#sleep thinks~~

Aaanyway :>

I think that all of My Pretties would be quick to swoon over someone who knows how to fix things and does a lot of physical labor but I especially think that Kick, Logan, Hesh, and Roach (and Soap) would be absolutely enamored with the look of you covered in dirt and grease <3

I feel like having Logan as a roommate would work out two ways.

Either you both get your work done early and are very well maintained because of being able to sit with each other and keep each other accountable

Or both of you procrastinate to the end of the earth and panic about assignments at the last minute together <3

It's the millionth time that Logan has sat on the couch with Hesh this month with the same sulking expression and the same brooding demeanor. Of course, he always sulks and he always broods however this time it has a much more substantial reason. Not even Riley can improve Logan's mood no matter how much he yips and wags his tail.

Hesh sighs deeply, "You really need to say something sooner or later."

The glare tossed back his direction says enough, if Hesh doesn't back off they'll both end up fussy.

"I'm just saying-" Hesh begins, but an oh-so-familiar knock reaches Logan's ears and he ups faster than Hesh has seen him move before. His path is a bee-line toward the front door.

Logan's hand hesitates on the knob for half a second before he grasps it and twists.

He doesn't say anything as he looks at you, you've always been good at doing the talking for him.

"Hi Logan, are you free? My faucet is acting up again and I've tried just about everything I can think of to get it to stop leaking... Do you think you could come take a look at it again? If you're busy that's okay I'll get it sorted one way or another!" You say cheerfully, he nods with a gruff noise indicating he'll come over and help you out.

He doesn't even get one sock-clad foot out of the door before Hesh is standing by his shoulder wearing a shit-eatting grin.

"Oh, is this the lovely neighbor I hear so much about?" Logan elbows Hesh in the gut right after the last word leaves his mouth, he makes a soft "oof" sound.

"What? Its a compliment, or are you worried I'll charm them before you can-"

"Ignore him." Logan grunts, shoving his brother back out of the way.

"I'm David by the way!" Hesh calls out louder than he needed to.

Logan follows you back to your apartment, so does Hesh. There was no way to keep him from coming along no matter how hard Logan tried.

"Soo. You and my brother, huh?" Hesh comments, testing the waters while leaning against the kitchen counter while Logan worked on the leaky tap.

"Me and.. Logan? What about me and Logan?" You inquire, desperately hoping your cheeks haven't gone bright red already.

"Y'know.. You seem pretty close-- at least from what I understand."

You're certain your whole face is warm, in fact maybe your whole body.

"What do you mean?" Your voice shakes, barely audible to anyone but yourself.

"Just that most neighbors don't usually cozy up with each other like touch starve- OW!" Conveniently, Logan tossed aside a wrench which just as conveniently landed directly on his older brother's foot.

"Mmph." Logan grunts, it was meant to be apologetic sounding. It was not apologetic sounding.

Eventually Logan finishes working on the faucet. Neither you nor Hesh said anything, making it exceedingly awkward.

"Sorry about him." Logan grumbles, he meets your gaze only briefly before looking past you then down at his calloused fingers.

"No worries at all, it was nice meeting him! Thank you again for the help, for everything." You say, offering a smile.

Your door shuts gentle behind them, you lean on it with your ear against the wood. It's a nasty habit, you know that. And usually you don't ever hear anything other than footsteps.

Usually. Today was not a usual day.

"Dude, say something to them already. Do you not see the way they look at you?? You've got to be the dumbest guy out there, they want you bad."

It was muffled, but after that you make out the sound of someone getting shoved, then the opening and closing of a door. (Logan's door, you know because it makes a very specific squeak)

One thing is for certain and it is that you will not be sleeping well tonight. Either you have royally fucked up and now Logan will want nothing to do with you, or maybe just maybe you have a slight glimmer of hope that he shares the same feelings you do.

Thinking about Kick who rides a motorcycle... Kick who takes said motorcycle on twisty scenic roads...

Reader who likes to people watch from their parked car as cars and bikes go past...

Kick who shows off on his bike because he's noticed you there for a few weekends now and he thinks you're cute all bundled up with a blanket.

Kick who starts waving at you, and you who start waving back.

Soon enough I think he would pull up next to your car, take off his helmet and ask to take you out for dinner. He is sweating bullets, not just because his helmet is warm but because he really likes you and is desperately trying not to make a fool of himself.

Little does he know however you have been going to the same parking spot for days now just to see him and his silly helmet and his silly bike.

