#aro spec patton

[sanders-sides-a-spec-week]

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Erudite

The ship fics are adorable, however I am also aro as heck and I have a proposition: Aromantic (possibly acespec, idrc whatever you wanna do there that's not the main focus) Logan being absolutely baffled because the other sides are flirting with each other and getting into relationships and flirting with him (not that he picks up on it) and he's just like. What. (long ask, so cut for brevity) - anon

Could you write a fic with aromantic or aro-spec Roman in it? – monkeythefander

*materializes into existence* Hi :D Mayhaps I request some Logince (Logan and Roman) hurt/comfort? Logan has a nightmare and Roman comforts the touch-starved Logan. Logan being a bit overwhelmed by all his emotions. Roman grounding him and giving him all the affection. Maybe some insecure Logan? Random Headcanon: Roman calls Logan "Erudite" as a comforting, loving nickname? Cause Lo is a lil nerd. Do what you will. Have fun :D – oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT!! This has been on my mind for a while Names, as we have learned, are very important to the sides. (this ask is super long so not all of it is here) - anon

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Warnings: mild arophobia

Pairings: background virgil/patton/janus/remus

Word Count: 3123

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles. In the middle of the night, the only solace he can find is with someone who might understand.

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles.

"That's it, come on, now…"

There's a voice. Someone is speaking to him. Is it in his head? No, he would not have used such a phrase for himself at this moment.

"Stay with me, come on, I'm right here, wake up, L."

'L.' Ah. Virgil. Logan blinks again, stirring and wincing at the tug in his limbs as a blurry face swims into view. Virgil smiles at him—at least, he presumes he does, it is difficult to tell without his glasses—and ruffles his hair.

"Hey, there, buddy. You doing okay?"

"Virgil?" He swallows through his dry throat and tries again. "Virgil?"

"Yeah, buddy, it's me. You were having a nightmare, do you remember?"

His brow furrows as he tries to recall it. No images come to mind—though perhaps that is for the better—but the ache in his limbs coalesces into a strange and heavy soreness that isn't reminiscent of any sort of muscle pain. On instinct, his hand moves toward its center to try and figure out what's going on, but his fingers only scrabble uselessly against the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Hey, hey, uh-uh," Virgil interrupts, taking gentle hold of his wrist and pulling it away, "stay here. You with me?"

"I'm with you. I don't—I don't remember my nightmare, but my chest—my chest hurts."

"You think it's from hyperventilating?"

He shakes his head. "Not that kind of hurt."

Virgil nods, the mattress creaking slightly as he leans back to give Logan his space. "You wanna talk about it at all? You need to be grounded?"

"Can—?" His throat dries up again mid-question. "Can I have some water?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I'll be right back."

The mattress squeaks again as Virgil's weight leaves it, the light to the bathroom and the sound of the sink following shortly. Logan drifts in the strange fuzzy half-dark of his room for several moments more before Virgil reappears with a glass of water. He sits up, carefully, and drinks about half of it.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing, bud. You need me to stay for a little longer?"

The soreness hasn't receded, but the prospect of letting Virgil stay makes it…worse. His fingers twist into the blankets. Virgil waits patiently until he sighs and his shoulders drop. "Can you see if Roman's awake, please?"

Surprise flickers across Virgil's expression, but he nods and stands. "If I can, I'll send him up. If not, do you want me to come back?"

"Just to say you couldn't find him, or he isn't awake. You don't have to stay."

"I don't mind," he says softly, but Logan shakes his head. "Okay. I'll see what I can do."

Virgil sinks out and Logan lets out a breath he hadn't been sure he was holding, putting the glass on his nightstand before his hands can shake too much to spill it. He rubs his chest. The soreness hasn't abated, but the lancing pain atop it has. Despite knowing how ill-advised it is, he finds himself once again trying to remember his nightmare. His fingers worry the creases in his shirt.

A knock on the door startles him out of his thoughts.

"Logan? It's Roman, Virgil said you were looking for me?"

"Come in."

Roman opens the door and glances around, spotting him in the bed and smiling. He looks…far too awake for the middle of the night, but at least he's dressed down in a T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hi, Specs," he says quietly, shutting the door behind him, "what can I do for you?"

"I—"

Roman's brow furrows when he cuts himself off, taking a small step away from the door. "Can I come over?"

Logan nods and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, still a respectful distance away, but close enough to lay a hand encouragingly on Logan's blanket-covered knee. Even through the fabric, the touch grows warm in a rush. Roman's hands are callused, he realizes, from years of swordfights and writing alike. His thumb makes little strokes back and forth, filling the room with the sound of fabric rustling.

"Logan?" Roman smiles when he looks up. "I think I lost you for a moment there."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, I'm pretty sure it's my fault." He indicates his hand. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Okay, then." He pats his knee. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, but I can't imagine midnight socializing works its way onto The Schedule, so—"

Logan snorts.

"—if you wouldn't mind telling me a little bit about what's going on in your head right now?"

"I had a nightmare."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Virgil was here, he…he woke me up. He got me water." Roman nods. "He…asked if I wanted to talk about it."

"And did you?" Roman prompts when he doesn't finish. "Is that when you asked him to get me?"

"Yes."

"Do you…want to talk about it with me?"

His mouth hardens into a thin little line.

"You don't have to," he continues, softer now, "I can just babble on and distract you until you get bored enough to fall back to sleep."

"That's not—" he touches his shirt again— "my chest hurts."

Roman blinks. "Okay. Um, do you want me to have a look at it?"

