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Ooo I see, so something more subtle. That could also make a lot of sense in a way.

I think at some point in Ghosts lore, Logan is described as being like his mother and Logan is very talented when it comes to staying quiet and working both behind the scenes. Although, if she was more the analyst type I wonder if her death would’ve been caused by something else then, something off-field, perhaps health issues or maybe even something at home.

In the case that it wasn’t a health issue, the first thing to comes to mind is her being killed but at or close to home. Maybe she was attacked by an unknown person, or it’s an Uncle Ben from Spiderman situation where an attempted robbery turned into a much worse scenario. That could also lead to David and Logan having a bigger desire to bring justice to the world. Plus, they lived in a pretty high end part of California (have you seen their old house? That shit was nice) so a robbery taking place in or near their part of town is actually likely.

(^ I looked at an article that stated police believe wealthier neighborhoods tend to be targets of burglary more often than poorer neighborhoods btw, but this article was also more recent so I’m not sure how well it would apply if their mother’s death took place years before the first ODIN attack, which is canonically said to have begun in 2017 and this article is from this year (2024)).

Mrs. Walker, A Thought…

Okay, angst time regarding Mrs. Walker, wife of Elias and mother of David and Logan.

What if Mrs. Walker was also in the military with Elias and was killed in action?

What if the main reason why David and Logan joined wasn’t just because of Elias and the Federation but also because they wanted to follow in their mom’s footsteps as well and bring justice to the world in honor of her? Making her proud.

Also, if she was in the military, what do you think she would be?

I almost want to think combat medic for some reason. Probably because of when Logan got stabbed in the chest near the beginning of the game and David ran in saying “Shit, you’re bleeding” and was checking him over and everything. What if he learned about the importance of understanding how to stop a bleeding wound or how to care for wounds because of their mom’s occupation? Like her job made him realize how he could help his comrades and civilians until they’re able to get to a medic.

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Mrs. Walker, A Thought…

Okay, angst time regarding Mrs. Walker, wife of Elias and mother of David and Logan.

What if Mrs. Walker was also in the military with Elias and was killed in action?

What if the main reason why David and Logan joined wasn’t just because of Elias and the Federation but also because they wanted to follow in their mom’s footsteps as well and bring justice to the world in honor of her? Making her proud.

Also, if she was in the military, what do you think she would be?

I almost want to think combat medic for some reason. Probably because of when Logan got stabbed in the chest near the beginning of the game and David ran in saying “Shit, you’re bleeding” and was checking him over and everything. What if he learned about the importance of understanding how to stop a bleeding wound or how to care for wounds because of their mom’s occupation? Like her job made him realize how he could help his comrades and civilians until they’re able to get to a medic.

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Reblogging because I want to hold onto this.

if you are the type of person to tell a girl to stop driving around with an adult sized plastic skeleton strapped into the backseat of her car do not imagine even for one second that you could ever score a girl who would drive around with an adult sized plastic skeleton in the backseat of her car

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Thomas A. Merrick

• Merrick Who… (Completed September 18, 2024)

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Merrick Who…

A/N🪶: Starts out mildly depressing, slowly gets better. I was feeling some Merrick appreciation. Includes both canon and non-canon stuff because yeah. Also, I love imagining that Merrick grows to see the Walker brothers as his sons since Elias has passed even though they’re grown. Enjoy!

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Merrick is sad, David is sad, Everyone is sad, Mentions of the “suicide mission” the Walker brothers attempted, David blaming himself and punching things to try to release his emotions, lemme know if I missed any.

Word Count: I don’t know, I didn’t bother.

- Merrick who is more than ecstatic to hear David’s voice after the brothers killed Rorke, thinking he had lost his best friends children too.

- Merrick who finds a passed out David with a gunshot wound among other injuries with Logan nowhere to be seen.

- Merrick who wants to be angry at David, thinking their suicide mission was his idea.

- Merrick who finds a letter written by both of the brothers detailing their plan.

- Merrick who is there for David when he wakes up in the hospital screaming about Rorke taking Logan.

- Merrick who finds David in the gym late at night using the punching bag despite his bloodied and broken knuckles.

- Merrick who pulls David away and just holds him as the older brother cries in his arms like the young boy he used to be.

- Merrick who doesn’t let David blame himself despite the guilt.

- Merrick who makes sure David gets stronger and healthier.

- Merrick who becomes another father figure to David so he doesn’t lose himself in his trauma.

- Merrick who works unending hours while everyone else sleeps, looking for evidence on Logan’s whereabouts.

- Merrick who doesn’t let David come with to rescue Logan because he can’t afford to let another Walker be killed, assuming Logan is even alive still.

- David who learns to listen to his captain, because if Logan is still alive, he needs his brother to be there for him when he returns.

- Merrick who beats and batters his way through enemy lines with a strength previously unknown to him.

- Merrick who manages to corner Rorke while Keegan and Kick get Logan.

- Merrick who shoots the bastard in the name of his brothers, and sons, in arms.

- Merrick who carries Logan into the infirmary himself despite how tired he is.

- Merrick who makes sure David is the first to see Logan when the doctors and nurses allow visitors.

- Merrick who brings David food and water because the Walker refuses to leave his only family alone.

- Merrick who David trusts to watch Logan when he finally decides to sleep in his own bed one night.

- Merrick who noticed Logan twitch slowly and immediately calls David in.

- Merrick who watches the brothers from a distance as they hug each other like they thought the other died.

- Merrick who comes closer and holds them both like they’re his sons now, because maybe they are.

- Merrick who finally lets himself cry when he goes back to his own room.

- Merrick who goes out with the boys to celebrate.

- Merrick who smiles when he finally feels comfortable enough to talk about his personal life with his coworkers.

- Merrick who does everything in his power to make sure his comrades are safe.

- Merrick who gets to watch the world be put back together.

- Merrick who finds someone who loves him.

- Merrick who slips the ring onto their finger.

- Merrick who cries at his own wedding seeing his partner walk down the aisle.

- Merrick who gives all of his love to them.

- Merrick who retires happily.

