Logan sighed as he looked through his ties for what must have been the fifth time. Just like the last four times, his favourite tie was not there. It certainly wasn't anywhere else, so where on earth was it?
Logan turned around, walking over to the door and leaning out of it.
"Remy, have you seen my favourite tie?"
After waiting a moment, he received an answer.
"Yup."
Logan paused, awaiting elaboration that did not come. He let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Nope."
Logan sighed again, but he was really not that surprised.
He went through the door, walking down the hallway and towards the living room, where it had sounded like Remy was. He entered the room and saw from behind that Remy was sat on the couch.
Logan walked around the couch and, as he began to say something, he cut himself off when he realised that Remy was wearing his favourite tie loosely around his neck.
He stared at him for a few seconds, and Remy took a sip of his coffee, a smug look on his face.
"Do you need something, babe?"
"You're wearing my tie."
Remy took another slow sip of his coffee.
"Yup."
Logan sighed. "And why, exactly, are you wearing my tie?"
"'Cos I can."
Logan paused, waiting for him to elaborate, but Remy did not.
"May I have it back?"
Remy paused for a moment, before he shrugged and put his coffee down on the coffee table. Then, he reached up towards his neck and undid the tie. He then handed it to Logan.
"Thank you," Logan said. "May I ask why you feel the need to steal my clothes?"
Remy stared at him for a moment, before an amused grin appeared on his face.
"Babe, are you serious, right now?"
"I am always serious," Logan said seriously, lifting the tie in his hand. "Clearly, I have a necktie."
Remy leant forward. "Babe," he said. "You're literally wearing my jacket."
Logan blinked, surprised, and looked down at himself, suddenly remembering that he was, in fact, wearing Remy's jacket. His face warmed.
Summary: There were very few people on Logan’s shit list. He was pretty forgiving, as long as people went the proper lengths to apologise for any missteps, and he was much more likely to declare someone not worth his time than he was to take an active role in disliking them.
One person who was on that list, however, was Remy Wake.
Pairing: Losleep
A/N: Whoops! Looks like it’s not a fake fic title anymore. I’m so, so glad I’ve finally managed to write another fic cause I’ve been trying for like a week and all it’s gotten me was a lot more WIPs and a lot more frustration. But I did it! So here you go!
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Logan was not sure why he showed up to this party. He barely knew anybody, he wasn’t interested in drinking and, despite his tendency to get work done weeks before the deadline, he did have actual studying to be doing.
He also wasn’t sure why, when pulled by the hand to join a small circle on the floor by Roman—the only person at the party he actually knew and the driving force that had landed him here in the first place—he didn’t immediately get up and leave. Circles at a party were never a good thing, not if you didn’t want to get roped into some party game you most certainly weren’t interested in, like truth or dare or never have I ever or-
Seven minutes in heaven. Apparently.
And, of course, it was just Logan’s luck that he was selected to go first.
After Roman had lifted him clean off the ground and shoved him into the closet—much to his loud protests—he had nothing to do but wait for his partner in this party hell to arrive. He had already tried the knob the moment the door had been closed behind him but it seemed as if this group must have located the host and obtained a key because it wouldn’t budge.
The wait seemed to take much longer than he had expected it to—if Logan was prone to paranoia, he would say that the selection of his partner hadn’t been quite so random but he wasn’t, so he didn’t—but soon enough the door of the closet opened again and a body was being shoved in beside him.
There was very little light in the closet but, thankfully, Logan’s eyes had already had time to adjust to the darkness and he got the chance to see his partner before they had a chance to see him. And he wasn’t pleased with what he saw.
Remy Wake.
The biggest slacker and most irreverent asshole Logan had ever had the displeasure of knowing.
Based on the scowl on Remy’s face upon recognising his cellmate, Logan would assume Remy had a similar dislike of his person, but as opposed to Logan, he thinks it’s unlikely that Remy’s opinions of him have any basis in fact. (He ignores the niggling thought in the back of his mind that, given their incredibly limited encounters, he’s not entirely sure that his opinions actually have much of a basis in fact either.)
Logan had already been certain that nothing was going to happen in this closet tonight but setting his sights on Remy had only made him doubly as certain.
“What a surprise,” he muttered, his face set firmly in disapproval—not that Remy could probably see it all that well with those sunglasses on in the dark closet, “There’s a party and Remy Wake is present. Surely, it’s unprecedented.”
Remy looked away for a moment, heaving out a sigh. “How the fuck would you know how many parties I’ve attended? It’s not like you ever come. And it seems even when you do you look like a fucking tax accountant.”
Something similar had actually been said by Roman when Logan had left the dorms earlier this evening but Logan hadn’t let it get to him then and he certainly wouldn’t let it get to him now. He simply smoothed out the material of his coat—strange to keep it on even in the house, yes, but he was always particularly susceptible to the cold—and resigned himself to seven minutes of tense, frustrated silence.
