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rainconfettis · 6 years

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Obligatory Coffee Shop AU Part 2

Welcome back to OCSAU! The long name is really funny to me for some reason.

I have a real tag list now????? ahhhhhhh thank you all who were interested enough

Tag List: @virgilswritings @creative-robot @katatles-the-fish @margarethx @icecoldparadise @angst-patton

Part 1

“But that's all one, our play is done, and we'll strive to please you every day.” Logan watched as the clown finished his song and bowed, then waited for the curtains to close. This was his first time watching Roman perform, and although he had a few issues with Twelfth Night, he was blown away by how good Roman was. Shakespeare was well-known, considered the greatest play-writer of all time, so obviously Logan was going to read a play or two. Nothing, however, compared to seeing it acted out.

Logan waited by the stage for Roman. As he leaned against the stage, he watched the people file out. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed the play, and those who didn’t were dragged along by someone who did. He suppressed a laughed as two siblings bickered over which couple was the most compatible, before their mother interrupted them to stop them from obliviously running into the older couple in front of them. A few people behind them was a group of friends, animatedly talking about their favorite scene, including one where Roman saved the actress playing Olivia when she forgot one of her lines. Logan thought it was incredible how he interrupted her stammering with ease, not missing a beat or even slipping out of character. He made the crowd laugh with his exaggerated hand motions, which Logan assumed were to distract them from Olivia trying to hide her embarrassment.

He felt a tap on his shoulder, and smiled. “You did-” he turned to face Roman, but instead was face-to-face with a much shorter man. Despite the height, he had a confidence that said authority, and a smile reaching his eyes that said friend.

“You must be Logan! You're waiting for Roman right?” He paused to see Logan’s curt nod before continuing, “I'm his roommate, Patton. He's told me a lot about you.” and, like a suburban father, he lowered his glasses and gave an exaggerated wink. Logan wasn't sure whether that meant Roman actually had told him everything, or Patton was trying to flatter Logan. Either way, Logan smiled politely.

“That's reassuring. He’s interested enough to discuss me with his friends. That is how it goes, right?”

Patton laughed, and although it was rhetorical, he nodded, “Yes, Roman is very interested.”

“Roman can also tell him that himself.” Logan felt a rush of- well, something- go through him. He lifted his head to see Roman on the stage. While they were talking, he had changed out of his costume and into normal clothes, but he still had some makeup on. Although Logan wasn’t sure of all the names of makeup products, he knew it didn’t usually involve this much glitter. It didn’t detract from Roman’s natural radiance, however, so Logan didn’t mind.

As Logan was examining the way Roman’s arms and chest looked in his tighter-than-average shirt, Patton had started a conversation, and it supposedly included both Roman and him. “...down the street has those comfy seats and the good crunchy ice. But that’s just my opinion.” Patton was bouncing from foot to foot, and turned to look at him, “What do you think Logan?”

Logan, who still wasn’t sure what was going on, but could deduce what was going on, said “Yes, that sounds fine.”

Roman crouched down, placing one hand on the floor of the stage and then jumping off to be on the same level as the other two. Logan instinctively reached his arm out to catch Roman when he landed, wrapping his hand around Roman’s shoulder. Both of them froze slightly, still unused to the subtle touches, and Logan dropped his hand after a lingering moment. Patton pretended not to see, but was visibly faking it with an exaggerated looking the other way with one hand on his hip, the other fidgeting with his sweater, which at this point in the night was wrapped around his neck.

Roman fussed with a strand of hair that was currently falling into his eyes, but made a clicking sound with his mouth, “I think we should get going then. We can walk.” His eyes slid over to Logan’s, and he saw mischief in those light brown eyes, “Shall we?” he bowed, exaggerated and slow, then held out his arm, inviting Logan to take his hand. Logan rolled his eyes, but happily obliged, and Patton bounced in front of them, on his phone and leading the way out simultaneously.

The night was beautiful. There was a soft glow surrounding the three as they traveled a couple blocks down. Logan wasn’t very well-versed in this part of the city, but Roman took it upon himself to point out every location he’s ever frequented. Logan made note of the light tone the actor used to describe the frozen yogurt shop across the street, and he made a personal note to visit the bookstore a few buildings down from the theatre. Maybe if he visited Roman after rehearsals, or something unimportant like that, he could, possibly, wait there. Read something new. Like Whitman. Or Cervantes. Not that it mattered.

Roman pulled, bringing Logan out of his mindscape. Logan reached his hand up to readjust his glasses, a habit, and looked at the eyes of the one whose hand he was holding, tilting his head slightly and opening his mouth to form a question before realizing Roman was holding the door to a restaurant open for him, and was waiting for him to go inside. Logan smiled, and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ before walking in, refusing to let go of Roman’s hand and therefore pulling the actor in after him.

