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Write This In Your Style Challenge!

[Here's my contribution to @quietlypondering's challenge! I hope you like it!]

Title:  “The Couch is Comfier with You on it” 

Genre: Angst

Ship: Prinxiety (Can bee seen as Platonic or Romantic)

Prompt: Roman and Virgil like to have regular Disney marathons. This one is special.

Word Count: 667 words.

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Roman curled up on the couch, rewatching The Nightmare before Christmas. He sniffed, hugging Virgil's hoodie around himself. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay up with you?" Asked Patton worried, tiredly rubbing his eyes from under his glasses. Roman shook it head, hiding his face in the hood.

"No go to bed Pat. I'm going to be up for a while…" Mumbled Roman. Patton sighed and tried to hide his yawn. "Well if you need anything, you know where to find me." Sighed Patton, a soft comforting look on his face. He patted Roman's shoulder before going up to bed.

Roman ducked his head as he listened to the movie while tears blurred his vision.

"All is lost, where was I?

Spoiled all, spoiled all

Everything's gone all wrong…"

Roman tried to push back the sob at the song. "Virgil…"

He remembered movie marathons with Virgil. The softness and warmth he provided when Roman got emotional in any capacity. 

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"You're such a wuss." Chuckled Virgil as Roman hid his face in a pillow. "Shut up. It's scary." Huffed Roman into the pillow. Virgil snickered. "I can't believe you screamed though. You were like, 'aaah Virgil save me!'" Teased Virgil, impersonating him. Roman chuckled weakly and squeezed the pillow, hiding his frown.

Virgil frowned, noticing Roman still shaking. "Come here." Said Virgil, his tone going soft as he opened his arms. Roman shuffled over on the couch and fell into his arms. Virgil closed his arms around Roman and rubbed his back.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you." Said Virgil. Roman smiled into Virgil's chest and snuggled further into him.

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Roman sniffed as the movie ended and looked at his phone on the coffee table before grabbing it and looking at the past messages.

Purp-Man: Hey just on my way home now.

Sir Sing-A-Lot: Stay safe of the road now, okay? Patton said the roads are dangerous right now.

Purp-Man: Duh of course. I always am. A little bit of ice won't get me. Don't worry Princey. See you soon.

Sir Sing-A-Lot: Alright Alright, J-Delightful. See you soon.

Roman rubbed away his tears as he remembered the collision of cars that had come up on the news.

Sir Sing-A-Lot: Virge? There was a crash on the news. Please tell me that it wasn't you.

Sir Sing-A-Lot: Virgil? Please call me!

7 missed calls from Sir Sing-A-Lot.

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his phone back on the table. He curled further into the couch and brought his knees up, tucking his face into them.

"Virgil…" Croaked Roman before breaking down and crying quietly into his knees.

…

The door opened and a tired huff came from outside. 

"God that was a long drive…" 

Roman stirred from his sleep at the cold blasting through the warm home and cracked an eye open as he peeked over the couch. The door closed and the lock clicked. Roman jumped up on to his feet.

"VIRGIL!" Cried Roman, tackling the man into a hug. "WOAH!" Exclaimed Virgil as he caught Roman. Roman broke down into tears, relief hitting him hard.

"I thought- you didn't pick up- on the news- there was a crash- I-" Sobbed Roman. Virgil sucked in a sharp breath and held Roman close.

"It's okay. I'm here." Whispered Virgil. Roman clutched him tightly as he shook.

Virgil slowly helped Roman get back to the couch, kicked his shoes off and sat his keys and phone on the table before he pulled Roman into his arms again. They snuggled on the couch. Virgil restarted the Disney movie and they watched, calming down.

"I was so worried… Why didn't you..." Croaked Roman. Virgil squeezed Roman tight. "My phone died. That's why I didn't call back." Murmured Virgil. Roman snuggled closer, relaxing a little more.

"Don't scare me like that again…" Mumbled Roman as he began to fall back asleep. "Wouldn't try it…" Mumbled Virgil.

Roman sighed and allowed sleep to overtake him again, comfy and safe with Virgil.

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[Taglist: @quietlypondering, @purp-man, @shitpost-sides & anyone who wishes to be tagged, just send an ask or message!]

[nightashes]

Write this in Your Style Challenge

“The Couch is Comfier With You on It”

Prompt: Prinxiety. Roman and Virgil like to have regular Disney marathons. This one is special.

Ao3 - writing masterlist

“Alright, my chemically imbalanced romance. Let the show begin!” Roman announces with a sweeping bow, before grabbing the remote and flopping down onto the couch. “Are you ready for this?” He asks with a sly smile. Looking over at Virgil, who has made himself comfortable on-top of the armrest. His hunched figure perches there as he grasps onto a bowl of popcorn, his mouth already full. He grins devishly over at Roman.

“You best believe it, Princey.”

Roman is about to press play when he glances over at Virgil. Hesitatingly he asks, “You could sit on the couch with me? You know like a normal person.”

“Screw normal.” Virgil declares before popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth with a satisfied crunch.

Roman huffs dramatically. “O, woe is me. I guess I’ll just sit here. On this couch. All alone and without the comfort of another soul.” A piece of popcorn hits Roman right in the face as he cuts off his speech. Glaring over at the attacker, Roman grabs Virgil around the waist and pulls him off the armrest. Popcorn covers them both as the bowl goes flying. Virgil struggles against Roman, hissing, “You can’t make me be normal. I refuse!”

Roman laughs manically as he bear hugs Virgil. “You’re mine now.”

They both devolve into giggles as Virgil escapes from Roman and with a dramatic. “Pined Ya!” Holds Romans shoulders down as he leans over him.

Roman smirks as he leans forward pushing a kiss onto Virgil’s nose. Virgil turns pink, ducking his face away. Roman sits up next to Virgil. “You know, the couch is much comfier with you on it. I wish you would stay.”

