. You couldn't help but smile.

"Hey! I hope you wake up at a good time to read this. I'm currently in my room if you need anything. I left more fruits for you, since yknow, bat cravings. But any so, I hope you are feeling more better as I will check your temperature soon."

-Signed by Dick, your best friend

"Well, at least I do feel better now." You thought as you put the note down stretched yourself. As you checked your window, you can still see streetlights brightly. Raising your hand up, a string of light flows to your palm. You sigh in relief as your eyes glow a bright pink. Smiling you felt relief to not be sick.

Plus, being isolated in your own little bat cave did make you feel sad to not get much sunlight. You drew and read books to pass time. You didn't even know time pass that much as you were hanging upside down with the sun coming up fully. Your door opened to see dick, in his Robin costume and mask. He seemed to smile at you being up and early.

"I see that you're okay." You hopped off the ceiling and immediately hugged him. He stood his ground and lifted you up a bit as his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"Yep! I feel alot better dude. I feel like I could fight crime even." You disappeared from his hold and started to do karate moves. Robin just laughs as he pats your head. "Yeah well, you have it take it easy before you fully feel healthy again."

You just nodded and smiled at him. Robin stared at you, or more like your face.

"You're still beautiful just like when we were kids..." he mutters, your ear twitches before looking up at him.

"What did you say?" Robin wasn't looking at you. His face was stone cold, emotionless as you raised a brow. "Nothing." He says heading to your door. "Just...watch your limit. You just got off of being sick." He says before fully leaving your room.

Silence hung in the air. You heard him clearly, you always heard things clearly. You smiled softly as you chuckled at the boy wonder who was just in your room. You went to your bathroom to take a shower. Not knowing a certain boy wonder's face was red at how he could just say that to his best friend.

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A/N: my first time writing for dick Grayson Robin since im in my teen titans era! Let me know if you liked it or not‼️

[valentine-cafe]

Helloo, wishing you a lovely day🥰

Could i get a tiramisu with a non-binary reader? Imagine the reader being known as a mysterious person, who no one can quite read or affect. Only for Alessio to notice the little things; the reader's little smirks whenever Alessio says something witty, or the little laugh under their breath at his antics. Or even the way their eyes take him in appreciatively. Imagine Alessio confronting them, asking if they are interested in him, only for them to give him a half lidded gaze and a confident smirk, "Do you want me to be?"

˖⁺. ﹙ antihero merc with mouth bf x nonbinary reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . riddled speechless !! 🍒 :  antihero ˖ mercenary ˖ enigma character character﹙ verse 781 alessio. ﹚

alessio finds himself infatuated with the mystery of you, he did not expect the boldness from your mouth

Admittedly, you caught him off guard.

It is not often that many see the punkgoth with such a stellar mouth stunned. Ears burning, yet for his luck and fortune, they are covered. Unable to be seen by any and all.

Yet you suss it out quickly, and so you open your mouth to say more.

“Did I snatch the words out your mouth Arias? Cat got your tongue?” You chuckle, with a cock of your head to the side. While you trace mindless circles around the metallic surface of the locker next to you.

To think he had made his entire way over to you to ask if you were interested, only to lose his words completely the second you dish back his flirts.

Black, neatly kept nails join you pattern and curl into the metal alongside your head. There's that grin you know and love.

“Never thought you to be the bold type.”

The fair skin of his face swarms your vision, with dark tresses to frame. The grin that splits his lips spells trouble.

But you like trouble.

“New to you?” Your muse nurtures his chuckle. Dual silver studs catch in the afternoon shine of the hallways as he raises his brows.

“I'd go with rare. Certainly pleasant. Hard-to-get.”

Your teeth worry your lower lip. A small nip that has his fingers mirroring it into the metal of the locker. And as you lean in until his lips border the line between fantasy and reality — you click your tongue with a crooning tune to follow.

“Hard-to-get huh? Thought you liked games?”

And so let them begin.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hiii I really like your writing I just read the dos and don'ts of requesting for you originally I was going to request smt like chansaw(Heather c + Veronica) comfort reader after a failed attempt but that falls under sh so I think smt else that would be cute and not angsty would be chansaw comfort reader after they get hurt or are sick and reader is being whiny and difficult.

I understand if you don't write this or get around to it I just thought it would be a nice request!

Love your workkk!!!

