Sander Sides One Shots

Sweater {Prinxiety}

Requested by emo_nightmare6

Prinxiety

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"Oh come on!" Virgil groaned, searching through his closet. Clothes littered the floor, everything but his (amazing) sweater.

"How did I manage to lose this one" Virgil muttered, running a hand through his hair. His eyes fell upon his old, black sweater. He sighed, grabbing it from his chair.

Even though he only had the other sweater for a few weeks, it felt wrong to wear this one. It just had a lot of memories. Some of them bad, of course. He slipped on the sweater, shivering at the rough material scratching at his skin.

He swiftly kicked aside the clothes, almost tripping on several of his shirts. Hey, it was dark and his whole closet is filled with black clothes. Except for one, but no one wants to see that.

Virgil opened the door, pulling at the hoody. He shut the door behind him, a small click sounding. He walked down the hall, seeing Patton in the kitchen and Logan in the office area.

"Hey! Patton! Have you seen my sweater?" Virgil ran up to him, jumping onto one of the breakfast bar chairs.

"No I haven't..but that reminds me! I wanted to make a sweater for one of my friends who's a cop. What kind should I make?" Patton grinned.

"I don't know

Dread crossed his face.

wait no-"

"A pullover!" Patton giggled earning a groan from Virgil.

"Oh come on Virgil!"

"Nope I'm going with Logan. Bye." Virgil hopped off the chair, speed-walking to the office.

"Hey dork, have you seen my sweater?" Virgil tilted his head at Logan, who only glanced at him.

"I have not. I apologize. Have you asked Patton?" Logan waved his pencil, clicking his tongue.

"I did, but all he gave me was a bad joke."

"IT WAS FUNNY! COME ON! THROW ME A BONE HERE!"

Logan rolled his eyes, "I suggest you go ask Roman."

"Thanks Dork."

"No problem Virgil."

Virgil gave him his signature smirk before running off to Roman's room. It wasn't that early, but he was surprised Roman hadn't left his room yet. Patton and him were early birds, Logan was sometimes. Virgil and him usually slept late.

"Roman?" Virgil knocked on the door, slowly pushing it open.

"Are you asleep-" He stopped his eyes falling to the man on the bed.

Roman was passed out, his purple strands of hair slipping from the usually perfect style. A small smile lacing his lips. He was curled up into a cuddling position, his hands gripping tightly onto Virgil's sweater. His face was hidden inside the comfy fabric.

Virgil felt his heart beat faster, the pulses getting quicker and quicker. The sudden flare of heat in his cheeks running through his entire body. The wave of heat making his palms sweat.

"O-oh" Virgil backed away from the door, shutting it behind him. A small smile crawling up his face.

Oh

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I didn't know how to end it I'm sorry