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29 and 40 smut for yeji, if u can make it dom reader👀

“i did not know you were invited” yeji watches as annoyance takes over your face when you spot her, breaking the hug with lia and sitting as furthest as you could from the brunette.

“of course im invited. i live here” she shrugs

“shit” you can hear ryujin and chaeryeong bicker in the kitchen

“what is it now?” yuna sighs

“i forgot the ice” the red head pouts, adorable honestly.

“can you guys go for ice?” ryujin asks next.

“sure” lia nods, taking your hand

“no. i need you and yuna to stay, can you guys set up the tv while yeji and y/n go?”

lia apologizes with her eyes, and you turn to plead at ryujin who pleads back. she’s right. yuna and lia had promised to set their new tv like the one in their apartment, yeji or you had no idea how, and chaeryeong was the one cooking with ryujin, so it only left the two of you with nothing to do.

they all watch as you shrug, heading out without even waiting for yeji, who doesn’t have any other option but to follow you.

“can you wait up???” yeji rolls her eyes behind you, and reaches you when you reluctantly stop in your tracks. “i would also rather be anywhere else, so just don’t make this harder for the two of us, kay?”

“whatever” shaking your head, the two of you finally walk together. the walk to the mini market is entirely silent, and awkward. you grab a bag of ice each, and because you’re paying you pick up a few snacks for you and the girls for until dinner’s ready. “wh- what are you doing?”

“paying?” yeji looks at you weirdly.

“i was going to pay.” you huff as soon as you’re out of the store

“here we go” yeji sighs. “can’t you appreciate this one nice thing i’m doing for you?”

“nice? you were just trying to show off!”

“seriously? show off? it’s just a couple of bucks i’m not giving you a car” she scoffs, neither of you even notice you’re already inside the elevator because of all the bickering. the one time either of you stop arguing is when the lights of the elevator flickering and it coming to an abrupt stop.

“you’ve got to be fucking with me”

“oh relax. it happens all the time. at most you’ll be stuck in here with me for a couple of minutes.”

“like that’s not enough” you roll your eyes and turn away from her.

“why do you always have so much shit to say?” yeji grits the words through her teeth, stepping closer to you. “im right here, say it all now. say. it.”

“not so cocky now, are you?” you only realize she’s so close to you because you’ve never seen her eyes up close. they’re beautiful, and for a second, you wish you could wake up to them everyday.

“fuck you” is the only thing you spit out

“aw, that’s what you wanted all this time? you could’ve just asked, you know?” you can sense the mocking in her voice, and you hate it. “maybe i could teach you a thing or two”

you drop the bag of ice and take her face in both your hands, roughly smashing your lips against hers. as a response, yeji drops everything in her hands, using her hands to pull you closer. your lips make wet, loud noises, and at some point your teeth clash, and you accidentally bite her lip, but you don’t feel bad, because the whimper she lets out lets you know she enjoyed it.

you walk the short distance between you and the wall behind yeji, until you’re pressing her against it. your hands roaming each other’s bodies before she lets you take off her crop top, a pretty, pink bralette holding her tits up for you to see. the brunette moans when she feels your lips making their way down her neck and chest, where you don’t waste any time in pulling down her bra, admiring her already hardened buds before kissing all around it. “y/n” she sighs when you finally take it in your mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipples until they’re bright pink and puffy, delighting yourself with the whiny-breathy sounds she makes.

she looks for your lips, glueing her hands to the sides of your face, she kisses you hungrily, as if she had been craving you for a long time, even when you lift up her skirt, looking for some other sort of layer to rip off, but only finding her warm, bare skin. “ha, fucking slut”

“only for you” yeji chuckles against your lips, gasping and throwing her head back with a low moan when you easily insert two fingers in her. “that’s really all you got?”

she lets you bite and nibble on the skin of her neck, your fingers thrusting in her at a pace well enough to have her rolling her eyes back, nails digging into your shoulder. you remember how she said the elevator would be stuck for a few minutes at most, and worry about someone walking in on the two of you like this, not so much for yourself, but for yeji, who’s still there, shirtless and with a hand up her tiny skirt. in a vulnerable state as you quite literally have her eating from your palm, bringing her close to her orgasm just to slow back down again, making her frustrated

��just let me come. please”

“you look so pretty right now, begging for me” you find her lips again, yeji humming loudly when you suck on her tongue “you can come princess”

her legs shake, and she can’t help the few octaves her voice climbs when her orgasm watches over her, you being her only support. “ive got you” and you did, you held her until she caught her breath, she would’ve liked to stay there longer, but the ding of the elevator going back into full function startles the two of you

“this isn’t what i had in mind when i said fuck you.”

