Ship: Romantic prinxiety
Warning(s): Mild language
Notes: Sleepless In Seattle spoilers, mild While You Were Sleeping spoilers. Takes place about a week after FWSA.
Summary: Roman and Virgil meet up for their weekly Friday movie night. Since Thomas is on a date with Nico, they decide to watch a romcom. The two crushing sides eventually admit their feelings for each other after being pressured by the movie.
Roman heard a knock on his door.
“Princey?” Virgil called from the outside. “You decent?”
Roman rolled his eyes. “Yep, come in!”
Virgil opened the door and closed it slowly behind him. “So, what’re we watching?”
“I was thinking a romcom. Thomas has a date tonight with Nico, and I’m in the mood for one.”
Virgil walked into Roman’s view and shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
Roman scanned Virgil’s face and outfit, noting the adorable pajama-style T-shirt underneath his unzipped hoodie. He wore loose shorts and a very obvious lack of makeup. “No makeup tonight?” Roman asked.
Virgil shrugged and Roman thought he saw a blush rise up his neck. “I hated getting all tired while watching the movie and then having to go take it all off, so I thought I’d take it off before the movie. Does it look okay?”
Roman eyed Virgil’s face. He looked younger without makeup, more innocent, and more kind. Roman liked it. He liked it a lot.
“Yeah,” Roman said quietly. “It looks like wonderful.”
Virgil definitely blushed that time. “Okay, well, um… What romcom are we watching?”
Roman shrugged. “You can pick between While You Were Sleeping and Sleepless in Seattle.”
Virgil cracked a smile as he climbed into the bed and under the covers, very careful not to touch Roman. “If I pick Sleepless in Seattle, is Remy going to pop out of your closet and kill me?”
“Nah, we all know he’s gay already,” Roman replied.
“True, true,” Virgil agreed. “But While You Were Sleeping has the one-balled bastard insult, doesn’t it? Dunno if I can turn that down.”
“It’s a hard choice, I’m sure.”
“How dare you force me to make this choice?” Virgil asked, clutching his heart dramatically. “Wait a second. Did you have me pick because you couldn’t?”
“Uh…” Roman bit his lip. “Would you believe me if I said no?”
Virgil playfully glared at him. “Damnit. Sleepless in Seattle, it’s cuter and less angsty.”
“The angst master himself, picking a movie because it’s less angsty?” Roman teased.
Virgil rolled his eyes. “Shut up, you gave me two romcoms to pick from. What did you expect?”
“Not for you to pick the one that was ‘less angsty,’” Roman replied.
“Well,” Virgil said with a small huff, “I’m in a less angsty mood.”
“I’m glad,” Roman said. He grabbed the remote and searched for the movie on Amazon to put on. Then he leaned back against the headboard with a small, content sigh. “Let’s go.”
Virgil shushed him as the movie began to play the opening scene. Upon seeing the man and a young boy standing over a casket in a graveyard, though, Virgil looked sheepish. “Oops. Maybe this movie is more angsty. I forgot that the mom died.”
Roman laughed. “Good job, Virge. Now we’re both gonna cry.”
Virgil looked skeptical. “I don’t cry at movies.”
Roman dropped his jaw in disbelief. “Just last week, when we were watching Into The Spiderverse—”
“That doesn’t count!” Virgil protested.
“What about when we were watching The Umbrella Academy?”
“That’s a show, not a movie,” Virgil argued. “Plus, Gerard Way wrote it.”
“Ah, good point,” Roman agreed. “Oh, look, they’re leaving for Seattle. I think the angst is over.”
Virgil waved his hand dismissively. “No, it’s coming back to me now. Annie gets really angsty 'cause she doesn’t love her husband.”
“Fiancé,” Roman corrected.
“Yeah, same thing.”
Roman frowned, fairly certain that those were not the same thing, but let it go.
A while later, the movie showed Annie stalking poor Sam and Jonah.
“What the—? She’s stalking them?” Virgil asked. “I don’t remember this.”
“Well, how else would she find their address?”
“She finds their address?”
Roman laughed. “Yeah, don’t you remember? She finds it and then flies across the country to stalk them more.”
“I’m gonna have nightmares,” Virgil said. “You’d never stalk me, right?”
Roman blushed at the implication of Virgil’s words. “Um—I wouldn’t exactly need to?”
“So that’s a no,” Virgil said, eyes still on the screen.
Virgil let out a tiny puff of air. “Good.” He hesitated, mouth slightly agape with uncertainty, then leaned his head on Roman’s shoulder carefully. Roman immediately panicked. Was he supposed to do something? Maybe wrap his arm around Virgil’s shoulders? Yeah, that sounded right.
Roman did just that, pulling Virgil closer, all the while wondering if his question had been purely hypothetical or if he was truly interested in Roman.
By the time Jonah went missing, off on a plane to New York City, Virgil was asleep on Roman’s shoulder. Roman wasn’t complaining. The tiny snores coming from Virgil’s nose were absolutely adorable. In his sleep Virgil had wrapped his arms around Roman’s torso from the side, warming Roman to his core.
Roman knew in that moment that he wanted cuddles with Virgil far more often.
When Annie’s elevator reached the roof of the Empire State Building right as Sam and Jonah got in the other one going down, Roman wanted to reach through the TV and strangle them. Or at least scream in frustration. But Virgil sleeping beside him prevented him from doing any of that, so he bit his tongue.
Luckily, though, Jonah had left his backpack, so the father and son had to return to the topic the building, where the Annie and Sam finally properly met.
Roman felt tears prick his eyes as the two of them stared at each other, recognizing that they were finally feeling that in-love feeling everyone had described to Annie that she hadn’t felt for Walter.
He wondered if he’d ever felt that feeling. It seemed so stupid that anyone could feel that way about someone, but he supposed the man sleeping on his shoulder was proof that there could be a bit of a magical air around someone you loved.
Speaking of Virgil, Roman wasn’t entirely sure what to do with him now that the movie was over and he was still asleep. Probably carry him back to his own room to sleep.
Roman gently pried Virgil’s arms off of himself, though Virgil put up a bit of a fight in his slumber. Soon, though, Roman got himself free of Virgil’s grasp. He looked down at the sleeping side and couldn’t bring himself to move the for-once-peaceful man.
“Well, looks like I’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight,” Roman said quietly.
“H-hm?” Virgil asked, slowly stretching as he opened his eyes. “O-oh, is the movie over?”
Roman nodded. “I was just gonna sleep on the floor. You can stay in the bed if you want; You’re probably tired.”
Virgil bit his lip and looked at Roman. After a moment, he seemed to make up his mind. “You can… uh, you can sleep up here too, you know…” he said quietly. “If you want, I mean,” he added hastily.
“You’re sure?” Roman asked.
“Um, okay, then!” Roman stood up, carrying the blanket he’d brought to the floor with him. “You won’t steal the blankets from me, will you?”
Virgil smiled softly. “I hope not. We can share.”
“'Kay, good,” Roman said, climbing in next to him, a blush coating his face as Virgil cuddled up to him.
“I… um, just in case it wasn’t clear, I may or may not be in love with you,” Virgil said into Roman’s side.
“That doesn’t exactly clear it up, you know,” Roman joked back.
“Fine,” Virgil scoffed. “I’m in love with you.”
Roman kissed Virgil’s hair. “Good thing, too. I just so happen to be in love with you as well, cariño.”
Virgil laughed softly. “Yay.”
“Yay, indeed,” Roman agreed with a content sigh. “Yay, indeed.” He smiled up at the ceiling as he felt his eyes drift closed.
This was nice.