Requested by J3ss69: Y/N is non-binary, and comes out to Tom, who is loving and supportive about them coming out.

*Hello, my loves, couple of things. Firstly, a definition for non-binary:

Non-binary [a] or genderqueer is an umbrella term for gender identities that are not solely male or female‍—‌identities that are outside the gender binary.

Okay, so, usual housekeeping, y'all know the drill by now, I do NOT tolerate any bigotry on my account, so just leave now if you're planning to say something offensive on this chapter. Of course there is no harm in politely asking questions if you don't fully understand something, I myself am not fully educated on non-binary people, but again just be polite when asking. With what I have just said, I am NOT non-binary, I COULD be more educated on it, and so please be aware that I have tried my best to represent someone who may identify as non-binary, and if I have misrepresented this, I do apologise, it is never my intention to offend. That being said, though, as it often is with both sexuality and genders, everyone experiences that differently. I, as a bisexual woman, will experience that differently to another bisexual woman, and so if I do have any non-binary readers or anyone who knows non-binary people, please do take into account that just because this may not be how you experience that, doesn't make it wrong. That all being said, please enjoy, and stay safe, my loves :) xoxo*

I sat on the sofa in my living room, a bowl of cereal in my hands as I watched TV. I looked down as my phone buzzed, my heart immediately fluttering and a smile spreading onto my lips as I saw the text from my boyfriend of a year, Tom.

Tom: Got back late last night, darling, come over today? :) xxx.

I bit my lip and put down my cereal as I grabbed my phone and started to draft a text back.

Me: Course, can't wait to see you :) xxx.

I sent the text and put my phone down, though immediately nerves also started to enter my stomach at the idea of seeing the love of my life. I stood up and carried my now empty bowl into the kitchen. I dropped it off in the sink before heading through to my bedroom. I opened my Chester Drawers and grabbed my bindings, my heart beating more harshly by the second as I started to get dressed. I looked at my body in the mirror, deep breaths leaving my lips as I started to wrap my bindings around my chest in order to flatten my D-cup breasts. The D-cup breasts that I hated, and were part of what was making me nervous for today. After all, today was the day that I had decided to tell Tom that I identified as non-binary. Tom and I were now twenty-six, making it about eleven years since I had started to feel different. I knew that all teenagers went through that phase of feeling like outcasts and different, but for me, I knew that it was something that I needed to get to the bottom of if I was going to live my life as true to myself as possible. I had struggled to identify what was different for years, until I had figured it out at age twenty. And that was that I didn't identify with the sex that I had been assigned at birth. At first, I thought that I was potentially trans, given that something had always felt slightly off about identifying as a woman simply because I had a woman's body, but that didn't feel correct either. It was only when I had turned twenty-three, three years ago now, that it had finally clicked. I was non-binary. I didn't identify as the sex that I'd been assigned at birth, but I also didn't identify as a man, neither felt quite right to me. And so I had just started to live as me, which now included binding my chest and wearing more gender-neutral clothes than what I used to wear. But there was still one crucial bit that I hadn't done yet, and that was to tell my boyfriend, Tom. The famous Londoner was truly the love of my life, and we had met at his twenty-fifth birthday party last year. I had decided to dress more feminine for that particular night, and Tom and I had instantly been drawn to each other. But this was when the problems started to creep in in terms of my doubts with if Tom would truly accept me. I knew that Tom had only ever dated women who identified as women in the past, and that paired with the fact that I always chose to look feminine when I was with him fed my fear that once he found out that I didn't identify as a woman, that would be a deal breaker for him. Of course it would be for me too, I wasn't about to date someone with such views. But that was what I was scared of. Tom had just returned back to London after having spent the last three months filming 'The Crowded Room' in New York, and I had decided during that time that the first time that we saw each other after he got back would be when I would finally come out to him. Right now, I was just hoping that I wouldn't chicken out. I fastened up my bindings, my chest now as flat as I could safely make it as I nodded to myself. I continued to get dressed, my hands intentionally grabbing more gender-neutral clothes for our date today. My heart was still pounding out of my chest with nerves, but that was now accompanied by the want to just see Tom again, making me smile and bite my lip to myself as I grabbed the rest of my stuff, and went to head out of my apartment.

