Warnings: Body negativity, language (idk tell me to add)
A/N: This is sort of a vent fic? Idk this is my first fanfic Iām posting on Tumblr and I wrote it quickly listening to Billie Eilish past midnight. And Iām very tired and this is bad and I apologize.
@ethospathoslogan who actually wanted to read this shit
Alright, onward with the story!
Roman was used to feeling this way. Hating every aspect of himself was a familiar feeling. His stomach stuck out too far, his face seemed rounder than the other sidesā faces looked; he simply found himself far less attractive than all the others.
Patton had a fatherly charm always surrounding him. Virgil had a magical endearing quality about him. Logan had a pleasant mysterious vibe around him.
Roman was a dirty rock compared to them.
He appreciated how Virgil tried and failed to convincd him that they all had the same body, but Roman could never believe him.
He no longer wanted to listen to the anxious sideās lies.
On this particular Wednesday afternoon, Roman was preparing for a Sanders Sides shoot. He checked his reflection in his grand mirror and sighed at how his utterly disgusting face stared back at him.
The creative side swallowed as he pressed a hand to his large stomach. Roman wished to send it away with all his might, but to no avail.
Aggravated, he screamed, āI donāt want to be you anymore!ā at his stupid face. He slowly approached the mirror blinded by rage.
Roman wanted to break it into shards. That way he would never have to see his horrible face ever again.
āPrincey!ā He heard as something caught his fist.
Whipping around quickly, he found himself face-to-face with Virgil. Concern that he didnāt deserve swirled in the hoodie-cladās eyes.
He embarrassingly lost it. Roman, the apparently not-so-strong Prince, dropped to his knees in sorrow. Tears brimmed his eyes that he forced not to fall.
āIām sorry. Iām sorry. Iām sorry,ā he repeated.
He was faintly aware of a hand being pressed against his back. āWhy are you apologizing?ā The words were surprisingly soft considering they were exiting Virgilās mouth. It usually spewed out lies and strings of curses, against Pattonās liking.
āIām so fucking ugly and I donāt, I donāt deserve to be Thomasā side. And, and-ā
āThatās bullshit and you know it.ā
A wet laugh mixed with a growl was muffled by Romanās hands covering his face as it escaped. āYouāre lying. Just like you, you always d-do to make, to make me feel better.ā
āHeās not lying, you know.ā Romanās tear-streaked face peeked out from behind his hands, so he could see Logan standing in his doorway with his arms crossed. āYou are in no way large, besides your personality, if thatās what youāre concerned about. And even if you were, no one here would care or judge you.ā He paused, āOf course, if your weight became unhealthy, I would then politely intervene. Which then all of us would help you jump over that hurdle.ā
Before Roman had the chance to respond, Virgil jumped in. āWe would never stop loving you, Princey.ā
āReally?ā
āWell, of course.ā Logan answered.
Virgil used his thumb to remove a tear rolling down Romanās face. āYou will always be our strong, lovely, handsome Prince. No matter what.ā
Click for better quality ! Bonus: I put more details on it, and fixed Loganās finger, added shading to Patton etc. But Tumblr wonāt let me put the updated picture
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