- Merrick who gets to live a life he thought he could only imagine.

- Merrick who keeps in contact with the other soldiers.

- Merrick who feels proud of himself despite all the heartache it took to get here.

Big guy needs more love, that’s all.

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Okay, hear me add onto this.

Federation!Logan attempts to kill Hesh when he first sees him but the scene is a parallel to when Logan was almost stabbed in the chest and Hesh was like

“Shit, you’re bleeding!”

Except this time, Hesh has to fight Logan off without killing him despite his brother’s hostility. Logan is trying his damndest but so is Hesh.

Hear me out.

Federation!Logan kills Hesh, completely disregarding their relationship as brothers. Hesh, on the other hand, doesn’t defend himself because he still sees Logan as his little brother and feels guilty for not being able to protect him.

I thought this would come out way better

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Okay, but I imagine that Kick would later find out about the Anish Kapoor and Stuart Semple (?) beef, probably because of Logan.

Later, David would find Kick with Black 2.0 (next closest thing to Vantablack). Kick would later voice his support of the art community and how this is represented by his purchase of Black 2.0 rather than Vantablack.

*Kick on his laptop*

Hesh: "Hey man, whatcha doing?"

Kick: "Nothing much. Just seeing if I can buy some Vantablack."

Hesh: "Vantablack?"

Kick: "Yeah! That super black substance that literally absorbs light. The blackest black substance ever created by human hands."

Hesh: "I know what it is but, why do you want it?"

Kick: "I have a proposition to send to Merrick. You see, I'm going to suggest a uniform redesign where our gear is coated in Vantablack. I think it'll give us the upper hand in combat."

Hesh, sitting down beside Kick: "Okay, you've got my attention. Let me hear your idea."

Kick: "So, picture this. Us draped in kit & gear that's colored with this stuff. We'd look like literal shadow figures! How unsettling would that be? We'd have the shock & awe element of combat on our side."

Hesh, chuckling: "More like absurd & confusing..."

Kick: "Even so, just picture it, Hesh! These pitch black humanoid looking figures moving through a hallway and all you can see are, like, our eyes. Hesh... picture Keegan with his husky dog eyes staring back at you wearing something like that! He'd be a living, breathing, night terror!"

Hesh, shuddering: "You know, you might be on to something here."

Here is Vantablack in case you want to know what Kick's talking about.

This is a dude holding a disk coated in the stuff. It makes 3-D objects look 2-D due to how black the pigment is.

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erm guys i was looking for ingredients for my soup and….i found this weird thing in a pit.. does anyone know what it is?

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I love him so much

Very random Kick headcannons

➤ owns cassette tapes somewhere. cassette player? perchance, but he definitely owns the tapes from when he was a kid

➤ favorite Gatorade flavor is lemon lime

➤ sleeps with his neck all :/@‘?;&$/!;$/& and then wonders why it hurts when he wakes up

➤ owns those funky socks with random patterns on them. some have a pair of matching boxers

➤ avid sims enjoyer

➤ genuinely believes there is truth behind the Loch Ness Monster/Nessie story. tries to convince the others Ghosts that “it just makes sense”

➤ same with aliens, except he actually has a better argument for that

➤ loves Tetris and is pretty good at it. Ajax is better though and it annoys him to death

➤ veryyyy good at math

➤ can recite the abc’s backwards very quickly. sober

➤synth/new wave/post punk/vapor/techno/electronic/goth/alternative rock/pop listener

➤unless he’s the one participating (and he often is), he’s such an enabler when it comes to bets/dares. the mf in the back yelling “you won’t!”

➤has used those cheesy one liners when flirting and they actually work cause he’s weirdly charming about it. anybody else using them you’d be like “…” but he makes it work

➤a bit of an unconventional flirt in general. is a little weirdo, but not in a way that makes you question your safety lmao he’s just a lil silly

➤doesn’t have guilty pleasures. very open about the stuff he likes and doesn’t really feel embarrassed about it

➤that being said^ he takes teasing in stride very well. unbothered king

➤knows the best technology to buy, very well versed with product quality and stuff like that

➤is a cutie patootie

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Sugar and Lemon, Chapter 5 “Everything is Alive”

A/N🪶: I’m back, school kicked my ass and then I did summer school and that threw me into a pit resulting in me not updating for… ALMOST A YEAR??? Sorry about that, friends. I hope this next chapter makes up for it and helps me want to finish this fic. We still have a bit of a ways to go before that happens ad school starts up again in less than a month so we’ll see what happens. Sugar and Lemon Masterlist here

BIG WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER (I’m not sorry): PTSD flashback/Panic Attack, descriptions of injury, blood, anxiety, uncomfortable eye-contact. If I missed anything for this chapter, please let me know and I’ll rectify it when I can!

Word Count: 3.4K

The same night, Keegan and Logan had been talking over possible “plans” to see you again and hopefully get your number as they sat outside under the dark sky. It was mostly Keegan coming up with one-liners and Logan rejecting all of them. 

“How about ‘you gave me your number in a dream but I wanna make sure it’s right’?” Keegan offered. Logan could only stare at the man. 

“What’s wrong with just asking for it?”

“It needs to be something memorable, something that makes them blush. That’s how you get them going home thinking about you.”

“I think anyone can remember being asked for their phone number.”

“I gave you all my best advice and you’re ignoring it.”

“You shoved your advice in my face and I asked one reasonable question about it.”

Logan’s phone rang, it was David. Logan put it on speaker after answering.

“Yeah?”

“Is Keegan giving you advice that he’s never used in his life?”

“That is exactly what’s happening.”

“That is not what’s happening.”

“I can hear both of you. You guys are like unsocialized dogs trying to do tricks but you don’t know what a treat is and you’re too anxious to take it from someone’s hand.”

“Like your advice is any better, kid.”

“It is.”

“Can anyone vouch for it?” Keegan paused. “Besides Logan.”

“Some of the nurses, the old therapist, Kick, he can send you screenshots if need be.” Logan looked at his comrade, who rolled his eyes. 

“Because you were flirting with him or because you were helping him flirt?”

