#[Clyde: -watching from a distance- What am I gonna do with those two?]

[onexeyedxtwin]

Clyde’s not gonna say it. I mean, he knows what we’re all thinking but he’s not gonna be the one to say it.

[roanniom]

Requests just in time for Valentine’s Day! 💘

I’d like to request a Valentine’s Day to remember with Clyde, please. Thank you for doing requests again!

Sure thing, anon <3

Deserving 

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Note: This serves as Part 2 for what I’m now calling Hello Darlin’, a Clyde and Darlin’!Reader series that began with First Conversation Jitters.

Read Part 1 Here

Warnings: NSFW, phone sex, masturbation (f/m), unprotected PIV sex, oral sex (m receiving)

You run your finger over the rim of your lemon water as you watch your bear of a man serve drinks with his sweet and steady charm. It’s the night before Valentine’s Day and he’d asked you to hang out at the Duck Tape during his bar tending shift, something you were more than happy to do. You’d camped out on the last stool on the right with a book, waiting for the moments between orders when Clyde would sail down to your corner of the bar and romance you.

It had been about a month or so since you had begun dating but everything still felt so new. When you’d walked away that first night after leaving your number on the napkin – a move you’d only ever seen in movies before – you had half worried that Clyde would be too nervous to call. And he was nervous, a fact he’d confided to you on the fourth date, the first night you two had spent together. As he held you in the dark, a finger tracing the line of your jaw, the slope of your neck, he’d muttered quiet words into your skin. They were vulnerable but hopeful. That was the thing that struck you most. The hope in his deep, drawling voice as he recounted the way that his heart had stopped when you’d answered the door earlier in your pretty dress. The way your laugh had soothed him instead of increasing his anxiety.

The timing of your courtship had not been ideal as the holidays had rolled in pretty rapidly after that, meaning you had a lot of prescheduled traveling to do. You’d bitten your tongue to refrain from inviting Clyde to Thanksgiving dinner, knowing he had a close family of his own and also knowing that the pressure of meeting yours might be too much to take so soon. Similarly, Christmas and New Years were a wash. You’d spent these days texting Clyde rapidly under the table, sending him sweet messages and well-wishes which he reciprocated to the best of his abilities – Clyde was not a great texter.

What he was good at, however, was talking on the phone. You waited all day every day of your holiday trips for the moment when you could steal away to your guest room in the evenings and wait for his call. It always came, and the deep, rumbling “Hello darlin’” was something that you realized quite quickly had emblazoned itself on the surface of your heart.

“Hiya, handsome,” you’d reply and he could always hear the smile in your voice. Sometimes you’d facetime, but often you would just stay up late with your phone pressed to your ear, whispering into the night. Because like that first night together when Clyde had been emboldened by the dark, Clyde was equally emboldened by the barrier of distance and technology. You weren’t sure if missing you had brought something out in him or just that with time he’d become more confident in your budding relationship. All you knew is that he was no longer holding back and you couldn’t be happier.

“I dreamt a’yer mouth last night, darlin’,” he’d told you on Christmas Eve after you already had caught up on what you both had done all day. His voice was quiet but sure as he said it. Not timid as you’d expect. Heat had immediately rushed to your core and you’d gotten comfortable on the bed, tucking the phone under your cheek on the pillow.

“And what exactly was my mouth doing in this dream of yours?”

“Lookin’ nice an’ pretty…” You were about to thank him but he surprised you by continuing. “…around my cock.”

“Clyde Logan, you dog!” you whisper back at him, trying to contain the excitement that bubbles up from the newness of being dirty on the phone with your sweet man.

“Lips all stretched ‘round me. Almost prettier than yer beautiful smile.”

“I wish I could have left you with memories of the real deal so you didn’t have to just dream about it,” you’d said wistfully, suddenly saddened by the distance between you and all you had yet to experience together.

“There’s plenty’a time fer that when ya get back,” he’d comforted you. “Don’t ya worry yer lil head about that.”

“Clyde?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Can I give you a new memory right now?”

He’d been surprised to see you���d switched over to facetime but had been quick to accept the call. You still think sometimes about the expression on his face when you’d popped on the screen topless and touching yourself already. It was the face of a man who’d been granted a glimpse at heaven but still wasn’t sure of his worthiness.

You intended to prove to him just how worthy he was.

“Get nice and comfy – I want to cum while watching you stroke that beautiful cock, handsome.”

Clyde’s smile had been a mile wide as he’d dropped down on his bed to oblige you.

“Yes ma’am.”

By the time New Years eve rolled around, the two of you had become experts of how to drive the other crazy, often with words alone.

~*~

In the present it’s close to midnight when you glance up from your book again to find Clyde grabbing your empty water glass and bringing it to the sink. He’d gotten caught up with a particularly needy group of out of towners who’d required more service than the average customer. You didn’t mind. It had given you a chance to watch him in action from afar, taking in his large frame as he moved behind the bar. The small smile as he listened – really listened – to his customers. Every once in a while he’d looked up to catch you staring, shooting you a wink from across the way. It always sent the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry when he did that, especially in the bar which had been the setting of his first fumbling advances toward you. His growing confidence was sexy and though you were feisty and more than capable of taking care of him, it burned you up inside even more to know he was able to take care of you, too.

“Grab yer stuff, darlin’, we’re headin’ out,” Clyde says coming out from around the bar. Your eyes shoot to your watch.

“But last call isn’t for a few more hours!” Even as you say it you notice Earl take his place behind the bar, sending a wave your way. Clyde helps you into your coat and pulls you to the door as he explains.

“Earl’s got me covered. No need for m’girl to hang ‘round a seedy bar all night.” You laugh because it’s a regular occurrence for you to spend your nights there with him, but you play along while he helps you into his truck.

“My Prince Charming,” you coo. Clyde gives you a little bow before jogging over to get into the driver’s seat. He starts up the truck and immediately turns on the heat, watching you with a smile as you appreciatively warm your hands against the vent. You catch him watching you and suddenly get suspicious, narrowing your eyes with humor. “What are you looking at, Charming?”

“The most beautiful girl in West Virginia,” he says without missing a beat before shaking his head. “No – in the world.”

You laugh. It’s the full-bodied sound that he loves with his whole being.

