Day 46/365
Words: 254
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: Imagine your OTP is stuck without power during a thunderstorm, and since Person A is a bit jumpy, Person B volunteers to make them feel better with a few kisses/makeout session. During all that, a loud crash of thunder rolls outside, making A jump and accidentally bite B’s lip. (OT3 bonus points if C sees the whole thing and can’t stop laughing.)
Notes: Definitely, definitely crack.
“Jules, it’s thunder. You’ll survive,” Logan promised, pressing closer to him on the couch. “Seriously. It’s dark, but it’s not like you’ve never been in the darkness before.”
“It’s pitch black and the thunder is loud,” Julian complained, arms crossed as he pouted.
“What if I kiss it better?” Logan asked, and Julian snorted.
“It’s not going to get better with just a couple of kisses,” he muttered, though a smile was on his face. He would never say no to kisses from Logan, not after how long he had waited.
“Well what about more than just a couple of kisses?” Logan asked, lips pressing firmly against Julian’s.
The brunette inhaled, and he chuckled shakily, still hyperaware of the pitch black room and the storm right outside. Even so, he gave in, smiling against Logan’s lips as they kissed and parting his lips slightly, opening them more the moment he felt the blonde’s tongue.
Julian had almost forgotten about the thunderstorm as they continued to kiss, but just then, a particularly loud clap sounded, and he felt himself jump.
“Fuck!” Logan whimpered, and Julian felt him pull away. Too late, he realized he’d clamped down hard on Logan’s lip, biting it.
“Sorry,” he whispered, relaxing slightly when he felt Logan laugh.
“That hurt, you fucker,” he teased, and Julian felt a hand on his cheek.
“My bad,” he added, kissing Logan’s lips gently again. “I love you?”
“You’re an idiot,” Logan said fondly, rubbing his fingers against his lip. “But I love you too.”
Day 45/365
Words: 515
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson, mentions of Derek Seigerson
Idea: “look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU
Notes: Still so behind
“Stop!”
Logan stopped speaking mid-sentence, eyes widening in complete surprise at the outburst. Julian could take a lot of crap, but he couldn’t handle this anymore. He and Logan may still be friends after their break-up, but he was never going to be ready to hear about the new guys his ex was interested in. It had hurt before they’d dated, and now that he’d had the blonde and lost him, it felt even worse.
“Look, can you please just go talk to Derek about this?” Julian asked irritably, eyes decidedly on his phone so that he didn’t have to look at the prefect who he was still so hopelessly in love with. “I really don’t care which song you pick to woo the new kid.”
“Jules, what the hell?” Logan asked, finally seeming to have found his voice again.
“I said get out of my room.”
Throwing up his arms in frustration, Logan stalked over, grabbing the phone out of Julian’s hands amidst his protests, which forced him to meet his eyes again.
“No, I want to talk. You’re not being honest with me, again. You’re always hiding something from me. This is exactly why we broke up in the first place!”
Logan had been the one who had broken up with him after a stupid fight, saying that he didn’t want to be with someone who always seemed to be keeping everything to himself. Julian kept his emotions guarded: it was a defense tactic, but Logan had always taken it personally.
“What do you want me to say Logan?” Julian asked blandly, eyes flicking away from Logan just briefly. “That I miss you? That listening to you moon over someone else feels like you’re ripping my heart out of my chest all over again? That I’m still in love with you?”
“Only if it’s true,” Logan murmured, moving a step closer to Julian and placing a gentle hand on his arm.
Julian inhaled, blinking as he looked down. “Logan, don’t...” he whispered.
“What if I said I was still in love with you too? That I’d never stopped?”
Eyes snapping back up, Julian shook his head. “Then I wouldn’t believe you. You broke up with me, Logan, for pretty much no reason. And you’ve obviously moved on.”
“Julian, I broke up with you because you never talked to me about anything. I never knew what you were thinking because you always kept everything to yourself. Just...”
Logan’s hand had settled on his cheek, and now Julian was realizing just how close their faces were. He swallowed, never breaking eye contact with Logan, and then the blonde’s lips were on his.
Julian eagerly responded, hands seeking out his ex. “I missed you,” he mumbled against his lips. “I don’t want you to be with anybody else. I love you.” If putting all of his feelings on the table was what was going to get Logan back, Julian was going to do it.
“Shh, no more talking,” Logan whispered, backing Julian toward the bed as he continued to kiss him. “But I love you too.”