Against all odds, they did manage to survive the seven minutes—the time spent glowering at each other, rolling their eyes and making snide comments.
At one point, Remy actually removed his sunglasses. He was muttering something about trying to find a way out of here, blinking around the room with eyes much bluer than Logan had expected by any means. Logan couldn’t even figure out why Remy would even wear sunglasses with eyes that blue. When Remy caught Logan staring, though, he quickly shoved his glasses back on, seemingly trying to look like it hadn’t bothered him by throwing out some comment about Logan’s loss at his debate meeting last week. Logan wasn’t even sure how Remy knew he’d lost debate last week.
It didn’t matter though because they were back to arguing and by the time the closet door was opened, Logan could not be gladder to finally be rid of Remy Wake.
Of course, it didn’t stop there.
No, suddenly, Logan was encountering Remy all over campus. He was lounging about at Logan’s favourite coffee place, he was the new member of Logan’s study group, he was hanging off Roman’s arm, giggling in a way that was just so incredibly irritating.
Logan had tried to ask Roman why Remy had suddenly seemed to become his new best friend (in a way that he thought totally didn’t make him sound jealous or needy, thank you very much) but, in response, Roman just gave him that smile. That stupid smile that usually indicated that Roman thought he was incredibly socially inept—which, true, but why say it—and Logan had stormed off to fume.
Stupid Remy. Stupid Remy with his stupid smirk and his stupid flirting and his stupid laugh and his stupid hair and his stupid eyes behind his stupid sunglasses and the stupid way he hated him even though Logan wasn’t sure why.
Logan wasn’t really sure why he hated Remy either.
Sure, maybe he wasn’t the most invested in his studies but then, neither was Roman with certain classes, and that didn’t stop them from being—sometimes reluctant—best friends. There was just something about Remy that made him feel and, worse, made him feel things he didn’t understand. And Logan hated not understanding.
When he came out of his room, looking vaguely like he’d just gone through something of an emotional hurricane, Roman just gave him a pat on the back and one of the Crofter’s cookies he’d stashed away. Clearly, Logan’s revelation was only a revelation to him. And, hopefully, to Remy.
He tried to catch Remy at the end of the next study meeting, looming over his shoulder as he packed his bag.
“Uh, sorry, hon, but I got nothing to say to you, ‘kay?” Remy snarked, throwing his satchel over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows at Logan, “So why don’t you just get out of my way.”
Logan stood his ground despite Remy’s comment, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Remy looked as if he was just about to push past Logan when he finally spoke up
“I’m sorry.”
At that, Remy looked… genuinely caught off guard and for just a moment his persona seemed to drop, leaving him confused and… something else Logan couldn’t quite identify.
He took a breath, his brow furrowed.
“I wasn’t… exactly sure why it was that I found you so frustrating. I had convinced myself that it was your lack of study habits and generally—” Logan waved his hand around for a moment—“flippant attitude towards school in general. Though, of course, that excuse fell apart as soon as you joined the study group and I realised that Roman is just as bad, if not worse, in engaging in his classes.”
Remy gave no reply, simply watching him as he took another moment to think.
He cleared his throat. “That is all to say, that I apologise for my behaviour towards you over the time we’ve known each other and I would appreciate the chance to metaphorically… start over, as it were?”
There was another moment of silence as Remy regarded him, lips twisted slightly but in a way that Logan hoped was more considering than it was cruel.
“Yeah, alright,” Remy finally conceded, a slight grin pulling at his features, “Starting over it is.”
Logan stuck out his hand for Remy to shake and at Remy’s equal-parts confused and amused expression, he elaborated.
“I… uh, I never got the chance to properly introduce myself, I don’t think. I’m Logan McKenzie, I like debates, books, astronomy and anybody who’ll give me the opportunity to ramble for hours about things they probably don’t care about.”
A grin spread across Remy’s face as he took Logan’s hand in his. “Remy Wake. I like coffee, cute boys, puzzles and anybody who’ll let me wake them up at three in the morning for a trip to get slushies.”
“Wanna go for coffee?”
Remy grinned, big and bright and real. “Yeah. Sounds good, nerd.”
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“So… uh, did you ever figure out why you did seem to hate me so much?” Remy asked, bumping his shoulder against Logan’s as they made their way out of the library.
Logan startled slightly. “Oh! Yes. I find you extremely physically attractive.”
Remy didn’t think he could be blamed for walking directly into the doorframe at that but with the sound of Logan’s laughter echoing in his ears, so pretty and joyful, he wasn’t really hurrying to explain himself.
Characters: Logan Sanders, Remy “Sleep” Sanders, Character Thomas, Virgil Sanders, Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders.
