Person A is from an alien species that transfers elaborate memories, with feelings and opinions and such, into each other’s heads, that is frequently used to share hyperfixations with loved ones as a sacred form of bonding. Person B is a neurodivergent human who has been made insecure about their hyperfixations and is doing a cultural exchange program on Person A’s planet.
dictatious, blinky, miss janeth, and draal are teachers
barbara is a graduate of the medical program, and is now one of the top troll doctors on the surface
strickler is the dean of admissions (who may, or may not have used his connections to push through jim’s application just so he could finally wander around his girlfriend’s house in his underwear without fear of teenage retribution)
Warnings: food mention, the rest is pure unadulterated fluff y’all
Notes: Remember that Logince student exchange fic I wrote some months ago? Here is a little missing moment from Logan’s year abroad -you can read it as a stand-alone, but I suggest reading the OG fic anyway for some more fluff and various gay shenanigans.
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Day 1 & 2 (you’re here) || Day 3
Roman slides down the kitchen’s floor, grabbing the wooden spoon to gently stir the boiling sauce. He grins as he lets the different aromas filling the kitchen wash over him, turning slightly down the heat under the pot as he hums along whatever song is currently playing from his phone.
“It smells amazing in here,” comes a voice from behind him, an all-too-familiar pair of arms wrapping around his waist.
Roman’s grin widens, happiness blooming in his chest as he puts down the spoon in his hands to turn around and properly greet his boyfriend.
“Hello, luce dei miei occhi,” he says, pecking the others on the lips.
“Salutations,” Logan chuckles, a tired smile on his face as he sags into Roman’s arms, “what are you cooking?”
“I’m making lasagna for dinner,” Roman answers, “how did your classes go today?”
“Rather well,” Logn answers, fighting back a yawn, “it has just been a long day. I’m glad to be home.”
Home.
Roman’s heart flutters in his chest, love and warmth filling his insides until all he can feel are the butterflies in his stomach and Logan’s voice resonating in his head -it’s not the first time his boyfriend refers to their shared apartment as “home”, but it still makes Roman’s heart like it could burst in his chest at any given moment.
“Bentornato a casa, amore mio,” Roman murmurs on the other’s lips, leaning down to kiss him.
“Sap,” Logan says when they separate, hiding his flaming face in the crook of Roman’s neck.
“Your sap,” Roman hums, holding him close and swaying gently from side to side.
“I love you,” Logan whispers, his voice reaching Roman’s ears like a gentle breeze on a summer afternoon.
“I love you too,” Roman answers, voice thick with emotions as his hold on Logan tightens imperceptibly.
Beside them, the sauce keeps bubbling, and soon it’ll demand their attention -but for now, everything falls away, the entire world disappearing until there’s nothing but them, holding onto each other and wishing the never had to let go.
(Later, when the lasagna is made and they’re sitting down for dinner, they’ll chat the evening away, talking about nothing and everything with their hands interlocked over the table.
“That reminds me-” Logan will say between bites of delicious lasagna- “did you find a solution for next year? I know you, and I quote, don’t want to share your home with anyone but me, but unfortunately, I will still be back in America and you will still require a roommate.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Roman will wave his concerns away, a mischevious glint dancing in his eyes, “I have a few ideas.”)
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Translations:
“Luce dei miei occhi.” => “Light of my eyes”
“Bentornato a casa, amore mio.” => “Welcome home, my love”
With This Dream, I Inflate (Painted Skies In My Brain)
Pairing: Logince, Sleepxiety
Characters: Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy Sleep Sanders, Dr. Emile Picani (mentioned)
Words: 2.631
Warnings: Some homesickness at the beginning (not major, but it’s there), swearing, nothing else I can think of
Notes: I am incredibly late, but finally @adultmorelikeadolt ‘s birthday fic is done!!! Happy very belated birthday Rem!!!
I started this fic three weeks ago, fully convinced this was gonna be a short thing... I never learn, do I? Nonetheless, I’m proud of how it turned out, and I’m 99% sure this is getting a second part because I just fell in love with this AU
Thanks to my amazing beta @tigertigertigger who makes sure the English language doesn’t kick my ass to the moon and back, you’re the absolute best
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(P.s. Since Roman is Italian in this fic, translation for those few Italian expressions he uses can be found at the end of the fic!!)
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When his best friend wins a scholarship for a one-year exchange in Europe, Virgil doesn’t think much of it.
Logan is incredibly smart, without a doubt the most gifted student their college has to offer -and he’s double majoring in Astrophysics and Chemical Engineering, so that’s no small feat.