“yeah well you started it” she bites back, fixing her top and running her hands through her hair. yeji walks to you with a smirk, pressing her lips to yours one, two, three times before picking up her bags and straightening up, facing the doors expecting them to open anytime. Not knowing how she could go back to despising you once you walked through the door to your friends.

#haters to lovers yeji? yes #yeji x reader #yeji imagines #yeji smut #itzy smut #itzy x reader #itzy imagine #etl!yeji #yjj

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sanders-specs · 7 years

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I’ll Be Home Chapter 5

Summary: All Roman and Logan want to do is get home for Christmas. They'd been away from their boyfriends for months on separate jobs, and are looking forward to getting home. Neither one of them will let some blizzard get in their way, even though Patton and Virgil insist they stay put. The lengths they'll go to get home is great, even if it means facing mother nature at her worst.

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! This has been so fun to write and I’m glad you guys have enjoyed it as much as I have. Thank you all for your support :) I hope you enjoy!

slight disclaimer- I used Google Translate for the Italian so apologies if it’s not quite right

Paring: LAMP

Warnings: Swearing, homesickness, near hypothermia

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Logan really didn’t know how he came to be here. The past day seemed to have flown by in a blur. Was it really just this morning he’d been sleeping next to Susan on a train? Was it just this morning he’d been on a train? And now…now he was eating dinner at a strangers house.

“Mr. Logan are you okay?” Luna asks.

Logan blinked and refocused in on his hosts. Luna was looking over at him with big concerned eyes.

“Yes, Luna, I’m fine. It’s just been an…odd day,” Logan says, taking another bite of his spaghetti.

“Is it because your train left?” Luna asks.

“Ah, yes that’s part of it.”

“Luna, eat your dinner,” Kai says, clearly taking pity on Logan. “remember you have to finish eating if you want to help Mama with the cookies.”

“Okay!” Luna says, starting to eat her pasta with renewed energy. Logan saw Arlo smile a little out of the corner of his eye.

“We’ve been doing cookie tests,” Arlo explains to Logan. “To see which ones are the best for Santa this year.”

“Tonight, peanut butter!” Luna exclaims. “Will you be our taste tester Mr. Logan? Mom always says the same thing no matter what we give her.”

Kai pretends to look offended. “It’s not my fault you two are wonderful bakers.”

“You just like the food,” Arlo mutters.

Kai rolls their eyes, though they were smiling fondly. “Well…you’re not wrong.”

Logan found himself smiling to himself. The two rather reminded him a bit of Roman and Virgil, in the way they bickered.

“Will you, Mr. Logan?” Luna asks again, cutting off her parents.

“I’d be honored,” Logan says, knowing there was no way he could ever say no to those hopeful eyes. Also for the sake of staying on the good side of her parents.

Luna grins and happily goes back to her dinner, satisfied.

“I can’t put my finger on it.”

Logan looked up from where he’d been sitting in their living room, reading a book he’d read probably a thousand times on this trip home. Kai was sitting in an arm chair on the other side of the room, studying him. In the kitchen, the sound of Luna’s and Arlo’s giggles sounded.

“Pardon?” Logan asks.

“I can’t figure out why Luna likes you so much,” they say. “Believe it or not, she’s not one to take to strangers so easily.”

Logan just shakes his head. “I could not tell you.”

“Hm,” Kai says, shaking their head. “I suppose there is something trustworthy about you. Still, though, it’s weird.”

Logan didn’t exactly know how to respond to that, but thankfully he didn’t have to, because Kai went on.

“We’ve got a friend who could possibly drive you to Richmond,” Kai says. “I’ll try calling him tonight. He’s got family in the city so it wouldn’t be a bother for him. At least it shouldn’t. after that, though…”

“Once in Richmond, I can walk,” Logan says. “I know the way well enough.”

Kai raises their eyebrows. “You’re going to walk? In this weather?”

