#non-binary!reader

genderfluid!mc with their memories back and thinking that Sylus won’t love them because they aren’t her anymore. They have top dysphoria, wishing that their breasts would disappear, but sometimes they don’t hate them. They feel like many genders in one body. Some days they don’t have a gender, sometimes it’s too unique to describe, but they know they’re never 100% a woman or 100% a man.

genderfluid!mc having no idea that Sylus is trans, fulling expectating him to be a cis man. They’ve never seen him wear a binder, never seen old testosterone bottles or needles around, and mc can see his bulge through his pants (they don’t intentionally stare! it’s just always…there).

genderfluid!mc coming out to Sylus after he confronts them on why they keep rejecting his dates and advances when they both know they love each other.

“I’m not the woman you fell in love with in our past lives…over half the time, I’m not even a full woman.”

Trans!Sylus being confused by their insecurity, then it’s like someone turned the lights on in his head. He should’ve known sooner with the binder, the gender neutral outfits, and the way their gender expression ebbs and flows from day to day, week to month, sometimes month to month. He chuckles in disbelief and tells them to follow him to his bathroom.

genderfluid!mc is already weirded out by the command and starts freaking out more when he takes his shirt off.

“Relax, kitten. I’m not in the mood for that right now. I need to show you something.”

genderfluid!mc trying not to faint when Sylus takes their hand and places it at the bottom of his chest. He shushes them, tells them to pay attention, and with their fingertips, they feel raised skin lining his pecs.

“I told you. You and I. We’re the same.”

enby!mc in shock of him coming out to them but shedding tears of relief knowing that Sylus loves them for who they are.

trans!Sylus reassuring genderfluid!mc that he’ll love them in whatever shape, form, size or gender they come in because Sylus belongs to them in every way.

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

Sure thing Anon!!

Masterlist 10

Rey is the epitome of an understanding, patient sibling

She can tell when you’re nervous about wanting to tell her something important and sits by you for however long you want/need

“I’m here for you” in that soft comforting voice

Once you come out to her, she’s happy for you and if you want hugs, here have a hug!!

Imagine being a trans member of the Enterprise crew and reporting to Phlox for the first time.

You paused for a moment at the entrance to Sickbay, running a hand over your hair to smooth it into place before passing through the threshold. Almost immediately a wave of new smells washed over you, an odd mix of antiseptic, chemical smells you would usually associate with a medical area and a series of other scents you could only really describe as something reminiscent of a pet store. You could see several cages and hear the faint chirps of animals within, though only a few were currently visible. You tilted your head to one side as you approached a small aquarium containing a creature that resembled a starfish.

"Can I do something for you, ensign?"

You looked up as the ship's doctor poked his head out from around a console to address you. You hadn't met many Denobulans before but he sounded friendly and cheerful enough. He stepped around to address you more properly, bright blue eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled, "Ah, I see you've met my osmotic eel. Fascinating creatures, aren't they?"

You folded your hands loosely behind your back, offering the appearance of attention even as your eyes continued to stray around to the different cages and enclosures, "I've never met a doctor with their own menagerie before."

"You'd be surprised at how helpful creatures can be. Though I assume you came down to Sickbay for a reason other than to sate your curiosity?"

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other momentarily, "Yes, my doctor back home told me I should report to you before we left drydock to make sure all my medical needs were in order. Doctor Franklin?"

Phlox's eyes lit with recognition, "Ah, yes, you must be Ensign [l/n]!" You nodded in confirmation and he continued, "There was a note in your file. Everything should be in proper order. You'll need to drop by Sickbay every two weeks so I can give you your hormone treatment and monitor your dosage and ensure there are no ill side effects. If you experience difficulties fitting appointments into your work schedule I can ask the Captain to help plan around them."

"Thank you, sir, but that shouldn't be necessary."

"There's no need for that kind of talk in here, Ensign, please just call me Phlox," the Denobulan admonished cheerfully.

"If you don't mind my asking, doctor, have you treated any trans patients before?" you ventured. You didn't know much about Denobulans beyond some cursory knowledge of the complicated nature of their family and marriage relationships. For all you knew, their experience of gender could differ entirely from your own.

