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They're like 16-18 here respectively,,, before ODIN strike basically
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Come eat lobster with a monster
can we get more walruss anything 🥹🥹 i love them so much
Bit o' fluff for ya milord.
Keegan is cold.
Not metaphorically. Not just emotionally. Physically. Constantly.
It does not matter where they are. Base housing, safehouse, motel, Logan’s place. If the temperature dips even a single degree below “desert sun,” Keegan is done for. Fingers always icy. Nose perpetually cold. Toes? Forget it. The man is built like a heat sink.
Logan notices immediately. He always does.
“Why are your hands like that,” Logan mutters one night, catching Keegan’s fingers when he reaches for the remote.
Keegan shrugs, entirely unbothered. “That’s just how they are.”
Logan presses Keegan’s hand flat against his own chest, right over his sternum. Warm. Solid. Radiating heat like a damn engine.
Keegan goes still.
“…holy shit,” he murmurs.
Logan smirks, smug already. “Told you.”
From that moment on, it becomes a thing.
Keegan migrates. Subtly at first. A shoulder leaning in. A thigh pressed closer on the couch. By the third movie night, he is fully tucked against Logan’s side, feet shoved under Logan’s thigh like he belongs there.
Logan does not comment. He just shifts, opens himself up, drapes an arm over Keegan’s shoulders like it is the most natural thing in the world.
“You cold,” Logan asks, not even looking at him.
Keegan exhales, relaxed in a way he rarely is. “Always.”
Logan hums. “C’mere then.”
Bedtime is worse.
Keegan sleeps curled in on himself, hoodie pulled tight, socks on, still cold. Logan rolls over once, half asleep, and instinctively pulls Keegan back against his chest. One arm around his waist. One leg hooked over Keegan’s thighs. A full body furnace lock.
Keegan melts.
He sighs, long and quiet, every muscle going loose at once.
Logan’s breath is warm against the back of his neck. His chest radiates through Keegan’s spine. It is obscene how warm he is.
“You stealin my heat again,” Logan mumbles.
Keegan smiles into the pillow, eyes already heavy. “You’re not using it.”
Logan tightens his hold, presses a kiss into Keegan’s shoulder without even waking fully. “You’re ridiculous.”
Keegan finally sleeps through the night.
In the morning, Logan wakes up tangled, mildly annoyed, yet he's not overheating for once.
Keegan wakes up warm.
He doesn't move.
Thinking about the “I’m slowly forgetting your face” meme but it’s either
• Elias/David forgetting Mrs. Walker’s face but all they see is Logan
Or
• Logan trying to remember what Elias looked like but only seeing David
Or
• Logan forgetting David while he’s in the pit.
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Logan Walker x male!reader
My poor boy 💔I love him so much
Summary: (y/n) kills Rorke and saves Logan
Warnings: shooting and killing someone, descriptive death, injury.
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“You would have been a good Ghost, Logan,” Rorke told the man. He landed a firm kick to Hesh’s side and Logan let out a pained noise as he watched.
“Too bad that’s not gonna hap-“
Rorke’s words were cut off by a gun shot. The bullet landed right between his eyes and the mans body dropped to the sand, turning the grains a deep red.
Logan kept himself low, body ebbing with the pain from his broken arm, and turned his head to where the shot had come from.
(Y/n) made his way out of the tree line and hurried over to the brothers. He dropped down beside Logan and placed a gentle hand against his chest.
“You’re okay. You’re okay. Are you okay?” (Y/n) rushed out as he checked over the man. He noted the way Logan cradled his arm, saw the weird bend to it, and then looked up to the man’s masked face.
“Are you okay?” He asked again.
“Yeah,” Logan mumbled. “Good shot.”
“Thanks,” (y/n) said softly. He turned his head over his shoulder to check on Hesh. “Are you okay?”
Hesh nodded his head as he gently pushed himself up off the ground. He walked the few steps towards Logan and (y/n) and dropped down to his knees.
“Hey, kid,” he murmured to Logan.
“Hey,” Logan huffed.
Hesh helped Logan sit up and (y/n) made a makeshift sling to support the man’s broken arm.
“Merrick’s on his way in a chopper,” Hesh let (y/n) know as they helped up onto his feet. “How’d you get here?”
“I followed the train from the ground,” (y/n) explained.
“You… drove after the train?”
“Yup.”
“You’re joining Keegan on my ‘never allowed to drive again’ list,” Hesh told the man as the chopper headed their way.
“Well, (y/n) gets bumped up my ‘getaway driver’ list,” Logan grinned.
“Thanks, Loges,” (y/n) murmured. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Logan’s head. The man sighed softly and allowed his eyes to droop shut.
“Let’s go home.”
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“Can I decorate it?” (Y/n) asked as him and Logan walked off base together. It had been a couple days since the mission and the two had just been discharged.
“Decorate it?” Logan questioned as he looked down at his cast. “Yeah, sure, you can decorate it. What were you thinking?”
“I haven’t gotten that far,” (y/n) admitted. “I want to paint it though. Maybe a… landscape? That would be nice.”
“You should paint the waterfall from Mexico,” Logan suggested.
“The one we all met up at after our plane fell out of the sky?” (Y/n) asked. “That’s the memory you want painted on you for a few weeks?”
“We had our first kiss there,” Logan reminded (y/n). “It’s a pretty good memory for me.”
“You count that as a first kiss?” (Y/n) questioned between laughter. “I kind of just threw myself at you.”
“I kissed you back, did I not?”
“You did,” (y/n) hummed.
“Then it was our first kiss. I want you to paint that.” Logan pulled (y/n) close and planted a kiss onto his head.
“Okay, okay. Waterfall from Mexico it is,” (y/n) said. He leaned his head against Logan’s shoulder as they walked towards their car. “Do you have a picture or am I going to have to paint it from memory?”
“I have a picture,” Logan reassured.
“Good. Because I barely remember it,” (y/n) let him know. “My adrenaline was high, heart was racing, everything from that day is a little blurry.”
“I fluster you that much, huh?” Logan joked.
“Now you know damn well you weren’t doing all that to me,” (y/n) laughed. “It was more the falling out of a plane and being hunted by the federation thing.”
“Ah- so I don’t make you flustered?”
“Logan Walker-“
“Okay, okay. Shutting up.”
“Thank you,” (y/n) sighed.
“I totally make you flustered.”
“Logan!”
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Authors Note:
I love my masked boy ❤️
I drew Logan because I woke up at 5 a.m. due to nausea and couldn't sleep, lol
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