glumshoe:

My kink is making sure that you are practicing safe sex, including studying up and being very careful when using restraints of any kind, because it’s very easy to damage the nerves in your wrists or arms without even realizing it. Don’t experiment or try anything new unless you are educated about the risks and prepared to minimize them!

nyxwordsmith:

A/N: So, I’ve had a terrible day but I’ve pulled myself out of the abyss enough that I’m happy to post. Thank you for everyone who wished me well. I appreciate them. ❤ And they did help ❤

Major FLUFF ahead YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Also a huge chapter! TAKE YOUR TIME. LOOK AFTER YOURSELVES

Warnings: Anxiety Mention, Minor Angst, Smoking, Self-Neglect

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It had taken only twenty minutes for Roman to
declare Date Night postponed. Sure, his nails were ruined already and there was
still so much Virgil had wanted to do, but Roman wasn’t going to let Virgil
hide this.

And he was glad he had.

Now, laying awake in a sleeping, dark house,
Roman’s mind was on overdrive. There was…a lot
to take in. It had taken a lot of
coaxing to get Virgil to finally open up, but when he did…

It certainly explained why Virgil had been
distant the week before. He didn’t like it, not at all. In fact, it made his
stomach churn and his chest tight and his heart heavy, but there were decisions
he had to make.

It had always been a certainty that this would
happen. Roman knew this. He had always known this. But there was that
hopeful part of him that had drowned it out, tried to hide the truth, to say
that maybe Todd would back off.

A soft hum against his shoulder snapped Roman
from his thoughts, eyes wide as they slipped to the sleeping teen by his side.

The moonlight streamed through
the curtains nearby, painting Virgil’s face in soft blues as he slept somewhat
peacefully against Roman’s shoulder. His hair had fallen over his face in
places, face slack and lips slightly parted as he breathed slowly and deeply.
Roman couldn’t help but exhale deeply,
feeling some of the uncomfortable tension flooding away. Carefully, Roman
turned from his back to lay on his side, a smile pulling onto his face as
Virgil sighed in his sleep, snuggling closer.

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nyxwordsmith:

A/N: Hey guys! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get this chapter out to you guys, but I have a few setbacks and hiccups in regards to plot so I hope I haven’t kept you all waiting too long! This is another soft, fluffy chapter, with only a mild, healthy dose of angst. It was supposed to be angstier, but it was too sudden so hopefully we’ll start getting into the true grit of the boys pasts in the next chapter? (Maybe)

Warnings: Insecurity, Implied Stalking, Implied Harassment

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The bitter winter wind tore through his thin
jacket, biting and nipping at his skin as he stood on the corner, hair lashed
into his eyes as he scanned the street back and forth. No matter how cold he
got every winter, no matter how sick he got, he couldn’t bear to tell his mother’s he needed a new jacket.

They’d barely had enough money to cover their
electricity bill that month. How would they possibly afford a new jacket for
him?

And even with the majority of his own
pay-check going to help his mothers with the bills, he couldn’t help but feel
the need to escape his family. He loved them. He loved them all dearly. But
years of debt and struggling was starting to show.

Even now, he was avoiding it.

A familiar black motorcycle appeared at the
end of the street and Roman felt the familiar surge of warmth, joy and the one
thing he was quickly getting addicted to. Security.

He let the smile spread on his face, watching
the bike as it pulled into an empty space and the rider braced themselves,
leaving the bike running as they reached up to their helmet.

The helmet gave way to familiar, scruffy black
and purple hair, silver eyes meeting his from the bike. Roman didn’t hesitate
any longer, trotting slowly toward Virgil as he smiled back warmly.

Just as Roman reached him, barely suppressing
a violent shudder from the fierce wind, Virgil shut the bike off, “You wanted
to meet here?” he asked, kicking at the stand and climbing off his bike.

