Random Sanders Sides Stuff

Pride

TW:Homophobic brother, mentions of an anxiety attack, let me know if I missed any.
Virgil's P.O.V.
I hate my life. My parents keep trying to set me up with a girl, even though I'm not straight. My twin brother Remy understands this, as he is gay too, and so does my friend Logan, but no one else even knows. My six year old sister is too young to be thinking about that type of stuff, and my older brother is extremely homophobic. My parents are never openly against anything LGBTQ, but I know they don't particularly understand or like it. Christmas is approaching fast and I'm considering breaking it to them then, maybe they'll be more accepting because of the holiday? I don't know.
I'm taken out of my thoughts by someone knocking on my door. I walk over and open it to see Abby, bouncing up and down excitedly.
"Dinner!" She shouts, a huge smile one her face. I grin down at her and shut my door behind me, following her down the stairs.
I see Dylan* already there, setting the table. He scowls at me, he's never really like my or Remy's tastes. Remy comes down and starts chatting away, groaning when our parents tell him to take off his sunglasses.
"This is nothing new, so why do you act like it is?" Mom asks exasperatedly. He just smirks at her.
"Because that's my way to protesting, so get used to it." He says sassily, and I hold back a laugh. Mom just sighs.
"Thank you Dylan" dad says pointedly "for helping out." I roll my eyes.
Dinner is calm, nothing unusual happening. There's talk about the holidays, the different activities that we're going to do, just random chatter. Despite my earlier claim, it is quite pleasant like this, just a happy family moment. This moment is ruined however when Dylan voices his opinion that she nothing to do with the subject.
"Anything gay is just so wrong, men and women are supposed to be together, it's just the way that we're meant to be." He exclaims loudly. I wince, and so does Remy. My parents look bothered, and speak up.
"Let's not talk about that at the dinner table." My father says sternly. Dylan shrugs.
"Just saying." He says. Mom sends him a warning look.
The rest to dinner goes without a hitch and I start cleaning up, Remy and I doing the dishes together as the others head back to their rooms.
"Do you think Dylan knows?" Whispers Remy, glancing upstairs. I shake my head, handing him the next dish to dry.
"I just think he's really vocal with his opinions." I say, and he nods.
We finish the dishes in a comfortable silence, and we head back to our shared room. I flop on my bed, socially exhausted. Remy just gives a sympathetic look and goes on his phone, while I contemplate everything about today.

