#platonic patceit

[hoardofhyperfixations]

THE SNEK AND PATPAT NEED TO HAVE A COOKIE PARTY IN THEIR ONESIES WITH NOBODY ELSE AROUND JUST PATPAT AND THE SNEK AND LOTS AND LOTS OF COOKIES

Deceit knew Patton could be a bit childish at times, but this was new. New, but not unpleasant.

"Chocolate chip or sugar with frosting and sprinkles?" Patton chirped, turning to Deceit with the ears of his cat onesie flopping a bit. Deceit shrugged, then answered.

"Not chocolate chip, if you mind." He said as smoothly and casually as he could manage. He would not allow himself to show just how much he was enjoying himself. Patton just smiled, handing him a warm and most likely delicious chocolate chip cookie.

Deceit turned his attention back to the movie, The Jungle Book, that was currently playing on the TV.

"Hey, kiddo?" Patton spoke up after a moment as Deceit bit into the cookie. Deceit hummed to show he was listening. "You know it's okay to smile, right?" He didn't miss how the dark side stiffened, glancing at Patton out of the corner of his mismatched eyes.

"..."

"There's no one else here, Dee, and I'm sure not gonna judge you. This is a safe place, alright?" Patton continued before munching on a cookie. Deceit eyed Patton, searching for lies, but he only felt the truth of his words and found the sincerity in his brown eyes.

"...alright." He agreed after swallowing. Patton grinned and hugged him without warning and gosh, his grin must've been contagious or something because soon Deceit was grinning, too, fangs on display.

[ascreamingstrawberry]

Roman Sanders : A Stylist for the Sad Gay

Summary:  A hot personal stylist accompanying you to your brother’s surprise proposal party? He could deal with that. 

June 24th : Friendship, June 25th : Roceit, June 26th : Loceit, June 27th : DLAMP, June 28th : Patceit, June 29th : Anxceit, June 30th : FamILY

Pairings: Roceit, Moxiety, Sleep x Logan (idk if anyone’s done this or what their ship name is )

Word Count: 2,414

Warnings : Deceit’s name is Seth in this, Seth means like ‘one who dazzles’ and was an evil god of chaos and if that ain’t deceit what is. sympathetic deceit!  mentions of a pathological lying disorder, lots of music surprising? sexual innuendos? fashion? author bad at warnings?

Notes : Do I like how this turned out? Not really, it’s kind of OOC but there’ s like thirty minutes left of June 25th and I tried. I’ve been watching way too much Queer Eye, send help. Leave a like, a reblog, message, and reply! I love hearing your comments.

If you asked Seth how he ended up shirtless on his own bed while a gay man chaotically went through his closet at 9 in the morning on a Sunday, he almost genuinely would have no idea.

There was something in that backstory about twin older brothers who felt the need to meddle in his life, a surprise party for a boyfriend of one of those meddling brothers, and a closet with only the colors black and yellow.

Okay, so maybe he had a little bit of an idea.

“Seriously Seth, you need some color in this wardrobe.” Roman, the gay man, said as he tossed another one of his beloved black plain t-shirts to the ‘throwaway pile’. The morning hadn’t been completely enjoyable if Seth was being honest, considering he’d had quite enjoyed the view every time he leaned up to watch Roman mumble about greens or french tucks. Or at least he told himself it was to watch him mumble.

“How many times do I have to tell you yellow is a color, and-” Seth used his feet on the floor to propel himself off the bed, noticing the way Roman’s attention turned to him. “It's a closet, not s wardrobe.”

“Trust me,” Roman’s eyes drifted downward and Seth posed a little, showing off the six pack he had earned from, according to his brother Patton, ‘running away from his responsibilities’. “I think I know more about closets than you do.”

“Sure you do.” Seth laughed, reaching over the taller man to grab one of the few shirts left on the rack. He knew a little bit about Roman. He been Logan’s roommate in college, he worked as a personal stylist for, and looked a little cute with his brown eyes wide as he stared down Seth with a opened button down. “See something you like?”

“You wish.” Roman said reaching over to button the black shirt slowly and then he patted down the yellow frail around his shoulders. “You excited to meet your brothers boyfriends?”

“Not at all.” Seth groaned, rolling his eyes as he went.

“Come on, ya false-hetero, we need to get you an outfit for tonight.” Roman said, patting Seth’s ass as he passed.

“I thought that’s what this is?” Seth followed the pretty boy haircut dressed in a horizontal striped shirt and pink skinny jeans into his living room, stopping to kneel down next to his husky Sadie. Name picked out by a fourteen year old Seth, his husky was probably the light of his life. He ran his hand up by Sadie’s ears, and when she made a noise of agreement, Roman stopped his trail to the door to watch the two.

