Summary: Deceit didn’t get tired; he got sleepy. There’s a difference.
Note: someone was talking about wanting soft deceit content? so I wrote this?? but I lost their username??? if anyone knows who they are,,, lmk
Deceit didn’t get tired, he got sleepy. There’s a difference. A difference that Deceit knew all too well.
‘Tired’ was grumpiness and death glares, misery and discomfort, cussing and black coffee.
‘Sleepy’ on the other hand… ‘sleepy’ was absent-mindedness and yawns, softness and comfort, babbling and warm milk.
It was too vulnerable of a state for him to handle, and the reputation he had to maintain made it all that much worse.
No, Deceit refused to be sleepy. Each night, he went to bed at a reasonable hour, and he woke up nine hours later.
He thought he could avoid his sleepiness, but— spoiler alert— he couldn’t.
Roman had tried everything that he could to get Deceit to attend the movie nights. He had tried theft, bribery, threats, and everything else he could think of, but nothing had worked.
There was only one thing left to try.
“Ba-abe,” he whined. “Please come to movie night? For me?”
Deceit groaned. “I have a schedule to follow, Ro, and things to do. Maybe another time.”
“But I want you to come now! You can sit between Virgil and I. We can shower you with our affection! Patton can get you a onesie! Logan can make you a coffee! It’ll be great. Plus, you’ll get to spend time with all of your boyfriends.”
“...fine. As long as you promise to let me sleep in tomorrow morning.”
Roman grinned. “It’s a deal.”
The other sides were both surprised and thrilled that Deceit had decided to attend.
“Your grasp on reality will be a most refreshing change in light of the fictional worlds we plan to immerse ourselves in tonight.”
Roman turned to Virgil and, in a stage-whisper, asked, “What does that mean?”
Deceit smiled. “It means that Logan is glad to have someone else watching the movie through the lense of reality.”
“Nevermind that, Roman,” Logan said, hiding a smile. “Let’s just turn on the movie.”
Deceit wriggled to get comfortable between Virgil and Roman. “What movie are we watching?”
“Brave. You like that movie, right?”
Even in the dark, Roman could see Deceit’s eyes light up.
“I love that movie. The whole thing is about going against what society wants from you, correcting your past mistakes, and strengthening familial ties in the process. That’s my jam.”
Virgil could have sworn he saw Logan perk up.
“Plus,” Deceit continued, “it had nice representation for our aromantic pals, did it not?”
Roman leaned against his quietly passionate boyfriend. “Yes indeed it did, darling. Now, Pat, you have the controller?”
Patton nodded and scrambled for the remote. “Right here, Roman!”
“If you would be so kind as to do the honors…”
Patton didn’t have to be told twice.
The movie seemed to pass in a flash. At some point, Virgil fell asleep on Deceit’s shoulder, and Logan carried him and Patton gently to their rooms. When Logan came back, he sat by Deceit, who snuggled into his shoulder.
By the time the movie was over, Deceit was sleepy.
He was going to regret this later— but for now, he was too sleepy to care.
Logan made a move to stand up, but Deceit grabbed his arm. “Mmm, no,” he protested through a yawn.
With a soft smile, Logan leaned back down. “You okay there, Dee?”
“Mhm. You’re cold. Roman’s warm. Thermo equality or something.”
“Thermodynamic equilibrium,” Logan supplied, always happy to be of assistance.
“God,” Deceit sighed dreamily, nuzzling into Logan’s shoulder, “you’re so smart. And pretty.”
Logan flushed. “I- thanks.”
Deceit buried his face into Logan’s chest, then murmured, “I love you.”
Roman gasped in mock offense that Deceit wasn’t offering him all of these compliments. Internally, however, he was screeching. This was adorable.
Logan seemed to be malfunctioning. “I… I love you too, Dee,” he said, in a voice that switched from entirely monotone to incredibly emotional in a matter of moments.
Roman flashed Logan a smile, and Logan’s face reddened.
“Look at you, smarty,” he teased, “being all vulnerable.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’re one to talk,” Logan mumbled, his pout slowly shifting into a shit-eating grin.
Roman paled. Logan only saved that breathtaking grin of his for…
“Hey, Dee, how do you feel about Roman?”
Deceit immediately perked up. “Oh. Oh God. He’s our boyfriend, too. He’s stunning. Talented. Imaginative. Hell, he’s… he’s amazing. He acts like he knows it, yeah? But he doesn’t.”
“I wish he did,” he yawned. “He deserves… more. Than he thinks. Than he lets himself have. Don’t know why he settled for me as one of his boyfriends. I’m just a bunch of broken pieces. Always have been. Haven’t I, Lo?”
Logan sucked in a breath. “No.”
Deceit hummed fondly. “You always were good at borrowing my lies. It’s alright. I know the difference.”
Roman caught Logan’s eye, and Logan looked… horrified.
Rightly so, Roman thought, frowning.
“Dee, hun,” he said slowly, “you’re not broken. We love you just the way you are.”
Logan nodded, and Dee sighed sleepily.
“Whatever you say…” he mumbled, burying his face into Logan’s shoulder.
It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, and, when he did, Logan carried him to Patton’s room, where Virgil and Patton were already cuddling. He set Dee down, then scooted close to make room for Roman.
They would have to talk in the morning, but for now, cuddling would suffice.
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