Words: 982
Warnings: swearing, nothing else I can think of? I’m very tired rn so if I missed something pls let me know
Notes: the fact that I started feeling sick from drinking too much coffee while writing this is kind of ironic. Also, the title is kind of an exaggeration, there’s no near-death experience apart from Logan almost chocking on some iced coffee lmao
Another big shout-out to Lia’s post on Logan’s coffee cup in the new video which sparked the idea for this ficlet, I hope you guys like it!!
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Logan relaxed back onto the couch, letting the others’ voices wash over him.
Roman and Virgil were discussing whether or not Olaf surviving would be beneficial to the plot of their Frozen rewrite, with Thomas typing away on his laptop and Patton watching over them with a smile, offering the occasional pun.
It was nice. He was glad Virgil seemed to have ultimately calmed down from his previous panic, therefore leaving Thomas finally able to just relax for the day.
There were still some underlying tensions in the air, no one could deny that, but for now, for that one day, everything was well.
Mouth twitching upwards, Logan took a sip out of the coffee cup in his hands-
“So that’s where it was!”
-and promptly choked on the bitter liquid, coughing profusely and thumping a closed fist on his chest to try and get back his ability to breathe.
(Yes, Logan was aware he was only a fragment of Thomas’ personality, and therefore could not die. Having iced coffee in his lungs, however, was still not a pleasant experience.)
When Logan finally felt like he wasn’t going to figuratively die from coffee inhalation, he looked up at the newcomer.
“Hello, Remy,” he greeted, fixing his tie, “next time, please try to not figuratively give us a heart attack.”
“Next time, maybe tell me before grabbing my beloved coffee cup,” Remy shot back, snatching said cup out of Logan’s hand.
Logan rolled his eyes, watching as his boyfriend took a large sip of coffee. “You said I could borrow it if I wanted.”
“Babe, I know I did,” Remy countered, “but a warning would still have been nice. Do you know how much time I spent searching for this? It was driving me insane, I swear.”
Logan smirked, leaning back on the couch as he easily fell into the familiar banter. “You never specified.”
Remy snorted, shaking his head. “You’re a little shit, you know that right?”
“Okay, what is going on here?!” Roman suddenly exclaimed, breaking the bubble that seemed to have formed around the two.
Logan stiffened, only now remembering where he actually was. The other sides -plus Thomas- were staring at them with various degrees of confusion and disbelief, from Patton blinking up at them from the floor to Virgil perching on the back of the couch as if ready to pounce on Remy at any given moment.
“I’m quite sure there is no need for yelling, Roman,” Logan finally said, adjusting his glasses as he tried to think of what to say.
“Well, sorry for being a little on edge after a stranger just fucking materialized in the middle of the living room,” Virgil snarked, eyes still set on Remy.
“Don’t worry babes, I’ll be out of your hair in no time,” Remy said, taking another large sip of Logan’s iced coffee, “I already got what I came for anyway.”
“Do not call me babes,” Virgil growled.
“Okay, babes,” Remy chirped, eyes glinting with mirth behind his signature sunglasses.
Somewhere to his left, Logan heard Roman try -and fail- to suppress a snort. He could almost picture Virgil glaring daggers at the creative side, Patton trying to soothe the tension in the air before the two could start with their usual bickering.
But he did not actually see any of that, because his attention had been grabbed by the shit-eating grin that had suddenly spread on Remy’s lips -and if there was one thing Logan knew, was that such expression on his boyfriend’s face was never, ever a good sign.
“Well, it’s been nice knowing y’all, we should do this again sometime,” Remy grinned, blatantly ignoring the warning glare Logan was currently shooting at him, “but before I go-”
Then, before anyone could react, Remy grabbed Logan’s tie and pulled, dragging him into a deep kiss.
“I’ll see you later, sweetheart,” he purred on Logan’s lips, and then promptly sank out.
Stunned silence filled the room, everyone’s eyes trained on Logan as the logical side blinked back at them like a deer caught in the headlights -he was seriously considering just sinking out and make a strategic escape to his room, just to avoid the utter chaos that he was sure was about to come.
Then, all hell broke loose.
“What the FUCK?!” Virgil screeched, falling down the couch in his shock.
“You have a secret boyfriend?!” Patton and Roman squealed in unison with twin looks of pure, unadulterated glee. Beside them, Thomas was still gaping at the spot Remy was previously standing on, laptop barely balanced on his legs as his grip had since grown slack.
Logan groaned, hiding his face in his hands. If he ever managed to escape, he was so going to murder Remy.
+++
Hours later, Logan finally rose up into his room, immediately face-planting on his bed.
“I hate you,” he grumbled, voice muffled by the pillow.