"…can you?"

"Of course, Specs, can I come a little closer?" Logan nods and Roman scoots up the bed. He briefly mourns the loss of the hand on his knee only for his breath to stutter when Roman's warm hand comes to rest gently on his chest. "Is this alright?"

He nods, not trusting his voice. Roman carefully rubs his hand back and forth, back and forth, in small circles, then bigger circles, then side to side, then down his sternum. A small furrow appears between his brows as he goes. When he's finished, he lays his hand right over Logan's heart and closes his eyes.

A few moments later, he opens them again.

"I can't feel anything wrong," he says, looking up at him, "but it does…I can feel something a little sore. Is that what it is?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it's just from the nightmare?"

"I don't even remember what the nightmare was."

"Okay, that's okay." His fingers tap lightly against his chest. "Is—can I keep asking questions?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Does it have anything to do with why you sent Virgil to look for me?"

Logan's quiet for a moment. Roman waits patiently, his fingers still drumming lightly against his chest. "I…it didn't feel right."

"Right?"

"To ask Virgil."

"Why not?"

"He's…they're…"

Roman makes a soft oh sound and scoots the slightest bit closer. "Is it because the others are in a relationship now?"

It had been a long time coming, if the others were to be believed. Patton and Virgil and Janus and Remus—the four of them had recently started to explore the dynamics of a polyamorous romantic relationship and it had been going well. The four of them had been…happier than Logan could remember seeing them.

The thought of it is enough to twinge the ache.

"Hey," comes Roman's gentle voice, "stay here with me?"

"I'm here, I'm here."

Roman carefully pats his chest. "I'm guessing that was it?"

"…yes."

"Do you want to talk about that?"

Logan's mouth thins again. "It's stupid."

"If it's giving you nightmares, Specs, it's not stupid."

"It's not—" his head snaps up to look at Roman, who meets him with such soft and patient understanding that Logan's hand twitches toward his unconsciously— "do you…think that's what it was?"

"You woke up without being able to remember the nightmare except for this ache in your chest," he says, "you didn't feel comfortable letting Virgil comfort you, and you asked specifically for me."

Logan swallows. "Your logic is impeccable."

"Why, thank you."

"Still, it seems like an inappropriate thing to have a nightmare about." He shifts to ease a cramp in his leg. "The people that matter to me have gotten together and are happy about it. How is that supposed to give me a nightmare?"

Roman doesn't say anything, just looking at him expectantly. He sighs.

"I don't know, Roman."

"Do you want to try and figure it out, or do you want me to distract you from it until you can fall back asleep?"

"It'll frustrate me if I don't know why."

"Then let's figure it out."

"But that's hard," Logan mumbles, mostly under his breath. Roman chuckles and strokes his thumb across a wrinkle in his shirt.

"You like hard problems."

"Not when they keep me from sleeping."

"Come on, then, Braniac," Roman encourages, "let's get you thinking."

Logan sighs again, leaning back against the headboard. Roman goes to lift his hand from his chest but without thinking about it, he covers the hand, keeping it there. Roman makes a surprised noise.

"Sorry."

"No, no, it's alright." His hand shifts to get comfortable. "Can I ask why—would it be helpful if I asked you questions to help you think, or do you want to do it on your own?"

"You can ask."

"Thank you. Can I ask why you felt more comfortable asking for help from me than from Virgil?"

"We went over that."

"Say it again for those of us in class that aren't as clever as you."

Logan frowns slightly—Roman is clever. "Virgil has recently entered into a relationship."

"So?"

Logan turns to look at him. "What do you mean, 'so?'"

"What does that have to do with Virgil comforting you?"

"I'm not part of the relationship." Roman gestures for him to keep going. "That should—I'm not one of the people Virgil loves. Yes, yes, I know," he interrupts before Roman can say anything, "Virgil might love me, but he's not in love with me—he does not feel romantic love for me."

"I'm going to keep asking you why this matters, Logan."

"He's not—shouldn't he be doing that for his partners?" Irritation bleeds into his words. "Isn't that how that works?"

"How what works?"

"Romance," Logan spits, only belatedly realizing that Romance is Roman's thing, "as soon as you enter a romantic relationship with someone, they become your one and only priority, or whatever, they're who you're supposed to comfort, to seek comfort from, it doesn't matter what other relationships you might have, or might have worked on for years, as soon as someone gets the label of romantic partner, everything else might as well not exist."

Only after he's finished speaking and he sees Roman's expression does he realize what he's just said.

"…oh."

"You're worried the others won't think about you as much anymore," Roman summarizes with devastating softness, "and that they won't see their time with you or their relationship with you as important, is that right?"

Logan nods, shame bubbling into tears that Roman wipes away with a gentle noise.

"Does it scare you?" He nods again. "Oh, Logan…it's okay, can I hug you?"

Logan barely has time to nod again before Roman's sliding up and wrapping his arms around him and oh, Roman is big and soft and warm and his brain isn't coming up with good words anymore and he doesn't care because Roman's still hugging him and the ache in his chest is glowing and he's all warm and it almost burns and it—and—and—and—

"Shh, shh, Logan," he hears from a great distance, "it's okay. I'm right here, okay? I'm right here."

He decides he's not going to think about anything else. Nothing that isn't the fingers running lightly up and down his back. Nothing that isn't being rocked against a strong chest. Nothing that isn't the soothing murmur of words in his ear.

"I've got you, Logan. It's gonna be okay. I'm not going anywhere."