Virgil simply shrugs as he collapses against Roman. “Whatever. Just push play.” He mumbles into Roman’s shoulder. Roman chuckles as he picks up the remote and wrapping his arm across Virgil they both settle in to finally begin their marathon. Snuggled on the couch together and completely covered in spilled popcorn, they couldn’t be happier.

taglist: @quietlypondering @stop-it-anxiety

[alchemist-shizun]

Wtiys - I keep on dreaming for me

This is for @quietlypondering 's Write this in your style! It was very fun to think about, thank you bud 💜

Word Count: 999 (this is what you get for putting a limit on me jk I swear it's the quotes' fault, I wrote less)

Characters: Roman, Virgil, other sides only mentioned

Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety

Warnings: Just kissing I think but tell me if I missed anything!

Quotes are form Treasure Planet as well as the title.

A/n: I started off by being proud of it and now I'm kinda insecure but this is my fav Disney movie and I just h a d to. Also I feel like the ending is a bit off but whatevs you know? Enjoy~

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« No way, you seriously do that? »

« Well, yeah. It's funny how certain characters fit so nicely. »

Roman and Virgil were sitting on the couch, facing each other with their legs crossed. The night was a quiet one, they just so happened to be up for some casual talking over a movie they both knew to adore to its very smallest snippet of animation, insignificant word of the script or tiniest detail of the story told.

They found Treasure Planet to be a masterpiece ... One they could definitely relate to.

Right then, Virgil had just learnt something new about the fellow Disney lover: he was used to relate the characters to himself and the others, see which ones were most likely to have their own attitudes.

« You know what, I'm intrigued. Make an example. »

Virgil requested, placing his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them. The ghost of a smirk was forming on his lips.

Roman didn't miss the sparkle in his irises, he looked like he was ready to burst out laughing and he had a single thought crossing his mind.

Oh. I do enjoy that.

« Well let's take you, for instance. » his head turned towards the movie, which was picturing a teenage boy making the most of his time flying around a place with his mechanical object which was kind of illegal, but made the boy feel alive.

« You'd be Jim. »

« I'm flattered. » Virgil fake gasped, placing a hand on his chest for emphasis.

« Oh come on, he's a wonderful character! »

Virgil didn't answer right away, instead he stared at him with that enigmatic expression for a little longer than needed. Roman tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

« Did you just admit I'm wonderful- »

« WhatnoI- »

« So you're saying I'm awful. »

Roman took back whatever he was thinking earlier. No, hell no, that was a horrible smirk, he had a horrible expression, horrible eyes that did horrible things to his heart, that horrendous smirk he hated and loved at the same time.

And Virgil knew it and used it against him to drive him mad.

« I'll let it slide. » Virgil made a gesture as if he were brushing off the air around him. « Go on. »

Roman shrugged, shaking off all the unwanted distracting feelings.

« Well. Think of Logan as doctor Doppler. »

« I knew it. »

« Listen. Can you imagine him being like, » at that moment Roman rolled his shoulders and went into character. « I'm an astronomer, not a doctor! I mean, I am a doctor, but I'm not that kind of doctor. I have a doctorate, it's not the same thing. »

Of course his portrayal resulted into a way too over dramatic impression that still managed to be so on point Virgil had to give himself a moment before he stopped snickering.

« Please, carry on. »

« Alright, well, imagine Patton as B.E.N. »

« Oh my god, I'd love that. »

« Wait, wait. Deceit as this quote from Amelia. »

Virgil quirked an eyebrow, but Roman simply gave him a "bear with me" look. « Oh, shut up, Arrow. You know I don't mean a word of it. »

When he succeeded on getting yet another giggle from the other boy, Roman decided his goal was fulfilled.

« Okay, I have one. But it's a quote by Doppler. »

« Lay it on me. »

Virgil stifled a laugh, before he held up his hands « Remus with: Is this yours? » he did the stabbing motion on his side, a well known ticklish spot.

Roman fell back laughing loudly on the couch, taking Virgil with him. In a matter of minutes they were both lying down side by side with Roman clinging onto him for "comfort purposes" because "Oh my God your cheeks are so squishy, Patton was right".

Virgil's attention, focused on the movie, shifted when he felt hot breath on his ear.

Roman was singing, soft and barely audible, to the soundtrack coming from the television. Before he knew it, Virgil was humming to the tune, too.

Then, a sudden thought dawned on him.

« What character would fit you? »

« Have no idea. But there's a quote I do like. »

Virgil waited, but nothing came. He was about to ask, when Roman, who was now very aware of the pace of his heartbeat, talked.

« Could you look at me? »

That was an odd question. He acquiesced anyway, resting his face on his palm.

« Do you have any other request? » Virgil asked with a veil of sarcasm.

« Yes, can I pinch your cheeks. »

« If you crave instant death, sure. »

« Alright okay, I get it. » Roman pulled a half smile, then he looked him in the eyes mustering up all the courage he could possibly need.

« You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of! Well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day. »

Everybody knew Roman was a talented actor. Yet, Virgil marveled at how genuine he sounded.

It was as if he were really directing all those words at ...

He lost his train of thought as he felt Roman's lips press against his in a kiss that ended as quick as it came.

Virgil couldn't stop staring. Did that happen?

« Sorry. »

« Don't be. » was his automatic response, a smile appeared slowly on his lips.

Then Roman raised his hand and finally caressed Virgil's cheek.

[ademonandherbentley]

Try the Gay Stuff (It’s delicious)

For @quietlypondering‘s Write This In Your Style challenge.

Prompt: “The Couch is comfier with you on it.” Summary:  Roman and Virgil like to have regular Disney marathons. This one’s special. Or: A massive step forward encourages a reflection on the road thus traveled. Pairing: Ambiguous Prinxiety (Platonic? Romantic? Brotherly? Take your fucking pick, babes!) Word Count: 996 (comfortably fitting inside a word limit? I don’t know her.) Warnings: Discussion of being in the closet and many of the negative emotions that it entails. A/N: Inspired by Thomas and Jon’s latest collab. I’ve never written for Sanders Sides before and I haven’t written at all in months, but I can never pass up a good writing challenge. Enjoy!

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It was not, strictly speaking, a movie marathon. Movie marathons, as Logan seemed keen to impress upon them, were understood to be several movies played consecutively. One movie on repeat didn't quite fit the definition.

