#losleep

This is for me and the five other losleep fans left or smth-

Also, what they say in case my handwriting is hard to read:

Logan: aren't you supposed to be working right now Remy?

Remy: relax babe, all that stress is bad for ya

Mm this is for the holiday gift thing: Star + Loceit or Losleep

aaaa thank you!!! and ooh yes i love it!! human au with losleep, here you go!!

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Remy flung open the door of the bedroom. “Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. Ba—”

“What is it, dearest?” Logan asked with an amused sigh, looking up from his laptop, where he was editing the third chapter of his dissertation.

“What’s that website where you can name a star?” Remy asked, draping himself over the back of the armchair Logan was sitting in. “And get like a little certificate and shiz?”

“I don't recall.” Logan frowned. “Their claims are unrecognized by the scientific community and have little basis in reality.”

“That’s what I thought you'd say,” Remy said smugly. “C’mere.” He grabbed Logan’s hand and tugged, attempting to drag him upwards over the back of the chair.

Logan got to his feet instead. “What are we doing, again?” he inquired.

“Come here,” Remy insisted, dragging Logan all the way through their apartment and out onto the little balcony outside the kitchen. It was already dark, even at barely five in the evening. “Okay. Okay okay okay.” He bounced on the balls of his feet, looking very pleased with himself.

“It’s cold,” Logan observed.

“Shut up, we can cuddle and make out when we go inside and then you’ll be all warmed up. Lookit. I had an idea.”

“Do tell,” Logan prompted, intrigued in spite of himself. He rubbed his hands briskly up and down his arms to warm himself.

“Okay. So you said that website thing is all made up, yeah?”

“Yes.” Logan had no idea where this was going; Remy was all smugness and eager smiles.

“But like, it still means a lot to some people. Even without it being sciencey. Right?” Remy pressed.

“I—I suppose,” Logan admitted.

“Like, basically what they’re doing is just saying, ‘I love you so much I want to give you a whole entire star, so I decided this one is for you.’ It’s about sappy shit like that, right? And it literally only matters because they say it does?”

Logan considered this. “That’s rather sweet, actually. I suppose that is a fair interpretation. What does that have to do with—”

“Okay,” Remy interrupted, grinning, “now tell me your favorite star in the sky. I know you have one, you nerd. Point it out for me.”

Logan blinked, his cheeks flushing. “Well—” He hesitated, feeling almost shy, warm butterflies waking in his stomach.

“C’mon, sugar. Show me.” Remy wrapped his arm around Logan’s waist from behind him, hooking his chin over Logan’s shoulder and resting his other hand on the back of Logan’s own. “Which one?”

Very aware of Remy’s soft breath on his ear and neck, and face ablaze in a way that was somehow not unpleasant, Logan hesitantly raised his hand, searching the sky until he could pick it out. “Over there. Just—just above that tree, and then a little to the left. The second one. It—it doesn’t have any significance, but I—I just like it. Why?”

“Great,” Remy said happily. “I’m naming it after you.”

Logan choked on air, even though he had formed a vague idea of what direction this was probably going. “I—you—what?”

“I’m naming it after you,” Remy repeated, pressing a loud smack of a kiss to the side of Logan’s neck. “Me, here, right now. That’s the Logan star now. I don’t give a damn what anyone else says.”

Logan’s heart was doing funny little flips in his chest. “Oh,” he managed, his voice coming out incredibly flustered.

“Yeah.” Remy grinned and pressed another kiss to Logan’s cheek.

“It—it’s not the official name for it,” Logan said, just in case Remy had somehow forgotten this.

“I know. It’s the me name for it.” Remy grinned, spinning Logan around and catching him by the hands. “Cause I loooooove you. Enough to give you a whole star all to yourself.”

Logan found he was smiling uncontrollably. “Remy?”

“Yeah, babes?”

“That’s—you’re—I love you too,” Logan blurted. “More than stars.”

Remy’s face melted into an expression of pure delight. “Awww,” he cooed, hands moving to Logan’s waist and pulling him closer.

Logan leaned into the warmth of his boyfriend’s body, burying his face happily in the taller man’s shoulder. “You said something about making out,” he said into Remy’s neck. 

“Hell yeah,” Remy agreed at once.

“I would like that, please,” Logan said. “But we should go inside first. Where it’s warm.”

“You got it, hot stuff.” Remy bent and without warning scooped Logan’s legs right out from under him, lifting him off his feet and laughing when Logan yelped and flung his arms around Remy’s shoulders for stability.

Remy carried Logan back into the apartment. “You know,” he said, setting Logan on his feet and shutting the balcony door, “you should finish your PhD faster.”

Logan let out a startled laugh, following Remy to the couch. “Why?” he asked as they sat and Remy tugged him into his lap.

“Cause then I’ll be able to say that kissing you is just what the doctor ordered,” Remy said matter of factly. He reached up to cup Logan’s face in his hand.

“Ah, I see.” Logan leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and smiling. “I’ll get right on that.”

“Hell yeah,” Remy said. He drew Logan down to rest their foreheads together. “You’re prettier than every star there ever was, you know,” he murmured.

Logan’s face split in a grin, and instead of bothering to answer, he pressed his lips to Remy’s, feeling splendidly warm inside and out.

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