When he next surfaces out of swimming in the sensation of warm soft comfort Roman safe, he realizes Roman's moved them. He's leaning up against the headboard, Logan balanced halfway across his lap. He looks up from where his head is pillowed against Roman's shoulder. Roman smiles.

"Hey," he calls, running his fingers through his hair, "you feel any better."

"Mhm."

"That's good." He returns to scratching lightly between his shoulders. "If it's any consolation at all, I'm sure the others wouldn't be upset at getting able to comfort you at all. I think they'd miss it, actually, and start passive-aggressively fighting for the chance to do it again."

"That's kind of you."

"I'm serious! Mark my words, they'll be squabbling for the chance before you know it."

Despite himself, he laughs at the mental image of it. Roman's chest rumbles with a laugh of his own. "I don't think I would mind so much," he mumbles, tongue loosened by Roman's warmth, "if I didn't know it wasn't for me."

"If what wasn't for you?"

"That sort of thing." When Roman still looks confused, he sighs. "Romance…all of that. That sort of thing."

"What do you mean, romance isn't for you? Not that it's a problem," he says quickly, "that's your decision and you're welcome to make it, I'm just…curious."

"I'm aromantic."

"Oh. Me too."

"I just mean that—" he stops and looks up. "You're what?"

"I'm aro too, Logan," Roman says, smiling softly and running a finger down his cheek. "What's that look for?"

"You're—you—but you're Romance."

"And Janus is perfectly capable of honesty even though he's Deceit. Just because that's what I represent to Thomas doesn't mean I have to experience romantic attraction." Roman shrugs. "It's not like I'm against it, or for it, it's just…well, like you said. It's not for me."

"But—but—" Logan's still trying to make sense of this image— "but you flirt with the others all the time."

"It's fun."

"It's not fun, it's confusing. I get accused of flirting all the time and I don't even know what I'm doing that counts as flirting."

"Well, they're probably guessing that the way they flirt with you is how you'd flirt back at them."

"But that doesn't—"

He stops again. He furrows his brow. He bolts upright to stare hard at Roman.

"What do you mean, how they flirt with me? They don't flirt with me!"

"Yes, they do," Roman says patiently, "believe me, the only reason I know that is because I walk in on them scheming on how to flirt with you."

"They—you what?"

"Look, just because I'm Thomas's Romance doesn't mean I understand all of it myself."

"Why is this so complicated and confusing," he grumbles, letting Roman chuckle and coax him back into a hug, "why can't everyone just make sense?"

"I don't think they'd be themselves if they made sense 100% of the time."

Logan begrudgingly grumbles an acquiescence, but he doesn't have to like it. Judging by the way Roman laughs again and ruffles his hair, he won't hold it against him.

"You look better," he observes softly, smiling, "do you think you might be able to fall back asleep?"

He toys with the edge of Roman's shirt. Most of the ache is gone, but there's something still lingering that he can't quite figure out how to dissipate. "I don't—alright, this next part is going to sound stupid."

"Great. I love stupid-sounding things."

"They have…they're going to have secrets now. And I…I don't…" He sighs. "Do you remember when Patton told Thomas my name?"

Roman nods. Logan rubs the hem of his shirt between his fingers. After a moment, Roman hums. "They shared something private of yours, and now you don't know how to feel that they know everything about you and you won't be able to reciprocate?"

"When did you get so perceptive?"

Roman just chuckles. "I am sorry about the name thing, I don't—"

"It's fine. It was going to happen at some point."

"Still, Logan, you should've gotten to do that on your terms." Roman drums his fingers against the small of his back. "What if…what if we did it over?"

"Did what over?"

"What if you had a name—or something, that was just a private one? And then you could keep it, it could be your secret, and you could decide how you want to tell them about it, if you ever do?"

Heat begins to color his cheeks. "Like—like a pet name?"

Roman looks down. "If you wanted?"

"Okay."

"If you're not comfortable—"

"If it's you," Logan butts in, "only if it's you."

Roman pauses, looking at him, before a soft smile spreads across his face. "Okay. I'm okay with that. Do you have anything in mind?"

"You're Creativity," Logan mumbles, trying to hide his blush in Roman's stomach, "you think of one."

Roman tugs lightly on his hair in retribution but settles, humming as his fingers card along his scalp. Logan finds himself drifting off under the gentle touch, roused here and there by Roman trying out different names. Starlight is too close to his nickname for Virgil, all the generic ones are taken because the others might use them, anything to do with Logic is too impersonal…

"Erudite."

Logan stirs. He looks up. Roman cups his cheek and strokes his thumb across his cheekbone.

"Erudite," he says again, voice gentle and tender, "what about that?"

A lump appears in Logan's throat.

"Is that okay, Erudite?"

He sniffles.

"Oh, it's okay, Erudite, come here…you fall asleep for me now," Roman coos, cuddling a sleepy, weepy Logan to his chest, "shh, Erudite, it's okay…it's okay, let's try and sleep now…"

The ache in his chest fades away as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

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[soysaucevictim]

Honestly, the entire Gymrat!Crew's a bunch of dorky dumbasses, and I love them for it.

Every. Single. One. Of. Them. But especially how everyone's relationship arrangements are.

Intruanological - ace-spec, poly, qpr triangle.

Dukexiety - hopelessly goopy romantic edgelords. Utter Disaster Humans.

Roceit - aro-spec, weirdly domestic/pragmatic sort of arrangement and some wild stuff in the bedroom. Lotsa dramatic roleplaying, you can bet.