Phlox's expression softened, "If you're concerned about my qualifications, I can assure you I will do whatever is necessary to provide you and any other crew in your situation with the utmost care and respect. Though you will be my first human transgender patient, I have read extensively regarding human medical care practices as well as having performed similar procedures on Denobula. I assure you, you are in good hands."

"You won't have any problems synthesizing hormones in deep space?" 

"Not at all. I'm sure you'll find I'm quite resourceful, Ensign."

You allowed yourself a small grin, already feeling more at ease for having made sure to reach out to your new doctor. From what you'd been told, your mission should prove an eventful one and it felt good to have gotten a potentially uncomfortable introduction out of the way. "That's good to hear, doctor. If that's all, I should be getting back to my post. Prepping to leave drydock ahead of schedule means all hands on deck."

"Of course, Ensign, it was a pleasure meeting you."

I don’t write for heterosexual realationships.

I write for female x female, male x male, non-binary x every gender.

I also would write for ftm or mtf, if you want it.

My english is... probably bad at some points, so please be gentle with me XD

I will write smut if you want (I actually like it). At this point: If you’re non-binary and you have a woman’s body: I will write for you and a male (or another non-binary with a man’s body, or another woman, you got me).

I only write smut for people, who are older than 16 (in the story).

I like to be creative in every genre, I guess, but I haven’t written angsty shit yet (but I’m open for it) and I’m not good at bad ends...

You can describe yourself as specific as you want, for example what nationality you have, or skincolor, or anything else.

Request by anon: Can I have a non binary reader x will byers with prompt number 7 please?

7: “Promise?” “Promise.”

Summary: Will disappears and Y/N doesn’t want to lose him again

Fandom: Stranger Things

Warnings: Will having an episode, like 2 swear words, sorta angsty

Word Count: 1501 (4.1 pages)

A/N: first stranger things imagine! Hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait. Also, thank you everyone for 100 followers and everyone who has helped me by requesting your ideas! I love you!

~Ciara xo

I ran around the school, looking in every direction I could to see if I could spot the slimy little beast, or as Dustin likes to call it, d'Artanian or Dart for short. The thing always creeped me out since the second Dustin showed it to me, but after what Will confessed to me and Mike, I can't bear knowing that's it's out there somewhere and could hurt more people, including Will.

I've been friends with Will and the party since 1st grade. We've gone to hell and back together in the past year, with Will's disappearance, meeting Eleven, and the whole learning about the Upside Down and the scary monsters and stuff, including the Demogorgon and now Dart. I wish Eleven was here, as at this moment I feel like she would be a great help. 

Ever since Will reappeared, he's been acting very strange. He's been saying weird things, having episodes about the Upside Down, and now this whole thing with Dustin's new pet. I do worry about him a lot, especially with my ever growing more-than-friends feeling towards him. 

"Y/N? Y/N, do you copy?" Lucas's voice snapped me out of my daze. I look down at the bulky walkie talkie in my hand, I raise it up to my mouth and press the button on the side. 

"Yeah I copy, sorry," I apologize, looking up and down the hallways once more before speaking into the machine again. "North is clear, I found nothing." 

"Shit," I hear Lucas mumble before the walkie talkie makes a static sound to show he's disconnected. I double check the classroom at the end of the hallway before running up a small flight of stairs and down the hall. As I'm running I hear the static come onto my walkie talkie's radio before hearing Will's quiet voice.

"Guys, I found him," I heard him say. My eyes widen as I click the button to respond.

"Where?" I ask, my legs starting to move faster so I could find Will. 

"In the bathroom... by Mr. Salerno's," his voice still quiet and unnerving. I start to run towards the other side of the room as I hear Mike's voice come from the walkie, but my fast heartbeat drowns out any sound. I didn't like the idea of Will being alone with something like Dart. My legs go numb as I feel wind blowing past my face, I've never really been a runner so the sensation feels foreign. As the bathroom Will mentioned comes into sight, I see Mike and Max running towards it too from the other side of the hallway, and Lucas coming from a different one. We all run into the bathroom at the same time to find Dustin standing in the middle of the bathroom already.

"Where's Dart?" Mike asks. Dustin shrugs, fixing his cap.

"I don't know, not here," he replies. My eyes get wider immediately.

"What?" I ask frantically as I start looking through all of the stalls, hoping to find a sign of the creature, I could hear the rest of the party chattering behind me.