He pulled out his phone, opened his Instagram unbeknownst to Seth, and snapped a picture of the two. “You two are cute.”

“I am not cute.” Seth replied, pressing a kiss right above Sadie’s nose, before passing Roman on his way out of his apartment door. He climbed down the open stairs to the lot in back where he kept his red Jeep, humming a tune to the click of Roman’s white trainers following him down the metal stairs.

“You are very cute.” Roman called behind him, mimicking the motion of bending over. Seth groaned, pushing his shoulder into Roman’s as he caught up in step with him.The two climbed in his red jeep, and Roman looked around before plugging his phone in, typing in the directions, and playing a Britney spears song.

“Oh hell no.” Seth reached over and took the phone out of his hands.

“What?” Roman pressed a hand to his heart, releasing the girliest gasp Seth has ever heard. “It’s Britney, bitch.”

“It’s horrendous.” Seth said, despite humming along as he searched through Roman’s phone to find something more his style. When the voice of Drake came through the car speakers, Roman shrugged, anyway, watching Seth as he drove hopefully to get a little bit more of information about him. And for his own enjoyment, of course.

He knew Seth was Logan and Patton’s younger brother by a couple years, he only just graduated college and moved to live back near his brothers. Roman knew he had a pathological lying disorder and liked to joke about it rather than pretend it’s taboo. He also knew he liked guys. A plus for sure.

Seth was shorter than most guys, more muscular than most too, he noticed as he flex his forearm during a left hand turn. Roman himself was fit and skinny, but he didn’t pack on the guns like Seth did. He definitely looked good in black, it made the sharpness of his light blue eyes stand out, but Roman would like to give him a little bit of color to maybe soft it up. When Seth pulled into the plaza near his brother Patton’s house, Roman nearly had to turn the wheel for him to avoid going to the Target, and more towards the men’s store that Seth probably hadn’t even realized was there.

When they were holed up in the tiny dressing room, while Seth changed, was when he had finally been the one to initiate a conversation with him. “So do you have like a boyfriend?”

“A boyfriend?” Roman laughed, adjusting the brown jean jacket on Seth, rolling the sleeves up just a little bit.

“Or-or-a girl-” Seth stuttered, nervous for the first time during this whole day. And that’s considering the fact that Roman had practically stripped him down as soon as he opened Seth’s front door this morning.  

“I’m Roman Sanders, a stylist for the sad gays, for a reason.” Roman patted Seth’s chest as he walked out to look at himself, admiring the way he looked in the jeans he had picked out for himself. 

“Because you’re sad?” Seth said, following Roman’s hand ran down the light washed jeans he had on.

“Because I’m gay.” Roman replied. “But no boyfriend.”  

“Would you like one?” Seth asked stepping out of the room to look at himself in the full length mirror. It didn’t look….bad. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall as Roman strutted like some of the models he saw on tv.

“You offering?” Roman laughed, turning around and mimicking the pose Seth had against the wall, against the mirror. It was the right enough angle for Seth to his see backside in the mirror. That didn’t look too bad either.

“I just meant, is that something you’re looking for.” Seth replied, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to Roman while still keeping his arms crossed. Roman looked down at him, tracing his bottom lip with the tip of tongue as he tried to figure out a way to get Seth to look more comfortable in these clothes.

“Yeah.” Roman shook his head and wiggled his hand in between Seth’s arms, pulling out his left hand and dragging him further away from the full length mirror. “Now loosen up a little, walk like you’re Bella Hadid down a runway.”

“Like who?” Seth asked, staring down at Roman’s hand in his. Seth traced the first knuckle of the taller man’s hand with his pointer pinker, catching Roman’s attention away from staring at their reflections in the mirror ahead of them. Roman turned back to him and smiled and dropped their hands, only to stand behind him and mess with the part of his hair at the bottom of his neck.

“Like me.” Roman whispered, pushing Seth forward. Seth sighed, sashaying down the tiny fitting room hallway toward the mirror and landed at the end with a hand on his hip and his lips pursed. Like Roman. “Yes queen!”

“Never say that again.” Seth whipped his head back and glared but Roman couldn’t help but laugh with his head thrown back. Seth smiled at that, so he minded the ‘queen’, but not as long as it made Roman laugh like that.

Roman checked out while Seth waited in the car. Roman was very attractive, no doubt. Roman was smart and funny, no doubt. Roman was very gay, no doubt again. Was he into him? To be determined, he thought to himself as Roman hopped into his passenger seat already talking. “So we’re going to head to Patton’s, change, and then head over with him and his boyfriend to Logan’s house.”

