A Collection Of Various One Shots Depicting Thomas Sanders's Characters

[Prinxiety] ~ Never Have I Ever (Pt. 2)

Part two requested by BookLover92506 , ChickitaGurl , and insertpunhere0 . Fun fact, part one is my most commented-on one shot yet. I'm glad you guys liked it! Or you just had a lot to say. Or both.

By the way, this one shot will have some little minor nods to Thomas's most recent vid at the time I'm writing this, the "Fitting In" video, so if you have not seen it, you probably won't get the references.

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Virgil groaned sleepily when he saw Roman teleport into his room.

"Hangover?" Roman asked, keeping his voice soft.

"Like you wouldn't believe." Virgil complained. He noticed something Roman was holding—a plate. "Are those... pancakes?"

Roman handed them to Virgil. "Pancakes are hangover food. Enjoy."

Virgil took the pancakes from Roman. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Roman said. He sat down on the couch next to Virgil. "So... what do you remember from last night?"

"Not much. Barely anything, really." Virgil admitted. "What was I like last night?"

Roman chuckled softly. "You're quite the experience when you're drunk."

"Great." Virgil sighed. He took a bite of the pancakes. "Hey, these aren't actually that bad. Did you make them?"

"No, Patton did." Roman said. "I can't cook to save my life."

Virgil snorted. "Ain't that the truth."

"Hey! You're not supposed to actually agree." Roman protested, making Virgil wince.

"Too loud." Virgil complained.

"Sorry," Roman said in a quiet tone.

"It's okay." Virgil said. "So back to last night..."

"Anything you want to know?" Roman asked, wondering if the conversation would turn to the one major thing in the back of his mind, the one thing he really wanted to talk about but was hesitant to.

"Did I... say or do anything last night that I might regret?" Virgil asked.

"Well, let's see here. You threw up, as would be expected. You said you loved everyone—"

"Ew."

"Oh, and you said you loved me."

Virgil blushed. "Oh."

Roman nodded.

"Look, I'm sorry, I was drunk—" Virgil tried to explain, but Roman stopped him.

"It's okay." Roman said. "I, uh, said I loved you too."

"You were sober?" Virgil raised an eyebrow.

"For the most part." Roman shrugged.

"So you mean it? You love me?" Virgil asked.

Roman nodded.

Virgil hesitated. "Have you ever heard the phrase, 'Drunken words are sober thoughts'?"

Roman hesitated. "So... You're saying..."

"Yes, you idiot, I love you." Virgil said.

Roman smiled and blushed.

"You're such a dork." Virgil said, taking another bite of pancake.

"Can I at least be your dork?" Roman asked.

"Smooth." Virgil said. "And, uh... Yeah. I mean, if you meant, like, being boyfriends and stuff. Then yeah. I would like that. But, like, only if that's what you meant. Like, only if you're cool with that."

"Now who's the adorable little dork?" Roman teased. "Yes, Hot Topic. That's what I meant, and yes, I would like that."

Virgil smiled, a small but genuine smile. "Maybe I should get drunk more often."

"Drink responsibly." Roman said.

"You were the one who suggested the 21+ version." Virgil pointed out.

"Oh, so you remember that much." Roman teased.

"I wasn't drunk then." Virgil said, finishing his pancakes.

Roman leaned his head against Virgil's shoulder, and Virgil laid back against the couch, so Roman's head slid to about the center of Virgil's chest. Roman repositioned himself so that he was lying next to Virgil, their legs intertwined and one of Roman's arms across Virgil's chest, and the other arm Virgil was using to rest his head on.

"How did it happen?" Virgil asked. "How did you find out I liked you?"

"You were clinging onto me pretty much the whole time. I shrugged that off at first, telling myself you were just drunk and it didn't mean anything. Over the course of the night, you kept making flirtatious comments directed at me. However, I still sorta needed you to spell it out for me. You asked me if I loved you, and I said yes, and you said you loved me. Of course, I knew it didn't really count cause you didn't know what you were doing." Roman said.

"Would you have confessed to me if that hadn't happened?" Virgil asked.

"Probably not." Roman admitted.

"C'mon, you're supposed to be the brave one. You're the Gryffindor here." Virgil teased.

"At least I have a Hogwarts house." Roman countered.

"I'm hurt." Virgil replied sarcastically.

Roman smiled at Virgil. "Did I ever mention you look good in purple?"

"Stop being so cute." Virgil complained.

"You little edgy nightmare." Roman teased. "With your edgy new jacket and the edgy purple."

"I get it. I'm edgy." Virgil said.

Roman placed a small kiss on Virgil's cheek. "You are, and I love you for it."

Virgil blushed.

Way to go, drunk me. You landed me a boyfriend.