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When logan start seeing hesh as another parental figure

Idea: @tokillamockingbird427

Logan never really said it out loud. He never had to.

what if rorke didn't kidnapped logan even after elias death (me literally put a gif when rorke dragged logan)

But in the quiet moments, in the spaces between warzones and exhaustion, it was there—buried in the way he followed just half a step behind Hesh, in the way his eyes flicked toward his brother for silent reassurance, in the way he trusted him without hesitation, without question.

It wasn’t something he ever thought about. Not consciously, anyway. But then, their father was gone. Elias Walker—dead.

And suddenly, there was this gap in Logan’s world, a hollow ache where guidance used to be, where security once stood.

And Hesh—Hesh filled it. Not because he had to, not because anyone asked him to, but because he just did

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 Moments That Made Logan Realize

1. The First Time He Caught Hesh Watching Over Him

It was after a mission gone wrong, their bodies sore, exhaustion pressing down on them.

Logan had drifted off, too tired to move, but something made him stir in the middle of the night.

He blinked blearily, adjusting to the dim light of the safe house—only to see Hesh, sitting awake, rifle across his lap, gaze fixed on the door. Standing guard with riley laying in front of him sleepy.

At first, Logan thought it was nothing. Just instinct, just training.

But then he noticed the way Hesh’s fingers curled against his knee, the way his jaw was locked tight like he was forcing himself to stay awake.

Because he needed to make sure Logan was safe.

Logan didn’t say anything. He just turned over, swallowed the lump in his throat, and let himself fall back asleep—because for the first time in a long time, he could.

2. The Night Logan Almost Broke, and Hesh Held Him Together

They didn’t talk about him. About their dad.

But some nights, it was too much.

Logan wasn’t much for words, wasn’t great at explaining the weight pressing against his ribs.

But Hesh noticed. He always noticed.

One night, when Logan thought he was alone, he let himself feel it—that overwhelming, suffocating loss.

He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, chest rising and falling too fast, too uneven.

And then—Hesh was just there. No questions, no prying. Just a firm, steady hand on his shoulder.

A quiet, grounding voice: “Hey. I got you.”

Logan let out a shaky breath, nodding once. He didn’t need to say anything.

Because Hesh already understood.

3. When Hesh Took Responsibility Like It Was His Birthright

Hesh started doing things he never used to—small things, barely noticeable unless you were really paying attention.

He made sure Logan ate but not telling him in a pleading way like a mom.

He double-checked Logan’s gear before missions, subtly making adjustments, tightening straps, checking ammo.

And when Logan got hurt? When blood stained his uniform and pain clouded his vision?

Hesh’s voice was the one calling out orders, pushing through the chaos.

“Stay with me, Lo. You’re gonna be fine.”

And somehow, somehow, Logan believed him.

4. Hesh – More Than Just a Brother

Hesh had always looked out for him, but after Elias was gone, something changed.

He didn’t just see himself as Logan’s brother—he became something more. A protector. A leader.

Late one night, when Logan couldn’t sleep, he found Hesh outside, sitting against one of the Humvees, staring at the stars.

Logan sat next to him without a word.

After a long silence, Hesh finally muttered, “I don’t know if I’m doing this right.”

Logan looked at him. “What?”

“Taking care of you.” Hesh exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Dad knew what to say. What to do. I just— I don’t know.”

Logan swallowed, something heavy settling in his chest. “You don’t have to be him.”

Hesh let out a small, humorless chuckle. “Feels like I do.”

Logan nudged him. “You’re already doing more than enough.”

Hesh didn’t say anything. But after a moment, he reached over and ruffled Logan’s hair, just like when they were kids.

but logan didn't like it giving him a look "dude what the fuck?" asking him with hesh just chuckling with his dripping voice, Walking back to the room leaving logan outside wondering.

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 Childhood moments

1. The Time Hesh Punched a Kid for Messing with Logan

Logan was maybe six, Hesh eight. They were at the park, kicking a ball around when some older kid decided to shove Logan to the ground (obv there is no reason cuz i wanna make logan the main character and everyone wanna mess with him lol)

“Stay down, loser.” the kid said.

Logan, small but stubborn, pushed himself up, dirt on his hands, eyes flicking to Hesh before he could react.

And Hesh? Hesh was already moving.

One second, the kid was smirking. The next? He was on the ground.

Hesh stood over him, fists clenched. "Touch my brother again, and I’ll bury ya in the sandbox."

Logan’s eyes went wide. "DAD SAID WE CAN’T FIGHT."

Hesh glanced at him, still fuming. "Yeah, well, Dad’s not here right now."

Of course, Elias did find out.

That night, they sat on the couch, waiting for their discussion with elias since the parents of the kid complained to him about what happened.

Elias apologized to them and comfort them that will never happen again.

Elias sighed, rubbing his face. “Hesh, you can’t just go around punching people.”

"But he shoved Logan!"

Elias looked at Logan, then back at Hesh. “…Did you win?”