However, despite his protestations over the particulars he stayed for the first three watches. Virgil thought that his eventual departure to continue Thomas's schedule was more reluctant than usual.

By the time they hit play for the fifth time Patton had fallen asleep in the armchair which left only Roman and Virgil, curled up in the middle of the couch. By now Roman had most of the songs down and was belting along to the opening number, his voice harmonizing with the characters on screen in a way that even Virgil couldn’t snark about. It didn't matter that he'd seen it four times in a row – when he watched the main character (a handsome Prince of course, this was still a Disney movie) collide with the timid young peasant boy he still found his chest bubbling with warmth.

“It was always Thomas's dream to play the first gay Disney prince,” he murmured, “but he's alright with missing out, isn't he?” He knew that Thomas wasn’t tense or upset but Roman had far more insight into their host's desires.

Roman snorted gently, “Do you think this could have happened in any way that would have disappointed him?”

Virgil could think of several ways in which Disney could have gotten this horribly wrong but there wasn't any merit in mentioning them. They had done remarkably well – not perfect but, well, baby steps – and that was the important thing.

“He would have loved the part, of course,” Roman continued, “but just being around to see it happen, and being able to openly celebrate with everyone…” He trailed off and they watched the blushing peasant boy hurry away with the Prince's intrigued gaze on him.

“There will be other Princes to play,” Roman said, with such conviction that it didn't occur to Virgil to doubt him.

They lapsed back into silence. However, something about their conversation had wriggled its way into the back of Virgil's head. It was silly, he knew, but every time he tried to focus on the TV he was dragged back into his thoughts and felt the familiar squirm of guilt. He thought he was doing an okay job of ignoring it – until Roman nudged his arm and he realized he'd missed his half of their mini duet in the middle of the villain song that they'd started during watch number two.

“You good, iSnarly?”

“Yeah, Princey, I'm fine.”

“Hm.” Roman shifted round on the couch until he was fully facing Virgil. “What is it?”

Virgil considered rebuffing him - telling him it was nothing and to go back to watching the movie, but... Well, this was Roman. He might as well go ahead and burst into tears for all the good it would do deterring him.

He sighed. "It's stupid." Roman put a hand on his knee; silent encouragement for him to continue. "It's just... Thomas was so scared, for so long, about how he felt and if... If I had just eased up a bit, not been so para-" "Hey." Roman’s voice was gentle but firm. "You were reacting to the dangers you saw. That's your job."

"But it was okay," Virgil insisted, "he's so much happier now. I made him spend all that time in pain, and you were in pain too, I know you were."

Roman put a hand on his chin, turning Virgil to look at him. Virgil scowled and hunched into his hoodie. "What's bravery, Virge?" Roman asked. "Roman we’re missing the movie-" "Answer the question, Virgil. What's bravery?" Virgil huffed. "Being scared and doing the thing anyway." "Right. And could Thomas have ever come out without you letting him?" "...No." "Exactly. I know you were terrified but you let him do it because you knew it was right. And maybe..." he finally broke eye contact, looking down at his hand still on Virgil’s knee, "Well, maybe you wouldn't have been so afraid if I hadn't brushed off your concerns so often." "I wouldn’t have listened to you." "I could still have tried."

“Alright, we could play this blame game all night.” Virgil put his hand over Roman’s and squeezed it in a way he hoped was reassuring. “It’s just… kinda hard not to feel like we wasted a lot of time, y’know?”

“I know. But Thomas has been able to be there for so many of his young viewers, right? That’s not nothing. We got there. And hey–” he turned and gestured to the TV screen. The peasant boy has just appeared to rescue the Prince, revealing his magical powers in a moment of danger. The Prince was watching him in awe. “Now mainstream cinema is catching up with us!” Roman leaped from the couch and launched into the next number along with the Prince on screen. Virgil found himself snorting with laughter as he spun around the living room and nearly crashed into the coffee table.

“I’m supposed to be my kingdom’s hero but I got lost in the mayhem.”

Virgil picked up the thread as the peasant boy joined in, “Even heroes should have their own heroes to find them.”

Roman grinned down at him, his face radiant. “See? This is a night for celebration.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Virgil said as the song lulled to its romantic conclusion, “Now come back here. The Couch is comfier with you on it.”

Roman’s smile softened. He returned to his seat and slung an arm around Virgil. Virgil ducked his attempt to ruffle his hair and then settled into his side. They gave the rest of the movie their full attention, and if (for the fifth time) the wedding scene had both of them ducking their heads and trying to subtly dry their shiny eyes, there was no one around to notice.

[quietlypondering]

Hey anyone who saw my post about possibly doing a ‘write this in your style’

Should I add a raffle/giveaway for a fic? Anyone who participates with a certain length of time gets put into a raffle and one participant I would write a fic for? I don’t want it to be like a contest per se so I’d only do this if you think it would make it more fun :o

If not I’d leave it as just a chill kinda thing!!

[spacegayparty]

Write this in your style - Challenge!

@quietlypondering

I hope I didn't take too much liberty with that.

Words : about 800 sth ig ; prinxiety fluff (no warnings - if I'm missing anything, please tell me so I can tag it)

A/n: You can see the drama break into fluff when I took up writing on a day when I felt more like writing nice things

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"The couch is comfier with you on it"

Virgil's words floated through the room, struckin Roman with the heat of a feverish dream as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

He felt the anxious side's face pressed into his shoulder, hoodie blocking his view on these mesmerising eyes of golden brown or the faintest touch of freckles in Virgil's nose and upper cheeks.

The self-declared prince didn't date turning around, didn't trust his low self control to save him from the desaster that had to be follow the inference of Virgil's words.

He wasn't even sure whether it was just the work of his heart, making him lovesick enough too imagine his friend's tongue to pronounce those words he had missed. Was it all a lie? Were Virgil's lips really pressed against his jacket-covered biceps, asking for him to stay - and even demanding the softness of his cuddles?

" 'm not saying it again but, like," the muffled voice started up and Roman felt heat creeping into his face, painting it redder than his own blood, " 's more comfy with you."

