Virgil oneshots (all ships with Virgil)

S'been A Long Day {ThiVi}

It's been a long, dragging on day; waking up at the buttcrack of dawn to drive into the city and work his ass off as an art gallery assistant to the guy who stole the job just because he slept with the woman who was in charge of the whole thing, and be force to converse with all these snot nosed rich children (that's how these people acted anyway) who'd pay 1 mil for a canvas with different colored scribbles on it. But, hey, getting coffee at the first break in sight couldnt go wrong- oh wait. It did. Another customer who wasn't paying attention ran right into Virgil, spilling his stupid decaf- WHO THE FUCK GETS DECAF- coffee all over Virgil's white button up. Did I mention he had to wear a stupid button up with a tie and dress pants? Well, he did, damn dress codes. All in all this day sucked. It could die in a hole for all he cared. He just wanted to go home.

Finally the day came to the end of work as he was free to go home, the sun setting, causing Virgil to suddenly wish he had take the suit jacket that completed the outfit he wore. And when he pulled up to his house he let out a relieved sigh, before mustering together whatever strength he had to get out and go inside, immediately going to the bedroom that he shared with his boyfriend. (He didn't know where he was but he's to tired to be paranoid) Virgil tore off his pants and peeled off the still slightly damp button up and retrieved a unidentified shirt as he hasn't bothered with the lights when he came in. He slid the shirt on, the loose covering being more than cool on his skin, he grabbed the loose pants he had discarded this morning and pulled them back on climbing into the warm inviting bed, pulling the covers over his shoulder as he closed his eyes, happy to be home.

The door creaked as it opened slightly more than he had left it, and a moment later he felt the bed dip as a cold draft hit his legs when the blanket was lifted to allow his boyfriend entrance. He felt the familiar warmth of his boyfriend as arms wrapped around his waist, Virgil unable to stop himself from melting from the comfort that the hug had brought. A kiss was placed to the back of his neck, earning a tired hum from Virgil. He felt Thomas' cheek on his own as Thomas settled beside him. "You okay?" Virgil couldn't help but sigh at the question. No, no he wasn't, he wanted to curl into a ball and die, but unfortunately that wasn't an option. "S'been a Long day.." Came the tired reply, followed by a yawn. Thomas pulled Virgil back against his chest and nuzzled into his neck. "M'sorry baby.." Virgil smiled as the warmth of Thomas's breath hit his neck. "S'ok... Just wanna... *yawn* sleep, like this with my boyfriend." With each word he began to slur, exhaustion taking over. "Mm. Your wish is my command." Virgil was way to tired to make a quip about what he had said, and sleep overtook him, the warmth and safety of it all making it basically impossible for him to stay awake.

Thomas could tell that the other male had been through hell; that's why Virgil was awoken by the smell of his favorite breakfast and favorite tv show waiting on Netflix and everything set to Practically live on the couch for a day. they spent the day cuddling and watching Netflix and YouTube, and even fell asleep on the couch, their necks would tear them a new one later, but this, this was just perfect. Thomas made it worth the day of hell. Cause he'd go through a thousand days of hell if it meant Thomas was waiting at the end of them for him.

Virgil didn't think he could love Thomas more than he did, but he was always proved wrong time and time again... Not that he minded.

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You know who else is tired besides V-man? Me- so g'night see ya next chapter