tfw when u hate each other but everyone else hates the both of you so u have no other choice but to care for each other to cry at each other to love each other bc it's you two against the world and suddenly the narrative isn't so doomed after all
the way he puts words in logan’s mouth and ignores/interrupts logan whenever he tries to correct him???
like??
i feel like pattons gone from like “okay hes cool but sometimes he says some unsettling things” to becoming practically self-destructive. i think he’s gotten too comfortable in his role as morality and just assumes that everything he does is quirky and cute, even when it’s not.
i hope this becomes something in future episodes because the way patton is just blatantly rude to the others and it’s getting brushed off like it’s nothing really doesn’t sit right.
“How about a deal?” Janus said, nonchalantly swirling the red wine in his glass as he stared Logan down.
“A deal?” The other deadpanned with a raised brow, clearly unimpressed and unamused after having his work interrupted for so long.
“A deal,” Janus echoed with a smirk. “You try things my way, and if you don’t like them, I’ll leave you alone.”
“And if I do? If I find myself enjoying doing things your way?” Logan twirled his pen, staring at the schedule in front of him.
“You join the darksides.” Once again Janus feigned nonchalance, his facade faltering to a pleased expression as Logan’s head shot up.
He could see the others head whirring, it was quite the heavy wager indeed, one that had too much risk for him to consider this wager lightly. He watched as Logan looked him in the eye, nearly choking on his next sip of wine at the others response.
“Fine, it’s a deal.”
Logan leveled Janus with his most serious stare, feigning his own nonchalance at what he’d just said. He steeled his nerves, standing and walking over to Janus, offering his hand. He wasn’t too concerned with the repercussions of his actions, being too assured in his self to think he’d loose.
Because there was too much at risk for him to do so now. He shook the others hand, idly reminded of a phrase Virgil had once explained to him;
Making a deal with the Devil.
He watched as a pair of snakes descended from Janus’s sleeves, twining around their wrists and biting them to seal the deal.
Logan had just taken the apple from the snake.
Not that it mattered, he wouldn’t lose.
Right?
(( Anyways this is a Lociet Rp starter I turned into a quick one shot as a result of sleep deprivation. I might do a rewrite of this situation but with Remus and Logan if I get motivated enough.
Also, if you’re interested in this and would like to roleplay, comment, Dm me here on my Tumblr, or message me on my discord WojirasWind#9469
Okay I’m kinda hopped up on pain pills because I just got my wisdom teeth out so if a lot of this doesn’t make any sense, I apologize
Okay so we’re gonna forget about canon for a sec because from my understanding, Thomas set it up so that they all have separate rooms (the living room? Or maybe they all have their own version of the house? idk) and I know a lot of people (including myself) enjoy the idea of the light sides living downstairs and the dark sides living upstairs, or they all have a hallway with their doors
But.. if they all shared the same house without any kind of barrier, then here's what I think that would look like
Since Patton is the father figure, lots of fans took on the idea of him being the best cook (and to some extent, I agree) BUT
I think Logan would also be a great cook since it’s science
So maybe he and Patton would switch off on cooking dinner for everyone
Janus helps sometimes
Remus and Roman are not allowed anywhere near the kitchen for obvious reasons
Virgil does a lot of the cleaning since it helps ease his anxiety
But everyone is careful to use products Remus won’t be allergic to
They have a movie night once a week
It takes forever to pick a movie, so they came up with a system to vote throughout the week
It works pretty well
But just because a lot of things tend to go smoothly, that doesn’t mean there isn’t senseless bickering all the time
No, seriously- ALL THE TIME
Logan is usually the one to calm everyone down, but he gets tired of that, so when fights break out, he simply leaves for his own sanity
The others pick up on that pretty quickly and try to keep the fighting to a minimum when he’s around
Since living with other people is so intimate, they learn a lot about each other early on
Like what ticks each of them off
And how far is too far
Most of the stuff they learn can be used against them, but Patton sets up rules to make sure no one calls someone out on something that’s too personal
However, since Janus embodies self preservation amongst other things, they all learn how to take better care of themselves
And how to set boundaries to keep themselves
Speaking of Janus, he makes everyone have a spa day with him at least once a month
They all paint each other’s nails, do their hair, face masks, etc.