“Do you know what’s going down before this party?” Seth said, a little cocky.

“We’re going to Pattons?” Roman shrugged, scrolling through Instagram while his shoulders danced along to the beats of ‘Humble’.

“Logan’s proposing.” Seth emphasizes the last word only because he was sure that Logan would never propose to anyone in a million years. Roman made another gasp, and Seth smacked his head like he remembered something. “Let’s go get Sadie, Pat loves her, and it’ll give us time to change before we meet Pat’s boyfriend.”

“He’s not proposing too is he?” Roman smiled.

“No. Lo’s been dating his since you guys were at college, Pat and Virge are new aren’t they?” Seth said, pulling back into his driveway as Roman nodded in agreement.

While Seth ran up the stairs to get the beautiful husky and change, Roman took the time to get in his Britney Spears fix of the day, convenient enough for Seth to return to the chorus of Circus. “How dare you.”

“You love it, and you know it.” Roman replied.

“I hate you.” Seth replied, reaching in the back to plop a seatbelt over Sadie. The three headed over to Patton’s tiny home on the other side of town, and when they got there Roman ran in to switch into the light washed jeans he’d bought. Patton and Virgil, who Seth shook hands with as he climbed into the car, got into the backseat with Pat next to Sadie. Virgil had struck up a conversation with Seth about going to college in LA, and by the time Roman came out, Seth had little time to look at how he looked in the new jeans before pulling out of the driveway and over to Logan’s.

Everyone complimented how good Seth looked in the black skinny jeans, grey tshirt, and green bomber jacket Roman had picked out for him. Everytime they did, Seth made sure to blame it on Roman, who had been surprisingly sticking to his side most of the night. When Logan finally arrived, Seth had barely any time to say hi before a 5’3 dark haired man in a crop top came barreling at him, hug ready. “You must be the baby Foley!”

“I wouldn’t call myself a baby, considering I’m taller than you.” Seth replied, feeling Roman’s hand fall from his shoulder that had been there when Seth told a particularly funny joke, and it being replaced by the tiny man hugging his shoulders.

“You’re funny, sista. I’m Remy. Lo tells me you went to school in LA, what’s that like?” Seth unfortunately and fortunately got pulled away for most of the night by his brother’s new fiancee, talking about Los Angeles, coffee addictions, and swapping embarrassing stories about Logan. That was until, speak of the devil, the oldest Foley came over and tapped Seth’s shoulder.

“I think someone’s a little lost without you.” Logan pointed behind him where Roman was sitting by himself. He was leaned forward on his knees, sipping a drink of some kind with a lemon on the top of the glass.

“Oh we’re not-” Seth had an end to that sentence when he started it, he swears.

“He seems to be quite attracted to you little brother.” Logan dropped his hand onto Seth’s shoulder where Roman’s had been just hours ago, and leaned in close to his ear. “And this is my way of saying, I’d like to take my fiancee inside for a bit.”

“Enough said.” Seth replied. “Remy, I’m afraid I’ve got to get going, but it was great talking to you. Logan, great party. Congrats.”

“Catch up with you later.” He pretty sure he heard mumbled from his brother, as the tall nerd gave no time between Seth stepping away and pulling his fiancee into quite the heated kiss. Remy giggled and pulled Logan along by the hand into the back door of the house, and Seth shook his head in amusement as he made it over to Roman sat in the chair.

Reaching down, he softly ran a hand through the pretty boy hair of his and Roman hummed, turning his head to look up at him. Seth put a finger over his lips, held his other hand and when Roman took it, he tugged him along towards the driveway, where he passed Patton sat out front. He was in the front lawn chair showing the kids how to play some game while Virgil sat in the same chair behind him, his arms wrapped around Patton’s waist and his head tucked against his shoulder.

Seth waved goodbye and called for Sadie, who had been laying down next to the chair, and he opened the back door for her to jump in. He buckled her in and turned to Roman who was quietly still looking down at the two’s locked hands. Seth brought their hands up to his chest laid Roman’s fingers out along the middle of his chest, his hand over it. “Did you say goodbye to Logan?”

Roman mumbled in agreement almost sleepily, but when Seth took his hand from covering Roman’s hand on his chest to right under the taller man’s chin, he knew he was wide awake by the little gasp he let out. “So about that boyfriend thing..”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, El-fib-a.” Roman replied, leaning his head down but letting Seth pull him in by a hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand Roman had on his chest and the hand that had been on his chin, now wrapped around Roman’s waist. Seth leaned against the car door, pulling Roman toward him, deepening the kiss when a whistle and a series of ews from far away caught his attention. Seth pulled away with a roll of his eyes while Roman blushed, and reached over to open the passenger door for him.