Then there's Patton, the Dad friend to basically everyone there - more so with the Twins and Virgil. Because dammit, those kiddos have an adversarial relationship with self-care.

[sunflowerfander]

A Romantic

In honor of Aro spec week: take this fic.

TW blood, self-deprecating/suicidal thoughts but it’s not self harm. Background Prinxiety.

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"Are you sure?" Patton asked.

"Padre, I'm positive! Just go knock on the door and ask him!" Roman exclaimed.

"But we don't even know if he's gay!" Patton cried, looking up at the taller man.

"Patton," Roman began, putting his hands on his friend's shoulders. "If a single man on this floor is straight, I will burn my Disney movies."

Patton chuckled at Roman's solemn expression.

"I'll hold you to it Princey!" Virgil called from the other room, overhearing Roman's statement.

"Now go, and find your true love!" Roman pushed Patton towards Logan's door.

Facing the door, all of Patton's insecurities and doubts began to surface.

"Well, um, couldn't we wait until June? Then it'll be pride month, and surely he'll have a flag or something. Then we'll know his sexuality and can avoid any awkward confrontations. It's only a few more months!" Patton pleaded.

"No more stalling! You've had a crush on Logan for a year and I cannot stand the pining any longer. Not that I don't enjoy listening to you ramble about Logan," Roman assured Patton.

"It's only fair. Before you and Virgil started dating, I had to listen to you rant about him," Patton teased.

"Rants about me? What did he say?" Virgil asked, approaching the two.

"All good things, of course, My Chemically Imbalanced Romance," Roman said, shooting a warning look at Patton.

Patton giggled. "Well, at first he was annoyed by you. My favorite times were when he'd be complaining about you and compliment you on accident."

Virgil raised an eyebrow at Roman, amused, while he spluttered halfheartedly.

"You don't have any proof," Roman protested fruitlessly.

"Oh, really? Well, I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice," Patton unlocked his phone and scrolled through his videos. "Here it is!" he cried triumphantly, pressing play.

There wasn't any video, but there was audio. Roman's voice issued from the device and Patton turned up the volume.

"He's so stubborn and cynical! We're complete opposites, and we can never agree on anything! It makes me so frustrated when he smirks at me and challenges me with those warm, brown eyes. A-And when he calls me nicknames and insults Disney! He's so insufferable with his sarcasm, and his perfect hair, and his amazing smile, and his negative attitude."

The recording ended. Roman was blushing furiously while Virgil smirked slyly. Patton had to stifle his laughter behind his hand.

"Perfect hair?" Roman refused to meet Virgil's gaze. "Amazing smile? Warm, brown eyes that you refuse to look at?"

Roman glanced at Virgil warily, unsure of his reaction. He was unsure of his own reaction. Why was he embarrassed? He complimented his boyfriend. No big deal. But his heart was racing.

Virgil smiled at Roman warmly. "I love you."

"I love you too." Roman returned.

"So cute," Patton whispered to himself. He was still trying to stall for time. Maybe they'd forget about Logan, and he could escape.

No such luck, however. Roman pressed a soft kiss to Virgil's lips, who returned it. Then, stepping out of his reverie, Virgil turned to Patton. Holding his boyfriend's hand, he smiled.

"Go talk to Logan."

Patton groaned inwardly. His distraction had failed. "Please kiddo? Don't make me. What if we date, and then break up, and it's really awkward because we live in the same apartment?"

"Stop worrying. That's my job. And for an anxious guy, I'm pretty confident about you and Logan," Virgil told Patton. "Go. Just do it and get it over with."

"Storm Cloud's right. Go talk to him." Roman said,

"Fine. I'll go," Patton sighed, his heart filled with dread. "But I'm not a Happy Pappy Patton."

"You will be after you start dating Logan. Now, go!" Roman pushed him towards Logan's door, but this time Patton didn't turn back.

He strode up to the door and knocked. (Yes, it was the same knock as Anna.)

Logan opened the door. "Hello, Patton. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hi, Logan. Can we talk?" Patton nervously fidgeted with the cardigan draped over his shoulders.

Logan opened the door wider and gestured for Patton to enter. "Would you like to speak in here?"

"Sure," Patton said, walking past Logan and into the orderly room.

"Would you like to take a seat?" Logan offered.

Logan sat down on his bed, Patton selecting a small stool by Logan's desk.

"What did you wish to talk to me about Patton?" Logan inquired, wondering what Patton could've come for.

"Um, well... I just wanted to ask you something." Patton said reluctantly, his eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but Logan's face.

"Yes?" Logan asked.

Patton twiddled his thumbs, trying to work up the courage to ask him. "Do you want to, uh, go on a date? W-With me?"

A look of surprise crossed Logan's face, but he swiftly regained his composure. "Oh. Well, Patton, I apologize but-"

"Yeah, you're not gay, or not attracted to me. I'm sorry for bothering you." Patton interrupted and made for the door.

Logan grabbed Patton's wrist and pulled him onto the bed beside him.

"It's not that you're not attractive or likable or any of the lies you're feeding yourself right now. I wish to explain." Patton met Logan's eyes, seemingly composed despite the rejection he'd just endured.

"Do you know the term asexual?"

"Yes, it means someone doesn't experience sexual attraction," Patton said, surprising Logan who usually had to explain it to others.

"I'm asexual," Patton patiently waited for Logan to get to the point. "But, asexuality doesn't mean I don't experience any attraction. However, I am also aromantic, which means that I don't experience romantic attraction. Similar to asexual, but still infinitesimally different."

