#i hope any nb or gnc warren lovelies out there appreciate this

[lovehelpmewrite]

oof, I feel you. Could you write something for Warren x Non-binary reader, where reader is afraid to tell him that they identify as nb and he tries to comfort them? bonus if the reader is having a shit time with dysphoria (me rn) Thank you 💙

I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a pair of underwear and a sports bra, curling my arms over my chest uncomfortably.

It was one of those days.

My hips pushed out from my waist unfairly far and my chest felt like it was a size triple Z. 

I sighed in frustration and shoved my hair out of my face, stepping away from the mirror and rifling through my clothes to pull out a thick sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.

I walked down the hall anxiously, a nervous pit in my stomach growing as I noticed the rather large group of other students gathered in the kitchen. When I saw Warren I immediately made a beeline for him, taking a deep breath and leaning my forehead into his shoulder when I finally did get to him.

“Hey, thought you’d never come down,” he joked, smiling at me kindly despite his teasing tone and slipping his hand into mine.

“Just having a moment to myself I guess,” I answered quietly, keeping one hand laced with his while the other reached across my body and held onto the crook of his elbow, practically hiding my body between him and his wing. The warmth of him surrounding me helped calm the racing of my heart at least a little bit.

Warren looked down at me quizzically.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

I closed my eyes at the pet name. Normally it would warm my heart, as it should, but something about it just felt… wrong.

I just nodded, opening my eyes again and trying to give him a bright smile.

He stared at me for a few more seconds before Ororo captured his attention. I just followed him around for a bit, listening and watching as he interacted with our different housemates. Even as anxious and uncomfortable as I felt, just being around Warren was helping calm me down at least some.

“Okay, well we were thinking of taking a little afternoon nap guys, sorry, excuse us,” Warren excused with a sheepish grin, laughing as Scott made a joke about him sleeping for most of the day anyway.

I held onto his arm tightly as he led us back out of the kitchen, watching everyone carefully part to give a wide birth for his wings. I pressed the side of my face into his shoulder as he led us down the hall and finally back upstairs to my room. 

We walked in and I felt the pit in my stomach deepen as he quietly shut the door behind him and turned so I was directly in front of him. Warren always knew when something was wrong.

Instead of speaking right away, he just pulled me forward gently by my upper arms, holding me tightly against his chest and nestling his head comfortably in between my shoulder and neck. We sighed at the feeling, both of us immediately calmed by the affectionate touch.

“So, what’s going on?” He asked quietly, words slightly muffled against my skin.

I took a slow deep breath, pressing my face further into his neck as a lump started to form in my throat. I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist, letting my fingers gently creep up to run over the short feathers on his wings where they began to turn to skin. Warren gave a little hum of content in response. I let the noise calm the thoughts pounding inside my head.

“Warren, I…” I paused, trying to put the feeling into words. “I don’t know.”

He pulled back slightly, brushing a small piece of hair off my forehead and leaning in to press a sweet kiss to my lips. 

“Baby, you can tell me anything, I just wanna help.”

I swallowed nervously and nodded toward the bed, letting my hands drift into his and gently lead him over to it to sit. Once there, he kept my hands in his, thumb gently rubbing over the back of my hand. I stared at the movement intensely, trying to order my thoughts and push them out into the air.

“Warren, I think I’m not really…” I squinted, recognizing the wording feeling wrong, off, not quite what I meant. 

“I just think maybe I could be…”

I pulled a hand out of Warren’s and ran it frustratedly over my face, trying to make the words come together coherently.

“I don’t think I’m completely a girl,” I blurted, my eyes peeking up at his quickly before staring back down to where his thumb has stopped moving. I glanced up at his face again to see his eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” I sucked in a breath through my nose and blew it out through my mouth. “Like today, for example. I don’t really feel… like a girl.”

“So… you’re a boy then? Or…?” he dropped off uncertainly.

I tilted my head to the side a little as if to say not quite.

“Well, I mean, I… I think sometimes yeah. Sometimes I still feel like a girl, but yeah. Sometimes, I feel like a boy. And then sometimes I just feel… like, somewhere in between?” I said unsurely. “Well, I mean, not really in between, more like… I don’t know? Separate? Like, I’m not a boy or a girl, I just kind of… am.”

Warren was staring off at the floor over my shoulder, eyes squinted a little as he took in my explanation. I forced my breath to remain steady, even as my anxiety wreaked havoc on my insides.

“So do you…” he paused, pulling his lip between his teeth nervously. “Do you want me to use different pronouns?”

I almost laughed in relief at the question.

“I… yeah maybe,” I answered, watching his eyes come back to mine slowly, my anxiety calming slightly.

“Okay, just…” Warren exhaled softly, looking down at where one of our hands was still intertwined. 

“Just let me know, okay? I don’t… I don’t really get it that well but you know I love you, and gender never really was an issue for me anyway,” he laughed a little, gripping my hand a little tighter in his, “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me. I… I felt uncomfortable around the people I loved long enough to know it sucks. So just… yeah, just let me know what pronouns to use for the day.”

By the time his eyes met mine again tears were quickly welling in my eyes. 

I nodded, the lump in my throat too tight to push out words as Warren pulled me into him again, rubbing my back gently.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” came his soft voice.

My tears soaked into the shoulder of his t-shirt easily, forming small darkened patches as I pulled back.

“Uh,” I sniffled, wiping my wet cheeks with the sleeve of my sweatshirt before laughing a little. “Could you use he-him today?”

“Of course,” he answered easily, pulling me back into his shoulder and rubbing my back while I sniffled my stuffy nose once more. “Anything for my baby boy.”

My heart swelled at the term of affection, my eyes closing as new tears darkened Warren’s shirt. 

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I really hope this was okay anon, I spent a lot of time contemplating just how to write it, even though it’s pretty short. It really hit home for me because of how I personally identify and the fact that I still haven’t really come out to my friends. I cried a little while writing it so hopefully, I was able to convey the feeling just right and the body dysmorphia wasn’t too off for you because I just went with what I normally deal with. Anyway, this piece is pretty close to my heart so I really hope you liked it