One day Virgil decides he wants the purple hair back
And he asks Logan to do it for him
But Janus overhears and then they all end up with colored hair
So all of them under one roof is a bit chaotic
But they wouldn’t have it any other way
I know a lot of these were kinda vague, so I’ll probably do a pt.2 when my brain clears up
Hey! Sorry that this is so last minute, but we have to cancel, Lo :( Something just came up… We’ll see you next time tho
His phone hit the bed with a soft thump. Again? His friends usually canceled the plans he made, but no matter how many times it happened, he was still let down. Why did he even try anymore?
Collapsing back onto the mattress, he stared at the ceiling. They had no problem following through with the plans they made, but when it came to him, there were so many painfully comical excuses. What was it about him? Was he actually as annoying as he thought? Was he a damper on their fun? What was the problem?
Mustering up just barely enough politeness to reply, he picked up his phone.
You sent:
No problem, Virgil. See you another time. :)
He couldn’t identify the feeling building in his chest, but he knew it was uncomfortable. Picturing them all sitting around Virgil’s phone, laughing at how gullible he was, the feeling grew worse.
“Logan’s so fucking stupid! I can’t believe he actually thinks we want to hang out with him.”
“When is he going to stop inviting us over? I’m starting to feel bad for him.”
“I’m surprised he keeps believing our excuses, they’re getting pretty bad. But he’s so naive, I bet he actually thinks something happened!”
His breathing was becoming heavy, and the room started to feel like it was closing in. His friends must hate him, that’s the only explanation, right?
“No- logically speaking, anything could’ve happened, they’re most likely telling the truth, there’s no need to get worked up.” He thought.
However, even as logical as he was, nothing could stop the negative thoughts from overtaking the rational ones.
Tears were collecting in his eyes, but he was trying as hard as possible to resist them. This was such a dumb thing to get upset over. He should’ve known. How could he have been so stupid?
If Roman, Patton, and Virgil abandoned him, he’d be alone. They were his only friends. Would he be able to deal with being friendless?
He suddenly remembered some advice he’d once given to Virgil. If you’re anxious, you should find a healthy distraction.
Looking around his dimly lit room, desperately trying to find something to take his mind off the disappointment and hurt, he came up empty handed.
His phone made a noise, pulling his attention toward the spot where it had been abandoned. That could be an adequate distraction, right?
Scrolling through the various apps, he opened Instagram. Bad choice.
The first picture on his feed was of his friends together. It hadn’t been posted today, but last night.
They were standing in front of an old building downtown, dressed to the nines.
The caption read:
Friends who slay together, stay together.
He didn’t even have to look at the user to know it came from Roman.
Logan figured they hung out without him, and that was okay, but actually seeing it in front of him was a different story.
Without even thinking about it, his fingers scrolled to the next picture. Thankfully, neither Virgil nor Patton had posted pictures, but he still wished he hadn’t seen it at all.
He envisioned them mocking him again. Walking around downtown in suits and ties, talking about how glad they were it was just the three of them.
It was safe to say this “healthy” distraction was not working. He put his phone on silent, shoved it into a drawer, and sat on the floor.
He’d never been so uncomfortable in his life. That was the only word he could think of to describe this horrible feeling that had made a home in his stomach and now his chest. As he laid back, he realized he’d been shaking and sweating. The hardwood floor felt benevolent on his bare arms, so he removed his shirt in hopes of cooling down faster.
The thing was, he was let down constantly. It had been happening his entire life, this was something he’d gotten used to. Why was this time any different?
Did this confirm everything he’d ever thought about himself?
Maybe he actually was a horrible person who wasn’t worth anyone’s time or attention. That’s why he was always alone.
He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, trying to get rid of those thoughts.
“I think this is a new level of hurt.” He whispered to himself while watching the ceiling fan spin circles over his head.
Watching the fan spin, he was growing sleepy.
His eyes closed and he felt himself begin to fall asleep.
Roman’s chest felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t stop, but he couldn’t. He had to find Virgil. Who knows how long he had been running through the imagination, but it felt like forever. Currently, he was searching for his friend in a forest, and he wasn’t having much luck.
A scream pierced through his ears.
Every single part of his body was wailing for him to collapse, but he persevered. The scream turned into a yell, and it seemed to be getting closer. He pushed through some prickly bushes, and there he was. The anxious side, laying on his back, with his left arm draped over his eyes. It was a beautiful sight, really. The bushes seemed to form a perfect circle around him, and the light was shining through the leaves of the trees to showcase his body. It felt like the woods had been trying to help someone find him.
“Scare-Amore, thank Hera! Are you hurt?”
Upon seeing his rescuer, he tilted his torso so that he could see the giant gash that ran from the bottom of his left rib to his hip bone.
“Oh fuck! What happened to you?”
He remained silent.
“Okay, well, we need to get you home- now!”
He snapped his fingers, and a helicopter appeared. He helped the injured side into it, and flew them home.
_________
Roman practically kicked down the door to Thomas’ apartment, and carried Virgil into the bathroom. He propped him up against the door, and called out for Logan.
The smart side appeared, and immediately questioned why he had been summoned outside the bathroom.
“He’s hurt, and I don’t know how to stitch him up. Will you help me?” Roman was desperate, and seeing Virgil hurt and in pain made Logan’s heart break. Assessing the situation his idiot friends had gotten themselves into, he said, “First we’re going to need to remove your hoodie, Virgil, so I can see what I’m working with.”
Virgil tried to sit up a little bit, but he couldn’t. He gave the only side he depended on a scared look. “There’s no way you’re getting this thing off of me, I need it.”
Taking his hand, Logan assured him. “There’s no need to worry. After it’s washed, we’ll get it right back to you, I promise.” Virgil nodded.
“Roman, I need you to help him get the jacket off while I look for the first aid kit.”
________
When Logan applied the alcohol pad to begin the disinfecting, Virgil hissed. “I’m sorry. I know that hurts, but this is crucial to your wound healing, it won’t take much longer.” Roman instinctively reached his hand out so the scared side could take it, and he did. His fingers felt like they were going to be crushed by the strong grip they were in, but he stuck it out, because he knew his support was needed.
After the wound had been stitched up, and Logan was walking him through the aftercare process, Roman thought that it was an appropriate time to make a snack for Virgil. He could’ve been out in the imagination all day, he had to be starving by now.
When he returned with a few cookies that Patton had made earlier that morning, Logan was gone. Roman put the plate down and watched him devour every delicious bite. “Where’d he go, Jack Smellington?” After he had finished chewing, he spoke. “He went to put my hoodie in the wash.” Roman nodded. “So what the hell happened to you? You could have been killed!” Virgil flinched. “Okay, first of all, chill the fuck out, Romano. I’m fine. A knight found me, and tried to take me back to the castle.” He mumbled the last part. “A knight? I’ve never seen a knight around here.” He flung the bangs out of his eyes to reveal a small cut just above his eyebrow. “Well maybe it wasn’t a knight, maybe I just imagined the whole thing.” Getting the first aid supplies back out, he sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry, go on with your story.”
“I found my way into the forest, and got a bit lost. I heard a noise, and hid. When I poked my head out of my hiding spot, I saw a knight on a horse. I thought he might be able to help me find my way, so I went up to him. Apparently, he’s never seen anyone in eyeliner before, because he immediately thought I was a threat. He thought that I was the killer of King Creativity,”
He flinched as the rubbing alcohol went into his cut. “That hurts! Can’t you be a little more gentle?” Gentleness was not Roman’s strong suit, and everyone knew that. “Sorry, Virge, I’ll try to be more careful. Keep going with the story.” Virgil sighed. “Where was I? Oh- right. But the killer sure as hell was not me. When I managed to get away from him, I found the area you discovered me in, and thought it was a good place to lay low.” After he finished fixing up the cut, Roman sat back. “Wait- who is King Creativity?” Virgil swore under his breath.
He looked around outside the bathroom from his spot on the floor before he closed the door. He started whispering. “Okay, I don’t know if I’m supposed to be telling you this, but before you and Remus were, uh, split, there was King Creativity. He was in charge of all the creative decisions, the positive and the forbidden. I’m not exactly sure why he was killed, but he was, and you and Remus came about after his death. I think you and your brother were inside him, or something like that, I don’t know.” He looked up to see Roman’s eyes wide and filled with questions. “Who killed him?” he asked softly. “That’s the thing, no one knows. When I was really young, I met King Creativity once, and then Remus came to live with us. Jan always told us that– I should probably stop there, Princey. I don’t want to upset you after everything you’ve done for me today.” Shaking his head enthusiastically, he urged his friend to continue with the tale. He had never heard of King Creativity before, he wanted to know everything that Virgil knew. “Fine. Jan always told us that Patton was the one who killed him.” He looked down in shame.
If Virgil wouldn’t have looked away, he would’ve seen that Roman looked gut wrenchingly betrayed. He’s been lured into Janus’ deceitful dissimulation, Roman thought. Patton would never do such a thing. He’s the moral side, not the side that commits felonies.
“You don’t believe that, do you?” Virgil kept his head down. “Virgil?” Nothing. “Oh my god- You think Patton killed King Creativity?” He finally lifted his head. “I don’t know what I believe. I grew up thinking that that was the truth, and then I came to the light sides and got to know all of you, and you accepted me into your family- but I was one of them first, Ro. I grew up differently than you did. I love Patton, I do. But I wasn’t there, I don’t know what happened.” Roman felt like he couldn’t breathe. “You don’t honestly think that Patton’s capable of that, do you? He’s so loving and thoughtful! He would never do that.” The former dark side put a hand on his friend’s knee. “I think Patton shows us the side of himself that he wants us to see. He very well could have the potential to kill.” Roman’s breathing was getting heavier. “But he’s not a murderer, Virgil! How can you still think that Deceit was telling the truth? He’s a liar, how many times do I have to say it? How can you trust him?”
He stood up and left, closing the door with a loud thud.
A shiver went down his spine as he heard a familiar voice. “Kiddo? Is everything okay?”
Patton Gray discovers that he’s aromantic and comes out to his best friend, Roman Maxwell
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Use of a swear word, Patton feeling like he’ll be alone forever, self-denial of one’s identity, Remus being Remus (only for a small amount of time)
Angsty fluff with a happy ending
Disclaimer: I know that not all aromantic people are alone forever, but this is just something I felt when I discovered that I was aromantic, so I projected onto Patton.. Roman does kind of correct him, though. *Also Patton feels weird when someone has a crush on him, but I know that not all aro people feel this way. There are 3 main kinds of aros: Romance positive, romance neutral (indifferent) or romance repulsed, and I think Patton in this fic may be indifferent, so I know that this is not everyone’s experience. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! :)
*Also, this is one of my first fics, so this is most definitely not perfect
Patton knew he had to get to sleep, but something was on his mind. At school yesterday, he found out that one of his classmates, Janus, has a crush on him. He couldn’t figure out why he felt so weird. Isn’t this supposed to be a good thing? Crushes are good, right? He had had a crush on a boy when they were in 7th grade. Logan was always kind to him, and Patton enjoyed his company. That had to be a crush.
Patton desperately wanted to talk to his best friend, Roman about it, but he was terrified that the romance obsessed theatre kid wouldn’t understand. The thing was, he liked the idea of being in a relationship, but the thought of Janus acting on his feelings made him uncomfortable. Since he didn’t know if he could talk to Roman or not, he consulted the internet.
He opened Google and typed in: what does a crush feel like?
Upon finding the answer, he realized the feelings he’d had towards Logan were not romantic. The signs were butterflies, happiness when that person is around, wanting to see them everywhere, and increased heart rate. Has he ever had an actual crush? He saw guys all the time that he thought were cute, but he didn’t want to date them, he just thought they were good looking.
After a few minutes of reading, he saw the word “aromantic”. He kept scrolling, and got the definition.
Aromantic: Someone who experiences little to no romantic attraction
He sat in stunned silence. This couldn’t be him. He liked the idea of being in a relationship. He wanted someone that he could spend the rest of his life with! He wasn’t aromantic, no way.
He opened Google again and searched: am I aromantic?
After reading through reddit pages, articles, and a website dedicated to a-spec people, he was utterly confused. He didn’t really want to fall in love, he just liked the idea of it. But come to think of it, his idea of a relationship actually seemed like a friendship.
When he got bored in class and daydreamed about his future, he always saw a boy that he lived with. However, they never kissed, they didn’t hold hands, they cuddled, but not romantically, and they didn’t share a room. That’s basically a best friend!
Closing his computer, he looked at the clock. 2:48 am. He had to get up at 6:15 for school. Sighing and rolling over in bed, he closed his eyes.
6:15 came really early that morning, but his annoying alarm wasn’t the first thought on his mind.
“I might be aromantic.” He whispered to himself. After a few seconds, he shook his head. Maybe he was just experiencing something normal. His head was spinning trying to figure it out. This has to be how everyone feels, right? Maybe I’m just a late bloomer. Yeah, that’s it, I’m a late bloomer. I think I should tell Roman about this. He may not understand, but he’s my best friend, maybe he could at least give me some advice.
This is fine. Everything is fine. Nothing to worry about.
With the schedule he had today, he wouldn’t see Roman until lunch, which felt like it was forever away.
—
When he sat down next to Roman at their usual table, he noticed that his friend was looking at him weird. “What’s wrong, Ro? Did something happen?” Roman took a bite of his sandwich and continued to stare at Patton. “Nope. You just seem kinda weird today, Puffball. Are you okay? Do I need to fight someone for you?” Patton placed a reassuring hand on Roman’s shoulder. “No, no fighting Roman. I’m just kind of struggling with something… Can I ask you a question about love?” Roman gasped. “Love?! Oh my gosh, are you in love? Who is he? What’s his name? Wh-” Patton quickly shook his head. “No, I’m not in love. It’s kind of the opposite of that… I don’t think I’ve ever had a crush on someone, and finding out that Janus has a crush on me sparked some negative feelings. I googled some stuff last night, and I found the term aromantic. Have you ever heard of it?” Taking a second to chew his sandwich, Roman pondered. “When someone feels little to no romantic attraction?” Patton nodded. “Is that what you think you are, Pat?” He stared silently at his food while he thought about his response.
“Hey,” Patton looked up. “If you don’t know, that’s perfectly fine. If you don’t want to share that with me, that’s fine too. I just want you to know that whatever you say, if you choose to say anything at all, is one hundred percent safe with me.” The sweater clad boy smiled. “I know, Princey, thank you.” The bell rang, signaling that it was time to go to their next class. “Shit! lunch is always so short!” Roman quickly gathered his things, and helped Patton with his, then they said their goodbyes.
Still confused and walking to class, he couldn’t help but feel a bit let down. He thought that he would have more time to talk with Roman, but he’d just have to figure out another way to communicate his complicated feelings.
—--
When school got out, the two met at their usual spot, the giant oak tree near the bus loop.
“Do you want to sleep over at my house since it's Friday? My brother won’t be home, so don’t worry. I know he kind of scares you.” Patton smiled. “I’d love to! I just need to call my mom first.” Roman nodded, and the pair started their walk home together.