Roman froze, his body in a cryptic coma as he refused to as much as glance over at the other.

His feelings exploded in a fury of hyperactive heart piñatas crushing together and revealing warm bombs of fizzy glitter and shimmering warmth within his chest.

If he turned to Virgil, he would just blush.

Virgil, on the other hand, drowned his face in the warm hands of Roman's jacket. The velvet fabric caressed his face and brushed over his skin like angelic feathers. It was more gentle than Roman's attempts at trying to not insult him after the others had collectively and officially accepted him as part of the group.

He dove his nose deeper into the heavenly softness and closed his eyes.

It felt like only clouds should feel in your imagination. And stars tingled on his cheeks as he sheepishly opened his golden eyes just enough to steal a glance at the proud prince.

The sound of another Disney song accompanied his sightings as Virgil witnessed the first and only time Roman seemed weak, openly so.

The self declared slayer of all dragon witches and saviour of distressed creatures stubbornly pushed his lips into a pout as he stated the floor down. The concentration in his brown green eyes let Virgil assume that he was trying to will away the red puffs of feelings on his cheeks.

"Princey", he promoted, his voice softer than Virgil could ever imagine. It was ironic how smooth he could sound compared to his Tempest Tongue that seemed all too much like a trait for a textbook villain.

The addressed side puffed up his cheeks like an angry bird and stared the ground into itself.

Virgil's arms around him curled as if to emphasise that his words weren't too good to be true but in fact, a whole statement of what he really thought. A testimony of his sincere emotions.

"Virgil, I", Roman spoke up after an eternity of Tangled's I've got a dream.

He turned to the other, cheeks aflame and alive with emotion as he leaned in to return to hug Virgil demanded oh so stubbornly.

Hey, they did have some things in common after all!

"I think I love you", he blurted out in a sudden rush. Once the words fell from his lips like honey dripping of a spoon, he backed up and felt hot, seething fire take over his whole face.

"I! I mean- I am sure I do! I - I", the man rambled on, getting more and more tangled up in a string of self denial. The horrendous attempt at soothing the mess he just gotten into was cut off as Virgil rose his head from the depths of his oversized jacket

The punk ungracefully pushed his palm into Roman's face to silence his onslaught of rushed stupidity.

"Shut up and just let me solve this issue for ice ", he mumbled and slowly removed his hand from the Disney lover's face.

Virgil wouldn't admit it but his heart was on his lips when he leaned down to cover Roman's mouth to block his Idiocy from ruining this moment, from taking away the confession he had been dreamed about ever since the sides came to his room to accept and cherish him for who he was.

The fancy side was astonished as he felt the pressure on him, the warmth of roses in his face and a calming storm in his arms as his love moved from his side to his lap.

Their bodies moved with the rhythm of their love. Emotions pulled the strings around their limbs and made them go deeper, further for the one another.

When Roman toppled off the couch and landed on the floor with a little "thud", the two realised that the first part of their film night was over already. Tangled was nearing its catharsis and Virgil was laughing shyly as he moved off Roman's stomach and regained his posture back on the soft cushions of the couch.

"Will you join me again?", Virgil asked curiously. His hand was stretched out and Roman could see the gold in his eyes as he let their fingers touch and hearts fuse.

"Any time, my princess"

The two quietly cuddled up again, hearts pounding against one another as Virgil held the Prince this time and the two enjoyed starting "Tangled" once more. This time, they sang along with the rebellious princess but their voices stayed rather quiet and their fingers remained intertwined as they dozed off to the harmonious sound of a brave girl thrashing guys with her frying pan.

They couldn't have been happier in their new luck.

[quietlypondering]

Can I make the wtiys.... QueerPlatonic Prinxiety? ;u;

Yeah, of course you can!! c:

[quietlypondering]

:O Goodness I love how this is written! the use of second person!! it’s amazing thank you for taking part i’m glad you had fun writing it omfg. It’s so good!!

The Couch is Comfier With You On It

Word Count: 402

Pairing: QPR Prinxiety

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: food mention, staying up late?, death mention, suffocation mention,

Summary: Virgil is really fucking tired. Or Roman and Virgil like to have regular Disney marathons. This one's special.

This is for @quietlypondering 's WTIYS that I had alot of fun writing!!

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It wasn't surprising when you blinked your eyes open (though they wished they were still shut) only to squint box of moving colours in front of you. It was late and you weren't out for too long. You think. You and your qpp had been laying here for hours.

You wouldn't have it any other way, your mind whispers as you nuzzle into his chest. Reaching your hand up to run your dark inky nails over the once-gold graphic on his tee, now hued indigo. You remember the animated performance of nonsensical (well, only at 4 something in the morning) dancing and singing colours. Gazing emptily, you try to focus but you're just not there.

There's a tightness around your waist and mumbling. You're given a forehead kiss before the legs braided with yours unravels and the arm at your waist leaves and has you feeling unsecure. Then, he slips out from underneath you leaving you on the couch.

Sinking.

The couch melts away and you're sinking into the cushions. You're only conscious. Not awake. So, escaping from this death trap he's left you to suffer seemed impossible.

The lack of warmth wasn't exactly motivating either.

He giggled.

How sadistic. Laughing at your inevitable suffocating death.

He lifts you out of the quicksand cushioning. Be pulled from the dormant consciousness when the smallest spark of energy ignites from the warmest hands on your cheeks. Hum. You hum like a machine activating and your main, and only, source of power is him. His hands fall to yours and he pulls you off the couch.

"Do you trust me?" Then the words echoed.

"What," echoed again.

"Do you trust me?" The recognizable colours glowing from behind mock him. Of course you do.

"...yes," is what you say instead.

Even in the dark, his somehow shining smile grows wider as he spins you. While humming the song playing from the magic rainbow box, you two swing your arms to the melody and step over and on discarded, spilled popcorn and trying to not trip over pillows and blankets. You chucked softly.

The quick two minutes go by and you yawn as he pulls you in for a hug. Your eyes fall shut once more. He picks you up to lay with you on the couch again. You start to dream of another place but who needs a whole new world when yours is right here.