“Could be either one really.” Logan snorted. “Practice is a helpful learning tool, Russ.”

“Okay, Mr. Suave-”

“I prefer Bond, James Bond.”

Keegan exhaled through his nose. “You are not worthy of the title of James Bond.” A brief silence followed his comment.

“Better than ‘Golden Gun himself’.”

“That was for a halloween party Ajax forced me to go to.”

“And you were so handsome in your getup, weren’t you?”

“Look, kid, it was that or Austin Powers.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for this year’s Halloween.”

Logan could’ve sworn he saw Keegan’s eye twitch. The man stood up and stretched.

“Logan, talk to Kick.”

“Why Kick?”

“Because David needs an ass-beating and Merrick’s too old-school.”

“He can hear you, y’know. I’m not the only one on speaker.”

Merrick’s voice came through the phone, “Meet us in the gym, Keegan.”

“Yes, sir.” Keegan walked back inside, Logan followed him to the gym within the base where they met with David and Merrick. David looked excited for the upcoming sparring match, and with Keegan, it wouldn’t end quickly or cleanly.

“Good luck.” Logan called as he began to walk towards Kick’s room.

“Won’t need it, kid.” The sergeant responded without turning back to him. The door to the gym closed and Logan could hear the sound of scuffling and Merrick’s voice. As Logan passed by David’s room, Riley noticed him and got up to walk beside him. Riley never liked being in rooms alone, especially not after everything that had happened after his father was killed. Logan wondered if Riley ever felt a similar guilt to what he and David felt. Maybe it was just Riley being protective – he’s always been protective, just like any of the other soldiers on base. Logan walked through the halls with only muscle memory guiding him as his thoughts swirled. It was like he was moving, walking  with only a void surrounding him.

“Logan.” 

Logan snapped back to reality, the void was gone. It was Kick talking to him, he nearly passed his room.

“Off in space again? I could hear you coming down this way.” 

One of the things only Kick seemed to notice. When Logan was dissociating or daydreaming, he would forget about the world around him. He wouldn’t try to be as quiet as possible, like the ghost he was, he would let his boots echo. His footsteps weren’t as gentle and he didn’t walk with his heels slightly raised, which he would normally do to avoid his feet thudding against the ground.

“Yeah, just thinking.” He fidgeted, another tendency of his. Kick kept watching him. “Keegan was trying to give me advice on one-liners.” Kick grimaced.

“You should talk to Hesh about that.”

“That’s what David said, they’re sparring at the gym now.”

“And you aren’t with them.”

“Keegan said to talk to you.”

“Why me?”

“I thought it was because David had given you some ‘practice’ but then Keegan said it was so he could beat his ass.” Logan smiled a bit as he mentioned the supposed practice. Kick opened his door and invited Logan and Riley in. It wasn’t often that Logan was in here, but he was more familiar with the room than the others.

“Honestly, Hesh’s advice works with Hesh. He’s good at smooth-talking and being… normal.”

“And Keegan isn’t–”

“Unless he’s drunk, which takes a lot of time and alcohol.”

“And Merrick?”

Kick paused, thinking it over, “Merrick’s flirting only works with very specific people.”

“Not my people.”

“Probably not, no.”

Logan was about to sit on the floor, as he usually did when Kick stopped him and patted his bed.

“Thought you didn’t like it when people sat on your bed.”

Kick shrugged, “I’m not worried about it today,” Logan nodded. “And you look uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.”

Kick didn’t need to say anything, he and Logan both knew there was more. Logan took a breath.

“I really want to talk to them more.”

“And?”

“And I want to be able to talk to them on my own.” 

“You’ve already done that. I mean, today before we left–”

“Yeah, but I mean without you guys there.”

“Go tomorrow!” Logan almost spoke but closed his mouth. He couldn’t find his words but he knew what he wanted to say. Kick was confused on the issue until– “You’re worried something’s gonna happen.”

“When David and I were out, that was my first time in a while just being around civilians living their lives, when we went to their cafe. I was trying to relearn how to just exist with people, not soldiers.”

“You still talked to them right?” Logan explained that you had an area where people could write their own orders down without having to speak. Kick hummed, thinking. 

“I’m busy tomorrow, I think Merrick is too, but you could check in with Hesh or Keegan. Maybe one of them could come with.”

“What do I do if I see them?”

“Do what you’ve been doing,” Logan looked at Kick, “Be yourself, try your best, all that stuff. They’ll at least be nice about how awkward you are.”

Logan playfully shoved Kick, trying not to smile. It was true. You probably would be. You already have been. Why would that change now? Logan sighed and nodded.

“I’ll go tomorrow.”

“With Hesh?”

“If he’s free, yeah.”

“Good,” Kick pat him on the back, “Lemme know how it goes.”

“I will.” Logan whistled for Riley to follow him out. As Kick was about to close his door, he called out to Logan.

“Remember to get their number!”

“How?”

“Hack into their phone– how do you think? Ask!” Logan chuffed and kept walking, his footsteps once again silent as he made his way to the gym to see if the sparring was still happening. The sounds echoing through the closed doors told him enough, but this time there was… more? He peeked into the gym and saw a sight that nearly made him fall to the floor laughing. The only reason he hadn’t was because of utter surprise and curiosity.

Merrick had managed to pin both Keegan and David at the same time. Keegan was on his stomach and David sat his lower-back with Merrick on Keegan’s legs and David’s arms pinned behind him. Despite how slippery he was, Keegan couldn’t squirm his way out with their combined weight on him and David couldn’t get up with Merrick’s hold.

“This is one of my ‘old-school’ moves, Russ. Maybe you should learn it.” The captain taunted. Keegan craned his neck back at his superior.

“We weren’t even talking about combat, old man, we were talking about your flirting skills–”

“More like his lack thereof.” David grunted as Merrick pulled his arms back tighter. The action was cut short by a bark that had the men turning their heads as much as they could. They saw Riley just in front of Logan who was still holding the door open, the corners of his mouth twitched watching them.

“Don’t stop on my account.” His voice was smug as ever. 