So yeah, he’s not surprised when Logan -who’s also his roommate, since they’re both broke, caffeine-addicted college students- gets home one evening, a strange envelope in his hands, and announces he has been given the so agonized scholarship. Virgil simply raises an eyebrow at the barely-concealed look of relief in the other’s eyes, mumbling a smug “I told you so” accompanied by the best shit-eating grin he can muster and finger guns.
Their third roommate, on the other hand, is a totally different story.
Patton basically throws himself at Logan, squealing in delight while rambling about how proud he is. He then insists on celebrating, and they end up having an impromptu movie night, complete with pizza and a batch of Patton’s infamous cookies -which end up in Logan’s stomach after not even an hour, for the hidden amusement of his two roommates.
After that, it’s a blur of finals to take, forms to fill and planning to get done -because it’s Logan we’re talking about, and Virgil’s pretty sure he’s already got at least half of his year abroad panned out.
Before they know it, the semester has come and gone and they’re standing in the middle of the airport, Patton bawling his eyes out on Logan’s shoulder while basically smothering him in a hug. Virgil limits himself to an amused smile, to which Logan answers with an exaggerated eye-roll -even him, always the logical, can’t really hide the fondness in his eyes as he tries to calm Patton enough to at least be able to breathe properly.
Logan’s parents watch from afar, letting the boys have their moment. Then, the intercom calls Logan’s flight, and it’s time for the very last goodbyes.
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It takes them a while to adjust.
Patton and Virgil, now being each other’s only roommates, work to find a new routine that doesn’t have a Logan-shaped hole in it -easier said than done, that’s for sure.
As for Logan, well, his first weeks are a jumble of moving in, unpacking boxes, visiting the campus to get accustomed with his new surroundings and figuring out his new schedule -not considering the quite influent change of time zone, which takes him a while to get used to.
But the three of them are nothing but determined, and it doesn’t take them long to figure out a somewhat solid schedule for video calls that doesn’t force any of them to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn or staying awake until some ungodly hour of the night.
With this system put in place, it’s certainly easier to deal with the distance. They’ve never been separated for so long, their trio having been an integral part of their life since middle school. It’s hard for all of them, even if Virgil often tries to brush it off and Logan downright does everything he can to ignore it.
It helps more than they like to admit, having somebody like Patton in their group. He barely conceals his feelings, openly expressing them and giving both Virgil and Logan a chance to talk about their own emotional conundrums without directly addressing them.
And so another year comes and goes, they’re juniors in college, Virgil has somehow gained a boyfriend who’s more caffeine-addicted than him, and Logan is finally, finally home.
Everything’s fine, right?
Not quite.
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“Look!” Virgil whispers, shaking the person sitting next to him, “he’s doing it again!”
Remy grumbles, raising his head from its place on the desk to glare at his boyfriend, “what is it now?”
“It’s Logan!” Virgil explains, gesturing to the boy sitting a few rows in front of them. Remy doesn’t get what all the fuss is, really. Logan looks pretty normal to him, sitting straight -the only straight thing about the guy, probably- as he seems to be diligently following the ongoing lecture. How does he even do it anyway? It’s just so boring, the teacher has been talking incessantly for more than an hour now and the only thing Remy wants to do is take a fucking nap-
“He’s using his phone-” Virgil keeps going, completely oblivious to his boyfriend’s wandering thoughts- “and he’s texting someone!”
Well, now that Virgil has pointed it out, Remy can see the corner of Logan’s phone peeking out from between his notes. Huh, that’s strange.
“Wait just a sec, how do you know he’s texting? I can barely see the phone as it is, let alone guess if he’s actually using it or not.”
“That’s because you’re exactly behind him, idiot,” Virgil grumbles, eyes still fixed on his best friend’s back, “he’s got an app open, I can’t tell which one exactly but it’s definitely for texting. I’ve known Logan since middle school and he’s never used his phone in class, not once. What the hell?”
“Chill, Vee,” Remy yawns, settling his head back on the desk, “ maybe he’s finally loosening up a little. It sure as hell looks like that year abroad was good for him, uh?”
Virgil mutters something unintelligible under his breath, clearly still displeased, but he knows he really can’t, in good conscience, dispute Remy’s claim.
Because it’s obvious that, while it can't be denied that the previous year has been a stressful time for all parts involved, the Logan who has come back is different from the Logan they said goodbye to, that day at the airport.
It’s not a bad change, per se.
He’s just- softer, around the edges. He looks calmer, more perceptive of the world around him. His temper seems to have subsided -for the joy of literally everyone, doesn’t matter what Patton says- and he’s obviously much more patient.
