You are Safe.

sometimes its subtle,

sometimes it's as an exposure,

sometimes it's just to push some familiar buttons,

like sharing an inside joke,

something only Very Close people would know...

Authors note: I miss my favorite boys and got motivation to write for some reason so lets gooo. I just wrote the core four so if you want Remus and Janus feel free to leave a comment.

⚠TW!⚠: Mentions of panic attacks, fluff, prob a little angst ig if you squint

👑Roman👑

-Roman would be his dramatic self (bc of course he would be) but at the same time would think up of ideas on the fly on how to help as you have your panic attack

-Would probably BOMBARED you with questions as he tries to figure out his best on how to help until he figures out that you wont be able to answer all too well in your panicked state

-If you indicate that you want to be held, he will hold you against his chest firmly so you can hear the comforting sound of his heart beating

Virgil: You’re literally making a valentine's day card for Logan right now.

So not only is it, yes, definitely canon, but Janus is shy about it.

Writers and artists, come get y'all's juice. I know I’m going to be writing about this for comfort this week.

When barbie is in the real world and tells people she is barbie, people talking about her say she should be in an "insane asylum", that she is a "nutjob" and then correct themselves and say something along the lines of "a reality challenged woman". Basically she is perceived as being psychotic, and insulted for it.

Also throughout the entire film they throw around words like "crazy" and "insane".

The movie also has fourth wall breaks where it's talking about the actors and how you view them as you are watching.

The film talks of different realities (as in barbieland and the real world).

i’ve never heard the song before but it is very Soft and made me Feel Things 

Characters: Virgil, Logan

TW: crying, self-deprecation

Words: 735

This is stupid.

Logan was desperate to talk to Virgil, whose voice could convince him to do anything. But he wasn’t… supposed to care. About something like this, something so trivial and inconsequential, that someone else would never care about.

But here he was.

Logan rubbed more tears from his eyes, typing out a message to his friend. Virgil replied quickly, asking if he was okay, if Virgil should come over.

Despite still shaking from sobs, he typed out a ‘no.’ Virgil… Virgil shouldn’t see him like this. Broken and weak, vulnerable. He wanted to be able to cry into Virgil’s arms, feel the comfort that came from Virgil’s mere existence. 

But why would he care?

Thank you so much! You have no idea how excited I got seeing this. It's now after midnight, this took about an hour to write and I did just the most basic check, so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Silent comfort

The last few days were... Rough. That was an understatement but there was no need to dwell on the past more than it deserved, especially when it wasn't the most pleasant. Rough was an okay adjective.

The thing was, nothing foreshadowed the amount of complications that started to pile up with, seemingly, every passing hour. They say that sorrows come in batalions. Maybe there was something to the saying after all. At that point, Virgil would be partial to every excuse that would take his mind off of blaming himself. The amount of anxiety all of their plans crumbling caused him and, by extension, Thomas, hasn't been that high in a long while.

He thought he was getting better. He thought he was learning to control himself.

He guessed not.

And then there was Logan, visibly struggling to keep his composure while haphazardly changing schedules, calculating the degree of delays, the time that a particular thing needed to be put back on track - Logan's schedules weren't completely packed, always assuming the possibility of something failing, not this big amount of things, though.

You can take one piece from the very base of a Jenga tower without much consequence. Take two and the whole structure is hanging on a thread. One reckless move...

But no more of that. The situation has already been handled, for now. The whole of Thomas was exhausted, which didn't help when Logan and Virgil were still wound up, ready for the next bad news, not yet allowing themselves the full comfort of letting go.

At least Virgil didn't. He sat in front of the couch, knees up near his chest, staring on the wall. He knew thinking about it won't help anything. He couldn't help but think all the same.

The thoughts weren't the nicest; he wondered when will he stop worrying about the things that have no more impact on the present, not to mention the future. They seemed to have no end and an infinite amount of beginnings.

