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No one could ever make me dislike Logan Walker from cod ghosts. He’s my little princess Pookie bear and I love him no matter what😘

Look at that little cutie pie🤭

Can I just say, that your work is literally so canon. Like you write the characters so realistically and so IN character. It’s downright beautiful, as far as I’m concerned your word is law 💕

May I request, how the Ghost team would react to confessing their love to teammate!reader while completely blackout drunk??

Like, they’ve fallen madly in love with reader, like I’m talking soulmate-once-in-a-lifetime-love things. But they’ve never acted upon it, always trying to repress their feelings for reader

But after a long mission, they all go to a bar, get drunk, and climb onto a table, stage, roof, anything, and just scream out their undying love reader. Or they get injured and the morphine makes them confess their love for reader. Either way, they wake up the next day, hungover af, and find out what they did by a teammate showing them a video of what they did

How will they react? How will they act while love-struck but in denial?? What will they do after seeing the video???

(If it’s too complicated or too much for you, then feel free to ignore this, have a nice day 😚❤️)

OMG ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE KIND WORDS!!! THEY MEANT A LOT TO ME!!!

Anon this is so cheesy for me Idk why haha but still whatever this fandom want🙏🏻🤎.

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Drunk (overreacted) confessions from them

characters: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Keegan p. russ, Kick.

X fem! Reader!

Notes: mention of alcohol!

Logan walker:

Logan isn’t usually a drinker, but after a long mission, he lets himself indulge. Unfortunately, tonight? Yeah, he overdid it.

At first, he’s just sitting quietly at the bar, drink in hand, looking at you like he always does—like you put the stars in the damn sky.

But then, something in his brain snaps. And before anyone can stop him, Logan climbs onto the bar counter, his movements surprisingly smooth despite the alcohol.

You groan, already bracing for whatever drunken nonsense is about to come out of his mouth. Logan isn’t a loud guy. He’s the quiet, brooding type—the one who watches from the shadows, sharp-eyed and calculating. But tonight? Thanks to way too much whiskey, he’s a whole different person.

The entire bar goes quiet as heads turn toward him. The team looks half-amused, half-horrified. Keegan mutters something under his breath, Hesh already has his face in his hands, and Kick? Kick’s just smirking slightly with kind of shocked expression, waiting to see how bad this gets.

You, however, are just trying to decide if you should drag him down now or let him embarrass himself first.

Logan sways slightly but holds his ground, looking down at you like you’re the only thing in the entire room that matters. His glass wobbles in his grip as he points right at you, eyes unfocused but filled with a ridiculous amount of passion.

“This—THIS RIGHT HERE,” he announces, voice thick with emotion, “is the most incredible, badass, beautiful human being I have EVER seen.”

Oh god.

You cover your face with your hands as laughter and whistles erupt from the bar. Someone claps. Someone else calls out, "Damn right!" and Logan, absolutely thriving off the attention, continues.

“You don’t even understand how lucky I am,” he slurs, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “This woman—this goddess—she puts up with my brooding ass every single day. And she STILL looks at me like I’m worth a damn.” He pauses for a second, brows furrowing like he just had the deepest thought of his life. Then, suddenly, he grins. “That’s LOVE, people.”

You peek through your fingers, only to find him staring directly at you again, swaying slightly but still standing tall. Then, in the most theatrical, overly dramatic display possible

“AND I WOULD DIE FOR HER.”

The bar erupts.

Kick is howling with laughter, Keegan actually smirks, and Hesh is trying—and failing—To not acknowledge this is his brother standing. Someone in the back yells, “Kiss ‘her already!” and Logan, still very much riding the high of his drunk declaration

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The morning after was hell.

Logan woke up with his head pounding, an insistent throb that seemed to match the rhythm of his heartbeat. He groaned, eyes squinting against the harsh light streaming through the window, as if the entire universe was conspiring to make him feel worse. His mouth tasted like ash, and his stomach churned in protest.

He shifted, slowly peeling himself off the bed, when he heard a familiar voice.

"Morning, lo," you said, holding up your phone in front of his face.

Logan’s eyes widened slightly, blinking away the remnants of sleep. And then, he saw it: the video.

No.

He immediately knew what it was. The alcohol-induced confession from last night. The one that had him spilling his heart out in front of the entire bar.

"Fuck, no..." he mumbled, his body going rigid as he pulled the blanket over his face, sinking into the pillows, trying to block out whatever embarrassment was coming his way. He wasn’t sure which was worse: the hangover or the thought of reliving his drunken declaration.

But you weren’t having it. You sat on the edge of the bed, a mischievous smile playing on your lips, as you pressed "Play" on the video.

Logan’s groan was audible as the playback began.

The video started with him standing on the bar, arms outstretched like some drunken Shakespearean actor, whiskey sloshing in his glass. You could hear the crowd cheering, the clinking of glasses, and then Logan’s voice—loud, completely unfiltered.

“THIS—THIS RIGHT HERE is the most incredible, badass, beautiful human being I have EVER seen."

Logan’s eyes widened as the words hit him like a freight train. His face instantly buried deeper into his hands, and he let out a long, suffering groan.

The video continued, his drunken confession echoing in the room. “I WOULD DIE FOR HER.”

By now, Logan had curled into a ball, attempting to disappear completely under the blanket, but you were relentless, laughing softly.

“You might want to see the best part, Logan. You know, the part where you said you’d die for me?”

Logan’s muffled voice came out from under the covers, full of defeat. “Fucking… why you doing this. I never should’ve had that last drink.”

You kept the phone at a safe distance, just long enough for him to hear the entire confession.

When it ended, you put the phone down on the bedside table, the silence in the room hanging thick and heavy. Logan didn’t move. He didn’t speak.

You watched him for a moment before leaning over, placing a hand gently on his strong shoulder. "Logan..."

He finally emerged from under the blanket, face red and eyes wide with embarrassment. "I can’t believe I—" He cut himself off, looking like he wanted to sink into the bed and never come out again. “God, please tell me no one recorded that."

You gave him a playful look. "Oh, don’t worry. It was just the whole bar... and maybe a couple of the regulars."

Logan groaned again, his face buried back into the pillow, but this time, a small, sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "This is it. I’m done. I’m staying in this room until everyone forgets about last night."

You chuckled, rubbing his strong back. “Well, you did say you loved me. It was a pretty sweet confession, even if you were drunk.”

Logan let out a breath, sounding both defeated and affectionate at once. "Yeah, but not like that..." He peeked up at you, his eyes softer than before. “I meant it, though. Every damn word.”

You smiled down at him, a little teasing, but your heart warmed. "I know you did, Logan. I know you did."

And in that moment, even with the hangover, the embarrassment, and the ridiculous video, everything else faded into the background. Because despite his blunders, despite everything, Logan’s feelings were real. And maybe, just maybe, that made the whole thing worth it.

Hesh walker:

Hesh is a messy drunk. He gets cocky at first, then way too sentimental.

So after a few rounds of tequila shots, He was looking at you now smiling softly when you holding a cup give a confused look with a smile, he looked cute in your opinion.

He struggled so bad with his words due to his drunk statement.

And when you couldn't understand him telling him "Careful, david. that sounds like a confession"

He groaned annoyed at you then he sat in front of you on the counter bar shocked you when he hold your face for a seconds to look at him and FOCUS ON HIM.

He stared at you with a mix of admiration and... something else. You felt his gaze before you saw it, the intensity of it like a spotlight on you.

And then, without any warning, Hesh slammed his drink down on the bar and pointed a finger at you.

"Y/N! I—I LOVED YOU SINCE FOREVER AGO. YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND FUNNY AND YOU KICK ASS AND I WANNA KISS YOU SO BAD."

You blinked, trying to process what was happening. Your heart skipped a beat, your mind going blank for a moment. The entire bar went silent for a split second, all eyes turning toward him. You could practically hear the crickets.

"David are you fucking for real right now?"

Logan, of course, wasn’t fazed in the slightest. He simply took a slow sip from his own drink, his eyes lazily flicking over to you with an unreadable expression. and yeah he succeeded in making himself a stranger just like the other fellas at the bar.

"…Dude," Logan muttered under his breath, not even bothering to give Hesh a side-eye.

But you? You were staring at Hesh, wide-eyed, completely stunned by his sudden confession. You didn’t know how to respond—what do you even say to that? Was this some kind of drunken ramble? Or was he being serious?