He looks… content, Virgil thinks that’s the word he’s looking for. And that’s a good thing, don’t get him wrong! But no one can deny that Logan has changed, and change isn’t exactly something Virgil works well with.
It scares him because Logan has been a constant in Virgil’s life for almost as long as he can remember and now he’s different, somehow.
But he also looks happy, so Virgil just deals with his anxious discomfort, because he sure as hell won’t be the one taking that away from Logan.
He just wishes his best friend would tell him what the hell is going on.
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When they’re finally let out of the lecture -for the immense joy of Remy, who had immediately dashed out of his seat and yelled “Starbucks time, bitches!!” before bolting out of the door- Logan is obviously still in whatever conversation he has been keeping up for most of the class, checking his phone every few minutes.
The two of them are standing near some benches across from the science building, waiting for Patton to get out of his last class. It’s the perfect opportunity to ask Logan who exactly he’s talking to, but alas, anxiety is a bitch and it very much likes to make Virgil’s life a living hell.
So Virgil resigns himself to standing in silence beside his friend, wallowing in his curiosity as he begrudgingly watches Logan text the mysterious person with a strange smile on his face -which only makes Virgil more curious because he’s never seen Logan smile like that before, damn it, and he just wants to understand what the fuck is going on.
“V, Lolo!” Patton’s voice startles them both out of their thoughts, giving Virgil half of a heart attack and making Logan almost drop his phone.
“Hey, Popstar.” “Salutations, Patton.”
“Sorry, I’m late,” Patton giggles, quickly approaching the two, “Dr. Picani got us so invested in today’s lecture, we all forgot to check the time!”
“Lucky you,” Remy grins, coming up behind Virgil and draping an arm over his shoulders, “our lecture was so boring I slept through most of it.”
Virgil -who really doesn’t like getting startled every five minutes, thank you very much- turns around and punches his boyfriend’s arm, glaring.
“Ouch!” Remy yelps, fumbling with his coffee, “What was that for?!”
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before sneaking up on me like that, asshole,” he grumbles, “also, you always sleep through our lectures.”
Cue the Offended Gay Noises™, completed by Remy dramatically draping himself over his boyfriend. “The slander! The Betrayal!”
“Stop being a drama queen, you know I’m right. And get off of me!”
Patton watches the two bicker with a smile on his face, far too used to their antics to be worried.
“Ah, young love,” he sighs dreamily, “they’re just too cute, right Lo?”
Logan, however, seems to be completely unaware of what is happening. He’s frowning at his phone as if it has somehow offended him, typing message after message at an alarming speed.
“Logan?” Patton calls, trying to catch the other’s attention, “you okay?”
“What?” Logan startles, his head shooting up in confusion, “oh, my apologies Patton, I was not paying attention.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Patton chuckles, “is everything alright? I’ve never seen you use your phone so much, and you looked quite troubled back there.”
“Ah, no-” another chime from his phone makes Logan pause, groaning in clear frustration as he quickly answers yet another message.
“Apologies for worrying you, Patton-” he finally says pocketing his phone and pointedly ignoring its continuous chiming- “but I assure you, there is nothing to worry about. I’m just dealing with a rather obnoxious person who apparently enjoys making me lose what little patience I have.”
Patton cocks his head on one side, looking deep in thought before an all-too-familiar smirk slowly starts spreading on his face.
“Don’t you mean-” he says, barely keeping his laugh at bay- “that your patience is-”
“Patton Morgan Hart don’t you dare finish that sentence or so help me-”
“-infinitesimal?”
Logan lets out a loud groan of despair, Patton becoming a giggling mess beside him.
“You will never let this go, will you?” he asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Nope!” Patton grins.
“Are we making fun of Logan?” Virgil pipes up, “because I want in on that.”
“Can we change the subject? Please?”
“Don’t worry gurl, I gotchu,” Remy grins, eyes glinting behind his dark shades, “because I just remembered what I came back for, and this is a juicy one guys.”
“What do you mean?”
“Apparently we got a new entry from the exchange program and let me tell you, the guy is hot. He’s very good looking, smooth as fuck and I’m like, 90% sure he’s ripped or something. Like, totally illegal, I swear.”
Beside him, Virgil visibly stiffens, arm tightening around the others side, “and you know that because…?”
Remy huffs out a laugh at that, visibly amused by his boyfriend’s sudden jealousy.
“Relax babe-” he basically purrs, kissing his cheek- “you’re the only one I want. I just saw him in front of the main building earlier, he was very difficult to miss. Almost the whole campus was ogling him some way or another. I think he was actually searching for someone, I didn’t pay much attention.”
