demiboy
- out of groupchat pov or something lol -
josh quickly ran as fast he could to tyler's house. he saw like, 2 clowns. but they didn't see him. which made him less anxious, but his anxiety kept getting higher as he ran to tyler's house. is he okay? the brunet whom he loved hasn't had a whole lot of breakdowns or anything like this lately, but josh swore to him that he'd be there for his boyfriend whenever he needed him.
and that was right now.
running and jumping over the fence of the house, josh sprinted to the window which lead to tyler's room. it was sorta high up though, so he climbed some tree that just stood there in the yard. he remembered when he went to tyler's house for the first time, and tyler said that when patrick came over, gerard was there too and made fun of patrick because of the tree. (tree stump, patrick stump, ya get?) josh smiled at that memory slightly.
climbing the tree, he reached the window which was already opened. he squeezed through it, ending up faceplanting on the floor of tyler's room. tyler could have shushed him because his siblings and parents were fast asleep and he didn't want to wake him, but josh knew that he couldn't do that now. he looked up, brushing the pink hair out of his own face as he saw tyler rocking himself back and forth on his bed in a pastel hoodie, crying softly.
"hey, hey i'm here now," josh whispered, crawling onto the bed to tyler and pulling him in close. he was anxious too, but didn't have time to worry about himself. all that mattered right now is tyler is okay. which he's not, but that's when josh comforts him. right now at least.
tyler turned and wrapped his arms around josh's neck, crying onto his shoulder still softly. josh shushed him, patting his boyfriends' back and rubbing circles into it gently. "tyler, what's wrong? talk to me, love.." he pleaded, but in a very soft tone, one that didn't even sound pleading. but he was pleading, pleading to know what was wrong. he then remembered 'he' was here. josh narrowed his eyes, and hissed, "get out of here, blurryface. nobody needs you. not now. all you do is bring your demonic presence and voice to this angelic boy. get the fuck out of h-"
the brunet began to cry harder.
"tyler!! tyler, sh.. what is it? please tell me, if i said something wrong, i'm sorry-"
"it's okay it's okay," tyler said through his sobs. "i.. i don't know, but... you know how- how there are, a-are people who aren't any gender?? or... are confused? with themselves?" josh widened his eyes, but understood. he kept calm, nodding as he wiped tyler's tears away. the boy's eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were stained with tears.
"well, lately, i.." he began, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands. he sniffled. "i don't.. i haven't know w-who i am... i.. i know you probably, w-want a boyfriend to love, but i feel male yet at times i feel not male, and not female, and just... nothing. like not depressing i mean, but nothing gender wise.."
josh knew what this was: it was tyler, going through something people call 'gender dysphoria.' basically, it's where you're indecisive about your gender, and you're miserable about it and just overall stressed with who you identify as. it's not always physically when it comes to deciding your gender. a lot of people say it's 'mental.' but josh just supports it all and he doesn't really say anything else.
"tyler," he whispered, rubbing his boyfriends' cheek with his thumb softly. "you're the only one i wanna be with. forever and ever. and if you're not always a boy, that's okay. a lot of people are like that, and right now you're just having 'gender dysphoria.' it's hard to explain."
"oh..." the brunet looked down, his expression none other than blank. or pondering. josh didn't really know. "well.. um... what is it, if.. if i am male at times, but neither gender at times?"
josh thought about what gender that was. then it hit him: demigender. demiboy, demigirl. he blinked, looking at tyler. "demiboy," was all he said. tyler's eyes met his and they began to light up a little more now.
"so- if i am a demiboy... you're ok with that?" he asked, fumbling with his sleeve-covered hands. josh nodded, "of course baby. what do you prefer?"
tyler looked at him, puzzled. "h-.. huh?"
"your pronouns..? he or they?" josh was patient with this. he didn't wanna confused tyler but he supported the brunet.
"he is ok, but they is ok too... i kinda like they more though?"
"alright. i love you." he kissed tyler softly, tyler kissing back. they pulled away.
"love you too."