“Now that might just be a bit of an exaggeration, Mr. Logan, but I think I’ll take it anyway.” You lean over the truck’s center console expectantly. Clyde leans forward immediately to oblige you with a kiss. His lips are soft and taste of lemon, or maybe those are your own lips, but either way, it’s warm and tangy and everything you’ve been waiting for all these hours at the bar. You try to deepen the kiss and are surprised to feel him pull away, your head moving forward to chase his lips when he breaks the contact.

“We’ve got somewhere to be, darlin’. You’re gonna make us late,” he chides you playfully, throwing the truck into gear and pulling out onto the dark road.

“Where could we possibly need to be? It’s almost midnight,” you reply, surprised.

“Exactly,” he says with a wide smile.

~*~

Clyde won’t let you look out the window as he approaches your destination. You tease him because it is night time in rural West Virginia and it’s not like you would be able to see anything through the darkened windows anyway, but you humor him by keeping your eyes squeezed shut. When the truck cranks to a stop he jumps out and makes his way to help you out, pulling you down with his metal hand and covering your face with his massive, warm flesh one. His prosthetic presses into your waist to guide you forward and you grin, happy about the contact.

“Am I allowing you to lure me deep into the woods, Mr. Logan?” you sing out, hearing him chuckle behind you.

“I’d say yer right on the money, sweetheart.”

“Trying to have your way with me, are you? Is that what Prince Charming would do?”

“If he had a girl as pretty as m’girl he sure would, you bet yer ass.” His hand abandons your face for a second to drop light little slap to your backside and you let out a laughing squeal, sure to keep your eyes closed of your own accord.

“No peakin’,” he says, quickly putting his hand back over your eyes.

“I didn’t! I wouldn’t – I’m a good girl,” you say, know the implications of the statement. You hear Clyde swallow thickly behind you. Bingo.

“Ya sure are, darlin’.”

Just as you’re about to ask if you’ve almost arrived wherever he’s taking you, Clyde pulls you to a stop. You feel him lean down low to meet your height, his chin dipping to rest on your shoulder, both his facial hair and his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver.

“Open yer eyes.”

You do as he says and immediately let out a gasp. In front of you lies a picnic blanket set up with a comfy assortment of pillows. The space is illuminated by a mix and match assortment of camping lanterns which cast a soft glow about the scene. A basket of fruit and cheese sits open beside a bottle of champagne that sits chilling in an ice bucket with two delicate glasses.

“Clyde!” You turn and throw yourself at the satisfied looking man behind you, curling around his body and kissing every part of him you can reach. His watch beeps and he looks at it with a broad grin on his face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” He pulls you down to recline with him against the gathered pillows. You blink hard to hold back the tears that form unbidden.

“You planned all of this? For me?”

“Well I’ll be honest. Mellie and Jimmy helped,” he admits, running a hand up and down your back and pulling you into him to press a kiss to your forehead. “I had ‘em set all this up during my shift.”

It’s the most overtly romantic thing that anyone has ever done for you. You glance around and take in all of the details again, now with his warm skin under your fingers, his chest to your chest. It’s like something out of a romance novel, and you would know, you’ve sure read your fair share. Looking back down you see him watching you, registering each of your tiny reactions. He’s nervous, trying to make sure he’s pleased you. But he’s also hopeful. And that’s what breaks you.

Suddenly you launch yourself at him, pushing him down so that his back is pressed into the cushions and you are now straddling him. You pepper his face with kisses before arresting his mouth in a desperate lip lock. Though you are often the one who is chatty in the face of his pensive, thoughtful silence, you now find yourself at a loss for words. How do you tell him that you’re not used to being cared for in this way? How do you tell him that his sweetness sets your long-neglected soul on fire? That the string of meaningless relationships littering your past suddenly had meaning if only to lead you directly into his arms?

You don’t have the words to tell him these thoughts. So instead you tell him with your lips, your hands, your body. You run your hands down his t-shirt-clad chest, reveling in the thickness, the fullness of him, before drawing your hands down the length of his arms. You grab his wrists, sure to be gentle with his prosthetic, and urge them to settle above his head. It is only at this point that he resists, pulling out of a kiss.

“But darlin’…I need to touch you…” He’s breathless and you want to keep him like that forever. Keep his voice ragged and chest heaving so you can be his oxygen. Breathe life into him over and over.

“Let me do this, Clyde. My Valentine’s gift for my handsome man.” You grind down onto his hardening length at the end of your statement and his eyes roll back. When you feel him stop resisting the press of your hand on his wrists you know you’ve gotten him right where you want him.

You take your time. You kiss every inch of him over his clothes before crawling back on top to gyrate on his now straining member. His heavy breathing has made way for small, unabashed whimpers that are your new favorite sound. Clyde has been getting more dominant with you and you are excited to explore that new facet of your relationship. But for tonight you want to translate your emotions by riding him for all he’s worth.

After teasing him for long enough with your swiveling hips, you finally relent and pull his cock out of his dark jeans.

“Look at this beautiful cock. All hard and swollen just for me.” You double over to press a sweet kiss to his weeping tip.

“Only for m’girl,” Clyde nods feverishly below you. “Can ya…”

“What would you like, Clyde?” you ask, moving your hand steadily up and down his cock with languid strokes.

“Wanna be inside’a ya darlin’. Wanna feel if yer wet fer me.”

“Oh, baby…” you trail off and guide his cock to your pussy lips, your skirt long hiked up over your hips. You slide him up and down the seam of your opening, gathering your slick to coat him. He lets out a deep moan at the feeling. As you line him up you rake your nails over his soft belly with reverence. “You turn me on more than I’ve ever been turned on in my life.”

“Fuck,” comes Clyde’s muttered reply, his eyelids fluttering shut. You take this opportunity to lift up and then ease yourself down on him, letting his cock breach you with a slow ease. He’s large but you weren’t lying. You’re dripping for him, aching and desperate for the fullness that only he can provide you.

“Yer perfect. Feel so good,” Clyde forces out through clenched teeth.

You begin to ride him in earnest after you adjust more to his size, letting the muscles of your thighs propel you up and down to take him at an angle that causes you both to let out steady strings of moans. Clyde’s hips begin to work in tandem, thrusting up to meet you and making the slide of his cock through your pulsing walls that much more delicious. When a particularly good thrust topples you down to grip his shoulders, your breasts push down into his face, spilling from your bra cups and up through the wide neck of your shirt.