Logan shrugs. He’d been thinking about this for a while now. He didn’t want any of them to have to get on the roads (Logan knew first hand that none of them could drive on icy roads), however because Logan had worked in Richmond for years, he knew how to get home. He explained this to Kai, who only shook their head.

“It’d be better to just call them,” they say.

“Perhaps,” Logan agrees. “However, I do not know the status of Roman, if he is home or not. I do not want him to get home and Patton or Virgil not there to greet him.”

“Might be better than hypothermia,” Kai points out

Logan opened his mouth to answer, but just then Luna came running in, covered in flour and batter. Arlo came chasing after her, both of them laughing. Luna attempted to hide behind Kai, but Kai just scooped her up, spinning her around.

Logan smiled as he watched them. they were an odd bunch, sure, but then again, the best people were. Besides, Luna was obviously loved, and that was the most important thing. Besides, Logan couldn’t possibly say anything considering the personalities of his own boyfriends. He couldn’t help but think if they’d had a child how much Patton would dote on them, how much fun Roman would have playing with them, how Virgil would know just how to take care of them…

Logan stopped that thought process before it could spiral. There wasn’t going to be a child in their lives for quite some time, if ever. Still, though, watching this family…he couldn’t help but think about what if.

After Luna had gotten a bath and the cookies were in the oven, Kai disappeared upstairs to call their friend, they said, to see about getting Logan a ride. That left Logan with Arlo and Luna, watching the Polar Express as they waited for the cookies to be done. Once they were, Arlo left to take them out of the oven.

“Mr. Logan?”

Logan looked over at Luna to where she was sitting on the floor, playing with her own toy train. “Yes?”

“You were in Italy for a long time, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you said you were teaching kids there English.”

“That is correct.”

“Does that mean you know how to speak Italian?” she looked up at him then, her head tilted.

“Well,” Logan considered this, “I’m in no way fluent, however I know enough to hold a conversation or communicate with my students.”

Luna nodded, looking back down at her train. Logan frowned. “Why? Is there something you wish to know the meaning of in Italian?”

“Kinda,” Luna mutters.

“Then perhaps I could help you,” Logan says.

Luna’s seems to consider it for a moment. “How do you say, ‘I love you’?”

Logan blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“I know how to say it in English, Spanish, and French,” Luna explains, almost shyly. “Mama and Mom always tell each other they love them in those languages. I don’t know why. But I want to learn how to say it in all sorts of languages so if I ever come across someone who speaks that language, I’ll always be able to tell them that.”

It was such childish logic that Logan smiled at the sheer simplicity of it.

“What a perfect reason,” he says. “Very well, I believe the phrase is ti amo. Very similar to Spanish.”

He watched as Luna mouthed the words, matching the way Logan had pronounced it. Then she looked up at him. “Do you say it to your boyfriends?”

“Of course,” Logan says. “I always tell them that I love them.”

“But in Italian?”

Logan couldn’t help the amused smile on his lips. “Yes, sometimes. They pretend to be annoyed sometimes, though.”

Luna smiled a little at that. “Just like Mom and Mama.” She pauses for a moment in thought. “What are they like?” she asks.

Logan took a moment to think on that one. His first instinct was to say amazing, but he knew that a child like Luna would not take that answer. “They’re…well Roman’s dramatic. He’s an actor, you see, so he is very into the eccentrics. Patton is very caring and loves just about everything…” Logan went on and on. The more he talked about his boyfriends, though, the more his heart ached. He hoped Patton and Virgil ate. He hoped Roman was being careful on the road. Hell, he hoped Roman had made it home already…

“Luna, do you want to come pick out some decorations?” Arlo calls from the kitchen, breaking Logan out of his thoughts.

Luna perks up. “Coming Mama!” she gets up to leave, but smiles at Logan. “Thank you, Mr. Logan,” she says, patting his arm as if providing comfort, before skipping out of the room.

Logan shook his head. He’d never understand children.

Five cookies and a slight stomach ache later, Logan was settling into the Rose’s guest bedroom. He could hear Kai and Arlo putting Luna to bed down the hall, their voices soft to the point where he couldn’t make out any words. letting out a breath Logan fell back on the bed. This day had been…exhausting. He still wasn’t completely adjusted to the new time, either, so even though he’d had a rather eventful day, he doubted he’d be falling asleep any time soon.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Logan looked up and saw Kai standing in the doorway. “Our friend, Holland said he’d take you to Richmond. Said he’d probably be here in the afternoon to let it warm up a little.”