"Infinitely," Patton corrected Logan.

"What?"

"Infinitesimal means very small. Infinite means large."

"Oh," Logan blinked in surprise. "I guess you're right."

Patton giggled.

"Anyway, I just wished to convey my feelings. I do not feel any romantic feelings for you, but I hope we can still be friends."

"Of course!" Patton exclaimed, jumping up. "I would never stop being friends with you, Logan."

Logan, familiar with Patton's tendency to hide his true feelings, was worried. "Are you okay?"

"Of course. I'm perfectly fine. I was expecting much anyway. I'm gonna go and get ready for work now, okay?"

Logan nodded, his worries not assuaged.

Patton left, not noticing, or ignoring, Logan's concerned look. He headed into the kitchen where Roman and Virgil were eagerly awaiting his return.

"Well, you don't have to burn your Disney movies," Patton began cautiously.

"He said yes?" Roman cried.

"No. He's aromantic and asexual. He's not straight, but he's not gay."

Virgil donned an expression of sympathy. "Are you alright Patton?" he asked, crossing the kitchen to where the rejected man stood.

"Of course I'm alright. I don't know why you're all so concerned for me. That's my job! I'm the dad!" Patton exclaimed, beaming.

"Dads need to be cared for too. You matter to us and we want to make sure you're okay." Roman said softly.

"I'm fine," Patton repeated stubbornly. He snatched a cupcake from the counter top and headed to the bathroom. "I'm going to get ready for work now."

Virgil and Roman watched him go silently, him eating the blue cupcake.

Patton shut the door to the bathroom and tossed the empty wrapper into the trash can. He stared pensively into the mirror. He let out a few shaky breaths, trying to get himself under control.

A tear slipped down his cheek, but was quickly wiped away by its owner.

Patton's favorite thing about himself was his eyes. Not their color or lashes. He liked that when he cried, his eyes didn't get red. He could be miserable, but nobody would notice. His eyes wouldn't get red and his nose wouldn't run. He could sit for hours, tears silently pouring down his face, but no one would ever know. It was his burden, not anyone else's. If he was sad, he didn't want to burden his problems on others.

And yet he longed for it. He longed for someone to notice. He longed for someone to take care of him. No matter how he protested or lied to the others, he couldn't lie to himself.

And the truth was, he was crushed. He respected Logan's sexuality, and he didn't blame his friend. He knew that it wasn't Logan's fault or his own.

Yet his heart refused to believe it.

It's your fault. A voice whispered. You're not desirable. No one would ever care for you. The only thing you can do right is lie. Hide. You're lying to your friends. If they knew the truth, they'd abandon you in a minute. All you do is hide and lie. They don't need to be burdened by you. Just leave them alone.

He tried to stop the tears, but the flow seemed endless. The voice was right. Why would anyone care? He was awful. He couldn't do anything right. Not even ask someone out on a date. Logan would never love him.

He knew this.

All of a sudden, Patton was racked with coughs. It felt like he was dying. A small part of him was relieved. Finally, the pain would be over.

But he didn't die. He leaned over the sink, trying to expel whatever was in his throat.

A small blue petal hit the bottom of the sink, the edges painted red with blood.

"I should stop decorating my cupcakes with real flowers," Patton muttered to himself, wiping his lips and washing the blood from his hands. He made himself presentable and left to go confront the world.

[softanxiouspatton]

A Different Kind of Love

[So. I'm not sure if this should even be published but I really hope this isn't horrible aaa- I got really stuck writing this but I hope you all enjoy it anyway!]

Genre: Soft Angst & Fluff & Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Platonic LAMP (Implied Queerplatonic LAMP at the end) & Platonic Demus/Dukeceit

Word Count: 1,001 words

Warnings: Internalized Arophobia, Mentioned Arophobia, Internalized Acephobia, Mentioned Acephobia, Mentions of unhealthy relationships, Mentions of Self-hatred, Mentions of bring kicked out and mentions of Self worth.

Please tell me if there's anything else I should add! (Also all of these don't go into much detail I feel I should add)

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Patton hated it sometimes. 

No not being greyromantic itself but the experiences he had to deal with. 

How he could love someone so much but know they wouldn't feel the same because they want romance. 

Something he couldn't give often. 

He loved romantic gestures and movies and the whole romance concept. 

But when he felt very little and very rare romantic attraction… it doesn't always work out. 

He had been in love. For lack of a better term. How he felt for that person was nothing like romantic but so much more than platonic. 

But of course, the relationship being held with him would always be held low for others in contrast with romantic partners. 

He just wanted a significant other. 

~~~ 

Logan was content with friends. He was content with the theory he could be in a queerplatonic relationship. He knew he could survive if he was never in a romantic or sexual relationship. 

It still hurt when he told people the truth of his… feelings. 

Robot. Cold. Monster. 

He was human and despite his best attempts, humans are indeed social creatures so he needed… someone.

~~~ 

Virgil hated it. He hated it.

"Oh when are you going to get a girlfriend? I want grandbabies y'know!" 

He didn't even like girls. He was comfortable with the idea of guys but even then… 

Romance wasn't what he needed.

So there he stayed. In the closet. 

Until the day he snapped and was left to the streets. 

~~~ 

Roman was a romantic! He loved the idea of love and the idea of being in love and being loved.

But he was also aromantic. 

He felt guilty, upset that how he could find someone sexually attractive but could never find it in himself to romance them. 

He couldn't see a future where he could be himself… and in a relationship.

He just wanted love. Just not romantic love. 