Hesh grinned. "Obviously."

Elias sighed again, shaking his head. “Just—next time, use your words, son.”

"What if words don’t work?" oh my god him and his unstoppable questions.

Elias gave him a look. "Then throw the second punch harder than the first."

2. The Night Hesh Snuck into Logan’s Room After a Bad Storm

Logan always pretended storms didn’t bother him. Even when the thunder shook the house, even when lightning flashed against the walls.

He wanted to be tough, like Hesh.

But one night, when a particularly bad storm rolled in, Logan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying not to flinch at every rumble.

Then—his door creaked open.

Hesh, dragging his blanket behind him, plopped onto the floor next to Logan’s bed without a word.

Logan frowned. “What are you doing?”

Hesh shrugged. “Storm’s loud.”

Logan didn’t call him out on it, just rolled over so he wasn’t facing the window.

A few minutes passed before Hesh nudged him. “You awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Think Dad’s scared of storms?”

Logan snorted. “No.”

“Yeah. Me neither.”

The next time the thunder cracked, Logan didn’t flinch. Because Hesh was already there.

3. The Fishing Trip That Turned into a Disaster

Elias had this idea to take them fishing. “It’ll be fun,” he said. “A good experience,” he promised.

Spoiler: it was a mess.

Hesh, overconfident as ever, insisted he could bait his own hook—then immediately got tangled in the line.

Logan, trying to help, somehow managed to knock their entire tackle box into the water.

Elias, holding onto the last shred of his patience, just rubbed his temples. “I swear to God, you two are worse than a pair of puppies.”

They did eventually catch a fish—but Hesh freaked out when it started flopping in the boat.

"DAD IT'S ALIVE?!"

Logan, not helpful at all: "GRAB IT!"

Hesh: "WITH WHAT HANDS, LOGAN?!"

Elias, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, finally grabbed it himself and tossed it back. "Remind me never to take you two hunting."

4. The Time Logan Got Lost, and Hesh Found Him First

They were at a fair when Logan wandered off. One second, Hesh was buying a drink, the next—Logan was just gone.

Panic set in fast. Hesh, barely ten years old, felt something cold and tight squeeze his chest.

Elias was already asking around, staying calm, focused. But Hesh? He ran.

He pushed past crowds, calling Logan’s name, heart hammering in his chest.

And then—

He found him. Sitting on a bench, small hands gripping the edge, looking so lost.

Hesh sprinted up, skidding to a stop. “Logan!”

Logan looked up, relief flooding his face right before Hesh pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

“Don’t do that again, dumbass.” His voice was shaking. “I thought—” He didn’t finish.

Logan just nodded, burying his face in Hesh’s shoulder. (bro tf you shouldnt have gone😭)

When Elias finally caught up, he let out a breath. “You okay?”

Hesh nodded. “Yeah. I got him.”

The Moment It All Came Crashing Down

One night, it slipped out. Not in a moment of sentimentality, not in some grand confession—just a quiet realization spoken into the dark.

They were sitting side by side after a long, brutal mission. Hesh had a fresh cut on his temple, Logan was nursing a bruised rib, and neither of them had spoken in a while.

But then Logan, exhausted, let the words slip.

“You’re all I got.”

It was quiet, barely above a whisper, but Hesh heard it.

He turned to Logan, brow furrowing, but Logan didn’t look at him. Just kept his eyes on the horizon, like he hadn’t just admitted something that hurt just to say.

Hesh exhaled, rubbing his face before resting a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“Nah,” he murmured, voice softer than usual. “We got each other.”

And somehow, that made it feel a little less heavy.

hmu, walker😔

drew my last reblog yayayyy, yall dont have any idea of how much i love hesh, its so dumb MA SHAYLAAAUUGHHHH OUGHH

Updated cuz i put mau meme HELP. @maumausie

MEMES TIIIIGHHHMMMMAA🗣️🗣️🗣️

all this someone is me

Thank you shana!🙏🏻😔

Last song: pretend - alex_G_offline

Favorite color: Purple any shades

last book: i don't read

Last movie: The brutalist

Last Show: the boys

sweet/spicy/savory: savory

Last thing i searched for: tiktok on website :)

current obsession: cod ghosts, cod mw2 & 3 & 4 og.

looking forward: to pass my final exams!

Tagging: all my moots! mwah <3

people i wanna get to know better meme

I was tagged by @nicnevans and @i-mybrunettelady !! Hi to the both of you :]]] last song: "Mama" by My Chemical Romance

favourite colour: Red ! I love to combine it with a combo of white and light blue tho :) black sometimes too

last book: I sadly cannot remember novel wise, but comic wise it was the first Blacksad. Highly recommend !

last movie: A quiet place 2 , I really love this franchise a lot

last tv show: Dexter, albeit i just snatched glimpse of it while my dad was watching it so im not too sure whats going on plot wise xD

sweet/spicy/savory: I love salty things but lately ive been really into sweet stuff !

last thing i searched for online: "Norn exclusive faces gw2" so I know what to pick when I use a make over kit for another character xD

current obsession: Gw2 i suppose? lmao

looking forward to : The Four Wind Festival :))))) Tagging : @lady-quen @commanderteag @mithosis @siins @enkinaru @shroomlet @lyhil @shimano aaaand anyone who want to do this :3

"lemme search some kick icons-OPP!"