Hesh, however, wasn’t done. He leaned forward on the bar, ignoring the stares of the others in the room, fully committed to whatever the hell he was saying.

"I don’t care if anyone’s listenin’! I just—" He gestured wildly, a bit too animated for someone who had been drinking, "I just need you to know. You make everything better. You’re—everything. And I just wanna kiss you, Y/N, I—FUCK IT!"

You were completely overwhelmed, your face turning beet red. You felt so shy, suddenly unable to look him in the eye as his words washed over you. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Your heart was racing, and the only thing you could manage to do was give a nervous, sheepish smile.

“Yeah, david... I’m just gonna go,” you muttered, suddenly feeling very much out of your element. You didn’t even wait for a response before turning to leave the bar, your mind spinning in circles.

But as you started to walk away, you heard Hesh’s voice from behind you, almost like a whine.

“What? Where’re you goin’?! Come on, don’t leave me hangin' like that!”

You quickened your pace, trying to hide the blush on your face, but you couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled up. There was something so undeniably Hesh about the way he threw himself into everything, no shame, no hesitation.

Logan didn’t even glance your way as you left. He was too busy finishing his drink, probably already onto the next thing in his head. But as you made your way out of the bar, you couldn’t help but think about what Hesh said.

It was loud, it was unexpected, but in a weird way, it was also kinda sweet.

And for now, that’s enough.

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The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a hazy glow over the room. Hesh lay there, still tangled in the sheets, groaning softly as his hand rubbed his temple. His head throbbed—he knew exactly what had happened last night. The alcohol, the words he couldn’t take back, the confession that had spilled out of him like an unstoppable flood.

“Why do I feel like I made an ass of myself last night?” he muttered, staring out the window as if the morning sun could offer him some sort of redemption.

You, standing at the door, couldn’t help but smirk. You'd been waiting for this moment, the moment Hesh would finally confront his drunken rambling. "You did, David. You really did," you said, your voice light but with just enough teasing to make him stiffen.

He turned around, wide-eyed, like he’d just seen a ghost. “Oh, nah…” he mumbled, running his hand over his face as if the words he’d spoken the night before were some sort of fever dream.

But it was too late. You pulled up the video on your phone and hit Play.

Immediately, his own voice echoed through the room, the confession he had made without a second thought. “I LOVE YOU SINCE FOREVER AGO. YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND FUNNY AND YOU KICK ASS AND I WANNA KISS YOU SO BAD.”

Hesh’s face turned redder than a tomato, and he buried his face in hands, his eyes closed as if he could somehow will the video—and the whole embarrassing memory—out of existence. But it kept playing, louder and louder.

When it ended, you could see the sheer defeat on his face. He was completely silent for a long moment. And then, with an exhale that was equal parts frustrated and resigned, he turned toward you, clearly ready to face the consequences.

"So that’s not me," he said flatly, as if to make some sort of last-ditch attempt at saving face.

You raised an eyebrow, trying hard to keep the amusement from spilling over. You could tell he was desperately hoping you’d let him off the hook, maybe pretend it never happened. But you just shook your head slowly, the smile still playing on your lips.

“No, David,” you said, trying to hold back a chuckle. “That was definitely you.”

You let the silence stretch for a moment, the weight of his embarrassment hanging between you two. His eyes were searching you, desperate for some reassurance, the fear of rejection clear in the way his posture softened. He was terrified that you'd hate him for the drunken mess he'd made of himself. But you weren’t going to make this easy on him.

"So..." you leaned in slightly, voice a little teasing. "When are you gonna kiss me?"

And just like that, the air shifted. Hesh’s entire system seemed to freeze. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly parted in confusion, like the real shock had just hit him. The cogs in his brain struggled to work as he stared at you, caught completely off guard.

Hesh.exe has stopped working.

You couldn’t help it. You chuckled at the look on his face. His hands flew up to his hair, messing it up even more, trying to formulate a response, but no words came out. His usual smooth, confident self was nowhere to be found. He was just a big, lovable mess of flustered nerves.

“Y/N stop it for real...” he stammered, trying to find something to say, his voice cracking under the pressure.

You raised your eyebrows, enjoying this moment just a little too much. “I mean… you did say you wanted to kiss me. Pretty badly, actually.”

Hesh groaned, dropping his body back into the couch, completely defeated. "I’m never drinking again."

You laughed again, shaking your head. "We both know that’s a lie, David."

But you didn’t let the moment linger in the awkward tension. Slowly, you walked over to his side of the couch, bending down to meet his gaze. "You’re lucky I think it’s cute, you know?"

He looked up at you, a small, sheepish smile finally tugging at his lips. “Yeah, I know. sorry for the embarrassment i brought to ya."

“You’re lucky I’m not going to hold it against you. But seriously… when’s that kiss coming?” [chat sorry i asked a lot but eh yknow its hesh]

Hesh’s smile grew, more confident now that the storm had passed. “You’re gonna make me work for it, aren’t you?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “You kinda deserve to.”

Keegan p. russ:

Keegan doesn’t get wasted often.

But when he does? It’s bad.

Tonight is one of those nights.

And instead of yelling his confession like the others, he just—stares at you. Like, straight-up, glassy-eyed, utterly in love staring.

Merrick nudged him with his elbow. “You good, Keegan?”

Keegan didn’t even bother to look at him. Instead, he just sighed, resting his elbow on the table holding his drink, his eyes staring at the table like he was lost in thought.

“No,” he muttered, voice low, like the weight of the world was pressing on him. “Fuck it, I’m not.”

You raised an eyebrow, hearing the frustration in his tone. It wasn’t like Keegan to let anything show, especially not in front of the team. “Why’s that?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

Keegan barely spared you a glance. He waved a hand lazily in your direction, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “’Cause of you.”

You blinked, totally thrown off by the sudden and completely unexpected response. “Me?”

He nodded, his expression serious, almost unsettlingly so. It was like a switch had flipped, and the usual cool, collected Keegan had become something… different. “Mhm. You’re so goddamn perfect, it pisses me off.”

Your heart skipped a beat. What was happening? Keegan—cold, aloof Keegan—was looking at you with a kind of intensity that made you feel small, vulnerable. His gaze didn’t soften, didn’t break. It was like he was studying you, trying to figure you out in a way that made your stomach twist.

You couldn’t quite process the words he was saying. It was like a bomb had just dropped, and now everything was in slow motion. His tone was so calm, so detached, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were burning with something you couldn’t name.

And it scared you.

“…What?” You said it more to yourself than to him, your voice faltering slightly. You were completely thrown off. Keegan never acted like this. He was the cool, stoic guy in the corner, the one who didn’t let anything shake him. But right now, the way he was looking at you—confessing like this, with that cold, sharp edge—was unnerving. And yet, strangely… alluring.

He didn’t respond right away, just kept his gaze locked on you like he was daring you to understand, to process the weight of his words. His lips barely twitched at the corners, the faintest trace of a smirk threatening to break through.

The room felt smaller suddenly. Merrick’s voice was muffled, the noise of the team faded away as your focus stayed completely on Keegan. You were frozen in place, unsure how to react, unsure of how to deal with this new side of him.

He didn’t give you much of a chance to recover, though. His coldness was like a wall, but the words he spoke were undeniable, carrying the truth of them in a way that made your chest tighten.

And in that moment, you realized—Keegan wasn’t just being cold. He was being honest. And it wasn’t something you were ready for. Not from him. Not like this.

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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a dull glow on Keegan's room. His head felt heavy, the weight of last night's events still pressing on his chest. He could barely remember what exactly had happened, but the fragments that were coming back to him were enough to make him cringe. Every word, every look, every confession—it was all there. And it was all his fault.

Keegan groaned, running a hand through his messy black hair. His blue eyes, usually sharp and calculated, were tired and heavy from the lack of sleep and the frustration that lingered from his own actions. He could still hear the echo of his words, the way he’d made that stupid confession to you, the way you had looked at him like you’d never seen him before. He hated it.

As if the universe decided to torture him just a bit more, there was a knock at his door. Keegan froze, hoping against hope that it was one of the guys. Anyone but you.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath, not even bothering to mask his irritation. He stood up, rubbed his eyes, and reluctantly made his way to the door. He wasn’t ready to face you—not after what he’d said.

He opened the door, his tired, lazy blue eyes locking onto you. He sighed, turning his head away slightly, hoping you didn’t notice the tension in his face.

"Shit," he muttered again, though this time it was more to himself. "Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?"

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his coldness. Of course, he wasn’t exactly thrilled to see you. Not after what happened. But you weren’t going to let him brush it off that easily.

You crossed your arms, standing your ground. "You know we need to talk, right?"

Keegan sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair again, looking frustrated. "Not now. We’ll talk later, alright?"

But you weren't having any of it. You knew Keegan's cold, distant attitude. He always pushed things off, avoided confrontation. But you weren’t going to let him get away with it this time. You weren’t going to let him just pretend it never happened.

"No, Keegan," you said firmly, your voice softer but still determined. "You will talk about it now. We-oh sorry no, You need to settle this."

Keegan let out a long, exasperated breath, his shoulders slumping as he stepped back, motioning for you to come inside. The look in his eyes was a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. He didn’t want to admit it. Hell, he didn’t even want to face it. But the more he tried to push it away, the more the weight of his actions pressed on him.

"You don't get it," he muttered quietly, his voice losing the sharp edge it usually carried. "I don’t do this..." He shook his head, clearly frustrated with himself. "I don't say things like that."

You stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Keegan didn’t even look at you, his gaze focused on the floor. His walls were coming down, slowly but surely, and he hated it. He hated how vulnerable he was feeling, how human he felt in this moment. It was rare for him to let anyone see this side of him—the side that didn’t have everything under control.

"You didn’t mean it, right?" you said softly, almost as if you were trying to reassure him. But there was a challenge in your voice. "Or did you?"

Keegan’s eyes lifted to you hands on his hips muscle, and for a moment, you saw something in them—a softness, something he didn’t usually show. He didn’t say anything for a long moment. The silence stretched, but then, quietly, he admitted, "I meant it."

It was barely a whisper, but it was enough.

The confession, the vulnerability—he couldn’t hide it anymore.

You stepped closer, your gaze steady but warm. "Keegan..." you said, soft but full of understanding. "You don’t have to be scared of saying it."

His eyes flickered to yours, and for a moment, you saw the wall he’d built around himself crack just a little. The harsh, cold Keegan you knew was still there, but this was him—really him. And in that quiet moment, he finally softened with a scoff, just enough for you to see it.

“Fuck it, I’m not scared,” he replied scoffing at you, his voice rough, but there was a hint of something different in it now. Something real.

And that was all you needed to hear.

You reached out, placing a hand on his chest, him breathing out looking at your hand. "Good. never thought you would get the balls to admit it russ"

He didn’t say anything in response, but the weight that had been pressing on him seemed to ease. The tension in his shoulders relaxed. He may have been a man of few words, but in that moment, the silence between you both spoke louder than anything else.

And for the first time, Keegan didn’t mind it.

Kick:

Kick holds his liquor well. Or at least, he thinks he does.

And he did too much when he gave in.

He is a honest person when he is soer just imagine him when he is drunk.

You were sitting hearing the chit chats, getting in with them.

When you felt someone pulled a chair next to you, it was kick.

You smiled kindly to him then returning back to the conversation turning your head.

He leaned in slightly, his voice low but steady. “I got a secret, Y/N.” He took a long sip of his drink, the way he swallowed hard indicating he was probably trying to brace himself for whatever was coming.

You turning your attention to him smiling, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s that?”

Kick tapped your shoulder with every word he spoke, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “I. Am. In. Love. With. You.”

Your breath caught in your throat. For a second, everything around you seemed to freeze. The bar noise faded into the background, and all you could focus on was Kick. His smile was lazy, like he was saying something casual, but there was something in his eyes that told you this was anything but.

"Like, really in love," he continued, his voice almost playful but with an edge of sincerity that made your chest tighten. "Like, wanna spend the rest of my life with you kinda love. Ain’t that crazy?"

The entire team, unbeknownst to him, was watching from the sidelines, eyes flicking between you and him. You could feel the weight of their gaze, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing in your chest. Your mind was racing, trying to process what Kick had just said. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, the sudden intensity of his words, or the fact that you weren’t expecting any of it—but there you were, completely stunned.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out at first. All you could do was stare at him, your mind blank.

Then, after a beat, you finally managed to find your voice, though it was quieter than usual. “Let me think about it,” you said, your tone more measured, but there was a hint of playfulness in it too.

Without giving him another chance to respond, you stood up and walked away, heading for the exit of the bar. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time, the weight of his confession still lingering in the air.

You left him there, grinning like an idiot god he was so proud of you playing with feelings like thus, but also... kind of hoping he'd do exactly what he always did: chase you.

And for once, you didn't mind that he would.

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The morning light filtered in through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the room. Kick was sprawled on the couch, his head pounding, the aftermath of a night he could barely remember. His eyes slowly fluttered open, the familiar weight of a hangover making everything feel ten times worse.

He groaned and turned his head, trying to adjust to the light, only to find you sitting across the room, looking way too awake for someone who’d been drinking with him the night before. You smiled playfully, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "How things, kick."

He blinked at you, confused for a second. His brain was still foggy from the alcohol, trying to piece together what had happened last night. The words he’d spoken to you—those declarations, the confession—felt like distant echoes in his mind. But as you reached for your phone, the reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks.

You pressed play. to the voice recorder file you have saved.

A sharp, rough voice—the unmistakable tone of Kick—filtered through the speakers. "I. Am. In. Love. With. You." It was followed by the sound of his words growing more passionate, more real, more raw. "Like, really in love. Like, wanna spend the rest of my life with you kinda love."

Kick froze. His face drained of color as the realization of his drunken confession sunk in. Oh shit. He had said all that. And now, you were playing it back to him like it was nothing.

There was a heavy silence between you both as his head throbbed, and all he could do was stare at you. His mind raced, heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and anxiety.

Finally, he sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand. "Shit, Y/N. Sorry I made the first confession this ridiculous," he muttered, looking down at the floor as if it could swallow him up. He had always prided himself on being cool, collected, but now, faced with the fallout of his own words, that image was completely shattered.

You didn’t respond immediately, letting him stew in his own regret for a moment. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, until you finally spoke up.

"I don’t mind it at all..." you said, offering a gentle, reassuring smile. "It wasn’t that bad."

Kick looked up at you, disbelief in his eyes. Was that your reaction? He’d expected you to laugh or make some snide comment. But instead, you were... calm. Maybe even understanding. And it made him feel a little less like a fool.

He leaned back, trying to steady his breathing. "I don’t want to make a joke out of this, Y/N," he said, his voice quieter now, but there was a level of sincerity in it that was rare for Kick. "I respect you too much for that."

There was a moment where his amber eyes softened, his usual cocky demeanor slipping away. His shoulders sagged, as if he was finally letting his guard down. "Look... I said all that last night, and I meant it. But maybe I said it wrong... or, I dunno, too loudly. But it was the truth."

You could see it—the shift. Kick wasn’t just the guy who liked to joke around, to keep things light. In that moment, he was real with you. And you could tell he was waiting, hoping for an answer, no matter how scared he was of what it might be.

You watched him carefully, your mind processing his words. You could feel the weight of the confession, his vulnerability. He wasn’t just trying to win you over with jokes anymore. He was being honest, and he was asking for something that took guts.

And just like that, you knew how you felt. You weren’t about to make him wait any longer. You smiled softly, a look of understanding and affection in your eyes.

"I think you were just too drunk to say it any other way," you said, your voice light but genuine, teasing just enough to break the tension.

Kick blinked at you, clearly relieved that you weren’t going to make this awkward for him. He let out a small, amused laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, maybe. But now that I’m sober... I meant every damn word."

There was no more joking, no more avoiding the truth. This time, you could see the real Kick, the one who wasn’t afraid to admit when he felt something. And it was all out in the open now. You didn’t need him to say anything else. You knew the answer to his question.

"I think..." you paused, eyes meeting his. "I think you’re not as bad as you make yourself out to be."

He laughed again, this time with a little more warmth. "Well, guess that’s something, huh?"

And in that moment, Kick felt like maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

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Relationship Alphabet series with Cod ghosts!

Logan walker

✧ Pairing: Romantic. ✧ Genre: Fluff.

✧ Warnings: Light NSFW, and mention of NSFW content MDNI

A – Affection

Logan isn’t the most outwardly affectionate person, but when he loves, he loves hard. His touches are subtle but deeply meaningful—hand on your lower back as you walk, fingers grazing yours before he holds your hand, a quick squeeze on your thigh when you sit next to him.

His favorite form of affection? Forehead touches. It’s his way of grounding himself, closing his eyes for a second, and just feeling you there. After a long mission, expect him to just press his forehead to yours and sigh, finally allowing himself to relax.

