Sanders Sides Oneshots

~Prinxiety~ Won't say I'm in Love

AN: Italics (The slanted text that this is in now) is Roman’s thoughts.

Underlined (This text) is Virgil’s thoughts.

If it's bolded and one of the above two, (It would look like this for Roman or this for Virgil), it’s like intrusive thoughts. It’s that ‘voice’ that insults you in your head, but it’s like a different person.

This probably doesn’t make any sense, so if you’re confused, feel free to leave a comment/message me and ask about it

I do not believe any of the negative thoughts or words said about Roman or Virgil, I am just writing what anxiety/depression (I can’t separate the two in my head, I have both) is like for me and/or what some people may view Virgil and Roman as.

⚠️Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Depressing Thoughts⚠️ Let me know If I missed any.

《Virgil POV》

I flopped down on my bed after filming ‘Are There Healthy Distractions?’.

You know, Roman could never love you. He literally removed your vote so you wouldn’t “screw everything up”.

Why would I care if he loved me? And besides, he rigged the whole vote. It was nothing against me. Right?

But what if it was. What if his whole speech in Accepting Anxiety didn’t mean anything. I mean, why would he like you? What if he’s faking it? 

I had enough of this stupid voice, so I went and put on my earbuds and clicked shuffle on my playlist. The first song that played was ‘I Won’t Say I’m In Love’, how fitting. I decided to start singing along, after all, the song did fit perfectly. 

“If there's a prize for rotten judgment

I guess I've already won that

All those days chasing down a daydream

That's ancient history; been there, done that

Who do you think you're kiddin'?

He's the earth and heaven to ya

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through ya (Oh no)

Boy, you can't conceal it

We know how you feel

And who you're thinking of (Oh)

No chance, no way (Let it go, let it go)

I won't say it, no, no (Can't hold it back anymore)

(You swoon, you sigh)

(Why deny it? Uh-oh)

It's too cliché

I won't say I'm in love”

《Roman POV》

I went back to my room after filming ‘Are There Healthy Distractions?’. I lay down on my bed, seeing as for some reason I was feeling bitterly jittery and not very glittery.

You fucked up Roman. You really fucked up. How could you expect Virgil to love you after the shit you pulled today. You literally told him that you removed his vote so he couldn’t “screw everything up”. Why would anyone like a narcissistic bitch like you?

I know I fucked up, but why would I care if Virgil loved me? And I’m not very narcissistic seeing as I still have you telling me everything wrong with me, and you are, sadly, my own head.