Sanders Sides Oneshots

I'm Not Sick {Prinxiety}

Third Person

"For the last time, I'm not sick!" Roman argues, wearing his fluffy rainbow blanket like a shawl.

His roommates had spent the day trying to get him to admit that he was, in fact, sick. It would prove to be an almost impossible feat given that he was determined to go with them to a drive-in theater that was showing Beetlejuice. At the moment, he was making himself toast and Patton decided it was time to shove a thermometer down his throat. Roman had refused, claiming that it was treason to attack a prince, which only made them more concerned.

"Roman, denial will not solve anything. You clearly have some form of the flu, which we could confirm if you would 'man up' and let  Patton take your temperature," Logan reasons, getting frustrated with him.

He turns his head up, as if the very thought offended him, "There's no reason for Patton to take my temperature because I'm not sick."

"You're delirious, fatigued, coughing, and for god's sake you're swaying on your feet like an intoxicated minor," Logan points out, "You're sick."

"That's a matter of opinion," Roman says confidently, using the counter to make himself look more steady on his feet. While he was in the middle of convincing them that he would be perfectly fine in time for tonight, the toast just had to finish cooking, scaring the crap out of him, "What nightmare beast shalt I slay today?!" He screeched, grabbing a wooden spoon as he turned towards the toaster, before realizing what the sound was.

Patton sets a hand on Roman's shoulder, "Everybody gets sick kiddo, and when you do get sick, you have to admit it so that you can be taken care of. If it helps, we can stay here with you instead of going to the movie?" He offers.

"Thank you for the kind offer padre but that will not be necessary. This is all just a minor setback, and I assure you that I will be in tip-top shape by tonight," He says, taking his toast out and slathering a bunch of Crofter's onto it.

Logan sighs, looking over the bar towards the living room, "Would you care to assist us in convincing your boyfriend to stay home, Virgil?"

The aforementioned emo got up from his perch on the back of the couch, "Roman stay home and let Pat take care of you because I refuse to kiss you like this."

His boyfriend pouts, "That's not fair!"

"Too bad," Virge replies, shrugging from the kitchen entrance.

Roman sets his plate down and pulls him into a hug, "But Virgilllll, how am I supposed to cuddle you during the movie if you won't let me go??"

The angsty boi hisses, practically jumping out of Roman's arms, "That goes for cuddles too! I refuse to get whatever life-threatening disease you may or may not have!!" He declares while hurriedly putting on a surgical mask, "REEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

"You are both being ridiculous," Logan mutters, regretting even being associated with them, "Roman, you will let Patton take your temperature or so help me god I will lock you in your room. Virgil, you will not catch a life-threatening illness from Roman unless you consider stupidity to be a disease. So will you both stop acting like literal children for FIVE MINUTES?!"

Roman said, "Sure thing, mom," at the same time Virgil replied, "You're not my mom!"

Virgil proceeded to sprint for his room so he could avoid Roman and whatever disease he was carrying with him. Roman, albeit reluctantly, allowed Patton to take his temperature; 102 degrees. It's not high enough to be deadly, but it's for the best that he stays home and gets some rest.

Patton brought his kiddo into a hug, "Oh kiddo you need to rest! You also need energy so I'll let you finish your toast first, but then you're going straight to bed mister," He says in his best dad voice. Afterwards he does giggle and whisper, "Hehe 'straight.'"

"Fine, but y'all better wake me up in time for the movie," He says, taking a large bite out of his toast. Logan was about to point out that one; 'y'all' is not a word and two; that he should eat in smaller portions to avoid shocking his digestive system before determining that it would be pointless to do so. At the moment, he honestly couldn't care less if Roman started throwing his guts up, so long as he doesn't have to assist him.

Patton made sure he got to his room without passing out and even tucked him in. He returned downstairs with Roman's mostly empty plate. They eventually convinced Virgil to leave his room, so the three could set a certain something up...

- - -

When Roman left his room, looking for both entertainment and food, he was surprised to see what his roommates had set up. They had built a fort in the living room, with fairy lights draped over the edge of the entrance. It opened up in the direction of the tv, which currently had the credit screen for Cinderella on display.

They set up a movie night for him at home. They had missed out on the drive-in, to set up a movie night for him at home.

One thing about sick Roman, is that he gets very emotional very easily, "I knew your heart couldn't be all stone!" He declares happily, pulling Logan into a hug, "You guys are the best!!" He shouts to the room.

"Oh I wouldn't say that yet, I'm still gonna stay on the opposite side of the fort as you," Virgil warns, still wearing the mask from earlier.

He pouts for a moment, before being distracted by the soup that Patton brought out. Despite Virgil's earlier statement, he allowed Roman to take the seat next to him so long as they didn't make direct contact. So Virge and Roman both had a blanket wrapped around them and sat side by side, their arms pressed together.

Disney is so much better than Beetlejuice, Roman though with a smile.

A/N: Finally a proper request! Here it is Arya181 I hope you liked the way I went with it. Also, germaphobic!Virgil anyone??