Sanders Sides ONE SHOTS

Sharing Clothes • Logicality

This one's just pure fluff. I absolutely adore the idea of Logan and Patton sharing clothes.

Warning:
- A tiny bit of swearing
- Slight mentions of gore

Logan and Patton are the KINGS of sharing clothing. They share clothes so often that they don't even divide their closet with one person's clothes on one side and the other person's clothes on the other, they just mix everything together and pick out whatever they feel like wearing every day.

There have been more instances than Roman or Virgil care to admit where they've called Patton "Logan" or Logan "Patton" because of how often they wear each other's clothing.

The first time it had happened, Logan was in the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee while catching up on some work while he was wearing Patton's iconic blue polo shirt, and Roman had come waltzing into the kitchen moments later, asking who he had presumed was Patton where his usual cat hoodie is.

It not-so subtly scared the ever-loving shit out of Roman when Logan's deep, monotonous voice echoed through his lips instead of Patton's high, bubbly tone.

"It's with Patton," Logan had replied with slight humour laced in his voice. The slight shit-eating smirk that graced Logan's lips at Roman's shock said everything.

The first time Virgil had experienced the fright of hearing the wrong voice come from the wrong appearance was when Patton had deliberately attempted to scare Virgil by wearing Logan's usual black polo and iconic dark blue tie, and sneak up on the poor anxious facet while he was watching a horror movie.

Patton had used the power of rising up anywhere to his advantage to move forward with his plan. The moral facet had risen up behind the couch, where Virgil was lounged in a very precarious position that seemed a little uncomfortable. Patton shrugged it off as he watched some poor dude have a fencepost impaled through his chin. He shivered at the sight, but ultimately avoided eye contact with the screen, strictly focusing on Virgil.

Once he had successfully crept up to the back of the couch, he spoke up softly.

"Kiddo?"

He saw Virgil flinch in surprise at the voice, hastily swiping the remote and pausing the movie, shuffling to look behind him.

"Yes Pa- the fuck?!"

Patton couldn't keep the mischievous smile off of his face when Virgil's eyes widened in complete and utter confusion and fright as he saw what wasn't Patton, but Logan, or so it seemed.

"Jesus! You scared the fuck outta me, Logan! How did you do that? How did you manage to sound exactly like Patton?!" Virgil exclaimed as he held his palm to his chest, using the other to push himself back onto the cushions from nearly falling onto the ground when he was frightened.

"Logan? Logan's upstairs, kiddo. There's nobody else here but me, the one and only Patton!" Patton announced cheerfully, snickering as Virgil blinked in disbelief, almost trying to process an unimaginable event happening right in front of him.

"You-wha-huh?"

"I wanted to come ask you if you would be interested in helping me cook dinner tonight," Patton smiled, feigning obliviousness to Virgil's clear confusion painting his features.

It took Virgil an embarrassingly long time to figure out that Logan and Patton share clothes.

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"Hey, Lo?" Patton called softly.

"Yes, Patton?"

"How do I look?!" The moral facet asked his boyfriend enthusiastically, spinning around on his heel to reveal his most recent outfit that adorned his slim body. It was nothing too new to Logan, seeing as Patton wears his ties quite often. This time, Patton was sporting his own blue polo with Logan's dark blue tie, paired with a pair of Logan's navy blue jeans. On his head perched one of Patton's own pastel flower crowns. Logan had to admit, Patton looked absolutely astonishingly precious.

"The tie blends in with the shirt," Logan pointed out, making Patton giggle with an agreeing nod.

"Yeah, but, the tie reminds me of you," Patton admitted for what seemed like the millionth time in the past week, idly playing with the piece of fabric between his fingertips. Logan chuckled gravelly at the statement.

"I would assume that you wouldn't be too worried about ever being too far away from me, seeing as we live in the same mind."

"But sometimes you're busy with Thomas! And I get lonely!" Patton pouted, taking steps closer towards Logan, who was sitting on the foot of their bed.

"You could always join us," Logan suggested, grabbing his own tie wrapped around Patton's neck and pulling the cheery trait to sit on his lap, kissing him gently.

"Yeah, but, I need to take care of Virgil."

"I think that Virgil's perfectly capable of taking care of himself," Logan brushed a strand of hair out of his boyfriend's eye.

Patton shrugged. "Eh, I dunno. One thing's for sure, though: you sure look cute with my hoodie wrapped around your shoulders," Patton smirked playfully at Logan's taken aback expression, seemingly baffled by the sudden shift in topics.

"F-falsehood," Logan stuttered; Logan never stutters!

Patton smiled triumphantly as a blush dusted over Logan's cheeks, making the nerd duck his head into his own shoulder in an attempt to hide the heat forming over his face.

"Yes! I made the ever stoic Logan blush!" Patton cheered, grasping Logan's face gently and tilting it back up to face him.

Patton presses a quick kiss to Logan's lips before stating;

"We sure do look cute in each other's clothes."

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I really don't have anything to close this with to be honest

See all of you guys, gals and non-binary pals in the next one!