Light NSFW: Logan’s brand of affection can turn intense fast. It starts with lazy kisses, slow and teasing, before his hands move—gripping your waist, pulling you closer, letting you feel just how much he missed you. He loves dragging his lips down your jaw, murmuring "Mine." against your skin.

B – Boundaries

Logan has firm boundaries, but it’s mostly because of his lifestyle. He’s trained himself to keep emotions in check during missions, and he doesn’t always talk about the things he’s been through.

However, he respects boundaries just as much as he sets them. If you need space, he gives it without question. He might not always know the right words to comfort you, but he’s always there. Sitting beside you in silence, a steady presence.

Light NSFW: While Logan is pretty private, he does have one rule—when he’s in the moment, it’s just the two of you. He hates distractions, hates anything pulling his focus away from you. If you try to tease him with a playful comment while he’s all over you? His grip tightens. "Eyes on me, sweetheart."

C – Communication

Logan isn’t a talker, but he listens better than anyone. He picks up on your emotions before you even say a word, adjusting himself accordingly—if you’re stressed, he’s pulling you into his arms; if you’re mad, he’s giving you space before asking "Wanna talk about it?"

That being said, getting Logan to talk about his own feelings is like pulling teeth. He’d rather show you than say it. When he does open up, it’s usually at night, in the dark, when it’s just the two of you and there’s no pressure.

Light NSFW: Logan doesn’t talk much during intimate moments, but when he does? It’s deep, raspy, and straight to the point. He’s all about action, letting his hands and lips speak for him—but every once in a while, you’ll get a low, "You feel so damn good, baby." whispered against your skin.

D – Devotion

Logan is unshakably devoted. Once you have him, you have him. There’s no half-measures—he’s all in, fiercely protective, always looking out for you even when you don’t realize it.

If you ever doubt his feelings, just look at his actions. He’s the guy who remembers the little things—how you like your coffee, your favorite songs, the exact way you like to be held when you’re upset.

Light NSFW: His devotion carries over into the bedroom. Logan isn’t selfish—he’s focused on you, taking his time, memorizing every reaction. He takes pride in knowing exactly what makes you shudder under his touch, whispering, "Let me take care of you."

E – Empathy

Logan might be quiet, but he feels things deeply. He understands pain, loss, and the weight of things left unsaid. It’s why he’s so gentle with you, even if he’s rough with the rest of the world.

He can tell when you’re holding back emotions, and while he won’t push, he’ll make sure you know he’s there. If you’re upset, he won’t flood you with questions—he’ll just sit beside you, wrap an arm around you, and let you lean into him.

Light NSFW: Logan is in tune with your body. He’s perceptive, catching every little hitch in your breath, every tremble. He watches, listens, adjusts—making sure you’re enjoying every second. And if you’re feeling particularly vulnerable? He’ll slow down, pressing his forehead to yours and murmuring, "I got you, baby."

F – Forgiveness

Logan doesn’t hold grudges, but he doesn’t forget either. If you hurt him, he needs time. He won’t lash out, but he’ll go quiet, processing everything internally.

That being said, he doesn’t stay mad forever. He knows nobody’s perfect, and as long as you’re honest with him, he’ll always work things out. He’s not the type to bring up old arguments—once he forgives, it’s done.

Light NSFW: If you’ve had an argument but made up, Logan’s version of making up is intense. He doesn’t say much—he just pulls you in, kisses you like he’s making up for lost time, and reminds you exactly how much you mean to him without a single word.

G – Growth

Logan isn’t the same man he was before he met you. He’s spent so much of his life as a soldier—his purpose was always about the mission, never about himself. But with you? He’s learned how to live, not just survive.

It takes him a while to open up, to let himself be vulnerable, but he does it because of you. You push him in all the right ways, and he silently thanks you for it every day.

Light NSFW: Logan used to think intimacy was just about physical connection, but he’s learned there’s so much more to it. He grows with you—learning what you like, adjusting, making sure that every time feels better than the last. "Tell me what you need, baby." he murmurs, fingers tracing slow patterns on your skin.

H – Honesty

Logan is a terrible liar. He doesn’t sugarcoat things, doesn’t play games—if he says something, he means it. If he doesn’t like something, he won’t pretend otherwise.

But when it comes to emotions? That’s different. He struggles to express them, to admit when he’s feeling off. He’s still learning that it’s okay to talk about the things weighing on his mind—but with you, he’s trying.

Light NSFW: Logan is honest about what he wants. He’s not one for flowery words or elaborate speeches, but when he looks at you with half gazed eyes and says, "Need you right now." you know he means it.

I – Intimacy

For Logan, intimacy isn’t just about physical closeness—it’s about trust. He shows his love in quiet ways: resting his head in your lap after a long day, tracing slow circles on your skin as you lay beside him, whispering your name in the dead of night.

There’s something sacred about being close to you, something grounding. It’s the only time he can truly let his guard down.

Light NSFW: Logan doesn’t rush intimacy. He takes his time, savoring every reaction, every whispered breath. He watches you more than anything, memorizing the way your body moves under his touch. Intimacy with Logan isn’t just physical—it’s a promise.

J – Joy

Happiness sneaks up on Logan when he’s with you. It’s in the little things—the way you laugh at his deadpan jokes, the way you reach for his hand absentmindedly, the way your presence makes the world feel a little less heavy.

His joy is quiet but deep. It’s in the rare moments where he smiles, where he presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters, "Didn’t think I could have this."

Light NSFW: Logan’s joy in intimacy comes from you—watching your reactions, feeling your body relax under him, knowing that he’s the reason for your pleasure. He finds an almost smug satisfaction in pulling soft gasps from your lips, murmuring, "That’s it, baby. Let go."

K – Kindness

Logan isn’t overly affectionate, but his kindness speaks through his actions. He doesn’t always say "I love you," but you can see it in the way he makes sure you eat, the way he tucks a blanket around you when you fall asleep, the way he holds your hand just a little tighter when he feels like something’s wrong.

He’s gentle with you in a way he isn’t with anyone else. The world has hardened him, but with you? He softens—just a little.

Light NSFW: Even when he’s rough, there’s a tenderness in the way Logan touches you. He never takes more than you’re willing to give, never pushes too far. His kindness carries into every intimate moment—checking in, making sure you feel safe, whispering reassurance between kisses.

L – Love

Logan loves deeply, completely, permanently. He doesn’t fall easily, but when he does, it’s all or nothing.

His love is loyalty—standing by your side through everything. His love is trust—letting you see parts of him no one else gets to. His love is forever—even if he doesn’t always say the words, you know.

Light NSFW: Love with Logan is slow, deliberate, consuming. He doesn’t just want you—he wants every part of you, every sigh, every whispered moan, every ounce of trust. "Be mine, please..." he murmurs against your lips, not as a demand, but as a promise.

M – Memories

Logan holds onto memories like old photographs—silent, but deeply treasured. He’s not the type to talk much about the past, but he remembers everything.

The first time you made him laugh so hard he had to look away. The way your eyes lit up when he gave you something small but meaningful. The moment he realized he was in love with you, staring at you when you weren’t looking, thinking, God, I’m in trouble.

Light NSFW: Some of his favorite memories? The way you whispered his name in the dark, breathless and wanting. The look in your eyes when he had you pinned beneath him. The way you fell asleep tangled in him, completely trusting. Those memories replay in his mind more than he’d ever admit.

N – Nurturing

Logan might not be overly affectionate, but he takes care of you in ways you don’t always notice. He makes sure you eat, gets you water without you asking, pulls you against him when he feels you shiver.

If you’re sick or hurt, he’s silently hovering—doesn’t fuss, doesn’t baby you, but he’s right there. Holding your hand, rubbing slow circles into your back, making sure you feel safe.

Light NSFW: Nurturing carries over into intimacy—Logan takes his time, always attuned to what you need. If you’re stressed, he makes it slow and comforting. If you’re aching for him, he meets you where you are. He reads you like a book, and he’s always willing to give.

O – Openness

It takes Logan a long time to open up. Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he’s spent his whole life keeping things locked away.

But the more he loves you, the more he tries. He won’t always have the words, but he’ll show you in the way he grips your hand just a little tighter, in the way he pulls you close at night, in the way he whispers a quiet "Don’t go anywhere, okay?" when he’s half-asleep.