Beside him, Remy chuckled, not even looking up from his phone as he started carding a hand through Logan’s hair.
“Babe, what did we say about lying to yourself?” he said, grinning as he felt his boyfriend melt under his touch, “besides, wasn’t it you who wanted to tell the others about us?”
“I was planning on being a little more tactful about it,” Logan pointed out, curling on Remy’s side with a sigh, “I think you gave Virgil and Thomas a heart attack.”
“Whoops,” Remy said, not looking sorry at all, “oh well, what is done is done.”
“Please remind me, who was the little shit again?”
“Oh, hush -you love me, anyway.”
“I hate it when you’re right,” Logan grumbled -but Remy did not miss the small smile on his lips or the light blush covering his cheeks, so he simply laughed and put his arm around Logan’s shoulders, dragging him closer.
“Whatever you say, love,” he grinned, closing his eyes, “whatever you say.”
possible prompt if u wanna do it. Ship is Remy and Logan and maybe smth to do with fashion or social media?
Sleeplogicallll
Ok but I love Logan as a model, just that gorgeous boy made of perfect sharp lines. Remy a fashion designer? Those two collaborating either just as social media personalities or professionally, and daaaamn Lo has never looked better than he does in Remy’s clothes and Remy’s clothes have never looked better than they do on Logan. They’re a match made in sassy fashion heaven, those pictures go all kinds of viral in their industry. Of course they have to work together again. And again. Annnnd again. And maybe not exactly work as much as make out on one of their couches.
@creativity-killed-thekitten this seems up your alley! (if you didn't request it, of course)
"Remy." Logan blinked at the frozen windowpane. Behind it was... a whole lot of white. He needed his glasses. "Remy."
"Hmm?" Remy sat up in bed, yawning wide enough to throw a baseball into his mouth. "Morning, babe." He blinked at Logan.
"Good morning to you too." Logan frowned when his boyfriend sunk back to the mattress. "Remy," he repeated persistently. "Look."
Remy hummed. "What is it?" He dragged himself out of bed, the queen sized covers wrapped around him like a warm, fluffy cocoon. He hugged his boyfriend from behind, kissing his earlobe.
Through the veil of sleep still clouding his brain, it took him a few seconds of peering out of the window to recognize the thick blanket of white that was draped over the front lawn. When Remy did recognize it, though, his face lit up. "Snow!" He shook the covers off his shoulder, running out of the room and slipping on the first shoes he could find. "Lo, c'mon!"
Before Logan could process Remy's transformation from sluggish blanket monster to enthusiastic snow angel, his boyfriend was already outside, running through what had to be multiple inches of snow in- goodness, were those flip-flops? Logan grabbed his glasses from the kitchen table (so that's where he left them yesterday) and followed Remy up to the doorframe, where he stood with his arms crossed as both protection from the cold and as a clear sign of disapproval. (He hoped Remy couldn't see his soft grin, though.)
"Lolo, Loganberry, babe, come on!" Remy called, forming a snowball with his bare hands. "I wanna show you something!"
Logan took a step inside. "You'll catch a cold." The stone floor of the entrance was freezing cold, even through his socks.
"No I won't!" Remy threw his snowball at the door (missing on purpose). "C'mon, love! It'll be fine, I promise!"
"I won't take care of you when you get ill. That'll be on you."
Remy just stared at Logan, already holding the next snowball in his hand, until Logan threw his hands up with an exasperated sigh. "Fine. Give me a minute."
Sixty-eight seconds later, Logan trudged into the snow, shivering despite his thick coat and boots. "Happy?"
Before Logan could react, a snowball hit his chest at full force. "Ow!" he exclaimed, frozen in shock for a moment. That moment didn't last too long, though, and he started collecting snow from the ground to hurl at his boyfriend in return.
Soon they were caught in a full snowball war, which Remy (who was far from properly dressed for the occasion) lost by a landslide. After the loser declared his surrender, Logan collected his shivering, wet mess of a boyfriend to bring him inside and make hot chocolate (Remy's with a shot of espresso) for both of them.
In the end, they were cuddling in a mountain of blankets and pillows, and Logan couldn't help but wish for snow days like this more often.
Remy stared at his boyfriend. He took a loud sip from the straw of his iced coffee, looking right into Logan's eyes. Logan fidgeted awkwardly under his gaze.
Then, Remy placed the cup down onto the coffee table between them.
"Do you want me to?"
"What?"
"Do you want me to leave you?"
Logan blinked, opening and closing his mouth a few times, stumbling over his words. Remy raised his eyebrows at him, motioning with his hand for Logan to continue and answer his question.
"Well, no, of course not, but-"
"Then, nah," Remy said, flopping back against the couch cushions and continuing to stare down his boyfriend.
"What? Nah?" Logan repeated.