“Oh darlin’. Oh darlin’darlin’darlin’,” Clyde breathes out, straining his neck to push up into your cleavage. His flesh hand, which had up till now dutifully remained above his head, comes now to cup the side of your breast but you don’t have the presence of mind to reprimand him. You wouldn’t even if you did, his touch feels too good.

You gasp when he plants one foot flat on the ground for more leverage and spears up into you more aggressively than before. You shudder around him, cunt spasming on his cock with euphoric tension.

“Right there, baby?” he growls. He’s gazing up at you with a sweet intensity that you want to drink in forever, but the sensations in your cunt are overwhelming and it takes everything in you to simply nod. Your eyes screw up and your jaw drops, mouth forming a little “o” in response to another punishing thrust. Clyde chuckles below you. “Oh yeah. Right there.”

You cum shortly after but, as you had promised yourself silently the moment you had mounted him, you drag yourself down his body immediately, ignoring his groaning protests and gripping hand. When you take him in your mouth he’s already partially gone. He props himself up on his good elbow and alternates between gazing at you worshipfully and wincing in pleasure.

You suck on him, knowing how close he is and knowing he likes it when you get sloppy. He’d told you so over facetime on Christmas eve as you’d sucked on the fingers of one of your hands while riding and cumming on the other for him, your phone propped on the pillow. You gurgle as you take him deep into your throat, moaning around the fullness, the thickness of this perfect man below you. When you reach down to gently fondle his balls, Clyde lets out a deep-throated groan. His balls draw up from your hand and his hips pivot up, driving him deeper into you as he paints the inside of your throat with his cum. You welcome his orgasm, drinking him down until there’s no more, holding firmly at his hips as shudders wrack his body.

When you finally pull off to rock back on your heels you take in the sheer debauchery of this whole experience. Clyde lies sprawled out on the pillows below you, hand running through his sweaty hair, chest heaving, softening cock still poking out of his jeans. A giggle bubbles up from inside you and you let him pull you down where he silences you with a hard kiss as deep as the rumbling of his satisfied groan.

After a few seconds he rolls you so that you both are on your sides and he’s quick to bury his face in the space where your neck meets your shoulder. His customary place immediately following an act of intimacy. You’ve learned to recognize this and you don’t push him. Instead you welcome the tight clutch of this, the largest yet kindest man you’ve ever met, dragging your fingers up an down his cheek in a light caress. Moments pass in silence, save for your slowing breaths, until he speaks up, words muffled by the way he whispers them into your neck.

“Yer too good fer me, y’know.” He says it as a statement, not a question. There’s a weariness in his voice that doesn’t stem from how hard he’s just cum. Only now do you grip his jaw lightly, coaxing him from his hiding place against your flesh. You look him in the eyes, though he tries to avoid you. Instead you hold his gaze, finger swiping along his jaw. He sighs and adds. “I don’t deserve someone like you, darlin’.”

It’s your time to silence him with a kiss, but this time you don’t let actions do the talking. Clyde needed to hear you say the words that your clenching heart beats out, like some anatomical morse code. You grip his jaw tight and speak loud and clear.

“You deserve the world, Clyde.” His eyes melt, soft and full of adoration. You press a kiss to his forehead, one to each cheek, and then a chaste one on his lips before finishing. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

You may have spent the first three holidays of your relationship apart, but this Valentine’s Day you spent together in every way that mattered – mind, body, and soul.

~*~

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Lauren

Request: Yes / No I had one that got deleted with Emily Prentiss x male reader. The reader and Emily are married and have a child. One day the reader gets kidnapped from someone as a revange on Emily. They get videos of how the reader gets tortured and and get a time window to save the reader. The reader gets saved at the last minute and it gets super emotional at the end? Anon 

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Emily Prentiss x Male!Reader

Word count: 2995

Warnings: torture, talk of killing a kid. Pretty much anything from season 6 episode 18

Y/N: Your Name

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Emily’s POV

Having a family in this line of work was dangerous. I had my lovely husband and our sweet little girl, Allison. I did everything I could to keep them away from this life and Y/N was always so supportive about that. He wanted to be there for me but at the same time he didn’t want to put our daughter at any risk. I was a well known FBI agent so I made sure to keep my family out of the light.

Everything was fine until he came back into my life… Ian Doyle was back and as he promised, he took the only thing that mattered to me, or the only one he knew about. He took Y/N when Allison was at school. I found out sooner than he wanted me to when Y/N didn’t pick her up from school and I got a call. Hotch sent someone to check out our house and I had to pick up my daughter. I brought her back to the office and Reid said he would watch her until I got back. I went home to see what the damage was because I knew my husband wouldn’t go without a fight. When I got there, casings were on the floor and just about all the windows were broken. A bookcase was on the floor cracked, books were all over the black, broken picture frames, it was a mess. There was some blood, I knew Ian wouldn’t kill him right away; no, he would make me suffer first. I left my badge, gun, and phone in my desk before I went to the house, I knew what I had to do right away. I went to the bar where we were first introduced and there was an envelope waiting for me. I grabbed it then noticed and old friend of ours. I killed his battery in his car and snuck inside it.

“Battery’s dead, Fahey.” I said making him jump in surprise.

“Jeez, Lauren?” He said as I held a gun to his head.

‘For Y/N. For Allison.’ I told myself in my head.

“How many men does Doyle have, Jack?” I asked, it was the only information I needed.

“Doyle? I haven’t seen that guy in a-” he said and I cut him off by cocking the gun.

‘For Y/N. For Allison.’

“15, maybe 20 guys.” He stuttered in fear.

“Any surprises?” I asked.

“Just automatic weapons. It’s mostly local mob guys. Uh, there’s a little bit of I.R.A. and- Lauren, how about you do me a favor huh? You ease up on that gun, okay?” He asked cutting himself off.

“I helped you and Clyde back in the day. I can help you now. Do you want to know where Doyle is?” He asked.

“I already do.” I answered.

“Yeah, but what are you gonna do, huh? Take him out on your own?” He asked.

“What are you gonna do? Tell him?” I asked and his eyes widened.

‘For Y/N. For Allison.’

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Wiat! Wait!” He called out but I shot him, but not enough to kill him.

‘For Y/N. For Allison.’ I told myself as I got out of the car. I did some recon and decided to see how many guys he had, double check that the info I got was right.

