Sander Sides One Shots {Requests Open}

That Day (Remile)

A/N: so i wrote this for the TSFA as my own personal thing, so i'm sharing it here

Possible trigger warning: dysphoria, crying, and it's that time of the month for Remy
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'Great'
Remy though, realizing what he had woken up to. It's that time of the month. It's that time where his dysphoria hits the most. It sucks, and he knows that, but he can't do much for it

The, sad trans male, moved to the bathroom, fixing himself up, before moving to him and his, gay cis male boyfriend Emiles, room. The smaller of the two managed to steal some of his boyfriends clothes, seeing that his boyfriend was taller then her, which means baggy clothes

Remy sighed, flopping on the, thankfully clean, bed, wondering what he's going to do. He's not one to talk about his dysphoria, or when it's that time, despite what Emile has told him.

Its about 2:50 pm. Emile will be home in 10 minutes. Remy has 10 minute to make sure he wasn't a bundle of dysphoria emotions. Which all in all failed

By the time Emile stumbles through the door, calling out to his lovely boyfriend Remy, Remy was busy crying on the bed. This wasn't because of pain, no, this was because he was so sick and tired on not being able to get the surgery he needs

Emile felt a frown on his face, seeing his boyfriend wasn't coming down the stairs. The therapist of the bunch didn't realize that time it was. Normally he know, but it slipped his mind this time

Emile made his way up the stairs, hoping and praying, that his boyfriend was safe. That his boyfriend was okay, and hopefully just asleep or listening to music

When the taller male reached the room, that they shared, he heard sobs, which worried him a lot. He slowly pushed the door in, calling softly

"Remy? Love? Are you alright?" Emile called, causing the sobbing male to snap his head up, happy his boyfriend was home.

Emile looked at Remy, realizing that Remy was in his clothes, and that he was a mess.

'Uh oh. It's that time'
Emile thought, moving to sit on the bed, next to his boyfriend

Remy immediately leaned against Emile, looking for comfort. Emile wrapped an arm around Remy him closer. "Hey love, guessing it's a bad day" Emile whispered, lightly kissing Remys head

Remy gave a small nod, sniffling a bit. "It's not pain, it's dysphoria" He whispered, whipping his eyes.

Emile nodded "I'm sorry love, but let's take a nap. We can make cookies" He offered, getting a small nod in response from his small boyfriend

The two shuffled, laying down, Emile not bothering to change, seeing that Remy really needed his comfort.

Soon the took were alseep, and then made some cookies