"my bad😊"

✦ 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✦

ᯓ★ Logan walker

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚! 𝙓 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!

zombie apocalypse

How they act when they don't like you....and why?

From romance to ruff

The first "I love you" in the relationship

Nurse for tha day

wedding and normal life with him

When logan start seeing hesh as another parental figure

Him as a dad

Telling elias he is dating

Use the phone/text you

Relationship Alphabet

Drunk confessions

Breaking up with him

Logan X any gender teammate reader

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

ᯓ★ David "hesh" walker

Zombie apocalypse

Brush of brave

How they act when they don't like you....and why?

The first "I love you" in the relationship

Ashes of yesterday

Knight! hesh!

Him as a dad

Call him by his real name

Telling elias he is dating

Use the phone/text you

Relationship alphabet

Drunk confessions

Breaking up with him

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

ᯓ★ Elias walker

How they act when they don't like you....and why?

Elias as a father figure

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

ᯓ★ Keegan p. russ

Zombie apocalypse

How they act when they don't like you....and why?

The first "I love you" in the relationship

Him as a dad

Keegan is in love with a friend but won't admit it

Use the phone/text you

Keegan has migraines

Relationship alphabet

Drunk confessions

Breaking up with him

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

ᯓ★ Thomas A. merrick

How they act when they don't like you....and why?

Him as a dad

Use the phone/text you

Breaking up with him

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

ᯓ★ Kick

Kick the twitch streamer

Zombie apocalypse

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚! 𝙓 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!

How they act when they don't like you....and why?

The first "I love you" in the relationship

Knight! kick!

Him as a dad

Call him by his name

Use the phone/text you

Relationship alphabet

Drunk confessions

Breaking up with him

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

ᯓ★ Gabriel rorke

nothing there

────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

ᯓ★ Alex V. "Ajax" Johnson

nothing there

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Use the phone + Text you!

Characters: Logan walker, hesh walker, keegan russ, kick, merrick.

X GN! reader!

notes: idk it's safe.

Logan walker:

Not big on texting—he's more of a "call if it's important" guy.

He doesn't even remember how he got the phone.

Old but reliable Samsung Galaxy S21 (won’t upgrade unless it literally dies).

Phone case? Just raw-dogging that phone like a menace. The screen is cracked as hell, but Fix it everytime.

The lock screen of his phone: A stock wallpaper of mountains because he never bothered to change it.

He put it On vibrate 24/7. If it makes a sound, he's confused.

But ofc he feels it when you call or smth.

Battery is always at 5-10% even though he don't use it so much but the battery gone low by itself😔.

He forgets to charge it and just borrows Hesh’s charger.

One-hand texter—his replies are short because he hates typing.

Probably doesn’t have social media? He would have whatsapp, messages and instagram! you told him to make but he just leave it and never enter the app💀

But has Google Maps and a weather app for no reason.

If he texts you, it's short but meaningful:

"You good?" His way of saying he cares

"Will Be home soon." Which could mean in 3 hours or 3 weeks

Will shock you, because you were kinda hesitated to send him a meme, so when you did send him a meme, he'll react with either "😂" or "?" depending on if he gets it.

This shocked you asf cuz you didn't know he understand memes.

This gave you butterflies.

Doesn’t use emojis, barely types full sentences.

You: "Did you eat?"

Logan: "Yeah. You?"

You: "What did you eat?"

Logan: "Food."

You: "Curse you i just asked."

Logan: "Y/n I have been eating for my entire life why i wouldn't now?"

Takes accidental blurry pics of stuff he finds interesting (like a cool sunset or a random stray dog).

You get unintentional thirst traps of him sweaty after training.

If you compliment him Logan: "Didn’t mean to send that."

You: "Sure you didn’t. 👀"

You sent him cupcake remixes songs.

If you call, he picks up but doesn’t talk much—just listens to your voice."Mhm. Yeah. Miss you too." (He smiles but doesn’t say much)

He shrugs when you asked him if he will come back "Yeah, of course! Where i would go anywhere else?"

Hesh walker:

IPhone 12 Pro Max (YEAH FIGHT ME FIGHT ME👺) – Upgraded because he needed better battery life for all his texting.

Clear case with a germa shepherd on the back. Super protective case because he’s broken too many phones.

Homescreen: A Ghosts team Logo

Lockscreen: A picture of Riley sleeping ("He looks majestic.")

Ringtone: Something dumb like "Danger Zone" or an old classic rock song.

Sends way too many gifs and voice messages If he is lazy.