That night I sat in a car outside the bar once again. I checked my phone and saw Garcia had called me. I wasn’t sure if I should open the voicemail or not, but before I could decide I already pressed play.

“Hey, it’s me. Hotch asked me to try all your numbers, and I have this as an old listing, and you probably don’t even use it anymore, but if it is you and you’re out there, come home, please. God, Emily, what did you think? That we would just let you walk out of our lives? I am so furious at you right now! Then I think about how scared you must be, hiding in some dark place all alone. But you’re not alone, okay? You are not alone! I know this is Y/N and you can’t lose him, but what about Allison? She needs her mother right now and-”

“Is that mommy?” Allison’s voice sounded at a distance, but I could still hear her.

“Allison! I thought Spencer was watching you until your grandparents came?” Garcia asked.

“I heard you say my mommy’s name! Is it her? Can I talk to her?” She asked.

“No sweetie, I’m leaving your mommy a voicemail, but why don’t you just say what you want to her. She’ll hear it when she listens to it.” Garcia said and I heard her take the phone.

“Mommy! Where are you and where’s daddy? I miss you guys! Uncle Reid said you’re playing a big game of tag with a friend! I wanna play tag with you guys! So please come home so we can play okay? I love you!” She said.

“That was really good Alli.”

“Alli? Alli! There you are!” I heard Reid say.

“Go with Uncle Reid okay?” Garcia said and after a few seconds I heard a door close.

“Come home for us and your daughter. We can find Y/N together.” She said and then the call ended. Sadness filled my body, but then I saw him. No time to cry. I put in my ear plugs and took out a large gun. I got out the car and shot into the second car. Once the window was broken and I was close enough I threw a flash grenade in and moved to the other side of the car.

“I only want Doyle! Where’s Doyle? I asked.

“Right here, Love.” He said and I turned around to see him. He shot me twice before I could do anything.

“Right here.” He added. He walked over to me while I was on the ground and opened my jacket to see I was wearing a bulletproof vest.

“There it is.” He said and I coughed, he knocked the wind right out of me.

“Hello, Love.” He said. They took me back to where they were hiding out and I was tied to a chair. I looked around the room and I saw him.

“Y/N?” I asked and he looked up. He was chained to the wall and had dried blood on his face, chest, and stomach.

“What did he do to you?” I asked but before he could answer someone walked up behind me and placed their hand on my neck, not enough for pain.

“You didn’t watch the take I left you huh?” He asked, his irish accent thick, but not enough that you couldn’t understand him.

“Didn’t have time.” I said.

“Where’s my ring?” He asked and I saw Y/N look at me confused. He never knew anything about this part of my life…

“I flushed it.” I answered and he chuckled, I myself gave a nervous laugh.

“I spent seven years in hell because of that ring.” He said and moved his hand down to open my shirt. I heard Y/N fight against the chains that were holding him, but I couldn’t look at him.

“So now, I’m going to give you another gift, one you won’t get rid of so easily.” He said. He opened my shirt just enough to reveal my bra.

“Get away from her! Hurt me instead!” I heard Y/N shout as he walked away from me.

“A four-leaf clover should be a nice addition to your other tattoos.” He said ignoring my husband’s pleas. He walked back over with the equipment to give me a tattoo.

“You still have two right?” He asked and I heard Y/N stiffin.

“Yep… and that’s enough ink, thanks.” I couldn’t show him any fear.

‘For Y/N. For Allison.’

“Ink?” He asked with a laugh.

“North Koreans can’t afford ink.” He said with a smirk.

“No, no.” He said shaking his head.

“They brand themselves.” He said and grabbed the pen to brand me. He grabbed my hair and I could hear Y/N fighting against the chains again.

“The more you fight, the more this will hurt.” He said, I couldn’t hide the fear now. The pen touched my skin and screams left my mouth as he burned the clover into my chest.

Once he was finished he put everything away. He kneeled in front of me and I knew I had to try.

“Why are you doing this? You have me. Let him go.” I said looking at my husband for a split second than back to Ian, who was now buttoning my shirt back up.

“Hey. FBI grabbed Fahey.” One of his guys said coming into the room. I knew his voice.

“Her people. It won’t be long before he starts squealing and they’re banging on our door.” He said and I heard a gun in his hands.

“Do what you have to so we get the hell out of here.” He added. Ian stood up and looked unhappy to say the least.

“I know what you want.” I said looking up at him.

“Do you really?” He asked not taking his eyes off his friend.

“You want Lauren Reynolds back. I can do that. I can be her.” I said and he looked down at me.

“You think that’ll save your skin? And his?” He asked.

“I have no illusions. But I’m tired of this. Of being afraid.” I said. I had to get Y/N out of this alive.

“We don’t have time for this.” His friend said.

“We’ll make time.” Ian said, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What about Fahey?” He asked.

“I’ll take care of Fahey. He smokes, right?” Ian asked looking back at his friend.

“Aye.” He said.

“Looks like you earned yourself a reprieve.” He said looking back at me but left the room.

He came back in the room with a chair. There was no time for Y/N and I to talk and I knew he wanted answers. He didn’t know I use to be a spy. He didn’t know why he was in the situation.

“And what is it you do… Lauren?” Ian asked sitting down in front of me.

“I’m looking to get into business with a former I.R.A. Captain who’s gone freelance. Valhalla.” I said just like that night all those years ago.

“But since this is sensitive… il vaudrait peut-être mieux en discuter en privé.” (it might be better to discuss this privately) I added just like that night.

“Tu es plein de surprises, n'est-ce pas?” (You're full of surprises, aren't' you?) He said back to be in french.

“laissez-moi sortir de ceux-ci.” (Let me out of these.) I said and he smiled.

“That’s not how it went.” He said getting up.

“Je ne peux pas te rendre heureux avec les menottes” (I can’t make you happy in handcuffs.) I said to him. He walked behind me and made it seem like he was going to kiss my neck, instead he grabbed it and I let out a small moan of pain.

“You really think I’d let you fool me twice?” He said in my ear.

“I just wanted-”

“I know what you wanted, a way into my head. But I changed the locks. So you’re gonna suffer the way I suffered.” He said and walked over to Y/N.

“It won’t be the first time you’ve killed an inocent, but it will be the first time you have to watch. He said with a smirk.

“Liam!” He called and everything went so fast. He went on to beat, stab, burn, carve, electrocute, pretty much anything he could think of he did to my poor husband and there was nothing I could do.