“You talk to Kick?” Keegan asked, to which Logan nodded, “Get any good advice?” Logan nodded again, “Are you gonna tell us what it is?” Logan inhaled.

“Not yet, but I was gonna ask if either of you are free tomorrow.” He looked back and forth between David and Keegan, half expectantly, and the two voiced their availability.

“Yeah, after 3. That work?” Logan nodded again, said goodnight, and began walking back out from the gym while Riley opted to stay with the three. There was a single grunt that sounded like it came from Merrick and the sounds of scuffling restarted. The playfulness of his fellow soldiers was always refreshing to hear. 

As Logan stepped into his bedroom, his footsteps a mere whisper, he got ready for bed and wrote in his victory journal.

“I saw them again today. Everyone else got to meet them too, including Riley. The food was delicious and I finally talked to them. They seemed like they enjoyed talking to me.” Logan’s heartbeat steadily increased as he wrote about you. “They’ve been so nice…” He paused his writing, “I wonder if they like me too. I’m gonna see them again tomorrow and ask to go on a date. Or get their number, whichever comes first.” 

He wrote a little more about his plans, bringing David and Keegan with, and closed his journal. Logan flicked his lamp off and settled in for the night. Sleep came a little easier after a few minutes of carefully breathing.

~time skip~

Today, Keegan opted to drive to your cafe rather than walk. He drove an old Jeep Wrangler, the typical green so lovingly adorned with dried mud on the tires and fenders. Neither David nor Logan could try to explain the reason behind the dirt aside from the “personality” it gave the car. Whether that was a joke of an answer to explain they were just too busy to keep it clean or perhaps the real reason, no one could tell. 

The trio arrived at Morning Routine and parked in the public lot that was just off to the side of the cafe. As much as Logan wanted to bring Riley along, even the canine soldier had duties. He hoped internally that you wouldn’t be too disappointed. As they walked in, Keegan picked up a flyer from a nearby stand that advertised the same music event you had talked to Logan about before. He read aloud the details to the brothers, “So there’s a prize for the best performances and people get to vote online for who they like the most.”

“Is there one genre or is it open to everything?” David asked. Keegan continued reading ahead.

“Let’s see… Rock, dubstep–”

“Kick would love that.”

“Jazz, hip-hop, pop…” Keegan’s voice faltered, bringing the attention of the brothers back to him. “What the hell is ‘noise music’?”. David was quick to pull out his phone, Logan peering over at his brother’s phone as he typed.

“‘A genre of music that is characterized by the expressive use of noise.’.”

“Thanks, Wikipedia, for being so specific.” Keegan’s voice laced with palpable sass.

David continued, “‘This type of music tends to challenge the distinction that is made in conventional musical practices between musical and non-musical sound.’.” 

As David and Keegan kept trying to understand the new concept, you walked from the kitchen door to the register, not noticing Logan just yet. He debated, and walked up to the counter. You didn’t spare him a glance as you moved around, fixing up the area, a pile of receipts held in one hand while the other reorganized. 

You spoke as you kept moving, “I’ll be with you in just a second!” about to walk back to the kitchen.

“Take your time.” Logan’s voice was calm. At the sound of it, you whipped your head around and grinned seeing who it was.

“Well, well, welcome back. I didn’t realize it was you,” You scratched the back of your neck with your free hand, “I have some, um, things I gotta take care of but I’ll be out in a flash, ok?” He nodded as you once again retreated. Hearing the door swinging back and forth, he noticed the silence had returned to the cafe. Logan turned back, unsurprised at David and Keegan both watching him. He rolled his eyes and turned back upon hearing the door swing again. He noted the lack of receipts and the addition of what seemed to be flour you wiped on your apron. 

“Sorry about all of that, business has been picking up a bit the past few days.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” Logan softly laughed, “I guess that means you have a good business going.”

“That just might be true! Something any business owner should be grateful for.” You shook your head, “But anyway! What can I get you?” You looked past him, “And your friends, too?” Logan gave the orders and paid. As you wrote down more little notes, an employee walked up to your side and collected the notes.

“I got it!” And they went through the door to prepare the meals.

“Thank you!” You called after them. Always so sweet, Logan thought, like honey. “So, Logan,” God, he loved hearing you say his name, “You’re coming to the music, talent-show thing this week right?”

“I plan on it,” You were beaming, smile bright as ever upon hearing the news, “I’ll bring some of my friends along.”

“Oh yeah, we have a bunch of different music that’s gonna be played. I’m sure your friends will like something.” He gave you a look, confused but curious, “I heard you guys talking about your music tastes last time. Definitely got some variety going on.” 

“Heh, maybe a little,” Logan rubbed his forearms, feeling a bit shy as he kept talking. You heard them, you remembered it too, it seems, “I never asked, what kind of music do you like?”

“Well, that’s a bit hard to explain but I’ve been really into jazz lately. There’s just so much that goes into it, y’know?”

“I saw that there’s supposed to be a jazz performance on the flyer, you must be excited about that.” You sighed and leaned onto the counter a bit.

“I am but I’m still gonna be working when it’s going on so I won’t be able to listen very closely, assuming I’m even out here,” You gestured to the area around the two of you, “Baker’s gotta bake.”

“Maybe I can keep you compan–”

Multiple glasses shattered not too far from you and Logan. He flinched hard, eyes snapping shut before widening as his head jerked to see the commotion. A different employee had tripped on a child’s toy and everything they were carrying fell, spilling contents over them and the ground around them. The sharp glass pieces twinkled in the light. 

“Oh shit, Casey, are you okay?!” You exclaimed as they got up.

“Yeah, I’m alright, just bruised,” They looked at their arm, which was now bleeding, red dripping down to their wrist. “Um, it’s alright! I’ll get the first aid kit, it’s not too bad. Can you clean this up?”

“Yeah, yeah, hang on! Logan, I–” You looked back towards Logan and stopped everything. “Logan?” He was staring at the mess, hands shaking and aggressively rubbing at his forearms.

“Logan? Are you okay?” You kept trying to talk to him but your voice was drowned out. 

The blood. 

The broken glass.

The cut on their arm. 

The sound of the shattering replayed in his head as he heard painfully familiar voices.

The room felt cold and hot at the same time, Logan felt isolated, having forgotten the presence of everyone for the moment. His breath quickened as he began stepping backwards. He wanted to be away from all of this. He remembered the sting that was in his arms and legs for so long. He didn’t hear David calling to him, nor did he notice the older man that was approaching him.

“Excuse me, son, are you alright?” The old man put a hand on Logan’s shoulder and he flinched backward, arms wrapping around himself. 

“S-stop, please, stop…” His voice was scratching out of his throat, nearly a mumble as his eyes flit around trying to identify the faces that now looked at him. There were so many eyes on him and he couldn’t recognize anyone. His arms hurt, his heart wasn’t beating but he could hear blood pumping in his ears, people were so close, he felt so weak but the need to get away was so strong in his bones. As his back hit the door, he made eye-contact with you. 

You could see him. You were seeing him. You saw his scars, didn’t you? You saw everything he had been through. You saw the blood on him. His emotions irrational and boiling over, he put his hand to the door handle and ran outside. He ignored the sound of you calling after him, he ran to the car and collapsed against the door, hidden from anyone that would’ve been on the other side. He sobbed, hyperventilating as he tried to fill his lungs. Despite the air he was taking in, he couldn’t feel the way his chest expanded. Oh god, he was gonna pass out, he was gonna die here. He didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to feel himself dying again. He scratched at his arms, at the scars under his shirt sleeves that still stung despite the wounds having healed so long ago. He curled into a ball again, trying to protect himself from a threat that only lived on in his head. Logan didn’t notice David coming towards him.

“Logan?” David had heard his crying and hiccups and approached slowly. His heart broke seeing Logan. He had seen Logan’s episodes and panic attacks before, back when his little brother was still in recovery after being rescued. He recalled the advice his therapist had given him about helping him through the panic attacks. David sat down near Logan on the parking lot ground, careful not to touch him. David’s voice softened as much as he could make it, “It’s okay. There’s no one else. I’m right here with you, I always will be.” Logan sniffled and continued crying, though he quieted down a bit. As this happened, Keegan came out to check on them. He and David exchanged some words, before Keegan looked over at his friend.

“It’s alright, kid, you’re okay.” And Keegan walked away.

 David continued verbally reassuring Logan of his presence, every once in a while giving him soft reminders to try to breathe and to slow down the breaths he was taking. After a few minutes, Logan brought his head up and let it thunk against the car behind him as he looked towards the sky, eyes still watery. He continued his deep breaths and slowly rubbed his arms up and down.

Keegan approached the pair again, both sitting on the ground. David looked over, “Do you wanna head back home?”.

Logan could only nod, his voice gone once again. The two got up, David taking the front passenger, Keegan back in the driver and Logan behind him. Logan noticed the paper bags on the seat beside him. Their food. He had run out before the order came. He sighed in quiet frustration. It was glass, he mentally reprimanded himself, just fucking glass and you ran out like… like… He couldn’t think. He just wanted to be back in his room. Logan held his head with his hand, blocking the light from the window and his eyes from civilians. 

As they went back to base, Logan immediately walked to his room. No words to anyone he passed by, no headpats for Riley, he hardly even acknowledged Merrick. His door closed silently, the shades were drawn and he laid in his bed, more tears shedding with no one else to see them.

A/N🪶 Part 2: The title of this chapter is inspired by the most recent Slowdive album of the same name. I’d recommend Alife and Kisses, but Sugar for the Pill (way earlier song from a different album) would also fit this chapter well.

Also, feel free to check out the whole fic on Ao3 @ RiversSong82 ! Let me know if you enjoyed this chapter, have a lovely day!

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That last sentence. I KNEW HE WAS GONNA KNOW WHAT READER DID SOMEHOW!

I’m already excited for the next chapter!

City Dweller, pt. 2

☽ Hesh x Reader, 1600k words, SFW

The drabble inspiration for this fic, part 1

Hello all, here’s part two of roommate life with our green eyed cutie :)

Waking up to a tender ache in your triceps and shoulders from moving boxes all day yesterday, was not your favorite thing about your first morning in this new apartment.

The eye bags under your eyes from not sleeping much through the night, wasn’t either.

And the dozens of boxes and bags piled around your bedroom was definitely on the bottom of the list.

What did peak your interest, was the slight whine you heard outside your door at such an early hour. Padding across the cool tile until you turned the door knob, you looked out into the hallway at eye level. But the culprit was at your feet.

Riley wagged his tail furiously when he spotted your form, head tilted and tongue hanging half out, staring up at you with his dark eyes.

An eyebrow raised, and you kneeled down to stare back at him, petting the smooth fur on the top of his head. He responded like he’d just won the puppy lottery, immediately coming closer, tail wagging and trying to nuzzle up to you. You couldn’t help but smile, petting down his back. The dull ache in your upper body stung, but he was too cute to pass up. You figured he should get to know you too, at least, as his new roommate.

His owner made himself even more known, though. A deep, nearly booming “Riley” called out from down the hall and around the corner, followed by footsteps. Maybe his commanding voice sent a shiver down your spine, maybe it didn’t.

Glancing up and then down the length of the hallway, you spotted Hesh standing at the end. Arms crossed as he spotted you kneeled down in your doorway, his dogs head practically atop your shoulder as you scratched behind his ears.

A smile crested his lips before he neutralized it, walking down the hall to gather Riley by the collar after another call of the dogs name didn’t seem to make him detach from you.

“Sorry he bothered you so early, he’s not used to having anyone else here” He’d apologize, pulling the canine off you gently before you stand back up.

Explaining that you didn’t mind only seemed to make it harder for him to hide that faint smile on his face, trying to maintain the apologetic attitude. Riley let out his own little whine as if demanding to be payed attention to again, and you were grateful for it. Reaching down a bit to pet him again so you could take your eyes off Hesh in his army getup.

