Well hi there! I got bored (and strangely inspired) and decided to add some context to your angst. So… Yeah. This is all happening before what you wrote.

Roman had been up for hours, excitement snatching any chance for sleep away. He knew what today was and he knew that everything would go well. Thomas had the chance of a lifetime, and with the prince’s help he knew he was going to slay that audition. Between his recitations in the vanity mirror, he almost didn’t notice the thud on his door. He slowly rose and strided to the entrance, opened it, and-

Oh.

Oh no.

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When Virgil woke up that morning, he had no idea of the events that would happen later that day. What he did know, however, was that he felt terrible. It wasn’t his usual discomfort with, well, everything; something was definitely off. Something was wrong. Way wrong. He was working overdrive, scrambling to find something to calm him down before the dreaded anxiety attack. He needed a safe space. He needed…. Something… He needed…. He needed-

He needed Roman.

He burst out of his room, looking like a total mess. (In his haste, however, he didn’t forget to close his door; it was instinct to not want anybody in his room.) He raced against his pounding heart and managed to knock once against the door he needed before his breathlessness shoved him down to a heap on the floor.

Nobody answered the door.

He was too late.

He stared, wide-eyed into the blackness that was taking over his vision, gasping for breath as his chest was constricted by the massive Boa of Panic.

He didn’t notice the door opening from behind him, or the shocked gasp, or how he was being moved bridal style, carried inside the room he was trying to get into earlier.

It was only when something else, something very much physical and real, was compressing his chest instead that the Boa loosened up. Not much, just enough for him to note the change of scenery through his trembling frame and darkened vision.

Somebody was hugging him.

He stiffened for a second, then relaxed. Or, well, he tried to relax. He was being held tightly against a well-muscled chest and somebody was seizing onto him like they would lose him if they let go. He shifted and buried his face in his boyfriend’s shoulder, eyes burning like he was going to cry, but the tears refused to come.

That didn’t stop the sobs, though.

Massive, loud, painful sobs racked his body, using up the small amount of air that he managed to suck in. He felt hands sliding up and down his back. His trembling hands reached around his boyfriend’s torso, clutching the fabric covering his back. As his symptoms started to slowly ebb away, one by one, he became aware of the voice coming from his right ear.

“-okay. It’s okay. Everything’s okay. It’s all going to turn out just fine. You’re here with me, you’re safe. Everything’s going to be okay.”

But Virgil already knew he was wrong.

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Virgil was on the verge(see what I did there?) of panic for the rest of the day, like a frazzled kitten. Patton almost cried when he realized that his normal excited outburst when seeing his dark, strange son had scared the exhausted side. Roman had outlawed any loud noises for the rest of the day and instead put on a marathon of Disney movies, to which nobody had objected.

It was midday now, and Virgil was cuddling on the couch with Roman. He was in between the prince’s legs, laying on his chest, Roman lazily tracing designs with his hand onto the skin of his boyfriend’s side while he watched the movie. Virgil was still restless and couldn’t pay attention to the television, instead opting to focus on the sensation of being held. He was soaking up the feeling of being in Princey’s loving embrace, for he knew it wouldn’t last long. Not after what he knew had happened earlier that day.

The Disney movie was interrupted when Thomas finally got back. He was in his apartment when he called his sides out to talk. Virgil had been the first one he called, the first one to see that they were both messes. Unkempt hair, dazed look… Hell, Thomas even looked like he was getting Anxie- Virgil’s bags under his eyes. Seeing how tired he looked, Virgil almost wanted to start crying, apologizing for what he’d done. He’d already been feeling horrible the entire day, and to see how much he’d hurt Thomas…

“You okay, buddy?” Virgil was incredulous. How, when he’d already had such a terrible day… How did he still manage to be so nice? Virgil merely bit his lip and cast his eyes downward, away from the person he’d betrayed. Thomas, too, looked down. They didn’t need to say anything else.

“Well look who it is! Thomas, how was-!” Patton stopped when he saw how on edge both Thomas and Virgil looked after having jumped at his outburst. “-Oh. Sorry, kiddos.” Patton looked at the column that served as their fourth wall desperately, wishing he could break through it and go hug Thomas.

Roman appeared in a regal pose, as always, “Please tell me those bags under your eyes are just cosmetic.” Roman interjected, but quickly stopped when he saw the expression on everybody else’s faces.

“It would appear as if Thomas is not feeling, and correct me if I’m wrong,” he flipped through a few notecards, picking one and turning it around so the others could see, “a Hundred P.”

“Thomas, what is the matter? You had your audition today, you should be-” his Creative side cut himself off when he saw Thomas cringe.

“Yeah, about that…” Thomas had regret written on his face, and Virgil couldn’t help but feel terrible. He knew how important this audition was for Thomas, and for Roman too. But he went and screwed it up anyway. He knew that Thomas hated him, and that Roman would too, when he found out. “I, um… Well, I…”

“It’s okay, kiddo. We’re here for you.”

“Um, well…” Virgil could feel Thomas’ eyes flash his way.

“… Yes?” Roman prodded.

“I, uh… we- er, I had-”

“He had a panic attack. On stage.” Virgil interrupted, seeing as Thomas wasn’t going to get to saying it anytime soon.

