#cupioromantic!patton

[justahopelessgreyromantic]

for the aro ask game, can you do question 18 or 9?

9: What is your favourite aro-spec identity flag?

i LOVE the cupioromantic flag, the colors are sooo pretty and I think it's so neat :]

18: Do you have any aro-spec headcanons?

not a whole lot tbh, however:

Jonathan Sims (tma) - he's a romance favorable aro-ace to me

Sasha James (tma) - I don't think it was ever actually made cannon that she's aro? but idc she is

Tim Stoker (tma) - listen it's not my fault all the archive team are aro ok? but he's cupio all the way around <3

Patton Sanders (tss) - my aro bestie <3 he just wants to be friends w everyone

Darryl Wilson (dndads) - in my mind he is either aro or greyromantic, but my mans is not allo

[cupid0hargreeves]

My sander side OC bio

Full name: Chara Anger Insanity Sanders.

Age: 12

Friends: Virgil, Remus, patton, remy

Fatherly firger: janus

Gender: female.

Trait: Anger and Insanity.

Sexality: Lesbian and cupioromantic

Power/ability: can teleport via shadows and can see, feel and hear ghosts and other supernatural entities Eye's Charge's Colors(here what they mean)

Normal red: neutral

Dark Duel Red=Mad or she knows something's up

Light Red= she really scared

Light Duel Red= Really upset

Pure black=she truned into insanity

Trait Color:Orange

Emblem:a knife and ax

Dark or light side: Dark side

Birthday: Oct.31'st 2010

~ansgty info~

Angst: has nightmares alot.

Fear(s):  thanatophobia(fear of people dying), Autophobia(fear of being alone),Trypanophobia (fear of niddles),phonophobia(fear of loud sounds ex: gun shots, screams, bombs),Algophobia (fear of pain),Claustrophobia( fear of confined spaces), Acrophobia(fear of hights)

~Extra info~

takes walks in mide scape often, has tiny scars on arms from climing a tree falling off ,playing with spider that found when she was 6,keeps a nacklace in pocket.

~Likes,Dislikes,Loves and hates~

Likes: knives, wepones, staring at the eyes on the trees, disceing frogs.

Dislikes: a lot of things.

Loves: horror movies and tim burten movies.

Hates:roman,(ONLY IN RP's),being called a demon,being called a jerk, someone calling remus or janus shut-outs and jerks,someone bulling virgil.

~favorite things~

Favorite side: Janus and virgil and remus.

Favorite color: blood red.

Favorite thing to do: play the kinfe game and play in tree house.

Favorite plushy: alice in Wonderland plushy.

Favorite Song(s): Never be alone(a fanf song),Angle with a shotgun,Welcome to the show, and Secret.

Favorite movie: monster high ghouls rule.

Favorite thing: a necklace that virgil gave her.

~looks~

Hair: short.

Hair Color: Light-ish dark-ish drown-ish red

Eye color: truns to many shades of red and when truns into insanity eye pure black.

Shirt: wares a a daul red sweter.

Hoodie?:black and red hoodie.

Panits:black riped jeans.

Shoes:black vans

Hight: 5'2 1/2

Picture:

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

You and Me, We Don’t Make Sense (But No One Does)

Ao3

Summary: Roman loved the idea of romance, and everything that was attached to it. Romance itself, on the other hand... well, it wasn’t really his thing And, despite what anyone else might say, that was alright. Warnings: Kind of aphobia (of the aromantic kind), self-doubt (specifically of one’s romantic orientation) Pairings: QPR Royality Notes: Inspired by this post from @notveryglittery

    Roman loved the idea of romance.

    It was, after all, an extremely alluring concept. Buying great bouquets for those you love? Date nights tailored to your combined interests, spent just with each other? Grand tales of just what romantic love could overcome? Soft and sweet kisses filled with adoration? Roman loved all of it and more.

    Roman, however, didn’t care much for actual romance.

    It was to his benefit he wasn’t even certain what romantic love was, aside from what other people told him. It wasn’t like he necessarily had anything against romantic relationships, they just… never seemed right for him.

