Sanders sides oneshots (request closed)

time to sleep

type: human AU

ship: Romile

genre: hurt/conrort, angsty

requested by: Theeverseeingeye

TW: sad boi roman, bad self thoughts

word count: 2491

Roman was sitting by his desk, enjoying the Disney songs that seemingly came out of thin air as he prepared the next scrip. Suddently, his door shot open with a loud bang
"Holy mother of-" Roman turned around, expecting to see his brother, but facing Eden instead, "Oh, you..." He frowned before he saw another figure behind them, this one being shorter and with ruby red hair falling messily around their face
"Oh, me!" Eden smiled mischeviously
"And me!" The shorter one exclaimed, popping up from behind
"Another one!?"
"Yes! I'm gonna do sooooo much angstttt"  the short one smiled, leaning foward a bit, its grey eyes looking at Roman with a shimmer of exitement.
"Why? And who are you!?" Roman asked, moving slightly back
"Because I asked them to," Eden explained, "And this is Doodles. Roman, Doodles. Doodles, Roman"
"Hello again!" Doodles said, "Prepare to meet Emi again!" With that final sentence, Doodles snapped their finger, summoning a black hole which shallowed Roman. It looked up at Eden, "I hope you enjoy whan I write!"

Emile loved being a therapist. For real! He loved his job. He loved being able to help. His priority was to be there for the people that needed him, the same way that people had been there for him in the past. He didn't mind much... Except when it became a bit too much. Except when all his patients were going through bad things in their life at the same time. Except when Emile found himself trapped with millions of problems outside of his control and internally knowing that, as much as he wanted to help, the pain that his patients were going to go through was inevitable. Today was one of those days.

That night, Emile arrived home late. He had warned Roman tho, sending him some texts saying that he'd have to stay up doing paperwork. In the end, Emile had gotten distracted by cartoons... again. He couldn't really focus on anything.

During the drive home, the man kept finding himself lost in thought. Thankfully, his attention on the road was just the bare enough, not getting into any trafic accident. Still... Still his thoughts where clouded and drifting away. The only thing he wanted to do the second he got home was to throw himself on the bed and sleep until morning

His plan didn't exactly go as thought. When Emile stepped in his appartement, he was shocked to find the house looking amazing. It was- everything was so clean!

The floors where shiny, there was nothing out of place. The shelves had been re-arranged, the keys where actually in the key-holder instead of on the table, the mail was organized, the couch was aligned with the TV, with the blankets folded on top of it, the paintings all straight... Emile could've gone on and on on how great everything looked. What catched his eye the most was his boyfriend in front of him.

Roman had one had extended towards Emile, the other one hiding behind his back, Emi could more or less see the silhouette of a flower bouquet. Roman was wearing a white turtleneck, black skinny jeans and a red jacket. His green eyes shimmered with golden makeup, his hair was neatly combed to the side. The therapist had to admit, his boyfriend was the most gorgeous man to ever be born. And when he dressed up- Emile could already feel his face warm up to the bare sight of him.

Emile held the hand that Roman was reaching out towards him and was immediately pulled on forward to a surprise hug accompanied by a soft kiss in the forehead.