Heya, I really enjoyed your last venture drabble.😋😋
I was wondering if you could do a venture x afab reader in which the reader also identifies as non binary but struggles with gender dysphoria. Maybe even an unsupportive family for extra angst, but venture is super supportive and understanding.
Sloane watches from the bed as you throw yet another set of clothes on the floor with some form of growing irritation. They smirk, knowing the feeling all too well.
"That one will look good on you-" Sloane tries to speak but you're already tossing the shirt away.
"Nothing looks good on me. None of this, anyway." You speak through gritted teeth.
With a small laugh, your partner tosses their bag at you. A bag full of their clothes. "Here, try one of these."
You stare at the bag at the edge of the bed and then back to Sloane.
"Why does nothing fit right?" You ask, rummaging through Sloane's bag and pulling out a shirt. Something instantly clicks as you grab a pair of pants from your closet.
"It doesn't feel like you." They speak from experience, leaning back against the headboard and watching you change. "I bet your parents had you dress a certain way as well."
"Yes!" You exclaim, pulling the shirt on and straightening it out. "Always dresses or long sleeves or pants, nothing too dark or too revealing- ugh! I hated it!"
Sloane laughs, nodding in agreement. "Been there. But, you know what? You are your own person. Dress how you wanna dress. Ain't no one gonna control your life. 'Specially not your parents."
The moment you look in the mirror, seeing who you want to be, how you want to dress, your shoulders slump. You just stand there and stare for a moment.
"You can wear my clothes whenever you need to." Sloan speaks out from behind you, smiling at the way you're now holding yourself. Something more confident.
"I could never truly be myself. It was hard getting to this point..." You admit, turning to look back at your partner. "How did you do it?"
Sloane shrugs. "Came to a realisation that nobody controls me. I do what I want when I want. I be myself."
"Even when you didn't know who you were?"
"Even then." Sloane sits up, patting the empty space behind them. "You just gotta be true to yourself and not let those assholes say otherwise."
You sit down beside them, internally thinking who you are. But also, the way Sloane speaks from experience, the seriousness in their voice, in their words.
"Doesn't happen overnight. Nothing ever does. But, don't let the hateful words of your parents or those around you, tell you to be something you're not."