    The result of this collision of his love of concept but dislike of execution often resulted in his being almost excessively affectionate with his friends (of which he had many- he disliked romantic relationships, not people), family, and even strangers at times. Though he really should stop interacting with strangers like that. In his experience, a lot of them got the wrong impression.

    For an example, Roman had to look little farther than less than an hour ago. He had been buying flowers for his partner, Patton (they were cupioromantic, which had made them and Roman even more of a perfect match than they naturally were- though unfamiliar with romance itself, they were both very well-versed in the language of it) when he noticed two women giggling and clearly talking about him from a little ways across the shop. From what he could tell of their conversation, the giggling was nervous as they tried to convince the other to go talk to him.

    Roman was, in all honesty, flattered. He considered himself to be exceptionally pretty (a point wholeheartedly supported by Patton), and moments like these reminded him that he was not the only person with that opinion. He smiled smugly as he finished making his selection, waiting to see if the women would figure themselves out or not.

    It wasn’t until he had finished making his purchase that one of them did approach him. She tapped his shoulder lightly, and Roman smiled, putting on his handsomest grin before he turned towards her.

    “May I help you?” He asked her politely. At Roman’s attention, her cheeks coloured slightly, and Roman couldn’t help but feel proud that, yes, he still had it.

    She awkwardly gestured towards the bouquet of red gaillardias and blue freesias. “For someone special?”

    “They are.” Roman admitted easily. “Though if I gave them to you, I would still be telling the truth.”

    The woman giggled a bit, flushing even more. “You sure are a charmer.”

    “It helps that you are so charming yourself, ma’dam.”

    She smiled at that, looking down in a poor attempt to hide her ever-rising blush. “Hey, listen… I was wondering… if you’d like to maybe… go out sometime…?”

    Roman kept his own smile up, tone still light as he answered, “Apologies, for as delightful as that sounds, I do not date. I’m certain any man would be lucky to have you, however.”

    Normally, that was where it ended- the woman (or man or enby) would be a bit abashed at being turned down, but they’d still be smiling, and hopefully feeling very confident in themselves after Roman complimented them, saying thank you and wishing him a good day as they headed off. Roman would go on with his day as well, feeling happy himself at getting the chance to make someone’s day at least a little better.

    But this woman seemed as if she was looking to be an exception. “You don’t date?” She asked, sounding confused. “Are you… are you married?”

    “I am not.” Roman said (though he did hope one day his answer to that question would be ‘yes’).

    “Then… why don’t you date?”

    Roman forced himself to keep his smile up. Conversation rarely veered in this direction, but when it did, it was… uncomfortable. So few people actually knew what he meant when he said he was bellusromantic, and explaining it always seemed to take longer than it should. “Not my thing.” He settled on, knowing it sounded lame but not in the mood to truly get into it. “Now, if you do excuse me, I have somewhere to be. Have a good day.”

    He made his way to the door as quickly as he could without looking suspicious- uncomfortable questions aside, he didn’t want the woman to think he was fleeing her or something similar- ignoring the fact that he was almost certain the woman was watching him as he left. He was halfway across the shop when he heard the woman’s friend come over to her, their conversation quiet but just loud enough that Roman could hear it-

    “So, did you get his number?”

    “No… he said he… doesn’t date.”

    “That’s… weird.”

    “He was weird. He was being so romantic, too… it doesn’t make sense.”

    Luckily, for Roman’s sake, he had reached the door by then, and was out into the world, the women’s voices and conversation out of his hearing. The words he had caught, however, stuck in his mind, bouncing around in his head as he headed for his car.

    He wasn’t weird or nonsensical! Liking romance but not wanting to be romantic with anyone was normal, and real, and perfectly sensical, and he knew that because that’s who he was, and how he had felt for as long as he could remember, and there was a name and a flag for it and everything! Some random lady’s opinion didn't change that!

    So why did Roman have to spend five minutes just sitting in his car before he drove home, holding the wheel and lightly hitting his head against it as her words echoed in his head?