[quietlypondering]

Hey, I have a question about the ‘Write this in your style’ challenge? You mentioned it had to be in Second Person but the example fic you wrote was in Third Person and I’m a little confused now? Did you mean Third Person?

Oh, no, sorry - perhaps I should’ve been clearer. Those are just extra challenges that you can do if you want to make it perhaps a little harder! It doesn’t have to have any of those that are in the optional challenges section, don’t worry! It can be in any POV, any person you want it to be in ^^

[quietlypondering]

aaaa I love how this was done!! The second person was really well done too I love that it's a diary entry :o

The Couch Is Comfier With You On It

Write this in your style for @quietlypondering

Words: 616

Genre: Something weird. Fluff, I guess?

Author's note: Second person is hard, and I think this is the worst thing I've ever written. I'm sorry, please forgive me.

Warnings: Touch repulsion, weird language, blood mention (tell me if there's more)

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Dear Diary,

You know how I love Roman. You know how I’ve fallen for him, you know how we got together. You know that when we first held hands, I looked in his face and saw he was barely holding it together for me. Diary, you know that Roman is touch-repulsed. You know that I love him anyway. These are things you already know, Dear Diary, because I’ve told you them before, poured my heart onto your pages along with buckets of tears and pints of blood… but I digress.

What you don’t know, oh Diary of mine, is that Roman let me touch him last night. I know I’ve told you before that I don’t mind that Roman doesn’t like physical contact, that he can take his time, but Diary, he only held me for a painfully short 90 minutes… and I already want him to hold me again…

Let me set the scene, Dear Diary, so that you can picture it: We were on our last movie of the night, Hercules, and we’re doing our normal arrangement, you know the one-- Roman stretched out on one arm of the couch, me huddled in the corner of the other, enjoying each other’s company stretched between the silence and the distance (that I don’t mind) between us. The muses were singing, and for once, Roman wasn’t singing along, and if you know anything about him, Dear Diary, which you do, you’d know that’s rare. Turning my head from the screen, there he was, staring at me with this soft look. Softest thing, you should have seen it, Diary, it was like… like someone had melted him. And he said, in a soft, quiet, gentle voice… "The couch is comfier with you on it"...

I was surprised, to say the least, but he waved his hand at me, beckoning me closer. "Are you sure?" Because, Dear Diary, he is the type to make himself uncomfortable for others… and he nodded, just a tiny nod. I stood up from the couch… You may think, Dear, that I'm going into too much detail, but truth be told I want to freeze the memory in my mind… and walked over to him, and carefully sat where I wasn't touching him, because Diary, you of all things know that he should initiate touch if he's the one uncomfortable…

He put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me down, do that I was lying next to him but not against him, you know, still giving him space. You know I was burning at that point, my whole body just inches from his, and he was right… sharing the same space makes the same old cushions seem new. 

You may be able to guess what happens next, Diary, but I'll tell you anyway. He wrapped his arm around me, he hung it across my chest, and pulled me flush against him. I felt him shiver… So I asked him if he was alright… he said, "I'm better than alright with you." 

Diary, I just can't articulate to you how this made me feel, the way the blood pounded in my ears, I know you understand… I've lamented to you about this before…

We rested there, in silence, for the rest of the movie… he seemed nervous at first, I could feel his muscles tense around me… but then his tension fell away. He became calm. You should have been there, Dear Diary, to see him, to bask in his presence with me. I won't soon forget it. If, in the future, he feels comfortable to share another special night, another sacred hour, you will be the first I tell, Dear Diary.

-Virgil

[quietlypondering]

AHHHH I LOVE IT!! You did really well!!! omg it’s so cute.

Title: The Couch is Comfier with You on It

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (much more comfort)

Ship: Romantic Prinxiety

Prompt: quietlypondering’s wtiys 9/7/19

Word Count: ~365

@quietlypondering

Roman smiled lazily, and Virgil realized he wasn’t fully awake. With a wild hand gesture, his boyfriend repeated, “This couch is comfier with you on it.”

A blush spread across his face. “What-whatever, Princey,” he scoffed, burning up even more at his accidental stutter. He watched as Roman spread his arms out for a hug and he leaned into it. The movie they had been watching for the second day of their Disney marathon—The Princess and the Frog—had all but left his mind now. Only Roman’s hug mattered.

Still, though, he couldn’t understand it, couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Finally Virgil’s curiosity won out and he asked, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you like me? I’m-I’m not normal like everyone else. I’m not...” He trailed off, but they both knew what he had self-deprecatingly implied. *I’m not good for you.*

Roman didn’t say anything for a moment, and Virgil instantly regretted saying anything. Then he felt Roman’s hand on his chin, moving it so they made eye contact. “Virgil,” and it was his turn to be disbelieving, “Why would I ever like you if you were just like everyone else?” With his other hand, he grabbed Virgil’s and squeezed it tight. “You’re exactly how you should be. We’re boyfriends. You’re good enough, and don’t ever let anyone else tell you otherwise. Besides...”

Roman paused turned to the screen, waiting. He spoke in time with Naveen, “My dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.”

They stared at each other.

Virgil burst out laughing. “That was so cheesy,” he wheezed. He straightened his posture and threw his hands out in an overly dramatic (read: exactly dramatic enough) impression of Roman. “My name is Prince Roman and I only speak in Disney movie quotes.”

Roman laughed too. “Okay, Emo Nightmare. Stop roasting me,” he whined playfully.

Once they got their breathing calmed, Roman laid back down and Virgil laid on top of him, each petting the others’ hair. They relaxed into each other’s touch, and by the time the movie finished, both were sound asleep.

[quietlypondering]

aaa this is super cute!! I love it!!

Perching Stormcloud

@quietlypondering ‘s write this in your style challenge! This was super fun to do, even though I really should have been doing homework 😂

Pairing: Prinxiety

Genre: Fluff

Virgil always sat on the arm of the couch. Or laid on the back of the couch. Or sat on the ground with his back against the couch. Or leaned on the back of the couch while standing behind him. But he didn’t ever sit on it properly. At least, not that any of the other sides had seen. Most of the sides thought it rather odd. After all, Virgil looked supremely uncomfortable, sitting cross-legged on the arm of the couch. They didn’t know why he sat like that. Well… most of them didn’t know why.