While he assumed Patton had skipped ahead to get them a table, it appeared that the energetic man wasn’t just third-wheeling. Logan watched as he scanned the room for less than three seconds, catching a glance of someone and immediately working his way over. Before moving to follow him, Logan shot a look at Roman, who wasn’t giving any indication of what was happening. He only looked resigned, and gently pushed Logan toward the table, since he was in front of Roman. Logan started moving, and as he got closer, he caught a glimpse of purple hair.

Coming up to the table, Patton was animatedly talking to a younger man. The most prominent features to Logan? The dark violet hair with black roots, the pale complexion, and the bags under his eyes that were actually darker than Logan’s own sleep deprived features. Or maybe that was eyeshadow. Upon further (and subtle) investigation, it was a mixture of bags and lightly applied eyeshadow that made his eyes seem very bright hazel. The rest of him seemed normal, a dark hoodie and black jeans.

Logan slid into the booth, pulling Roman in with him. It occurred to him then that they hadn’t stopped holding hands since the theatre, and took the opportunity of grabbing the menu to let go. Before he scanned the menu, he locked eyes with the man across from him, and politely waited until Patton stopped gushing about Roman’s play to introduce himself. He didn’t get the chance, however, as Roman interjected.

“Edgar Allen Woe, I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Logan. Logan, this is Patton’s friend.” Logan detected hints of pride when Roman introduced him, and it made his chest thump a little harder.

‘Edgar Allen Woe’ rolled his eyes and flipped Roman off, only stopping when Patton pushed his hand down, “I’m Virgil, actually. Fresh Prince of Nowhere likes to use nicknames regarding my more, as he would call it, ‘edgy’ appearance. Sorry you had to get stuck with him.” The words had no bite behind them, and Virgil and Logan smiled at each other.

“It’s alright, I’m sure I can learn how to deal with him, and I am well aware of the nicknames.” He glanced over to look at the subject of this conversation, who was content to be the subject, and repressed the urge to hold his hand once again.

The conversation would have continued had the waiter not come to take their orders, and when she left the conversation changed to whether breakfast food was better when at the time it should be eaten or when it shouldn’t. Patton and Logan thought it was best eaten in the morning, when it should, but Virgil and Roman, who had both just ordered breakfast foods, disagreed.

It stayed like this the whole night, light-hearted and open. Logan couldn’t believe this was his and Roman’s third date. It felt like a longer amount of time had actually passed. But, he thought, he was now meeting two of Roman’s friends, and they were much more knowledgeable about him than he was. He felt a pull, a longing, to be as close as they were. Not just with Roman, but the other two as well. Virgil was witty, and shared some similar opinions with Logan, and although Patton was completely opposite in personality, Logan admired the way he seemed to be the heart of the group.

And then there was Roman. Beautiful, outgoing, just a tad bit headstrong Roman. Logan never missed the way he would laugh, his eyes squinting and head thrown back. The way his hair continuously fell into his face, and he unconsciously combed it back with his hand every time. The way he checked on Logan to make sure he felt included in the group. Roman was someone he very much liked, and someone he wanted to continue liking.

After the dinner, Patton had Virgil drive him home. He said, and not too nonchalantly, that he wanted to give Roman and Logan some ‘alone time’. The pair wasn’t quite sure what they were supposed to do with that on the streets, on a Saturday night, with people everywhere, but they didn’t mind being alone. Roman once again took Logan’s hand, and they walked back toward the theatre where Roman’s car was. They didn’t speak, just listened to the noise around them. The people, the wind in the trees, and the cars. They were all an acceptable substitution for their own voices, in Logan’s opinion.

Roman drove Logan home. He was aware of where Logan lived from dropping him off after their second date, but he still needed Logan to guide him. Logan yawned as he stepped out of the car, checking his watch to see how late it was. It was late. He reached into his pocket to find his keys, and was vaguely aware that Roman was now out of the car, too. Pulling out his keys, he looked up and watched as Roman walked toward him, nervously. Logan smiled. He knew what the other was going to do. It’s been three dates, and each time, Roman was flustered and made excuses at the end of the night. Not that Logan minded. He believed in everything in its own time.

Apparently now was the time. Roman took hold of Logan’s hands, meeting eyes to be sure Logan didn’t mind, and leaned forward, pressing his lips softly against the other’s. Logan leaned down, tilting his head and relaxing into the feeling of Roman. Both were quite nervous, but when they broke apart, they grinned. Logan whispered, “You were amazing on stage. I didn’t tell you that yet, but you held my attention the entire time.”

Roman blushed, and scoffed a little, backing away enough to give them a little space, “You’re biased.”