Has a million notifications but replies to you instantly.

Somehow has 100 unread messages from people he doesn't acknowledge them but they know him since he is kind of famousin the field but replies to yours instantly.

Camera roll? 90% nature pic and riley, 10% squad pics, and a secret album of cute pics of you (you don't even know abt it he is like so cool abt it too).

The most normal texter in the squad. Fast responses, actually uses punctuation.

Sends dumb jokes, random pictures, and voice notes of him teasing you.

"Dad just gave the longest speech ever, send help."

[Pic of Riley napping] "He stole my seat. Again."

Uses his phone for music, probably has a playlist of classic rock and hype songs.

Definitely texts you mid-work if he’s stuck waiting for something "Low-key bored. What are you doing?"

Yes he uses social media, especially whatsapp, insta and massenger!

Has a lot of messages from other people He doesn't even know.

You’re his favorite person to text.

"You won’t believe what I fuckin' just did—Dude I tripped over Riley’s toy and tried to act like it didn’t happen in front of logan."

"Mission sucked. But thinking about you made it better."

Sends selfies, pics of Riley, and random squad candids.

[Sends a pic of himself in gear] "Your man looks good today, huh?"

You acted like cupcake's remixes😍🙏🏻.

[Sends a pic of Logan asleep on the couch] "Took this at my own risk."

If you don’t reply fast or didn't send him morning or evening messages he would go with: "Helloooo??? Where’s my daily appreciation text??"

Calls you before and after missions."Yo, just checking in. You good? Need anything?"

When he’s tired, his voice gets softer: "Wish I was home with you right now."

His phone charge getting like 85-70% but then logan ruined his charger since he use it so much but hesh never complain abt it.

Keegan p russ:

Google Pixel 8 Pro Minimalist, good for low-light pics (probably why he picked it).

Black matte case, no design. Practical, sleek, untraceable vibes.

Homescreen: Dark-themed clockLockscreen: A night sky "It’s calming."

Ringtone: Default Pixel tone, but it’s always on silent.

Turns off read receipts and disables typing indicators.

Only 5 apps installed: Messaging, maps, camera, notes, and WhatApp.

Camera roll? Basically empty except for surveillance photos and one random blurry pic of you.

Doesn’t use his phone unless necessary when you call so much. Half the time, it’s either dead or on silent.

Dryest texter ever."Ok."

"See you."

But once he shocked you with a message showing he cares through text, i mean he is like logan save his emotions in real life!.

He really cares about you, you get slightly longer texts:

"Stay inside tonight. Got a bad feeling."

"Be safe." Sent at 3AM, no explanation.

If you call him, he might answer, but expect a "What’s up?" and then silence while he waits for you to talk.

Responds hours later but it’s never on purpose. Just forgets.

You: "You alive??"

Keegan: "Yeah." 6 hours later

You: "That’s all I get?"

Keegan: "Been busy."

Never takes pictures but if he does, they’re surprisingly nice candid shots of you when you’re not looking.

"Thought you’d like this." (It’s a picture of the night sky because he knows you love it)

If you send him a selfie, he just replies (after hours) "Pretty."

THEN ASAP SAVES THE PIC.

Phone Calls: Rare but deep."You don’t have to talk, just stay on the line with me."

He say this if he got a brooding feelings inside.

If he’s on a dangerous mission, he’ll call you before it and just say: "Don’t worry about me. Just wanted to hear your voice." yeah he was desperate.

Thomas merrick:

Huawei Y9 bye.

Black leather case—very executive and no-nonsense.

Homescreen: A Ghosts insignia

Lockscreen: A motivational quote like "Discipline is freedom." (please yall tell me you see the vision)

Ringtone: Loudest default ringtone that woke up the whole base (so he never misses a call cuz he use it for job!).

Prefers calls over texts. If you text him something long, he’ll just call, Doesn't do small talk over text but prefers actual phone calls when he has time.

Very formal texter—uses punctuation and full sentences.

Camera roll? Mostly mission photos, but has one saved picture of you (doesn’t talk about it).

Barely touches his phone. Work comes first.

If he texts, it’s super direct and practical.

"Landed. Safe."

"You need anything?"

If you text him something dumb, he’ll just leave you on read.

Might check his phone once in a while but never during briefings.

You’ll never catch him scrolling through social media. Ever.

Straight to the point, but sometimes softens up for you cuz once you notice he never eat like usual so you remind him.

You: "Don’t forget to eat."

Merrick: "I won’t."

You: "I know you’re lying."

Merrick: "Fine. I’ll eat. Happy?" he didn't lol.

Doesn’t take pictures unless you ask. If you ask for a selfie, he would be confused and stuff cuz here never did take a selfie telling you he will come back anyway.

But when he come to your house, he takes pictures of you, not himself.

Like i said her prefer phone calls especially when he is free.

His voice is calm and steady, but you can tell he relaxes when he hears you.

"You alright?" His way of saying he cares

If you’re upset and wanna yapp, he stays on the phone until you calm down. No rushed words—just listens.

Barely on his phone unless he’s checking mission reports. If you text, expect a reply in 2-5 business hours.

Kick:

What if i told yall he's got the money to buy iphone 15 pro max😔?you wouldn't believe me.

GUYS GUYS GUYS!, I know yall would come to me saying "GIRL WHO BUY IPHONE 15 HE'S BROKE IN THIS HALF APOCALYPSE WORLD"

Guys think abt it's 2027 there could be IPHONE 17!! SO kick broke ass bought IPHONE15!!

The only reason he chose it because he think ios is the safest program

fully jailbroken (probably has custom security software on it).

Some shockproof tactical case "Gotta be prepared." (for what😭)

Homescreen: A digital clock widget with a custom UI.

Lockscreen: A sci-fi looking interface with data widgets yes he was excited abt his phone that he organized it.

Ringtone: Custom-made—probably a futuristic beeping sound made the gang looking around smoothly thinking they got into space or smth.

Has two phones—one for work (Some random old galaxy) and one personal for you and other contact (the iphone)

"Yall don't deserve to be talked by this masterpiece".

He has all the social medias, talking with people he knows! but not that active.

The tech-savvy one. Probably has all the best apps and knows how to use them.

Can type ridiculously fast. His texts are fast and efficient but lowkey sarcastic.

Camera roll? Mostly encrypted files, but has a high-quality photo of you looking cool.

50% memes, 30% gym pics, 20% pictures of you.

Texts fast but types like a hacker—always looks like he’s in a rush.

"KICK STOP COMING ONLINE THEN OFFLINE THEN DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN!!" that's because he answer you but then disapper then answer you again like he leave the app so many times.

"ETA 5 min. U good?"

"Saw this and thought of u [sends a random gadget or meme]"

You know memes like a lot, but him, he send you stuff that u will never unserstand it.

The guy who helps fix everyone else's phones when they break them.

Lowkey a gamer. Might send you a "Wanna play something later?" text when he actually has time off and bored.

types in perfect grammar but all lowercase because he’s too lazy.

You: "What are you up to?"

Kick: "fixing some encrypted comms. you?"

You: "Being good ig."

Kick: "confirmed. always lookin' good"

Takes the best photos of you. Angles? Lighting? Perfect.

You: "Why do your shots look so good??"

Kick: "Not my shots cuz you're fint shyt"

Sends gym selfies like "Should I flex more? Nah, already flexing too much."

Again...cupcake remix.

"Don't have to say this, But be careful out there, okay?❤️"

Super chill over the phone. Probably calls you when he’s working on tech stuff just to have company.

"Talk to me while I work. Keeps me focused."

"There is no way..."

"way."

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

From romance to ruff

Logan walker X fem! reader!

Summary: It’s movie night with your boyfriend Logan, and everything seems perfect—until Riley, the playful dog, decides he’s the star of the evening. Jumping onto the couch, he wedges himself between you two, tail wagging like crazy, completely disrupting Logan’s plans for a cozy date.

notes:SFW then slight NSFW

The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the flickering light from the TV screen, casting elongated shadows on the walls like silent sentinels. You sat there, as if time had slowed, the minutes stretching into what felt like eternity. The only sounds that punctuated the stillness were the faint crackling noises from the kitchen—Logan, standing by the stove, making popcorn. Each crack and pop seemed to echo louder than the last, a rhythm that held you captive in its cadence.

Your fingers idly toyed with the remote in your hands, flipping between channels without truly seeing any of them, the click of the buttons blending into the backdrop of your thoughts. The glow from the television screen painted your face with a pale hue, casting fleeting shadows over your features. You waited—no, you hovered between anticipation and the comfort of the familiar, like a gentle pull at the edges of your consciousness.

Logan stepped out of the kitchen, the sound of the microwave’s hum fading as he took a deep breath, relieved. Finally, he thought, finally he’d have some time with you tonight. The promise of shared silence, perhaps a quiet laugh, a peaceful moment of togetherness. But as he walked into the dimly lit living room, bowl of popcorn in hand, his eyes fell upon something he hadn’t quite anticipated.

Riley, the dog, was sitting by your side—staring at you with those wide, expectant eyes. The little rascal had claimed his spot next to you, sniffing eagerly at your leg like it was a prize. Before Logan could even react, Riley, as if to seal his spot, leaned in and gave you a big, slobbery lick on your cheek.

You couldn’t help it. A soft giggle bubbled up from your throat, the warm sound mixing with the quiet of the room. The light from the TV flickered across your face as you smiled at the dog’s antics, eyes sparkling with amusement.

Logan stood there for a moment, frozen. The bowl of popcorn dangled loosely in his hand, his face blank, a look of disbelief slowly spreading over his features.

"Oh, nah…" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper but laced with an unmistakable mix of exasperation and fondness. It wasn’t a surprise, really. Riley had always been the one to claim attention first, and tonight was no exception.