I knocked on Tom's front door, my heart beating so harshly that I felt sick as I heard shuffling from inside my boyfriend's house. After a moment it opened, making Tom smile at me. His eyebrows furrowed slightly at my attire as his gaze flicked down my body.

"Hey, sweetheart. You look different." He chuckled as he leant in and kissed me.

"Good different, or bad different?" I gulped nervously as I returned the kiss, but then pulled away as we moved into his living room.

"Good different, my love. You always look stunning." He smiled. I couldn't help but return it and bite my lip at how loved Tom always made me feel. I rested my hands on his chest and leant up to kiss him again, making him return it as he curled his arms around my waist. I broke the kiss and looked at him, our eyes gazing into each other as I held his face.

"What was that for, darling?" Tom asked softly. My smile dipped as the nerves returned, a harsh gulp happening in my throat as why I was here dawned on me again.

"U-um...I-I guess, a preface to what I need to tell you." I admitted as I let go of his face, but instead took his hand and started to walk him to the sofa. Tom's eyebrows furrowed at my words.

"Wait, what? What do you need to tell me, my love?" Tom asked, concern now etched onto his face as we both sat down next to each other on his sofa and he took my hands into his own. I gulped harshly and looked at him, tears pricking my eyes with how nervous I now was. After all, what I was about to tell the love of my life would either make or break us, and Tom saying that I still looked nice in more gender-neutral clothing didn't mean that he would accept me being non-binary.

"S-so, um...you've already noticed that I, um...that I'm not wearing what I normally wear, a-and you may even have noticed that my chest isn't as...out...as it normally is." I started. More confusion entered Tom's expression, my boyfriend clearly not knowing where this was going as he nodded.

"I didn't want to say anything in case something was wrong, but, um, yeah, love, I did notice." He nodded again. I returned it and bit my lip.

"The truth, Tom, is that I'm non-binary. That's how I've identified for the last three years. Fuck, I had a decade of maybe thinking that I was trans, but that didn't feel right either. I don't feel female or male, I don't feel assigned to anything. A-and I'm okay with that. But the last bit was needing you to know, because I love you. I-I...I needed you to know." I gulped harshly as I tried to swallow my tears. Tom's eyes widened, his mouth forming into an 'O' shape as he clearly tried to process what I was saying. Or so I thought.

"O-oh...okay, darling." He nodded. My eyebrows furrowed, my heart dropping slightly at that reaction. Or rather, lack thereof.

"...Wait, 'okay'? That's all you're going to say?" I gulped and shook my head. Tom returned my gulp and looked at me.

"I'm sorry, darling, I don't know how I'm meant to react. I mean, you're still you, I still love you, and of course I completely respect what you identify as, but that doesn't change the fact that you're the love of my life." He shrugged. My eyes wavered at his words, my heart being lifted as quickly as it had dropped by what he had just said. At the fact that he had just said that he still loved me no matter what, and my identity wouldn't change that. In that moment, what felt like thousands of pounds of extra weight was lifted off of me, my eyes fluttering shut as tears left them before I opened them again to look at him.

"Tommy...oh my god, you have no idea how much that means to me." I choked and shook my head as tears started to leave my eyes.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's okay, it's alright." He chuckled reassuringly, making me bite my lip as he gently took the back of my neck and pressed our foreheads together. I closed my eyes as I just let him hold me, my heart so full of love for Tom at the fact that no matter what changed with us, he would always accept it and love me for it.

"I will always love you, no matter how you identify. You're the same Y/N that you've always been, the only difference is that you're now my partner, not my girlfriend. Of course I'm going to respect whatever you want to be called, however you want to be identified, but that doesn't change the fact that I love you, and I always will. You're everything to me, my love." He whispered as his thumbs soothingly massaged my cheeks. I bit my lip and gave him a small smile, everything in me feeling so relieved that I was dating such an understanding guy.

"You're everything to me too, Tommy. And I love you too." I replied equally as quietly before I leant in and kissed him. He returned it, our eyes fluttering shut as we continued to hold each other, and I continued to relish the fact that I hadn't lost my boyfriend today. I had only confirmed that he was in fact, the love of my life.