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Ever since he was young Logan’s been sick. Off and on the illness took over him and off and on he’ll end up in the hospital. He hated it, hated it with a passion cause that takes his time away from school and his studies. Though it properly doesn’t help that he overworks himself and doesn’t care about any stupid risks that he’s body tries to tell him, really it’s his fault majority of the time on how he ends up sick all the time. And his stubbornness doesn’t help matters any.

But one day when he’s been at the stupid hospital now for about a week he walks around the grounds (really sneaked out but hey can you blame him being cooped up in that small room with nothing to do) he meets a young boy. A boy that looks about his age with curly blond hair and round glasses. Sure his cheeks were sunken in and his hair looked dull but he still had on a bright grinning smile. A smile that could rival the sun if Logan dares say so.

It was the boy who came up to him noticing that Logan was looking at him and introduce himself. Logan wasn’t sure what to do all he knew was that his cheeks felt hot, his chest hurt, his stomach felt like he’s riding a rollercoaster right now. Very quietly and stuttering he introduced himself and cursed at himself under his breath at his flustered state. But Patton, what a wonderful name Logan thinks, doesn’t seem to mind it. He just keeps smiling.

They chatted for a bit really Patton chatting while Logan tries to come up with what is wrong with himself in his mind while watching the sunset then they went their separate ways. But when Logan went back to his room after getting yelled at by the nurses he couldn’t stop thinking about that boy.

Why did he have that reaction when he met this Patton? Why does every time he even thinks of the boy his heart stops a beat? The monitors aren’t going off so there’s nothing wrong with him that way. So what could it mean??

Curiosity got the better of him and he went back to that spot the very next day and luckily he didn’t have to wait long before he spotted the boy again. And his heart definitely skipped a beat when he saw the blondie wearing a bright blue dress with a sunflower crown on his head.

Okay… Logan may be out of his league here, just a tad bit.

While he’s frozen Patton notices him and practically runs full speed over to him and manages to stop before he runs straight into Logan. Once again Patton has on that beaming smile, and once again Logan didn’t know what to do.

They chatted a bit more and Patton tells him that today she goes by she/her pronouns and that interests Logan to a account. He’s never met somebody who’s genderfluid let alone somebody else who’s in the LQBT+ community he felt like he finally got somebody who understands him, at least somewhat. That’s when he tells Patton that he’s gay and ace to which Patton was happy about too as she shared the same thoughts.

It was nice to Logan that he could have somebody to share that with since his parents weren’t very accepting of that and apparently neither was Patton’s.

Every day they met on that same spot, and every day they talked for hours while they watched the sun or watched the flowers around them. It was nice. Even though it was cliche to Logan it felt like he met a friend that he hasn’t seen in a long time. And as they hanged out more he realized what those signs earlier means. He is in love with Patton. He’s never been in love he’s never cared about any of that before he doesn’t even know how to think through these emotions let alone express them.

But he finally does tell Patton one day. Logan has noticed that Patton hasn’t been doing good at all lately, his cheeks are more sunken in, his skin becomes more paler as the days go by, his skin is winkled. He didn’t know if he should ask Patton what is wrong so he doesn’t but he is concerned for him. What if he…no Patton won’t leave right? Though Logan himself has been getting much better these past few weeks he knows that maybe he can go back home and won’t be stuck here anymore at least for a while but that would mean leaving Patton behind right? He wants to tell Patton this but he’s afraid to so he holds it in.

On that day Patton shares with him a secret that he learned after being here for a few months a secret wishing well one that’s covered by trees and bushes and weeds but to the both of them it looks beautiful. There Logan tries to confess though his entire body is shaking and hes stuttering left and right but Patton breaks him off and says yes he loves him back.

But… But the doctors say he doesn’t have long to live… Really that’s why he shared this secret with Logan and only Logan because he wants him to share it to the other kids that has wishes and hopes but doesn’t have anywhere to place them, to have at least somewhat of more hope. Cause that’s what he needed when he found this place and when he wished his first wish here. And that’s what he got cause the next day he found Logan and he couldn’t be more happier.

Logan didn’t know what to say back but he cried. After finally finding his soulmate, his love, he finds that they won’t have long time to spend together. That fate really does hate him doesn’t it? But he said yes that he will make sure that the other kids know about this place that he won’t let it rot here anymore.

Next week when Logan goes back to their meeting place he stayed there for hours but Patton never showed up, when he asked around he found out that Patton passed away that night. He didn’t even get to say goodbye one final time, he didn’t even get to hold his hand as he goes. But one thing he was told by the nurses was that he passed away in his sleep and wasn’t in any pain, so that made Logan feel somewhat better.

Years passed and Logan got better he didn’t have to go to the hospital as much and he passed all his classes even made a few friends. Nothing much as changed in the hospital during that time but one thing has. And what is it you may ask?

Now there’s a breathtaking wishing well right next to a large garden full of blue and yellow flowers, every day almost every kid goes there and wishes their wish. And every day Logan goes there with a bouquet of blue flowers and places it on the grave beside it sits down and talks about his day and what his discoveries while watching the clouds and the sun pass by.

LESS THAN A FUCKING HOUR

WHAT THE FUCK

Title: Homeward

Word Count: 10,636

Summary: All Virgil wants is to be home with his dads for Christmas Eve. With his flight canceled, he’ll do whatever he can to make that happen: even accept a ride from a classmate he barely knows. Human AU. Platonic Prinxiety, Background!Parents!Logicality.

Warnings: cursing, some angst, homesickness in drove, homophobia mention, brief discussion of foster care, puns and other shenanigans, car troubles, unsafe driving behaviors (please don’t drive when sleep deprived, friends!), lying, crying, arguing, please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Oof, friends. I started this fanfic before Thanksgiving, and only now finished it. It is my longest TS fic to date (yikes, over 10k? Sorry mobile users who’ll get spammed with the length of this fic on first posting). I actually really enjoyed writing it, though, even if it did give me fits at times. I really, really hope you all enjoy it, and that the wait was worth it. I would love to know what you think. ^u^ Happy holidays! <3 Edited by yours truly, so all mistakes are mine.

Edit: Formatting issues warranted me trying to post this again. Sorry for the double notif! <3

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December 23rd - 6:04 PM.

Virgil Sanders feels his stomach sink as he stares at the email on his phone.

He’s gripping the device in fingers that are stiff and red from the cold air as he stands outside the university’s Humanities building. The cold, biting December air stings in his nostrils, and Virgil tucks his nose into the thick black scarf wrapped around his neck. The few students still on campus hurriedly rush across the plaza to duck out of the freezing, unforgiving cold and into the warmth of the buildings.

Virgil, on the other hand, feels rooted to the spot. He swipes down to refresh his inbox as if the airline might send him an email with the subject line of “hey, we were just kidding!”

Anything but the “Flight GW8102 Canceled” subject line, and the offer for a refund with the explanation that the next two days have flights completely booked.

Tis the season, Virgil thinks bitterly, his stomach churning. His chest clenches against the cold air.

Maybe he’s overreacting, but the realization that Virgil won’t be home for Christmas makes his throat close up and his eyes burn. He grits his teeth and resists the urge to hurl his phone through the campus square. He has to go home. The first time he has a real family and home to spend Christmas with, and he’d be trapped on campus with nobody. Alone.

This year was supposed to be different. Virgil hadn’t spent a Christmas alone—or feeling like it—since Logan and Patton had taken him in when he was fifteen-almost-sixteen as a foster kid. He was seventeen when they asked if he’d like to be adopted.

This would be his first Christmas as a real, legal Sanders. And now he wouldn’t even get to spend it with his dads.

Virgil clenches his jaw shut and shakes his head. “Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath. “Just perfect.”

“Everything Gucci?” a distantly familiar voice speaks up.

A heartbreaking thought, truly. Thank goodness Virgil is there to help him through this!

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Virgil walked, not very carefully concealing his steps, down the 3 am shadow cast hallway. He came to realize being the only one awake sometimes had it’s advantages; not having to sneak around after all of the others were asleep, for one. 

He passed by each door, glancing along the surface of each. 

Until he passed Logan’s.

Unlike in it’s usual early morning isolation, it was slightly cracked, just enough to let the soft sound of quiet crying, gentle mumbling seep through into the hallway. Enough to stop Virgil cold in his tracks, hand gravitating toward the knob as he pushed it open gently.

Logan didn’t seem to notice as he entered, or didn’t care, back turned toward him. It gave him time to observe, the entire situation intimidating, the tension mounting on him. He watched as Logan curled only further in on himself, legs tugging to his chest as he shook gently, emotion spilling over on what he doubtlessly thought was an empty room.

Without even thinking about it, Virgil padded over next to him. 

“Lo?” He whispered, hand almost falling on his shoulder before the other practically jumped. “Hey, calm down.”

“What-”

“I heard you, crying I mean.”

“Oh.”

He didn’t allow the quickly uncomfortable silence to persist for long. “Can I-”

And to his shock, without even a fraction of the prying he thought he would have had to try, Logan simply shifted further toward the wall, laying back in the position Virgil had found him in.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He shifted downward, turning toward him, head rested against his arm. 

“I feel so worthless, Virgil.” He practically whispered, but each syllable was audible, any path Virgil thought the conversation would have taken dissipating suddenly with his admittance.

“Oh-”

“No- no it’s fine, this is all so theatrical, I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Logan, please don’t do that.” he sighed, “can you turn over?”

He was facing nose to nose with the other, bloodshot eyes conveying obvious exhaustion. “Look me in the eyes, and tell me everything’s okay.”

“Everything is satisfactory, I am fine-” But even as he said it Virgil could hear the break in his voice, see his eyes begin to swim with tears. 

“Come here.” he put his arms gently around him, Logan not resisting, soft sobs breaking through the quiet. 

“I’m so useless.”

“Shhh, none of that.” He ran a hand through his hair, “It’s okay L.”

SO UH

THOMAS TWEETED THIS EARLIER TODAY

AND HE WAS JUST ON A CHARITY LIVESTREAM WITH HANK GREEN AND SAID HE HAD JUST BEEN FILMING

AND HE LOOKED LIKED THIS

Like we have seen in his room that when his anxieties are heightened his eyeshadow gets darker so maybe his anxieties worsen to the point his entire eyes is surrounded by it and his lips turn black….

No?

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