Day 44/365
Words: 180
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: Have parents!Jogan
Notes: So so behind
“Hey Lo, where did you—”
Julian stopped in his tracks as he walked into the living room, his entire face lighting up when he saw the scene before him. Logan was completely passed out on the recliner, his mouth open just slightly, and their son was sound asleep on his chest, an adorable pout on his face and tiny hands clutching at the fabric of his father’s shirt.
How had he gotten so lucky? He’d never even expected to get Logan’s attention, much less wind up marrying and raising a family with him.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to Logan’s forehead before doing the same to his son.
He’d been folding laundry, but the chore now lay forgotten as Julian realized he would much rather be in this room. He grabbed his latest script from the coffee table and curled up on the couch, figuring that the laundry could just wait. Though he attempted to read through the script, his eyes continued to flicker over toward his husband and son, the soft smile never leaving his lips.
Day 43/365
Words: 248
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: Have some Dean and Sam Winchester inspired road trip fun.
Notes: Still short. Much sorry.
“Logan, seriously, when do I get to pick a song?”
Julian was whining, and a smirk came to Logan’s face. He’d offered to switch with his boyfriend and let him drive for awhile, and the brunette had declined. As far as Logan was concerned, the driver picked the music. Julian could just shut up until he was willing to pull his own weight for this road trip.
“Sorry, but are you driving the car?” Logan asked, smirk still prominent on his face.
“Well...no, but I seriously can’t listen to any more show tunes. This is awful. Why didn’t we just fly? We would have been there in an eighth of the time.”
A pout had taken over Julian’s face at this point, and Logan pressed the pause button on his Spotify playlist.
“Jules, it’s the Book of Mormon. Listen to the lyrics, it’s funny. If you hate it that much, why don’t you just put in headphones?”
“Logan, please.”
Logan sighed heavily before handing his phone over to Julian. “You get one song. But I swear, I’m not driving this whole way. You’re getting a turn.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you...” Julian said, seemingly very entranced by Logan’s phone as he scrolled through, trying to pick the perfect song.
Though he rolled his eyes, a fond smile was still on Logan’s face. He loved his diva of a boyfriend, no matter how annoying he might be, and he couldn’t wait to see where this road trip brought them.
Day 42/365
Words: 217
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: Have some worried!Julian after their puppy falls off the couch.
Notes: So shorttttttt.
"Logan, he fell off the couch!” Julian exclaimed, holding the puppy close to his chest as he coddled him. “We’ve got to get him to the vet now.”
“He’s not even limping! He yelped, but he seems totally fine. You’re being ridiculous,” Logan countered, huffing out a laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Their new little french bulldog had been sitting on the couch when he had taken a tumble, and of course Julian had completely overreacted. As far as Logan could tell, the puppy was absolutely fine.
“Dogs are good at hiding their pain Logan. You don’t know that he’s fine!”
Logan’s eyes rolled, and he reached over the rub the puppy’s head. “Let’s compromise. We will take him to our regular vet tomorrow just to get him checked out. You’ll probably make it seem worse than it actually is, and they’ll give him some pain meds to make you feel better. It’s after hours, and I’m not going all the way to the emergency vet for this.”
“...Okay,” Julian said begrudgingly, kissing the french bulldog on the top of the head.
“I’ll call first thing in the morning. I promise,” Logan added, leaning forward to press his lips against Julian’s softly. “Don’t worry too much.”
Day 41/365
Words: 279
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson, Derek Seigerson
Idea: Imagine your OTP “playing the floor is lava”. Person B takes the game way too seriously.
Notes: This is definitely crack hahaaha. Like 100%. Have a drunk thing.
“Julian, jesus christ. You’re drunk. You almost just face-planted on the floor,” Logan said, his voice accusatory, eyes wide as he perched atop his chair, looking over at his boyfriend.
“The floor is lava! There’s no way I’m getting scorched!,” Julian said sternly, his speech slightly slurred, and the other Stuarts just rolled their eyes.
“You jumped like ten feet onto a rolling chair! You’re losing it! You’re going to hurt yourself, and none of us are in a position to drive you to the hospital,” Derek snapped, also perched atop a chair as he looked at Julian with disdain.
“You’re both just mad because you thought I was going to lose just now, and I’m still in the game,” Julian said with a smirk, holding onto his rolling chair as he wobbled. “I will never touch the lava!”
“Fucking christ,” Logan muttered to himself, eyeing his next target, a pillow cushion on the floor closest to the Castle. “Just please don’t hurt yourself?” he finally said, right before making his move, and Julian snorted.
“I never hurt myself,” he promised, and though Logan knew that wasn’t true, he no longer had the strength to worry and complain about it.
“Fine. Seriously though, if I have to call 911 to pick your ass up—”
“Logan!” Julian snapped, and Logan rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”
“Okay,” Logan shrugged, not sounding convinced as he downed the liquor before him, but Julian’s words seemed to be enough for him for now.
“Your turn Derek,” Logan said, and Julian shot his boyfriend a grateful smile, glad that the attention was finally off him. He would show him: he would show them all.
Day 40/365
Words: 849
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson, mentions of Derek Seigerson
Idea: ¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU
Notes: I’m still snowed in. No work tomorrow. I’m going stir crazy. Send help. But yeah have a mostly canon thing where Julian and Logan dated and then broke up and miraculously Julian didn’t immediately flee Dalton.
“Get in,” Julian snapped, sunglasses on his face despite the fact that it was half past three in the morning. The last thing that he wanted was to be spotted by the paparazzi at Scandals, of all places. Logan owed him big for this: they weren’t even dating anymore, and things had gotten awkward after they’d broken up. He wasn’t even sure why he had answered the phone call.
“You came!” Logan said happily, sliding into the passenger seat and fumbling around as though he was looking for something. “Do you have an iPhone charger in here?”
Julian rolled his eyes, not even sparing a glance at his intoxicated ex-boyfriend. He ignored the question entirely. “Buckle your seatbelt,” he demanded, his voice firm and leaving no room for discussion.
Blinking, Logan looked as though he had to think about it for a moment before he realized what Julian had said. He grabbed the seatbelt, fumbling for several seconds before he managed to click it into place, a victorious smile taking over his face.
“How much have you had to drink? You’re underage, you’re the goddamn prefect, and you’re drunk off your ass. Derek had to cover for you, again.”
Julian sounded disapproving, though he realized that was he was being completely unfair. He’d had his fair share of wild nights in Hollywood with his friends, after all. Plus, they were broken up now. If Logan wanted to go meet guys at a gay bar, more power to him.
“Five...no, six shots of bourbon? And a couple of mixed drinks,” Logan mumbled, running a hand over his face and heaving a sigh, seeming to realize just how drunk he was. “And then my phone died. But I still remembered your phone number,” he added with a grin, looking incredibly proud of himself. “Pretty impressive, right?”
“Great, so now some random person you bummed a phone off of has my phone number. You’re a fucking idiot. Why did you call me, of all people?”
Beyond frustrated, Julian’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. They really weren’t even friends anymore. He didn’t have to answer that call, so why had he? Logan would have gotten home just fine if he had ignored the call. He could have just called a cab.
You’re still in love with him.
He knew it was true, but the realization was still startling, and Julian swallowed.
Logan looked wounded, eyes casting downward as he slurred, “Because I knew you’d come. You always come when I need you.”
“I hate you,” Julian muttered, desperate to silence the opposite feeling that was now bouncing around in his head. “I hate you so much. Fuck you. We aren’t even together anymore. It’s ridiculous that I’m picking you up after a late night of flirting with other guys.”
Logan was quiet now, and Julian had no idea what was going through his mind. The thought scared him.
“You broke up with me, J...” the blonde eventually whispered, holding up a hand to stop him before he could begin to argue. “I know, I was an asshole. It was my fault it ended. But I’m lonely, and you can’t just expect me to stay single for the rest of my life.”
Logan was silent for a moment, and Julian thought that he was done talking, but then he spoke again, so quiet that Julian could barely hear him. “God, I miss you so much. No one in there even compared to you tonight. You’re perfect, and they all were just...”
He’d trailed off again, but for the first time, Julian’s expression softened. “You’re drunk. You don’t really mean that.”
“I am drunk. But I mean it. I really mean it. Why do you think I drink, Jules? It’s cause I lost you.”
Julian blushed, glad that Logan was too drunk to notice. Drunk people often spoke the truth, but he still wasn’t sure that he was willing to buy what Logan was saying.
He hadn’t realized it, but they had gotten back to Dalton, and he parked his car. There was no way that he was prepared to have this conversation right now, especially when he had no idea how much of it Logan would even remember tomorrow.
“We’re going to have to sneak in, but Derek is on stand by,” he mumbled, changing the subject entirely and taking the keys from the ignition before realizing that Logan’s eyes were still on him.
“Jules...”
“Can we just talk about this tomorrow? When you’re sober?” Julian asked, his voice strangled. He was desperate not to do this right now.
Logan seemed to consider it, and he nodded, finally getting out of the car.
“Okay, so I’m gonna act sober, and Derek’s gonna let us in?” Logan asked, managing to trip before he’d even finished his sentence, and Julian finally cracked a smile.
“Come on, squid. Let’s get you back to Stuart.”
Julian grabbed his hand, and the prefect grinned widely. Maybe picking Logan up hadn’t been the stupidest thing he’d ever done. Maybe there was still some hope for the two of them.
Day 39/365
Words: 1180
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: Have some seven minutes in heaven Jogan.
Notes: I hate the snow. I hate the snow. I hate the rain and I hate the sleet. Also why do I always leave my one shots unresolved? The world will never know.
The worst part about being paired with Logan for seven minutes in heaven was having to pretend that he was completely uninterested in the whole idea of it. Amidst all of the cat calls and whistles, he’d just rolled his eyes, made some snarky comment, and then sullenly followed Logan into the closet, right where his true sexuality still remained. The space was small, and their heads bumped together in the darkness as Julian stood there awkwardly. “I didn’t know people actually played this game past middle school. This party is so lame,” he muttered.
“Well I’m so sorry it doesn’t measure up to what you’re used to back in Hollywood,” Logan snapped, and Julian could feel his fiery glare. “You spun me. Now you’re trapped in here with me for seven minutes. Those are the rules. Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to turn you gay. Calm down.”
Julian sighed to himself, moving backward until his back hit the wall. “I’m perfectly calm. Don’t be like that.”
Internally, he was furious with himself. If he hadn’t made such a big deal about it, maybe he could have gotten away with making out with Logan just for fun. He could have just blamed it on the alcohol later (though he hadn’t had much at all to drink tonight).
They were both quiet for a second, Logan breaking through the silence when he asked “So what are we supposed to do for seven minutes? I’m bored.”
Maybe he still could blame it on intoxication. After all, this might be the only chance he would ever get to finally experience what it was like to kiss the boy he’d been fantasizing about since freshmen year. Besides, Logan was bored, and Julian was pretty sure that he could fix that.
He hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, managing to find Logan’s lips in the darkness. His hands sought out the blonde next, one resting on the back of his head and the other settling on his cheek, pulling him closer as his lips parted. Julian inhaled deeply, shocked that he’d had the gall to do this in the first place. He was still fearful that Logan would pull away and ask him what the hell he was doing, but for now, Julian was relishing this moment.
The prefect’s lips were as soft as he had always imagined, and he felt his heart flutter as he tilted his head just slightly to the side in an attempt to deepen the kiss. He was actually kissing Logan Wright, and so far, he hadn’t been pushed away.
If Logan was surprised, he didn’t show it, instead letting his tongue slip past Julian’s parted lips. He felt hands on his hips, pressing him back against the closet wall, and a soft groan fell from his lips as his best friend’s tongue throughly explored the cavern of his mouth. Damn, Logan was good at this, and it was easy to see why he had never had a problem reeling guys in. Now he was even more jealous than ever of everyone else who had ever been with him.
He eagerly sucked Logan’s tongue into his mouth, no longer having time to dwell on the possible repercussions of this kiss. The hand on Logan’s cheek fell as Julian got more comfortable, and he decided to explore, snaking his hand underneath the front of the prefect’s shirt and splaying it across his abs.
This had been an awful idea, but Julian couldn’t even bring himself to regret it. It was going to hurt so much worse once Logan had a laugh about this later, and it would really drive the point home that the prefect was never going to feel the same way about him, but Julian often lived for the now, and the now was very, very good.
Heated kisses, soft touches, and suddenly Julian had lost track of time, abruptly breaking away from Logan when the rapt knock came at the door. Just like that, the kiss was over. He ran his fingers over his lips, glad that it was still dark and that the blonde boy couldn’t see him. Remembering suddenly that he had an image to maintain, he ran his hands quickly through Logan’s hair, attempting to straighten it somewhat before doing the same to his own, and a wide grin overtook his face. He just kissed Logan.
“Still bored?” he asked his best friend out of the side of his mouth as the door opened, the light illuminating them both, and Julian looked embarrassed when he realized that despite his best efforts, Logan still definitely looked like he’d just been fooling around in that closet.
“Not at all, actually,” Logan replied, giving him an odd look, one akin to the way he had always looked at Blaine and Kurt when he’d been pursuing them. Julian didn’t know what to make of that, and he flushed under the gaze, going to take his place back in the circle.
“Who’s next?” the actor asked quickly, hoping to get the attention off of the two of them before anyone could go asking questions about what exactly had just happened in that closet. Derek looked absolutely giddy, but before he could say anything, Julian silenced him with a glare.
Kurt gave him a curious look, seeming to understand what was going on, and he grabbed the bottle. “My turn!” he called, successfully getting the attention off of the Stuarts, and Julian shot him a grateful look.
Still feeling green eyes on him, Julian turned, blinking when he looked at Logan.
“Would you stop looking at me like that? I’m drunk. It was a kiss. Don’t read into it,” Julian muttered, the words whispered in Logan’s ear as the bottle spun.
“No you aren’t,” Logan murmured. “You act like I don’t know you at all.”
Julian huffed, deciding not to acknowledge that Logan had called him out. “Drop it, Logan.”
“When have you ever known me to let things go?” Logan still looked serious, though he had a slightly bemused expression on his face.
He wasn’t drunk yet, but now Julian was suddenly craving something much stronger than the beer he’d been sipping on before, and he stood.
“I’m going to the kitchen to get a drink,” he replied, and Logan’s face fell.
“I’ll come with you,” he offered, and Julian snorted, gesturing toward the bottle, which had landed on Logan.
“I’m good. Looks like you’re up again,” Julian said with a shrug. “Lucky you.” Of fucking course Kurt had spun and landed on Logan. That was just his luck.
Kurt was suddenly looking very uncomfortable, mumbling something about, “Well Logan just went, so I can just spin again...,” and the other boys looked like they were trying to make sense out of what exactly was going on.
Julian shrugged and flashed a smile and a wave as he turned, heading into the kitchen and leaving them to sort out their stupid game. Whiskey on the rocks it was. It was going to be a long night.
Day 38/365
Words: 406
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: I took a Virginia Tech tradition and made it a Dalton tradition. Happy snow day to those on the East Coast!
Notes: Trying my very best to catch up today.
“Jules, you have to come. It’s the first time you’ve actually been at school for the annual first snowball fight of the year!” Logan insisted, peering outside at the snow as he slipped on his coat, trying to see who had already gathered outside.
Every year at the first real snow, Dalton had a school-wide snowball fight. It was usually house against house, though occasionally the day students joined in if they didn’t cancel school before the snow fell. This year, the school had taken precautions, canceling classes in advance, and Stuart House was looking to overtake the reigning Windsor champions.
“Logan, there’s heat and internet in here. Pass,” Julian said, feigning boredom as he kept his eyes glued on his phone screen.
“But you love precipitation! It’s still snowing outside!” Logan tried as he pulled on his gloves, starting to sound desperate. Windsor always had more volunteers than they
“No, I love the rain,” Julian clarified. “I don’t love getting pelted in the face with snowballs by immature Windsors.”
“You won’t get pelted in the face! I’ll protect you!” Logan’s words were sincere, his face serious, but Julian just laughed, shaking his head.
“...Somehow I doubt that. I’m pretty sure your self-preservation will win out. You’ll ditch me pretty quickly” Julian teased, a grin on his face as he remained on Logan’s bed.
Logan was pouting, and Julian continued to smirk, playing around on his phone. He knew that he would eventually give in, but it was so much fun to give his best friend a hard time.
“I just need you to throw a couple of snowballs. We need every Stuart we can get. Losing isn’t an option this year,” Logan reiterated, and Julian groaned, finally getting up from the bed.
“Fine. But you owe me. And you better protect me, or I’m punching you later,” he promised, slipping on his coat as well and trying to hide his smile when he saw how happy Logan was that he was coming. It was a small victory, but Julian would take it. He could do anything to see the blonde smile
“Yes! Great! Okay, come on, we’re already late” Logan said excitedly, grabbing Julian’s hand as soon as he had put on his gloves, and the brunette blushed, hiding his face from Logan’s view.
Now if only they could win this snowball fight, it might shape up to be one of their best nights ever.
Day 37/365
Words: 216
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: Have some snow day AU things (because I couldn’t think of any reason Julian would insist on going out in the snow otherwise)
Notes: TO FINISH CATCHING UP TOMORROW!
“Logan, come dig out my car.”
The tone was demanding, and Logan wasn’t in the mood, not moving from his spot on the couch. “No, I’m good,” he said languidly.
“Logan, seriously, please.”
The blonde sighed, looking up at Julian and running a hand through his hair. “Please don’t make me do that. Why can’t you just take a cab?”
“And entrust my life with a stranger? No thank you. I’ll drive myself. Besides, we don’t have the money for that,” Julian said firmly, crossing his arms as he stared down Logan. When he got no response, he threw his hands up in the air, frustrated. “Babe, come on, please! I have to be at this meeting in 45 minutes.”
A groan, and Logan finally got off the couch. “You realize you’re completely capable of doing this yourself, right?” he asked, slipping on his winter coat and going to grab the shovel.
“Ah, but I have to finish getting ready. Thank you Logan, you’re the best!” Julian sing-songed, swooping in to press a chaste kiss to the blonde’s lips before heading back in the direction of the bathroom.
“You suck,” Logan called back after him, sighing as he slipped on some gloves and headed out into the blistering cold.
Day 36/365
Words: 741
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: “well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU (from @auprompts)
Notes: I’m super behind, so two today, two tomorrow. We had like half a centimeter of snow last night, but my city didn’t salt the roads, and it took me THREE AND A HALF HOURS to get home last night. Needless to say, I just came home and went to sleep, hahahaa.
“Maizy, stop,” Julian snapped, yanking hard on her leash to get the golden retriever to stop tugging so hard. She continued to whine, still pulling him toward something that she was obviously very excited about. He had absolutely no idea what had gotten into her today: usually she listened well to him.
His eyes followed her line of vision, looking for what she was so intent on seeing. As soon as he saw the man sitting on the park bench, he paled, cursing to himself.
He hadn’t spoken to Logan for over six months, since the day he’d screamed at him to get out of his house and never speak to him again. The blonde hadn’t listened, continually calling and trying to apologize, but Julian had shut him out, ignoring every single call.
There was no getting Maizy to calm down now that she’d seen him, and Julian sighed deeply to himself, reluctantly padding over to the bench. He was sure that she was missing him, and even though this interaction was bound to be awkward, he wasn’t going to keep her from seeing his ex. The retriever jumped up onto Logan before he could even say anything, and the blonde’s eyes snapped up in surprise, the confusion written all over his face when he saw who it was.
“Hey Logan,” Julian said quietly, eyes trained on the ground. “Sorry, she saw you from across the park, and she kind of dragged me over here. You know how she is,” he added sheepishly.
“It’s okay,” Logan promised, laughing softly as Maizy practically jumped into his lap. “Hey good girl, how are you doing?” he gushed as he scratched behind her ears. Maizy panted, tail wagging furiously as Logan continued to pet her.
The brunette finally looked up, smiling sadly when he saw how happy the dog looked. God, he still missed Logan so much. He had to remind himself that he’d been the one to end the relationship. This had been what he’d wanted.
Green eyes flashed his way again, and Logan’s expression was unreadable as their eyes met for the first time. “It’s been awhile. You look good, Jules.”
Julian swallowed, all of his feelings he thought had long been buried coming back to the surface. He’d never truly gotten over Logan: he’d just distracted himself into pretending that he was okay. “You do too,” he said quietly.
He hated Logan. He hated his entrancing green eyes and his charming smile and the way he made him fall for him all over again with just a look and a couple of words.
“How have you been? I haven’t heard from you since...” Logan trailed off, knowing there was no point in finishing the sentence.
“I miss you,” Julian breathed, the words blurting out before he could stop them. A faint blush colored his cheeks, but he steeled his ex’s gaze.
Logan’s breath caught, and he stood, one hand still petting Maizy to pacify her, but his full attention was on Julian. “You didn’t return my calls.” The words were accusatory, though Logan’s tone was not.
I made a mistake. I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have yelled at you to never speak to me again. Come home.
The thoughts swarmed through Julian’s head as he scrambled to come up with something to say, finally whispering “I’m sorry.”
Apologies had never been Julian’s forte, and though Logan had certainly started the fight that had led to the ending of their relationship, Julian had escalated it. The blonde had already apologized in numerous voicemails, but Julian hadn’t acknowledged a single one.
“I love you,” Logan said firmly, and Julian abruptly threw his arms around him, wrapping him up tightly. This had been everything he’d been missing for the past six months. Logan’s arms felt like home, and Julian had been gone for a long time.
Maizy jumped up, presumably wanting to join in on the hug, and Logan laughed softly, moving away from Julian.
“Are you busy?” Logan asked, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Do you want to go get a coffee or something? With me?”
His ex sounded as though he was trying to avoid looking too hopeful, and Julian answered with a, “Sure,” attempting not to look too desperate.
“But you get to walk Maizy. She’s tugging my arm off trying to get to you anyway,” he amended, a small grin on his face.
Day 35/365
Words: 296
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson, mentions of Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson
Idea: Imagine your OTP having Facebook profiles and after a while of secretly dating, deciding to make their relationship “Facebook official.” Cue HORDES of people (ranging from friends, family, rivals, co-workers, and people they forgot existed) commenting and messaging them about it. Bonus if their parents, who they forgot were also on their friend’s list on Facebook, joking and posting stuff like “Sweet, I’m getting grandkids, guys” or “Wow! looks like my kid is getting some tonight!”
Notes: Writing is not happening for me today part deux.
“Oh my god, I’m about to shut down my Facebook page,” Logan moaned, clicking out of yet another message.
Though he and Julian had been dating for nearly two months now, they had only just decided to make it public, and the small step of changing their relationship status on Facebook had turned out to cause a lot more talk than they’d hoped it would. There were the people who claimed, “I knew it!” and those who got mushy and claimed, “You guys are so cute!,” but what had really floored Logan were the people who were messaging him questions about the relationship who he hadn’t talked to in ages.
Julian was curled up on the bed, scrolling through the comments on the status. Rolling his eyes, he muttered, “Of course Hummel had something smart to say.”
“All he said was that he was glad we’d finally fessed up,” Logan said with a shrug. Looking over Julian’s shoulder, he sighed deeply. “Even Blaine commented on it,” he complained, and the brunette snorted as he put his phone aside, snuggling up against Logan’s chest.
“How long until this finally dies down and people leave it alone?” the prefect asked after another moment.
“In my experience, a week tops. Probably less. Something more exciting will happen, and everyone will have something else to talk about,” Julian murmured. He didn’t care if they were talking: he’d waited years to be able to be the guy who was dating Logan Wright, and he no longer cared who knew it.
“Okay. I can handle a week.” Kissing the top of Julian’s head, Logan settled back on the bed.
His phone buzzed, and he groaned again. “Seriously, another message?” he hissed, turning the phone on silent.
Day 34/365
Words: 251
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: Have some Jogan wedding planning, since lord knows that’s all I’ve been doing all day.
Notes: Writing is not happening for me today.
“I think we should just elope. Who really needs a wedding anyway?”
“Logan!”
The look Julian was giving him was practically murderous, and Logan hid his grin. He knew that his fiancé lived for this, always so excited about picking out new details for their wedding. Logan didn’t care about any of the particulars: he just wanted Julian to be happy.
“It would be much easier,” Logan continued to tease.
Huffing, Julian crossed his arms as he stalked over to the blonde. “You know I can’t do that. I’m Julian Larson. I’m supposed to have the wedding of the season. Now can you please just help me pick the flowers for this table arrangement?”
Nodding, Logan responded to a text, murmuring a distracted, “Yeah, those ones look great.”
“Logan, you aren’t even looking!” Julian whined. “I’m between two colors.”
Looking up, Logan smiled. “Jules! Anything you pick is going to be great.” He glanced at the flowers, shaking his head at the choice on the right. “That color is awful. Go with the purple.”
Surprised, Julian scratched at the back of his head. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Okay.” Sparing him a sidelong glance, he chuckled softly. “Thanks. You’re being marginally helpful now, I guess.”
“Always am,” Logan insisted, pulling Julian to him and kissing his lips gently. “Let me know if I can be of any more assistance.”
Julian pulled him back when he tried to move away, this kiss lasting a moment longer. “Love you.”
Day 33/365
Words: 371
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson, mentions of Derek Seigerson
Idea: Based on that Warblerland fact about Julian knowing right away that Logan was having an allergic reaction and demanding to know where his EpiPen was.
Notes: I’m behind again. I was doing wedding planning all weekend XD
Logan looked over at Julian curiously from his spot on the hospital bed. “You don’t still have to be here, you know. I’m sure you’ve got work to do.”
Thanks to Julian, Logan had gotten his EpiPen injected in a timely manner after accidentally ingesting peanut butter. If his best friend hadn’t acted so quickly, this situation probably would have been much worse. Now, he had to remain at the hospital for several hours for observation still, and he didn’t want Julian to feel like he had to stay. He had already wasted enough of his time tonight with this whole situation, and Logan was starting to feel almost bad.