He walked back to the driver’s side after closing Roman’s door and flipped a laughing Virgil off while Patton shooed the kids to the backyard. That was his parting message as he pulled out of his brother’s driveway with Sadie’s head out the window and Roman’s hand on his thigh. 

[hoardofhyperfixations]

Hey, Dee! Sing!

Warnings: Deceit, and uh it's short pfft

Pairings: Platonic Patceit/Moceit, background logicality, background prinxiety

Genre: Fluff because I suck at writing angst

Summary: The others have all sang before, but they've never heard Deceit sing. (Also, I am well aware I should be answering asks.)

Roman sang.

This was not new news. He loved to sing, and he was great at it. Although the prince usually stuck to Disney songs, musicals were not left untouched. And he'd sometimes attempt to serenade Virgil.

Logan sang.

Though not very often. He sang about things he was passionate about, such as Crofters or Patton. Most couldn't get him to, but all Patton had to do was ask nicely and Logan would sing like a bird.

Patton sang.

He never tried to hide it, and often sang along to the theme song of his favorite shows. He would smile and often interrupt himself with giggles. Virgil had said he'd seen Logan smiling and watching once, but...speaking of which,

Even Virgil sang.

Although not much. Unless it's a song by Evanescence or MCR, or This is Halloween. His singing was a rare occasion, but always a nice one. Occasionally, he'd sing a Disney song for Roman if he felt like it.

Deceit did not.

It always confused Patton, and Roman, because singing was wonderful, and even Virgil did it. Roman used it as evidence that he was a freak.

"What kind of person never sings?"

Patton wondered if maybe he didn't like his singing voice.

"Well, that would make sense as to why he doesn't sing." Logan had agreed.

"Or maybe he just doesn't like to sing." Virgil had mumbled. Patton had decided to find out for himself.

That was how he'd ended up here, in front of Deceit's door, hand poised to knock. Patton hesitated. Deceit wasn't exactly the nicest person to talk to...

He didn't care.

Patton raised his head confidently and knocked. After a moment, the door cracked open, a yellow snake eye staring up at him. He'd forgotten just how short Deceit was...That wasn't important, he was getting distracted.

"Hey Dee!" Deceit relaxed slightly at the nickname.

"Hi."

"Wanna hang out?"

"...I guess not." Deceit agreed, opening the door fully and stepping out as he shut it behind him. Patton grinned victoriously and lead the lying side to his room. Patton shut the door and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Deceit hesitated, then sat next to him. "You don't want something." He guessed.

"Not really, kiddo, I just want to know if you can sing!" Patton said cheerfully. Deceit hissed.

"Yes, I can, and I'm great at it."

"Oh, c'mon! You can't be that bad!"

"No, I can't." Deceit scowled.

"Please, Dee? Pretty please?" Patton begged, pouting. Deceit looked away for a moment, then looked at the ground.

"Ugh- fine." He relented. "What do you even want me to sing?"

"Uh...oh, what about Love Like You?" Patton suggested, grinning. The silence afterwards made him wonder if he'd said something wrong, and he went to ask.

"If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything~ I could even learn how to love~" He froze. That- that was coming from Deceit, who was currently facing away from him. "When I see the way you act, wondering when I'm coming back, I could do about anything~ I could even learn how to love~ like you~"

"Woah..." Patton breathed. Deceit continued.

"I always thought I might be bad, now I'm sure that it's true~! 'Cause I think you're so good, and I'm nothing like you~" He sang softly. "Look at you go, I just adore you, I wish that I knew~ what makes you think I'm so special~..." He paused, glancing over his shoulder at Patton, who had the biggest grin on his face. "If I could begin to do something that does right by you, I would do about anything~ I would even learn how to love~" He stiffened when Patton hugged him from behind, falling silent.

"C'mon, kiddo, don't mind me. Finish the song?" Patton mumbled. Deceit hesitantly nodded.

"When I see the way you look, shaken by how long it took~ I could do about anything~" He started again. "I could even learn how to love~ like you~" Silence fell over the room, but it was nice, and comfortable.

"You have a beautiful singing voice, kiddo. You should show the others." Deceit rapidly shook his head. "Oh, not now, but eventually. When you're comfortable, okay?" Patton said warmly, grinning widely.

"... not okay."

"Until then... would you mind singing for me again? You look so peaceful when you sing!" He giggled, taking off Deceit's hat and ruffling his curls, much to the dark side's annoyance.

"Hey-! Ugh." He huffed, but a smile tugged at his lips. "...maybe I won't sing more often."