#and logan would jus answer normally

[humuhgod]

wade: snork mimimimi

logan: :)

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I was thinking of something where Reader comes back smellin like booze all drunk, and normally Logan hates her but he helps clean her always ❤️‍🩹

Fridays

Summary: You arrive at Logan’s and Wades shared apartment, drunk. Normally Wade is there to help you, but this time it’s only Logan.

(Find what I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Pairings: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking, drunkenness

Work count: 1040

Fridays…

Logan’s least favourite day of the week, when you and Wade would go out drinking, you’d both come back drunk, then you’d have obnoxious giggles while you painted Wades nails and watched Finding Nemo with a bowl of chocolate covered popcorn.

It didn’t bother him at first, but then he saw how Wade would get touchy with you. And it didn’t bother him, except for the fact that he knew alcohol didn’t effect Wade as much as it would you. So when Wade guided you inside by your waist, something you’d never let him do sober, Logan was just annoyed. Then Wade started flirting, touching your thighs and stroking your cheek while you were drunk. Wade never seemed the type to force anything on a drunk woman though, which was why it bothered Logan so fucking bad.

So when you came to their apartment alone. Logan was confused. You smelt horrible too. Like weed, which you didn’t smoke, and then there was the scent of whiskey. He knew you were underage drinking, and that you had a meeting in the morning, so of course he was concerned.

“Where’s Wade?” Logan asks, brewing a pot of coffee as you stumble in.

“Oh he’s out fucking some girl he met…” You giggle a little, closing and locking their door behind you before resting your forehead on the wood.

“Language, kid.” It annoyed you when he called you that, at least when you were sober it did.

“Kid?” You smirk, walking towards him with an obnoxious sway to your hips that only made Logan snicker.

“Why the fuck did you come here without Wade?”

“I don’t wanna be alone…” You whisper, your finger coming up to the top button on his red flannel but he stops you, his voice low.

“Go take a shower, you smell like shit.”

“It’s jus’ weed…”

“You’re smoking weed?”

“No, Wade had some…”

“Go shower, I’ll find you some clothes of Wade…”

“No…” You say flatly, like a child denying broccoli.

“No?”

“Wanna smell like you… I like you, not Wade…” You arms suddenly come to wrap around his waist, and he gently pulls you off.

“Can you even fucking walk?”

“How do you think I got here…?” He stays quiet, as if expecting you to answer for him. “I didn’t walk… Wade got an Uber then Matthew had to walk me up the steps.”

“Matthew?” You nod.

“Mhm, the Uber guy…”

“Holy shit you’re a fucking mess…”

“Can you help me?”

“Help you what?”

“Take a bath…” He stares down at you, and you swear his heart stopped a beat or two. “Normally Wade helps when I’m drunk… I almost drowned last time…”

“Mess…” He says under his breath. “Fine, let’s go.” He hooks his arm under your legs and lifts you bridal style, making you giggle.

Once he reaches the bathroom, he sets you down and turns on the water, waiting until it was the right temperature before turning around, only to be met with you, shirt and pants already thrown to the floor, and you are now struggling with the clip on your bra.

“Fuck…” You mumble.

“Here, let me see.” He turns you around before you can even respond, and your bra is off in record time.

“Thanks…” You say shyly, then work to remove your pantries, noticing in the mirror that Logan wasn't staring. Oh so respectful as usual.

You couldn’t deny it. Whether you were drunk, sober, tired, or completely rested, you could never deny your feelings for Logan. Since the day you first saw him…

Your were doing Wades nails in his room, watching a movie you can’t remember the name of, you weren’t drunk, you hadn’t started drinking until after meeting Logan. But he had walked in in the middle of you doing Wades pinky, only a towel around his waist, and your eyes immediately fell down to his v-line, admiring his wet abs as he came asking if Wade had seen Logan’s cologne, which he hadn’t. But you couldn’t take your eyes off him, you didn’t even notice you were staring until Wade tapped your arm and then you were so embarrassed… From that day forward, you refused to visit until you were drunk. At least then you wouldn’t remember anything humiliating you might do…

You had gotten into the tub, Logan already kneeling beside it with your own dedicated loofa in his hand, already rubbing soap over your arms and legs as you dozed off thinking about the first day you unofficially met him. And you were sure he hated you, always avoiding conversation with you whenever you tried to talk.

“Logan…” You mumble his name.

“Yes.”

“I love you…” He pauses his movements, thinking for a moment before continuing.

“Can you sit up a little?” You do.

“Why don’t you say it back?”

“Because you don’t mean that, you’re drunk.”

“I’ll still love you when I’m not.” You look into his eyes, and he knows you aren’t lying.

“I doubt that.” He stops cleaning you, now fully engaged in the conversation.

“Always have… Since the day I first saw you…”

“I didn’t even say hi.”

“I know but you’re hot.”

“So you wanna fuck me, not date me?”

“That too, both…” He lets out a long, deep sigh, hanging up your loofa. “Always thoughts about you fucking me…” He stands up, grabbing a towel. “Rearranging my fucking organs…” Of course, you never thought that maybe being drunk around him was just as bad as sober, if not worse. False confidence was in the market.

“Oh yea?” He pays into it, helping you up and out of the tub before beginning to dry you.

“Mhm… kids too… And marriage…”

“Really?” He sounded like he didn’t believe you.

“Yes, Logan…* You look up at him, feelings hurt when he shows no enthusiasm. “I really, really like you… Like a lot… I love you…” Your voice cracks, and he pulls a hoodie over your head. His hoodie.

“Hey, let’s talk about this in the morning. I’ll bring it up when you wake up…” He takes you out of the bathroom, turning off the lights.

“Can I sleep with you? I normally sleep with-“

“Yes, you can sleep with me…”

[writingsoftheghost]

Caught Up In A(n Illogical) Bet

(Caught up in a bet, but with intruloceit this time)

Deintruality Version Here

Based on this prompt by @kawaiikat54

“Oh, that’s a brilliant idea, Logan! You’re so smart!”

Logan feels his face heat up, “Oh, uhm, thank you, Remus.”

Remus cackles, “Do you mind helping me with some other things? You’re the smartest person here so I wanna get your input.”

Logan’s blush darkens, “Y-Yes, of course. What do you need?”

*****

“Logan, could I borrow your expertise for a moment?” Janus asks when Logan emerges the common room.

“Of course, what can I do for you?”

“Do you think that perhaps my outfit may be a detriment to my goal of gaining acceptance?” Janus examines his capulet critically.

“Hm, I am not the best with emotional connotations, perhaps Patton would be better for—”

“No no,” Janus reaches out and grabs the logical side’s hand before he can turn away, Logan blushes at the unexpected contact, “You have a better understanding of psychology, Patton would merely tell me what I want to hear. You on the other hand tell me what I need to hear. I want your advice.”

“O-Oh, I see. Well, I am flattered that you think of me in such high regards,” Logan’s face is burning, why can’t he just take a compliment? “I think, perhaps, that your outfit has a ‘villainish’ flair due to Thomas’s obsession with cartoons and the way their villains look, but it also looks quite professional, and that has me quite fond of it. I think that maybe, in time, your look will come off as more charming than evil.”

Janus smiles at Logan, “That’s what I’ve been hoping. Thank you, Logan, you’re the best.”

Logan’s face fills with heat again, “Happy to help.” He rushes back to his room, hoping his blush wasn’t as noticeable as it felt.

*****

Janus and Remus discuss Logan’s reaction to positive comments that evening.

“He gets so flustered, hearing that calm of his falter is just perfect!” Remus laughs.

“I know, it’s quite endearing, to see him turn so red all because I thanked him.”

“Oh, that’s nothing, I told him he was smart and I thought he’s burst into flames!” Remus squeals.

“I touched his hand and I swear he needed a minute just to speak again,” Janus counters Remus’s bragging comment.

“Hm, you think you’re better than me, Jan?”

“All I’m saying is that I have a...certain charm with Logan that you simply can’t match.”

Remus scoffs, “Oh yeah? Bet you can’t back that up!”

Janus smirks, “Care to test me?”

Remus relays his idea to Janus, a bet, to see who can make Logan blush more in a week. If Remus loses, he has to take a bath. (“Why do you always bet that?!” “Because you never do it.”) if Janus wins, he makes Remus’s favorite dessert.

The bet began Sunday, it started off simple enough.

“Hey, Logie, how’s the prettiest nerd in the world doing?” Remus coos as he pokes his head around the doorway of Logan’s room.

“I—erm—hello, Remus,” Logan mumbles, his face down, trying and failing to hide the heat in his cheeks. “Can I help you?”

“I was just wondering if you could tell me some interesting ways someone could die in space?”

“Oh!” Logan’s eyes light up

“Well, there’s the obvious ones, lack of oxygen, freezing to death, and the pressure imbalance causing you to...”

Logan continues his list, Remus listens to all of them, asking questions on some. Seeing Logan’s eyes light up when he talks about space is an entirely different experience to Remus.

Later, Logan has a similar experience with Janus.

“Oh, Logan, darling?” The nickname causes an immediate flush of heat to Logan’s face. He turns around in the hallway.

“Yes, Janus?” He squeaks out, fighting to keep some of his composure.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to watch a documentary with me, it’s about psychology, and you’re the only one intelligent enough to appreciate it.”

Logan’s face, which had begun to cool down, quickly heated up again at that. “That-That’s, quite, nice of you to say.”

“I don’t mean it,” Janus says in that obviously lying way he has.

Logan smiles, “I would like to watch the documentary with you.”

*****

The slow start lasts only for the first day. Things quickly start to escalate, Janus starts complimenting Logan’s technique on everything. His posture, the way he folds laundry, just about everything he does. Remus asks for more facts, complimenting Logan on all he knows, and for being patient enough to answer his question. They also compliment Logan on his appearance, the way his hair falls, the light hitting his eyes just so, Janus calls him gorgeous, Remus calls him sexy. Each compliment gets Logan’s face redder than before.

By Wednesday they’ve started using physical touch to get Logan to blush. (Remus was given ground rules almost immediately, “Don’t make him blush like that Remus it doesn’t count”) Janus kisses Logan’s hand in greeting, (Logan squeaks the first time it happens) Remus holds Logan’s hand while he talks, they each play with his hair or stroke his calves while they watch tv. Logan doesn’t know what caused this sudden change to happen, but he found that he didn’t want it to stop.

No one had ever paid this much attention to him! Logan didn’t even know he’d been craving this until he’d had it! They asked for his opinion! And when he gave it they listened! It was all Logan wanted, and the added praise was so much better than Logan ever would’ve thought! The touching was a shock, Logan hadn’t realized how nice it could feel to have someone’s hand in his, or to have someone play with his hair, to have gentle arms wrap around him before going up to bed. To feel someone’s lips press against his forehead when he began to doze off whilst reading on the couch.

Logan tried to think of a reason for the sudden affection, but he was too distracted by how great it felt to receive it to do much investigating. By Friday he’d stopped being shocked when Remus told him he looked incredibly fuckable, or Janus calling him dashing.

Every time he sat down a hand would reach for him, or arms would be opened in invitation, and Logan would blush red and melt into the touch every single time. He’d grown to not only expect the displays, but to enjoy them. But I matter how common it became, Logan couldn’t help but blush each time.

The following Sunday, however, everything was different. When he came downstairs Janus merely said good morning, no comment on the way he’d done his hair. He’d opted for a different hair product, he’d taken to caring a bit more about looking nice since Remus and Janus had started complimenting him. Logan brushes it off, expecting Janus to call him beautiful every time they saw each other was illogical.

But...Remus didn’t say anything to him either, just waved to him on his way out of the kitchen. Logan brushed it off. It wasn’t like he could expect all of that attention to be constant, that was unfair to Janus and Remus. But as the day went on, neither one of them said anything to Logan. He even went so far as to initiate the affection. Sitting next to Remus on the couch while he read, hoping for Remus to wrap his arms around him, or even just hold his hand.

Remus did neither of those things, later Logan tried the same thing with Janus, he got a smile, but nothing else.

Logan began to worry that he’d done something wrong, but they didn’t act like they were angry with him. They spoke to him in the same tone, they didn’t avoid him when he entered the room.

Logan continued to wait, when he went to bed without so much as a hug from either side...he began to really fear he’d made a mistake.

The next day was the same, Logan tried everything, being extra helpful, sitting closer than he normally would on the couch, he’d even done his hair differently and worn a different tie in hopes of garnering some comments on his appearance.

None of that helped, Logan felt sick, he spent the next two days struggling to recall what he could’ve done to ruin it. He’d just discovered how wonderful affection could be, and now it was gone!

By Thursday night Logan has worked himself into a state of such distress that he found he was crying over the schedule he’d been working on. It was late, everyone else had gone to bed, but Logan couldn’t sleep. So he’d decided to be productive, he’d gone down to the kitchen to work at the table, but had ended up dwelling on the situation with Janus and Remus.

Remus entered the kitchen right as a sob rocked Logan’s body. Remus immediately rushed to his side.

“What’s wrong, Logie?” Remus asks worriedly.

Logan’s ashamed at how difficult it is to speak, he can barely get air in, let alone words out. He shouldn’t be crying, it was stupid for him to be crying over this.

“Hey, hey, breathe, baby. Come on, it’s alright.” Remus reaches out and rubs Logan’s back, starting to get really concerned. Logan never cried, and he’s rarely seen anyone cry this hard.

“I ap-apologize-ze,” Logan chokes out.

Remus shakes his head, “For what, Logie? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I-I shouldn’t be falling apart like this, especially over something so...so trivial,” he sighs.

Remus rubs his hand up and down Logan’s back again, leaving his hand resting there, “If it’s upset you this much I doubt it’s small, what happened, baby?”

Logan has just enough shame left to blush at the pet name and the softness with which Remus says it. “It really isn’t a big deal, Remus. I’m sorry to have bothered you with my illogical emotions.” He starts to leave.

“Uh-uh, come here,” Remus reaches for the logical side and pulls him back to the chair he was in, “Tell me what has your tie in a twist.”

“It’s ju-just th-at,” Logan takes a breath, hoping to stop the shake in his voice, Remus’s hand moves on his back again and Logan melts under the touch like he always has.

“Take your time, baby. It’s okay.”

Logan nods and takes another breath, “Did I do something to upset you?”

Remus blanches, “What?”

Logan looks away from the duke, “You and Janus seem to be, uhm, upset with me?”

Remus tugs Logan gently to his lap, Logan is still shaking a little and Remus is starting to worry that the force of holding back tears could make te nerd explode. He pushes the morbid image to the side and asks his next question carefully, “Why do you think that, Lo?”

Logan’s face flushes again, he’s beginning to feel foolish. He had been reading too much into it, and now Remus has seen him cry like a child.

“Lo? Come on, talk to me, you’re scaring me a little.”

Logan clears his throat, he tries to swallow his embarrassment, “Apologies, I—”

“Don’t apologize to me, Lo.”

“Er—anyway, I simply assumed that I’d done something to upset you and Janus, as you’ve stopped, uh...treating me in the manner you’d only recently adopted anyway. It’s illogical, my apolo—”

“Logan...” Logan stops talking, Remus looks like he’s in pain, “Is this because we stopped flirting with you?”

Logan’s face flushes a bright red, “I suppose so, forgive me, I merely—”

“Logan, I love to hear you talk but I’m really gonna need you to be quiet for a minute!” Remus cuts in. Logan shrinks, he must’ve really upset Remus now.

Remus feels Logan tense up in his lap, “No no no, hey hey, I’m not mad. Logie, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that I—we—um...here let’s go get Janus and we’ll talk this out, okay? I’m so sorry, baby. This isn’t your fault, this is ours. I promise you didn’t do anything wrong.” He pulls Logan fully to his chest, holding him securely.

Logan fails to hold back another sob and just lie that he’s crying into Remus’s shoulder. “Oh, baby,” Remus whispers, “it’s alright, it’s gonna be alright.”

“Plea-please don’t let go, I can’t-I can’t,” Remus shushes him.

“I won’t let you go, baby. It’s alright, just breathe, sweetheart.” Remus rubs his back, Logan shakes in his arms, Remus picks him up, “Lets go get, Jan, m’kay?”

Logan nods into his shoulder.

They stop outside of Janus’s bedroom door, before Remus can knock though, Logan stops him. “It’s late,” he whispers to Remus, “We shouldn’t disturb him.”

“He’s still up, and we need to clear some things up. He needs to know what happened,” Remus reaches to knock again.

A pajama clad Janus appears in the doorway. “What do you want, Rem—”

He stops when he sees Logan.

“What’s wrong? Is he alright?”

Logan hides his face further in Remus’s shoulder. “I may have overreacted to—”

“No, Lo, no. I’m gonna explain because you won’t do it without blaming yourself for this.”

Logan lifts his head and looks indignantly at Remus, “But I—”

“Shh,” Remus turns to Janus, “We did something bad, Jan.”

Janus steps into his room, allowing Remus to enter. Remus sits down on the bed, he presses a kiss to Logan’s forehead before he explains what happened.

“Oh, oh, Logan, dearest. This is my fault, I should’ve realized this was a bad idea.”

Logan shakes his head, “It was all for a bet?”

Janus’s heart clenches, “Oh, darling, no. We really care about you, we shouldn’t have shown you just because of a bet. And we definitely shouldn’t have stopped. I’m so sorry.”

Logan nods sadly, “It’s alright, I’m just...glad you’re not mad at me.”

“Baby...” Remus brushes the nerd’s hair from his face, “Would it be alright if we went back to showing you affection?”

Logan’s eyes light up, “You would do that?”

Remus feels a twinge in his chest, “Yeah, baby. If we’d only known you wanted this, we would’ve been doing this long before our stupid bet.”

Janus reaches over and tugs Logan away from Remus and into his own arms, “I’m so sorry, darling. Would you like to stay with me tonight?”

Logan nods tiredly, “That would be...wonderful.”

Remus grins, “Can I stay too? I wanna show our Logie as much love as possible now that I know he likes it.”

Janus hums in agreement, quickly moving Logan to the center of the bed, where he and Remus quickly surround him in a hug, Logan yawns in between them. “Goodnight.”

They each press a kiss to his forehead, “Goodnight, Logan.”

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[when-will-they-interact]

Uhhh, maybe number 10?

10- “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!”

 Saturday morning dawned on Virgil Storm like most other mornings, with bright beams of sunlight falling onto his face at ass o’clock in the morning. Wait. No. He had massive curtains that didn’t really let the sun through, and most mornings he woke to a dark room and the annoyance that was his alarm clock. Virgil groaned, pulling his covers over his face. Of course. That guy he’d brought home last night must have woken up earlier and opened the curtains like a normal person. He was just about to roll over and go back to sleep when a muttered “fuck” from the kitchen caught his attention. So the guy was still here. And judging by the smell, he was trying to make breakfast. Virgil sighed a little on the inside but gave in to fate and got up. He looked around for some clothes, and eventually just tugged on a pair of sweatpants, seeing as the rest of his clothes seemed to have disappeared.

So dressed, Virgil wandered out of his room to find a sight that was just a little too endearingly domestic. The guy- Logan, if Virgil recalled- was setting out two plates of jam-covered toast accompanied by eggs and a massive cup of coffee. His hair was still a tad wild, and he had managed to find Virgil’s favorite hoodie. Virgil’s hand knocked against the wall, causing Logan to look up.

 “Oh, hello. I made breakfast, I hope you don’t mind.”

 “Even I’m not grumpy enough to complain about a hot guy making me good food and caffeine.” Virgil quirked his lips up just a smidge.

 “Well, you might not be so happy when you see the behind the scenes.” Logan replied, shoving his glasses a little further up his nose.

 “…what, exactly, does that mean?” Virgil’s mind was already racing through the worst case scenarios.

 “Er, it’s easier to just show you.” With that, Logan turned and walked back into the kitchen. An apprehensive Virgil followed. A beat of silence ensued.

  “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!” Virgil was lucky the walls were thick here. If not, the neighbors would likely have started banging on the roof with brooms to shut him up right about now.

 “It’s actually quite a funny story, you see, I woke up this morning and tripped on your laundry basket -which was overflowing, to be honest- on my way to the restroom, and so I thought maybe I could just toss my clothes along with yours in the wash, you know, a quid pro quo, so I grabbed the laundry basket and looked for your washing machine, and then I went hunting for the detergent, which I thought I found, because that’s what the thing said, but apparently you keep paint in a detergent container, which I discovered after I tried to use it, so I put everything back in the basket and brought it to the kitchen because I thought I’d try washing them in the sink, and while that was happening I thought if I made you breakfast you might be less mad, and because I was multitasking the washing and the cooking I wasn’t as quick to get to the pot and the bacon caught fire and I panicked and flipped it into the sink to get it underwater but I forgot about the clothes and so those caught fire too and when I finally put the fire out I realized maybe I should just avoid the laundry for a bit and made breakfast and, well, the rest is history.” He somehow managed to deliver the whole tale without drawing breath.

 Virgil stared at the guy, then at his smoldering pile of bright green clothes, then back at the guy, and promptly died of laughter. He was bent full at the waist, gasping for breath, unable to give a coherent response to Logan’s concerned inquiry as to whether or not he was all right.

 “Oh- my- fucking- God- I- oh- fuckin- that’s- you- “ he was completely at a loss for words,

 Still laughing his head off, he stumbled back towards his bedroom, fumbling for his phone to tell his friends the story. This was something even Remus couldn’t top.

  The story was typed with shaking hands and sent into the group chat, most of whom were actually still asleep. That done, Virgil sat down on the bed, still shaking from mild bouts of laughter. Logan was standing in the doorway looking bemused at the reaction.

 “I can buy you new clothes?” he offered tentatively. “And a proper paint container?”

 Virgil had been about to answer the first question when the second set him right off again. Logan finally started to smile as well, the humor catching up to him. In another two minutes both of them were laughing so hard their sides hurt, clutching each other to avoid falling over. Every time it got better, they’d catch the other’s eye and it’d all start over again. Finally, after a good fifteen minutes of this, they’d both calmed down enough to make their way to the table to eat that breakfast that had come from such wild origins. It was about now that Virgil finally realized something about the story.

 “Son of a-“ he reached for his phone again, dialing Remus’ number. “Pick up, pick up, pi- Remus!!!”

 “V? It’s way before time to wake up, what the fuck do you want?”

 “Paint?? In my detergent??? Really??”

 “You got me. One of my better ones, if I say so myself. I can hear you getting ready to yell at me on that end of the line, so I’m gonna hang up now. Ta!”

 Virgil lowered his phone from his ear, glaring at the screen. He looked up to see Logan, once again looking confused.

 “A friend of mine, they’re a prankster of sorts, thought it’d be funny to put paint in the detergent. I swear that typically I actually have detergent in there.” Virgil explained.

 “Ah. Still, my offer to buy you new ones stands.”

 “Nah. I can get more clothes. You could just buy me dinner.”

 Logan’s eyebrows raised.

 Virgil, overthinker that he is, immediately backtracked. “I mean, only if you want to. No pressure or anything- I’ll jus-“

 “I’d love to buy you dinner. When are you free?”

 That’s how it started. And the rest, as Roman said, reading his best man speech 3 years later, was history.  

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anonymous asked: It’s triggering to me to think how some “opinions” will ALWAYS bother me, no matter how much time passes.  Like people say that they only like “adult” Jess and think they’re superior for that. For what? Not understanding his motives when he was a teen? It’s so wholesome to have loved him since the beginning and to see how much he grew! My favorite thing is to watch the characters I relate somehow to grow and do well, to make mistakes and learn from them. Why are people so obsessed with only liking what is already “perfect”? I’m also annoyed by the same reason the last anon mentioned, the way people feel so free to plain hate on Rory. She’s always seen as spoiled or whiny and it’s so sad. I like that she’s so normal and relatable when she’s being the real Rory, let’s say. She’s always been such an interesting character imo. I don’t get why people watch things to trash on characters, actually… I just remembered this mutual of mine that wasn’t even into Gilmore Girls but suddenly decided to watch the rev*val and was so pro Logan after watching it that it took me a lot of strength to not unfollow. Rory has always been judged and hated for stupid reasons and then in the revival she has this awful storyline and does a lot of ooc shit but no one should have seen that and thought “oh no I’m team Logan now! see how much of a gentleman he is? Poor rich boy, if she had told him about the baby he would have married her! 😡🥰” This never goes away, right? I feel like protecting them from antis and I try so hard to not even see what these people think but you know, the show is on Netflix and so many people that watch it just to pass the time and haven’t thought about it at all are out there posting and filling my timeline with their edgy and never before seen (irony) opinions. I just wish they could keep it to themselves or that they’d actually pay attention to what they were watching before /influencing/ other people that never watched to think like them. (You know it happens a lot nowadays, ugh.)

Sorry for venting. Missed you answering asks!!

It’s fine, this was actually pretty nice to read since my opinions are pretty similar on this. I think I’ve gotten used to seeing some pretty terrible takes on the show so I try not to let it bother me as much as it used to, but continuing to see the same bad takes from it is so annoying and tiresome at this point that I just try to redirect any energy I get from it into making edits or complaining to other mutuals of mine about it. The general thing I don’t understand is how some people have this much time and devotion to hating on characters like Rory or particularly Jess if they’re into the show but love Logan/Dean. Like I hate Dean’s behavior throughout so many of his scenes, but you don’t see me devote an entire time of my day or month to hate on him or act like I’m somehow superior for thinking his behavior sucks even before he cheated on his wife with Rory. In comparison, people who hate Jess devote more of their attention to that than actually focusing on discussing their favorite character, or if they do discuss it, they only ever love to paint this incorrect picture that they’ve never done anything wrong in comparison to Jess, who is the devil’s spawn.

For example, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Logan’s fans in particular discuss his bad drinking habit and how he seems to drink to cope any time there’s an issue in his life connected to his father. The only time I’ve ever seen anyone mention it, they’ve outright defended it and even were like “my sweet asshole boy  🥰 “ when he’s obviously got a bad habit that he’s using in order to make himself feel worse but also to distract him from his issues. And I’m not even saying this as like, some sort of fault that Logan should be held accountable for when the main person that’s affected by this is himself. Drinking to cope is just a bad habit in general, and if he was a favorite character of mine I’d like to bring it up but also just be like “It’s obvious that he’s doing this whenever Mitchum puts pressure on him for the family business, and I really wish he’d get help for it or at least proper therapy that makes him stop this habit because it’s just not good for him and he obviously goes back to it every time he has a bad argument with his father.” Admitting to your favorite character’s faults and talking about them isn’t a bad thing, but a lot of people who love Dean or Logan either love to ignore those bad habits or moments on purpose or generally just shrug them off and think they’re not the sole guilty party here, and instead put more blame on Rory. 

And Rory as a result of this just becomes a hated character because people love to prefer her boyfriends to her, even when said boyfriends did or said things that hurt her and she never tried to retaliate against that. The revival example you brought up is something that I particularly hate because as I’ve mentioned before, this idea that Logan fans love throwing around about how Rory is actually so evil for not planning on telling Logan about the baby or at least planning on taking care of it herself is not only extremely false, but it also paints off their favored dynamic in a really negative light. Like one of the reasons that rogans love their relationship is because “Rory can depend on Logan and he can take care of her!”, but when there’s a specific situation like this or even the proposal in season 7 where Logan is planning on uprooting his life and expects Rory to make accommodations for his plans only, but not for him to do the same for her, or in the revival where he wanted her to continue having an affair with him in the revival despite making it obvious that he’s gonna continue with the marriage, then in reality Rory has to be the one to tell him what he should do with his life apparently, because he, as a thirty-something year old man, can’t go against his parents’ wishes to marry an heiress? Or she has to actually change her own entire life for his needs, despite constantly doing this to her own detriment in their relationship when they were dating long-distance or when he cheated on her and she wasn’t allowed to be angry with him about it.  And yeah, another thing that I hate about the show gaining traction again is that so many people just go into it and adapt to whatever popular opinion is out there on social media at this point (particularly about hating Rory as a character), and at times it’s overwhelmingly annoying. There’s definitely a sort of herd mentality on some SM websites like twitter where this happens and after a while it becomes obvious that no one has actually tried to think otherwise about this. 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Won’t You Stay (Part 16)

Summary: The movie has wrapped and is in post-production phase now. With a bit more free time, the reader and Jensen’s parents meet for the first time in Texas...

Masterlist

Square: Mirror Sex

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: mature (language, anxiety, smut (protected sex, mirror sex))

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @spnkinkbingo​​

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Three Months Later

“Y/N, would you calm down. You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” said your mom as she moved about the kitchen. You whined and paced back over to the front room, glancing out the window. “Ethan. She’s doing it again.”

“Sweetie,” called your dad, popping up from the family room and walking around the corner to you. “They are the Ackles, not a pack of wolves.”

“I just really want this to go well,” you said. “They should have been here by now. Waco isn’t that far a drive from Dallas. Maybe they got screwed up with their hotel or something.”

“We told ‘em they could stay here. No use in having a guest room if the guests don’t use them,” said your dad. You looked over at him slowly, rolling your eyes. “That was a good one. I give it a 9.5.”

“Dad! My boyfriend’s family is not staying over our house! What were you thinking? What if they hate you! Or mom! I can’t believe you.”

“Direct a multi million dollar movie? She’s fine. Introduce her parents to her boyfriend’s parents? Apparently it’s the end of time as we know it.”

“Dad,” you groaned, your mom slipping away from the kitchen over to you. “Mom, why would you let him do this?”

“Why are you so nervous? We love Jensen and I’m sure we will love his family too,” she said. 

“Cause what if you guys don’t like each other?” you said.

“If we don’t, then we don’t. It doesn’t affect you and Jensen though, kiddo. Relax,” he said. He rubbed your shoulders and you sighed. “Now go finish setting the table.”

“I already did that,” you said.

“Don’t worry,” said your mom, giving you a peck on the cheek. “They’ll be here real soon.”

You threw your head back and walked away, your parents laughing to themselves as you wandered out the front door and under the front porch. It was a very different style home than the house in LA. That was a massive mansion with beams and dark wood and looked grand. The Waco vacation house though, that was something more like you wanted for yourself someday. It was nice and updated but it was still just a house. A large one but nothing like in LA. 

You remembered picking it out with your dad when you were about five years old. The house didn’t interest you too much but there was a swing on the tree in the backyard that you absolutely fell in love with.

You smiled as you saw a car pull in at the end of the driveway. It wasn’t like you were meeting his parents for the first time. Maybe it was the second time but things would turn out okay. They always did with Jensen.

“Hey,” said Jensen, ducking out of the backseat when the car parked near the garage.

“Howdy partner,” you said, Jensen’s parents and sister getting out as well. “Hi.”

“Nice to see you again, sweetie,” said his mom as you walked over to help with the bags. She gave you a hug and you got a nod from his sister.

“How’s the semester going?” you asked.

“Probably flunked my biology midterm but otherwise awesome,” she said. Jensen rolled his eyes behind her back and she scoffed. “Oh shut up Jenny.”

“Alright, nerd. Most people don’t consider an A- flunking by the way,” he said, handing you over a few bags. “Mac, get your stuff.”

“Are you ever going to relax?” she asked, rolling her eyes as she pulled out a duffel bag. “I cannot believe you date him.”

“He has his moments,” you said. “You may need to end up bunking with my little sister if that’s alright.”

“Ella and Anthony aren’t too much younger than you. I’m sure you three will all get along and find ways to annoy us,” said Jensen.

“Don’t challenge me, Jensen,” she said.

“Behave. You’re a guest,” said his father. He looked at you and nodded before heading towards the front door. 

“He likes you,” said Jensen. 

“He does not,” you said quietly. “He thinks I’m some stupid actor’s stupid daughter.”

“No, he doesn’t,” said Jensen. “I promise. I was super nervous around your dad at first and now we’re good friends.”

“You were also coworkers. Oh God this was a mistake,” you said. 

“Hey, honey. If it is, I promise we can runaway and stay in a hotel room for the weekend, okay?” he said. He kissed your temple and you nodded, helping carry some bags over to the front door where his family was waiting.

“Guys, they’re here,” you called, stepping inside and leading the way for them.

“Hi!” said your mom, coming around the corner from the kitchen quickly. “I’m Dani, Y/N’s mom.”

“You look like her older sister,” mumbled Mackenzie. Jensen elbowed her in the ribs and shot her a dirty look. 

“Ah. Yours are like ours I see,” said your mom.

“You should see them when the oldest is with them,” said Jensen’s mom. She gave your mom a hug, Jensen’s dad giving her a friendly smile. “This is Alan. I’m Donna and this is our youngest Mackenzie.”

“Hi,” said your mom, your dad walking in with your siblings in tow. “This is-“

“He’s the guy!” said Mac, whacking Jensen on the arm. “That guy that’s in that movie you were obsessed with when I was little.”

“Aw, I’m flattered Jensen,” teased Ethan.

“I hate you, Mac,” said Jensen, your dad chuckling.

“Well I’m Ethan and these are our other kiddos, Anthony and then Ella,” he said.

“You’re kinda young if you don’t mind me saying. Sport,” said Alan. You cocked your head, your dad smirking. 

“I always knew that Jensen looked familiar but could never quite figure it out. Alan Ackles. You scared the crap out of me that day,” he said.

“You gotta tease the rookies. I hear Jensen’s gotten plenty of that,” he said.

“Um, do you two know each other?” you asked.

“Not really but we worked together once, way back on a local commercial in Dallas. It was my very first acting job before I moved to LA. I must have been seventeen years old,” said your dad, shaking Alan’s hand.

“I wasn’t that old, probably the kids age or just a hair older,” he said. “Obviously that acting thing worked out for you.”

“Eh, just a little,” said your dad. “Come in. Y/N, bring the bags up to the guest room.”

“And you thought they wouldn’t like each other,” hummed Jensen as your parents headed off together.

“You did too!” you said. You spun around and Jensen’s sister was staring at him, your siblings doing the same. “Why don’t you guys hang out with Mac while we bring this stuff up? Maybe show her around.”

You left before they could say anything, urging Jensen to follow you. 

“I totally was not expecting this,” said Jensen. “It’s so different than your parents house.”

“Truth be told I think we all prefer this one,” you said. “But you know, gotta have the house if you’re Ethan Y/L/N.”

“I can’t believe our dads worked together, even if just for a day once,” he said.

“Maybe this was meant to be,” you said. Jensen grabbed your waist and kissed you, making you giggle and nearly fall backwards. 

“I think we both know the answer to that,” he said, grabbing you tight. “Falling for me again?”

“Such a loser,” you said, popping into a bedroom and setting down most of the bags. You walked farther down the hall and set Mackenzie’s down in Ella’s before pulling Jensen to the end and into your own.

“Wow,” he said, dropping his bag by the door as he stepped inside. “I gotta admit, I think you got the best bedroom.”

“First dibs has its perks,” you said. Jensen walked over to the window, staring out at the rolling wheat field far out behind the house and trees. 

“Sometimes I really forget how you grew up.”

“Money isn’t everything. Ask my dad and you know he’d give all of this up in a heartbeat to have not have gone through what he did. What I did. What everyone did with the car accident,” you said. You stopped beside him, Jensen lacing your fingers together. 

“Y/N. I don’t mean the bedroom or the houses. I know you didn’t get what most of us do but your dad did a good job of trying to give that to you, a normal life,” he said. “Also, you have a Nintendo 64 over there that we are totally taking home with us.”

“We’ll have to see if we can sneak it out,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder. “Your parents don’t know that my mom isn’t my birth mom, do they.”

“If they have a problem with your family, I think they’re just going to have to get over it,” he said. “Why’re you so scared, Y/N? I get being nervous and wanting everyone to get along. I’m exactly that way right now too.”

“Because if there was a problem, I would never want anything to come between you and your family. I would never ask you to pick me over them,” you said.

“Y/N.”

“Because you make me happy,” you said, lifting your head to look at him, cautious green eyes looking back. “I think it would rip me apart for good if I screwed this up.”

“I love my family Y/N. I love your family. But if they ever put me in a position to choose them or you, then they aren’t the people I love. Where’s this really coming from?” he asked.

“My parents got along really well with Logan’s,” you said quietly. “They all clicked instantly. Your dad doesn’t...I don’t think he approves of me but he’s too polite to say it.”

“You are by and far the best girlfriend I’ve introduced to them. Pretty. Smart. Badass. Did I mention pretty?” he said, kissing your cheek. “You met them for three hours once when he had a cold. You are worrying over nothing. I promise.”

“Well those three seem to be thick as thieves,” said your mom as she came outside to the back patio after dinner, carrying a few drinks. You glanced inside to the kitchen, your brother and sister chatting up a storm with Mackenzie at the counter.

“To think she didn’t even want to come,” said Donna. You watched your dad put another log on the fire, your mom handing you a beer. You nodded and took a sip, Jensen rubbing his hand up and down your back. “Everything alright, Y/N? You’ve been quiet tonight.”

“Probably just jet lagged,” said your dad. “Kiddo’s been working on editing like crazy lately now that we’re wrapped.”

“What are you doing in the meantime Jensen?” asked his dad.

“Kind of relaxing. Trying to learn how to cook. I can only make chicken casserole for Y/N so many times,” said Jensen with a smile.

“It’s yummy,” you said, taking another sip.

“The movie comes out in about six months. We can be sure to snag you guys some tickets for the premiere,” said your dad. 

“Jensen already invited us but unfortunately that’s exactly when we’re supposed to be on a cruise for a few weeks. He wouldn’t let us skip for it,” said Donna.

“Eh, you guys can come to the next one,” said Jensen. “We’re set to start the second movie not long after the first comes out.”

“I just picked up the prequel book. Oh, I feel so sorry for poor Lyle,” she said. “Do you mind if I ask how you came up with him, Y/N?”

“Overactive imagination,” you said with a smile. 

“It was good,” said Alan, your head turning towards him. “The first book. I liked it.”

“Thanks,” you said, Jensen giving you a smirk.

“You know what we need? S’mores,” said your mom. “Jay. Hm?”

“Sure thing, Dani,” said Jensen, standing and heading back inside with her. Donna got up to help and soon it was quiet with just the three of you out there, your dad glancing to you.

“You know Dani isn’t Y/N’s biological mother,” said your dad. 

“I didn’t realize you were married before,” said Alan.

“I wasn’t. Y/N wasn’t exactly planned. Her birth mother died in a car accident and they had to deliver early,” said your dad. You stared at him, your dad ignoring it. “I was only eighteen when this happened. I know we’re a little younger than you probably were anticipating.”

“She seemed to turn out just fine,” he said. “Jensen never shuts up about her.”

You gripped your bottle, your dad biting his bottom lip.

“I see where she gets it from,” chuckled Alan. “The both of you are so nervous around me for some reason.”

“I think your son is very important to my daughter,” said your dad.

“I think your daughter is very important to my son. Not sure what the issue is there,” said Alan.

“There’s not an issue,” you said. You stood up and walked away, over to the pool before sticking your feet in the warm water.

You felt a presence behind you and sighed.

“Dad-“

“Not your dad, kid,” said Alan, taking a seat beside you. You watched the water while he rolled up his pants and stuck his feet in, a quiet sound leaving him. “I will admit I was a bit grumpy last month when we met. It had nothing to do with you, Y/N.”

“Why do I feel like you don’t like me then?”

“Maybe because you’re like Jensen in a way, which explains why you fit together so well. Maybe it’s why this seems strange, because part of him is like me too,” he said.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“Honestly, maybe it’s because my son seems like himself again and we couldn’t do that. Your family did. Maybe I’m a little jealous of that,” he said. 

“My family didn’t do anything.”

“You did.”

You shrugged and took a sip of your beer, his dad smiling.

“Jay ever tell you he wants to try making beer sometime?”

“Once. Told me you nearly tore him out a new one when he tried it in your backyard,” you said.

“Yeah, well. Parents aren’t perfect,” he said. “Maybe we don’t have the opportunity to get to know each other like Jensen did with your family but we do want to know you. We don’t disapprove by the way.”

You turned your head and he shrugged.

“Jensen worries.”

“I’ve noticed,” you said. “This is going to sound a certain way so don’t take it that way please. I just-“

“You don’t have to justify the way you feel,” he said. You nodded, wiggling your toes in the water. “He loves you and we will too. Give me some time is all.”

“I can understand why he is the way he is,” you said with a smile.

“A dork?” he teased. “He gets that from his mom.”

“Sure he does,” you said. He bumped your shoulder and you gave him a smile. “The whole single dad, accident baby doesn’t bother you?”

“Don’t ever refer to yourself as an accident. Also, no it doesn’t. Is it unconventional? Yes. But all I care about is that my children are happy. So don’t worry about the other stuff, alright?” 

“I’ll try,” you said. It was quiet for a moment, his dad sitting back.

“You know he calls once a week to check in. He spends most of that time talking about you,” he said. “It’s pretty adorable to be honest. Turns into a little boy all over again.”

“He is pretty adorable,” you said.

“Well I know you are incredibly busy at the moment but some quiet weekend, come visit. We’d like it,” he said.

“We will,” you said. There was a rustling behind you and you looked up, Jensen carrying a plate with two s’mores on it.

“You guys want some?” he asked, mouthful of his own.

“Sure,” you said. You took a bite and gave him a thumbs up.

“Everything good?”

“Yeah,” said his dad. “I think we’re all good now.”

“Good morning,” you said, smiling as your parents headed into the kitchen. Your mom raised an eyebrow as your dad took a cup of coffee Jensen handed him. “What?”

“She’s awake. Before us. I don’t think she’s ever willingly done that,” she said. Your dad put a hand on your head and you swatted it away.

“I don’t feel a fever,” he said.

“We wanted to be kind children and make our parents breakfast,” said Jensen over his shoulder as he got out some butter.

“Ah. I see they’ve forgotten we’re going to brunch later,” said your mom. You threw your head back and put the eggs back in the fridge.

“Going back to bed?” asked your dad.

“Yup,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s hand and pulling him upstairs with you. He yawned as you wandered back to your bedroom, smiling when you fell back on the mattress. “More sleep. My favorite.”

“Or we could have morning sex and then go back to bed,” he murmured. “Both your favorites.”

“You want to do it with both our parents in the house? Jensen Ackles. I didn’t realize you were such a bad boy,” you said, rolling over onto your back.

“Only for you,” he teased, locking your bedroom door. 

“You have a streak hidden in you. Don’t deny it,” you said.

“Oh, I’m not,” he said, rolling back onto the bed, sliding his hand up your shirt. “I even came prepared.”

“That’s my boy,” you said, stretching your arms up, letting him push the shirt off of you. 

“You get rid of those pesky clothes and I’ll be right back.”

He kissed your cheek and hopped up, going to his bag and digging around. You were lazy in taking off your shorts and underwear, tossing your bra on the floor in time for him to come back with nothing but a condom on.

“I would like to try something if you’re up for it,” he said. You sat up with a sleepy smile and nodded. He gave you a lazy kiss before he sat back down, grabbing your waist and pulling you around to the middle of the bed, settling in behind you. 

“What are you up to?” you asked.

“Your dresser here has a mirror,” he said, your eyes flickering across to the other side of the room. You saw yourself naked, Jensen snaking a hand down to your folds and slowly rubbing you. “I want you to see how absolutely fucking hot you are when you get fucked.”

“Jay,” you said, turning your head away.

“Please?” he hummed. 

“I’m not going to get in the mood by looking at myself.”

“Looking at you naked gets me in the mood all the time,” he said, kissing your neck. You rolled your eyes but looked ahead, watching his free arm cross your waist and press you back against his chest. His arm’s looked larger than normal and you noticed the muscles flexing in his shoulders, the strong thighs that were moving the two of you to sit up. You sat back on your heels, Jensen rutting his cock against your back before pulling you up and settling you over his cock. You lowered yourself down, fluttering your eyes shut.

He snapped his hips back and rocked into you, eyes flashing open and catching his own in the mirror behind you. In the mirror, you started to ride him, Jensen meeting you with every roll of your hips. 

“Look at my cock, fuck looks like it barely fits,” said Jensen. Your eyes went down and you watched yourself lift up him, nearly all the way before slamming down. 

“Okay. That is pretty hot,” you said, Jensen chuckling as he kissed your jaw. “Fuck. You’re so fucking strong. Shit, Jay.”

“Feels like you’re milking my cock. How are you so tight?” he panted against your skin, warm air hitting your face.

“Because of your big cock,” you whispered, moving your arms behind you to hold onto him, Jensen plowing in harder. You’d never noticed how your own body bowed and arched before, never noticed muscles in your thighs working hard, never noticed the light blush that covered your skin as you got closer to an orgasm. “Harder.”

He tightened his grip and rubbed over your clit, fucking up into you, nailing your g-spot.

You grabbed his ass and he did it again, your head knocking back onto his shoulder. Your whole body tensed as you came, your face soft as you bit your bottom lip, Jensen growling into your neck to hide his grunts as he followed quickly after. With a quiet laugh you let go of him, Jensen pulling you to fall back straight on his chest, rolling you to his side.

“The only thing that could have made that better was seeing your ass too,” you said.

“You can look at my ass anytime you want,” he said, shakily getting to his feet and tossing the condom in the trashcan. 

“Uh oh,” you giggled, spotting the red marks covering the small of his back and his creamy cheeks. “I think I might have given you a few new bruises.”

“Please mark me up,” he hummed, sliding back into bed under the covers, laying his arm over your waist. “Makes me feel like yours.”

“God you are too attractive,” you said, kissing his nose, Jensen nuzzling closer. “Love you.”

“Love you too, honey,” he said. You shut your eyes, ready to fall back asleep when your phone buzzed, a text from AJ coming in. “Work again?”

“Premiere date got moved up a week,” you said, tossing the phone back down. “No big deal.”

“I can’t wait to walk down a red carpet with the hottest director, writer, actor there ever was and know that she picked me,” he said. 

“I would prefer not to go,” you said. Jensen nipped at your bottom lip and you laughed. “But I’ll go as your date.”

“Score one for Ackles,” he said. You kissed him quickly, Jensen closing his eyes. “Sleep?”

“You read my mind, fan boy.”

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A/N: Read Part 17 here!

[deviantofthemind]

Warmth will come to you 7

→  Masterpost / AO3

Logan was tired, there was no denying it when Remus’ odious cuckoo clock chimed six’oclock and it had been 24 hours awake. Virgil grumbled but ultimately, turned and slept on, coaxing a small smile from him.

He had been changing the IV Bag during the night, checking Janus temperature repeatedly. As far as Logan could tell he was recovering just as he should, received enough fluids and his core temperature was almost in a normal range again. Still, there were more things to take care of. 

He put more wood into the fire and cleared the space from the empty coffee pot and cookie plate that got him through the night, to exchange it with a freshly brewed tea.

With freshly cleaned hands he dared to unwrap the blanket cocoon they had wrapped Janus in hours ago. Baring his upper body Logan was fascinated yet again of how the scales were scattered in patches over the left side of his body. From his face they followed a small trail down to his shoulder, spanning out over his collarbone and pectoral, almost reaching the place where Logan could feel, a newly steady, heartbeat. The spreading of Scales over Janus‘ ribcage was more random and delicate, more decoration than armor.

He had been wrong when he’d taken a first look at the damage done. The bruising of his ribs wasn’t the only injury Janus had sustained, some of the scales farer down seemed cracked. Thankfully nothing else seemed fractured when Logan gently palpated around the discoloured area. He just had no idea how to care for the scales. They were much larger than a snake’s and Logan had no way of knowing if the skin beneath was also injured.

“‘s al’ight…,” a croaking voice interrupted Logan's examination.

“Janus!” He scooted closer to the other man’s face, worriedly looking at his still deathly pale face. “How do you feel? Do you need anything?”

Janus smiled a little wobbly, that was very unusual behaviour for Logan. “Jus’ cold...don’ worry ‘bout the scales, yeah? They’ll be fine..”

“I’ll have you know that I’m gonna be very worried about anything to do with you or a while. And so will everybody else.” Logan huffed, a little indignation about Janus’ stunt creeping into his voice. But now was not the time to interrogate and be angry. And even if it were, Logan was just too glad that he seemed a lot better.

Before Janus could rasp out another answer, Logan hoisted his upper body up to lean against his own and offered his honeyed tea to the man and to soothe his hoarseness.

He couldn’t drink by himself, a slight shiver had taken over his body and his hands still felt stiff and clumsy. His brain was, thankfully, still too slow to decipher the feeling that settled hot and heavy in his stomach when Logan gently cradled his jaw to help him. 

Swallowing felt like a chore but the warm fluid felt so good going down his throat that he was willing to make the effort. When Logan took the cup away he already felt the deep exhaustion and drowsiness settle back into his bones.

“If you are sure the scales don’t need further care I’m just getting your heating lamp down, okay? Don’t worry, you can sleep.”

It was kind of funny hearing Logan say something like that. Because he was not worried at all. Not one bit. He obviously, and through some kind of miracle made it home. He could hear Roman snoring softly across the room, he could smell the stew they probably had the night before, he could feel Logans bodyheat seep into his own skin. He wasn’t worried at all. Sure, he was uncomfortable as hell, cold and in no small amount of pain but well, that would pass.

Janus was out like a light before Logan had him even back down on the sofa. Going through his new tasks of setting up the heating lamp, removing the cannula from Janus’ hand and starting on everyone's favourite hot drinks in the kitchen, he got a bit startled by two gentle arms coming up around him, holding him close.

Part 8

@slimysnek-boi​

[chiera99]

Finding Emo (Part 2)

Title: Finding Emo

Word Count (for the whole thing) : 2742

Summary: Angst, Hurt/Comfort with a happy ending. Deceit kidnapped Virgil because Roman broke up with him, and now he wants to take everything from him. Roman also works at a police department. Human!AU, Platonic!Prinxiety, could also be interpreted as romantic, past Romantic!Roceit

Warnings: Blood, unsympathetic!Deceit, violence, kidnapping, description of injury, hospitals

Part 1

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It was 2am.

Roman was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

His mind was racing. He couldn't stop worrying about Virgil, and he was constantly trying to find clues.

Who could've done this? The kidnapper must have had a reason.

Could it be one of his friends? Virgil was the person Roman spent the most time with. Maybe they were jealous?

No, that couldn't be. Remy was way too lazy to do something like that. He was sleeping most of the time anyways.

Logan did hide his emotions most of the time, but he wouldn't do something illogical like that. He always thought his actions through, and he would never hurt one of his friends.

Patton? No, no, that just couldn't be. The man was the most precious, innocent, and nice human being Roman has ever met. He was devastated when he had found out that Virgil had disappeared.

Who else did he know, that has had a proper meeting with Virgil?

Wait.

Roman's eyes widened.

~Flashback~

"I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN IN MY LIFE!", Roman screamed with tears streaming down his face, shoving Deceit out the door. "AND TAKE YOUR FUCKING CIGARETTES WITH YOU." He threw a box of cigarettes at his head.

Deceit tripped, falling onto his knees.

"Stay away from me and my friends. We're done.", Roman said, slamming the door shut. He stayed behind the door, waiting for Deceit to leave.

He heard some shuffling, before he heard a chuckle.

"You will regret this, Roman. You will regret this."

After that, heavy footsteps were heard, moving away from the door.

~Flashback over~

He sat up abruptly, his hands shaking.

No.

Nonononononono this couldn't be.

It couldn't be.

Could it?

He quickly got up, falling off his bed before quickly getting up, and scrambling towards the phone. He speed-dialled a number and hit the call button, breathing heavily.

A tired voice answered. "Hello? It's 2am, who is this?"

"THOMAS", Roman practically screamed into the phone.

A loud thump could be heard from the other line, a quiet curse, and some shuffling. Thomas had dropped the phone.

"Jesus Christ, Roman, don't scream like that!", Thomas said pained, panting from the shock.

"Thomas, I-I think I know wh-where Virgil is. "

"Wait, what? Where?"

"I'm not completely sure, but I've gone through every single person I know that could've done this. And I could only think of one person.", Roman said, shaking.

"Who is it?", Thomas asked. Roman sucked in a shaky breath.

"Deceit."

Silence on the other line.

"T-Thomas?", Roman asked.

"Roman. Did Deceit smoke or own cigarettes?"

"Wh-What?", Roman asked, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

"Did he smoke or own cigarettes?", Thomas repeated.

"W-well, yes. W-Why?", Roman stuttered.

"What brand?", Thomas asked, sounding suspicious.

"V-Viper Blueberry."

A sharp intake of breath was heard on the other line.

"T-Thomas? What is it?", Roman asked anxiously.

"Roman, do you remember what we found in the alley? Next to Virgil's jacket?"

Roman stared at the ground, confused. What did they find?

But then, he remembered.

"A-A box of Viper Blueberry cigarettes.", Roman said.

"Could this be a coincidence?", Thomas asked.

"N-No, Deceit said that the brand was extremely unpopular here in Florida. He always bought it online.", Roman stammered. "It has to be him."

"Where does he live?", Thomas asked. There was paper rustling in the background.

"Mamba Boulevard 5, but he also owns a house on the countryside, Sidewinder Street 1. It's more likely for Virgil to be there."

"Okay Roman, listen carefully now. I have a plan. We're going to do this tomorrow, call Remy and tell him what we found out.", Thomas ordered and hung up.

Roman immediately called Remy, quickly telling him the plan and what they had found out.

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It was 8am when they arrived at Sidewinder Street 1.

Three police cars were parked around 300 feet away from the seemingly abandoned house.

"Are you sure that this is going to work, Roman?", Officer Joan asked, readjusting his bullet-proof west.

"I know Deceit well. This is going to work, trust me.", Roman told them, pulling his normal clothes over his police clothes.

"Now, everyone, hide in your assigned places.", Thomas said, and all the policemen hid behind bushes in the yard, until it looked like only Roman was there.

Roman took a deep breath, before he walked up to the door and fiercely knocked on it. There were some hesitating steps, before the door was opened.

In front of him, Deceit looked at him with a shocked face, before an evil grin spread on his face.

"Hello Roman. What gives me the pleasure of your visit?", Deceit asked innocently, crossing his arms. Roman got a short look at his hand, where he could see little drops of blood, but no visible injury.

It was Virgil's blood.

Roman felt his anger mounting, but he forced himself to stay calm.

"Where is Virgil?", Roman asked, clenching his fists.

"Who's she? Never heard of her.", Deceit grinned, leaning against the door frame.

"You know EXACTLY who he is. I order you to let him go.", Roman growled.

"My my, Roman, always so straightforward." Deceit chuckled. "And what makes you think that I have him?"

Roman pulled out the box of cigarettes and shoved it in Deceit's face. "We found these next to Virgil's jacket. I'm sure they belong to you."

Deceit looked at the box with a bored look in his eyes. "Ah yes, I figured that I had lost them somewhere. Thank you for finding them.", he grinned. "And now-"

Roman's eyes widened as he watched Deceit pull out a gun.

"-it's time for someone else to come home."

Deceit aimed the gun at Roman, a twisted grin on his face.

Roman took a startled step back, before grinning.

"NOW!", he yelled, and suddenly, a big group of policemen jumped out of the bushes.

This was the first time Roman had seen Deceit genuinely scared.

Officer Joan, Officer Talyn and Officer Thomas simultaneously pointed their guns at Deceit.

"DROP THE GUN!", Thomas yelled.

Deceit looked startled, his hands shaking. But then, he grinned, and quickly aimed the gun at Roman's chest before pulling the trigger.

The loud sound of the gunshot echoed. Everyone held their breaths.

Roman looked at his chest with wide eyes, before instantly changing his expression to triumph. He lifted up his shirt and pointed at the bullet-proof west he was wearing.

"Nice try.", he grinned, before tackling Deceit to the ground, kicking the gun away, which Joan quickly picked up and handed to Talyn, who confiscated it.

Roman wrestled with Deceit for a few seconds, before he got Deceit to lay on his stomach. He quickly put handcuffs on his hands, making Deceit unable to fight.

"Take him to the car. I'm gonna go find Virgil. Joan, Talyn, follow me please.", Roman ordered, handing Deceit to Thomas.

Roman quickly walked into the house, Joan and Talyn following close behind. They searched the whole upper part of the house, before they came upon a staircase. Roman walked down, Joan behind him, Talyn after Joan. Then they found themselves standing in front of a wooden door.

The door was pretty weak, so Roman was able to kick it in.

He was greeted with a sight that would forever be burned into his head.

Virgil was sitting against a pole with closed eyes, his head was hanging in front of him, his limp body was slumped against pole. Bruises and cuts littered Virgil's face and arms, the rest was covered, and Roman didn't want to imagine the rest amount of injuries Virgil had. The worst part was the dried blood on the ground and the wall behind him.

Roman quickly ran to Virgil's side. "Call an ambulance.", he ordered. Joan quickly pulled out their walky-talky and shouted instructions into it.

Meanwhile, Roman untied Virgil and picked him up bridal-style, carefully carrying him outside.

Virgil's eyes fluttered. "Wh-What?", he whispered, confused.

"Shhh, it's me, Roman. You're safe.", Roman said, smiling, tears running down his cheeks. Virgil gave him a relieved smile, before closing his eyes again.

As soon as he got out of the house, two ambulances arrived. Two male nurses jumped out, one had dark brown hair that was neatly styled and was wearing black glasses, the other one had caramel-colored hair that was a bit wilder and was wearing black glasses aswell. Both were wearing blue clothes.

Roman smiled, seeing his two friends.

The one with the dark brown hair, Logan, quickly took Virgil out of Roman's hands and carried him into one of the ambulances. The other one with the caramel-colored hair, Patton, gasped at the sight of Virgil. Patton was one of Virgil's best friends.

Patton and Logan both disappeared inside the ambulance, closing the doors behind them.

Roman quickly turned around to face Thomas, who nodded, knowing what Roman was going to ask.

"Go ahead, Virgil needs you right now.", he said.

Roman shot him a grateful smile, before he turned around and sprinted towards the ambulance Virgil was in.

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Roman sat next to Virgil's hospital bed.

Luckily, the injuries of the normally darkly-dressed man weren't too fatal. Deceit was sentenced to 30 years in jail for kidnapping, attempted murder, false imprisonment and torture. Roman wished that he would've been put behind bars for life, but he wasn't the judge. He wished he was.

Roman stared at Virgil. His eyes were closed, his chest was rising and falling softly. Bandages circled his arms and chest, and one huge bandaid went around his head. Little red spots were visible on the bandages.

Roman sighed and lowered his head. He could've done something earlier. If he had just analyzed the situation earlier, Virgil wouldn't be in this condition. If he had just-

Suddenly, he heard a cough from the bed.

Roman's head snapped up. Virgil had opened his eyes and was lazily smiling at him.

Tears started gathering in Roman's eyes, some already rolling down his face. He let out a relieved sob, throwing his arms around Virgil, hugging him tightly.

"Woah, miss me much, Princey?", Virgil laughed, hugging him back.

"I'm so sorry, Virgil! This is all my fault. I could've protected you, I could've saved you! If I had stayed with him, nothing would've happened and-", Princey ranted, before Virgil quickly stopped him.

"Woahwoahwoah, no, what are you talking about?", Virgil asked, pulling Roman back to look into his eyes. "None of this is your fault. And NEVER say that you should've stayed with him. What you two had was NOT healthy, and you had every right to end it. This is all Deceit's fault. Not yours."

"But-"

"No, no but's. Roman. It's okay. Everything's okay.", Virgil whispered.

Roman looked into Virgil's tear-filled, brown eyes.

And at that moment, he knew that everything would be alright.

[egotuberwriting]

Long Live the King

*Walks in with a smoothie* Yo. I finally have another fic after being gone forever. And of course it deals with angst ;D

Bless @sidespromptblog for coming up with the prompt that inspired me to write again, and I’m just gonna casually tag @starwarsdestroyedme and @ky-likes-sanders-sides because I saw their expanded ideas in the notes and decided to use those in here too! Because more angst is the best!

I’m gonna be basing King Creativity’s, Mars, outfit from these pics

Tw: Getting sliced in half; though it’s not graphic I don’t wanna risk anyone getting uncomfortable when getting to the part. If I need to add something, let me know.

Free Cookies to anyone who gets why I named King Creativity ‘Mars’

Wordcount:  1832

    Things were not looking good in Patton’s eyes.

    With Thomas now a teenager and the horrifying thing that is puberty starting to kick in at full force, the Mindscape was a mess. 

    Logan was swamped with work. While he did enjoy learning everything Thomas learned in school, he struggled to ensure Thomas kept the dang knowledge in his long term memory. He was also in a losing battle with him to make sure he ate healthy and went to sleep at a reasonable hour, though Patton would take the blame on that one since he just wants Thomas to have as much fun as he can and eat all the yummy treats he can too.

    And then Anxiety fully made himself known. Sure he was always around, but now he practically took over the driver's seat and is steering the poor boy down an angsty path. Sure, this is the time where Thomas is supposed to discover who he is, but it doesn’t have to be like this! Thank goodness Patton knows how to steer Thomas onto a ‘better’ path, even if for a little while. 

    Patton isn’t even gonna think about what Deceit will be capable of later on in Thomas’s life. Although he does wonder if that snake is the reason Anxiety is the way he is… And then starts to wonder if Deceit’s influence over Anxiety is the reason his friend started changing for the worst.

    The King of Creativity, or Mars, was noticeably getting more and more disturbing, to say the least. While he of course continued to create the  loveable fantasy ideas that he was supposed to be known for, he had started to make very crude jokes and began to delve into dark humor. And to top it all off, he started to go a bit insane and took an interest to more ‘physical humor,’ to put it lightly. Patton gags every time he thinks about the last ‘joke’ Mars showed him. 

    Patton had asked Logan if he noticed these changes in their friend, and while Logan did notice, he only said that this is just a normal phase that will pass. When asked how long it would take to pass, Logan couldn’t give Patton a straight answer since it could be a few years at best, if that.

    That, however, was not the answer Patton wanted to hear.

    It’s been roughly a year since Mars started falling down the rabbit hole of ‘impureness,’ and Patton have had enough. Instead of improving, Mars got worse, and Patton was going to put an end to this once and for all. 

    He stood in front of his best friends door, starting to question his if his decision was a good one or not. He let out a stuttered breath as he reached for the doorknob, only to hesitantly pull away.

    ...No, he had to do this. He had to go through with this. For the good of Thomas, this was something that needed to be done. 

     Patton is Morality; he knows what’s best for Thomas. 

    Besides, if he doesn’t do this, then no one would accept Thomas. He wouldn’t ever grow and would devolve into something horrible and would thus be shunned by everyone around him.

    Taking a deep breath, Morality finally entered Mars’s room. It was a mess; filled with many journals containing ideas for different things that Thomas could create, good, angsty, and disgusting, and a lot of art equipment. Though Morality would prefer to ignore some of the unfinished paintings that’s in his peripheral vision. 

    Mars’s room is significantly bigger than everyone else's due to him wanting to wanting to feel like he’s actually in a castle, so it takes Morality a few minutes before he actually finds Mars. 

    When he finds him, he has his back turned to the other Side and is aggressively painting a new picture with both hands, not at all noticing that Morality stepped into the room. Using this opportunity to his advantage, Morality quickly looked around for Mars’s favorite sword. It was always in the same room as him, so it had to be around here somewhere. To his delight(?), he left it against the wall, almost as if he just left it there while in a rush to paint whatever new thing he thought of. Morality made sure to take it without making a noise, then hid it behind his back.

    He has reached the point of no return.

    Clearing his throat and putting his happy persona on, Patton tapped on Mars’s shoulder. 

    “Hey there, kiddo!” 

    “wHO GOES THERE-” Mars wildly spun around to face the other man, almost hitting him in the face with a paint brush, and didn’t realize that Patton was trying to hide something behind his back. “Oh! It’s just you, Pa! Erm, I’m afraid I cannot show you my next masterpiece because it’s not yet PERFECT! And therefore not actually a MASTERpiece yet. And you know how I HATE showing things that aren’t a perfect masterpiece!” 

    Patton chuckled nervously, “It’s fine. I, uh… I actually wanted to talk to you about something, if you have the time.” 

    Mars gasped, offended at the thought he wouldn’t have the time to listen to his best friend. “Have the time?! Patton, you know I always have time for you, my friend! So, what can I do for you?” He asked, throwing the paintbrushes he was holding to his sides.

    “Well… I wanted to talk to you about your… recent behavior.” Patton gulped. 

    Mars tilted his head curiously at him. He honestly had no idea what Patton was talking about. For all he knew, he was acting normal and adapting to whatever Thomas seemingly had an interest to. 

    “You’ve been, how do I put this? Erratic and really disturbing. The crude jokes and the ‘physical humor’ just isn’t right!” Patton continued with the feeling of dread starting to wash over him.

    Mars was quick to defend himself. “What do you mean? I’m just adapting to what Thomas is growing interested in, or at least what he takes in from his environment! It’s fine!” 

    “No! It’s not fine!” Patton’s breathing started to stutter. “I… I don’t want to do this, but… If that’s what you think, and you’re sticking to it, then you give me no choice.” 

    Slowly, Patton revealed the sword and held it in both hands. Mars’s eyes immediately widened as he took a step back and Patton lifted the sword so it was above his head.

    “W-Wait… Pa… Dad… What are you doing!? Y-You don’t have to do this! Please, think this through!” Mars began to plead, holding his arms up in a defensive position. 

    “I’m sorry…” Patton whispered as he closed his tear-filled eyes. 

                                       “...Long live the king.”

    With a quick slice of the sword, Mars, King of Creativity, was sliced in two. 

    As the two halves slid apart and hit the floor, the Mindscape shook violently. Everything in the room, and probably everywhere else, fell off the walls and onto the floor. 

    The reality of what Morality did hit him quickly. He dropped the sword and looked at the scene in front of him, dropped to his knees, then looked down to his hands. He did this. This was his doing. But… it was for the best, right?

    He didn’t have time to really fully process what happened before he heard the sound of footsteps running towards him and stop at the doorway.

    “...Patton… What have you done?” A shocked Logan asked.

    Morality didn’t answer right away as he was still staring into his hands in horror. Logan is only able to take a step forward before Morality looks over at him, tears streaming down his face.

    “L-Logan… I… I… I had to do it… I couldn’t take it anymore so I… I cut him in half… I-It was the only way… O-Otherwise poor Thomas would have been rejected by others...” 

    Logan, unsure of how to comfort him, just stood there in the doorway. Why in the world Patton would go this far to stop those intrusive thoughts Mars produced was beyond him, but what's done is done. All he can do now is watch as the two halves regenerate to form their own whole body, and watch as Patton continues to break down in the middle of the room.

    What intrigued Logan was that as the halves regenerated, so did their clothes. One half had his clothes turn white, his sash remain red, and had a small bit of gold on his clothes. He looked the most like the former king. 

    The other half, however, was almost dramatically different. He kept the primarily black outfit, but had a green sash, a silver quiff in his hair, his eyes looked like they were both bruised, and his outfit human teeth and eyeballs. 

    It was obvious which half had which traits.

    While Logan was still observing the halves, Patton managed to get up and stumble to him, falling into him grabbing his shirt before he fell to the floor.

    “Y-You need to help me… They can’t remember this. They can’t remember what I did to them!” He pleaded, looking the other man right in the eyes. “A-And we need to figure out what to do with… him…” He then glanced at the more disturbing looking half.

    Logan felt bad, which was new, but Patton was right. If they remembered what Patton did, it wouldn’t end well. Also, something did have to be done with the two new sides anyway. 

    He gently nudged Patton off and carefully helped him sit onto the floor so he wouldn’t fall down. Then he goes over to the now fully formed sides and crouches next to them.

    “...They’re gonna need names you know…” He said. There was silence between the two before Logan finally spoke up again. “...I think Romulus and Remus are adequate names for them. Romulus shall be the one in white while Remus is the… more disturbing one…”

    Patton had to think about it for a moment, all while still trying to calm himself down, and nodded at the name suggestions. 

    “I think those are good names… But, Romulus is a bit much, don’t you think? How about just Roman?” 

    “Well, Romulus named his city Rome, so I suppose Roman shall suffice.” Logan agreed. “Now, Patton, I would suggest you go to your room to calm down. I’ll… figure out what to do from here. You’ve done enough today.”

    “...No. Let me at least finish what I started.” Logan looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. “I know what to do with Remus. Just… figure out how to wipe their memories and I’ll handle the rest.” 

    Normally Logan wouldn’t want Patton to handle anything by himself, especially after this mess, but something told him this was an argument he wouldn’t win, so he allowed it.

    Nothing would be the same ever again.

    The king was gone forever.

    All that was left was the Prince and the Duke.

    ...Interestingly enough, the painting Mars was working on depicted an army of red exiting a castle to face an army of green, coming from a tower. 

[the-elemental-sides]

An Hour Left (Steampunk AU)

As previously stated, @fangirltothefullest’s Steampunk AU shot me through the heart. It’s five in the god dang morning and I just spent several hours writing about Automaton Virgil’s sad, slow winding down. I creeped on some of the worldbuilding given in the asks and tried to make it as accurate as possible to what we know! Warnings: Angst

Taglist + people asking to be tagged in fics: @alix-the-skeleton, @generalfandomfabulousness, @theevelynefurlongposts, @waxydoll, @aphandgflover, @ryuity, @veryvirginvirgil, @starlight-sanders, @gaylotusthatexists

6:00 PM

It’d been three days, now, since the five of them came to the junkyard. It had been so long. He was running out of time.

What started as brief stutters and drooping movements—passed off as aftereffects of the fire—became Virgil stumbling and shutting down completely in the middle of a ballet routine he’d started to cheer up Patton. In a panic, Patton had managed to jumpstart him. His key was gone, and it was undeniable that he couldn’t stay awake much longer. But he was still ticking.

“I have a little time,” Virgil mumbled. They’d hauled him into a big curved piece of metal that formed a comfortable den. His movements were stiff and conservative. But talking, as long as it was in low tones that didn’t rattle his system, didn’t waste as much energy.

“I have a sleep mode. Could save my energy. But no matter what, think I have...one hour left.”

“Just one hour?” Patton said. He and the others kneeled in front of him. Deceit was lopsided. Logan would need help standing up.

“I’ll make it midnight.” Virgil’s mouth curled into a wry smile. It was too much effort to change back, so he left it there. “That’s fun, huh? Devil’s hour or something. Keep you on your toes.”

For the next six hours, Virgil dozed. The evening passed.

12:00

At the stroke of midnight, Virgil’s eyes cracked opened. Logan and Roman were already kneeling over him.

“Virgil, Roman has something to tell you,” Logan said promptly. Roman nodded enthusiastically and opened his mouth.

“I heard...rattle, rattle, scrape?”

“No—Roman, I told you, use the hand signal system I designed for you. You’re only going to corrode your voicebox.”

Roman rolled his eyes, but he switched to fingerspelling his message. Logan patiently translated every letter.

“S-O-R-R-Y—Y-O-U-R-E—B-R-O-K-E-N. A-D-M-I-R-E-D—Y-O-U-R—D-A-N-C-E. S-H-O-U-L-D—H-A-V-E—G-O-N-E—B-A-C-K.”

“No, no,” Virgil said. “You couldn’t have done anything different. Look, Logan went back, and we saw how that turned out.”

“Yes, well,” Logan said, touching his armless stump.

“It could have been a lot worse for you than a couple of cracks and a broken voicebox.”

Roman nodded, but his eyes were sad. He lightly swatted Logan’s shoulder and started signing again. “H-A-D—T-O—B-E—V-O-I-C-E.”

“Yeah, of course it had to be, huh? I miss your singing too.” The Maker never liked it when he sang during parties because it took attention away from himself. Man, if Roman could sing now, they’d really be able to stick it to him.

Roman tried to hum a note—anything—but all Virgil heard was more scraping. A puff of smoke wisped from his mouth. Logan shook his head. “That’s enough. We can’t have two automatons breaking in one night.”

“Wait,” Virgil said after Roman had been shooed off to rest next to Deceit. “Logan?”

“Hm?”

“If it comes up—if there’s a choice—make sure you get fixed before me.”

“Virgil, that’s preposterous. It’s just an arm, I—“

“Logan, I heard it,” Virgil said, cutting him off sharply. “The screaming. I heard it.”

“The screaming,” Logan said, his arm drifting up to touch his stump in a, well, robotic motion. “You mean when��.”

“It hurt, didn’t it?”

“...It did.”

“It’s not supposed to be like that.”

“It’s not.” Logan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Virgil, I wouldn’t be telling you this if you—I—I would not reveal this information under normal circumstances, but it hurt. Truly, a lot. It’s the first time I ever felt anything like that. And...I’m frightened. We’re automatons. We’re not supposed to feel.”

“Then get it fixed,” Virgil said, eyes narrowed on Logan’s face. “...You keep touching your shoulder. Does it still hurt?”

“Yes,” said Logan. “It does.”

12:20

Virgil couldn’t move his head. He almost wasn’t aware of it at first—Patton had a light touch—but the healer was kneeling behind him, screwing around with his back.

“You’re not gonna fix it, Pat,” Virgil said, his eyes flicking to the right. “The key’s melted. Gone.”

“There must be a way,” Patton murmured. “We could rewire the system...find another key…”

“In the junkyard? We’re lucky we found me a cozy spot to die on.”

“Virgil!”

“I’m kidding,” Virgil said quickly, feeling Patton’s fingers grip his shoulders tightly. Patton moved into his field of vision, his eyes wide and scared. “I know I’m not really dying. I promise. I was joking to cope.”

Patton released him. A few seconds too late, he smiled shakily. “That’s our Virge.”

“You just focus on fixing up the others,” Virgil said, his gaze drifting to the star-filled sky. Silver lining: less robots to fix. Logan and Deceit and Roman could get all the attention they needed.

“Virgil?” Patton said after a little while. “Want me to keep looking at your back?”

“You know what? Nah. Could you just stay here for a little while?”

“Of course, kiddo.”

Patton scooted into his little enclave and leaned his head against Virgil’s. With great care, Virgil lifted his arm, inch by inch. Finally he managed to drape it over Patton’s shoulders.

“Now don’t get into too much trouble while I’m asleep,” said Virgil. “I won’t be able to talk you out of your bad ideas.”

Patton chuckled a little. “Like the time Roman wanted us to learn swordfighting and rebel against the Maker.”

“Or the time Logan tried to organize a union for the factory workers behind the Maker’s back.”

“Remember when you broke your foot doing ballet for the first time?” Patton asked. “You were so gloomy. You’d been built for one thing and you thought you failed at it!”

“I should have expected that, trying to make that landing.” Virgil’s eyes dropped to his ballet shoes. They’d somehow survived all the bits of jagged metal junk lying everywhere. They were a bit dirty and singed but unharmed. “Wonder if I could make it now.”

“That’s the first thing you’ll do once we get you a new key,” Patton said. “A big ol’ grand jeté all the way across the junkyard!”

“I’ll plan on it.”

A shadow fell over them, temporarily blocking out the stars. “Hogging Virgil in his last moments, are you?” a voice asked.

“Deceit!” Patton said. “What are you doing up?”

Deceit’s legs were bent at a funny angle where the joint and shin were missing. He shrugged casually—and very carefully, so he didn’t throw off his precarious balance. “Oh, you know. I was feeling better. Wanted to pitch my two cents in to the Virge.”

“Have a seat,” Patton said, patting the ground next to them.

“Actually, Roman needs your help,” Deceit said, gesturing over his shoulder. “Says his voicebox is acting up.”

“Again?” Patton hesitated. “Virgil, I…”

“Patton, go. I’ll just talk to Deceit for a little while.”

“All right.” Patton stood up. Virgil’s arm fell limply to his side. “Now don’t tire him out too much, Dee.”

“Who, me? Never.”

12:45

With great care Deceit lowered himself to the ground. His mobility was completely shot. Even worse off was his face. Half of it was simply missing, revealing the paneling and the glaring yellow pilot light beneath.

“Feeling all right?” asked Deceit.

Virgil took a bit to respond. He focused sluggishly on Deceit. “Oh yeah. Just...Tired.”

“Humans,” Deceit muttered darkly. “And they say we’re the heartless ones.”

“Hey, don’t bum me out now,” Virgil said. “I’ve got what, fifteen minutes?”

“More than that, I hope.”

Deceit leaned against the wall next to Virgil and stretched out his legs. Parts of them had been stripped away entirely, leaving only wiring. His left kneecap was missing some screws and rattled loosely every time he moved.

“The face I don’t mind,” Deceit said. “Maybe it’s even a good thing. No one wants to mess with a demented automaton. But my legs…”

“They’ll find a way to fix you.”

“Oh, I’ll get in line for it, I suppose. There’s too much for Patton to fix all on his own. By the time he sorts out one of us we’ll have all run out of gas. It’s just...frustrating. Because I can’t protect you.”

“That’s about how I feel,” said Virgil.

“Virgil, tell me,” Deceit said, turning his face to him. “How calmly are you taking this really?”

“I’m holding up,” Virgil answered.

“Well, that’s not vague at all.”

“No, it’s just...if I panic now I’ll just shut myself down.”

“You’ve had plenty of time to panic the last three days.”

“I guess I got it all out during the fire. I’m just glad all five of us are here. Together.”

“Together,” agreed Deceit. “Missing an arm, a voice, a face, a life…”

“Don’t put it like that,” Virgil said. “I’ll be asleep.”

“Of course.”

“It’s a standard procedure for windups. I heard it’s even recommended to let us wind down every year to let our systems reset. Of course, not like the Maker paid any attention to that, he just wound me tighter if I was acting funny…” Virgil’s voice trailed off. “Deceit.”

“Yes, Virgil?”

“Don’t tell any of the others this. I don’t know how they’ll handle it. But—I’m kind of scared, okay?”

“You, scared? Color me surprised.”

“I know, just—Deceit, am I ever going to wake up?” Virgil’s eyes met his, a note of panic in his low, slurred voice. “Deceit, will I ever be able to wake up again? Will it still be me?”

Deceit placed a tattered, gloved hand on Virgil’s shoulder. His exposed yellow eye glinted in the dark. “Don’t be silly. Of course you will,” said Deceit. “You have my word, all right?”

12:59

All four of them gathered around Virgil now, whose eyes moved in slow motion, slipping between the faces of his friends. “You all look so sad,” he said, his voice so low it was barely understandable. “Jus’ sleeping.”

“Of course, Virgil,” Logan said softly. All their eyes were so shiny. