AroAce Deceit who uses Tinder and other dating apps just so people will pay him tickets for movies when he actually gets a date and runs away before anything goes further than that.
“What? I like the movies experience but I don’t like paying for that, better have someone who does that for me.”
He’d go on those dates and once he’s done he says “Excuse me, I need to go the toilet” and never comes back.
He matches with Remus, who calls him for their first date at a theater play.
“My brother is performing there” he says “And he managed to get me 2 tickets for free”
Deceit accepts and they meet at a cafe right next to the theater. He enjoys Remus’s wild personality and actually have a fun time with him, at least it’s a fun date.
They talk for some time, get to know more about each other… And then, out of sudden, Remus says “You’re asexual, right?”
Deceit gets surprised and says “Yes, how did you know?”
Remus says he noticed since the beginning for stereotypical and yet funny reasons (things like “all aces wants to have a dragon” after Deceit talks a lot about his passion for dragon stories, nothing actually mean) which makes Deceit chuckle a bit while feeling stupid for confirming it so easily.
“And also I noticed the black ring in the right middle finger!” he points to Deceit’s ring that looks like a black snake curling up on his finger. At least one actual good reason. He knew about the black ring thing because his brother’s boyfriend, Virgil, is also ace.
“Why did you asked me on a date then? I’m not getting into anything with you so why did you give it a shot?”
Remus shrugs and says “No one likes to go to theater plays and even less likes to watch anything with me but you didn’t seem to care about it so I just didn’t want to be alone and actually watch my brother’s play with someone”
Deceit feels sad for the rat man so he goes to the play and makes sure to stay with him till the end of the day. He meets Roman and his boyfriend, goes out to eat a pizza with them after the play and tells him he had a great time.
They become friends and maybe, why not, end up in Queerplatonic Relationship?
Everyone is happy in the end
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Summary:
Patton has Roman and he has Dolion. That's about it though, in the friendship department. Not a big deal though, that's all he really needs! Who cares if he gets picked on for his overly cheerful disposition when Dolion isn't around to shoot glares at everyone? Not him! In fact, he so doesn't care what other people think that- Yeah no, he usually ends up crying alone in his room when he feels lonely because Roman is always at rehearsals for some play or another and Dolion prefers to stay in his home alone after school to recharge for the next day.
That is, until he manages to catch the attention of one Virgil Ward, resident bad boy punk at the school who's rumored to have killed someone in the last school he was in and everyone avoids except for Student Body President Logan Thomas and resident biker gang member Remy Sanders.
Special thanks to @thetickleeraven for letting me write a fic inspired by their own fic, Rumored!!
Patton was a lot of things. He was friendly, he was what Roman described as “soft pastel”, he was a dad joke loving fiend according to Dolion. He was not, however, popular. This was evident by the avoidant students and sarcastic teasing from the more, actually popular, kids.
That was fine though, he had Dolion and Roman and that was really all he needed, right? Wrong apparently, since he usually got overwhelmed with loneliness after school when he was home alone after school, waiting for his parents to get home from work. His mom already starting her twelve hour shift at the hospital and his dad barely coming home because he was a workaholic at his everyday desk job.
It was quiet existence and not exactly something Patton wanted, being the extroverted teen he was, but that wasn’t really something he could control. So, every morning, he’d wake up, put on makeup to hide his red puffy eyes from crying to sleep the night before, put on a bright grin and give himself a pep talk.
“You, Patton Heart, have got this. You’re kind, you love your friends, your friends love you, you’ve got all you need. You’re smart! Getting straight A’s at school and having a four-point-o grade average is hard to achieve and you’ve got that! You’re incredible, you can do this!”
Usually, the pep talk worked and he could get on with his day, but sometimes, like today, the words felt fake. It’s okay though, he could fake it ‘til he made it. He was going to get through today too!
Patton pushed the little voice in his head telling him he couldn’t do this to the back of his mind, grabbed his backpack from his room and headed out the door to go next door before Roman left to pick up Dolion.
The walk was short but definitely needed to pick up Patton’s spirits as he felt his grin grow more genuine at the thought of getting to see one of his two best friends so early in the morning. Roman Prince was already locking up the house when Patton made his way through the gate, beaming at the drama nerd humming some Disney song to himself (was that Go the Distance from Hercules?).
“Hey Ro!” Patton said brightly, making Roman jump and fumble with his keys, the jingle abruptly stopping when they fell through his fingers to the concrete porch step.
Patton snickered and Roman playfully glared at him, bending down to pick up his keys.
“Must you do that every morning, Pattoff?”
“I dunno, do you gotta get startled every morning, Romoff?”
Roman sighed dramatically, walking past Patton and out to his red Hyundai Ioniq Hybrid (Patton had no idea what that was, but Roman was very insistent on saying the entire car brand or whatever it was).
“Honestly, you’d think with how often you scare me each morning I’d get used to you popping up out of nowhere, but no I’m always in different stages of getting ready when you come over!”
Patton rolled his eyes, readjusting his backpack strap on his shoulder before responding.
“Not my fault you’re inconsistent with getting ready. If you had a set routine I’m sure you’d get more used to it! I always come over at the same time every day, and I never know if you’re going to be still brushing your hair, putting on your makeup, or packing your bag.”
Roman stopped with the driver’s side door open to stare at Patton, as if just realizing something.
“Wow, you really do show up at the exact same time every day. Doesn’t the routine get a little boring?”
Patton shrugged, opening the door on his side and tossing his backpack on the floor before climbing in.
“It’s comforting, I guess? I dunno, I kinda like it though.”
Roman hummed as he climbed into the car with Patton, sticking his key into the ignition but not turning it and turning towards Patton.
“Didn’t you say once that routine wasn’t the healthiest for the human mind?”
Patton shrunk into his shoulders, staring out of the windshield.
“...yeah. The brain needs stimulation, and a regular routine bores the mind and makes depression more likely.”
Roman raised an eyebrow, but otherwise stayed quiet. Patton didn’t say anything else until Roman’s ringtone for Dolion started going off, Fall Out Boy blaring throughout the car.
Roman cursed and dug into his back pocket for his phone until he could answer the call, putting it on speaker so Patton could hear too.
“Yes, love?”
Dolion’s unamused voice came through the tiny speaker.
“Don’t you “love” me, you’re three minutes late in picking me up, Roman. School starts in five.”
Roman cursed again, setting his phone down on the center console while Patton snickered as they both buckled up.
“Did you seriously not even start driving yet? Do you want to be late again?”
Patton felt his heart jump into his throat at the reminder. If Roman made him late again that meant detention for Mr. Lendor because he was late yesterday but managed to get out of the punishment because he’d literally never been late before.
“Please step on it, Roman,” Patton whispered, sinking low in his seat at the thought of getting detention.
Roman gave Patton a weird look, Dolion already having hung up.
“Why? You usually advocate for safe driving.”
“I have Mr. Lendor first period, Roman. I was already late yesterday.”
Roman has a really bad habit of swearing, and usually, Patton would subscribe to the swear jar, but right now he actually agreed with the loud “Fuck!” that Roman let out as he pulled out of the driveway and stepped on the gas.
Patton ran into the school ahead of Dolion and Roman, quietly repeating crap to himself as he ran to the back of the school towards the English hall. Of course his first class had to be at the very back of the school! The bell rang thirty seconds before Patton slid into the classroom, his rubber soles squeaking against the linoleum flooring.
A bunch of kids starting snickering and whispering as Mr. Lendor handed Patton his detention slip, making his heart fall despite the heaving of his chest.
“I gave you a chance, Mr. Heart. I’ll be seeing you in Mrs. Montejo’s classroom after school.”
Patton nodded quietly, taking the slip before making his way to his seat in the front of the classroom, jamming the paper in the smallest pocket of his backpack before he pulled out his English textbook in dejection, opening it to the page written on the board. Today was going to be a long one…
And it honestly was. He’d had to run to every single class to make sure he was on time, getting warning shouts from teachers and angry ones from student’s he’d accidentally run into. He wasn’t usually in this much of a rush, but teachers kept holding him back after class to talk to him about this scholarship or that extra credit assignment and it was driving him insane!
He finally slowed down near his psych class, knowing Dr. Picani would be much more forgiving if he walked in a few seconds late than the rest of his teachers. His constant reference to cartoon characters definitely helped Patton get really into psychology.
Patton gave a genuine smile at Dolion when he met him in the hall, walking along with him to Psychology.
“You look like hell,” was Dolion’s first comment, making Patton snort at the abrupt honesty.
“I know. I’ve been running around all day. Teachers keep holding me back to talk about my grades.”
Dolion groaned. “You’d think with your perfect grades, rivalling only Logan Thomas, teachers would leave you alone.”
Patton heaved a sigh, nodding in agreement. “I know, but they want me to start thinking about colleges, even though it’s still only Junior year and I don’t entirely know if I want to be a therapist or work with pets!”
Dolion gave Patton a Look. “You’re allergic to cats.”
“Not severely!” Patton defended, entering the open door of the classroom with Dolion, taking a moment to smile at Dr. Picani before sitting in his seat just as the bell rang.
Of course, a minute after the bell rang, Picani hadn’t started teaching and that was because a certain student usually took two minutes after the bell rang to enter the class.
Patton shifted uncomfortably in the silence, Dolion already doodling in his sketchbook and not paying attention to anything but what he was doing. Patton sighed, resting his elbow on his desk before plopping his chin his hand while he waited for Virgil Ward to enter the classroom.
Virgil had a reputation. He always sat in the back of every classroom, regardless of seating arrangements, he skipped classes he didn’t like or feel like going to (which was saying something that he literally always showed up to Dr. Picani’s psychology class), he almost never spoke up and tended to insult whoever forced him to when he could.
He had also transferred to the highschool a year ago, and the rumor was that he had killed someone in his last school.
Patton didn’t think it was that extreme, otherwise he’d be in jail, right? Still, Patton couldn’t help but believe that maybe he had beaten someone up and gotten expelled or something and that had caused his transfer.
And right on time, Virgil sauntered into the classroom, his bottom lip dipping as he played with the piercing on it with his teeth.
Of course, there was also the fact that Virgil was incredibly attractive, with his piercings and tattoo sleeves and his ripped skinny jeans, his studded bracelets and black shirt and leather jacket. It was honestly ridiculous how hot the teen was.
And, instead of sitting in the very back, he always sat behind Patton.
Patton had grown used to it by now, what with the year being two-thirds of the way over, but it still gave him nervous butterflies. Whether it was from the tiny crush he had on him or the dangerous reputation he had, Patton never could tell.
He was just… he had control. He had friends too! Despite being labeled the dangerous bad boy everyone should avoid, everybody secretly swooned over him, and those that hated him didn’t dare make it known to his face and that was honestly just… so cool! It made Patton envious, but at the same time he admired him so much. He was friends with the actual smartest kid in school, Logan Thomas, and with resident biker gang member Remy Sanders.
Logically, pastel soft boy Patton, who wore pink and was one of the most sensitive kids in school shouldn’t be crushing on bad boy Virgil, but everything about him captivated Patton and he really couldn’t help it.
“Patton?” Dr. Picani said, making Patton blink back to reality.
“Um… yes?” he asked, sheepishly, making Picani raise an eyebrow.
“Can you tell me what HFD is?” he asked patiently, smiling knowingly as Patton flushed, realizing he had spaced out.
“High Functioning Depression. It’s uh… not actually a clinical diagnosis though, falling under Dysthymia instead....”
Dr. Picani nodded. “Exactly! People with HFD are found to be smarter than they were before, some psychologists find that people with HFD tend to throw themselves into their work, most claiming to be perfectionists before diagnosis.”
Patton breathed a sigh of relief when the attention was off him again, though now he was actually paying attention to what Dr. Picani was saying and taking notes. He’d have to ask someone for notes he may have missed, if he can find anyone. Dolion doesn’t usually take notes, and usually everybody else avoids him…
Sighing, Patton listened intently, trying not to let his mind wander off. He’d barely eaten today, so concentrating was difficult, maybe he should eat something when he gets home? His mom should have food ready when he gets home, if she decided to cook tonight. Though maybe not, she did mention having to go to work early today and wanting to get plenty of rest in his family group chat during lunch…
Before he knew it, the class was over and he’d once again barely paid attention, though it didn’t look like there was homework for this class at least. Hopefully he’d get a chance to go over someone’s notes during detention.
“Patton, if you wouldn’t mind staying for a minute?” Dr. Picani spoke up, making Patton sigh.
“Yeah, Dr. Picani?” he asked, forcing on a tired smile for the sake of his favorite teacher.
“Are you okay? You barely paid attention today. You had a faraway look in your eyes almost the entire class.”
Patton nodded, smiling more genuinely this time.
“Yeah, I’m okay! I’m just tired today is all, I was up late working on homework last night.”
Dr. Picani hummed to himself, tapping his chin.
“Can you do me a favor? I want you to research depression tonight, different types, as much as you can handle after all of your homework. Then I want you to come see me Monday after school and talk to me about what you learned, okay?”
Patton, feeling slightly confused, nodded. “Sure, Doctor. Can I ask why?”
“We’ll talk about that on Monday, Patton.”
Nodding, still confused, Patton turned to leave the room after Dr. Picani gestured for him to leave.
And then he noticed the time and he took off running through the halls again to get to the Spanish building outside. God, why was this school so big?
He barely made it into the classroom with a minute to spare, his rushed entrance gaining the attention of everyone there, including Virgil and Remy, the latter sporting a black eye that couldn’t even be completely covered by his shades. The former had bruised knuckles, and there was a third kid closer to the front of the classroom with a swollen nose and split lip.
“Kind of you to finally join us, Mr. Heart. Why don’t you take a seat next to Mr. Ward in the back and we can get started. I certainly hope you don’t make being late a habit.”
Patton bit back his response that he wasn’t late this time, deciding he didn’t really want to gain a reputation of fighting teachers and did as he was asked.
The butterflies in his belly returned, this time stronger, now that he was sitting right next to Virgil instead of in front of him. God help him, detention was going to be hard until he was able to focus on something else.
“Alright, now that everyone’s here, detention has officially started. You’re not allowed to do anything except sit there and think. You all know the drill. I’ll be back here every fifteen minutes to check in on you.”
Patton held back a groan, slumping forward and hitting his head against the table. Being forced to think with nothing to do? Bad idea, Mr. Lendor. If he heard Patton’s regular thoughts when he was crying himself to sleep at night (not that he’d do that here, too many people), he doubted the teacher would make him do nothing.
“I know this is something you’re not used to, Mr. Heart, but you do need to face the consequences of your actions.”
Patton sat up to stare at Mr. Lendor in horror at being sought out, the snickering from the other students making Patton’s cheeks burn.
“Yes sir,” he muttered, sinking low in his seat as Mr. Lendor left the room.
The second the authority figure was gone, Remus, Patton’s regular tormentor switched desks from the front to the one right in front of him, sitting backwards in the chair with a wicked grin.
“Well helloooo~ Pattoff!”
Patton flinched, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Please don’t call me that, Remus.”
Remus pouted, pushing his cheek into his hand so one side of his face squished up.
“Awww, why not Pattoff? Aren’t we friends?”
Patton didn’t answer, staring at his desk and picking at a loose thread on his pastel yellow jean shorts.
Remus huffed at the lack of a response.
“So, what’d you do, baby? You’re never late to class, surely Mr. Lendor was sparing you? Did you get in a fight? Finally grow some balls and punch someone? I knew you were faking that ridiculous sensitivity of yours.”
“Leave him alone, Burke,” Virgil snapped, making Patton look over at the other in surprise, Remus doing the same.
“Aww, Virge sweetie, I’m sorry. Am I bothering your little toy? I didn’t know you laid claim on him,” Remus purred, only to jump in surprise when Patton stood up abruptly, smacking his hands against his desk.
Patton was glaring harshly at Remus, tears in his eyes.
“I am sick of your gross comments toward me Remus Burke. You have anger issues and an obsession with sex? Fine, but leave me the hell alone.”
And then he stormed out of the building, adjusting his route so that he could head home, whether or not Mr. Lendor was gonna give him another detention on Monday or not.
Idk if you're comfortable with this, if not you can ignore. But like, AroAce Deceit, with U!Patton using the fact that Dee doesn't feel any attraction (and potentially is repulsed by it) as proof that he is truly "evil". Like, Patton just rants about how "not being able to love" is a sign Dee is a horrible monster. Patton is aphobic and doesn't listen when the others try to explain that love isn't only romantic/sexual. Maybe with U!Virgil encouraging his behaviour??
Despite being aroace Deceit actually says "I love you" pretty often. It's endearing
Whenever Patton hears it though, he SHUTS. IT. DOWN.
"No you don't stop saying you love him"
Virgil is always there to back up Patton, of course
It makes Deceit anxious and he stops saying it as often which kind of brings everyone else down
Roman and Logan try to explain to Patton and Virgil why he still can love but they never listen
