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You Need to Rest [Prinxiety]

I personally suffer from Insomnia sometimes (some self induced) so I have to take Melatonin Tablets and/or Gunnies so... just image Virgil taking Melatonin Gummies :> 

STORYTIME!

"Logaaaaaan I don't need to eat fruit snacks to help me sleep! I'm perfectly fine!"

"Nonsense, Virgil. Your heightened stste of anxiety makes it extremely difficult for Thomas to reach a state of Deep Sleep to revitalize the immune system and reaffirm good mental health and construct a better short term memory. These melatonin supplements will help you grow drowsy and settle your excess anxiety at night so we can reach that state of deep sleep." 

Virgil hated the fsct thst he needed something so childish to actually be of use to someone. Virgil tries his best. Virgil just wants to do his job. However, when he does his job he gets scolded for it by someone. The same when he was back there. It's just whenever he tries his best to be on guard and protect everyone he simply fails and ends up being... being... being... 

Paranoid

So Virgil was paranoid. Big whoop. Big deal. Virgil angrily took his dose of two 5mg Melatonin gummies and waited. Logan said he wasn't allowed to eat or drink after he takes the gummies or else they'd fail to work, the other sustenance overriding it. Virgil just sat on his bed in silence. He had these thoughts so often he ought to replace that spot with what he once got 'cause somebody stole his car radio and now he just sits in silence.

"Knockity Knockity~! How is my Golden Day doing? Or should I say Vegas Lights since it's Night? Anywho, am I allowed in?"

Virgil had to admit, that overly flamboyant Disney Prince was getting better with his affectionate nicknames. He really wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to be a better person to Virgil. Golden Days and Vegas Lights? Two very good and not very well mentioned Panic Songs. Virgil stood up with a sigh. He opened his front door and there was Roman, standing there with a big grin. He was wearing pajamas and holding a sleeping bag. Oh lord. First of all- Roman was kinda hot in casual clothes. Second of all- Did this dude really think he was going to have a slumber party with him? That's such a Patton thing. Virgil couldn't really see Roman wanting that.

"Hello Virgil. Logan has told me about your little issue with insomnia and has asked me to spend the night with you. Patton was kinda sorta deflated when Logan asked me and not him, but I don't mind at all."

Roman made himself at home, setting down his sleeping bag and making himself a cozy little place on the floor, right in front of Virgil's feet. Virgil was shocked. Logan, wtf man?? And Roman actually offering to sleep on the floor instead of stealing the bed or demanding to share it or even conjuring a couch for himself? That really means Roman cares.

"Roman... you don't have to sleep on the floor."

Roman looked up at him and laughed it off, conjuring some red and white pillows to go with the golden and red sleeping bag. Roman had his aesthetic. It matched his pajamas. He's one of those trendy fashion gays.

"Nonsense, Virgil. I'm not going to steal your bed from you. You haven't been sleeping well recently and what you need more than anything is some well deserved rest. So make like Aurora and sleep, you beauty~"

Of course, Roman just had to flirt with Virgil while making himself all humble and casual at ten o'clock at night: the curfew for Patton and now Virgil too. Virgil huffed his blush away and rolled his eyes. He turned around to hide the smirk from Roman. Virgil walked over to his bed and snapped. Instantly there were double blankets and double pillows. Once Virgil was calm he turned around. He bent down and snatched one of Roman's pillows. Virgil tarted tslking before he got the barrage of offended Princey noises.

"Nope. Sorry mister, but we either share the bed or you're gonna get out of my room. Nobody sleeps on the floor. That floor belongs to the spiders at night."

Virgil let out an evil smirk and an evil laugh. Normally that little scare only works for Patton when he tries being modest, but maybe it would work on Roman? His face went kinda pale. Roman started at Virgil, being all macho, then his packed cheeks went red. His eyes shifted over to the bed. Virgil actually added a golden pillow and a velvet colored fuzzy blanket. Virgil was getting kinda tried. It's been forever since he's actually felt droopy. It was... kinda nice. Virgil just wants to close his eyes and go, but not to Santa Fe. Heh heh... That's a big Roman joke.