“I know,” Julian said shortly, looking up from the script he’d been reading for a brief second.
Shifting uncomfortably, Logan’s eyes stayed on Julian, watching as the actor went back to looking over his script.
Well, if Julian wasn’t going to leave, then Logan was going to continue to talk to him. “You knew I was having an allergic reaction and needed my EpiPen.”
Julian snorted, setting the script down in the chair next to him. “I’m not a moron.”
“Neither is Derek, but you’re the one who knew what to do.”
Steeling Logan’s gaze, Julian shrugged. “Can’t have you dying on me. Who else will I argue with back at Dalton?”
A soft smirk came to Logan’s face. He was pretty sure that was Julian’s way of telling him that he cared.
“Well anyway...thanks. It’s nice to know someone is looking out for me anyway.” Logan had never really had that before. Things were strained with his family, and he hated most people, so he didn’t make friends particularly easily. That he had Julian to rely on was important to him, even if the actor was away quite often.
“This is getting a little too mushy for me Lo,” Julian teased, laughing as Logan chucked his pillow at him.
“Shut up Jules.” A moment later, he scooted over on his bed to make room for his best friend. “Want me to run lines with you?” It was the least he could do really, after all Julian had done for him tonight.
Julian smiled, grabbing the script and standing. “Yeah, definitely.”
Day 32/365
Words: 190
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: Logan didn’t do his chores.
Notes: Have a short thing because I haven’t got much time today. :P
Julian was standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he looked at his boyfriend pointedly.
Sitting on the couch watching television, Logan looked up as he heard the other boy come in, raising his eyebrows when he saw the look on his face. He was in trouble, and he wasn’t sure for what. “Yes?”
“Logan! You didn’t do a single chore on the list I left you today!”
Julian had been out filming all day, and Logan had the day off, so he’d left him a short list of things to do. Now that he was back, the trash still hadn’t been taken out, the dishwasher still hadn’t been unloaded, and the floor still hadn’t been vacuumed.
“...Whoops.”
Logan had the decency to look sorry, immediately standing up and coming over to Julian, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m sorry. I’ll do them now. I just forgot.”
A soft smile came to Julian’s face, and he nodded. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll help you.”
A chaste kiss, and Logan was pulling on Julian’s hand, leading him toward the kitchen. “I’m holding you to that. You can tell me about your day.”
Day 31/365
Words: 298
Rating: PG
Characters: Logan Wright, Julian Larson
Idea: au where character a always comes into the restaurant character b waits on tables and leaves a nice tip. character b chases after character a when they discover character a has accidentally left a fifty dollar tip. “it wasn’t an accident. did you get the note i left on the napkin?”
Notes: Aaaaaand back on track finally. And WOW I’ve made it a month! I’m so proud of myself. Have some waiter!Julian and affluent!Logan
“Wait!”
Logan turned, hiding a smirk when he saw his hot waiter chasing after him. He’d left him his number on a napkin, and he’d been hoping the guy would call him later, but he hadn’t expected his response time to be this quick. Turning, he flashed a grin.
“Yes?”
His waiter, Julian, looked incredibly flustered, and stuck his hand one, looking as though he was trying to hand some money to Logan. “I think you accidentally left your change. Your bill was only like, 30 dollars, and you left me a 100 dollar bill.”
Eyes widening in pleasant surprise, Logan shook his head. “It was intentional.”
Julian’s jaw dropped slightly, and he looked more flustered than ever. “Seriously?”
Edging slightly closer to the waiter, Logan laughed. “Seriously. Didn’t you get the note I left on my napkin for you?”
Cheeks turning red, Julian relented and put the money into his pocket. “Uh...no, I must not have seen it.”
“Huh.” Logan grabbed Julian’s notebook that he used for writing down orders, instead scribbling down his phone number once again. “There.”
“What are you doing?” the waiter asked, finally managing to look as though he was calming down at least slightly.
“Giving you my number, of course.”
If it was possible, Julian’s cheeks turned even redder, and Logan’s laugh rang out once again.
“So that I can take you on a date sometime,” he clarified, placing the order book back. “If you want to.”
“I want to,” Julian said quickly, and Logan smirked again.
“Perfect. I’ll see you around then. Give me a call after your shift?”
Julian nodded dumbly, and Logan smiled, giving him a curt wave before he was off, the waiter staring wistfully after him. He would be calling him the second he got off work.
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