Hes such a cutie with his helmet off you can't help but agree <3

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Hello lovelies !! I've been recovering from some burnout for a while, I have a little while until my next semester starts so I'm hoping to get back to writing more and I thought I'd start with this !! It's been lingering in my head for a while :>

When he asks about it, everyone looks at him weird. They have no fucking clue who he's talking about, because as far as they know he has most of his memory back with the exception of a few recruits and people he met in passing. But he goes on and on about this one person, who's face he doesn't remember but he remembers their presence.

He stops asking for a while, convincing himself that they aren't real, that he's made them up as some sort of coping method. Sometimes he'll get flashes of memory though, little snippets of someone wiping dirt off his cheek, or putting a band-aid on a cut.

He's no longer in the military, nor is Hesh. They were both honorably discharged after Hesh finally found Logan. They live together, mostly because Logan needs more help integrating into society again, the rest of the reason is that Hesh is terrified of losing Logan again.

Logan takes Riley out on a walk, the sun has just about begun to rise as it's 4 am and Logan can't sleep. He makes sure to let Hesh know where he is in-case he isn't in their apartment by the time his brother wakes up.

His stroll takes him 3 miles away from home, walking around the block he see's a hospital. Ironic, he was just there last year. It's a lot quieter in the early morning, less people rushing around, more staff walking out at the end of their shifts. They all look tired, dark circles under their eyes, scrubs out of place, and hair askew.

He stands there for a moment with Riley, observing. He's not sure why, maybe it's just because the location is familiar, but he feels an odd tug of something deeper. A familiarity he forgot about, because you're staring at him. Staring at him with tired eyes after a log shift, glancing between him and Riley as it clicks in your head that his face is a familiar one. He's not sure who you are though. You walk up to him, and he feels like he's done this before.

"Logan…?" His brows furrow, how do you know his name?

"..How do you know my name?" your expression shifts to one of slight embarrassment

"U-um… sorry, I just thought you were someone I knew-" He cuts you off before you can finish

"Who are you?" He asks, staring at you with his beautiful brown eyes that shift slightly green in some places.

"(reader) … is my name, who are you?" You question, hoping to figure out if he's really who you think he is.

"Logan. Logan Walker." He states, in the same breath you continue after him

"And your dog is Riley, and you have a brother named David.." He's started by that, how in the world did you know? But he nods hesitantly and you look at him like you've found something you've been looking for longer than you can even remember.

"…You're still alive? Why didn't you- … You remember me, don't you?" You ask, he wants to let you believe he does but he doesn't. Not quite, it feels like he should. He feels that same fluttery feeling he does when he thinks about the faceless person in his dreams— waking and sleeping.

"… I don't remember much. Fill me in."

"uh… well you basically got kidnapped by the Federa-"

"I know that part. Tell me about where I should know you from."

"… I worked as a nurse on the base where you and your team stayed. I quit when they told me you wouldn't be coming back but… here you are."

"oh." 'Oh.' He's flooded with various memories of you, seeing you during your lunch break, pretending to get hurt during training just to see you. Its a bit overwhelming, but he remembers you now.

"Shit, its you." he says, disbelief clouding this thoughts. You're the person he convinced himself he was imagining. You're the person who cleaned his wounds and gave him raspberry flavored loli-pops after each visit.

"Is… is that a good 'Shit, its you.' or a bad 'Shit, its you.'…?" You ask, nervousness creeping under your skin.

"Holy shit, I thought- …I need a moment." He says, leaving you more nervous than before as you give him the time he needs to process. It takes about 2 minutes until he speaks up again.

"… You aren't busy right now, right?" You shake your head, the only thing on your to-do list was to go home and sleep. But Logan was here and alive, so you could put that off for at least a few hours.

"No, I'm not busy. I just got off work." You try to offer a smile, then Riley makes a slight whimper, getting antsy at how long he's been waiting.

"You live nearby?" You nod, its about a 35 minute walk away, so he offers to walk you to your apartment.

While you walk to tells you about what happened to him, he doesn't talk about what happened when the Feds took him but he tells you about what happened after. That he lives with his brother, whom you've only met a few times and very briefly. Speaking of, you hadn't really had many interactions with the rest of the Ghosts team at all, just Logan.

He tells you about little things, like how Hesh is more overbearing now than he ever was before, how Riley will curl up at his feet in bed when Hesh is away. It's nice hearing Logan talk, even if its only a little and in very short snippets.

Once you get up to your door you look at him, he's a bit more filled out then he was when you last saw him, still just as muscular. His hair has grown out, and he has a bit of stubble growing too.

"Thank you for walking me home.. … I really missed you, you know? I was scared you had… that you wouldn't come back."

"mh. It wasn't a big deal. I ..uh… I'm glad that I bumped into you." He says, looking away from you briefly.

"I'll see you around then?" You ask, hopeful.

"Yeah. See you around." He says, you wave as he walks away with Riley. The dog stops and looks back at you, tongue out, making Logan pause in his tracks as well. The sight makes you laugh a little and you wave again before shutting your door.

Logan lets out a breath he wasn't even sure when he started holding, running a hand through his hair then looking down at Riley.

'I'm done for.'

I think if Hesh is on an assignment or just not home for a while Riley would be your #1 comforter. He would figure out a way to keep you company no matter where you are. He's practically stepping on your toes !

Hesh would come back to find you and Riley curled up on the couch or in bed fast asleep.

~~~

Logan and Hesh sit in the corner on the couch, watching out of the corner of his eye as you and Kick watch the TV. Both lf your gazes are glued to the screen, your posture is a bit more relaxed than Kick's who is leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

The both of you are watching a live stream of the biggest pride parade in the country. The camera pans to parade and you watch as one of the performers trips.

"BINGO." You shout, bolting upright as Kick groans and tosses his bingo board aside to glare at you.

~~~

Simon and Johnny are sat on their old sagging couch with a thick wool blanket slung over their laps. Its early in the night, and Johnny is smushed into Simon's side as he reads his latest romance novel.

Simon would be paying attention to the movie playing quietly but hes busy looking at his husbands face as he reads what he calls "the best romance book ah've ever heard of" (<- you can imagine whatever book you want but me personally I think he's reading heated rivalry lol)

Theres a knock on the door and Simon gets up begrudgingly. The couch squeaks just as much as the floorboards do, Johnny complains with them but hurriedly steals Simon's seat for its warmth.

the front door opens on silent hinges. The one thing Ghost can't stand is creaking doors. He peers out, seeing no one. Assuming its some stupid kid pranking them he begins to shut the door.

His gaze falls briefly just as hes about the push the door fully shut. There are two patterned string bracelets with a note sitting on the rainbow doormat Johnny picked out last weekend.

Simon's knees crackle a bit as he picks up the items. He strides back over to Johnny, turning the bracelets over in his hand.

"Whot 'ave ye got there, Simon?"

Johnny scoots over as his husband sits back down, accepting the bracelets and the note as they're passed to him.

The note is a short one from you, their next door neighbor.

"Happy pride month, you both are an adorable couple. Much love !"

The pair smile to each other as they tie the bracelets around their wrists.

(this one got a bit long, oops. Love me my Ghoap)

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The bulletin board on base has gotten more color lately. Of course there are usually little post it notes from Roach there, changing almost daily. But it would seem that someone has been replying to them.

Every day now there is a new color of square paper pinned up using little wooden thumb tacks.

Theyre always places next to the ones Gary writes, responding to his sprawling handwriting with words written in glitter pen.

Gary smiles when he sees one of the recruits on base looking at the wall of notes, he squeezes your hand a little tighter as you walk through the halls on your way home together.

~~~

Soap has always been more confident than Gaz. Confident in his choices, in his actions and in himself. Gaz wouldn't call himself insecure but every time hes sent on leave he can't help but watch couples go by and wonder what's wrong with him.

He never felt romantic attraction, sure he admires handsome men and pretty women but it doesn't matter who they are he just doesn't like them like that. He wants to though, he wants to more than anything.

Which is why he's here. At a bar. During pride month, with a rowdy Soap decked out in rainbow next to him and a grouchy Ghost on his other side.

He isnt there to meet someone, Soap made sure he understood that. Gaz is there because up until now he always thought something in him was broken, turns out there are lots of other people just like him.

Gaz is here for community and acceptance, something he never thought he woulf have.

~~~

Rudy's desk is always perfectly organized. From the papers stacked in the corners to the pens in their holder.

He notices when someone has moved something or taken something because he's so used to how he keeps his desk that when something is even slightly out of place it sticks out like clouds floating through blue skies.

Today, placed neatly next to his favorite pen, is a small rectangular patch holding the colors of the Bi-sexual flag in the shape of a heart. He smiles to himself, knowing who put it there. His thumb brushes over the embroidery before he places it in his shirt pocket and sits down to get through his paperwork.

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I had a lot of fun with this, I'm desperately pleading that my writers block goes away because I really miss writing :(

I feel like he would still write to this day, mostly short poems and things like that and most of them are either about things he sees or war. My poor traumatized bug boy </3

He uses the back of his journal to write in, and the front of it to communicate with. He also doodles next to his poems and blurbs because I am an Artist Roach truther and no one can tell me that man doesn't draw.

~~~ Bashing my head against the table trying to think of new ideas to write about. Please don't tell me I'm going into the early stages of writers block PLEASE.