When they got to Roman’s house, they were greeted with silence. Patton wasn’t surprised, he knew the drill. Roman and Remus’ parents were split up, and they lived with their mom. She worked crazy hours as an ER nurse, so they didn’t see a whole lot of her.
The Maxwell house was pretty small, and it was one story, which Patton appreciated, because midnight snacks were very accessible.
When they got to Roman’s room, they threw their stuff down on the floor, and Patton looked around. He’d been there hundreds of times, but every single time, Patton had to take a minute and enjoy all the theater posters, movie scripts, and awards that Roman had accumulated over the years. Patton wasn’t exactly a theater kid, so that world was magical and foregin to him.
“Do you want to talk about what happened at lunch?” Suddenly feeling nervous, he tucked his hair behind his ears, an anxious fidget he had developed. “You mean the whole aromantic thing?” Nodding, Roman ripped open a pack of Pocky and held some out towards Patton. Taking some of the strawberry covered sticks, he sat down next to his bag. “I fit the definition perfectly, but I don’t know- I don’t think I want that to be me, you know?” Shoving some of the candy in his mouth, Roman shook his head. “I want to be normal. I may not want to fall in love, but I like the idea of it! That has to count for something, right? It’s just- out of all the identities out there, why do I have to be the one where I end up alone forever?” Patton’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears. “I may not want to kiss someone, or get married, but I’m- I’m still deserving of some kind of love, right?” Roman immediately stood up and embraced his friend. “Of course you are! I love you so, so much, Pat. You mean the world to me.” Sniffing, the crying boy wiped his eyes. “We’ve only been friends since freshman year, but I’d spend the rest of my life with you, padre. You’re my best friend, and I just want you to know that no matter how you identify, you are perfect just the way you are. You will always be deserving of love, no matter what.” Patton buried his head in his friend’s shoulder.
—
After taking a break from their heavy conversation, an idea popped into Roman’s head. “Have you ever heard of queer platonic partners?” Looking up from the comic book he was reading, the glasses wearing softie shook his head. “Queer platonic partners are when a-spec people have a partner, often on the aromantic or asexual spectrum as well, but they’re platonic. It’s more than just a best friend, it’s a person with whom you share a deep connection. Sometimes queer platonic partners get married, so you don’t need to worry about spending the rest of your life alone, Pat! You can just find one of those!” He closed the comic he was reading and adjusted his glasses. “But wouldn’t that be kind of hard? One percent of the population is aromantic, Ro.” The other boy shook his head excitedly. “One percent of the population is 70 million people! And you have a perfectly good a-spec person right here!” Confused, Patton looked around the room. “Wait, are- are you a-spec too?” A huge smile spread across Roman’s face. “Yep! I’m demi-romantic and akoisexual!” Patton was smiling, but still slightly confused. “What’s ako- whatever you just said?” Roman stifled a laugh. “Akoisexual. Also known as lithsexual. It means that I experience some sexual attraction, but it fades if it’s reciprocated.” Tackling his best friend in a hug, Patton could not stop smiling. “Ro, this is great! I’m so happy for you! And for me, because I have the best queer platonic partner in the world!”
—-
It was 3 am when they heard the door slam. Patton looked at Roman in a panic. “Is that-” A voice interrupted him. “Oh brother, dear! I’m home!” A maniacal laugh followed. He tried to hide, but Roman’s door flew open. “Oooo! The cutie is here! What’s up, Pattie Cakes?” He couldn’t respond. His face was beet red, and the only sounds that came out of his mouth were stutters. “Aw, I love it when you get flustered! Anyway, you missed a crazy party, Roman. The cops had to break it up!” Disinterested, his brother nodded. “Well, nighty night you two. You know where I’ll be, Patton. Don’t be shy.” He winked and left.
Groaning, Patton laid down on the floor. “I’m sorry about him, I didn’t know he’d be home so soon.”
“If we’re queer platonic partners for life, does that mean that he’ll be around forever?”
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