Logan looks at Remy with a thoughtful expression, clearly pondering something in his head.
“Out of curiosity,” he finally asks, choosing his words carefully, “could you describe this new exchange student?”
“Why, you interested?” Remy grins, wiggling his eyebrows, “careful Logan, your gay is showing.”
“Remy,” Logan growls -actually growls, what the fuck gurl- in annoyance, glaring daggers at him.
“Okay, okay!” Remy relents, raising his hands in surrender, “sheesh gurl, no need to get so worked up!”
He then taps his chin, thinking about his earlier encounter, “he’s on the tall side, wide shoulders, pretty sure he’s a theatre kid because he really looks like one. Brown hair, green eyes, I think he may be either Spanish or Italian? I don’t know, he had somewhat of an accent but I was too far away to be sure.”
“Thank god you didn’t pay much attention, uh?” Virgil mutters, rolling his eyes. Remy snorts, shoving him lightly.
Too busy with their playful teasing, the couple doesn’t notice the way Logan has suddenly stiffened, eyes wide as his mind seems to have suddenly screeched to a halt. It, however, doesn’t go unnoticed by Patton, who gives him a concerned look.
“Lo, are you alri-”
“Aha! Ti ho trovato finalmente!”
Four heads snap up in unison, turning towards the new voice. Standing a few feet away, the infamous new exchange student shoots them a grin, hands on his hips and green eyes trained on their group.
“Niente ‘ciao’? Did I finally manage to leave you speechless, nerd?”
Logan lets out something akin to a squeak -which he’ll forever deny having made- cheeks blazing red as he scrambles to regain his composure.
“R- Roman? What- what are you doing here?!”
Roman lets out a laugh, approaching the group until he’s standing right in front of Logan -the others seem to be too dumbfounded to react, one, because wasn’t kidding when he said the guy was hot, damn, and two, because they’ve never seen Logan so flustered before and honestly they’re more than a little confused right now.
“I may or may not have made a request for a semester abroad like, a week before you had to fly back? I got everything confirmed and ready to go just a month or so ago, so I decided to surprise you,” he shrugs, looking somewhat unsure, “so, uh, sorpresa?”
Logan blinks owlishly at him, clearly still trying to make sense to the situation. Then, he lets out a groan, hiding his bright red face behind his hands.
“You’re a pain in the ass and I hate you, stronzo.”
Roman laughs, shoulders slumping in relief, “God, how much I missed you.”
Then, under the three’s identical stunned gazes, he grabs Logan -who lets out a startled yelp- and dips him with a flourish, before winking and kissing him square on the lips.
Logan, who until that very moment had been as stiff as a wooden board, immediately melts in Roman’s arms, hands moving to gently cup the other’s face as he starts eagerly kissing back.
Snapping out of his stupor, Remy lets out a loud whoop, joined by Virgil’s sputtering and a very flustered Patton.
“Hello there, luce dei miei occhi,” Roman murmurs when the finally separate, smiling widely as Logan looks at him through half-lidded eyes.
Huffing in mock annoyance, Logan rolls his eyes and wiggles out of his arms, pointedly ignoring his still burning cheeks.
“Stop being so mushy,” he grumbles, fixing his tie.
Roman grins at that, looping an arm around Logan’s side, “Please sweetheart, we both know you love it when I'm mushy.”
“Okay okay okay, what the everloving fuck is going on here?!” Virgil suddenly screeches, breaking the little bubble that had formed around the two in a million pieces.
Finally recalling that his friends are, in fact, present and have probably seen the whole scene, Logan suddenly looks like a deer caught in the headlights, blush coming back full force as he takes in Remy’s shit-eating grin, Virgil scandalized expression and Patton flustered face.
Seemingly unfazed by the whole scenario, Roman presses their bodies together and gives the three a dazzling grin, green eyes twinkling in barely hidden amusement.
“Ciao a tutti! My name’s Roman, I’m a theatre major and I’m also Logan’s very handsome Italian boyfriend!”
“You have a boyfriend and you didn’t tell us?!”
Logan groans, hiding his face in Roman’s chest as his asshole of a boyfriend lets out a boisterous laugh.
Ooh boy, this is going to take a while.
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Translations:
“Ti ho trovato finalmente!” => “I found you at last!”
“Niente ‘ciao’?” => “No ‘hello’?”
“Sorpresa?” => “Surprise?”
“Stronzo” => Italian insult, I honestly can’t think of an accurate translation :’)
