Sander Sides Oneshots

This is home (Roman & Remus)

This is based on the Song This is Home by Cavetown.

TW: Homophobia, Transphobia, self-hatred, panic attack, abuse, yelling, bullying. Please let me know if there is any others I should add

Roman: he/him (goes by Ramona and she/her at the beginning)

Remus: he/him

Virgil: they/them

Janus: he/him

Roman:

Often, I am upset that I cannot fall in love, but I guess this avoids the stress of it

I felt like everyone's eyes were on me. I tried to smile at the boy asking me out. I wanted to say yes, to do what was expected of me. Instead, I turned and ran out of the cafeteria. I was crying by the time I got to the bathroom. I didn't even know why I was crying. I just knew I felt like everyone was staring at me. I looked into the mirror and saw that my makeup was messed up. I took a breath and took out my makeup bag.

I fixed my makeup, making sure I didn't look at my body too much, just focusing on my face. I hated my body; it didn't feel like me. When I finished touching it up, I looked at my reflection. I did look pretty, but my outfit today was simple: just a skirt and top. I wouldn't say I liked it. It was something my mom made me wear. My twin brother was the lucky one, he could wear whatever he wanted.

Remus

Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear when I'm ready, I will fly us out of here

I followed Ramona out of the cafeteria. I knew by the look on her face that she wasn't happy about the dude publicly asking her out. Despite being one of the popular kids, she hated being the center of attention. It was almost as if she hated herself, but I knew that wasn't exactly true. I silently cursed when I saw her go into the bathroom. I couldn't follow her there, so I decided to wait.

I ended up waiting longer than I thought, both bells ringing before she came out. She seemed surprised that I was there. We stared at each other for a minute before I said jokingly, "So, not your type huh?"

I thought it would help her smile, instead she burst into tears again. I pulled her into a hug. She was sobbing, and I just let her cry. She mumbled some things I couldn't really understand, but they seemed to help out. Finally she pulled away and I let her.

She looked away from me and said, "I'm sorry about that. I made you late to class."

I laughed a little bit, "Eh, I was planning on skipping anyway. You're more important to me."

She frowned a little and looked at me, "Mom won't like that you skipped again."

I look away from her, "Yeah, well she can't control me. And I plan on getting us both out of there soon anyway."

She sighed, "I just don't want you to get in trouble again."

I sigh dramatically, "Me? Get in trouble? No, never"

She finally laughed, and I smiled at that. I knew she wasn't okay, but it was a start.

Roman:

I'll cut my hair, to make you stare, I'll hide my chest and I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

When we got home, I went into the bathroom. The plan was to take off my makeup and just get comfortable, but when I went to wash my face, my eyes wondered to my hair and my body. I hated how long my hair was, I hated how I looked. The longer I looked, the more sick to my stomach I felt. Everything looked wrong, like it was a complete stranger staring back at me.