Light NSFW: Openness is harder for him here—he's used to staying in control. But when he lets go, when he trusts you completely? It’s different. He tells you what he wants, tells you how good you make him feel. And if you ever whisper something soft and intimate in return, he’ll never forget it.

P – Patience

Logan is patient, but in a quiet way. He doesn’t rush things, doesn’t push—you take your time with him, and he lets you.

If you’re upset, he doesn’t demand answers. He waits. If you’re struggling, he doesn’t offer empty words—he shows you he’s there, steady and unwavering.

Light NSFW: His patience extends into intimacy—he takes his time, savoring every little reaction, every sound you make. He’s in no hurry. He’ll tease, pull back, make you beg if he wants to—because Logan knows that waiting makes everything that much better.

Q – Quality time

Logan isn’t big on grand gestures—his love is in the small moments. Sitting on the couch in silence, driving in comfortable quiet, watching you sleep just because he likes the way you breathe next to him.

He prefers one-on-one time over anything else. No distractions, just you and him. That’s when he feels most at peace.

Light NSFW: Logan likes to take his time. Quality time in intimacy means making every second count—pulling you onto his lap, tracing slow patterns on your back, watching you with darkened eyes. He’s not the type to rush—he wants to enjoy every single second of you.

R – Respect

Logan respects everything about you—your choices, your independence, your emotions. He might be protective, but he never tries to control you. If you say no to something, he listens.

If someone else disrespects you? That’s a different story. Logan doesn’t yell, doesn’t make a scene—but there’s something dangerous in the way his jaw tightens, in the way he stands just a little taller.

Light NSFW: Respect carries over into the bedroom. He doesn’t assume, doesn’t take—he asks, listens, watches. Your pleasure matters just as much as his, and he never crosses a line. "Tell me if you want me to stop." he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your skin.

S – Support

Logan isn’t great with words, but his support is unwavering. If you have a goal, he’s right there—helping, encouraging, believing in you more than you believe in yourself.

If you ever break down, he doesn’t panic—he just holds you. No forced words, no pressure—just quiet, solid support.

Light NSFW: Support, for him, is about giving. He’s focused on you, making sure you feel wanted, cherished, taken care of. He watches your every reaction, adjusting, always making sure you’re taken care of first.

T – Trust

Logan doesn’t trust easily—but when he does, it’s forever. He doesn’t just let anyone in, doesn’t just rely on people, but with you? He does. He trusts you with his fears, his love, his life. He might not say it out loud, but he proves it every single day. Light NSFW: Trust in intimacy means complete surrender. Letting you see every inch of him, letting you touch him in ways no one else has. And if he ever whispers, "I trust you." in the middle of everything—you know just how much it means.

U – Understanding

Logan might be quiet, but he’s deeply observant. He picks up on the little things—your moods, your small habits, the things you don’t say out loud.

He understands when you need space, when you need comfort, when you just need to sit in silence together. If you’re struggling, he won’t push—but he’ll be there.

If you ever argue, he doesn’t get defensive or angry—he listens. He might not be the best with words, but he’ll try to see things from your side. "I get it," he’ll say, voice low but sincere. "I’ll do better." And he means it.

Light NSFW: Logan understands your needs without you having to say much. He watches, he listens, he feels. He knows when to take things slow, when to be rough, when to hold back. If something doesn’t feel right, he stops immediately—because at the end of the day, your comfort matters most.

V – Vulnerability

Logan doesn’t let people in easily. He’s spent too long keeping things bottled up, carrying burdens on his own.

But with you? It’s different.

You see the parts of him no one else does—the quiet fears, the sleepless nights, the weight he carries. He won’t cry in front of most people, but with you, he might. And if he does, he trusts you enough to let it happen.

"I don’t… talk about this stuff," he mutters one night, staring at the ceiling, your fingers tracing slow circles on his chest. "But I want you to know."

Light NSFW: Vulnerability in intimacy means trusting you completely. Letting his guard down, letting you see him undone. He’s used to being in control, but when he trusts you enough to surrender—to let you take the lead, to let himself be soft—that’s when you know how deep his love runs.

W – Warmth

Logan isn’t openly affectionate in public, but when it’s just the two of you? God, he’s warm.

He’s a silent protector—pulling you against him without a word, tucking you beneath his chin, resting a hand on your back whenever he walks past. He’s not one for grand romantic gestures, but the way he holds you, the way he breathes a little easier when you’re close—that’s love.

If you ever shiver, he’s already pulling you into his jacket. If you’re sad, he presses a slow kiss to the top of your head, lingering, silent, but solid.

Light NSFW: His warmth in intimacy is overwhelming. He’s all-consuming, pressing into you, heat radiating from his skin. Even after everything, he doesn’t let you go right away—he stays close, fingers lazily tracing your back, murmuring soft, unspoken affections against your skin.

X – XO (hugs & kisses)

Logan’s kisses are slow, deep, meaningful. He doesn’t rush them, doesn’t take them for granted. If he kisses you, he means it.

He loves forehead kisses—a silent I’m here. He kisses your knuckles without thinking, absentminded and affectionate. He pulls you close by your waist, pressing his lips against your temple after a long day.

Hugs? He holds you like he’ll never let go. Strong arms wrapped around you, solid and steady. He buries his face in your neck sometimes, just breathing you in. And if he’s been away for too long? He’ll pull you into him, grip tight, heartbeat steadying against yours.

Light NSFW: His kisses become desperate when he’s craving you. Rough, deep, needy. He kisses like he’s starving for you, like he can’t get close enough. And when he finally pulls away, lips slightly swollen, eyes dark? God help you.

Y – Yearning

Logan isn’t dramatic about his feelings, but God, does he miss you when you’re not around.

He won’t say it outright, but it’s in the way he keeps checking his phone, the way his fingers twitch when you’re not there to hold them. The way he breathes just a little deeper when he finally sees you again.

He doesn’t send long texts, but he’ll send things like: "You okay?" "Miss you." "Be home soon."

And when he finally is home? The first thing he does is find you.

Light NSFW: The longer he’s away, the more desperate he is when he returns. He doesn’t even bother with words—he just grabs you, pulls you in, takes what he’s been missing. There’s a hunger in him, a need that only you can satisfy.

Z – Zeal

Logan’s love isn’t loud or flashy—but it’s fierce.

He loves fully, deeply, endlessly. When he’s with you, there’s no hesitation—he’s all in. He shows his love in every little action, in every glance, in every quiet, steady presence.

If someone ever tries to hurt you? God help them. Logan doesn’t lose his temper often, but when it comes to you? He doesn’t hold back.

And when he tells you he loves you? It’s forever.

Light NSFW: His passion in intimacy is undeniable. He wants you, adores you, worships you. He doesn’t just go through the motions—he’s dedicated to you, body and soul. Every touch, every kiss, every breath—it’s all for you.

Because Logan Walker? He doesn’t love halfway.

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I'VE BECOME SO NUMB I CANT FEEL YOU THERE

Imagine (seperated hcs and story for both of logan and hesh) wanting to date s/o and wanna tell elias about it since he trained them hard with discipline, then them thinking he my not like it or thinking they are slacking in their life, but it turns out elias actually knew they like S/O and he is totally supporting them

(Sorry im really bad at english but i don't mean elias is a bad or controller father😭😭)

I get u! I liked this ksjvauvhapreiu, They think he’ll be strict, but he surprises them

anon: also they are talking about Fem reader!

Logan Walker

Logan is not scared of much, but telling Elias that he wants to date you? That makes his stomach twist.

He knows Elias trained them hard, expected nothing but discipline, and he doesn’t want him to think he’s losing focus.

He overthinks it for days, wondering if Elias will think it’s a bad idea.

Hesh notices. One day, he just gives Logan a flat look and says, "You’re acting weird. Just tell him."

Logan finally works up the nerve but doesn’t know how to start the conversation.

So logan heads up to elias, Telling hime he wanna talks about something important.

The campfire crackled in the quiet night, faint embers floating up into the cold air. Elias sat across from Logan, arms crossed, watching him with that unreadable expression— actually waiting for him to speak something. Logan cleared his throat, gripping the beer in his hands a little too tight.

"So," Elias finally spoke, giving a simple smile. "You gonna tell me what’s got you looking like you just stepped on a landmine?"

Logan exhaled slowly. This was it.

"I… I wanna date someone," he said, voice steady despite the way his fingers fidgeted.

Elias arched an eyebrow, can't help but his smile widened a bit. "Oh?"

Logan hesitated, searching for the right words. "It’s not just anyone. It’s—It’s Y/N."