Finally, it's the day before Christmas. Everyone is excited, but I'm just nervous. I got everyone their gifts, but I'm contemplating giving them all a gift to symbolize my sexuality. Maybe a card that hints at it?
"Why so tense?" Remy asks, glancing up from his phone to look at me, head down on the desk.
"I'm thinking about coming out to the rest t the family through a gift, but I don't know how." I mumble, raising my head slightly to look at him. He walks over, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"We can do it together? Matching or otherwise, just so you're not alone in this." I smile at him gratefully.
"Really?" He's nods with a smile.
"You're the anxious one, if you can do it without anyone even telling you to, I can do it with you." He says. I nod and We get to work.
5 hours later we've completed it, each of us having a wrapped card, labeled To:Everyone. We head downstairs and out them neatly on top, stacked on one another. They're matching, both completely rainbow on the front, and inside is a picture of each of us respective to whose card it is. The right side has the words 'Enjoy your gay!' in rainbow, as if to say enjoy your day, but instead it's us coming out. On the back it has an actual rainbow and a picture of both of us, one arm around the other, wearing LGBTQ shirts, though a different photo for each card, despite it having the same things. We're gonna ask them to open both of the cards at the same time, just so we have each other to be anxious with.
We start to hear back upstairs but Abby runs up to us, smiling widely. She hugs each of us before stepping back and catching her breath.
"Mom wants you to come for lunch. Also, thank you guys for the new gifts, even if I haven't seen them yet!" She says happily, and runs upstairs to get Dylan, his room being next to ours. We pass her room, then our parents and take a left into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.
"We haven't seen you two all day, we were starting to the worried." Mom says as we sit down, doing so herself.
"Sorry, we were just working on a final gift." Remy says easily as Dylan comes in. He scoffs.
"More like listening to your stupid emo music." He says, sitting down angrily.
"Now Dylan, there's no need to be rude." Dad says, giving him a stern look.
"There's no way they'd be that considerate, they don't really like us." Dylan says, glaring at me and Remy.
"They did! I saw them placing it on the pile! And the only person here they don't like is you, and for good reason." Abby says as she comes in, pouting slightly at the end. Dylan looks to our parents to defend him from her last claim, but they just nod. He huffs angrily and gets up, storming upstairs.
"Sorry about your brother. He can be a bit... opinionated sometimes." Mom says apologetically.
"It's fine. It's not like it's your fault." I say. She nods sadly.
We finish our lunch in silence, and the rest of the day is mostly uneventful. Well, except for the fact that I have an anxiety attack about how everyone will react to the cards, but Remy calms me down pretty quickly. We go to bed early, and for once I fall asleep without much of a struggle, my overall exhaustion from the day overtaking my usual insomnia.
I wake with a jolt. Today's the day, the day that everyone finds out. Panickedly, I run over to my closet, grabbing all of my things. I stuff everything in a bag, getting changed at some point as I prepare, just in case. I'm not running away because of fear, no, I'm getting ready in case they don't accept us and decide to disown us because of it. Once that's done I relax a bit, it didn't take too long since I don't have all that much anyways. As I sit back I finally notice Remy staring at me, I guess I must have woken him up. Wordlessly he gets out of bed, neatly packing all of his own things into one of his bags. Once he's done he sits back down on his bed, and we just look at each other for a moment. I get too anxious, and break the silence.
"So, it's Christmas." I say awkwardly, trying to not focus on the cards under the tree currently. He glances at the clock.
"Yeah. 5 a.m. on Christmas morning, when the only one who will be awake is Abby." He says lightly, and I can't help but smile slightly. He smiles back, happy that I'm no longer freaking out.
"Yeah, but to be fair I'm pretty sure she woke up an hour ago." I say jokingly, and be both laugh quietly. At that moment I hear footsteps sprinting down the hall, only to skid to a stop. Hesitantly I get up, opening the door a crack. Abby's standing at the top of the stairs, her eyes darting around and her bottom lip quivering. I open the door about an inch further, enough for it to creak, making her whirl around, staring at me with wide eyes. She runs into me, hugging my legs tightly. I shut the door, picking her up easily and carrying her to my bed. Setting her down, I sit next to her, giving her a small encouraging smile.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask softly, still holding her tightly. She sniffles.
"No one else is awake, I don't want to wake Mommy or Daddy, and Dylan wouldn't understand, but I don't want to be alone." She says, her voice wavering. Remy silently gets up and sits down next to us, joining in the hug.
"Hey, no matter what you can always wake us, we'll probably be up late anyways. Don't worry about it, if you don't want to be alone, just knock first, and we'll open the door. If we don't respond, then you can come in and wake either one of us." He says gently, making her smile up at us, albeit a small, almost trembling smile, but a smile all the same. We spend the rest of the time waiting for the others to wake up just talking and quietly laughing, joking about gifts and just generally having a good time. She mentions getting Dylan a pink, sparkly bike and Remy and I look at each other, eyes meeting for a second before we burst out laughing, quickly covering our mouths since we're so loud. Eventually we hear the other three waking up and quiet down slightly, before Abby just gets up and sprints out of our room, no longer caring about the noise. We chuckle and follow her, making sure she doesn't get into any trouble. We all gather in the living room, sitting on the couch and taking down our stalkings. Mom and Dad look less tired, like they woke up a while ago and only made it apparent now, while Dylan looks like he just woke up from 3 hours of sleep. Once we get to presents I let my actual joy take over, though my anxious thoughts still linger in the back of my head. At last, as we requested, it's time for the cards, we didn't want to ruin the mood so we agreed that the cards would be opened after everything else. Remy and I glance at each other nervously, both of us getting up so we were no longer sitting on the floor as Mom and Dad pick up the cards. Dylan scowls, but Abby just smiles brightly, all four of them squishing together on the couch so they can all read it. I hold my breath as the envelope is torn open carefully, a bright rainbow - quite literally -of colors attacking my eyes. Yeah, I'm never doing something that colorful again. Remy notices my look and chuckles soundlessly, making me smile despite my anxiety skyrocketing. I watch carefully as they open the cards, in sync and almost slow motion. Time seems to freeze as their eyes travel across the page, my breath hitching as an indecipherable look comes over their faces. Time resumes it's pace all to quickly however as rage and disgust flit across Dylan's face, making him stand up. I shrink back as he storms over to me, curling in on myself as the only thing I can hear is the ringing in my own ears. He jabs a finger at my chest, opening his mouth when Abby cuts him off.
"What does gay mean?" She asks curiously, frowning at Dylan. He doesn't respond to her, instead refocusing on me.
"You guys are disgusting! Don't you dare explain it to her, you'll ruin her forever! Is this your idea of a Christmas present?! You're sick!" He exclaims angrily, jabbing his finger harshly into my chest once more, making me flinch back and wince at the pain.
"Hey! Don't do that! That's mean!" Abby shouts, dragging Dylan away from us. Mom and Dad are glaring, and I flinch again before I realize it's directed at Dylan.
"No, Dylan, you are in the wrong. They just gave you a very valuable piece of information to them and you act like it's your job to disown them? Go to your room, you're grounded for today and you can't have any of your presents for a week." Mom says harshly, still glaring daggers at him.
"Argue and it will be longer." Dad adds sternly as Dylan opens his mouth to protest. He opens and closes his mouth angrily a few times before storming upstairs, muttering under his breath.
"Abby, gay means-" I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second before recomposing myself "Okay, you know how princes usually fall in love with princesses?" I ask calmly. She nods "Well being gay means that the prince would fall in love with another prince, not a princess." I explain nervously, gauging her reaction. To my dismay, her face fills with anger.
"That's what Dylan was so mad about?! That you loved other guys?! He's the sick and disgusting one!" She shouts, surprising me. Mom and Dad nod.
"That's right, I'm sorry you had to go through that you two, he can be so awful sometimes. I hope you know that we love and accept you either way, don't let him get to your head." Mom says gently, looking at me kindly. I nod, relieved, Remy doing the same. Things will take a while to work out, especially with Dylan, but at least now Remy and I can have pride in who we are.

*Not Deceit, just a random name.
Hey! I'm getting more done, so that's good. I hope I can keep a similar pace for a while, just to get rid of some of the drafts (by get rid of I mean finish). See ya soon.