    ~~

    “Patton, sweetest, darling, dearest, I’m home!” Roman called out as he closed the door behind him, trying to infuse his voice with all the enthusiasm he had had before the interaction in the flower shop.

    Almost immediately, Patton was there, with bright colours from the entire rainbow and then some smeared across their hands, arms, and face, their apron even more colourful. They were smiling just as brightly, and despite his preoccupations, Roman’s heart would always lift at that smile.

    “You’re home!” Patton said excitedly, eagerly rushing up to Roman but stopping just an inch from him. They smiled sheepishly, raising their painted hands. “Guess I shouldn’t touch you, huh?”

    Roman smiled. “My clothes- and cheeks- are washable.”

    Patton let out a happy squeak, immediately squishing Roman’s cheeks between their hands and kissing him. “I missed you.” Patton said in between a second kiss. “Missed your sweetness and prettiness and handsomeness and loveliness and-”

    “Shhh, love bug, or I’m going to die before you get to see my surprise.” Roman whined, leaning his forehead against Patton’s, trying to keep them from kissing him again and completely stealing his voice.

    “There is no greater surprise than that of waking up every morning to find you once more beside me.” Patton said, hands slipping away from Roman’s cheeks to loop around his back instead, holding him close. “I am certain a vision such as yourself should have vanished by now.”

    Roman’s cheeks quickly turned a shade of red bright enough to rival the dash of red Patton had smeared on their cheeks. “For an angel, dearheart, you are being very impish.”

    “That’s. Because. I. Love. You!” Patton said, covering Roman’s face in kisses to punctuate every word. They giggled when Roman made a strangled noise at the affection, clearly satisfied at having broken their partner.

    “Take your surprise before I melt into a puddle.” Roman managed to say after a moment, pulling back slightly from Patton and moving the hand he had hidden behind his back in front of him to reveal the bouquet to Patton.

    Patton’s eyes lit up at the sight of the flowers, shining so radiantly Roman was surprised the glare didn’t catch on their glasses. They gratefully accepted the flowers, smelling them before looking up at Roman once more, still smiling. “They’re so pretty!” They commented excitedly.

    “Just like you, sweetheart.” Roman said easily, relaxedly, watching as Patton’s cheeks blushed red immediately.

    “Now look at who’s making who melt.” Patton accused, holding the flowers up in a useless attempt to hide their blush.

    “I am simply telling you the truth.” Roman defended, grinning as he pulled the flowers down and returned the favor of covering Patton’s face in kisses (though he was careful to not kiss the still drying paint).

    Patton giggled, allowing themself to be drowned in Roman’s affections for a moment before they pulled back. “I need to put these in water.” They said hastily, quickly rushing off towards the kitchen to avoid Roman grabbing their wrist and stopping them for more kisses.

    He still followed them however, coming to a stop in the kitchen doorway and leaning against it as he watched Patton bustle about, pulling out a nice vase and filling it with water before working to free the flowers of their plastic sheath. He sighed as he crossed his arms, happy to watch Patton work. Their golden hair had been pulled into a ponytail, to avoid getting paint in it, but it was still stained with blues and pinks. They slid about the kitchen in mismatched kitten socks as they cheerily completed their task.

    It was all simple things that he noticed, Roman supposed, noticing how Patton’s hair was put up or how they moved or the fact that the back of their right arm had clearly been purposefully smeared with a gradient of colours from purple to pink that blended into lines of grey-purple-white-pink beside it. But he liked the simple things. He loved noticing them. He loved noticing everything about Patton.

    The vase full, Patton moved it to their table, Roman switching from the kitchen doorway to the one that separated kitchen and dining room, once more leaning on it as he watched Patton place the vase and drop the flowers in. Immediately after dropping them, Patton pulled two back out- one gaillardia and one freesia. Roman smiled as they immediately went to work at tucking them behind their ears.

    Roman had seen that coming- he always picked brightly coloured flowers for a reason. Patton loved the colours, would slowly pick through the entire bouquet, decorating their hair with one of each flower until there were no more and Roman was out to buy more. It was his favorite part about buying flowers for Patton- the sweetness and closeness of the traditionally romantic gesture was just an extra benefit-

    He was weird. He was being so romantic, too… it doesn’t make sense.

