12:25am

No smut today lads

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Deceit didn't know how he met someone like Patton that night in that specific bar. It seemed very out of place for the man who stood out in the crowd with his baby blue polo and light grey cardigan. He wasn't alone that night, he seemed to have been brought along by three men who all looked vastly different from the other - Deceit coined them as the nerd, the prince, and the emo.

The nerd and emo didn't leave their group as much as the Prince did - he seemed to be off whenever he could, grinding up against people on the dance floor, but whenever he returned to the group, emo would swat his arm and glare at him until prince showered him with kisses and apologies.

In a bar like this, it would be a surprise to not have at least someone touch you up - for someone as innocent as Patton, many men took an instant attraction towards him - each time someone began to chat him up, or dance with him, his friends would step in almost instantly. Nerd would simply stand between the two, glaring until whoever it was left them alone - emo would physically drag Patton away, all while snarling at the man who tried to touch him - Prince would use physical violence to get whoever it was away - instantly, everyone in the club understood whoever Patton was was off bounds, so they stayed away from the man who seemed naïve to the world around him.

It was a wonderful thing to see, but Deceit only caught glimpses, as he was thrown around a bunch of men like he was a toy, finding random strangers kiss and snake their hands across his body technically without his verbal consent - but he never pulled away. He was degraded their each day, spending so much time at that bar truly made him feel like nothing more than a worthless slut most of the time. He was told countless times he was only good for sex, and no one could ever love someone who had half of his face burnt, the remaining scars reminiscent of a snake.

Deceit hated it - Deceit hated...himself.

More than once he found himself crying in that bars bathroom, but never before had someone actually gone up to him and ask what was wrong. All until that night Patton and his friends walked into that bar, changing his life forever.

He didn't tell Patton what was wrong, but he definitely let him cradle him close as he sobbed and cried. He seemed to be so deep with tears he didn't think he would ever stop. Although, the bathroom wasn't too sanitary, so with the help of Patton and his friends, they all took Deceit to their shared home, allowing him to sleep in the guest room and hopefully feel better in the morning

He didn't, but that didn't mean his future mornings didn't get any better.

Patton gave him his number, Deceit never thought he would use it, but whenever he found himself in that bar, unable to get away, he would shoot Patton a text - not even five minutes later he was in the man's arms outside the building, being held like a distraught child; it was almost what he felt like. A lost child in need of someone, anyone to care for him.

Patton's friends didn't entirely trust him at first. He would lie, never telling them the full truth, and only talk to Patton when he needed help. They didn't realise Patton meant so much more to Deceit than he could ever express - Patton was the first person to care about him in ways he dreamed for, he was the first person to not stare at him like he wanted to use his body then and there, he was the first person Deceit found himself...falling for.

Deceit remembered the first time Patton cuddled him. So used to rough, cold hands he practically melted into a puddle when he was sat on his lap, two arms coiling around his waist, a happy smile gazing at him adoringly. It almost made him want to cry, for he forgot what it felt like to be in the arms of someone who cared - the last person to treat him like this was his mother, who unfortunately passed away when he was only young.

He couldn't believe his life had changed so drastically like it had. For so many years he was nothing more than a whore, basically. Letting people use him at bars, not finding it in him to actually settle down with someone - throughout the day he was a closed off, lying robot, getting on with his job all the while thinking about how his life could be so much better, and how jealous he was of people who had found true love.

Now? He wasn't jealous anymore. Because when he stared into Patton's eyes, he realised he had found what others talk so highly about - the right person. The person who you could truly be with forever.

His heart would swell whenever he was around Patton; a grin would break out across his face whenever the man would crack a joke.

One night they were laying in Patton's bed, just staring and talking. The cardigan-clod reached up to delicately stroke the scarred skin across Deceit's face. He wanted to roll away in embarrassment, but the feeling was something he didn't want to move away from. It was so...loving, and his eyes didn't hold any judgment, or disgust, instead curiosity, and awe. Awe? Why awe? It wasn't cool - the scars were horrifying, Deceit wondered how Patton was able to stare at him for so long without wanting to throw up.

"You're so beautiful"

Those three words stuck with him like super glue. Yes, insults from the past still washed through his mind on a daily bases, but that simple compliment meant more than anything to Deceit - Patton thought he was beautiful, the only opinion he cared about, and knowing Patton felt like this made him want to cover up his face less - in fact he used less and less makeup, until one day he arrived at Patton's house without any makeup at all, revealing the scar in it's entirety.

Virgil answered the door that day, but he didn't even look twice at the scar, instead inviting the man inside without even a small acknowledgment to the burn - it made Deceit feel normal, like he wasn't so different after all. In the beginning, it was very awkward around Patton's friends, but they all became used to him like he became used to them; they realised he only lied out of instinct, because he was frightened, he had trust issues and felt so much anxiety to the idea that they'd use something about him against him like others had in the past he couldn't will himself to tell the truth.

When he did begin to trust them, they all felt a sense of accomplishment. It took awhile; many, many long months of lies and avoided questions, but in the end, when Deceit opened up to them one by one, they all found it easier to call Deceit a close friend - because he was. Especially to Patton who never went a day without calling, texting, or at least visiting the man he was infatuated by.

Since becoming so close to Deceit, he never felt the need to go to bars again - if he were to, his friends wouldn't allow him to go alone, and if someone dared to touch him, or insult him like they had done in the past, they would all be first to defend him, either hurting the person who hurt Deceit (that was entirely Roman-) or growling out insults back until whoever it was left. (That was more Virgil's and Logan's style).

