I WANTED TO WRITE TEENAGERS OKAY.,,ANGSSST

although I do headcanon logan as mute when a teen, im writing this when he's starting to talk again so. Also this is like a mess of ideas with alex being like "it aint my bday" and it had no purpose other than satisfying cute headcanons for logan and alex

Alex's P.O.V.

Today's my birthday. I've always hated my birthday. My dad's birthday was on August 28th and mine, amazingly so, is also on the 28th. When I was little, I loved having the same birthday as my dad. It was like a huge party. Elias and the boys would come over, our dads would fight over whose kids is better while me and the Walkers would create havoc in the living room with the small soldier toys. But now, Elias isn't home as often, Hesh is always training, and Logan knows to not bring it up. Well, he does express the whole "I'll give you a gift cause you're my friend", but he doesn't bring the date or the birthday up. So as I went down the stairs to get some breakfeast, I sure didn't expect Logan trying to cook something.

"What in the fuck are you doing Logan."

"Uuuh...I'm trying...to cook pancakes."

"Why?"

"Well dear you're getting closer to death so I mean."

I snorted and rubbed my eyes. Logan's always been a nihilist at heart and he's not afraid to make jokes about it.

"The sweet embrace of death shall take me in a couple of years, meanwhile let me enjoy being fifteen."

"Doesn't matter, knowing you, you'll accidently kill yourself over a fucking branch."

"Excuse me Logan Thomas Walker, this is your type of death."

He chuckled and dropped some pancakes on a plate. Hey they're not even burnt. I took a plate and sat down, waiting for Logan to finish his pancake.

((Time Skip))

I grabbed my books and waited for Logan, wondering where he went again. I heard someone call my name from behind and turned around, not surprised to see the one I was searching for.

"Where were you?"

"Walkin."

"Walking? Just outside?"

He nodded and grabbed his books.

"You're weird Logan."

"Why thank you Alex, I appreciate your comment."

I punched his shoulder and started walking towards class, looking back to see if Logan followed.

"If you promise me to tell anyone it's my birthday, I won't insult you anymore, 'kay?"

He sighed and nodded, following me to class. As soon as I walked in class, I saw the date on the board and cringed mentally. Sometimes he'd get drunk. Those were not the good times.

((Time Skip))

"School's over, weekend's here, fuck everything."

I threw my bag down and threw myself on the couch, Logan clearly chuckling.

"C'mon, today wasn't that bad."

"Mhm, even when that douchebag slammed you in the lockers?"

He sighed and sat down the couch, pushing my legs off.

"You almost killed him."

"Worth it."

Logan laughed and ruffled my hair. He picked up the remote and switched the TV on.

"Alex you're taking literally the whole couch."

"Bite me bitch, it's my birthday."

He stared at me and frowned, crossing his arms.

"So I can't tell you it's your birthday but you can get whatever you want by saying it's your birthday?"

"Mm...I just don't want you to mention it infront of other people?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed, mumbling something under his breath.

"What?"

"Girls are complicated. Why can't I mention your-"

"Gabe."

He blinked for a couple of seconds and clapped his hands together, visibly clenching his jaw.

"Assholic man."

"He wasn't that much of an asshole...I was just-"

"I never liked Rorke. He gave me off a creepy vibe. I'm honestly glad he's gone."

"Logan that's my dad, can you chill for a second?"

"Well sorry I don't like him, he literally almost choked you."

"It wasn't his fault."

"I don't care, I hope I never see him again, and if he ever lays a fucking finger on you again I will literally take him out personally."

"He's fucking dead, how do you expect him to come back?"

"I don't know, villains don't die, they come back."

I laughed and ruffled his hair.

"You're ridiculous."

He groaned and pushed my hand out of his hair.

"You're messing my hair up."

"You're already a mess Logan."

"Well, you've insulted me, happy birthday Alexian."

I groaned and facepalmed.

"Oooh my god I hate you."

"Sure you do, sure you do."

"I just don't want to remember him by his-"

"It's your birthday now Alex. Not his, yours, your birthday."

idk take this -throws this and runs-