Curly Hair Don't Look Good Short

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AU: highschool!sides, enby!patton

Ship(s): Platonic Logicality

Song Fic: "Hooped Earrings" by The Front Bottoms

Trigger Warnings: Transphobia, Literal Disownment, Coming Out

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"Come on give me a break, what is the point if I stay?"

Logan sat next to Patton, one hand resting on their knee. Patton was doing a breathing exercise of some sort, eyes still red and puffy from crying. The plan was set up. Patton would have a home to go to no matter what happened. Logan and his two brothers had always been close with Patton. Their parents loved Pat like a fourth child, and they would be always welcome in the Sanders home.

But that didn't stop Patton's fear...

"There's not much I can say, I never really knew your mom anyway"

Logan was wondering why he'd been asked to join. He couldn't possibly make the eventual pain lessen. Roman and Virgil had always been better with emotions. Surely, Patton could have asked his brothers? He couldn't do anything to calm Patton down. Their mom wasn't even here yet, and he was already useless. Nothing he could say would matter as it was. Patton valued family, chosen or not, above everything else. Logan knew this would break them.

A single tear dripped down Patton's face as their bedroom door opened...

"And now she's crying in the bathroom"

"My only daughter is a tranny!" Patton's Mom shouted between sobs. Logan knew that Patton was in their room, packing their most important possessions. Logan could almost guarantee that they were crying. Logan himself was getting emotional, and he has the same feelings as a brick wall, usually...

"I'm standing on the back porch for support"

Logan felt like the definition of useless. While his best friend, his favorite Non-Binary buddy, his favorite person, was in there crying, he was standing on the back porch. He could hear Patton's mom's sobbing from inside, and her occasionally shouts of disgust.

And then, both Patton and their mom ran into the porch...

"And she's begging you not to cut your hair"

"Patricia, you're such a sweet girl, though," their Mom sobbed.

"Patton," Logan corrected, earning a thankful gaze from Patton and a hateful glare from Mrs. Heart.

"Well," their mom sniffed, "a Patton Heart is not welcome in this house."

Tears dripped from Patton's eyes as Logan reached for their hand.

"Logan, can we go cut my hair?" Patton muttered. Logan nodded, only to have Mrs. Heart interject.

"No. I will not be the mother of anybody but Patricia, but you will not cut your hair..."

"'Cause curly hair don't look good short"


"And you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again

Yeah you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again, again"


"You got a rash on your neck just below the line

Where your shirt stops covering and leaves your skin bare."

Patton sat on a metal stool in the Sanders' backyard. A shiver ran through them as a gust of wind penetrated their blue hoodie. Patton had lived with the Sanders for almost a week. Mr. and Mrs. Sanders had gotten guardianship two days earlier. It was finally time to cut their hair.

Logan walked out of the house with a pair of scissors in his hand. Patton had asked him to do the honors. Logan held a chunk of hair in his hand, and as he did, he noticed Patton had been itching at their back where their hoodie tag rested...

"It's such an unimportant detail that has nothing to do with anything

But it's the only thing I remember from when I cut your hair."


"And you've got to do this now or you can never come home again

Yeah you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again, again"


"And there are not so many options, not so many ways that this could possibly end."


"So you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again, again

Say you have got to do this now or you can never come home again

Yeah you have gotta do this now or you can never come home again, again"


"And there are not so many options, not so many ways that this could possibly end."


"So you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again, again"


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Hello friends! This is pretty angsty, so sorry I guess

 >~<

Thanks for reading kiddos

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