The silence stretched for a second. Logan braced himself for any kind of disappointing lecture that elias may give to him, for Elias to tell him that he needed to focus, that this wasn’t the time for distractions. But then—Elias chuckled.

Not a mocking one. A warm, knowing one.

"Logan, son… I was wondering when one of you boys would finally admit it."

Logan blinked. "What?"

Elias leaned back, shaking his head with amusement. "I’m not blind. I saw the way you look at ‘em...." Elias let out a sigh holding his beer "’s the same damn way I used to look at your mother."

Logan swallowed. He hadn’t expected this. Not this easy acceptance, or the mention of their mother.

"You… you don’t think it’s a bad idea?"

"A bad idea?" Elias scoffed. "Logan, if there’s one thing I regret, it’s not telling your mother sooner that I loved her... I fought it for a long time. Thought I had more time. But war doesn’t wait for love, son. You grab it when you can."

For the first time that night, Logan let out the breath he had been holding.

"So… you’re okay with it?"

Elias grinned, reaching over to clap a heavy hand on Logan’s shoulder. "Hell yeah, I am. Just don’t be a damn coward about it, yeah?"

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. He should’ve known Elias would see right through him.

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Hesh walker

Same as logan, he never opened up with elias about his emotions.

Having hard times to get to the point but then he got it!.

He runs through a million worst-case scenarios in his head.

What if Dad thinks I’m not taking training seriously?

What if he thinks I'm slacking?

Of course he is gonna say yes but what if he feels kinda disappointed?

He practices how to bring it up but it always sounds dumb in his head.

He finally tells Elias when Logan gets tired of his whining and tells him to just do it already.

"Okay, okay, but what if he doesn't like it?"

Logan gave him a flat look. "Then what, he grounds you?"

Hesh groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Man, I don’t know! I just—I respect Dad, y’know? And if he thinks this is a bad idea, then—"

Logan cutting him off, deadpan "Then you’ll be a grown ass man crying in his room. Got it. Just go talk to him."

So he did. Well. Kind of.

It took another hour of pacing outside Elias’ office, logan swore that if he hadn't respected hesh he would have thrown him in the office and get done with it already, Then hesh finally knocked and walked in.

Elias glanced up, seeing Hesh standing there with his usual energy—but there was something underneath it.

"Something you need, son?"

Hesh shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh… yeah. So. Funny thing—" He broke with a very short chuckle.

Elias waited with a bit frowning eyebrows. Hesh cleared his throat.

"I’m, uh. I’m dating Y/N"

Silence.

Hesh Looked at everything but elias pretending he hadn't said anything.

Then—Elias just laughed.

Hesh blinked. "…Wait, what?"

Elias leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, still smiling. "Son, I’ve known that since the second you started looking at her like she put the stars in the damn sky."

Hesh’s face went red feeling the heat. "Hey now dad..."

"Oh, you do. You got my heart, Hesh. Wear it all over your face."

That shut him up. Elias softened a little, voice lowering.

"Your mother was the best thing that ever happened to me. Kept me grounded. Reminded me there was more to life than just war."

Hesh swallowed hard. Elias let out a breath, watching his son for a moment before nodding.

"Come on now...I had you in this life when i was only 23, you're 28 man up!"

Hesh wasn’t expecting that level of support, but something about it made his chest feel lighter. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and grinned.

"Man, I was so ready to start doing push-ups on command."

Elias chuckled. "Well, since you brought it up—"

"Nope, I'm leaving." Elias laughed as Hesh bolted out the door.

And as Hesh walked away, he realized—he didn’t just get his father’s approval.

He got his blessing.

What if i wanna tell yall that.

I don't mean he is a villian but he is dangerous.

HEAR ME OUT

A GOOD GHOSTS ENDING

where fed! logan! gets back to his nature and fight rorke😏!

I'v always thought abt this! when i started writing dual minds, single heart! but i felt ehh...no....

That's why i wrote this It's kind of not really satisfying fic? but i let out all of my angst lol.

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Imo this game is kinda hard and puzzled to write this level of good ending!

Linkin park is so logan. bye.

Take care of ur keeds

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

them as dads [requested!]

this has been like 2 months in my drafts💀

characters: Logan walker, David hesh walker, Keegan p. russ, Thomas A. merrick, Kick

notes: fluffy asf, you decide what is the gender of the baby, k/n refers to "kid name"

summary: They’ve survived war, impossible odds, and the weight of their pasts. But nothing could have prepared them for fatherhood.

They’ve faced life-or-death missions, impossible odds, and the weight of war. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared them for this moment, no this is not a new level this is a new life for them.

ok but before we start you gotta choose your baby a boy or a girl!😍

Logan walker:

Before the baby was born, he was nervous. Didn’t think he’d be a good dad. But the second he held them? Game over.

The first time he holds your newborn, he just stares for a long time, completely still. He’s never been one to show big emotions, but his eyes say everything—pure love, He was afraid to lift them up a bit to his lips and peck their forehead :(

He gets up for late-night feedings without a word. One night, you wake up and find him in the rocking chair, gently swaying with the baby on his chest, "You can put them back in the crib, babe." you said Resting your hand on his shoulder which he shrugged with a smile "They’re fine here." (Translation: I don’t want to move them.)

Whenever the baby grabs his finger in their tiny hands, he just stares at them in awe, as if he still can’t believe they’re real.

The baby loves the sound of his heartbeat. Anytime they’re fussy, he just lays them on his chest, and boom—instant calm.

He may not be the most expressive, but if he ever catches you and the baby sleeping together, he just watches for a moment, quietly smiling to himself, thinking how he got here.

His kid starts crying, and Logan, despite being tired, doesn't hesitate. He picks them up carefully, rocking them slowly back and forth.

“Hey, it’s okay. Dad’s here…”

There’s something about holding his baby that makes the world feel quieter. It's the kind of calm Logan has rarely experienced in his life.

Feeding Time: Logan’s the type to make sure everything is perfect when it’s time for a meal. He’s the dad who prepares the food and is very particular about making sure the spoon isn’t too hot.

Logan’s Thought “I’m not sure if I’m doing this right. Why does this seem so complicated?”

You’re both sitting on the couch, and Logan is holding the baby bottle with one hand, awkwardly trying to get your little one to latch on. He’s focused, quiet, but there’s a softness in his eyes.

Logan: “You’re safe. Everything’s good. Just eat, little one.”

You smile softly from the side, watching as Logan’s usual stoic expression softens when the baby starts drinking. His hands are careful, his movements slow and gentle.

Smilingsoftly to you “I never thought I’d be doing this.”

You laugh quietly. “You’re doing great.”

with a small smirk “Yeah, well, I’ve got a lot to learn.”

Teaching to Talk:

You and Logan are sitting on the floor with the baby in front of you both. They’re about six months old, staring at your lips as you encourage them to say their first words.

Logan has a faint smile on his face as he watches the baby’s little hands reach for your lips.

With patient “Say ‘mama.’ Can you say ‘mama’?”The baby coos and gurgles, but no words.

Logan watches, nodding in agreement.

Then the gentle tone of logan “Come on, kid. You can do it. Say ‘dada.’” The baby makes a tiny noise, which could almost be construed as ‘dada.’ Logan looks over at you, grinning.

“Dada. That’s my boy/girl.” him saying proudly.

“It’s hard to believe they’re growing up this fast.”

The baby is starting to take their first steps, and you and Logan are ready for it. He watches intently, waiting to catch them if they stumble.

You with excited tone “Come on, sweetie! You’ve got this.”

Logan gently sets the baby on their feet, keeping a steady hand just in case. The baby takes a shaky step, then another. Logan grins.

Logan encouraging his little one “Good job, kiddo. Keep going. Just like that.”

You’re both so proud, and Logan’s eyes soften with that familiar protectiveness.

He muttered quietly to you “They’re already making progress. It feels like just yesterday they were in my arms so small.”

He’s not a man of many words, but his actions speak louder than anything.

You catch him lying on the couch, your toddler sprawled across his chest, both of them fast asleep. He stirs a little when you take a picture but doesn’t wake up.

He loves watching you and your child interact. There’s a quiet fondness in his eyes whenever he sees you both laughing together.

Logan isn’t the loud, over-the-top dad—he’s the one who’s always there. Present, patient, protective in ways that don’t always need words.

When his toddler wakes up crying at night, Logan doesn’t rush—he just picks them up, rubs their back, and hums softly until they calm down.