Deceit couldn't comprehend the feelings that would swarm through him whenever one would stick up for him. It was a foreign feeling, but he couldn't get enough of it. Surrounded by people who love him everyday was so overwhelming to the point Deceit found himself crying at random moments throughout the day if he just thought about his new friends.

The day Patton admitted his feelings for Deceit was the day he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Staring into Patton's glistening eyes that night was something he knew he would never forget. The cardigan-loving man looked so beautiful; perfect under the moonlight that shone high above them both. Deceit still talked bad about himself, and didn't have much self confidence - so being in a relationship with Patton was rocky in the beginning. He didn't think of himself as good enough, many times telling this to Patton, trying to make him find someone else, someone better.

But Patton never gave up, he had fallen for Deceit, no one else but Deceit. He wanted to cherish this man forever, and that's what he strived to do everyday. Deceit felt loved, his stone cold heart melted into a warm star that shone in his chest whenever he would see Patton - it seemed every time they would meet up, or talk over their phones, the butterflies would swirl and flap around in his stomach like it was the first time.

A little into the second year of knowing them all, Deceit finally followed with their requests and moved into their house. He would spend his days at work and come home to be greeted by his friends; not the lonely apartment he used to spend his hours in. At night, he would dress into black silk pyjamas with gold accents, brush his teeth and coddle his boyfriend close to his chest. In the morning, he would awaken to be in Patton's gentle grip, legs intertwined, heart filled with love.

The first kiss they shared was also something Deceit knew he would never forget. They were standing in their shared room, arms wrapped around the other in a long hug. When they pulled away, Patton glanced down at his lips and back up to his eyes, silently asking to do something he had wanted to do for so long, but Deceit was very hesitant and awkward with that side of relationships, seeing as he's been used so much in the past, it left deep emotional scars.

Although, gazing into Patton's eyes that were filled with warmth made him lean in himself and connect their lips in a kiss that was so soft, so..gentle Deceit buckled in his grip, falling into his body as their lips melded together perfectly. No tongues were needed, no passionate kissing was required, they were content in the others arms, lips pressed to the others - Deceit did enjoy being manhandled, and having rough sex but who knew being treated so tenderly could make him weak and create tears that sprung at the corner of his eyes.

Now, many years into their relationship, his life in the bar seemed like a distant memory. He couldn't remember half of the insults he would retain each and everyday; their hands were replaced by Patton's soft and caring touch, worshiping every part of Deceit's body that he could. The first few times they had sex was something different, something magnificent, it made Deceit never want to go rough again - Patton's hands caressing his body as he pleasured them both was something Deceit treasured.

In this moment, he was sitting on the carpeted floor in Patton's and his home, one of his three kids situated on his lap, sucking their small thumb while watching Patton and his two older siblings play a board game on the coffee table.

Even now Deceit sometimes worried that this was all a big dream, and he would wake up, but when the years slowly passed by, and his kids grew up to start families of his own, it was then he realised he was just...really lucky. Lucky to have been in that bar when Patton was, too. Lucky he let himself cry in that specific bathroom, lucky he allowed them to take them home.

Lucky he learned to trust the people he still loved to this day.

Now, laying in his bed, old and frail, with Patton laying right beside him, staring deeply into his multicoloured eyes, he found the same happiness he had felt for years relaxing through his body, calming down the butterflies he still felt to this day.

"I love you, Marshmallow" Deceit murmured the pet name he had used for Patton with comforting warmth, enough to make Patton's smile widen.

"I love you too, my Cobra" Patton responded, curling his finger across the faded scars across his face.

When the day arrived they both passed away, they were buried in the same grave, destined to spend the afterlife together. And that's what the did;

Their eternal love lasting forever.

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Old people make me cry- honestly, I could just...imagine and old person sitting on their porch, reminiscing about their childhood— or ohmygod I'm gonna cry- IMAGINE someone's sitting in their living room staring at a picture of tHEM AND THEIR FRIENDS FROM WHEN THEY WERE YOUNGER AND THEY'RE THE LAST ONES LEFT SHIT FUCK WHAT HAVE I DONE.

OR THEY WAKE UP ONE MORNING TO FIND THEIR PARTNER HAD PASSED AWAY BUT THEY DON'T CRY INSTEAD THEY KISS THEIR FOREHEAD AND CALL THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE THEY KNEW IT WAS HAPPENING AND THEY ACCEPTED IT LONG BEFORE- ICANTSOBPEOPLEARESLEEPING

or they're just...alone. Oh my god nO- fucking imagine they're sitting in the hospital room talking to the nURSE BECAUSE THEY KNOW NO ONE WILL SHOW UP IN THEIR LAST DAYS SO MIGHT AS WELL RECALL THEIR DAYS OF PRIME RIGHT!?!?

I can't Ohmygod. What have I done. What am I doing.

I can't. The idea of someone remembering their childhood—why does it make me cry. I can just see someone with a picture frame in their frail fucking hands with tears in their eyes staring at the friends they haven't seen in years- that's what gets me. Just. Fucking. Just the idea of them wondering what their friends are doing, not knowing if they're alive or dead, but just sharing memories of childhood - when they used to run around in the play parks, and spend nights over each other's houses - but then having to pass away without knowing what happened to them in the end.

It wrecks me inside. I am a mess. I'm gone. I can't. This. This is too much. Old people. Let me hug you. What the fuck.

Or just someone who's been through so much can finally have some peace———fuckfuckfuckduck I NEED TO GO B Y E.

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