these bones decay

The best Leighton has arrived! If any of my cousins told you they were the best, they were lying through their teeth. 

... I am so fucking done.

“Good job, you are an inspiration to us all,” Sully nodded as he started stuffing the food into his mouth at the counter of the fast food outlet. He turned around to leave, leaving the work attendants completely baffled, when he ran into someone familiar. “Hey! Did you want something to eat? I bought more wings than one man will ever need.”

What kind of question is that? Gimme.

“I… uh, I l-lost my w-wallet…” Matheson stuttered quietly, keeping his eyes on the ground and his cheeks red because he’s more embarrassed than anything. 

Hey buddy, it’s okay. I lose my shit all the time. We’ll find it. And if we don’t I’ll call the station and see if anyone’s handed a wallet in.

“There’s an offensive lack of kid books sold in stores these days. I swear, Jax and I have gotten through four this week alone so we’re gonna need more than these books about the clumsy goat or bison or whatever the hell it is.”

Mate, if you want me to go there for you, all you have to do is ask. I mean I don’t know anything about kid’s books but I’ll pick the least ridiculous sounding ones. 

Hunter couldn’t deny the fact that Logan getting competitive and using his last name was, well, incredibly hot. He watched as he considered the different machines, arms folded as he observed the boy, a feeling in his chest that he pretended he didn’t recognise from a long time ago. When he turned, Hunter dropped his arms, considering the options himself now before moving to the nearest machine. “Gotta warn you, this is one of my bests.”

The younger boy’s smirk was firmly set as he watched Hunter consider his options, one hand still tracing the details of a penny machine with his finger. Logan ignored the sudden rush in his gut as he followed Hunter to the game he indicated, stopping in his tracks and chuckling as he observed it. “A racing game? Really?” Logan shook his head as he sat down in the seat next to Hunter, his long legs heavily bent at the knee and poking out at either side, far enough to rest against Hunter’s. “Now you should know that I have just passed my driving test at the tender age of twenty three and I am fully aware of the laws of the road,” Logan placed his hands on the steering wheel and turned his face towards Hunter with a smile, “and I will not be obeying any of them.”

Bill: because I can convince dean to move out and leave you to have the apartment to yourself

Hm, was that a name I heard? Someone have a crush?

I am too old to have a crush. 

Dean: a really COOL prank that they are too BORING to appreciate

Logan: what

Logan: did

Logan: you

You think they’re nice even when your eyes keep flickering to my lips instead?

... You picked up on that, huh?

Even though we’ve been here long enough to adapt.

I will never adapt my skin is too pale.

Matheson watched as Logan fell backward and he couldn’t help but feel the relief flood him as he ambled away from the building’s ledge. Falling to Logan’s arms felt natural, and as Matheson started to cry he knew Logan did as well. If anyone was going to understand what he was going through, it would be Logan. Clutching onto him tightly, essentially forbidding him to let go, Matheson cried onto Logan’s shoulder. “H-he… he’s g-gone too. Adam left t-too…” Matheson stuttered violently. 

Taking a step away and wiping his eyes, he observed the wreck of the two of him and it was clear the two were similar. But it was Logan who looked after Math most of the time, that’s just how their friendship worked. Now was not the case, and Matheson had to swallow his own feelings for the time being to be there for Logan. “It’s… it’s so c-cold up here Logan. L-let’s t-talk inside m-maybe? Or l-let me get you s-something to eat or d-drink to something, y-you must need it… you’ve b-been gone for so long.” Matheson tried to breath again and the tears remained, but now he was able to manage the smallest of smiles to see that Logan was still here, that he hadn’t left, that he was still around. No matter what, he had Logan. That was enough for Math for now. 

Finding himself content with the temperature of the formula, Asher retrieved his son from his crib and gently rocked him as he fed him his bottle. Asher hadn’t even contemplated how weird this would be for Logan. Their time apart meant that when Asher was dealing with things on his own, he was really on his own. Of course he had Leightons dripping off him, and he did appreciate everything they’d done for him, it just wasn’t the same as having his best friend there. Whilst Jax wriggled in his arms and took in more of the liquid, Asher’s eyes reconnected with Logan’s. “So what… what have you been up to?” The end of his sentence rose an octave it felt like, unable to stop feeling the awkwardness that had completely blanketed them. Asher had invited Logan to talk, but Asher hadn’t even realised he just didn’t know what to say. 

Athena: i LOST MY VOICE???

Jude: Free me from work, to be honest. I broke two lenses today.

Tiernan: I'm a drunk blanket burrito.

Tiernan: love me

Draco: I broke my guitar strap.

Draco: I might cry.

Logan: why