Has a habit of resting his chin on top of his kid’s head when he hugs them. It’s a subtle, grounding thing for him.

His toddler steals his mask and waddles around in it, dragging his vest behind them.

“Look, Daddy! I’m you!”

Logan just smirks, ruffles their hair, and mutters, “Not yet, kid.”

The quiet but super protective dad.

Probably the "cool" parent who lets his kids stay up a little longer if they beg enough.

If his kid gets scared at night, he doesn’t say much—just picks them up and lets them sleep on his chest.

David "hesh" walker:

He was already excited. that's it.

The first time he holds the baby, he grins so hard it looks like his face might break. "hey Look at them!" He said with his warm, dripping tone looking at them PROUDLY, "Who ever thought..."

He insists on “introducing” the baby to everything in the house, Hesh, holding the baby up like Simba“And this... is the couch. You’re gonna spit up on it a lot.” You lost your heart already at this sight "Oh my god david not like this!!"

Hesh is the kind of dad who’ll talk to his baby like they’re already understanding him, often teasing them in a playful way.

That's why his baby start talking early and understanding cuz hesh is talking to them like normal human.

He talks to them as if they understand every word. “You’re a good kid. I promise, I’ll be here when you need me.”

Sometimes, when the baby cries and you’re exhausted, he gets in with his smile a proud one, acting like a hero who will solve problems—“Don’t worry, I got this.” while holding your shoulder, then proceeds to rock them while pacing around the room, yep. he needs your help.

Whenever the baby falls asleep in his arms, he refuses to move. “I don’t care if my arm falls off, I’m not waking them up!.”

He can't help but wondering if he do what elias used to do with him and logan from raising and taking care of.

Feeding Time: Hesh has absolutely no chill when it comes to feeding. He tries to get the baby to eat everything, like he was crushing the cookies and put them in a spoon like a cereal because why not.

You’re both in the kitchen, and Hesh is trying to feed the baby their first solid food. He’s a little nervous but tries to hide it.

“C’mon, little one, let’s get some food in you. You gotta grow big and strong like your old man.”

The baby makes a funny face, unsure of the new taste, but Hesh is laughing.

“Yeah, I know. It’s a bit weird at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

You stand beside him, holding the baby’s bib in place.

“I think you’re doing just fine.”

“Better than I expected, that’s for sure.”

Teaching to Talk: When the baby starts saying their first words, Hesh loves it. Every new word is a reason for a celebration.

You and Hesh are sitting on the floor, the baby in front of you both. Hesh is trying to get the baby to say their first word, clearly determined to be “dada.”

Hesh being the cheerleader “Say ‘dada,’ come on, you can do it.”

The baby babbles, but no word comes out. Hesh smiles, patient.

“It’ll come, don’t worry. First word’s gotta be ‘dada.’”

You chuckled at him “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Hesh with a faint smile “Alright, we’ll see who they say first.”

You and Hesh are in the living room, baby on the floor, trying to get them to walk. Hesh gently places his hands under the baby’s arms and lifts them to their feet.

The baby stumbles but starts taking a few shaky steps toward you. Hesh watches in awe.

And he was so damn proud about it“That’s my kid. You got it.”

“They’re definitely taking after you.”Hesh smiles and chuckles softly.

“Let’s hope they don’t end up as clumsy as me.” way to go hesh...

Hesh is the “fun dad”—the one who hypes up his kid like they’re a superstar.

Every little thing they do? He’s cheering for them so softly and warming it's like he showed the most deserved man to be a dad. "hey look at that throw! that's my kid!"

Discipline? Struggles with it because he hates seeing his kid upset, but he’s firm when needed.

If his kid ever has a bad day, he immediately finds a way to cheer them up—ice cream, movie night, or just roughhousing in the backyard.

Protective? Absolutely. If anyone messes with his kid? That Walker temper shows real fast.

He tries to teach his kid how to trash talk during a game.

“Okay, k/n, say this—‘Nice try, better luck next time!’”

Later, his toddler absolutely DESTROYS another kid in a game and yells, “YOU SUCK, GET BETTER!”

“NONONO—THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT.”

Then he keeps tricking the baby not to say any bad words in front of you

The fun and affectionate dad

He’s the dad who calls out, “Where’s my little champ?!” when he comes home, just to hear the sound of tiny feet running toward him.

Keegan p. russ:

u i a io ui ii io (srry just preparing)

The moment he holds the baby, he freezes. He’s seen combat, survived impossible missions—but this tiny, fragile little human? Terrifying.

How do I even do this? He’s more comfortable with missions, with strategy—but a tiny human?

He holds the baby awkwardly at first, but once they latch onto his finger, he feels an overwhelming rush of emotion.

He’s super careful with them, holding them like they’re made of glass. “Are you sure I’m doing this right?”

The first time they grab his finger, his breath catches in his throat. He doesn’t say anything, but later, you find him staring at his hand, like he’s still processing it.

When he thinks no one’s watching, he talks to them in the softest voice. “You got your mom’s nose, huh? Lucky you.”

You catch him pacing the room at 3 AM, whispering to the baby while rocking them. “You really don’t need to cry this much, y’know?” In the most soothing way ever.

The first time your kid falls asleep on his lap, he doesn’t move for two hours. You find him just sitting there, hand resting gently on their back.

Feeding Time: Keegan is super chill about feeding, but he’s the first one to notice when the baby is definitely not eating, he once decided to let you asleep and takes the responsibility to feed the baby.

“Did you feed them yet?” you entering the kitchen to find keegan has already finished

Him sitting on a chait arms on his chest eyes closed“Yeah, but they just threw it on the floor. Like I said, it’s not my problem.” yep it is not his problem to clean the floor.

He’ll sit down, grab the baby’s hand gently, and show them how to hold the spoon properly, though he’s secretly a little proud of how fast they’re learning.

He grins at the baby “Yeah, you’re gonna be a pro at this in no time. Just don’t use the floor as your plate, alright?”

Teaching to Talk: Keegan doesn’t push the baby too hard, but he’s got his moments when he tries to teach them.

You and Keegan are sitting on the floor with the baby, encouraging them to say their first words. Keegan keeps repeating "dada," trying to get them to say it.

“C’mon, say ‘dada.’ You can do it.”

The baby coos, but no word yet. Keegan patiently tries again.

“Say ‘dada,’ kid. It’s easy.”

You watch him with a soft smile, noticing how calm he is with the baby.

The baby’s trying to stand, and Keegan’s holding their hands, guiding them. He’s firm but gentle, watching every little move.

“Alright, you got this. Just take a step.”

The baby stumbles, but Keegan catches them immediately. He grins, a little proud of the first attempt.

“Hey, no rush. You’ll get it. Just take your time.”

You catch him later in the corner of the room, quietly cheering them on as they take their first steps towards him. “That’s my kid.” lifting them up and giving them a soft kiss on the cheek

Keegan never thought he’d be a dad. The idea terrified him.

But the first time he holds his baby? That’s it. He’s gone. They’re his entire world.

Tries to be the “cool, quiet” dad, but his kid completely shatters that image. They tug on his sleeves, climb on him, and drag him into their little adventures.

Affection? He’s not the best with words, but he shows love through actions—fixing broken toys, remembering small details, being the first one awake to comfort them after a nightmare.

Yeah like this man won't sleep the minute the kis sleeps no, He will wait like 2 or 3 hours like in case they wake up or something.

Discipline? His kid rarely misbehaves because Keegan’s quiet disappointment is worse than any punishment.

Secretly loves it when his kid falls asleep on him. Won’t move for hours if it means they stay comfortable.

“Daddy, can you braid my hair?” (if the kid is a girl)

“I don’t know how.”

Cue Keegan watching hair-braiding tutorials at 2 AM.

When your kid is scared, he doesn’t baby them but reassures them calmly. “Nothing’s gonna get you. I’m right here.” It always works.

If his kid is climbing something? Keegan is already behind them, hands out, ready to catch them.

If they look sad? He just hands them their favorite snack or cookies that you told not to eat after dinner he just want the kid to pass this.

Teaches them how to be quiet but dangerous.“Dad, I snuck up on you!”

Keegan, who knew they were there the whole time watching TV “Yeah. Sure you did.”

Awkward with affection. But his kid doesn’t care—they just climb into his lap, hug him, and refuse to let go.He sighs like he’s annoyed, but he’s not. Not even a little.

If His kid is too much like him, like being quite and never says anything

"Talk to me, kid."