Remy nodded. "Yeah. Nah. I'm not breaking up with you, babe. I love you, and your brain's just being dumb again."
Logan blinked a few times, before huffing and crossing his arms.
"I'm- I'm not dumb."
"Hmm... I dunno. Usually you're kinda a genius, but if you think I wanna break up with you then you've gotta be dumb."
Remy then patted the couch beside him, gesturing for Logan to sit. But when Logan moved around the couch, starting to sit down, Remy grabbed him by the waist and tugged him into his lap.
Logan spluttered in surprise, his face turning a bright red that made Remy feel quite smug. He didn't complain, though, neither did he try to move away, just settling in Remy's lap and leaning against his chest as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him.
"Don't listen to your dumb brain," Remy said, tapping Logan's forehead twice with his finger. "I love you, and I don't wanna dump you. You're never getting rid of me, baby."
Logan hummed quietly. "I never want to," he responded. "And I love you, too."
Thomas bit his lip, pacing back and forth across the living room floor and wringing his hands. He routinely checked the clock, watching the seconds tick by, getting closer and closer to 2pm. His stomach filled with dread as the sides all watched him walk, a strange mixture of excitement, neutrality, and downright terror.
“Okay… but, like, what if he freaks out?” Virgil spoke up suddenly. “This is a bad idea, one of the worst ideas we’ve ever had. Why are we doing this? We’re just gonna ruin everything. He’s gonna think we’re super weird and dump Thomas immediately, and then we’ll be alone forever.”
Thomas made a pained sound, as did Roman, and Logan sighed.
“Virgil, we don’t know that,” He said calmly. “And, based on prior behaviour, I doubt Remy will react like that. It is more likely that he’ll be confused than anything else. Besides, communication is a necessity in any long-term relationship, it would be unhealthy to keep this from him for much longer.”
Patton nodded eagerly. “Yeah, and Remy loves Thomas, he’s not gonna leave him just ‘cos of this!”
Virgil didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t say anything else, silently chewing his thumb as he sat at the foot of the stairs.
“Do you think he’ll wanna fuck us, too?” Remus grinned, practically bouncing up and down on the spot, and Roman gasped beside him, kicking his brother in the shin.
“Don’t be crude, oh, evil twin of mine, we should focus on the romance!” Roman said. “And, besides, you’re the ugly one, anyway.”
Before this could escalate into a full-on brawl – which it likely would have, given how most arguments with the twins turned out – Deceit intervened, two extra arms appearing at his waist, stretching out and pushing the brothers apart. Fortunately, Thomas was too busy stressing out to notice, or he might have actually thrown up.
All of a sudden, they heard a knock at the door – three raps, and then the doorbell rang.
It was Remy.
Logan straightened up, adjusting his tie. “We’re sticking to the plan,” He said, leaving no room for disagreement. “We’ll all sink out, and then, when Thomas cues us, I will appear, and we will explain the situation to Remy. If he is agreeable, Patton can appear, too, and possibly Roman. We do not want to overwhelm him.”
The doorbell rang again, and Thomas rushed over to the door. He looked back at his sides, watching them all sink out – some wishing him good luck, but most just disappearing without a word – before opening it, and coming face-to-face with his boyfriend.
“’Sup, babe,” Remy greeted, before his brow pinched together, and he tilted his head. “You look stressed. You good?”
“Yup!” Thomas answered, his voice just a little too high, and not convincing either of them.
Remy nodded slowly. “Uh huh… sure. You wanna talk about it?”
“Later.”
His boyfriend didn’t look like he believed that, either, despite it being the honest truth, but he didn’t press, instead lifting the two to-go cups in his hands.
“I brought coffee.”
Thomas smiled genuinely as Remy handed him the cup, taking a large sip with a content sigh, and stepping to the side so his boyfriend could enter the apartment. There were a few moments of silence, and that was when Thomas noticed that Remy was staring at him.
“What?”
Remy let out an exaggerated gasp. “Wow, I’m out here looking like a snack and you’re just not going to kiss me? Rude.”
Thomas couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down and pecking his (short) boyfriend on the lips. When he pulled back, Remy gave him one of those soft smiles that made his heart do cartwheels in his chest (and maybe Patton was doing cartwheels in the mindscape, too, there was really no way to tell).
Remy took Thomas’s hand, tracing random shapes across his palm with his finger.
“So,” He began. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up, or am I gonna have to guess?”
Thomas tried not to panic and freeze at the question, he really did, but Remy noticed anyway, looking back up at him with concern.
“I need to tell you something,” Thomas admitted. “It’s nothing bad, it’s just… there’s something about me that you need to know, and you’re probably gonna want to sit down for this.”
He led Remy over to the couch, and they both sat down.
“I, uh…” Thomas trailed off. He sighed; this was going to be hard to explain. “Just- um…”
He waved his hand, deciding to just rip off the band-aid, without any preamble, and Logan rose up in his usual spot. Remy jolted so hard he almost fell off the sofa, and Thomas only just managed to catch his sunglasses in time, as they’d slipped right off his face. He tried to hand them back, but Remy wasn’t paying attention to him, instead, he was staring at Logan, wide-eyed and perplexed.
After a moment or two, Remy began to look back and forth between Thomas and Logan, as if comparing them, and they waited patiently for him to finish.
“Okay, uh…” Remy said, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up even further. “What?”
Thomas wanted to fix it for him, to pull him close and reassure him that he wasn’t insane, but he was worried that Remy wouldn’t react well, so he resorted to just staring at him instead.
“I am Logan, it is nice to finally meet you,” Logan introduced himself, stepping forward and holding out his hand for Remy to shake.
Remy did so almost immediately, wanting to check if Logan was really there, and looking rather startled when he realised that he was, in fact, real. His hand was soft, just like Thomas’s, though a little bit cooler, and Remy’s touch lingered as he found himself wanting to just keep holding that hand and never let go (like he often felt with Thomas).
Logan’s face had turned pink by the time that Remy pulled away, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his composure.
“I am one of Thomas’s sides, the physical representation of his logical thinking and knowledge.”
Remy nodded along as if he understood. “Uh huh, okay… what does that mean?”
“I’ve found that comparing our situation to that of Riley’s in the movie ‘Inside Out’ is the easiest way to explain it to others,” Logan explained. “Just, instead of emotions, we represent more complex concepts such as Logic, Morality and Creativity.”
“Is that why you made me watch Inside Out with you last week?” Remy glanced at Thomas, and his boyfriend gave him a slightly sheepish smile and a nod.
“You’re taking this remarkably well,” Thomas commented.
Remy shrugged. “This isn’t the craziest shit I’ve ever seen.”
“It isn’t?”
“I’ll tell you ‘bout it later, babe,” Remy said, patting Thomas’s arm. “So, how many sides are there?”
Logan took a step closer. “Right now, there are six of u-”
Before he could finish that sentence, both Patton and Roman popped up in their usual spots, making Remy jump, though he didn’t look nearly as startled as he had when Logan had first appeared. They both looked ecstatic, and, frankly, lovestruck.
“Hi, I’m Patton!”
Patton looked like he wanted to hug Remy – and he did, desperately – but he didn’t want to overwhelm him, so he stayed by the curtains. Roman, apparently, had no such qualms, rushing forward and taking Remy’s hands in his own. This was the first time he was seeing Remy with his own two eyes (not just through Thomas’s), and he was too gay to think straight.
“Oh, my stars, you’re gorgeous!” Roman breathed, and, before he could stop himself, he continued with: “I’m in love with you.”
For a moment, Remy looked surprised, and then his expression melted into the soft smile that he usually reserved just for Thomas. In any other situation, Remy looking at someone else like that would have made Thomas feel jealous, but Roman wasn’t really ‘someone else’, was he? He was a part of Thomas, and if Remy could love Thomas as a whole, which he did, very much, he could love all his different parts, too.
Things were going to be okay.
***
“I do not have any feelings or emotions; I am only in a relationship with you because Thomas is. It just makes logical sense,” Logan said matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses.
“Sure,” Remy said. “Does that mean you want me to get out of your lap?”
Logan instantly tightened his grip around Remy’s waist, pulling him closer. “Of course not.”
Remy smirked, tilting his head up to look at him. “Aww, does that mean you love me?”
“I do not feel love.”
Remy pouted, and, even though Logan knew it was fake, he still immediately had the urge to take it back, so the smile that he adored would return.
“Okay, fine, I love you,” He admitted.
One of Remy’s hands reached up to carefully cradle Logan’s face, the other resting in the centre of his chest, over his tie – ready to, at any moment, use it to pull Logan closer and capture his lips in a kiss, as he often did.
“I love you, too,” Remy smiled. “My shooting star.”
Logan’s cheeks reddened at the nickname – just like he knew they would – and Remy’s smile widened.
“You’re adorable,” He said.
“Falsehood.”
“You are,” Remy insisted, sitting up straighter so they were almost nose-to-nose, bumping Logan’s glasses. “You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Adorable.”
He then kissed him again, this one lingering longer, before Remy finally pulled back. Logan couldn’t help but chase his lips, and Remy smirked again, making Logan blush just a little bit more.
“See,” Remy tucked a stray strand of hair behind Logan’s ear. “Adorable.”
***
“Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Now try this one,” Patton beamed, holding out another cookie just in front of Remy’s lips.
Remy opened his mouth obediently, taking a bite and chewing it slowly.