That was a view you thought you could get used to. Camo covering his long legs, wrapped so deliciously around the man’s thighs that you made a point not to stare. T-shirt tight around the bulging muscles in his upper arms, it felt like an act of Christ to avert your eyes. Roommate, he’s your roommate, you fool. That internal reprimand didn’t help much, though.

“Once he gets used to you, he’ll be less of a nuisance, promise…” he still attempted to explain, but you couldn’t mind any of it. Not his cute dog, not his cute face. You were still so sleepy, lost in the little moment as you scratched Riley’s head.

You waved him off before you stood back up at full length, not missing the way his own eyes raked over your pjs and then proceeded to grin almost imperceptibly, nearly hidden by his thick beard. You gave him a tired smile, voicing again that Riley was no trouble, before meeting his eyes once more.

Time stood still for a moment, neither of you sure how to proceed. He gave a nod, and looked at the floor for a moment, still holding Riley’s collar loosely in his hand. He broke the silence first, wishing you a good morning, before shuffling back down the hall.

You definitely did not look at his ass before you shut your bedroom door again, flopping back into bed as the sun came up.

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

Your day was spent flitting around your room, unpacking the gargantuan amount of boxes that were piled up. The vision of all your clothing dumped onto your bed was a monsoon of stress, begging to be sorted, folded, hung up.

You took a break around noon, deciding to get a better look at the finer details of the apartment. Maybe you should’ve done that before signing the lease, but hey, you had to take this opportunity before it was ripped out from under you. Had to take him, maybe. No, you thought. Bad girl.

Your fingers trailed along the countertop island as you rounded into the kitchen area, taking better note of all the things he had stored in the drawers and cabinets.

Maybe it was silly to try and derive personality from someone based on the silverware they chose to buy, but you tried it anyways.

You had to take a second look at everything. The table and chairs he had, you, had…the items he chose to leave out on the counter instead of storing away, what kind of food he tends to buy…

The lack of junk food almost made you roll your eyes. You loved a good veggie platter as much as the next person, but you’d have to buy some Doritos if you were living with this guy for the foreseeable future.

You strolled around the living room, noting the lack of decor and, well…general sense of lived in-ness. You could definitely fix that. A rug, some art, maybe some plants.

Would he mind if you spruced the place up? Surely not, considering you live here now too. But would it be odd if he came home one day and you’d transformed an entire space of the apartment? Would he even like your taste in-

You had to knock the thoughts out before they could blossom too much. Not wanting to spiral yourself into an anxious mess over whether or not your totally cool and laid back roommate would mind if you put a throw pillow on the couch.

So you perused the rest of the apartment with the curiosity of a 7 year old. Why you cared so much about the stuff the man kept under the bathroom sink and the way he appeared to do his laundry, was a mystery. You chalked in up to getting to know the green eyed man. Getting to know the space you now live in.

And when you walked down the hallway and stopped at his bedroom door, you were already trying to mentally justify snooping through his bedroom.

No way could you do that, pry through his space like that. You hardly know the guy, and you definitely can’t just invade his privacy like that. But maybe just a tiny peek wouldn’t hurt, you attempted to justify.

Which is how you found your hand turning the knob and pushing his bedroom door open. Just enough, a crack in the door, so you could get a better look at what he flashed you a peek of last week.

Flicking the light switch on, your eyes roved over the sparsely decorated area. A bed on the wall to your right. A dresser on the far opposite side of the room, next to a desktop setup and monitor. You were still wondering what games he played on that thing, itching to cross the room and rifle through the dvd cases stacked up on the desk. You swore you could see Animal Crossing on one of them but that felt like your imagination, probably.

Your eyes flicked over to the closet door, dying to know what he wears aside from his uniforms. Just t shirts and jeans maybe? Oh god, does he wear those tight pants that-

You felt guiltier the longer you stood there, head popped into the cracked open doorway, so you abandoned your thought to take stock of how goddamned neat the bed was again. You thought maybe it was a fluke when you’d seen it last week. That he knew you’d be touring the place, so he did it up all proper. But you’d be damned if he didn’t have a made bed that would have a hotel housekeeper jealous.

He seemed to favor greens and greys, and it made sense when you looked at the rest of the apartment. It was, all in all, a bit bland. But somehow charming, you figured. The tall soldier wasn’t home too often, as he’d explained, so why would he have the place spruced up like The Ritz?

You didn’t debate it too much more, at least not with your prying eyes roaming over the shoes next to his nightstand and Riley’s bed in the corner. Was that a fucking baby blanket for the dog-

You shut his door back, abandoning your searches and returning to your own bedroom to keep unpacking.

. . ・ 。 . ・ ゜ ✭ ・ ☽ ・ ✫ ・ ゜ ・ 。 . .

A half unpacked room was decent work for one day, you’d decided before slumping down onto the living room couch. Limbs like jelly atop the cushions, slumped so far back into the plush grey fabric you hoped you’d be swallowed up whole.

You watched a show on the tv for background noise while you instead just scrolled on your phone, pouting when you remembered your Netflix subscription was about to end. No way am i paying 13 dollars a month just to watch Dexter, you reasoned.

You’d eventually decided you needed dinner, so you ordered takeout because it felt wrong to use up Hesh’s food, although he told you to go ahead and use anything you needed.

Later that night, you tossed and turned per usual, freaking out only momentarily when you heard the front door opening and two sets of feet, or paws rather, coming through the apartment.

You weren’t sure how long it’d take to get used to living with a brand new roommate, especially one that seemed to charm your socks off so easily that it was almost eerie. But when you heard Hesh’s chuckle sound down the hallway for whatever reason, all light and warm, you decided it probably wouldn’t take too long.

You should really be more careful next time you snoop, and actually turn the man’s bedroom light back off…

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Wait, this is actually perfect.

I feel like Ajax would be purple and black <3

The Ghost Boys as color combos that I think fit them :o

Hesh- green and brown

Logan- orange and blue

Elias- green and grey

Merrick- blue and brown

Keegan- black and blue

Kick- black and yellow

Rorke- black and red

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White at Your Wedding, Ghosts HC’s

Prompt: How the Ghosts would react to someone wearing white at your wedding.

A/N🪶: Hello again. To anyone who may have been keeping up with my fic “Sugar and Lemon”, I’m sorry I haven’t been writing. Between creative juices for the fic running out as well as school, I haven’t been as motivated. However, I do want to continue it. I just need to find the right time. I’m doing summer classes otherwise I probably would be working on it now. It’s just overwhelming at this point. But I still want to give y’all something with the Ghosts since I know a lot of people in that part of the fandom don’t usually get a lot unless it’s with (typically) Keegan. Nothing wrong with that, I just want to include more of them, especially more underrated characters like Ajax and David/Hesh. Thanks for reading this blurb <3

HC Note/TW: May include descriptions/mentions of weapons, violence/violent intentions, shitty people, harassment. Please note: I’m gonna make this AU style where Rorke wasn’t turned and no one was killed because I said so. Reader is gn so their groomsmen/bridesmaids will just be referred to as your “friends on the side”. 

I made a separate one for David because I love him, find that here

Storyline:

He was almost done getting ready. Today was finally that day, that beautiful day that he never thought would happen. Between the world gradually being broken down each time it was nearly put back up, he had expected to be killed in action like everyone else. But perhaps fate was on his side for now. He knew better than to expect everything to run smoothly, though. 

With two different people from two different families, someone was bound to have some opinions. It was just a matter of whether or not they voiced it. Of course, he had made plans just in case. He was getting married to you and there was no way in hell, heaven or on this Earth someone was going to stop that. They could interrupt the wedding all they wanted to, however they pleased. They could set the whole damn thing on fire, but he’d still marry you. 

He tried not to think about how beautiful you’d look, lest he start blushing. It didn’t work but the attempt was worth it, despite the pestering the other Ghosts would no doubt lay upon him. 

The time came and he stood on the slightly elevated stage, groomsmen and best man at his side. Normally, he doesn’t wear white but this is a wedding… his wedding… his and yours wedding. His back was to the hallway you would walk out of, so he kept looking to the faces of his friends and family for any indication. His heart beat was relatively controlled… and then the music began playing… and they smiled… and the officiant gave him the look to turn around. So he did.

And by God, you were ethereal. He couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or was beating so fast he could no longer feel it. His brain was short-circuiting. You had made your way up to the stage, your friends on the side smiling. He just stared, had he been smiling since he saw you? His cheeks were hurting already. You looked up at him, your smile like the sun, he couldn’t care less about going blind if it meant the image of you would be imprinted in his eyes.

Logan Walker

This man would be trying so hard not to panic.

He almost gets whiplash from how fast his head turned to David who, alongside Merrick, would pipe up and tell off the person.

Logan would have been prepared in a rather classy way. 

See… There’s a thing where, if someone wears white at a wedding, especially a dress, the bridesmaids can take wine and pour it on them, effectively ruining the dress.

Logan absolutely has heard of this and got your friends the cheapest wine possible.

Logan looks at your friends and signals to them to get the wine. 

One of them moves around closer to them so their attention is away from the friends with the wine.

David and Merrick tell them that they need to leave.

As they get up to get in their face, wine is poured on them.

They yell and fuss, claiming you and Logan are going to pay for their outfit as they stomp out of the room. 

You, not having expected this, stand there. Your hands are held by Logans and your mouth hangs open.

Your friends smile at you, David and Merrick chuckling to themselves as they all come back to their original positions.

You struggle to form coherent words.

“Did you- when did- where’d the wine come from?! Was that planned?!”

And the wedding continues, the smell of wine and the sound of laughter flowing through the air.

Elias T. “Scarecrow” Walker'

You know this man would be willing to drag out the guilty party himself. 

I fully believe he’d pick them up and carry them outside. 

Otherwise he’d probably set up his other comrades to be guards so people don’t try to get in.

I could imagine it being an old ex or probably a family member he hates. None of the soldiers he knows would dare do that to someone like him, he’s garnered so much respect from them over the years.

Any one of his friends, whether groomsmen or guests, I know they’d all stick up for him as he just watches with a smile.

Thomas A. Merrick

Roasts the ever loving shit out of whoever is wearing white.

“If you’re gonna wear white, at least pick an outfit that fits you right.”

“Did you get that from Walmart? I think I saw that when I went last week.”

“That would look better on Riley, but hey, who am I to judge?”

I know the person would willingly walk out without having to be escorted, due to embarrassment.

Gabriel T. Rorke

I can’t see him having a very public wedding. There is a very short list of people allowed and if there’s someone he doesn’t know, he’s meeting them beforehand.

If someone dared to wear white, well…

As all eyes are on them as they stand, showing off the color that was only meant for the two of you, he takes the opportunity since everyone is distracted.

He slowly reaches and shifts his white suit jacket, lifting just the edge, enough for the offender to see the gun, or other weapon, he has tucked away.

He lets go so he looks normal again, while the person is left with wide eyes, suddenly nervous.

They leave with minimal issue and everything resumes, people are left confused but eventually shrug it off as Rorke having intimidated them with his presence alone.

Keegan P. Russ

Keegan would be the type where, prior to the wedding, he expects everyone to show what they are planning on wearing.

He makes sure the two of you set guidelines so it is absolutely clear that if anyone tries to come in wearing white, they will be thrown out and not allowed back in. 

This man does not leave room for error. 

He takes advantage of having your friends/family’s (bridesmaids/groomsmen) contact info so he can keep an eye on everything.

Would absolutely sweet talk your grandparents or parents into keeping him informed whenever possible, especially if there’s gossip (Keegan loves gossip and you can’t tell me otherwise).

Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson

He wouldn’t bring weapons like Rorke or make snide comments like Merrick.

This is a man of respect, and while he’d be annoyed, he’d be prepared.

As people turned around and gasped and gossiped, he’d remain calm and relaxed despite his comrades wanting to push the person out.

He’d want them to be politely escorted out and you wouldn’t have to do anything.

Naturally, he’s fuming but this is your wedding after all. He maintains his composure.