Roman beamed back at him, bouncing a little on
his toes as pure excitement raced through him. He’d been carefully planning
this. Okay, maybe careful wasn’t the right word. Maybe he’d been hesitant about
it. There were a lot of things that could go wrong. So many possibilities to
consider.

But he was glad that they’d made it this far.

And Roman had saved up enough to finally show
his thanks. Or at least what he
thought would be enough for thanks. There
was a fear rushing under his excitement and as much as Roman desperately tried
to ignore it, he couldn’t help but feel it.

“I have a surprise.” Roman answered softly,
keeping his hands in his pockets.

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sandersstudies:

sandersstudies:

incorrect-sanders-sides:

Patton: I made this friendship bracelet for you!

Logan: You know, I’m not really a jewellery person…

Patton: You don’t have to wear it-

Logan: No, I’m going to wear it forever. Back off.

Virgil: *begrudgingly hands Logan a collage of magazine clippings in emo black, about how nerds are the best and other Hot Topic slogans* It sucks and it’s okay if you hate it.

Logan: Don’t use self-deprecating language, it inhibits progress.

Virgil: So you hate it?

Logan: No I’m keeping it forever

( @imhereformysciencefriends )

Roman: Here’s a portrait of my face

Logan: We have the same face. You do realize that, don’t you?

Roman: Well, if you don’t want it, give it back then.

Logan: Absolutely not.

(@imhereformysciencefriends)

incorrectsides:

Patton: Are you a big spoon or a little spoon?

Virgil: I’m a knife.

Roman, from across the room: He’s a little spoon.

thomassandersownsmysoul:

Okay but Logan doing the thing that all readers do. Reading like five books in a row back to back none stop then not reading anything for weeks but still insisting his an avid reader and one of the others (probably Roman) being like “okay so what are you reading now?” And he just responds with “…shut up”

incorrect-sanders-sides:

Virgil: I’ve been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for like ages now. No response.

Roman: Wow. He sounds stupid.

Virgil: But he’s not. He’s kinda smart actually. Just dense.

Roman: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know…“Hey! I love you”

Virgil: I guess you’re right. Hey Ro, I love you.

Roman: See! Just say that!

Virgil: Holy fucking shit.

Roman: If that flies over his head then, sorry Virge, but he’s too dumb for you.

Virgil: Roman-

hisgujin:

logince au

okay okay so imagine a human!sides au where they sides are participating in a play with director pat, tech virge, and logan and roman as casted members.

logan and roman hate each other and their rivalry is known pretty much world wide. so one day theyre doing a rehearsal with active mics and everything but it gets cut short (prolly bc roman and logan arguing) and pat is like ‘virge pls turn off the mics and roman may i pls speak with you’

and then logan storms over to virge and is ranting about how much he hates roman and stuff and virge laughs bc he’s like ‘yeah sure’ anyways virge or logan accidentally leans or sit on the button that turns on the mics but neither of them notice so they keep talking and virge is like ‘you like roman don’t you? you think he’s hot’

and logan is like ‘just bc i find his acting impressive and his singing amazing and think he is pretty hot doesn’t mean i like him’ and virge is laughing bc haha logan thinks roman is hot

then logan is like ‘i mean he’s so tall and have you seen those shoulders?? so broad. that is a M a n’

and then pat awkwardly shuffles in and is like ‘um virge i think you forgot to turn the mics off’

and all the color drains from logan’s face and he can see roman in the background looking at him, smirking, and logan’s just like o loRD

virgils-anxiety:

virgilsjourney:

Like I know it was in the bloopers but the concept of Roman deciding to attempt a british accent, then say his aunt somehow died at 19 but still conceivably managed to give him a vase, and the vase given to her by dame Helen Mirren, then bREAKS CHARACTER to look at Logan and ask “she’s a dame right” is h y s t e r i c a l to me akdkdk

Au where Roman the actor keeps breaking character to ask the long suffering dramaturg Logan if his lines are factually correct 😂

I love the idea that the bloopers are actually just the sides messing around