He and Patton had spent the last few hours baking a variety of sweet treats in Thomas’s kitchen. If you asked Patton, he would say that it was a team effort. If you asked Remy, however, he would say that Patton had done most of the work, as Remy had no idea how to bake. He wasn’t complaining, though, not in the slightest, especially not when Patton came up behind him, covering Remy’s hands with his own to guide him.
Remy swallowed. “It’s good,” He said. “Sweet.” And then he grinned. “Though not as sweet as you, sugar.”
Patton giggled, delighted.
“Not too sweet?” He asked.
“Never.”
Patton laughed again, poking Remy’s nose. “I was talking about the cookie, silly!”
“Oh, yeah, they’re good, too.”
“Do you think Thomas will like them?” Patton asked.
Remy tilted his head, his sunglasses slipping down his nose – revealing his distractingly gorgeous baby blue eyes – as he gave Patton an amused look. His hair flopped to one side, and Patton reached out to fix it.
“I’m pretty sure you know him better than I do, hon.”
“That’s true,” Patton said, before popping the rest of the cookie into his mouth. He chewed slowly, before smiling again. “I think Thomas will like them.”
***
Thomas flung the front door open, smiling when Remy stepped inside, immediately taking Thomas’s hand, squeezing it, and planting a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Morning, babe,” He greeted.
“Hey,” Thomas said. “I’ve gotta get back to work now – Logan and Roman are helping me with a new video idea – but Virgil’s out, so you can hang out with him, for now.”
Remy grinned, taking off his sunglasses and placing them on top of his head, knowing full well that Virgil was weak for his eyes, and intending on taking full advantage of that fact. To be fair, all of them loved Remy’s eyes, and, upon seeing them, Thomas couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him properly.
When they pulled apart, Remy stepped around him, into the apartment, strolling over to the couch, where Virgil lay, scrolling through his phone. It didn’t really make sense that Virgil had a phone, but nothing about the sides ever really made sense, so Remy chose not to question it, instead flopping into Virgil’s lap without warning, grinning when the anxious side instinctively sat up, wrapping his arms around him.
“Mornin’, handsome.”
Remy’s smile widened as Virgil’s face turned pink. He remained flustered for another moment or two, before he calmed himself down and rolled his eyes.
“Not a very accurate compliment, babe.”
Remy shushed him, covering Virgil’s mouth with his finger. “Nope, nuh-uh – you can’t insult my boyfriend like that. I won’t allow it.”
Virgil snorted, taking Remy’s hand away from his face and intertwining their fingers.
“Are you just here to keep me distracted so I don’t keep bothering Thomas about the new video idea?” He asked dryly.
“I’m here because I wanna snuggle with my very gorgeous boyfriend,” Remy corrected, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the tip of Virgil’s nose. “And also make out with him. Any distraction from bugging Thomas is just a bonus.”
Virgil rolled his eyes again. “You’ve got seven boyfriends, why choose to sit on my lap?”
“Technically, I only have one boyfriend.”
“Wow, big word. Logan would be so proud of you.”
Remy poked Virgil’s shoulder. “Don’t be rude. And I’m sitting in your lap because I love you and I want to, plus you’re, like, super warm.”
“We’re all warm.” There was a beat. “I love you, too.”
Remy grinned again. “Great. Wanna make out?”
***
Remy absent-mindedly scrolled through his phone. Thomas was upstairs, looking for something, and would likely remain there for another few minutes, at least, so his boyfriend was just looking for a way to pass the time.
Then, suddenly, he heard the familiar whooshing sound that meant a side had just risen up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw light blue, and a bespectacled man standing by the curtains. Remy snorted quietly.
“You know that doesn’t work on me, darlin’.”
Deceit pouted – a very Patton-like expression, most likely deliberate – and then crossed his arms in a manner that was decidedly not Patton, which would have given him away, if Remy hadn’t already seen through his disguise.
“What did I do wrong this time?”
Remy looked up from his phone, giving Deceit a once-over. He then shrugged. “I dunno. You’re just… different, I guess.”
Deceit sighed, running his fingers through his hair, and, in the blink of an eye, he was back to his normal snake-like self, his hat in his hand. He placed it on his head, but, before he could say anything else, Remy had jumped off the couch, reaching up on his tiptoes and plucking the hat back off his head with a grin. He only just managed to run his fingers through Deceit’s hair, which made the lying side smile, as, even though he was the shortest side, Remy was still much shorter than him, which was, honestly, adorable.
“You’re cuter without the hat,” Remy teased, placing it on his own head. “It looks better on me.”
And how was Deceit supposed to not kiss him when he looked like that? Wearing Deceit’s hat and grinning up at him in that way reserved just for them.
