#yes that’s a reference to that one SandersSides video with his friends

[nottodaylogic]

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Summary: Roman can’t write kiss scenes and Logan tries to help: a prequel of sorts to the Logince Fluff Series! Dedicated once more to @sanders-sides-thuri and @today-only-happens-once aka the people who inspired this series in the first place!

Pairing(s): Logince 

A/N: self-control? Don’t know her. This entire series has literally only existed for us to write self-indulgent trope-y soft things, and this one’s no different haha :) 

Written with @shootingace , who agrees how ironic us writing this is because neither of us have kissed anyone, so OOPS buuuutttt I’m aro today SO YEAH

@hghrules @becca-becky @tinysidestrashcaptain I should really stop tagging y’all if you don’t like being tagged I’m sorry 

Hope you enjoy!

Roman frowned at his screen.

Their lips met.

They kissed.

They did whatever they did.

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He was being so productive.

He knew that a kiss fit here, and he knew that it was needed because the plot couldn’t go on without it. He just couldn’t get it to cooperate.

“Logan! I can’t get this to work!” Roman shrieked, flopping down on the table, laptop pushed to the side.

Logan looked up from his homework, glaring. “What is it? Can you not simply let me study in peace?”

“Kissing,” Roman groaned. “They need to kiss, but when I write it, it doesn’t seem realistic. If only I could kiss someone to figure out…”

“Roman, the hopeless romantic, wants to kiss someone for research purposes?” Logan rolled his eyes. “What a cliche.”

“I mean kind of! I just want to get this right!” A malicious grin spread on Roman’s face as he remembered Logan’s feelings about puns. “Right. Haha, get it? Cuz I’m writing?”

Logan looked at the sky, exasperated beyond belief. “Yes, I can see the pun, Roman. That does not mean it is remotely funny.”

“Aww, c’mon, admit it, Bore-ena Ravenclaw, you think I’m hilarious.”

A light blush spread across Logan’s cheeks. “Maybe so, but I’m not going to admit it. Your ego is already big enough.”

“Wow.”

Logan scooted closer to Roman. “What seems to be the issue with your characters?

Roman gestured to his laptop, pointing out the part where the trouble lay. “I just… when I try to write them kissing, it doesn’t seem right. It doesn’t really fit or flow.”

Logan tilted his head. “Can you not just make them kiss?”

Roman threw his arms to the heavens and let out a sound of exasperation. “I wish! But it doesn’t work that way! Otherwise it doesn’t feel right, you know?”

“No, I do not. You’re the author here, Roman. I am simply attempting to do my homework here.”

“Of course I am!” Roman flipped his hair and sighed. “It’s just that I don’t know how to fiiiix it! It’s so frus—”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Oh, come here.”

“What?”

“Come here,” Logan repeated. “I can help you.”

“How?” Roman whined. “It’s hopeless.”

“Must I spell out everything for you? You can kiss me, idiot.”

“Wait, what—”

Logan slid an arm around Roman’s waist, pulling him close, and rested a hand on his cheek. His heart stopped while also beating faster than possible. His mind raced. Every gosh darn cliche he’d ever heard of was in his brain, in his bones, and somehow this was the exact same, yet also so different. “Is this okay?”

Roman could only nod.

And then Logan’s lips were on his and it was soft and gentle, and he couldn’t breathe.

It was everything he imagined.

It was something that he could never have dreamed of.

“I hope that will be sufficient for your research, Roman,” Logan whispered, pulling back slightly.

“I… are you only kissing me for the research??

“No.” Logan didn’t elaborate.

“Then… why did you kiss me?”

Because you’re kind and funny and determined and unique and thoughtful and smart. Because I think I love you. Because if this was just you helping me with a story I think I might cry.

Logan adjusted his glasses, eyes not meeting Roman’s. He didn’t dare get his hopes up, but Roman had read fanfiction before. Lots of fanfiction. “Because, Roman, I think I might like you. Romantically, that is.”

Yes!

Roman cleared his throat. Yes, he was making this more needlessly dramatic than it had to be, but who cared? Not him. “Well, buddy, I have some good news for you.”

Logan still didn’t look directly at him. “Yes?”

“The feeling’s mutual.” Logan’s attention snapped directly to Roman. He opened his arms wide. “Congratulations. All this awesome stuff is yours to date.”

“Why do I like you?” deadpanned Logan.

“You love me.”

“Debatable.”

“A debate I’d totally win.”

“No, you would not. You don’t even know how to debate.”

Roman batted his eyelashes. “You could teach me.”

Logan shoved him, making Roman laugh loudly, startled. “Hey, Logan?”

Logan sighed. “Yes?”

“My characters are dating? And I can’t get it right? I just need someone to date me! For research purposes!”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Am I?” Roman teased.

Logan glared, grabbing Roman’s collar and pulling him towards him, their lips inches apart. “You better not be.”

“I’m not.”

Logan kissed him. “Good.”

—

Their lips met, and though there weren’t fireworks, it seemed like there should have been.

It was indescribable.

It was opposites.

Hot and cold. Gentle and fierce. Disorientating and grounding.

It didn’t make sense, yet somehow it did.

Spinning and twirling and calm.

Unbelievably calm.

Isaac melted, eyes closing as he dissolved into the person he might be in love with.

It could not have been more perfect.