This oneshot is brought to you by: the two fucking flies that wouldn't stop buzzing around my head. When the first one died I thought I was safe but then there was another one. I hope they both burn in Hell. .....but I guess I have to be kinda glad that this also cured my random writers block and I could write this oneshot to vent my frustration so whatever-

Also this can be taken as platonic or romantic, it does kinda lean towards being romantic at the end but it's really up to how you see it so idk

Virgil was definitely confused and a little concerned when he first heard something crashing in the room next door to him, followed by several frustrated curses. He wasn't sure what was going on, and after listening in for a moment it sounded like something bad might be happening. So, after a few minutes of debating whether or not he cared enough to check it out, Virgil rose from his comfortable bed and made his way into the hallway.

He knocked on the door the noise was coming from-Roman's room-and waited for a response. None came, so he knocked a second time. Then a third time. After the forth time it was clear that Roman couldn't hear him, and he decided to simply open the door and walk in. Virgil didn't really know what he had been expecting when he opened up the door to the creative sides bedroom, but it certainly hadn't been this.

Papers were scattered across the room, along with various writing utensils, a few notebooks, some open and some closed, and in the middle of it was Roman-brandishing a sword and looking around the room frantically. He was facing away from Virgil, so he hadn't noticed his entrance yet and Virgil wasn't sure if he really wanted to gain his attention. Still, he did want to know what was going on, so he very slowly closed the door to Roman's room and turned to raise an eyebrow at him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, jumping when Roman whirled around and slashed his sword in his direction. Immediately after realizing it was a person behind him and not whatever he had been searching for before his eyes widened, cheeks staining pink as he quickly held his sword behind his back.

"Virgil!" He said, looking at him and then glancing around the room again as if making sure they were safe. "...did you need something?"

"I was just wondering what the noise was..." Virgil answered, following his eyes around and not seeing anything. "What are you looking for?"

"...nothing, it's nothing!" Roman shook his head, walking across the room to stand in front of Virgil. "I was just... messing around, I promise I'll be quieter. If that's all you needed then you can go now-"

"Wait," Virgil shook his head, stopping Roman as he tried to shoo him out the door. "Seriously, do you need some help? Something's clearly bothering you a lot."

Roman didn't say anything for a while, glancing around the room again and nervously chewing his bottom lip. He winced as he heard that familiar and terrible buzzing sound by his ear. Immediately he sighed, bringing his hands up to grip his head and gritting his teeth as he fought back frustrated tears. "There's... there's a fly in here, and it's been buzzing around my head for the last hour and I just want it to go away."

"Whoa, dude... it's-it's just a fly, there's no need to start crying over it." Virgil frowned at him, unsure what to do if he started to actually cry.

"It's not just that," Roman breathed, still doing his best to keep back his tears. "It's just... everything. Everything has been so stressful lately, I..."

"Hold on," Virgil said, putting a hand on his shoulder that he hoped was comforting. "Why don't you go... wait in the living room. I'll kill the stupid fly, and... I dunno, we could eat ice cream and you can talk about stuff, if you want."

Roman looked down at the hand on his shoulder, following it up to Virgil's face. He watched him for a minute, as if trying to tell whether or not he was being sincere, before sighing. "I... thank you. That's really nice of you, Virgil."

"Yeah, whatever." Virgil shrugged it off, pulling his hand back and crossing his arms awkwardly. "Just... go wait, I'll be out in a minute."

****

It wasn't very long before Virgil made it out to where Roman was sitting on the couch, dumping a few blankets on him and making him laugh before disappearing into the kitchen to make them both ice cream. When he returned he sat with Roman under the blankets, listening to him vent about how nothing seemed to work out for him lately. He had so many ideas, and yet he couldn't seem to actually get any of them down into a completed project, or even begin to get it down. He listened to him talk about the things he did manage to get down, and how they were nowhere near what he had hoped. He listened to every little thing that had been getting him down lately, was a shoulder to lean on when talking about it made him cry again.

"Thank you," Roman said at last, when he had finally finished venting to Virgil, who simply shrugged him off. "No, really. This helped a lot. I already feel a lot better."

"Well... you're welcome, I guess." Virgil muttered, frowning. He almost jumped when Roman wrapped his arms around him in a hug, not at all expecting it. Virgil watched as he let go, still not entirely pulling back as he leaned against Virgil's shoulder, yawning.

"We should probably get to bed," Roman muttered, glancing at the clock on the wall. Virgil shrugged, moving Roman as well in doing so.

"Let's just stay here," he mumbled, face heating up. "I mean-that way I know you're actually sleeping and not staying up trying to work on another project... I think it'll be easier to get things done that you actually like when you've actually had a good nights sleep... Also, you're warm."

Roman laughed, shaking his head at the anxious side. "Well.. I suppose it's hard to argue with that. You're a great pillow, anyways."

"Good," Virgil mumbled, shuffling closer to Roman under the blankets and getting comfortable.

"Good," Roman repeated, smiling still as he let his eyes fall shut. Maybe things would be better tomorrow.

Whooooooooooo I can write again!!! Also I hate all flies, flies are terrible and I wish it were easier to wack them with the stupid flyswatter. It's also weird that the first thing I wrote when I could write again was prinxiety, lol. It's not my favorite ship of all time, but I thought they were a good fit for this.

Also I swear I am gonna get around to requests, just... I really have been having trouble writing the last couple days, and life is still crazy. I feel like I've already said this a thousand times lmao... also, if I don't get to your request then I'm really sorry. I've just got a lot to write already, and if I can't figure out how to write it well I just can't do it. I am sorry. I will try my best, though.

Anyways..... I do have a new book that I update in somewhat frequently, it does have some Sanders Sides things in it. It's called Mood Boards, and it's literally exactly what it says in the title lol. I just make cool mood boards... like this one, for example.

I think they're all pretty cool, so if you'd like to go check that out! That's also just like... if you miss me being weird and talking at the end of these, I do that a lot in there. So just go read it if you wanna lol.

I am going to end this here, and maybe try to get something else done tonight if I can. I also need to get to sleep early tho, cause I have to wake up at 8 to take care of animals. So, thanks so much for reading this. *whoa that anxiety attack was rough and now you're exhausted but wait where did this ring pop come from?* (thank you Paradox-Puzzler !) Love you guys, take care of yourselves. Bye!-Bob