~~~ 

Remus hated love. Compared to his brother, he hated it with a passion. 

Every couple so in love would make him roll his eyes and sick to the stomach. 

Romance. Ugh. But hey, it's not like anyone would be interested in him.

But hey! He's still human y'know!

~~~ 

Indifference. That what he felt. 

Sure he had been in relationships with all sorts of people. But ultimately it would be ended. 

It used to confuse him, how he would be a little down about the change but would be fine in the end. Now he's just used to it. 

Honestly he's glad to stop lying and deceiving people about his feelings. He could never let anyone in. Emotions… he couldn't be vulnerable.

He felt no romantic pull to anyone. 

~~~

It was a long story how the four became roommates but they were and it worked surprisingly well. Remus and his roommate was next door and the six were a complicated bunch but they all made it work. 

But none of them were out to each other. Their past experiences taught them to stay silent.

Of course though, silence never lasts. 

~~~ 

"Gosh that's so sweet." Cooed Patton as the four were watching a movie and the romantic subplot finally reached its peak. "It is." Sighed Roman. Logan hummed and Virgil said nothing. 

"Speaking of such, you'd be an adorable boyfriend, Patton. Platonically speaking of course." Commented Logan. Patton flinched but smiled. "Awww Logie bear that's so sweet of you! You'd be a very considerate boyfriend. And Roman! You would be very romantic and you could woo someone right off their feet!" Said Patton happily. "Oh and Virgil! Aww you give the best cuddles! Whoever you date would love that, and you, very much!" 

Logan nodded, the discomfort of the topic settling in. Roman strained out a smile. "Thank you Pat…" Said Roman. 

Virgil sucked in a sharp breath and his bottom lip began to tremble at the memories. Patton looked at him, realising he was silent and his expression twisted into worry. 

"Virgil…? What's wrong? You're… crying… and shaking…" Murmured Patton softly. Roman and Logan turned to look at Virgil, both taking sharp breaths in surprise. Virgil sniffed and sobbed softly, trying to hold back. 

"I'm sorry… I just.. the memories and… I wanna explain why but…. I don't want…. you all to hate me…" Sobbed Virgil quietly. The trio slowly moved over to Virgil who slid down to curl up the couch. "We would never hate you Virgil." Said Logan. Roman nodded. "He's right. We care about you." Said Roman softly. Patton nodded and gently wiped away the tears with his thumb. Virgil sniffed and took a breath. 

"I'm… aromantic…" Murmured Virgil shakily. Roman gasped. "Virgil. I am too." Said Roman without thinking. Virgil gasped and looked up at him. "What?" Croaked Virgil in disbelief. Logan cleared his throat. 

"I suppose it would be benefiting for you both to know that I am also. In fact I'm Asexual as well." Stated Logan. Virgil found himself relaxing and Roman grinned widely. Patton smiled. "That's great. I'm uh actually greyromantic." Said Patton happily. Virgil cracked a grin before they were all pulled into a big hug by Roman. 

"You're all awesome and, for lack of a better phrase, I love you all." Chuckled Roman. The four all broke into smiles. 

A wide happy soft smile from Patton. A quirk from Logan that smiled more with his eyes than mouth. Virgil's tired but happy tilt of his lips. And Roman, his bright smile that wrinkled his nose and the corners of his eyes. 

"No romo though." Muttered Virgil. Patton giggled. Logan snickered before stopping himself. Roman smiled brighter, his chest vibrating before he broke out into laughter. Virgil joined him and not before long so did the other two. All four of them on the couch laughing in a cuddle pile, the movie long forgotten. 

Next door, laughter joined theirs even if they didn't notice.

And if their relationship become closer than friends? Well It can be assured that it won't be romantic. 

And that's the beauty in the variety of Love

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[positivepatton]

Aplatonic is a valid label, regardless of the fact that there's some misinformation about it out there

Asexuals can have healthy romantic relationships, be in love, and make their partner(s) happy

QP relationships are beautiful, lovely, and no less significant than romantic relationships

Asexuality caused by trauma, dysphoria, mental illness, age, etc., is valid. All you need to be asexual is to not have sexual attraction, that's it.

There's nothing inherently wrong about having a relationship that is purely sexual.

Asexuality that isn't caused by any outside influence is real and valid, too.

You may have identified as ace or aro at one point, and maybe you don't anymore. Maybe you're questioning those labels. That's perfectly fine.

Asexuality is not childish.

People who are both ace and aro are wonderful.

Being ace but feeling romantic attraction, or being aro but feeling sexual attraction, is wonderful too!

People on the ace and/or aro spectrum deserve respect.

[bonker-bananas]

that is very adorable and he would absolutely do that

also i would like to steal your drawing skills i am terrible at drawing clothing and yours looks wonderful

Patton is the kind of guy who could have someone straddling his lap but he would talk about baby otters for fifteen minutes before realizing “Oh this is a thing, you’re flirting with me”

[justanaromantic]

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

[anxiouslyfred]

Masterlist for my Aro Sides and A-spec Sides Weeks

Aro Sides Week 2022

Discovery - Is There a Label Like That? - Roman discovering the label

Queerplatonic - Merged Names - Remus deciding he wants a QPR with Virgil and Roman

Tertiary Attraction - Words of Experience - Roman tells Logan about the different types of attraction

Free Day - Arguing with Characters - Roman realises he’s aro through writing a character that argues with him

Non-SAM Aro - The Question Unneeded - Patton doesn’t need any more label than aro

Loveless - What Happened to Caring - Roman needs love to stop being the thing people say

Coming out/ Pride - Green - Remus gets ready for Pride and comes out as aro

A-Spec Sides Week 2023