"He said Mr. Salerno's, right?" I hear Max ask, she's new to the school. She's pretty cool, but couldn't ever replace Eleven. I move onto the next stall, looking behind the toilet and in the paper dispensers.

"Yeah, maybe Will has him," Dustin comments. This makes me freeze, my eyes going wide as I exit the stall and looking over the people in the small restroom. Then the question we're all thinking come out of my mouth.

"Where's Will?" I ask, my voice shaking. The party looks over at each other, before all sprinting out of the bathroom and out into the halls once more, but this time looking for our friend and fellow party member. To say I was nervous would be a complete understatement, what if Dart did something to him? What if he got scared and ran away and somehow got lost? What if he disappeared again? I don't think I could handle that.

"Will?! WILL!" I call out, my head spinning in every direction, hoping to find him safely. Suddenly I run into Joyce, Will's mother. She grabs my shoulders, shushing me and wiping some stray tears that have fallen down my cheeks.

"Hey, Y/N, calm down," she says to me. "What's wrong, where's Will?" She asks and I can feel my breathing hitch in my throat, but before I can respond to her, Lucas comes running in through a nearby door.

"The field," he says, looking in between the four of us. I look at Joyce again and behind me to where Dustin and Max just appeared before we all ran out the door, where I soon spotted Will standing in the middle of the field standing straight up with his eyes closed and body shaking slightly. Beside him Mike holds his shoulders, trying to wake him up.

"I just found him like this! I think he's having another episode." We all run towards him and gather around him, I take Will's other side, grabbing his clammy hand and holding it tightly in mine. Joyce runs up and grabs his shoulders and his face, screaming his name.

"Will! Sweetie, wake up, it's mom!" she says, squeezing his shoulders tighter as I continue to hold his hand in mine. Something is going on with him. I can tell he must be seeing something by the way his eyelids are constantly moving. "Will, wake up, can you hear me?" He hands travel up to his face, cradling his cheek. I can feel tears running down my face rapidly, but I couldn't be bothered at the moment to wipe them off or even feel them at all. "Will, wake up. Please, wake up, Will. It's mom. It's me!" 

After a moment, Will opens his eyes wide, gasping for air as I feel him grab my hand, squeezing it so tightly I feel my fingers cracking, but I didn't mind it. He falls to the ground, and I go to grab him so he doesn't hurt himself. I feel sobs raking through my body as I hold him close. I feel his arms weakly go around my body as well. My face is burrowed into his neck as I pull him closer to me, whispering words of assurance not only for him but for myself as well. 

"Will, I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Please say something," I whisper into his neck. His grip tightens around me, and I can feel him nodding as a yes beside my face. I look up and grab his face in my hands. "Are you ok? What happened?"

"I'm.. I'm okay." He stutters out. I know he's not, I can tell just by looking into his eyes. He's scared, terrified, and all I can do is be there beside him. My thumb rubs against his cheeks as I feel him lean into the touch, to which I can't help but smile at. 

"Okay. But we'll talk about it later, yeah?" I ask, my voice going down into a whisper. His eyes look up finally to meet mine, as he nods, trying his best to give me a weak smile, even though it looked more like a grimace. I give him the best smile I can back, finding it hard to form one after the events that just unfolded. "Please, Will, don't you ever go disappearing on us like that again. You really scared the shit out of me." I try to laugh but it sounds strained. He nods his head and I put out my hand, extending my pinky. "Promise?"

Will smiled, a better and more genuine looking one this time as he grabs my pinky with his own, the shaking of his hand vibrating through my own. "Promise," he replies in a small voice. We shake our hands up and down before separating and I pull him in for another hug, kissing the top of his head.

"Good, because I don't know what I'd do with myself if I were to lose you again," I whisper into his hair as I feel him hold onto me tightly. I look up at the party and Joyce, who I just realized was still there and watched the exchange. I smile up at them to signal that he was okay before helping Will get up and into Joyce's car so he could get some rest. Max, Lucas, Mike, Dustin and I watched as the green car drove off out of the parking lot and down the road. Mike looked over at me, nudging me with his shoulder.

"You really like him, don't you?" he asks, smiling down at me. I shake my head, scoffing as I direct my line of vision back to were the Byers car was moments ago before responding.