Logan nodded. “I appreciate everything you and your family have done for me,” Logan says. “I…do not know what I would’ve done.”

Kai shrugs. “You would’ve figured it out, I guess,” they say. “But you’re welcome. Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight,” Logan says, and they left.

Sighing, Logan turns the light off and rolls onto the bed. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and he was so, so close. One more drive, and he’d be there. He’d walk all the way from Richmond. Sure, he might get scolded by his boyfriends for it, but Logan was too homesick right now to really care.

He’d call them in the morning, but only when his news would be good news. He hoped with all of his heart that Roman was home, or at the very least safe. Maybe he was with Patton and Virgil now. The thought made Logan smile to himself. Knowing those three they probably made a big deal out of everything.

Snuggling into the pillows, Logan sighed. Soon. He’d be with them soon.

“Do you have to go Mr. Logan?” Luna asked as Logan set his back pack down on the couch.

“I do need to get home,” Logan says.

Luna pouts, which honestly just confused Logan. As entertaining as Luna’s questions and mindset were, he didn’t quite get what she liked about him. He’d been a mere stranger just a day ago.

“Luna, Logan has to go back to his family,” Arlo says, kneeling by her daughter and kissing her cheek. “We can’t keep him away from them, can we?”

Luna pouts a little. “no…” she looks up at him. “But you’ll tell us you got there okay, right? I remember when Grammy was out in the snow she was stuck for two whole days and couldn’t call anyone. So promise?”

A bit taken aback by Luna’s request, Logan looks at Arlo, who sighs, standing. “It would be nice to know you got home safe,” she says. “Here.” She hands him a card that said ‘Doctor Arlo Rose, psychiatrist’ with a phone number and address on it. “It’s my work number, but whenever I take time off it directs to the phone I keep here,” Arlo explains. “No one ever really calls during the holidays, though, unless there’s some emergency, so if it rings I answer it.”

Logan nods, tucking the card into the pocket of his jacket. Kai came in then, smiling at Luna before looking up at Logan. “Holland’s here.”

Logan picks up his backpack and looks at the family. “I sincerely thank you for your hospitality,” he says. “You…did not have to take me in.”

“It’s no problem, Logan,” Arlo says. “We just hope you get home okay.”

Logan gives a small smile and nods, about to follow Kai out the door. “Wait!” Luna exclaimed. “I almost forgot!”

Logan paused and turned to see Luna run back into the kitchen. She came back a moment later with a box. “Cookies!” she exclaims. “For you and your boyfriends. You said they liked cookies, right?”

For a moment, Logan was too surprised to say anything, but then he grinned. He knelt and took the box from Luna. “They love cookies,” Logan says. “And I’m positive they will love these. Thank you, Luna.”

Luna beamed and then went to stand with Arlo, who was smiling almost proudly at her daughter. Kai, too, seemed to be holding back a smile. When Logan turned to them, they quickly turned away, clearing their throat. “Be safe Logan,” they say as he leaves. He turns and smiles, giving a small wave to the three as he walked towards the truck waiting for him.

The car ride was…awkward, to say the least. Holland, while seeming to be a nice enough guy, obviously didn’t share any of the same interests as Logan. Ten minutes down the road and that was painfully obvious. From music tastes to what they generally like to talk about, so most of the ride was silent. It was only when Logan saw a sign that said they were over half-way to Richmond did Logan speak up.

“May I borrow your phone?” He asks.

Holland looked over at him. “Something wrong with yours?”

“It’s dead.”

Holland nodded and handed his phone to Logan, dial pad ready. Logan thanked Virgil’s worrisome brain for making them memorize each other’s numbers as he quickly dialed Patton’s.

The phone rang for a few moments before Patton answered. “Hello?”

“Patton,” Logan says, feeling his lips curl into a small smile.

“Logan!” Patton exclaims, relief in his voice. “Thank goodness! We were so worried.”

“I apologize for that,” Logan says with a small sigh. “Things have been strange, I suppose you could put it.”