“Well, that’s true.” Logan laughed, and Roman laughed with him. Logan placed his hand on Roman’s shoulder, and pulled him in for one more kiss, separating enough to whisper, “But you are insufferably attractive, so anyone would watch you when given the opportunity.” Roman sucked in a breath, and a smiled spread over his face, slowly, like he was dreaming.

They said goodnight then, and Logan made him promise to text him when he got home safe. When Logan got ready for bed, he pressed his fingers gently to his lips, and grinned. He was happier than he had been in a long time, and the reason was now texting him.

Home safe but you should be with me

Logan laughed and text back: Oh? A little confident after our first kiss, aren’t you?

R: I have an extensive collection of Disney movies that arent worth watching alone

L: Ah, so you’re using me to fill a space

R: That’s not all I’m using you for

L: That’s ominous yet flattering. However, I’m going to bed

R: Lame but understood

R: Gn xx

Logan took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart: Goodnight, love

#obligatory coffee shop au #ocsau #sanders sides #logince #logan sanders #roman sanders #human au #coffee shop au #someone also put in the tags they wanted this from logans pov #well i didnt know beforehand but i answered that wish

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rainconfettis · 6 years

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Obligatory Coffee Shop AU (Sanders Sides)

As promised, maybe a little later than planned, my obligatory coffee shop au that will probably be shortened to OCSAU

Part 2

Anyways tag list: @virgilswritings and @creative-robot you sweet sweet beans

Roman was tired of monotonous days. He was tired of living the same day-to-day life that he always did. He wanted action! He wanted excitement! He wanted passion. No one could deny him these basic rights. He was going to find his next thrill, and he knew his heart would lead him right to it.

He huffed out a breath, and when the bell rang, pushed his elbows off the counter. He straightened (heh) his uniform and called out, “Welcome to Royal’s Coffee and Treats.”, then turned to shoot a dazzling smile at the customer. This customer wasn't even looking at him. Which was for the best, because Roman almost choked.

In a pristine black button-up, a man strode toward the counter, glaring at his phone through his thick-rimmed glasses. Even though he looked irritated, Roman thought he was cute. And his distraction gave the barista the opportunity to admire.

By the time the mystery male was at the counter, Roman had successfully deduced that he was definitely around the same age, and intelligent, if Newton’s Principia Mathematica poking out of his bag was any indication. He finally looked up, locking eyes with Roman for the time it took him to utter the sentence, “Give me 30 seconds.” and succinctly moving them to the menu above Roman’s head. Roman tried to hold in a smile when he noticed the other’s warm brown eyes were a few shades darker than his own and stunning.

“Of course, fire when ready.” Roman winked, even though the other couldn’t see it.

“Please, I don’t have the authority to fire you. Only your boss does.” He responded simply, not even bothering to take his eyes off the menu. Roman wasn’t sure if that was a witty remark or completely serious. Nevertheless, he was willing to try.

“You sure could boss me around, though.” he shot back without missing a beat.

Finally, the stranger’s eyes landed back on the barista’s face, “Again, I’m not sure I’m qualified to.” He spoke with such a flat tone, but Roman’s heart flipped when he detected the slightest of smiles pull at his lips. So he was playing.

Roman gave him a dazzling smile, “Are you ready to order, or are you gonna scan me like that menu?”

This time when he winked, the stranger blushed, and couldn’t help but smile as he said, “Medium caramel latte, iced please.”

“One caramel latte for you. $6.50,” he said, pulling a cup off the stack beside him and waiting for the stranger to get out his exact change, of course, “and I will need your name.”

He looked up from getting the money out of his wallet, clearly confused, “Isn’t that a Starbucks thing?”

Roman whipped his head around quickly, then bent over the counter slightly and in the most fake whisper ever, said “Shhhhhhhh, you must never name that devil company in our authentic coffee house.” he then straightened (heh) up, and laughed, “Nah, we don’t do that, but I’d just like to stop referring to you as the ‘handsome stranger’.”

Again, a small smile, still not wide enough to show teeth, and he held out his hand to give Roman the money, “Logan.”

“Logan, exotic.” They both snorted at that, and Roman took the money from Logan, resisting the urge to do a cliche hands lingering moment, “I’m Roman.”

“Like the empire?”

“Like the empire.”

Roman turned to start the drink, shooting a glance toward the other customers as he did so. A regular was typing on their laptop, not even bothering to throw away the empty cups that are slowly piling up beside them. The other man didn’t seem to be busy with anything, but scrolled through his phone with haste nonetheless.

“So Newton is your fancy? I'm more of a Whitman and Cervantes guy myself.” Roman didn't bother looking back at Logan as he talked. He didn't want to mess this drink up. For this man, he was gonna make the perfect latte.

“Newton is an excellent scientist, yes, but I'm actually more interested in psychology. Pavlov, Skinner, and more modern ones.”