"really riley?"

FLASHBACK

Logan sat at the table, a stack of files spread out before him, his eyes scanning through the papers with that focused, almost detached look. The quiet hum of the living room was soothing, the glow of the TV screen casting fleeting shadows on the walls as he worked. But his peace was about to be interrupted.

The door to the living room creaked open, and there stood Hesh, dressed in his jacket with a hurried energy, adjusting the collar like he was about to dash out the door. His voice cut through the silence, casual as ever.

“Hey, Lo, we’re heading out. Me and the old man,” Hesh called, as if it was a simple statement of fact, no need for elaboration. Logan nodded without looking up, offering a soft hum of acknowledgment as he continued flipping through the files.

But Hesh wasn’t done. He paused by the door, hand on the handle, and glanced back over his shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, don’t forget to feed Riley at six PM," he added, almost as an afterthought, his tone carrying that easygoing nonchalance.

Logan’s pen froze mid-air, and for a moment, time seemed to still. He slowly leaned back in his chair, his gaze flicking from the files to Hesh, a frown forming across his brow.

"Don’t forget to what?" Logan echoed, his voice thick with confusion as the words finally registered in his brain. His eyes widened, then narrowed in disbelief. He sat there for a moment longer, blinking in stunned silence before giving his head a small shake.

Hesh, unfazed, just shrugged, a casual grin spreading across his face as he adjusted his jacket. “You heard me,” he said, his voice light as he stepped toward the door. "You know how Riley gets when he misses his dinner. You’ve got this, right?"

Logan’s mouth opened and closed as if searching for words that wouldn’t come. "I—" He didn’t even know where to start. His mind was racing, images of Riley’s well-meaning but relentless face suddenly flooding his thoughts. And now, it was on him? this time? while he has a date?

Hesh, clearly amused by Logan's momentary confusion, turned and gave a small wave. "Alright, catch you later, Don’t let the pup starve.” And with that, the door clicked shut behind him, leaving Logan staring at the space Hesh had just occupied.

He let out a long, resigned sigh, dropping his head into his hands for a brief moment before glancing over at Riley, who was now wagging his tail innocently.

"Six PM... yeah, sure," Logan muttered to himself, shaking his head with a smirk. As if he didn’t already have a million things to do.

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There he was. Riley, the true master of the living room, perched comfortably on the couch where Logan had once claimed his territory. His eyes gleamed with mischief, tail wagging in silent triumph, as if he had already decided that tonight, he would take the throne. The dog’s smug expression was clear: "try me" It was a look that only Logan had seen on his face before—a mischievous spark that made it clear Riley knew exactly what he was doing.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Riley, in all his glory, was sitting beside you, looking quite pleased with himself as he waited, almost too eagerly, for the next offering. With a playful grin, you extended the bowl of popcorn towards him, as if he was already part of the plan—though deep down, you both knew that Riley wasn’t quite the co-conspirator he might appear to be.

Riley took the offering in stride, his nose twitching as he sniffed the popcorn before gently plucking a piece with a careful, dainty nibble. He had already claimed his spot on the couch, his legs sprawled out as if he’d lived there all his life. He exuded an air of utter satisfaction, as though he were entitled to all the comforts that had once been Logan’s.

Logan, still standing by the edge of the room, watched the scene unfold with a quiet mix of disbelief and resignation. He could hear the lighthearted tone in your voice as you called out to him.

"Logan, come on!"

It was a playful invitation, a hint of laughter in your voice as you beckoned him back to the couch. Logan stood there for a moment, a deep sigh escaping him. His eyes flickered to Riley—who was now fully settled in, smug as ever—and then back to you, his expression softening in amusement. He could tell what was happening before you even spoke the words.

“Well, well…” Logan muttered to himself, though his words were meant only for him to hear. He stared at Riley, his mouth curving into a reluctant grin. “Guess it is Riley, after all."

As the movie began, Logan made his way over to the couch, moving toward the empty spot beside you. But as he reached the edge of the cushion, he found himself facing a small, furry obstacle—Riley, who was already sprawled out in the middle of the couch, as if he owned it. The dog didn’t even flinch as Logan approached; he was too comfortable, too at ease, his tail giving a small wag before he settled back into his spot.

Logan sat down with a soft sigh, not exactly annoyed but a little thrown off. He had hoped for a quiet night with just you, the two of you tucked away in the soft warmth of the living room, sharing a movie. But it seemed Riley had different plans. The dog was practically sandwiched between the two of you now, his head resting on the armrest, eyes flicking between you both with an air of calm superiority. Logan hadn’t expected the little furball to be this clingy.

Logan tried to push the thought aside and reached for the bowl of popcorn you were holding, the soft kernels looking so tempting. But as his arm stretched out, a small furry paw blocked his hand, as if Riley was playing the role of the uninvited bouncer. Logan's fingers hovered, unsure of how to proceed. He was almost this close to grabbing a piece when Riley, with a perfectly timed and unbothered stare, locked eyes with him.