“Pat, pat, let me talk to him.”

“We can all talk to him, Princey,”

“But I really want to talk to him.”

“Is that Roman?” Logan asks, feeling as if a thousand weights had been lifted off of him.

“Yeah! He got back last night. Hold on I’ll put you on speaker.” There was a brief pause and then, “Logan!”

Logan smiled. “Hello Roman, I’m glad you hear that you made it home safely.”

“It is nice to be back,” Roman says. “But we’re missing you! How much longer?”

Logan glances out the window. “Maybe…I don’t know.” their journey had taken twice as long as Logan had initially thought, thanks to the snow.

“We tried calling the number you called from yesterday a few hours ago,” Virgil says. “Someone named Arlo answered?”

“Logan, she said you had to stay with them because the train left you?” Patton asks. “What happened?”

“Long story short, my dears, I was stranded for a while before Arlo and her family were kind enough to let me sleep at their house,” Logan says. “However now I am growing closer to you every minute.”

“Do you…do you think you’ll be home by tonight?” Virgil asks nervously.

“I sincerely hope so, my dear,” Logan says gently.

“Hey man I need to call my own family,” Holland says.

Logan sighs. “Yes, of course,” he replies before turning his attention back to his phone call. “I must go.”

“Logan wait, please,” Patton says. “We’ve barely heard anything from you. We…we miss you!” Logan could hear Patton’s voice start to shake, and he closed his eyes, trying to keep his own emotions under control.

“I know Patton. I’m sorry for this.”

“Just get home to us safely, nerd,” Roman says.

“I will.” Logan promises. “I love you all.”

“We love you Lo,” Virgil says. “Stay safe.”

The call ended, leaving Logan with an ache in his chest. He silently handed over the phone to Holland, and kept his eyes on the window for the rest of the car ride.

When Logan saw the familiar city, he almost wanted to cry. Almost there. He was almost there.

It was nearly dark, their drive having taken much longer than it should have because of the snow and ice. Thanks to the truck, however, it went far better than Logan could have hoped for (and considering the few days he’s had, his expectations were fairly low).

Logan wasn’t exactly sure where Holland would drop him off at, so he was slightly surprised when the drove through the city and left it. He glanced at the other man, confused. “I thought you had relatives in the city.”

“Nah,” Holland says. “They live just a bit outside. Where do you live? I can probably drop you off.

“My home is not for another half hour, at least.” Logan says.

Holland nods. “Kai said that you were going to walk. Are you sure about that?”

“No offense, but any other mode of transportation has failed me, so forgive me if I trust my own legs more.”

Holland actually chuckled at that. “Fair enough. But it’s cold enough that maybe second guessing that is a good idea.”

“Perhaps,” Logan says. “However I am confident I can handle it. Besides, I do not wish to keep you away from your family, especially on Christmas Eve.”

“Okay how about this?” Holland says. “I drive you half-way between our houses. That way I still get to my family dinner at a decent time, and you don’t stay out in this cold for longer than you have to. Also, Kai and Arlo won’t kick my ass as hard.”

Logan thought about it for a moment. “I suppose that is sufficient.”

It turned out that half-way between their houses mean an hour’s walk for Logan. An hour. He could handle that.

Holland pulled over on the side of the road and put the truck in park.

“Thank you for your help,” Logan says. “I deeply appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Holland says with a smile.

Logan turns to leave, but Holland stops him. “Whoa, there, you don’t think I’m letting you walk out in the snow like that?”

Logan gave him a confused look, but Holland just reached into the back seat. He pulled a jacket as well as an assortment of other clothing items and put them on the seat between them.

“This jacket,” Holland says, “is great. It’s a hunting jacket, so it’s meant to keep you warm in extreme colds. Then of course we’ve got the gloves and hat, and here’s an extra pair of socks.”

Logan looked at the clothing. “I…I couldn’t…”

“Hey, better to be safe than sorry,” Holland says. “You can either keep it or mail it back to Kai and Arlo if you want. Oh, and here’s a flashlight so you’ll be able to see when it gets really dark.”

Logan looked up at Holland. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Holland says with a satisfied smile. “Sure you don’t want me to drive you the rest of the way?”

“You should get to your family,” Logan says, putting all the gear on. “And I should get to mine.”