Actually, only one of them didn’t know why. Logan, Patton, Ethos (Deceit), and Remus all knew that Virgil did it to infuriate Roman… and get his attention.

“Why do you insist on sitting there?” Roman asked for what seemed like the millionth time (it was actually the 17th but who’s counting?).

Virgil just smiled in his infuriating way. “Because I feel like it, Princey.” He smiled.

“You’re supposed to sit like this!” Roman said, sitting on the couch the ‘proper’ way next to Virgil.

“What if I don’t want to?” Virgil asked, stretching out his legs and letting then dangle over the edge of the couch arm.

“Well then at least be on the cushion part of the couch!” Roman protested. “You’re perching there like… a stormcloud in the sky!”

“It’s too hard to move.” Virgil pouted playfully, yawning and reclining. He was perfectly content to infuriate Princey and be comfy.

“Here!” Roman moved over on the couch. “Now you can just slide down here!”

Virgil looked at the spot in disdain, and instead laid sideways, with his feet dangling off the edge of the couch and his head plopped in Roman’s lap. “I slid down,” He said, smirking up at Roman, who was perfectly composed—nope his face was red.

“I guess you did. I hope you know I do have things to do…”

“Careful, Roman. You’re starting to sound like Logan.” Virgil chuckled.

“Oh, please. This sounds like Logan. ‘I suppose you did, in fact, literally slip down. I do hope you realize I have important business I must attend to.’” Roman pushed up imaginary glasses, before breaking out into laughter. Virgil laughed along with him, looking up at the stunning prince.

“Well you can hardly leave now.” Virgil smiled. “Do you want to watch ‘The Princess and The Frog’ with me?” Virgil asked, gesturing to the movie that was paused on the TV. This was how all their marathons started, because once Roman sat down on the couch somehow Virgil made it impossible to escape.

Roman laughed. “Why not?”

Virgil and Roman continued to watch that Disney movie until it was over. Virgil subtly hid tears when Ray died, but couldn’t hide his tears when he went up to join Evangeline in the sky.

Roman had fallen asleep by the time the final battle had ended. Some marathon, Virgil thought to himself happily, staring at the prince’s serene face. “All my life, I read about true love in fairytales,” he whispered quietly along with Lottie on the screen. “And, Roman, I’ve found it.”

Virgil’s smile to himself quickly faded though, seeing as Roman thought of him as a brooding confusing nuisance more than anything.

“Why don’t you sit the right way on the couch?” Roman muttered quietly, making Virgil realize he was not, in fact, asleep.

“How much did you hear?” Virgil asked cautiously. He desperately hoped Roman didn’t hear. Well… maybe he kind of hoped Roman did hear. And he really hoped Roman reciprocated his feelings.

“Why don’t you sit the right way on the couch?” Roman repeated, opening his eyes to look at Virgil. He was obviously still tired.

Virgil shrugged. He didn’t know if Roman had heard him, but if he had, well, he couldn’t make things much worse, could he?

“Because the couch is comfier with you on it. And the only way to get your attention is to sit on it wrong.” Virgil smiled at the prince, who turned red once more. Virgil just laughed and wrapped his arms around Roman’s torso, burying his face into his shirt. Roman was warm and his shirt was soft, and soon Virgil’s breathing evened out.

“What a stormy daydream.” Roman grinned, taking a moment to appreciate the adorable thing showing him affection before eventually joining him in sleeping.

[quietlypondering]

aaaa!! I’ve already told you how much I love this but I’ll say it again: This is so cute! I love it and it’s amazing <3

Wtiys - I keep on dreaming for me

This is for @quietlypondering 's Write this in your style! It was very fun to think about, thank you bud 💜

Word Count: 999 (this is what you get for putting a limit on me jk I swear it's the quotes' fault, I wrote less)

Characters: Roman, Virgil, other sides only mentioned

Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety

Warnings: Just kissing I think but tell me if I missed anything!

Quotes are form Treasure Planet as well as the title.

A/n: I started off by being proud of it and now I'm kinda insecure but this is my fav Disney movie and I just h a d to. Also I feel like the ending is a bit off but whatevs you know? Enjoy~

✾

« No way, you seriously do that? »

« Well, yeah. It's funny how certain characters fit so nicely. »

Roman and Virgil were sitting on the couch, facing each other with their legs crossed. The night was a quiet one, they just so happened to be up for some casual talking over a movie they both knew to adore to its very smallest snippet of animation, insignificant word of the script or tiniest detail of the story told.

They found Treasure Planet to be a masterpiece ... One they could definitely relate to.

Right then, Virgil had just learnt something new about the fellow Disney lover: he was used to relate the characters to himself and the others, see which ones were most likely to have their own attitudes.

« You know what, I'm intrigued. Make an example. »

Virgil requested, placing his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them. The ghost of a smirk was forming on his lips.

Roman didn't miss the sparkle in his irises, he looked like he was ready to burst out laughing and he had a single thought crossing his mind.

Oh. I do enjoy that.

« Well let's take you, for instance. » his head turned towards the movie, which was picturing a teenage boy making the most of his time flying around a place with his mechanical object which was kind of illegal, but made the boy feel alive.

« You'd be Jim. »

« I'm flattered. » Virgil fake gasped, placing a hand on his chest for emphasis.

« Oh come on, he's a wonderful character! »

Virgil didn't answer right away, instead he stared at him with that enigmatic expression for a little longer than needed. Roman tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

« Did you just admit I'm wonderful- »

« WhatnoI- »

« So you're saying I'm awful. »

Roman took back whatever he was thinking earlier. No, hell no, that was a horrible smirk, he had a horrible expression, horrible eyes that did horrible things to his heart, that horrendous smirk he hated and loved at the same time.

And Virgil knew it and used it against him to drive him mad.