Dragons - Wanting Draglins - Patton wants kids of his own, he just doesn’t want the romance or sex that is usually needed to get them

Crossovers - Bravery - DW Crossover - Virgil ended up in a relationship through fear of abandonment, meeting the Doctor helps him come out to his partner

College AU - Ceiling - Roman isn’t sure where to put his flags up in his dorm room

Pirate AU - Public Consumation - Logan becomes a pirate to avoid forced public consumation of an arranged marriage

Alternative Relationships - Not a Football Club - Dukeceit discuss what QPR can stand for

Coffee Shop - Visiting - part of my Chaos Cafe au - Roman learns about aromanticism and that relationships don’t have strict rules to follow

Free Day - Performance Over - Janus goes hiking to have some time without forced flirting to get his way. Meets some people who might understand.

Aro Sides Week 2023

A Feast of No Sustenance - Realisation

Flags Protections - Flags

Need to Befriend Them? Sounds Fake - Aplatonic

Something to Read - Free Day

Yes But Actually No - romo-aro

No Longer Playing House - found family

No Romance Party - celebration

[remus-thecreative]

Its such a long song we will just split this into 2-3 parts lol ANYWAYS enjoy part 1 of this late thing for #AroSidesWeek

Give Us Euphoria PART 1

Songfic (Euphoria by MUSE) 

Every side is aro-spec in these fics we create; this focuses on Remus and Patton. Obligatory disclaimer: this is based on both the source material AND our fictives (Rat and Frog were collaborators actually lol). They made sure to get each other's consent/permission to team up and write this, as should anyone writing about ppl they know irl. 

Content Warnings: minor injuries, self deprecation, talking about depression and dissociation, suggestive nicknames.

Anyways, enjoy!

Shut down

We are growing spiritless

If no one cares, then who is gonna save us?

Give us euphoria

Remus was really, really fucking bored. Not just in general, but emotionally it felt like someone had squeezed out every drop of water from its octopus appendages and left it to dry in the desert. More literally, he hadn't moved from underneath his own bed in… yeah he wasn't even going to try counting. Groaning pathetically, the side glanced over to its right, relishing in the sudden pain due to the fact its eyes had not moved much for hours. Pain was good in these times, was grounding and very real unlike far too many dark fantasies Thomas would never bother even considering. But, that wasn't the main reason he had looked to his right; no it was…. shit, why had Remus-

"FUCK! This is just sad, and I don't do sad shit unless it's paired with grotesque horrors!"

The words were nearly ripped out of its throat that was rather dry, frustration almost palpable. A fit of coughing was followed by the admittedly theatrical creaking of the duke's joints as the side crawled out from underneath the bed. Ew, physical exhaustion of the depressed variety. Whether he had the energy or not, he was going to get to the bottom of this problem that was becoming disturbingly clear in its source. Not bothering to check on the state of its outfit and grimacing at the still extremely empty 'dark sides' living room, Remus took in a deep breath and put what it hoped was a winning and deranged smile on its face while giggling out:

"I hope someone is ready for a visitor from hell…"

Worn out

Everything will fall apart

So shine a light and warm up this heavy heart

And give us euphoria

It hadn't been the best week for Patton, and if he was going to be honest, the near future wasn't looking that much better. Despite the continuous progress with everyone figuring out how to work best with each other, all the new discoveries about Thomas' sides, and the growing acceptance of many… it had taken a lot of emotional energy he hadn't expected. 

Honestly, his own shortcomings regarding being morality stung worse than what was left of his strained relationships; relationships in general had always been confusing and difficult for Patton. Never sure when the exact moment a person becomes a friend or lover, so he had always tried to be equally affectionate to everyone. Lost when it came to what's supposed to happen when a relationship ends or changes. Unaware if the annoyance or exasperation he felt from others at his puns were simply in the moment or a sign he had made a significant overstep, so he kept them all as harmless and cute as he could. Yes, Patton had done his best! Only, that wasn't actually the correct action. The right thing to do. He supposed it was all connected after all, morality and relationships. 

Which brought him to the present, a tired chuckle making its way past his lips as he realized he'd spaced out yet again instead of getting ready for the day. 

"At least I'm already dressed to impress! Well besides my glasses, where did I set them last night…"

Patton started off cheerfully, voice getting quieter as he stood up and searched the room with the enthusiasm of a cat sensing an oncoming bathing in a tub. Although leaving his room was a must when he wasn't feeling his best, it was tempting. Then again, he had plans to talk to a certain snake today, and really didn't want Janus of all sides to get worried about him, or even worse, disappointed. That should have been enough to speed up the finding process, but strangely enough he still couldn't find his glasses. Brows now furrowed, Patton put his hands on his hips and almost let himself get upset, brown eyes widening in fright as he caught himself. 

"No no no, I cannot be doing that! Not after the frogger incident-"

"-I think you mean the coolest shit ever that you should do more often, Patton-With-The-Cake!"

The shriek that left Patton was quite mild compared to the jump his body performed as Remus popped into his room. 

[novainthevoid]

Hey you guys! I wanted to do something for pride month but I’m not super artsy or open to doing writings explicitly for pride month right now so I decided to create some headcannon picrews for the sides!

As a note, the way I very most characters is extremely fluid and vague. I’ll generally be cool with any depictions of that character, but for these purposes I wanted to try out creating my own headcannons. This is all just for fun.

