Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

No Matter What | malcolm craig

>> gif credit to @/just-us96 on tumblr <<

fandom | Calpurnia

character | Malcolm Craig

requested | Anonymous, @/wolfhard-tozier on tumblr, @/wukindly on tumblr

warnings | Angsty

word count | 1,329

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (H/c) = hair color, (s/t) = skin tone (pale, golden, tanned...etc), (h/l) = hair length, (r/f) = random feature (dimple, glasses, curves... etc)

summary | hey, i was wondering if you could do another malcolm craig imagine? i don't know if you're still doing requests or not but i really love him and i just need something lol. maybe the reader is born a girl but she's kind of trying to figure out her gender. she finally comes out to her boyfriend that she is non binary and she thinks he doesn't love her anymore after that, but then he claims it only makes it love her more?? i'm non binary, and i think this would be a really good plot(?)!! thank you!

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You laid on your bed, watching the ceiling fan as it continued on its shaky rotation. You exhaled. The fresh breeze whisping in from your open window. You closed your eyes before slowly opening them. The fan was still whirling and the breeze was still chilling, just like it had always been.

You sat up slowly, your (h/c) locks dropping in front of your eyes. You brushed them away, your gaze faltering to your mirror. You stood up, walking closer so you could examine your face in high definition. Your pupils dilated as you stared at your (s/t) skin. Your fingers lightly trailed against your cheek, tracing small swirls here and there. You walked back to your bed, sitting and pulling your knees close to your chest.

You laid your head on your knees, looking outside of your window and towards the setting sun. The sky was colored with oranges, blues, purples, and pinks as the bright ball of light dipped lower and lower into the sky. You chewed on your cheek, your chest pressed against your legs seeming so prominent. So noticeable. You closed your eyes, groaning heavily.

Five years. Five years of feeling uncomfortable in your own body. Five years of hating mirrors more than normal insecure teenagers. Five years of dysphoria. It took you so long to work up to that word. So long to admit it. That you had this... this thing that made you feel gross for being who you were supposed to be.

But it's not who I'm supposed to be. I was born wrong. My brain was wired differently than my body. Or maybe I am just trying to be a special snowflake. You shook your head before rubbing your palms into your eyes. Tonight is not the night, you thought before sighing. Tonight I smile, for tomorrow I see Malcolm. You nodded. Tomorrow I see Malcolm, you thought with a smile as you laid your head on your pillow and let sleep overcome you.

You groaned, the bright yellow light disturbing your sleep. You didn't want to get up. You didn't want to move from your bed. Of course, the dysphoria was now worse than it had been last night. Even just barely waking up you could tell. It was hard to explain but so easy to notice. You just felt, so disconnected. Like your body was a video game character and you were playing the wrong one from deep inside your body.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Please, not today. Any day but today. Just let me be happy for Malcolm. Please. But it seemed the harder you wished it to subdue, the worse it got. Tears slowly began to well in your eyes. Why can't I just be normal?

There was a quiet knock on your door. You sighed and tossed your arm over your eyes.

"Who is it?" You asked. There was no answer, only the sound of your door opening.