“What about Declan?” I called out making him stop. He stormed over to me and took me off the chair.

“So you finally figured out what all this is about…” He said holding me roughly.

“I never told anyone the truth about Declan. You were the only one and you put him in your profile, didn’t you?” He growled at me.

“Yes.” I answered.

“For two years, I didn’t talk. The North Koreans used everything you gave them against me! It wasn’t until they showed me these…” He said and pulled out a picture of Declan and his nanny tied up with tape on their mouths and someone holding a gun at them. I knew that picture, I was the one holding the gun.

“They laughed at me as I wept. And you caused all of this, didn’t you?” He growled.

“Yes, I did.” I said.

“That corner right there, that’s where he died.” He said point at the corner next to Y/N.

“And that’s where your husband is going to die.” He said and shoved me into the wall next to him. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Y/N.

“There’s something you don’t know about those photos.” I said making him stop.

“After your arrest, I relocated louise and Declan and then I got a call. Interpol had sent back our profile. The head of the terrorism division wanted more dirt on you so they could break you.” I said.

“So you used my son as a promotion.” He said rather than asked.

“No. I wouldn’t let him be a pawn. The things they would have done to him to get you to talk… But I knew, even if I didn’t cooperate, they were going to find him eventually. So I had to-”

“Had to what!?” He growled and moved closer to me lowering his gun.

“I had to end his suffering before it could begin.” I said and he backhanded me. Better his anger on me than Y/N.

“What did you do?” He asked picking me up off the floor making me stand.

“You put him in the profile. What else did you do?” He asked.

“I put him in the profile after the pictures were taken.” I said.

“You don’t know when the pictures were taken. You don’t know that.” He said.

“Yes I do. I’m the one holding the gun.” I said. He screamed and shoved me to the ground. I looked over at Y/N and saw he was shocked.

“You wanna hear his last words to me?” I asked and he kicked me in the stomach.

“He said, ‘I looked pretty good for a dead kid, didn’t I?’ and then he got on the plane and I never saw him again.” I said out of breath.

“He’s alive!?” He shouted at me, kicking me again.

“Just because I held a gun to him doesn’t mean I shot him. I only had to make you and the North Koreans believe he was dead.” I said and he picked me up and grabbed me. He smashed me into the wall.

“No you’re lying!” He said reaching for his gun.

“I beat you Ian! Before you even got out of North Korea. I beat you ‘cause I gave Declan his life back.” I said choking him.

“I’ll find him.” He choked out.

“No you won’t. ;cause ever since you told me my people have Fahey I’ve been stalling you.” I said and then the power went out.

“That’ll be them.” I said with a smirk. I knocked him down next to Y/N and smacked him in the face with a wooden stick on the ground. I tossed it to the side after a few his and he grabbed it. He stabbed Y/N in the stomach and he groaned.

“No!” I shouted.

“Where is he? Where’s Declan, Emily?” Ian asked.

“You’ll never know.” I said and we heard gun fire. I was too busy dealing with Y/N to noticed he ran.

“We need to help him!” I said with tears in my eyes.

“We need a medic!” Morgan called.

Everything happened so fast. Everyone rushed in and they got Y/N off the wall. They took him and he was barely conscious. We all rushed to the hospital and I called Y/N’s parents to check on Allison. They said they would be right over even though it was late. They told me Allison was already up, worried about me and her father. They arrived and Allison ran into my arms.

“Where’s daddy?” She asked looking around the room.

“Daddy got really hurt playing tag.” I said and her face saddened.

“Is he gonna be okay?” She asked and I smiled at her. Before I could answer the Doctor walked in.

“Everything is going to be fine.” He said and I sighed in reliaf.

“Can we see daddy?” Allison asked and I bit my lip.

“Of course you can.” He said and lead us to his room. Allison and I were the only ones to go in. I walked over to the bed and placed Alison down. She hugged him and I saw him flinch but he ignored it for his daughter.

“Was the game of tag fun? Did you win?” She asked him.

“Yeah, we won baby.” He said with a smile.

“Yay!” She said and then yawned.

“God to sleep baby, we have all day tomorrow to hang out.” He said to her and she nodded. Her eyes fluttered shut and she fell asleep in his chest.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered after a few minutes.

“It’s okay. I knew the risks when I married you, better me than her.” He said looking down at our sleeping daughter.

“You shouldn’t have come looking for me on your own.” He said and I shook my head.

“If I didn’t you wouldn’t be here right now.” I said and he grabbed my hand.

“I love you.” He said with a smile.

“I love you too…” I said and kissed him.

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springbeauty iv

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Everyone has been super amazing and sweet, I can’t believe it! Thank you all so much for being so great to me, it really means a lot. I hope you will enjoy this chapter!

warning: none just lots of adorable sadie and awesome sister mellie!

“Aunt Belle!” Sadie yelled as she ran from her father’s truck over to where her uncle and his girlfriend were busying themselves on the porch of the double-wide trailer with their small garden and cleanup. Clyde was sitting on the steps, deadheading flowers from a large pot while Belle was on her knees nearby, planting a new set of flowers near the railing. Hearing his niece yell all excited and running towards them, Clyde felt his lips twitch to a small smile at seeing his girlfriend look up from her project.

“Hi, sweetie!” Belle gushed as she turned her torso for the young girl’s body to tackle her, being careful not to fall back on the flower bed. Hearing Sadie giggle excitedly as Belle snuggled her cheek against the child’s blonde hair, the woman grinned. “Be careful, okay? I have dirt on my hands right now and I don’t want to get your pretty dress all messy.”

“I don’t care!” Sadie declared proudly as she kissed Belle’s cheek before hopping over to Clyde, who remained in his spot as he made room for her to jump on him next. “Hi, Uncle Clyde! Your nose looks all better now!” Sadie pressed another kiss to her uncle’s scruffy cheek, making him chuckle at her never ending sweetness. “Are you pulling bad flowers out of the daisies? What you’re doing is removing deadheads!”

“Mmhm,” Clyde nodded as Sadie dropped herself on his lap and pulled the basket pot closer.

“I’m going to help,” Sadie said with a determined tone. “I’ve done this plenty with Aunt Belle, so I’m really good at it.”

“Do you remember what kind of daisies those are, Sadie?” Belle asked as she went back to softening the dirt with her trovel as Jimmy made his way up the yard.

