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Rose Red

Summary: Roman finds out that Logan is color blind and decides to do something about it…

Ships: Def a lot of Logince. It can be seen as platonic or romantic, whatever you prefer.

Warnings: Nothing really, it’s mostly sappy and a bit of fluff. (Although there are a few curse words if you’re sensitive to that kind of language) I will admit that I don’t know much about color blindness so forgive me if the fic is a bit inaccurate. In fact, if you see something that’s inaccurate please feel free to tell me, I’d love to learn more about the subject to improve my writing so I don’t repeat my mistakes in future writings.

Word Count: 1764

(So this prompt was created by @untrustworthyglitch and I thought it was super AHH so I decided to write it :3) (another p.s. I’m kind of new at writing fics so SORRY IF IT’S NOT THAT GREAT I REALLY TRIED ;-;)

It was a typical Saturday for Logan. He woke up to the smell of Patton’s cooking and took a seat at the table across from Virgil and Roman. Patton, was, of course, cooking breakfast in the kitchen; Roman was fixated on his phone (taking an endless amount of selfies), and Virgil was hunched over in his chair playing on his 3ds. It was just an ordinary day like any other until…

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OTP Prompt: Voice reveal?

(Don’t ask)

Person A, C, and D, all chanting in a group voice chat at B: UNMUTE! UNMUTE! UNMUTE!

Person E: guys, shut the hell up, this is very stressful for them.

[Person A, C, D, and E all go dead silent when B finally unmutes their microphone]

Person E: …. B, it’s ok if you don’t want to talk, I get why.

Person B, softly and quietly: I-It’s ok, I’m just nervous–

Person A, distantly but very clearly: HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK I’M IN LOVE

Maybe call the cops? I mean I know the story seems implausible but you've got a bunch of very credible doctors right there, eye witnesses.

“I’ve been on the phone with a 911 operator since the mirror broke. They’re downstairs trying to overwrite the security system.” Jenna says quickly, her arm firmly around Christine.

“The reception is getting screwed too, Michael’s squip is taking over everything-” Christine is interrupted by a loud, horrible sounding scream.

Michael’s scream alerts half the floor. His squip is running contentious shocks through him as a attempt to stop the glass in his hand from moving to his neck. In the process of charging Michael with so much electricity, a fire is started when Michael backs against the metal support bar, that on the inside of the wall, is touching cables to the light switch.

A fuse blows out, the bathroom fills with smoke. Michael is once again, in the bathroom by himself.

from youtube !!

spideyjere for the soul

This ship is just loads and loads of them being fabulous. Logince as requested by @orderly-opaline (I hope this is satisfactory) Tag list: @the-incedible-sulk @jynxlovesluck @iassureyouicannotwrite @dreams-palette

Logince 4

4. “Is that my shirt?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Logan, who had been very keen on Roman not noticing the material he was holding, quirked an eyebrow as he held the garment closer to him.

“This isn’t a shirt,” Logan noted.

Roman leveled a look at Logan and smirked. “Fine,” he said, “Is that my sweatshirt?”

Logan looked down at the hoodie in his arms. It was very clearly Roman’s. If the redness of the material wasn’t a clear giveaway, then then golden crown on the breast was.

Still, though, Logan was determined to keep the hoodie in his hands. He just… felt rather embarrassed about actually telling Roman why.

Logan looked back up at Roman, who was still looking at him with that smirk and an expectant gaze. He felt himself flush and averted his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I was helping with the laundry. Patton claimed that he needed help, so I decided to-”

“Interesting,” Roman said, taking a step forward, “I believe I saw Patton finishing up laundry two days ago.”

“Well, yes, perhaps, but there was still more to do, so, if you’ll excuse me-”

However, when Logan began to attempt to sink out and go to his room and act  like none of this ever happened, Roman shook his head and just summoned him back up.

“No, no, no,” Roman said, his voice teasing. He took another step forward, now right in front of Logan. “I’m curious as to why you’re trying to escape with my sweatshirt. Is having me not enough? You need to steal my clothes, too?”

Logan frowned and looked away. “Don’t tease, Roman.”

“Teasing? Logan, I’m wounded.” Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see that Roman was beaming, obviously enjoying this. “I’m just trying to figure out why my wardrobe is being depleted. Are you growing tired of your current style? Honestly, I didn’t think you were a red guy, but I can probably help you find ties and shirts without you daringly taking from my closet-”

“No, it’s not that,” Logan interrupted. He sighed and looked down at the carpeting, holding the hoodie tighter against him. “I fear you’ll only make fun of me for the actual reason. It’s quite illogical and, really, rather stupid.”

Roman was silent for a moment before he gently tilted Logan’s head up so they were looking eye-to-eye again. The teasing smirk had left his face and was replaced by a look of concern. The softness of his gaze bored into Logan and, if Roman wasn’t having Logan look at him, he believed he would have caved under it.

Even after all this time, “softness” and “love” were still things Logan had to get used to.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman’s voice was gentle. “What is it? I’m sure it’s not stupid.”

Logan worried his bottom lip, his eyes flicking away again. “I believe it’s quite embarrassing, too.”

Roman sighed. “Logan, look at me.” When Logan finally obliged, he continued, “Whatever’s on your mind, I’m sure it isn’t illogical or stupid or embarrassing or anything else you’re going to try to convince me it is.” He flashed Logan a smile. “Now, what’s going on, darling?”

Logan huffed. “You have been going on many adventures in your realm lately,” he started, “And… and you’re usually gone for multiple days at a time. I thought that this-” he shifted the hoodie in his arms “-would help… quell any loneliness I would experience.” He rolled his eyes. “Honestly, it’s all rather embarrassing. I always know that I will see you again and I should not be taking your belongings to make myself feel more at ease when they are not mine to keep and-”

“Logan,” Roman cut in and Logan silenced himself, swallowing his nerves thickly. Roman gently traced Logan’s jaw with his thumb. “Keep the sweatshirt, okay?”

“But it’s not mine.”

“Was that going to stop you from taking it before we had this conversation?” Roman asked, smiling. Logan let out a quick laugh and shook his head. “Exactly. Keep it.”

“I-” Logan swallowed again and looked down at the garment. “Thank you, Roman.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Of course, my love,” he said, “And just know that I will always come back to you. I miss you too much to stay away for too long.”

Why Choose Him?

Anon asked: can you write something about michael getting a boyfriend and jeremy being super fucking jealous??

Haha, can I? I think absofuckinglutely. I fucking love this prompt

Jeremy wasn’t happy that he lost five bucks on a bet- the bet being who could get a boyfriend/girlfriend first. But as much as Jeremy kept telling himself he needed those five dollars to pig out on Doritos, there was something else putting a bitter taste in his mind.

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Loki and Dr. Strange?

Who is the restless sleeper? Loki

Who eats cereal for dinner? Loki

Who wears odd socks? Neither

Who reads more? They both read a lot

Who prefers a bath over a shower? Loki

Who can knit? Loki

Who has the weirder laugh? They both do

Who gets more jealous? Loki

Who sleeps with a teddy bear? Loki is Stephen’s teddy bear

Who still uses internet explorer? Loki

Who is the most sentimental? Although he’d rather be stabbed than  admit it, Loki

Who can play an instrument? Stephen

Who has the worst sense of direction? Loki, but that’s only because he’s not used to Midgard (well, at least that’s his excuse)

Who cooks breakfast? Stephen

Who is the early riser? Stephen

Logan: *sheds a single solitary tear* 

Roman: *protective prince mode activated* 

Roman: Who did it?! Who fucked with my star-spangled muffin?! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!