A sound of footsteps made Virgil jerk out of the deepest thoughts, in the small spike of adrenaline he didn't manage to recognise the person they belonged to before they were crouched down next to him, eyes cautious, worried. Tired.

Virgil sighed and visibly deflated, finding himself with not enough energy for words. Logan would understand, he understood most of the times.

And then there was a hand on his cheek, such a simple gesture. It was light and because of that almost tingling where it touched - warm and soft, a little hesitant. Questioning?

He could move back, he knew that.

He just didn't want to. Not this time.

Noticing that Virgil wasn't shying away, Logan let his hand cup his cheek properly, his thumb staring to move up and down leisurely, marvelling at the soft skin silently, carefully. Virgil sighed, his legs loosing a bit of the tension they were holding, slipping away from his chest just a tad.

Logan moved a bit, settling down on the floor next to Virgil so that he didn't have to be wary of balancing on his toes. His second hand moved to Virgil's other cheek, holding his face gently as if it was made out of a very precious material.

It was nothing, really. Nothing special, the gesture itself. The softness and tenderness of it made Virgil feel secure in a way that he'd find hard to explain. He was frozen in place and at the same time free to go whenever he wished, staring at Logan who wasn't looking exactly into his eyes, his focus on his own hands. As the other thumb joined the first one in the small movement Virgil sighed once more, this time letting his shoulders fall from shielding his neck.

And as the seconds passed, Logan started to let go of his miniscule signs of stress as well. With a few more up and downs of his fingers the movement regained its feather-lightness, his eyes finally meeting Virgil's and staying there as the last trails of stress left the depths of them.

Virgil smiled softly, his own hands coming up to rest upon Logan's, just for a moment, reassuring.

Virgil needed to feel safe in such times. He needed to put his trust into someone else, let himself be vulnerable, not fight for control that was slipping through his fingers. He needed to just breathe, to be grounded to calm down. He liked the contact, it made it all a bit easier.

Logan needed the feeling of control over something when he was extremely stressed, no matter how small the thing was. It sounds like a negative thing but it always manifested in small gestures: setting up the table, rearranging his desk. Something not that important, not hard, not demanding.

Being the one to touch Virgil instead of being touched was one of those things too.

He would never demand something that Virgil wasn't willing to give, that was directly stated when they started to seek each other for comfort. Rejections did happen, there was always another way for Logan to calm down. He wasn't the one to cross such boundaries.

But sometimes, especially in such stressful circumstances, there was nothing better than a bit of physical touch.

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Send me a prompt focusing on touch

Notice how each side has one plushie off themselves? Roman and Patton even talk to their plushies like how they would talk to themselves or a close friend. Virgil is sleeping, but he cuddles his plushie. Logan, though?

Logan has plushies of ALL of them.

Patton and Roman started flirting with very little prompting. They r now boyfriends and are very cute and in love

After several (slightly awkward) interactions, Virgil and Logan started flirting and they get along well

Roman and Virgil are officially Best Friends

Roman and Remus have bunk beds

Logan keeps setting himself on fire trying to cook

Logan is an astronaut and has a space mobile above his bed

I tried to make Remus and Janus flirt, but Janus kept rejecting Remus, who would then go and cry in his bed. Because I enjoy causing my characters pain, I found this amusing /hj

Because I gave Janus the 'jealous' trait, I wanted to see what would happen if Remus flirted with Logan in front of him. Idk what I was expecting, but needless to say, Janus was Furious

Patton and Virgil were best friends but I accidentally messed that up so they're not anymore. Just like in canon :))))))

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Word Count: 629

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Scars

Inspired by I Love You, Scars And All by @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo

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It’s why Janus loves him. Ever since that fateful day when Janus had burst into Roman’s room, begging to be fixed, Roman had made sure to worship every inch of him. Not to cover up and hide his scars, but to cherish them, to let them shine on their own. To prove, once and for all, that he is beautiful.