The little girl looked at the red colored flowers for a long moment, allowing Clyde to reach around her to snag a wilted head and tossed it away. “They’re called the happy daisies, I know that…or cheery daisies,” she mumbled as Belle nodded in agreement, encouraging her to go on. “Gerby...Gerbert?”

“Close, they’re called gerbera daisies,” Clyde answered casually, making Belle giggle as he patted Sadie’s back with his right hand. “You’re gettin’ to be smarter than me with flowers, kid.”

The bright grin on Sadie’s face was like the sun in summer, making Clyde smile back as his niece proceeded to do his job.

“Makin’ my kid know ‘bout flowers and makin’ her ramble about what color roses mean when I take her shoppin’,” Jimmy scowled playfully as Belle tossed a small ball of dirt at his already dirty jeans. He laughed when Belle shook her head. “I gotta tell ya how she told me to make up to Syl by what color roses to get her last time she got mad at me!”

“I don’t think any sort of flower bouquet can translate to Sylvia ‘My name is Jimmy Logan and I was stupid in forgetting that I need a healthier diet and not bacon-covered donuts’,” Belle mimicked teasingly back to him as he feigned hurt. “At least Sadie knows how to help you when I won’t.”

“Clyde, I swear to God you have the most ruthless woman,” Jimmy faked pain as he nudged his foot at Belle’s rear, making her smack his leg with a laugh. “Hey sweet pea, why don’t ya tell Belle what’cha got today for the campin’ trip?”

“I picked out my own tent!” Sadie squealed, jumping up from Clyde’s lap. She hurried over to the crouched woman and begged her to get up by bouncing. “I gotta show ya, Aunt Belle! It’s a tent that I can have all to myself when we go campin’! Please come see it, Aunt Belle!”

“I’m coming, sweetie,” Belle nodded as she wiped her hands on her jeans, getting helped up by the little girl and practically being dragged across the ground to the back of Jimmy’s truck.

Finding the distance well enough between the girls, Jimmy rolled his head playfully to his brother with pursed lips and bashful eyes. Clyde narrowed his brows at him and leaned back at the unusual, flirty behavior from him.

“Are you excited for the weekend?” Jimmy asked in a girlish whisper, popping his foot. “Gonna get yerself a fiesty bride-to-be by Monday, bein’ all romancin’ and stuff?”

The plan Clyde had on where to propose to his girl was someplace personal to the Logan family. Every year the Logan brothers took a family camping trip to a secluded campsite where their parents had their proposal; a tradition specifically reserved for the boys to learn where their father brought their mother to a scenic field by the river and proposed with the sunshine and nature being the soundtrack. Clyde remembered how he listened to his dad’s story growing up by the campfire and how he dreamed of proposing to his own girl in the same spot when he grew up. To him, with how Belle loved fresh air and understanding how this camping trip was very special to the brothers, it couldn’t be any more perfect for proposing with the ring he carried on his person every day for safekeeping.

“Are you just going to keep teasin’ me until I ask?” Clyde asked Jimmy as he kept behaving so weird.

“Oh naw, baby brother,” Jimmy grinned. “I’m gonna keep teasin’ ya after she says yes and you two gonna be cuddling like teenagers in yer tent.”

Rolling his eyes, Clyde went back to his small chore with the flower pot. “At least know that I appreciate ya invitin’ Sylvia along to look less suspicious. With Dayton seemin’ to send messages non stop online, don’t want her to think I’m tryin’ to keep her away from runnin’ in to him.”

“He still buggin’ Belle?” Jimmy frown, losing all sorts of humor at the mention when Clyde shrugged. “The hell?”

“Well with Belle bein’ busy with the flower shop and comin’ home in time to see me, she doesn’t think much of it until she sees the messages.” Plucking a deadhead off and tossing it to the pile, Clyde took a deep breath. “If anythin’, Belle seems very annoyed about it ‘cause he brings up Charlotte and how shady I am.”

“Is she? Belle ain’t hiding nothin’ from you ‘bout this, even though he’s her friend from home?”

“That’s the odd part, she don’t really seem to take him as a friend like she normally would. She don’t treat Dayton any closer than she does with Mel, and I dunno if that’s just ‘cause Mel is a girl or what,” Clyde sighed. “I just don’t like seein’ her irritated with it, is all. She’s not holdin’ on to it for long and leaves it at the end of the day, but I don’t want her worryin’ during the trip.”

“Well, good thing there’s no cell service!” Jimmy threw his hands up like he was praising in church. “This proposal’s gonna be easy!”

“What proposal?”

Jimmy jumped like a frightened cat at Belle standing behind him with Sadie on her back, looking at the older Logan with a raised brow as he began stammering. Carefully setting the little girl down on the grass, Belle allowed Sadie to cling to her and hold her hand. “Jesus, when Sadie wanted to sneak up on you, I wasn’t expecting you to react like that. Sorry about that, Jimmy…”

“N-nah, not like that,” Jimmy breathed as Sadie laughed at him.

“So what’s this proposal thing you were saying is going to be easy?” Belle asked casually, a polite smile on her face as Clyde finally stood up a bit too quickly.

“Jimmy wants to make a proposal to the bank ‘bout expanding his store,” Clyde blurted, catching his girl’s attention. “With how good business is with the one store, he’s thinkin’ ‘bout setting one up out somewhere else…”

“Oh really?” Belle perked. “Wow, that sounds amazing, Jimmy! If you need help setting up a presentation or practice talking, let me know. I’m sure Sylvia is probably already helping you with it, but another set of ears won’t hurt.”

Clyde sent a sharp glare to his brother, who instantly went along with it. “Y’know, since Syl’s gonna hit the road after the campin’ trip, it might help if ya take a look. Since you seem to prove that the Jimmy Logan Charm don’t work on everybody…”

Belle rolled her eyes before bumping her hip against Sadie. “I made some cinnamon apple cookies this morning, want to be my official taste tester, angel?”

“Yeah! Apples are healthy and taste really good!” Sadie jumped excitedly as she hurried past Clyde up the porch. Belle snickered and got on the first two steps to be leveled with Clyde, stopping for a moment to press a kiss to his cheek as he stared dangerously at Jimmy. Once Belle got inside the trailer, Jimmy dared to meet his brother’s eyes with slight hesitation.

“That was a close call,” Jimmy whispered.