    Roman closed his eyes, grimacing at the memory as he pressed his head against the doorway. He really hoped that mental link wouldn’t last long. Because it was stupid, really, completely stupid, stupid stupid stupid.

    He looked at Patton again. Patton. His partner. His beautiful lovely gorgeous amazing partner, who he loved with more than all of his heart, who he loved to kiss and hold and shower in affection, who he had a perfectly sensical relationship with regardless of the fact that it was filled with romantic actions but no actual romance because romantic attraction was for suckers anyways-

    “Honey?”

    Roman blinked, surprised to suddenly find that Patton was in front of him, frowning softly and watching Roman with concern. He plastered on a smile. “Yes, sweet pea?”

    Patton tilted their head to the side, raising one hand to cup Roman’s cheek. “You’re distracted. Something’s wrong.” Patton commented. “What’s wrong, darling?”

    Roman’s smile softened at Patton’s worry, and he placed his hands on Patton’s shoulders reassuringly. “I’m alright, sunshine. Nothing’s wrong.”

    “You’re lying.” Patton said, frown deepening. “Something happened while you were out. Did someone say something to you?”

    Roman chuckled drily. “You’re too good at guessing games.”

    “What did they say?” Patton pressed, ignoring the weak joke.

    “Nothing important.”

    “It’s bothering you. It’s important.”

    “Just something stupid- an offhanded comment, nothing more, it’s really not anything to worry about, love-”

    Patton’s second hand came up to cup Roman’s other cheek, shutting him up and forcing his attention on Patton. “Tell me.” Patton begged. “Please, baby, tell me.”

    Roman tried to resist for a moment, really not wanting to burden Patton with anything, but his partner was very convincing, especially when they were using not only puppy eyes but worried puppy eyes on him, and soon enough he gave in with a sigh and, “Just a side comment at the flower shop- was just paying a woman some compliments when I had to tell her I don’t date- she called it- me- weird, said it didn’t make sense… it’s not like I haven’t heard it before, I just-”

    “I’m going to fight her.”

    “Dearest-”

    “I’m going to fight her so hard she won’t even-” Patton glared at the ground, their face looking adorably angry, before they looked back at Roman, expression now a mix of anger (directed elsewhere) and sympathy (directed just at Roman). “I’m so sorry, honey, you shouldn’t have had to deal with that.”

    “It’s nothing, really, Patton, I can deal with it-”

    “But you shouldn’t have to!” Patton exclaimed vehemently. “You were just trying to be nice and she was being rude and wrong. You’re not weird, you’re beautiful and kind and sweet and fun and absolutely lovely.”

    Roman smiled softly. “Thank you-”

    “And of course we don’t make sense!” Patton continued, on a roll and unwilling to stop. “No couples make sense! People say they do, but they don’t! Romance is weird! Relationships are weird! People are weird! None of us make sense! At all! It’s stupid to expect us to! It’s stupid that you had to deal with today, and that you’ll probably have to deal with it later!”

    Patton pushed themself even closer to Roman, pressing their forehead against his as they stared into his eyes. “What we have is beautiful and rich and wonderful and unique, and I love it and I love you and I wouldn’t ever trade it for something as boring as something that ‘makes sense.’”

    Roman’s smile grew at that, completely genuine, and he pressed his eyes closed for a moment to chase away the few tears that were trying to escape. “I love you.”

    Patton smiled as they tilted their head, moving so they could pull Roman into a sweet kiss. Roman’s arms moved so that he could embrace Patton while they kissed, and Patton willingly obliged him by stepping forward so that they were almost completely pressed up against him.

    Eventually, Patton pulled away, still smiley. “You’ve got paint all over your face, you know.” They said, already starting to giggle. “Makes you look adorable.”

    “You’re adorable too.” Roman returned. “But you don’t need the paint for that.”

