#shoutout to those teens i salute you

[baklavagyna]

one time in target i was just looking at random shit with my mom and these two alt/goth teens came up to me and literally said “umm you look really cool right now…” and giggled and walked away and. i couldnt believe how it felt like a scene out of a teen movie or something. my mom just stood there like what the hell even was that

#i said thank you but didn’t have any other response because i was so caught so off guard #i want even wearing anything special either i literally just had on a black sweater and black leggings. #shoutout to those teens i salute you

[maple-keenes]

“it’s your turn to make dinner” but with logince?

prompt: 39, “it’s your turn to make dinner”

pairing: logince

requested by: anon

word count: 1103

trigger warnings: homelessness, there might be cursing, 

a/n: special shoutout to @ilovemygaydad for helping me come up with the idea for this!!!

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Roman twisted the bracelet on his finger round and round, focusing on the way it moved. He’d been sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the alley wall for a few hours now, mindlessly flicking through a newspaper and letting his brain wander elsewhere. It was another day of wishing he wasn’t there anymore and contemplating why he’d been put on this earth, also known as most of the days Roman experienced.

He’d been living on the streets since he was around 17 when his parents kicked him out for being gay, and New York City, the city where he used to think he was going to live his dreams in, became his own personal hell. 

There was a homeless shelter down the street from his usual alley where Roman often went if he was in desperate need of food, especially because it was a homeless shelter for gay youth and so they were kind enough to continue helping him out even after he had turned 18. 

So he picked himself up off the sidewalk and walked down the street, ignoring the pangs of hunger shooting through his body. The Lower Manhattan Center for Homeless LGBT Youth, while quite a mouthful, and also not a real place, was decent. Those who volunteered there were nice, and Roman liked to help out as best he could to repay them for keeping him safe. 

Roman pushed open the door shyly and was immediately met with a wall of noise from the volunteers who were working to get lunch ready. 

“Ro-ro!” One of the teens (a nonbinary kid named Remy) called, throwing their arms around him. “Are you here to sing with us again?” 

He smiled. “I wish, but you know Miss Riley is gonna kick me out if I spend too much time here again. I’m too old for this place now.”

A young man strode over briskly, and Remy promptly broke the hug. “Er, sorry Mister Logan. It’s just nice to see Roman here.” 

The young man (Logan?) smiled softly. “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. There’s a couple things ready if you’re hungry, Remy. I…” He gave Roman a once over, and Roman felt his heart skip a beat when their eyes met. “I’m going to talk to Roman here for a second.” Remy nodded and rushed off.

Roman bit his lip. “I can leave. I usually just hang out to get some food.” 

“You’re… really hot,” he blurted out, and Roman laughed a little bit. “Er, I meant to ask what you’re doing here. You do look a little older than the normal clientele.” 

“I just said -” 

Logan held up his hand. “I’m not going to make you leave. I am, however, going to… offer you a job of sorts.” 

“A job?” Roman tried, and failed, to disguise the excitement in his voice. “Logan - that is your name, right - I’ve never even seen you before. You don’t know me at all.” 

“It’s not a real job, but it could be. You sang to those kids the other day while I was here, and it was gorgeous, Roman,” he said, “and I think you should volunteer here full time. And I… well, I think you’re rather attractive, as you could probably tell by my outburst. I want to spend more time with you.” 

He shook his head. “I can’t make a job out of volunteering! They’d never let me. And I still wouldn’t be getting paid and I’d still be on the streets.” 

Logan shrugged. “I could run some statistics for you. I think you’re a good enough singer to go to a couple auditions and start making money.” 

“I don’t know, I doubt anyone would take a trans gay homeless man off the streets. I think I just want to finish high school and try and get a degree.” Roman frowned. “I wanted to be a music teacher before… everything.” 

“Promise me you’ll at least consider it? Working here?” he asked, looking at Roman hopefully. “I think it’ll be good for you.” 

Roman sighed. “I… “ he trailed off, noticing the look in Logan’s eyes. “Yeah. I’ll think about it.” 

Seven months pass, and Roman is using Logan’s laptop in the back room of the shelter to finish his diploma online. He knows not everyone he’s met like him is not so fortunate, and so he keeps helping out at the homeless shelter to try and help these kids find something to keep them going. He wants them to be okay. 

Two more fly by and Logan and Roman go out on their first official date and share a kiss at the end that rivals all romance movies. In another two, they’re boyfriends like no other. 

A full year has passed since the offer and he’s graduating high school and as they celebrate, Logan grabs his wrist and whispers “I love you” into his ear and Roman just about cries. 

Another year passes and Roman is enrolled in community college and living with Logan. 

Roman’s life is full of snapshots like this, moments that make him remember that he’s the luckiest man on Earth. 

He’s sitting on the sidewalk again, but this time it’s in rural New York and he’s watching his adopted son, Patton, play in the street with their teenager, Virgil. Patton is insisting that Virgil push him on his tricycle and the other kid is adamant that he can do it by himself. 

Roman and Logan have been married for three years, and they have three kids, Patton, Virgil, and Thomas, who has decided that he wants to bake a cake for dessert and is preparing it currently. 

He forgets, sometimes, how he got this far, teaching music at a local high school, but he looks at his life now and Roman can’t help but know that he was always meant to be right here, in this moment. 

“Honey?” Logan called from the doorway, “It’s your turn to make dinner. Thomas is almost done frosting the cake and I promised the kids mac’n’cheese tonight!” 

“So you’ve screwed me over is really what you’ve done since you know I’ve got no clue how to make that the way you do,” Roman responded, laughing as he picks Patton up and bounces him on his hip. 

Patton gasped. “Dad, Papa said a bad word!” 

“Look at my husband, such a horrible influence on the kids,” Logan says, shaking his head. “Virgil, put away the trike, will you?” 

They salute him and Roman has to stifle a giggle. “Yes, Dad!” 

This is what his life is now, and it is absolutely perfect.

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