“Panic attacks aren’t usually initiated by stressors. Wouldn’t this be categorized as more of-”

“An anxiety attack?” Anxiety himself interrupted. “Does it matter?” Virgil growled, upset. “Either way, I’m the one that screwed him up.” Virgil, for the first time since the encounter started, chanced a look in Roman’s oddly silent direction.

He immediately wished that he hadn’t.

The amount of… hurt and... and disappointment was too much for him to bear. He stood and hissed a “Fuck this,” escaping down the hallway and in the direction of his room before Logan could counter his statement, Patton could comment on the language, Roman could make a jab at him or try to stop him, and before Thomas could do anything at all. I’m so sorry, guys. I just keep ruining everything.

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Ta-da!

This took me most of my morning, so I hope you like it :3 @crystaled-sides

..virgil eats angsty sonnets?

No, Virgil runs around and tries to take the non-food out of the others’ mouths because Virgil is the mom-friend. 

“Don’t–don’t eat th–STOP IT!!!”

Key word: tries

excellent additons you two

‘Actual single dad of three Virgil trying his DAMN HARDEST’ is now one of my favorite headcanons XD

Ok but like, deceit purposely making his job harder by encouraging the consumption of non edible things.

“Logan, you know that if you eat food you absorb their nutrients so it only makes sense to abosorb knowledge by eating books.”

“Come on, Patton, the commercials even show it being made into food shapes and stuff. If you make it look like vegetables then you can just consider it eating healthy.”

“You know what they say, Roman, you are what you eat and if you truly want to be artistic and creative and be a piece of art yourself, you know what you have to do. *hands him stacks of famous priceless paintings* Eat up.”

Like saying nonsensical, completely ludicrous statements about why eating these are good for you when it’s anything but.

Okay, so I can honestly picture them trying to eat their respective things.

Logan: Yes, it might be a little tough to bite all the way through, but if he takes it in smaller pieces at a time he should be able to eat the entire book. Or he could just cut up the book. Nobody said he has to bite out of the entire thing like a heathen. Just make sure he gets a little bit of cover in every bite for just enough crunch! to make it objectively delicious.

Patton: This one is by far the easiest. “What? It says that it’s non-toxic! That means it’s safe to eat!” Whenever he eats play-doh, he always makes sure that he has all of the basic food groups to reflect him encouraging Thomas to learn how to cook in “WAY TOO ADULT!” He makes sure that he always eats the vegetables first so he can get to the good stuff without having to worry about all those icky veggies later. (“I swear, they taste different!”) If he wants a little bit of crunch like the others, he can leave out the play-doh for a while so it gets hard, but Pat’s more into the mushy stuff(like his feelings) so crunch isn’t that high on his list of priorities.

Roman: Now Roman here has the potential for the most crunch! out of all of them. Before the 15th century, a lot of art was done on wood panels(In fact, the Mona Lisa is among them). There’s also a lot of art done of metal plates and you can include things like vases and sculptures on the list of art that Roman eats. They would all provide sufficient crunch! and roman likes that very much. (Side note: Roman also eats the frames now. At first he didn’t like them but he has since realized the err of his ways) 

But you know what he loves eating the most?

Ai Weiwei’s sunflower seeds.

Virgil hates them. Ever since Ro discovered them, these porcelain morsels have made his life a living hell. Roman can just stash a handful in his pockets or anywhere for a quick snack and it’s so hard to stop him. These things are everywhere in the mindscape, as they fall out of pockets so often and they’re dropped when Virgil smacks them out of hands and dumps out pockets; they’re under furniture, between couch cushions, hidden in drawers… Anywhere you can think of, there’s at least one there. I mean, there are 100 million of them; you can’t expect them not to be all over the place. 

But Ro thinks they’re so tasty. Every bite is a nice crunch of porcelain and he loves the taste of the clay-like paint. Plus they look so edible… How could he not be tempted?

At this point, Virgil’s gone insane. He’s already confiscated and locked up thousands of these sunflower seeds but Roman always has more of them. He doesn’t know how many more there are or how much more he can stand of this. Why do his friends have to have the desire to eat such crazy things? Hell, he doesn’t even have the desire to eat, most of the time. Why is he the only one that thinks they’re crazy for wanting to eat all of these inedible things? Why do they like the crunch so much? Why is he the only sane one in this entire mindscape?!?!!

Deceit pokes his head in- ”Roman I swear if you have more of those damn seeds…” -and Virgil interrupts him before he can even open his mouth. “Don’t get started with me. You’re part of the problem, encouraging them to- No, Patton. Stop making food with it or I’ll take away your Play-Doh. Logan, tell him how- You better get that book out of your mouth right now.- This is your fault. -I’m going to count to three and if any of you guys have books, Play-Doh, or porcelain on you- See what you make me have to do? -I’m going to get Thomas involved.- One… -Thank you, Patton. Logan you better- Two… -I’m looking right at you, Roman. I know you have more. Logan I’m going to scream.- Thr- Where do you think you’re going, Deceit? If I’m dragging Thomas into this you’re going to get punished too.” Virgil’s eyeshadow has grown three times as dark within the past five seconds. He’s so frustrated that he wants to cry. Deceit throws in a “Well you look like you’re having fun!” before he promptly gets a confiscated book to the face.

Virgil is 50000% done.

I love this so much! Adding to my favorite fics

Awh, thank you! I’m glad you like it!