    Patton laughed at that, a light and soft and pretty sound that made Roman want to kiss them forever. He knew he couldn’t get away with forever, to his greatest disappointment, but he did manage to get in another full minute of just covering Patton’s face in little kisses, fast little pecks that only made Patton laugh and blush more, both which were factors that only increased Roman’s need to kiss them.

    Finally, however, Patton pushed Roman away, still grinning even as they lightly scolded, “That’s enough out of you. We’re not going to get anything done if I let you keep kissing me forever.”

    “Oh, who cares about doing things?” Roman asked teasingly, trying to steal another kiss only to have Patton dodge him. “I’d be happy to kiss you til I couldn’t.”

    “I know you would.” Patton said, moving their hands to hold Roman’s arms as they leaned even further backwards. “Which is why I really have to be the one to stop this or we’ll be here until you fall over and I’m left to nurse you back to health.”

    “That sounds wonderful to me.”

    Patton shook their head. “You’re reckless in the pursuit of love.” They said.

    “No, I’m not.” Roman argued. “I am reckless in the pursuit of you. You just happen to be my love, and my heart, and my sunshine, and my whole entire world-”

    “This is what I mean by unique!” Patton said happily. “Sometimes love is the universe falling for the sun.”

    Roman blushed. “Oh, that’s not fair.”

    “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” Patton told him. “I can try and make it up to you, though.”

    “Hmm? How so?”

    “With food and entertainment and cuddles and if you’re very lucky I might even give you kissing rights back.”

    “I like the sound of that.” Roman admitted. “What are we watching?”

    Patton hummed. “Up to you. We could watch Moana, or some Masterchef Junior if you’re looking for something quicker.”

    “I like the sound of both.” Roman admitted, smiling at Patton. “Can I have both?”

    Patton smiled back. “Yes, but only because you’re so charming.”

    “I’ll take it.” Roman said. “What’re we eating?”

    “I was going to make pasta-”

    “Too long.” Roman cut him off with a whine. “Wanna get to cuddling.”

    Patton chuckled. “Snacks, then?”

    Roman nodded. “Yes, but only if we get them together so I don’t have to let go of you.”

    “You’re clingy.” Patton joked, but they still held onto Roman’s hand as they made their way back into the kitchen, quickly pulling a bag of chips out of the pantry and some sodas out of the fridge. “This good?”

    “If it means we can be wrapped around each other like we’ll never let go on the couch sooner, than yes.”

    Patton just laughed again and allowed Roman to tug them both over to the couch. He flopped onto it first, beckoning for Patton to follow, whining when Patton put Moana into the Blu-Ray first and set down the snacks before coming to sit down as well.

    Of course, they weren’t sitting long, Roman wrapping around them and pulling them over so that they could properly cuddle stretched out over the couch. He kicked at the blanket spread over the back of the couch, pulling it over so that it landed mostly over them. He nestled his head into the crook of Patton’s neck as Patton turned the movie on, dropping the remote and leaving it to play as they leaned back, getting closer to Roman.

    Soon enough, Patton turned their head to look at Roman’s face, smiling when they found Roman already looking at them, himself smiling softly and fondly.

    “Hey, Patton?” Roman asked, quietly.

    “Yes?”

    “You know I love you more than I have ever loved anything or anyone, right? No romo though.”

    Patton chuckled lightly, managing to bend their head just enough to press a kiss to the side of Roman’s mouth. “I know. And it’s okay. I love you just as much… and then some.”

    “Cheater.”

    “Oh, hush. I’m your cheater, and you know you love me.”

    Roman grinned. “Yes I do. And you know what?”

    He bent his head so he could return a similar kiss on the edge of Patton’s lips. “Loving you? It’s the most sensible thing in the world.”

[starlocked01]

In honor of Aromantic Awareness week, here's a list of all my fics that feature Aro and Arospec characters!

sorry they're mostly soulmate aus and all Sanders Sides

Suspended in a Defenseless Test- Aromantic Patton and Remus, red thread soulmate au Patton never had a soul bond. He thought he was okay with God's tumultuous plan for his life- until he met Remus.

