Prompt

Roman was a very talented artist. He always had new and creative ideas for things, and drawing was something he had done for a while now. The other sides knew he liked drawing, and had seen some of his things, but he never would let them flip through his sketchbook.

Of course, everyone was curious as to why. When Virgil saw that he had left it opened on the couch he was about to sit on he couldn't help but notice that he happened to be a part of Roman's most recent drawing. His curiosity led him to flip to the page before, and then the one before that. All of them held something similar; him and Roman.

Each picture was different, there were some with them simply holding hands, others of them hugging or cuddling together on the couch, and some even where they were kissing. Some of them simply were drawings of Virgil alone. Virgil was certainly surprised, this wasn't what he was expecting at all, although if he was being honest he didn't know what he expected. He didn't mind knowing that Roman drew him like this, in fact it actually made him smile. If he drew these things then it must mean he thought about it often, and Virgil had before too.

When he heard Roman returning to the room he quickly flipped the book closed, sitting down on the couch and trying to look as if he hadn't just been looking around in his sketchbook. He noticed Roman's surprise at finding Virgil in there, and saw him panic for a moment as he realized he had left his book. He quickly rushed over to grab it, seeming relieved to find it closed.

He took his seat back, opening up his notebook and flipping through to the drawing he was currently working on. He made sure that the book was facing only him, so Virgil would not be able to see it. Virgil grinned as he noticed Roman's frequent glances over to him, leaning over when he wasn't looking to talk.

"Would you like to recreate those drawings in real life?" He asked suddenly, and Roman jumped. He flipped his book shut, looking up at Virgil in confusion.

"W-what?" He stuttered out, face red.

"Your drawings. Y'know, the ones of us? We should reenact them." Virgil shrugged, still grinning smugly.

"I... you looked through my sketchbook while I was gone, didn't you?" Roman muttered. "Please don't tease me. I can throw them out."

"Roman. You like me, right? I like you too. I am actually asking you, for real, if you would like to do those things because I would too." Virgil explained, frowning and barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"I... so, you don't think I'm creepy? You like me too?" Roman asked, and Virgil nodded.

"Yes. I do." Virgil smiled at him again, his grin only growing as he saw how red Roman's cheeks were. Roman smiled back at him and held his hand.

"I am very glad that you do." Roman sounded relieved, and kissed the back of Virgil's hand. "And if you are serious about recreating those drawings, then I do have one specifically I would very much enjoy reenacting."

"Which one is that?" Virgil laughed, Roman leaning forward nervously and wrapping his arms around Virgil.

"The one where we kiss," Roman whispered, too embarrassed to speak up.

"I definitely think we should go with that one." Virgil agreed, smiling and leaning in too. Roman smiled, he was waiting for him to say it was okay before, and now he was pulling him into a kiss, holding him close as Virgil kissed him back. When the two pulled away he laughed.

"I thought I had left it open..."

So like. That thing didn't last long lol.

I had an anxiety attack and had freddie end it for me. I feel really embarrassed now actually, which sucks. Sorry to anyone who wanted to see it and couldn't. I was incredibly boring anyways (that's what kinda made me panic, I had trouble knowing what to say)

So. Tonight is not my night. (Venting again ignore me if it'll bother you I'm suicidal and just need a place to talk okay? Seriously you can ignore me I'll live)

Y'know what's incredibly sad? Someone asking me what I wanna do in the future, and it's not even really that far away, but I don't know how to answer because how do you tell someone it's hard to think about a future you don't think you'll even live long enough to see? I don't see myself making it till I'm 18. And really, that's only two years away.

It sucks. I feel like I can't complain about my life too. Cause really, compared to many people I have a great life. But I still can't exactly fix the fact that I have depression and anxiety and that does make things hard.

Why does feeling like this make you so guilty? Like obviously I don't want to hurt anyone who cares about me. Of course not. And I'm sure I won't even do anything, I know I won't, but I still feel so guilty any time I try to talk about how I feel.

I feel alone. I know I'm not, I have people. I have freddie. I have some of you guys. But I can't go to any of my other family. I don't have a single adult who will listen to me and not make me feel stupid.

I just want some help, y'know? That's all. I just want help. I just wanna feel happy.

Anyways. I'm actually gonna get some sleep, I'm tired and I have to get up tomorrow. Sleep is really nice when you're sad. Cause for me I just honestly wanna stop existing for a bit, and sleeping kinda achieves that. I don't have to worry.

Problem is, I have really bad nightmares when I get stressed. Like... I'll have them for weeks and months at a time. They make everything worse. Let's hope I have no nightmares tonight. I really don't want any.

So, since I don't wanna worry anyone, promise I'll see ya soon with a new oneshot. I'm not disappearing any time soon.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this-please. Don't just leave comments on my author's note. I wanna know if you like the stories too, I'm aware of how annoying I am and I'm aware you guys want me to be safe anyways and I'm fine. At least I will be. *Virgil throws you a ring pop and then sinks down*

Please be sure to mention that it's for the ring pop suggestions!! It sounds dumb but sometimes idk so I won't post them cause anxiety is fuckin weird man I worry over little shit so much. I'm gonna work on some requests too soon-don't put any new ones, but I already have a couple to do.

Take care of yourself. Love you guys. Bye-Bob