The streets were so dark. It seemed that with all of the snow, a lot of people had lost power. A few people had generators in their homes, but most seemed to be completely without power. The streetlights, too, were out, making the night weirdly dark and quiet.

Despite the fact that the sun had set and no other lights seemed to be on, though, there seemed to be some kind of light around him. He could see, at least, fairly well without the flashlight—which he used only when needed so he could keep his hands warm—and the night was silent thanks to all the snow. It was oddly beautiful.

After about half an hour of walking, it started to snow again. Great. Just what Logan needed. He hunched in the slightly oversized jacket more, trying to keep as much as himself warm as possible. Despite the extra layers, he was starting to shiver, the cold slowly creeping in. He kept his focus on his walking, making sure to keep an eye out for familiar signs. With everything covered in snow, though…it was hard. Really hard.

Eventually it got to the point where he didn’t know how long he’d been walking, but it felt like too long. More than the hour he’d expected. It was becoming harder to think the colder he got. He kept slipping on ice too, making him fall. He probably had about a dozen bruises at this point.

He couldn’t feel his toes. Or his face. He could barely see in front of him, he couldn’t even hold the flashlight still. He could hardly think past the cold that was almost burning. Mostly, though, he had no clue where he was.

Patton stoked the fire, holding his hands in front of it to warm them. they’d been without power for a few hours now, and they were starting to feel the cold. Thankfully they had a fireplace to warm the living room, and each other to cuddle with.

“It’s getting late,” Virgil muttered. He was sitting by the window, staring out at the front lawn. “Do you think he’s okay.”

Patton and Roman shared a look. The truth was, they didn’t know. Not any more than Virgil did. They were all worried. “You’re just going to drive yourself crazy there, love,” Roman says gently. “Come sit by the fire with us?”

Virgil sighs, looking like he was about to stand up and join them, but then he looked out the window and jumped up. “Someone’s out there.”

Patton and Roman hurried to the window and followed Virgil’s gaze. Sure enough, someone was stumbling outside, looking frozen. They all watched as the person stumbled and fell sideways right into their yard and didn’t try to get back up.

“Oh my stars!” Roman exclaims. He was already reaching for his boots and jacket.

“Virgil help me get some more blankets,” Patton says, hurrying towards the back of the house.

Roman raced out to the person, who still didn’t seem to be movie. He ignored the cold as he knelt in the snow and turned the person over.

“Logan?” he gasps. It was most definitely the face of his boyfriend, his lips blue and his eyes drooping.

“Roman?” Logan muttered, looking up at him as if he didn’t believe that Roman was there.

“My love!” Roman exclaims. “What on earth…” Roman shook his head. Now wasn’t the time. He quickly scooped Logan up and hurried to the house. They needed to get him warm.

“It’s Logan!” Roman calls when he gets back to the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Logan?” Virgil asks, rushing over to him.

Patton was just staring, looking slightly scared.

“Come on, we need to get him out of the wet clothes and by the fire, now,” Roman says, moving towards the fire. He set Logan down as close as possible, Virgil kneeling with them to sit behind Logan and help to take off his backpack, then jackets. That just seemed to make Logan shiver more. Virgil started rubbing his arms while Roman removed Logan’s shoes. “Patton get the blankets,” Roman tells him, “and some new clothes for Lo.”

Patton nodded and left, coming back with even more piles of cloth. The boys were quick to get Logan into dry clothes, and then wrap him up in blankets. All the while, his eyes and head were starting to droop.

“Logan, baby I need you to stay with us,” Roman says, trying to shake Logan awake. “Virgil try to keep him awake.”

Logan, for his part, seemed to be trying. He kept shaking his head, and moving around slightly, looking at each of them as if he couldn’t believe they were there.

“At least…I made it,” Logan says with a small sigh, leaning against Virgil.

“You absolute dumbass,” Virgil says, shaking his head. “What made you think walking would be a good idea?”

“Couldn’t trust anything else,” Logan mutters. “It was a matter of time before the truck broke down too.”

None of them knew what he was talking about, but they figured they’d get the full story when Logan wasn’t on the brink of hypothermia.

“I’ll warm up some soup for you,” Patton says.

“I’m going to get some hot water to try and warm his feet up with,” Roman says. He caresses Logan’s cheek for a moment. “Stay with us love okay? Don’t fall asleep.”

“Try…” Logan muttered.

Virgil and Roman exchanged a look and Virgil nodded. He’d keep Logan awake as best he could. Roman gave a small smile and squeezed Virgil’s shoulder before getting up and going to the kitchen.

Logan was simultaneously cold and warm all over. He could feel himself shivering, but he couldn’t feel the cold quite that well. He felt all the blankets around him, and Virgil’s arms around him, and the heat from the fire, but it did nothing to stop the shivering.

“You’re okay Lo, you’re okay,” Virgil muttered, rubbing his arms even though they were covered in blankets. “You’re going to be okay, just stay awake.”

Logan nodded. He knew that he needed to stay awake, knew that it was bad that all he wanted to do at that moment was fall asleep, but it was hard to fight his body. He snuggled closer to Virgil, forcing himself to focus on how the other boy smelled and felt.

As Roman and Patton worked, Logan lost track of how much time was passing. Every now and again Virgil would shake him awake. All Logan wanted at that point was Roman and Patton with them. He just…he just wanted them.

“Shh, Lo, it’s alright, they’ll be here soon,” Virgil muttered.

Logan hadn’t realized he’d spoke aloud, but he managed to nod and cling tighter to Virgil.

Eventually Patton and Roman came back. Roman gently had Logan put his feet in the warm water, which stung at first, but gradually felt more comfortable. Patton fed him soup, insisting that he keep his arms wrapped up. The warm liquid seemed to warm his insides, and Logan started to feel a little more awake.

Once the soup was gone and Logan wasn’t trying to fall asleep every five minutes, Patton and Roman both snuggled up to him, wrapping their arms around both Logan and Virgil.

“Honestly Lo what were you thinking?” Patton muttered.

“That I needed to get home by any means necessary,” Logan mutters back, leaning his head against Patton’s.

“What did we tell you about being safe, nerd?” Roman asks.

Logan kisses his forehead. “I blame the snow.”

Virgil’s arms tightened around him. “Don’t do something like that ever again.”

Logan sighed contently. He was still shivering a bit, but at least he could feel the cold. With his boyfriends there…well it was worth it.

As the night wore on, Logan told them about what had happened. All the while, they unwrapped Logan from the blankets only to get under them with him, adding to the warmth tenfold. The only time anyone got up was to add more wood to the fire or to grab some pillows when it became obvious that they weren’t sleeping in their bed that night. When Logan told them about the cookies Luna had given him, Patton got them for them all to snack on.

“You sound pretty taken by Luna,” Patton says. “Does this mean you want a kid?”

The question was phrased so casually it took Logan and the others time to process it. When they did, they all sat up a little. Patton look at them with confused eyes. “What? It’s just a question.”

Logan sighs, relaxing against Virgil and Roman as he looked at Patton. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. He glances around at his boyfriends. “Perhaps…one day.”

“Okay let’s just…not…think about it,” Virgil says, shaking his head.

Roman presses a kiss to his cheek, then Logan’s, then Patton’s. “He’s right. It is a conversation for another day. Tonight, let’s just rejoice on all of us being together again.”

“Okay,” Patton says with a small, tired smile. He settled against the pillows he was propped up against, his arm thrown across Logan, his hand on Roman’s thigh, his head in the crook of Virgil’s neck.

Logan sighs. “Is it okay for me to fall asleep yet?”

“Roman,” Patton says.

Roman sighs but gets up, coming back a moment later with a thermometer. He takes Logan’s temperature and lets out a relieved sigh. “It’s still a little low, but not in danger of anything.”

Logan nodded, smiling a little when Roman curled back into the cuddle pile. He was still a little cold, but with the three men he loved wrapped around him, he couldn’t stay that way for long. They all stayed up talking until they drifted off to sleep, one by one.

Logan smiled as he drifted off, warm and safe. Finally, he was home.

A/N: Alright I said this was the last chapter, but I miiight write the epilogue for it. If y’all want it, really. Also since this is over, you guys can send prompts for this AU, if there’s anything else from it you want to read about. i.e. when Logan was in Italy, or Roman with his theater group or any time after this story takes place if you wanted to read more with the OCs. Anyway thank you so much for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed it :)

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