“Sometimes I really wanna kick yer ass…”

Jimmy pouted his lips. “But you love me enough not to…”

Clyde’s internal turmoil lifted as soon as he saw Belle setting Sadie on the kitchen counter after washing their hands and holding out the tupperware filled with the sweet smelling cookies. Seeing Sadie get excited by picking out a cookie and taking the first bite while Belle asked if she wanted something to drink, Clyde went over to return the cheek kiss while Jimmy attempted sneak by and steal a bite of Sadie’s cookie. Clyde felt better when Belle caught his brother’s ear and tugged him away from his daughter’s treat, making him chuckle. He wasn’t sure how Belle does it…

“What do’ya mean I gotta pay in advance?”

“The flowers you’re looking for by the time you plan to have your wedding ceremony won’t be in season, so we will have to take care of them in the greenhouse to make sure they’re available for you. The prepaying plan goes to taking care of your flowers, like electricity, the soil and -”

“Did I ask you for a list? You think I’m stupid?”

Mellie watched from behind her magazine as Belle stood professional and calm with the angry woman chewing gum. Poorly bleached hair and obvious acrylics with encrusted diamonds to hide the cracks, Mellie could practically smell the cheap desperate housewife vibes this particular bitch was trying to go for. Not only was she being particularly loud with her voice, but the Logan sister was so close to throwing a punch for all that gum smacking. It was amazing how Belle was maintaining such a sweet and customer-service persona like it was second nature.

“You own this establishment? Ya sound like ya own this place with these prices,” the snippy woman snapped at Belle, pointing her painted finger at her.

Belle shook her head politely. “No, I do not, ma’am. The owner is actually out of town for a family emergency, but will be back -”

“I wanna talk to the manager - the owner, someone! Jus’ not you. You’re pissin’ me off with your voice!”

Belle tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, keeping her cool. “He will be back on Friday,” she told the frantic woman softly. “If you would like to leave your contact information and make an appointment to discuss -”

“I’m comin’ back on Friday, and be damn sure I will be tellin’ ‘em ‘bout how this customer service is,” the woman threatened plainly before stalking out of the shop, the bell jingling wildly as she left to the parking lot. Both Belle and Mellie waited until she got into her car, slamming the door shut and drive off before Mellie watched her best friend turn around and release a breath.

“Whoever plans on marryin’ that bridezilla better have a thick wallet to shove in her mouth, jus’ to shut her up,” Mellie groaned dramatically as she slapped the magazine down. “Honey, I don’t know how you do it, keepin’ your sweet face on like nothin’ is wrong.”

“She wasn’t all that bad,” Belle shrugged as she reached for one of Mellie’s fries from her to-go box from the burger joint nearby.

“Belle. Baby.” Mellie narrowed her sights on Belle as she ate the fry. “My sweet flower angel who I love and would have totally cut that bitch with her ugly-ass nails…”

“Okay, she was pretty bad,” Belle giggled before she could continue with her monologue of numerous nicknames and promises. “I mean, I know I’m not from around here and all but...is my voice that annoying in these parts?”

“No, Belle, you just sound like you know what you’re doing while being an absolute sweetheart!” Mellie leaned back on her little wooden chair by the cashier counter, crossing her arms. The flower shop was remodeled from an old house that was purchased by an old couple who adore the rustic aesthetic, decorated like a little girl’s dream house filled with flowers. It was like a cute wonderland with little outdoor tables and wooden chairs and fake birds settled in the many pots and flower beds inside the main floor of the house while the backyard had a small greenhouse and upstairs was storage.

“That lady was all nasally, with all her gum chewin’ and junk. So close to giving her a piece o’ my mind,” Mellie growled lowly as Belle took the other seat across the small table. Belle giggled at her best friend’s rant as she shoved her fries in her mouth. “Would’a given her a real reason to wanna talk to the owner, ‘cause then I be buried alive by ya boss.”

“Not when you take care of his wife’s hair so well,” Belle laughed. “Besides it was her wedding, I’m sure she’s nervous and wants everything to go smoothly with every detail. Flowers can be very influential for something so important as weddings.”

“Speaking of,” Mellie smoothed in closer to Belle, “if you were to make your own weddin’, what would you be doin’?”

Belle glanced to Mellie and raised a brow, making the woman grin. “C’mon, Belle. Don’t tell me you never thought of your own weddin’ before. And you’ve been handlin’ how many wedding orders since you’ve worked here? It’s common girl chat, lets have some fun - you’re not busy!”

Belle sighed and gave in. “Okay, only because you’re going to be real with me, too.”

“Deal!”

“Okay, wedding wedding wedding…” Belle thought over carefully, drumming her fingers on her knees. “If I were to get married...I’d probably want something simple. I don’t need a big, fancy venue or ballroom. I don’t like the idea of spending so much money on my own wedding, I could get married in a backyard and still be happy about it.”

“So simple of you, but so expected,” Mellie teased adoringly, making her friend smile. “I’d totally go for a weddin’ ceremony at those fancy wine orchards. All nice with rows of grapes and flowers, not to mention the wine!”

“Wine is good,” Belle laughed. “How about the dress?”

“Well, I think you would look absolutely beautiful in a old-school dress; a short, frilly skirt and something lace for sleeves - absolutely darlin’,” Mellie swooned. “Maybe have one of those flower crowns instead of a veil? You’d make that by yourself, of course.”

Belle giggled and took the magazine to flip through. “I can see you wearing those dresses you would see in those wedding photos online,” she retorted back, shaking her head. “Something to show off your curves and boost your chest a bit. Heart-shape neckline and maybe some sparkles.”

“So much sparkles,” Mellie corrected. “I’d do my own nails and hair, too, all curly and up in a nice hairdo. I’ll do yours too, Belle, with a special discount.”

“As long as you let me make your bouquet. I already have some in mind for yours,” Belle warned with a bright smile. “Baby’s breath for an accent of innocence - even though you’re far from it - they’re year-round and very cute; dahlias to represent your strong but wise personality, and gardenias for such a happy occasion for Mellie and they smell very sweet.”

“Can I get some tulips in that mix?” Mellie asked expectantly. “If I can’t have roses in my bouquet, I at least want some tulips.”

“White or very light-colored tulips to represent love,” Belle nodded. “I’ll have it wrapped in a big pink bow, because I know that’s your favorite color and you would want your bridesmaids to wear something pink.”

“Perfect!” Mellie praised. “I’ll make sure you look like a goddess and clean all that dirt from under your nails. No fake nails or nothin’, but I’m gonna paint them cute… What would your flower arrangement be, though? I need to think for a color.”

“That’s top secret.”

The blonde woman sat up and stared at Belle, who didn’t bother to look her way as she gave her a hard stare. “Am I hearin’ ya right? Little Belle, who can talk my ear off at any given time ‘bout flowers and what they mean, and you mean to tell me that your weddin’ flowers are a secret? What are you hidin’ from me?”

“Nothing!” Belle laughed as she dropped the magazine. “Just that my bouquet is very special to me if I were to ever get married, okay?”

“So, if you were to marry my brother, or something,” Mellie drawled, smirking as she saw Belle’s cheeks going pink and refused to look her in the eye. “What? You gettin’ all mushy on me now, ‘cause I mention Clyde in the conversation?”

“Mellie!”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of marryin’ my brother, it’s okay, honey,” Mellie snickered playfully as she poked her friend’s cheek and pulling back when Belle dared to try and bite her finger. “Ohh, now you’re a snappin’ turtle? That’s tellin’ me enough.”

“You know how Clyde is, okay? I don’t want him thinking anything weird if you told him that I have some thought of it…” Belle took a deep breath and got up from the chair and Mellie watched her grab the hose to sprinkle mist on a set of roses and lilies. “But I’m not interested in pushing him with something like that. You know how he is, with relationships and all that.”

“You think he wouldn’t ever wanna marry?” Mellie furrowed her brows. Seeing how her best friend hesitated, she sighed and leaned on her chair towards her. “Belle, baby, you know he loves you more than anythin’ else in the world.”

“I know, and I love him too,” Belle nodded. “That’s why I’m happy where we are right now, and I don’t need him doing anything beyond what he’s comfortable with. Getting married isn’t a necessity for me if Clyde isn’t ready.”

Mellie began to coo as she got up from her chair and scurried over to pull Belle into a hug, hiding her face in Belle’s hair and neck to hide her happy tears. “Sweet pea, you are just too much!” Mellie sighed and leaned her weight on her friend.

“What - Mellie, be careful!” Belle blushed at feeling her friend snuggling up to her. “What is up with you? Are you okay?”

“Jus’ rememberin’ how Clyde would be all sad when he came home,” Mellie muttered emotionally. “He’d try and go on dates, but it’d never work our ‘cause nobody looked past his injury and how shy he is; tellin’ me and Jimmy that he’ll probably die alone and lonesome, and now look at him, with my best friend and so in love that it makes me wanna barf!”

Belle rolled her eyes as she was careful in turning around with the hose in her hand to return the hug and pat her friend’s back. Mellie whined in a sob as she snuggled Belle in the shop. “I’m so happy you’re with Clyde, Belle - you two really make true love exist, like a love story I wanna tell my kids someday!”

“Okay okay, Mel,” Belle hushed her carefully. “Don’t cry on me now, no one needs to come in here and see you crying in the store.”

“Screw ‘em, they’ll just be jealous ‘cause I ain’t cryin’ on their shoulder!”

While Belle couldn’t resist a laugh at Mellie’s usual personality of maintaining her stubbornness, the jingle of her cell phone went off on the counter, catching both women’s attention. Belle sighed and carefully patted Mellie’s shoulder. “Can you check that for me, please, Mellie? I want to finished with this first since the sun is so hard right now,” Belle asked.

“Yeah,” Mellie rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms and went to the counter. Pulling up the screen, Mellie’s face scrunched as Belle continued with her job. “Says it’s Dayton White sending a message through Facebook.”

“What does it say this time?” Belle sighed as she checked a rose that had a slightly withering leaf. She allowed Mellie to unlock her phone and open the rarely used app.

“It’s a link to the public records of Monroe,” Mellie frowned. “Is he still tryin’ t’ talk smack about my brother to you? What the hell is this guy’s deal?”

“He’s been like that ever since we were kids,” Belle shrugged. “He’ll dig dirt on any guy who shows interest in me and make a big deal about it. It doesn’t matter what it is, crime, smoking cigarettes or whatever, if it’s not similar to him and his health.”

“But he already knows that you were told about what we did five years back…”

“Yes, but that doesn’t stop him from being so paranoid,” Belle said as she shut the hose off and went behind the counter. “Although he doesn’t agree with me being with Clyde, I gave it to him when he invited me to lunch the other day and he has backed off.”

“You went to lunch with him?” Mellie’s eyes snapped to her from scrolling through the past chat. Belle trusted her enough to look through her phone as she pleased.

Nodding, Belle rested her elbows on the wooden counter. “Yeah, I told Clyde about it and all, but he was being pushy with me with asking questions about my relationship with Clyde. Asking me if he has any access to my inheritance or brings up his share of the scam; he knows he has no evidence to get to Clyde, but he pissed me off enough for me to snap.”

“Oh Belle,” Mellie exhaled. “What happened, honey?”

“I explained to him that, if he wants to remain in friendly contact with me, he needs to be civil and respectful to Clyde,” Belle said stiffly. “I kinda went off on him about the last time we saw each other and how he really has no right to be so judgmental towards people in my life. He was quiet for a bit, but eventually agreed to back off.” Belle stole a glance and saw that Mellie was about to ask further on that, making her quick to add on, “Can you check the link for me?”

Mellie did so and made a face. “It’s just Joe Bang’s file...not a flatterin’ picture of him.”

“Is it the one of him making a stink face at the camera?”

“Yes… Wait, it says here he broke into an adult-theme store back in the eighties?” Mellie gasped as she went through the list, making Belle snort a laugh. “Belle! You gotta give me some dirt on this!”

“I’m not telling you that story about my uncle. Not unless you get me drunk enough to have no filter. And, believe me, it takes a lot for me to confess.”

“Well then, I’m gonna snag ya when you clock out and forcing Clyde to help me out, ‘cause I ain’t missing this story. If you can’t give me the detail on your secret flower bouquet, then I want this and I will get it!” Mellie promised and Belle laughed at her friend’s insistence. “I’ll start tossin’ dollars at him and make him feel like a sexy stripper to get those drinks, I don’t care!”

Fun fact: I don’t remember if they said how old Sadie was in the movie, but I like to think she’s between 8-10 years old in this fic?

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