"I'm fine, dad."

"...Damn it." turn his head, thinking this is a curse for his kid to be so silent about his problems like him.

Thomas A. merrick:

The second he holds them, he just exhales slowly, and you can tell he’s completely smitten.

Quietly devoted, strong, and calm. Merrick is the kind of dad who can be serious and focused but always has a gentle, protective side when it comes to his baby.

He’s a man of action, but when the baby is placed in his arms, it’s the one thing that makes him stop and reflect.

the baby gets fussy, he hums—deep, soothing tones that somehow work like magic.He’s super patient with late-night wake-ups. If you’re exhausted, he tells you, “Go back to sleep. I got ‘em.” when he’s holding them, he just looks at you and shakes his head with a smile. “We made a good one.”

Loves doing skin-to-skin contact, just resting the baby on his chest while he leans back on the couch. They always fall asleep that way.

Merrick wakes up early, always making sure to prepare the baby’s things before he go to work. He’s very organized, almost too much at times. But he’ll never complain about the work—it’s just part of his commitment to his family.

Lowkey has a soft spot for baby giggles. The second they start laughing, he’s doing whatever it takes to keep them going.

Feeding Time: Merrick’s the dad who always has a backup plan for everything, and feeding is no different. He’ll get the baby to try new foods—anything to expand their palate.

“Come on, just one bite. You’re gonna love it.”

“I don’t think they’ll like that.”

“Watch me. They just don’t know it yet.”

The baby eats the food with minimal protest.

You impressed raising your both hands in kind of giving up: “Okay, maybe you were right.”

Smirking “I know what I’m doing baby.”

Teaching to Talk:

He might not be the most talkative when it comes to baby talk, but there’s something about him holding his baby that feels solid, reassuring. Merrick is very methodical when teaching the baby to speak. He’s patient and will repeat words several times.

Repeating “dada” in a quiet, patient voice. He’s not one for a lot of baby talk, but he’s genuinely trying to help the baby learn.

“Say ‘dada.’ You can do it.”

The baby responds with some babbling, but no words yet.

“That’s alright. You’ll get it.”

Merrick is super strong, so when he holds the baby, it’s like the safest place in the world. You’ll sometimes catch him gently swaying as if he’s thinking, even though the baby is happily asleep in his arms.

If your child gets hurt, he goes into full military medic mode. “It’s just a scratch, but we’re gonna clean it up properly. Hold still.”

The type to instinctively catch his kid if they trip—even if he’s across the room

“How did you do that?”

shrugs “Reflex.”

Merrick was born to be a dad. Calm, wise, Tough and just has his life together.

The most prepared father ever. Has the diaper bag fully stocked, extra blankets on hand, and somehow already knows how to swaddle perfectly.

Secretly super soft when it comes to you. He gives your child little forehead kisses, but when you tease him about it, he just grumbles, “Don’t start.”

The ultimate “dad mode” parent—commands respect but is also super caring.

Would absolutely destroy anyone who hurts his child, no hesitation.

His presence alone is comforting—his kid always runs to him.

Encouraging but firm. Pushes his kid to be their best, but never pressures them.

The type of dad who teaches them life skills early—how to tie knots, how to fix things, how to navigate. (ofc he won't force them)

Biggest cheerleader. If his kid ever doubts themselves, Merrick reminds them exactly what they’re capable of.

His kid tries to get away with swearing.

Merrick just stares at them not in a scary way or something“You wanna try that again kiddo?”

Instant regret. “Uh… fudge?”

“That’s what I thought.”

once when he tried to leave for his work when he gave the baby a kiss on his head then walking to the door, but that stopped when the baby start fussing about him slightly disappear behind the door.

merrick not wasting any time closing the door and getting back to the place "nevermind I will retire".

His kid is fascinated by his war stories, but he makes sure they know the difference between reality and fiction.

He lets them make mistakes, but he’s always there to guide them back.

Merrick is the dad that everyone wishes they had (yeah im running out of ideas).

Kick:

It happened before mirrage like 3 or 4 being lovely partners and no one even had the thought about it

but it happened XD

Acts like he’s totally cool about being a dad, but the second he holds the baby, he’s done for. You find him staring at them, just completely fascinated, You shrugged, find him staring at them, just completely Lost.“You okay?” he didn't even lift his head to look at you “They’re just... really small.”

When the baby gets a little older, Kick’s all in with the physical play. He’s the dad who will “pretend” to be a superhero and will throw them up in the air (safe and sound, of course!) just to hear them giggle.

"OH MY GOD KICK??" ofc you had heart attack.

“Don’t worry, they’re in safe hands. Daddy’s got them.” him smirking at you while the baby is almost done from giggling.

He’s so hands-on, so engaged, that you have to remind him to give the baby some space to crawl on their own.

Feeding Time: Kick acts like it’s no big deal, but he’s definitely the one to crack jokes to get the baby to eat.

You sighing but trying to keep the smile on your face for tricking the baby into eating “Come on, just eat your veggies.”

Kick holding up a spoon to them“Oh, you don’t like broccoli? Shocking kiddo.”

Baby looking at the broccoli turning his face away not wanting to eat

“Wait, how did I know that was coming?”

“Oh my god kick you're not helping!”

Teaching to Talk: Kick is so sarcastic about it. The first time the baby says a word, he acts like it’s the most monumental thing in the world.

Kick is trying to teach the baby to say “dada” first, but his approach is playful and silly.

“C’mon, kiddo, say ‘dada.’ I’m right here.”

The baby giggles at his antics, but no word just yet.

“You’ll be saying it in no time. You can’t resist this face.” Kick said as he point at his face with his two index fingers.

Baby saying “no” for the first time “No!”

Kick deadpan“Well, that’s just rude.”

When the baby’s old enough to squirm and wiggle, Kick just watches in amusement.

You looking at how your kiddo has grown up “I don’t think they want to sit still.”

Kick shaking his head with a chuckle“It’s a phase. But if I try to hold them still, they’ll just squirm out of my grip and think it’s hilarious.”

"yeah sounds like you" giving him a wink, which led him to give you a half gazed eyes

The chill but sarcastic dad.

Has an “if it ain’t life-threatening, you’ll be fine” parenting style.

The definition of unbothered but somehow always has things under control.

He has this natural Dad Reflex. One time, your kid spills something, and without looking up, he just reaches over and catches the cup mid-air.

you catch him adjusting your kid’s blanket at night, read stories and he gets into them so much. especially when he gets to a plot part "christ??" Him eyes widened at the kids stories

You and Kick argue playfully about who’s the favorite parent.

“They like me more.”

“No shot. I’m the fun one.”

Your child chooses the dog instead.

You find him napping on the couch, your kid curled up beside him, using his arm as a pillow.

He doesn’t even wake up—just shifts slightly to pull them closer.

Changes diapers with zero complaints, but absolutely roasts the baby while doing it.

“Man, how did something this tiny make this much of a mess?”

When the baby cries, he picks them up, holds them against his chest, and just walks around the house, murmuring “Shh, Daddy's got you.”

He acts chill about it, but if someone else in the family gathering or a party is holding the baby for too long, he’s suddenly right there. “Yeah, okay, hand ‘em back now.”

He loves laying the baby on his chest and pretending to be asleep just so they fall asleep too.

The laid-back dad who somehow always knows what’s going on.

His kid thinks they’re being sneaky? Nope. Kick already knows.

“Nice try, kid. I did the same thing when I was your age.” ahh dad type

Kick is unbothered. His kid is climbing the furniture? He waits to see if they’ll figure it out themselves before stepping in. (but ofc he will be some kind close to them).

The “cool” dad who lets his kid do fun stuff, but only if they do it right.

“Wanna learn how to fight? Cool. But you’re learning proper form first.”

His kid tries to trick him with a fake injury.

Kick just stares at them with a smile. "Nice acting. You want an Oscar for that?"

“Ugh, fine, I’m not hurt.”

“Yeah, thought so.”

His kid tries to trick him into letting them stay up late.

A lot of "Nice try" words

"Mom just told me I could!"

Kick, without looking up "Nice try she’s asleep."

Somehow always knows when they’re lying."Did you break this?"

"No?"

"Alright..." he said with a smile "well guess I will get back to the records of my secret cameras"

"OKAY OKAY I DID THIS"

Elias spent years training his sons to be ghosts, just to get turned into one

my new pfp, pls don't take em (literally post it)

That ending scene on the beach in 5 seconds