Also feel free to ask me questions/send comments about them!!!

Identity badge maker picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/995477

Person picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/444745

Alright on to the sides!

Logan:

For Logan, I headcannon him as being agender, using any pronouns, and on the aro-ace spectrum in some regard. Due to the limitations of each picrew, I used the greyace and greyaro flags for the badge and the ace and aro flags for the icon, but honestly I’m not sure if I feel one label fits him across the board. I feel like they’d be incredibly disconnected from the concept of gender and instead perhaps feel like nothing at all, hence being agender. As for being aro-ace spec, I might be projecting a bit, but honestly I think Logan’s views on how sex and romance work and their value correspond with how some aro-ace spec people feel, myself included. Of course, there’s a lot of comedy added in (the show IS a comedy after all, at least to some extent) but I don’t think it’s entirely unfounded based on the show.

Patton:

I headcannon Patton as a cis pansexual man! I know, he’s got the least stuff out of them all, but I guess my views of him are pretty simple. I do also like transmasc Patton a lot too, these just happen to have him as cis. I’m also trying to push my bear Patton agenda but the picrew doesn’t give the option for the dadbod so the facial hair will have to do. He is everyone’s father and will protect them with his heart and soul.

Roman:

Roman I headcannon as being bigender using he/she pronouns, asexual, and demiromantic. The sexuality and romantic attraction here are some I really like I think. Roman has these very theatrical and simplified views of what romance and relationships are like and to me it feels like he’s basing his ideals solely off of mainstream media because he has a lack of personal expirence in that department. Aro-spec Roman in particular is incredibly important to me because I think she would have this very complex relationship to romance due to desiring and searching for a romantic relationship just like a Disney movie only to find that she doesn’t feel that sort of attraction or feels it to some limited or conditional extent. Anyways, she’s very cool and I love him. (Also, small unrelated note, I think she’d definitely have a ton of scars which I hinted at by the just-barely-noticeable one on her eyebrow. He gets into a lot of dangerous situations and has the scars to prove it. Some are definitely from sparring/fighting with Remus lol)

Alright, today I learned that tumblr has a photo limit and since I can’t post all six of them I’m going to break this post in two. Dark sides will be posted soon!

[cephy-the-squid]

I have decided that Patton and Virgil in my au are Jewish which means I am now officially projecting one or more aspect of my identity onto ever character (Virgil gets chronic pain from hEDS and Celiac Disease, Logan and Remus are autistic, Virgil and Patton are Jewish, all of them except Patton and Janus are in some way aro-spec or ace-spec, Patton is trans, and Janus uses multiple sets of pronouns).

[seething-fire]

It Might Just Be Okay

Roman and Patton in a highschool AU

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?”

“Most likely.”

[hannahdra-ws]

lamp + dukeceit + qpr moceit????? *grabby hands* i wanna hear more, especially about the last two parings!!

!!!!! okay!!!!

honestly i don't have A Lot for them rn since this au is still BABY but I do know that Janus is gray-romantic but fell in love with Remus a few days after him and Virgil met him (much to his dismay like God the universe threw his aro-spec ass a curveball)

and when Janus, Virgil and Remus joined the "light sides" Janus realized he felt Something for Patton but it definitely wasn't romantic or platonic

so! QPR :)

[softanxiouspatton]

For the arospec ask game 2 and 3

Hey Virge!!

2. "how did you realize you were arospec?"

Well I was actually learning about queerplatonic relationships and I saw a post with Aro-spec and Ace-spec identities. I read it and was like "... wait. I think this is me." And after thinking about how I've never really had an actual crush on anyone and that I get over breakups pretty fast (in one case, not even really bring bothered oof). Also the fact, my platonic feelings run so very deep within me, you'd think romantic feelings would too but it's just not the case!

3. Aro-spec headcanons?

Oohhhhh boy. Well I'd like to think Patton is greyromantic and has very strong platonic feelings for his friends (like myself akdjdjf).

I like the idea of Moceit being a qpr. Or Logicallity. Like Patton and Logan/Deceit being the parents for the other sides or something idkkk

Aro sides sounds great to me with just them all being a FamILY

[lovelylogans]

I have never watched Gilmore Girls and probably never will (tv shows with a high focus on romantic relationship drama always make my aro-spec ass Milford uncomfortable) but I love wyliwf and all it’s iterations and aus so much and especially Virgil in it because he’s so good (I mean all the characters are but I digress). So I thought I’d look up Luke Danes on the tumblr search and the first thing I see is that Luke apparently is the one who first said the tirade about thanksgiving that you mentioned for reverse au Virgil? I love that! I really like how even in the reverse aus they borrow from/are inspired by the characters you originally thought up as counterparts. Are there any other particularly Luke Danes stuff that is still there in reverse au Virgil?

you’re valid!!! and YES, by far luke is the closest to virgil in terms of characterization, especially early grumpy luke. and yes—luke does definitely have a fair hand in reverse virgil, but i think that’s mostly because they’re both grumps, you know? like, luke and both virgils have grudges against taylor because he makes such a power grab in the town and he’s so officious, and both virgils and luke are very protective about their loved ones, and they’re all very dedicated and loyal and loving. you know??? so there’s definitely aspects that they all share, but i’d argue all the virgils and luke and patton and lorelai are protective of their loved ones and fiercely loyal, so!!