I Know the Stars Will Start to Fade- Aromantic Logan and Frayromantic Roman, matching soulmarks au Roman was born with three soul marks but now has only one. He doesn't want to ruin his last great chance for happiness but finds his final soulmate, Logan, isn't what he expected. And neither is he what he expected of himself.

And at Last I See the Light- Demiromantic Logan and Frayromantic Virgil, MCD Virgil has given up on finding a soulmate because soulmates are overrated, guaranteeing his own death by his 26th birthday.

Do You Love the Color of the Sky?- Aromantic Patton, color reveal soulmate au Not being able to see green must suck, but Patton pitied his soulmate more for being stuck with him.

Who Am I to Disagree?- Aromantic Roman, Compass soulmate au Roman met his soulmate once and has been outrunning him ever since. Patton has been trying to distance himself from his soulmate while trying to chase him down and bring the pirate to justice. He needs to figure out if he's been running from Roman, or himself.

Straight Down (not slow like I used to)- Aromantic Patton Janus is still grieving his lost husband when he meets a youth pastor in the seat next to him. They're both in for a bumpy ride.

When Can I See You Again?- Cupioromantic Logan and Aromantic Emile, identifying timers soulmate au (nearly complete!) Whoever decided to make soulmarks a countdown clock to the next time you would see your soulmate wasn't thinking straight. A group of friends struggles to make sense of their soulmarks and what the clocks actually mean for their relationships with each other.

[remusownsmyuwus]

Did you

Did you know

That Patton is alloaro??????? Did you know???? He's alloaro and super valid you know??????

Virgil????? Did you know he's actually aro??? And also demisexual?????? Did you know?????? Virgil,,, my good man,,, happens to be aro??????

Did you know that my main man Roman is aro????? Did you know????? Roman's also ace!!! My boy Roman is aroace????? Isn't that awesome??????

Did you perhaps,,,, know that Deceit is greyaro??? Did you know Deceit is greyaro and super valid????????

Did you know Logan is demiromantic??? Logan is super valid????

Did you know Remus is arospec but hasn't decided on a specific label yet??? And is also super valid?????

Did you know that the Critic is cupioromantic????

Or that Sleep is lithoromantic???

Did you know that Emile Picani is fictoromantic????

You didn't??? Well I'm glad I was here to tell you!!

[ironwoman359]

remember reading a series of six oneshots on AO3, each one focusing on one of the sides, and one with all of them, and Roman was cupioromantic, Patton was ace, Logan was aromantic, and Deceit was trans. I think it was called "You Can't Explain (Everyone wants you to explain)", and I tried searching for it on AO3, but I can't find it. Can you help me relocate it?

I’ve never heard of that one, does anybody else know it?

[twofacedbelief]

Romulus "King" Sanders

he/him pronouns, sometimes refer to himself with the royal we

stands for not only Creativity but also Ego, Passion, Pride, and Ambition

instead of thomas' brown eyes, he has one red and one green

aroflux; aegoromantic (enjoys the idea of romance but doesn't wish to participate in it), cupioromantic (doesn't experience romantic attraction but still desires a romantic relationship), akoiromantic (doesn't desire reciprocation of his romantic attraction)

placiosexual (enjoys performing sexual acts for others but is repulsed by the thought of having them reciprocated)

his weapon of choice is a halberd

can speak french

fiercely protective + a bit possessive

morally grey; his main concern is being loved for his creations

will not put thomas' friends over thomas' career; if they're real friends they would want him to go to the callback

doesn't care for patton (which is fair, considering patton was responsible for the split)

his sweet of choice is any combination of chocolate and salted caramel

refuses to call deceit by deceit; refers to him as belief

[amethystdarkwolf]

Pride Mood Boards!

So I made some mood boards for Sanders Sides (With the addition of Remy [Sleep] and Emile Picani) With the pride flags I tend to Headcanon them with!

If you want me to make one with any specific character and pride flags let me know!!! I'll be doing them all of June!!

(Remy, Emile, and Deceit's are under the cut)

Logan: Demi-romantic Autochorissexual.