<3

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|| chansaw x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, sick reader, dissociation mention, vomit mentions

|| Summary; when reader's forced to go to school, Veronica notices how terrible they're feeling and takes action with Heather.

Requests open!

Started; June 13th

Finished; June 17th

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Today was just not going your way. From the moment you woke up, you felt nauseated and just overall gross. Sure you had tried to ask your parents if you could stay home from school; but yours were the type that would say 'if it's not vomit, you're going'. Which lead to where you currently were.

Sitting in your first period class, head on your desk and nearly half asleep to the sound of you teacher droning on and on. What was he talking about now? Gravity or something, you didn't care. It all sounded like gibberish to you.

It wasn't until the bell finally rang did you snap out of your dissociative state. As you packed up your things, one of your girlfriends; Veronica Sawyer, walked up and placed a hand to your shoulder.

"Y/N?" Her tone was soft, full of concern. She'd been watching you the entire class, you looked like a mess. Though, unlike your other girlfriend Heather Chandler, Veronica was a little nicer. She spared you the trouble of knowing just how terrible you actually looked right now. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that you were feeling like complete shit.

You glanced behind yourself at her, offering a small, weak smile that only further proved her point. Veronica knew your real smiles and that... was far from it," hey, Roni." Even your voice sounded sick.

"Okay, I'm getting Heather and we're taking you home. No arguing," she added when she saw you about to protest and whine. You simply sighed and gave her a look, she rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand. Pulling you through the halls to find the Demon Queen.

Heather was hanging outside by the front of the school, sitting on one of the benches and talking to Heather D & Heather M. She was lost in conversation, so she didn't notice the two approach her until Veronica cleared her throat next to her.

"Oh, hey Veronica. Y/N." Heather looked at the two of you, then paused when she saw how pale you looked," shit, babe. You look like you just crawled out of a grave."

Veronica sighed, leave it to Heather to tell you how you look. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest, giving her a pout," gee, thanks. You're just full of compliments today, aren't you?"

Heather D snickered and Heather C shot her a glare for it, quieting her. Heather C stood and walked over to you and Veronica, hands on her hips. Waiting for Veronica to speak.

"We need your car to take them home," Veronica stated, pointing beside her to you. Who, in that moment, had started feeling incredibly nauseous. Before Heather could even respond to Veronica, you had doubled over and thrown up right on her shoes. Causing her to grimace.

"God you two are insufferably alike," Heather muttered, referring to when Veronica threw up on her back at the party. Veronica just gave her a sheepish smile, making Heather roll her eyes," well, now I gotta go home and change anyway. So, come on." She muttered, clearly not pleased with how her morning was turning out.

Heather took the three of you to her place, when she got there she headed right for the shower to get the smell of vomit off her. As for you and Veronica, Veronica helped you up the stairs. Supporting most of your weight and carrying you to Heather's bed. She helped you get changed into some of Heather's comfy pjs, then tucked you into bed. Following in only a moment after. Snuggling right up to you, even if you were sick.

As for the rest of the day, the three of you spent it ditching school. Cuddled up together and just overall enjoying the comfort of each other's presence.

[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?”

[justelib]

Snuggly Harry Potter and Y\N L\N.

(Pronouns used For reader: They\Them\Theirs)

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Harry James potter and Y\N L\N, the most openly affectionate couple in hogwarts. (Besides that time Lavender & Ron Dated and the couples who are shoving each other o against walls.)

Everyone knows Harry’s Touch starved, both parents dead and the Dursleys being people who only focus on themselves. So, students aren’t surprised when they see Harry latched on to Y\N somehow, holding their hand or arm, having his arms wrapped around their waste, no matter how shorter or taller they are compared to him. It’s also quite common to see Y\N giving Harry piggybacks, even if he does start to get a little heavy.

Other Students haven’t really seen the chosen one and his partner kiss before, they leave that for when they’re alone or with close friends. Some students even assume that they’re just really close friends, the embarrassment they feel when they ask out Harry or Y\N in front of each other is adorable, seeing the un-informed student turn red in the face or become a laughing mess as they apologise furiously.

Harry and Y\N are the type of couple that do everything together but also don’t. If one wanted to do something and the other didn’t they’d split off and meet each other at the end of the day where they just snuggle together.

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I didn’t know what to call this. Also- I was bored and just felt like writing something weird and possibly out of character?