If the person speaks up, they’ll be escorted out. If not, I can imagine him letting them stay, not wanting to waste time and probably continuing to marry you out of spite and right before the dinner, they suddenly aren’t allowed in.

They’re edited out of any photos they may have forced their way into, everyone basically ignores them. 

I love you, Ajax <3

Kick

This guy is just getting married privately.

Mostly just because regular weddings are so hectic and frankly, he isn’t much of a people person but he still wants to marry you.

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I love how the search function on this site is absolute garbage. I can look up a post word for word and I will NEVER find it

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White at Your Wedding, David “Hesh” Walker x gn!Reader

How David would react to someone wearing white and objecting to your wedding. (I had to make this separate because I lowkey just wanted to write a big blurb for David and just do headcanons for everyone else.)

NOTE: This is going to be formatted a little weird since it’s an out-of-the-blue idea. The first part (not-bulleted) is the storyline for each of the Ghosts that’ll be featured in the full HC list. The bullet list underneath is specifically for David, as you’ll see.

Full Ghosts HC Link: here

CW: Shitty people, harassment, fuckin Kevin, Reader is called “sweetcheeks” by that asshole Kevin

He was almost done getting ready. Today was finally that day, that beautiful day that he never thought would happen. Between the world gradually being broken down each time it was nearly put back up, he had expected to be killed in action like everyone else. But perhaps fate was on his side for now. He knew better than to expect everything to run smoothly, though. 

With two different people from two different families, someone was bound to have some opinions. It was just a matter of whether or not they voiced it. Of course, he had made plans just in case. He was getting married to you and there was no way in hell, heaven or on this Earth someone was going to stop that. They could interrupt the wedding all they wanted to, however they pleased. They could set the whole damn thing on fire, but he’d still marry you. 

He tried not to think about how beautiful you’d look, lest he start blushing. It didn’t work but the attempt was worth it, despite the pestering the other Ghosts would no doubt lay upon him. 

The time came and he stood on the slightly elevated stage, groomsmen and best man at his side. Normally, he doesn’t wear white but this is a wedding… his wedding… his and yours wedding. His back was to the hallway you would walk out of, so he kept looking to the faces of his friends and family for any indication. His heart beat was relatively controlled… and then the music began playing… and they smiled… and the officiant gave him the look to turn around. So he did.

And by God, you were ethereal. He couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or was beating so fast he could no longer feel it. His brain was short-circuiting. You had made your way up to the stage, your friends on the side smiling. He just stared, had he been smiling since he saw you? His cheeks were hurting already. You looked up at him, your smile like the sun, he couldn’t care less about going blind if it meant the image of you would be imprinted in his eyes.

David took slow deep breaths. Lord, how he wanted to kiss you already. He had almost tuned out the officiant, until you squeezed his hand. You both smiled at each other, trying not to laugh.

The officiant continued, “If anyone objects to the marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

A dramatic yell rang out, “I OBJECT!” followed by gasps and murmurs.

David already recognized the voice, he quietly sighed and closed his eyes to gather himself before looking at the guy.

It was another soldier who he’d had issues with since first joining the military. His name was Kevin, who wore a simple white shirt and pants that weren’t even a matching white. It was like looking at beige and some kind of snow white? Since David and you had gotten together, Kevin had made all sorts of comments.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.” “I don’t get why he’s still dating you.” And the like, occasionally dipping into borderline harassment. 

Kevin said your name and kept blabbering, “C’mon, sweetcheeks. You know you’d rather have someone who can actually satisfy-”, he didn’t finish speaking. Couldn’t actually.

David had come up with a small signal, inspired by the ones he and Logan shared, in case something happened. The first people to act would be Merrick and Keegan, they’d actually volunteered knowing that if Elias or Logan had to keep someone out, they’d miss their family getting married. 

Merrick walked around and grabbed Kevin’s arms, forcing them behind his back. Keegan then picked up his legs and they walked in tandem while Kevin fussed, claiming he was just joking. (Sure thing, fucker.)

As they left through the doors the guests had come through, Ajax and Kick watched while Elias calmed down the now extra excited crowd. 

They decided to wait until the duo returned, suits mildly scuffed and knuckles slightly reddened, but the crowd wouldn’t notice and neither would you.

The officiant continued, you and David said your vows with tears and laughs. Finally came time for the rings and the kiss. The crowd cheered, David’s friends punched him (lovingly) and your day continued, as it was supposed to.

Thank you for reading and be sure to check out the full HC list when it’s done <3

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Yeah so turns out the longer im in this fandom the more im pissed about this so here goes. I'm trying real hard to figure out when afab went from being something for transmascs, intersex, and nonbinary individuals to use and instead has come to mean "woman" in all your 'x reader' fics. Because that word is not for you. It does not mean woman or female and yall know that.

To tack onto that, gn!reader isn't genderneutral when you use exclusively feminine nicknames, terms, and descriptors(Lass, Bonnie, etc etc). Genderneutral and nonbinary does not mean woman-light. Afab does not mean woman. These are terms exclusively used by and for the Trans community and usually/initially only for medical reasons with medical providers for fucks sake.

(As a side note, I personally don't care if you yourself fall under the Trans umbrella and are doing this, you absolutely are not getting a pass. In fact, you should then know better than anyone else not to be doing it)

Anways something something it's Pride month and we've fought so fucking hard to get the barest minimum of respect and rights and Trans people all over the world are being attacked, stripped of our rights, and being used as the boogeyman man for every countries political agenda. So it is BEYOND annoying as fuck for mainly cis women in fandoms to co-opt transmasc terms for fics just so they feel special and unique. Just fucking say its female reader and have some fucking shame 🙄🙄

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Most straight dude music: wow girl i love how you have eyes and skin and how you don't think you're pretty please let me hit

Hozier: Let's go into the forest and become crows that feed each other the brightest of red berries also I will eat your pussy so good that the Catholic Church will crumble and fall into dust

Vessel Sleep Token: Tear me apart, drain my blood, then put me back together and set me in your rib cage so I can make a nest next to your heart also I will eat your pussy so good the gods will get jealous and try to kill me for my hubris