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Prompt:“It’s six am, you’re not having vodka.” - @justanormalfoot

Pairings:RomanticLogince

Genre(s):fluff, AU/human AU

Word Count: 975

a/n:after a long start to my school year, i’m back and working on prompts! Thank you guys so much for being so patient with me and for giving me so much inspiration.

after they requested this one, foot wrote their own interpretation of it, as well! here’s their analogical version if you wanna go check it out :)

so let’s jump right into it, shall we?

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When Roman went through heartbreak, he became an emotional mess.

This was not convenient, considering he fell fast, hard, and often. It was even more inconvenient for Roman’s roommate, Logan.

The amount of times Logan had come home from his day at his internship to see Roman sobbing on the couch was reaching ridiculous heights, especially considering they’d only been rooming together for eight months. The first time was exceptionally awkward - Logan had ignored Roman completely, not knowing what else to do, but soon realized this only resulted in Roman breaking down even more. After a while, they settled into a routine - Logan would grab ice cream from the fridge and toss it to Roman, throwing on a tv show. No words would be said until the next morning, when Roman would spill everything about the guy he was either crushing on or dating before whatever incident occurred that resulted in Roman’s heartbreak.

Though it was quite annoying, it taught Logan a kind of empathy he’d had yet to experience. Logan was not the most in-touch with his emotions as some people were. But after heartbreak after heartbreak of Roman’s, Logan was able to figure out the right way to listen, talk, and comfort Roman at the right time, a great accomplishment for him.

This heartbreak, however, was different.

Logan had come home to see Roman on the couch, sobbing, as usual. But when Roman looked up and saw Logan, he scrambled up and ran away to his room. Logan went to try to knock on the door, but the only response was a half-sobbed “Go away”.

An unusual occurrence. This one must have been particularly bad.

With the exception of that thought, Logan didn’t particularly think much of it. He gave Roman privacy all night. The crying eventually stopped, and everything seemed fine.

Until the next morning, when Logan was awoken at 5:35 am to a giant crash.

He ran out to their family room to see the pieces of what used to be a glass vase laying on the hardwood floor. Leaning on the opposite wall from the vase was an anguished Roman, his face buried in his hands.

Logan froze for a quick second before sighing. He grabbed a broom and a dustpan, swept the mess up, then threw it in the trash before turning back to Roman. “Mind explaining what’s going on here?” he asked as gently as possible.

Roman suddenly went from quiet to bursting loud, storming to the kitchen. “Everything’s fine, absolutely fine. I totally don’t have a completely unrequited crush that could never, ever feel the same way about me. Nope, not at all,” he snapped.

Logan raised an eyebrow and followed him. “Well, then, there shouldn’t be a problem, should there?”

Roman groaned and banged his head against the cabinets. “It’s sarcasm, nerd.”

“Ah. My apologies. You’ve been spending time around Virgil lately, I assume.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Roman turned around and moved to look at the ceiling, sighing. An uncharacteristic expression resided on his face, half scornful, half pained.

“Well, have you told said crush how you feel towards him?” Logan began, moving to lean against the counter on the opposite wall from Roman. “Perhaps your, quote unquote, ‘unrequited crush’ isn’t unrequited at all.”

Roman’s face switched to an anguished, hopeless, lovesick look. “I doubt that’s true,” he whined. “He’s so intelligent and sweet and he doesn’t always know quite what to say but he tries anyways and it’s so cute when he does so and I just, ugh.”

Before Logan could construct an adequate response, Roman grabbed a bottle of vodka sitting on the counter, staring at it inquisitively for a few seconds. Then, to Logan’s dismay, he moved towards the cabinet where the glasses are kept.

“No.” Logan sprung into action, hurrying to block the cabinet. “Roman, it’s six am. You’re not having vodka.”

Roman opened his mouth to respond, but Logan quickly yanked the vodka away. He began to turn and set the vodka down. “This isn’t an argument, Roma—”

Logan was interrupted by a sudden pair of lips on his.

Oh.

At first, he didn’t move, shocked by the entire situation. Just when he was getting a grasp on exactly what was going on, Roman pulled away and started to run back to his room.

An instinct in Logan took over. “Wait.”

The men both freeze and Roman slowly turned back around.

It was Logan’s every intention to set the vodka bottle - the one he was still holding - down on the counter and then have an actual discussion about what the hell just happened.

What he actually did was that he grabbed Roman by the front of his sleep shirt and yanked him in for another kiss. Roman smiled into the kiss, and the vodka bottle crashed to the kitchen tile.

Logan pulled away. “I’m gonna have to clean that up—“

Roman groaned playfully. “I’ll do it, nerd.”

With another kiss and another smile, Roman walked over to pick up the dustpan and broom. He left Logan leaning against the wall with a dazed look on his face.

“So, are we like, a thing now?” he stammered out, wanting to slap himself in the face for how he was acting.

Roman turned away from where he was cleaning the mess and gave Logan a smirk. “Do you want to be?”

“I—” Logan’s brain seemed to have crashed.

Error. Logan.exe has stopped working.

Even so, something in him was screaming yes yes yes.

“I, um, yeah. Yes.” Logan cleared his throat and forced himself to stand straight up.

Roman’s smirk grew. He finished sweeping up the mess and dumped it in the trash can. “In that case, be ready at seven tonight.”

Then he sauntered over to his room and shut the door, leaving a stunned Logan behind him.

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