Logan froze, his hand still suspended in the air, and turned his head from the TV screen to find Riley staring back at him with an expression that was as blank as it was baffling. The dog’s eyes were wide, unblinking, giving Logan the sort of look that only Riley could pull off—a mix of curiosity and mild disdain, as if to say, I’m here now. What’s the problem?

Logan blinked, confusion creeping up on him as his eyebrows furrowed. Was this some sort of challenge? Was Riley guarding the popcorn now? A strange mix of amusement and disbelief washed over him as he realized that, yes, Riley had just become the popcorn police.

"Really?" Logan muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper. But Riley only stared, unyielding, his posture unbothered. It was as if the dog had all the time in the world to continue sitting between the two of you, blocking his snack, and maybe even giving him that silent challenge to try and take it from him.

You turned to Logan, a look of genuine confusion flickering across your face as you noticed him staring at Riley with a mix of disbelief and mild frustration. "Did you say something?" you asked, your voice light, oblivious to the silent drama unfolding between Logan and the dog.

Before Logan could even muster a response, Riley, ever the opportunist, took that as his cue to intervene. With a sudden shift, the little dog, clearly eager for attention, wiggled his way closer to you, his nose beginning its familiar inspection of your hands, sniffing curiously at you. The pause in the moment was fleeting, as Riley’s attention shifted quickly, his warm breath against your skin as he nuzzled up to you.

You smiled softly at the dog, the sudden intrusion only making you laugh. “Wow… I used to be scared of dogs,” you murmured, your voice full of fondness as you looked down at Riley’s sweet, yet slightly invasive behavior. “But this?” You met his gaze, a gentle smile playing at the corner of your lips, clearly charmed by the dog’s antics.

Logan, on the other hand, sat back slightly, watching the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and annoyance. He didn’t know what it was, but the sight of Riley—his smug little face—now claiming both your attention and the couch, was almost too much to bear. The way the dog pressed into your side, totally oblivious to Logan’s territorial desires, was enough to make him seriously question if he was sharing the couch with a dog or a roommate with a bad sense of humor. He was on the verge of strangling the little furball—though the thought was as fleeting as it was humorous.

Despite his internal struggle, Logan kept his calm outwardly. His eyes flicked from you to Riley, who had found his sweet spot beside you. The dog’s eyes were wide and innocent, completely unaware of the tension he was causing.

“Guess I shouldn't have listened to hesh and let him to the fed,” sorry Logan muttered under his breath, his tone teasing as he shifted on the couch, a resigned smile tugging at his lips. He couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. You, so wrapped up in Riley’s affection, hadn’t even noticed Logan’s silent frustration.

You looked back at Logan, your smile bright as you completely ignored the fact that Riley was practically trying to climb into your lap. “What did you say babe?” you asked again, blissfully unaware of the tension in the air, your focus completely on Riley, who was already inching closer to make himself more comfortable.

Logan’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, and then, with a half-hearted sigh, he gave in. “Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. "Just… never mind."

You finally understood the silent battle that was unfolding between Logan and Riley, the tiny furball who had unceremoniously claimed his spot in the middle of the couch. You could see the way Logan was trying to subtly nudge the dog aside, and after a brief moment of contemplation, you decided to play peacekeeper.

"Okay, Riley..." you said softly, leaning down to gently coax him off the couch. Your hands found his soft, warm body, and you tried to guide him down, but the dog was surprisingly heavy for his size. His solid weight made it harder than you'd anticipated, and for a moment, it was almost like trying to move a small boulder that didn't want to budge.

You gave him a light pat on the side, smiling down at his adorably clueless face. "You’ve got to go down now," you repeated, your voice a mixture of sweetness and mild amusement. Riley tilted his head, ears flicking as he looked up at you, clearly not quite understanding the urgency of the situation. His big brown eyes seemed to study you for a moment before he reluctantly shifted, letting out a soft huff of air as he slowly slunk down from the couch.

The moment he hit the floor, a soft whimper escaped his lips, as though he were protesting the abrupt end to his cozy night. You couldn’t help but smile at the sound, your heart melting just a little as you looked down at him.

"Ohh?" you cooed at Riley, your voice full of gentle affection as the dog began to trot away from the couch, his tail tucked low. You couldn't deny the tug of sympathy you felt for him. He wasn’t exactly happy about leaving your side, but at least he had your attention, even if it meant a little reluctant distance.

You turned back to Logan, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "There. Is that better?" you asked, clearly amused by the whole thing, as you settled back into the couch, now free of Riley's uninvited presence.

Logan let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing as the weight of the little drama faded away. He finally leaned closer to you, the space between you two narrowing as he reached out, pulling you into him with a quiet ease. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you gently but firmly against his chest, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you like a soft, comforting blanket.

You rested yourself against him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear grounding you as you sank into the familiar comfort of his presence. The world outside of the living room—Riley's protests, the movie, the mundane worries—seemed to fade away in that moment. It was just you and Logan, with the comforting hum of the quiet night and the soft glow of the TV casting shadows around you.

"Much better," he murmured, a small, contented smile tugging at your lips as you nestled closer, feeling his warmth seep into you. It felt right—peaceful, calm. You could feel his smile against your hair as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his fingers gently tracing the curves of your waist, as if marking the moment, holding you just a little tighter.

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The movie ended, and with it came a blissful sense of peace that lingered in the air. The absence of Riley’s interruptions felt almost like a small victory, making the evening feel perfect in its simplicity. The room was dim now, the only light coming from the soft glow of the TV screen, the credits slowly rolling as if marking the end of the night’s little adventure. The stillness of the moment was rich and comforting, both of you simply existing in the space together, the warmth of your bodies pressed close, like a quiet promise of togetherness.

You turned to Logan, a playful smile curling at the edges of your lips as you felt a burst of lighthearted energy. Your eyes gleamed with mischief, and you couldn’t resist. "You didn’t plan on a movie night, right?" you teased, your tone light and full of curiosity. "I know you're not that boring." You pressed your hands gently against his chest, your fingers brushing lightly across the fabric of his shirt, the sensation grounding you in the moment.

Logan, caught off guard by the playful remark, smirked in response, his eyes twinkling with the kind of mischief that matched yours. Without a word, his hands moved slowly but confidently to your hips, guiding you a little closer as you rested on top of him. The shift in his posture was subtle, but it didn’t take long for you to feel the warmth of his hands against your skin, steady and sure.

"I don’t think you’ll say the word boring after this night," he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing, as he met your gaze with that familiar spark of mischief. His lips quirked up at the corners, his fingers pressing just slightly into your waist as if to underscore the quiet challenge in his words.

The tension between the playful teasing and the intimate closeness of the moment made your heart race a little faster. You felt the rhythm of your breathing match the quiet anticipation that hung in the air. The movie had ended, but the night—filled with more than just the flickering images on the screen—was just beginning.

You couldn’t help but smile, your gaze softening as you lingered in the warmth of his touch. "Oh really?" you whispered, leaning just a little closer, your lips brushing the edge of his ear in a teasing breath. "We’ll see about that."

Logan’s smirk widened, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink, just the two of you lost in that space, the world outside of the living room completely forgotten.

The moment your lips met, everything around you faded. The room, the lingering glow of the TV screen, even the subtle hum of the air seemed to quiet in comparison to the intensity between you both. Logan pulled you closer, his arms wrapping securely around your back, holding you against him like he never wanted to let go. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the pulse of his heart beneath his chest. Your breath mingled as you both closed your eyes, lost in the sensation of the kiss, in the tension that simmered just beneath the surface—unspoken but undeniably there.

Time felt like it slowed down, the kiss stretching into something almost sacred, yet electric. The world outside the two of you seemed distant, irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was this shared moment, this quiet space between you where nothing else could reach.

But eventually, the need for air became too great, and with a gentle push, you pulled away, your chest rising and falling with each breath. You rested your forehead against his for a brief second, your eyes fluttering open, a playful gleam still in your gaze. "To your room, soldier," you said, the words soft but firm, your breath shaky from the intensity of the kiss.

Logan raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Really? I thought we would go here, on the couch," he countered, his voice low and amused, still holding you in that protective embrace.

You raised a brow in mock seriousness, mimicking the playful demand in your tone. "What did I say earlier?"

His eyes sparkled with a challenge, and without another word, he grinned. "Alright then, giddy up." Before you could even process what was happening, Logan shocked you by swiftly scooping you up into his arms, lifting you off the couch in one effortless motion.

You gasped in surprise, a little scream escaping your lips as he effortlessly held you against him. Your heart raced, not from fear but from the thrill of it all. The sudden shift from playful teasing to pure action caught you off guard, but it was exhilarating. You couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on your face as you found yourself in his arms, completely at his mercy. "Logan!" you laughed, your hands instinctively finding his chest as you tried to steady yourself, your heart still thudding with excitement.

"You really did say it," Logan murmured, his voice low but full of mischief as he carried you toward the bedroom, not even a hint of hesitation in his steps. The way he held you felt so natural, so right, and despite the surprise of the moment, you couldn’t help but revel in the connection between you two, the playful tension, and the undeniable chemistry.

"Alright," you laughed, your arms tightening around him just a little, "you win, soldier."

Logan’s grin widened, and he made a playful sound, like he was totally in charge now. "I always win," he teased, the sound of your laughter mixing with the steady beat of his heart as he walked toward the room, carrying you effortlessly, just as he promised.

And as the door to the bedroom closed softly behind you, the night stretched on—one of those moments you both would never forget.

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Little did he know about riley in the dark edge of the room watching you both doing certan things:

She was mine, walker...

ok tf bye