He didn’t get the chance to, though, as Remy kissed him first, standing up on his tiptoes and wrapping his arms around Deceit’s neck. Remy tugged him as close as possible, humming quietly against Deceit’s lips.
***
The moment Remy stepped into the apartment, he was swept off his feet, scooped up into Roman’s arms, and twirled around – once, twice, thrice. Remy’s sunglasses almost fell to the ground, but he caught them just in time, tucking them onto his t-shirt collar.
“How are you, on this fine morning, my radiant Sleeping Beauty?”
Remy sighed, wrapping one arm around Roman’s neck, the other hand clutching his half-empty coffee cup.
“Ugh, the barista at Starbucks was, like, so rude to me, this morning,” He complained, pouting slightly, but relaxing. “She just kept glaring at me.”
Roman clicked his tongue, but he couldn’t help but grin.
“Would you like me to fight her for you, my love?” He offered.
Remy snorted. “I’m pretty sure the cops would get called if you showed up at Starbucks with your sword, Prince Charming. Thomas would end up behind bars, and then who would take me into their arms and kiss me every day?”
“That’s the real tragedy,” Roman said, leaning closer to kiss Remy.
“Get a room!” Virgil shouted from the couch.
“You’re just jealous that Remy loves me more,” Roman joked.
Remy stretched his legs, reclining in Roman’s arms. He grinned. “Now, now, boys… there’s enough of me to go around. Besides, I don’t pick favourites.” He paused for a moment. “And, if I had to, I’d pick Thomas.”
Roman stuck his tongue out at Virgil, who rolled his eyes.
“Come on,” Remy smiled at Virgil over Roman’s shoulder. “Aren’t you gonna come give me a kiss, too, gorgeous?”
***
If he had been with anybody else, Remy would have scowled at the loss of his sunglasses. But he was with Remus, and he was used to this, so instead he just smiled, tilting his head up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.
Remus dropped the sunglasses on the couch beside them, grabbing Remy’s face – a little roughly, but not hard enough to hurt.
“I want to steal your eyes.”
This probably would’ve alarmed Remy, but he was used to this kind of language from Remus, so instead he just laughed quietly, poking Remus’s shoulder.
“I think I’d rather you didn’t, pumpkin,” Remy said. “I kinda need them. How else am I supposed to admire your gorgeous face?”
Remus nodded, humming. “Good point.”
He ran one finger down the side of Remy’s face, the other hand holding his face in place as he stared into Remy’s eyes. Perhaps this should’ve been uncomfortable, but how could Remy feel anything but comfort when he was curled up in Remus’s lap, half under a blanket, with some horror movie that neither of them were paying attention to playing in the background.
“I’m gonna copy them,” Remus decided finally.
“Copy them?”
Remus nodded eagerly, his thumb resting just below Remy’s left eye. “Uh huh! I’m gonna make copies of your eyes that I can keep with me even when you’re not around.” Suddenly, he gasped, and then grinned. “I wonder what they’ll taste like.”
Remy wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”
Remus took that as a compliment, as Remy knew he would.
“Thanks!” He exclaimed, one hand moving to squeeze Remy’s waist, before pulling him into a predictably messy kiss.
***
Remy hadn’t meant to stop in the middle of the hallway, but he was distracted very easily, and, after pausing mid-step to read a text, he ended up standing there for almost five minutes. He didn’t look up when he heard footsteps behind him, and when he felt a hand on the small of his back, he knew exactly who it was.
“Hey, babe,” Remy greeted, his eyes remaining on his phone screen. “Just one sec, I’m arguing with my mom.”
“How can you always tell when it’s me?” Thomas asked.
Remy shrugged, finishing his text, before stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He then turned and wrapped his arms around Thomas’s neck.
“I dunno,” He said. “It’s just… obvious.”
“What, have you got like a… sixth sense for it, or something?” Thomas joked.
Remy laughed. “Nah, I’m just perceptive like that.”
He then kissed Thomas, quick and soft, before pulling back slightly. There was a beat, and then Thomas grinned, a glint that screamed either Remus or Roman – there wasn’t time for Remy to decipher it – in his eyes. Before Remy could question it, Thomas dipped him with a laugh that was absolutely Remy’s favourite sound.
He kissed him again and again and again and then once more on his neck to make him laugh.
“Did Roman tell you to do that?” Remy asked, his sunglasses slipping to reveal eyes that were so bright and happy that Thomas’s heart felt just a little too big for his ribcage.
“I can decide to do things on my own, you know,” Thomas teased.
Remy raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, fine,” Thomas admitted. “But Roman wasn’t actually the only one telling me to do that.”
“I’m sure.”
A moment passed, and then Thomas’s smile softened. “I love you so much, we all do.”
“I know,” Remy said, one hand moving up to cradle Thomas’s face. “I love you, too.”