"So... you want to share a bed? Is this a deliberate scam just to cuddle me~? Or do you just love me that much~?"

There we go with the flirting again. Virgil rolled his eyes and clapped. Poof. Spider pajamas. By that he means oversized shirt with a giant spider web on the front and a giant spider on the back with a motivational phrase. He also wore short ruffled Jammie shorts. You know, the ones you find in Walmart. Virgil T posed and flipped down on the bed on the right side. Virgil had already claimed the spot. Roman does control the left arm after all.

"Get in loser. We're sleeping tonight."

Big Yawn, that's a mood. Virgil's eyelids were so freaking heavy. Thank you cheery flavored fruit snacks packed with the sleepytime medicine! Virgil is finally sleepy! Virgil patted the left side of the bed, closest to Roman, and taken snuggled up to the air. Roman scoffed, his face as red as the tee shirt he was wearing.

"You're not cute at all..."

Awww, so our little Prince is a little tsundere? Cool. Roman gently set himself down. Virgil lazily clapped the lights off. If he was a deadly sin, he would definitely be sloth. Sloth x Pride. Wow, that's an ironic couple. I ship it. The warm blankets were really nice, but Roman was really really warm.

Wow, Virgil is so sleepy he's delirious. Virgil cuddled up real close to Roman, getting himself nice and wedged under his arms so he can hold him like a giant Teddy bear. Virgil's eyelids were heavy and everything just felt so nice. Is this what a peaceful going to sleep is like? If so then he needs to take his gummies and cuddle with Roman every night!

Since this is near the end of this little fluff, it's time for us to switch into Roman's perspective. He was blushing profusely and staring down still the little ball of an emo dream in his arms. He was practically purring! Roman couldn't believe this. Roman held him close, feeling the desire to protect him. Roman never expected himself to feel this overwhelming and undying love for the post-villain. This redeemed villain gone to be the fan favorite hero... Roman loved. He adored. And he wanted to keep him safe from everything. Including insomnia.

Roman tried to relax, hugging him close like a boyfriend would do. Like a husband would do to be honest. He wrapped his legs around him as well as his arms, cradling him close. After this, Virgil was out like a light. He was gone. Roman closed his eyes and let himself go into his dreams. He saw Virgil smiling in a field of golden sunflowers and red roses, gloomy clouds over him. He didn't care about that stormy weather. That's the weather he likes! Roman let himself walk towards him and they took eachother's hand. They made flower crowns, ate a picnic, and danced in the rain. And they kissed. They kissed passionately and Roman told Virgil how much he loves him and wants to protect him. What Roman didn't know is that he projected this dream into Virgil...

And Virgil was smiling in his sleep the entire night.

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I have fallen in and out of love with my friends so often, I have dreams like that one Roman had about them. It's weird... but I really like them. They're nice and I want someone I am allowed to have those dreams about...

Anyways, advice. Yeah, it's okay if you're having a hard time sleeping. I have a hard time sleeping all the time. I HAVE to have a sleeping mask and HAVE to have a stuffed toy my entire family helped me get and name for me to even have a hope. And even then... I don't want to sleep a lot. I'm scared of what my mind can do most of the time. I'm scared of my dreams and nightmares. But that's okay. My mom taught me to make a little music box and while singing the "pop goes the weasel" song with it to think about something nice and try to think of that, then your dreams will go into that. My Dad would tell me to go "that's a spicy spicy spicy meatball!" In a silly voice and make myself laugh. Sorry for making this all about me but... yeah. You might not want to sleep. But find a reason to. Find a reason to smile and sleep then. Sleep and think of positive things. You got this.

Internet hugs and blow kisses!

~Eva