“Not Freud?”

Logan snorted, “Yeah, no. Freud was a garbage person. But the scientists who use his work to improve it? They're the interesting ones with something useful to say.”

Roman nodded, sticking that in his brain to sound smart later, and finished making the coffee. He put the lid on, swirled it for effect, and stuck a straw through, “I would have written my number on it to be cheesy, but it’s iced so it’s hard to do after the coffee is in it, and I didn’t think ahead of time to do so.” He looked up to meet Logan’s eyes, glad to see the other smiling back, “So I guess I’ll just wait for you to ask.”

Logan looked down at his coffee, and took a sip. He swished it around, to make a show of it, and smiled, “I’ll consider it, if it means I get another coffee like this.”

The words made Roman’s heart flutter. Of course, he’d been in a playful flirting match before. Just not like this. Logan was obviously intelligent, and obviously willing to play along, but with the looks and the brains, he was out of Roman’s league. The barista watched the man take his seat at one of the countertops facing him. He pulled out his laptop and shot Roman one more glance before starting to type. Roman had no idea what he was doing, but he could guess schoolwork or personal passion.

After Logan pulled out his laptop, a few more customers entered. He took care of their orders, taking “subtle” glances at Logan along the way, and catching him staring a few times. Once the last in line was cared for, Roman checked the clock and then leaned on the counter, placing his elbows on the surface and his chin on his palms. He cleared his throat to get Logan’s attention, and as soon as the other looked up, he batted his eyelashes, and said, “What are you up to?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop a smile, “I’m writing a critical review of Principia. Ten pages in currently.”

“Ten pages?” Roman pushed off the counter, and rushed into the back and through the door connecting the back room to the customer area, slowing his pace to stride over to Logan, “Ten pages?”

Logan laughed, “You do know that the Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica is over 900 pages long, right?” Roman’s mouth opened, and then closed, so Logan went on, “Ten pages doesn’t even cover the major theories he had. Of course, I don’t need to go into depth about the hypotheses that are incorrect, but it doesn’t hurt to cover them. I’m guessing I can shorten down what I’ve already written after I’m finished writing, then revise and maybe shorten it some more. After that it could be anywhere from twenty to thirty pages long.”

As he was babbling, Roman was distracted. Logan’s eyes lit up when he talked, and his hands started to gesture, compact and calculated even though it was unconscious. Roman thought it was adorable. He really did try to listen, but he was so impressed and overwhelmed by the idea that someone could write a thirty page book report that he realized how thoroughly smitten and screwed he was. This man was too good for him. This man was good.

So they talked until another customer came in, and talked when the customer left. Roman learned he was a double major in mathematics and astronomy-an odd combination-at the college about 15 minutes away. Roman told him that he was a theatre arts major at an online college, and also worked/volunteered (he only sometimes got paid, they’re a small theatre group) at the theatre downtown. Roman also learned that this nerd was a fan of many of Roman’s favorite shows, even though they disagreed on some of the theories and plot points, and that the more he learned about Logan, the more time he wanted to spend with him.

At the end of Roman’s shift, he was convinced to ask Logan out. He had to. So he greeted the person coming in for next shift and packed up his stuff, going as fast as possible to get to Logan. He pushed his way through the door and walked up to him, admiring the way his eyebrows came closer together when he was focused, and his lips pursed ever so slightly. He shook his head, and said, “Hey Logan, my shift is ending, so-”

“Would you like to go out sometime?” Logan looked up from his laptop after saying it, catching Roman’s eye just in time to see the barista’s face turn bright red.

“I-uh-you, yeah!” Roman burst out, and covered his mouth, taking a deep breath and not looking Logan in the eye until he could feel the heat in his cheeks diminish, “Yes, I was actually coming to ask you that.”

Logan grinned, and pulled out a pen, writing on a sticky note. He turned to Roman and handed him the sticky note. In near perfect (of course), blocky numbers, was Logan’s number, and his name. Once again, Roman’s heart fluttered, and he squeaked out a good-bye before promising to text.

He left the shop, grinning, and didn’t stop until he was safely inside his apartment. His roommate, Patton, wanted to know what happened, but Roman couldn’t comprehend the words to explain how incredibly lucky he got, so he just looked down at the number now saved in his phone, and choked out, “Cute boy. Date. Number.” and stumbled to his room as gracefully as he uttered the sentence. That night, he probably wouldn’t sleep, and if he did, he would be dreaming of certain boys and their big dumb books. His heart had lead him to someone thrilling, all right.

So apparently there might be a part two, because i felt there wasnt enough here to really be considered a finished storyline. I suppose I’ll do it if I get some positive feedback

#sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #logince #holy shit i almost forgot romans name i only wrote it a hundred times during this #obligatory coffee shop au #ocsau

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