Roman: Transgender (FtM), Pansexual, Polyamorous

Patton: Genderfluid, Pansexual, Polyamorous.

Virgil: Agender, Asexual.

Deceit: Agender, Aromantic, Asexual. 

Emile Picani: Genderfluid, Cupioromantic, Asexual.

Remy: Nonbinary, Gray-romantic. 

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Hello, just wanted to tell you that i love the QPR lamp fics you wrote a while back, they are very sweet and maybe you could do another part? I'll give you some prompts if you so desire to continue it. It's just such lovely fics, i come back every now and then to read them because not only are they so sweet and well written, but it was one of the first aro fics I've read and the one that helped me realize who i am and what type of relationship i wish for. Even i had a crisis for slightly identifying with Patton's orientation, it has helped me to deal with internalized arophobia and realise that I'm not the only one and I'm not broken. So, yeah, thank u sm for your writing, hope you have a nice day:]<3

- an emotional cupioromantic

youre so very welcome! and you can definitely send me prompts for the QPR lamp verse, that sounds swell!!!

[willowaudreykeyes]

Naw... They're cute ❤️💕

You and Me, We Don’t Make Sense (But No One Does)

Ao3

Summary: Roman loved the idea of romance, and everything that was attached to it. Romance itself, on the other hand… well, it wasn’t really his thing And, despite what anyone else might say, that was alright. Warnings: Kind of aphobia (of the aromantic kind), self-doubt (specifically of one’s romantic orientation) Pairings: QPR Royality Notes: Inspired by this post from @notveryglittery

    Roman loved the idea of romance.

    It was, after all, an extremely alluring concept. Buying great bouquets for those you love? Date nights tailored to your combined interests, spent just with each other? Grand tales of just what romantic love could overcome? Soft and sweet kisses filled with adoration? Roman loved all of it and more.

    Roman, however, didn’t care much for actual romance.

    It was to his benefit he wasn’t even certain what romantic love was, aside from what other people told him. It wasn’t like he necessarily had anything against romantic relationships, they just… never seemed right for him.

    The result of this collision of his love of concept but dislike of execution often resulted in his being almost excessively affectionate with his friends (of which he had many- he disliked romantic relationships, not people), family, and even strangers at times. Though he really should stop interacting with strangers like that. In his experience, a lot of them got the wrong impression.

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[watchoutforthefanfics]

I mean ditto^^, but also

This entire concept???

Roman saying, and I quote, "no romo"???

I'm amazed, and I love every bit of this ever loving story just without the romance.

Like Patton and Roman are so sweet and kind, they mend so well together in this? Their personalities are just two pieces of one whole?

The fact that this taught me something, and was just so good at representing something I'd never heard of, that I immediately got it?

You're amazing, and I 100% stan this concept and execution with every piece of my being?

(@sleepless-in-starbucks just in case you can't see this reblog bc I reblogged it off of another account.)

You and Me, We Don’t Make Sense (But No One Does)

Ao3

Summary: Roman loved the idea of romance, and everything that was attached to it. Romance itself, on the other hand… well, it wasn’t really his thing And, despite what anyone else might say, that was alright. Warnings: Kind of aphobia (of the aromantic kind), self-doubt (specifically of one’s romantic orientation) Pairings: QPR Royality Notes: Inspired by this post from @notveryglittery

    Roman loved the idea of romance.

    It was, after all, an extremely alluring concept. Buying great bouquets for those you love? Date nights tailored to your combined interests, spent just with each other? Grand tales of just what romantic love could overcome? Soft and sweet kisses filled with adoration? Roman loved all of it and more.

    Roman, however, didn’t care much for actual romance.

    It was to his benefit he wasn’t even certain what romantic love was, aside from what other people told him. It wasn’t like he necessarily had anything against romantic relationships, they just… never seemed right for him.

    The result of this collision of his love of concept but dislike of execution often resulted in his being almost excessively affectionate with his friends (of which he had many- he disliked romantic relationships, not people), family, and even strangers at times. Though he really should stop interacting with strangers like that. In his experience, a lot of them got the wrong impression.

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