« I'll let it slide. » Virgil made a gesture as if he were brushing off the air around him. « Go on. »

Roman shrugged, shaking off all the unwanted distracting feelings.

« Well. Think of Logan as doctor Doppler. »

« I knew it. »

« Listen. Can you imagine him being like, » at that moment Roman rolled his shoulders and went into character. « I'm an astronomer, not a doctor! I mean, I am a doctor, but I'm not that kind of doctor. I have a doctorate, it's not the same thing. »

Of course his portrayal resulted into a way too over dramatic impression that still managed to be so on point Virgil had to give himself a moment before he stopped snickering.

« Please, carry on. »

« Alright, well, imagine Patton as B.E.N. »

« Oh my god, I'd love that. »

« Wait, wait. Deceit as this quote from Amelia. »

Virgil quirked an eyebrow, but Roman simply gave him a "bear with me" look. « Oh, shut up, Arrow. You know I don't mean a word of it. »

When he succeeded on getting yet another giggle from the other boy, Roman decided his goal was fulfilled.

« Okay, I have one. But it's a quote by Doppler. »

« Lay it on me. »

Virgil stifled a laugh, before he held up his hands « Remus with: Is this yours? » he did the stabbing motion on his side, a well known ticklish spot.

Roman fell back laughing loudly on the couch, taking Virgil with him. In a matter of minutes they were both lying down side by side with Roman clinging onto him for "comfort purposes" because "Oh my God your cheeks are so squishy, Patton was right".

Virgil's attention, focused on the movie, shifted when he felt hot breath on his ear.

Roman was singing, soft and barely audible, to the soundtrack coming from the television. Before he knew it, Virgil was humming to the tune, too.

Then, a sudden thought dawned on him.

« What character would fit you? »

« Have no idea. But there's a quote I do like. »

Virgil waited, but nothing came. He was about to ask, when Roman, who was now very aware of the pace of his heartbeat, talked.

« Could you look at me? »

That was an odd question. He acquiesced anyway, resting his face on his palm.

« Do you have any other request? » Virgil asked with a veil of sarcasm.

« Yes, can I pinch your cheeks. »

« If you crave instant death, sure. »

« Alright okay, I get it. » Roman pulled a half smile, then he looked him in the eyes mustering up all the courage he could possibly need.

« You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of! Well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day. »

Everybody knew Roman was a talented actor. Yet, Virgil marveled at how genuine he sounded.

It was as if he were really directing all those words at ...

He lost his train of thought as he felt Roman's lips press against his in a kiss that ended as quick as it came.

Virgil couldn't stop staring. Did that happen?

« Sorry. »

« Don't be. » was his automatic response, a smile appeared slowly on his lips.

Then Roman raised his hand and finally caressed Virgil's cheek.

[quietlypondering]

AAAA I LOVE THIS!!! I’m so happy people are taking part in this challenge omg this one is so good <3333 

Write This In Your Style Challenge!

[Here's my contribution to @quietlypondering's challenge! I hope you like it!]

Title:  “The Couch is Comfier with You on it” 

Genre: Angst

Ship: Prinxiety (Can bee seen as Platonic or Romantic)

Prompt: Roman and Virgil like to have regular Disney marathons. This one is special.

Word Count: 667 words.

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Roman curled up on the couch, rewatching The Nightmare before Christmas. He sniffed, hugging Virgil's hoodie around himself. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay up with you?" Asked Patton worried, tiredly rubbing his eyes from under his glasses. Roman shook it head, hiding his face in the hood.

"No go to bed Pat. I'm going to be up for a while…" Mumbled Roman. Patton sighed and tried to hide his yawn. "Well if you need anything, you know where to find me." Sighed Patton, a soft comforting look on his face. He patted Roman's shoulder before going up to bed.

Roman ducked his head as he listened to the movie while tears blurred his vision.

"All is lost, where was I?

Spoiled all, spoiled all

Everything's gone all wrong…"

Roman tried to push back the sob at the song. "Virgil…"

He remembered movie marathons with Virgil. The softness and warmth he provided when Roman got emotional in any capacity. 

~~~~~~~~

"You're such a wuss." Chuckled Virgil as Roman hid his face in a pillow. "Shut up. It's scary." Huffed Roman into the pillow. Virgil snickered. "I can't believe you screamed though. You were like, 'aaah Virgil save me!'" Teased Virgil, impersonating him. Roman chuckled weakly and squeezed the pillow, hiding his frown.

Virgil frowned, noticing Roman still shaking. "Come here." Said Virgil, his tone going soft as he opened his arms. Roman shuffled over on the couch and fell into his arms. Virgil closed his arms around Roman and rubbed his back.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you." Said Virgil. Roman smiled into Virgil's chest and snuggled further into him.

~~~~~~~~

Roman sniffed as the movie ended and looked at his phone on the coffee table before grabbing it and looking at the past messages.

Purp-Man: Hey just on my way home now.

Sir Sing-A-Lot: Stay safe of the road now, okay? Patton said the roads are dangerous right now.

Purp-Man: Duh of course. I always am. A little bit of ice won't get me. Don't worry Princey. See you soon.

Sir Sing-A-Lot: Alright Alright, J-Delightful. See you soon.

Roman rubbed away his tears as he remembered the collision of cars that had come up on the news.

Sir Sing-A-Lot: Virge? There was a crash on the news. Please tell me that it wasn't you.

Sir Sing-A-Lot: Virgil? Please call me!

7 missed calls from Sir Sing-A-Lot.

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his phone back on the table. He curled further into the couch and brought his knees up, tucking his face into them.

"Virgil…" Croaked Roman before breaking down and crying quietly into his knees.

…

The door opened and a tired huff came from outside. 

"God that was a long drive…" 

Roman stirred from his sleep at the cold blasting through the warm home and cracked an eye open as he peeked over the couch. The door closed and the lock clicked. Roman jumped up on to his feet.

"VIRGIL!" Cried Roman, tackling the man into a hug. "WOAH!" Exclaimed Virgil as he caught Roman. Roman broke down into tears, relief hitting him hard.

"I thought- you didn't pick up- on the news- there was a crash- I-" Sobbed Roman. Virgil sucked in a sharp breath and held Roman close.

"It's okay. I'm here." Whispered Virgil. Roman clutched him tightly as he shook.

Virgil slowly helped Roman get back to the couch, kicked his shoes off and sat his keys and phone on the table before he pulled Roman into his arms again. They snuggled on the couch. Virgil restarted the Disney movie and they watched, calming down.

"I was so worried… Why didn't you..." Croaked Roman. Virgil squeezed Roman tight. "My phone died. That's why I didn't call back." Murmured Virgil. Roman snuggled closer, relaxing a little more.

"Don't scare me like that again…" Mumbled Roman as he began to fall back asleep. "Wouldn't try it…" Mumbled Virgil.

Roman sighed and allowed sleep to overtake him again, comfy and safe with Virgil.

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[softanxiouspatton]

I absolutely love all of this omg

I love how you incorporated the impressions (very accurate I'd say haha) and how you portrayed their relationship is so wholesome and sweet!!

I just love this as a whole and this is a goddamn treasure to be hold.

(Pun and compliment I really do channel Big Patton Energy XD)

Wtiys - I keep on dreaming for me

This is for @quietlypondering 's Write this in your style! It was very fun to think about, thank you bud 💜

Word Count: 999 (this is what you get for putting a limit on me jk I swear it's the quotes' fault, I wrote less)

Characters: Roman, Virgil, other sides only mentioned

Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety

Warnings: Just kissing I think but tell me if I missed anything!

Quotes are form Treasure Planet as well as the title.

A/n: I started off by being proud of it and now I'm kinda insecure but this is my fav Disney movie and I just h a d to. Also I feel like the ending is a bit off but whatevs you know? Enjoy~

✾

« No way, you seriously do that? »

« Well, yeah. It's funny how certain characters fit so nicely. »

Roman and Virgil were sitting on the couch, facing each other with their legs crossed. The night was a quiet one, they just so happened to be up for some casual talking over a movie they both knew to adore to its very smallest snippet of animation, insignificant word of the script or tiniest detail of the story told.

They found Treasure Planet to be a masterpiece ... One they could definitely relate to.

Right then, Virgil had just learnt something new about the fellow Disney lover: he was used to relate the characters to himself and the others, see which ones were most likely to have their own attitudes.

« You know what, I'm intrigued. Make an example. »

Virgil requested, placing his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them. The ghost of a smirk was forming on his lips.

Roman didn't miss the sparkle in his irises, he looked like he was ready to burst out laughing and he had a single thought crossing his mind.

Oh. I do enjoy that.

« Well let's take you, for instance. » his head turned towards the movie, which was picturing a teenage boy making the most of his time flying around a place with his mechanical object which was kind of illegal, but made the boy feel alive.

« You'd be Jim. »

« I'm flattered. » Virgil fake gasped, placing a hand on his chest for emphasis.

« Oh come on, he's a wonderful character! »

Virgil didn't answer right away, instead he stared at him with that enigmatic expression for a little longer than needed. Roman tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

« Did you just admit I'm wonderful- »

« WhatnoI- »

« So you're saying I'm awful. »

Roman took back whatever he was thinking earlier. No, hell no, that was a horrible smirk, he had a horrible expression, horrible eyes that did horrible things to his heart, that horrendous smirk he hated and loved at the same time.

And Virgil knew it and used it against him to drive him mad.

« I'll let it slide. » Virgil made a gesture as if he were brushing off the air around him. « Go on. »

Roman shrugged, shaking off all the unwanted distracting feelings.

« Well. Think of Logan as doctor Doppler. »

« I knew it. »

« Listen. Can you imagine him being like, » at that moment Roman rolled his shoulders and went into character. « I'm an astronomer, not a doctor! I mean, I am a doctor, but I'm not that kind of doctor. I have a doctorate, it's not the same thing. »

Of course his portrayal resulted into a way too over dramatic impression that still managed to be so on point Virgil had to give himself a moment before he stopped snickering.

« Please, carry on. »

« Alright, well, imagine Patton as B.E.N. »

« Oh my god, I'd love that. »

« Wait, wait. Deceit as this quote from Amelia. »

Virgil quirked an eyebrow, but Roman simply gave him a "bear with me" look. « Oh, shut up, Arrow. You know I don't mean a word of it. »

When he succeeded on getting yet another giggle from the other boy, Roman decided his goal was fulfilled.

« Okay, I have one. But it's a quote by Doppler. »

« Lay it on me. »

Virgil stifled a laugh, before he held up his hands « Remus with: Is this yours? » he did the stabbing motion on his side, a well known ticklish spot.

Roman fell back laughing loudly on the couch, taking Virgil with him. In a matter of minutes they were both lying down side by side with Roman clinging onto him for "comfort purposes" because "Oh my God your cheeks are so squishy, Patton was right".

Virgil's attention, focused on the movie, shifted when he felt hot breath on his ear.

Roman was singing, soft and barely audible, to the soundtrack coming from the television. Before he knew it, Virgil was humming to the tune, too.

Then, a sudden thought dawned on him.

« What character would fit you? »

« Have no idea. But there's a quote I do like. »

Virgil waited, but nothing came. He was about to ask, when Roman, who was now very aware of the pace of his heartbeat, talked.

« Could you look at me? »

That was an odd question. He acquiesced anyway, resting his face on his palm.

« Do you have any other request? » Virgil asked with a veil of sarcasm.

« Yes, can I pinch your cheeks. »

« If you crave instant death, sure. »

« Alright okay, I get it. » Roman pulled a half smile, then he looked him in the eyes mustering up all the courage he could possibly need.

« You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of! Well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day. »

Everybody knew Roman was a talented actor. Yet, Virgil marveled at how genuine he sounded.

It was as if he were really directing all those words at ...

He lost his train of thought as he felt Roman's lips press against his in a kiss that ended as quick as it came.

Virgil couldn't stop staring. Did that happen?

« Sorry. »

« Don't be. » was his automatic response, a smile appeared slowly on his lips.

Then Roman raised his hand and finally caressed Virgil's cheek.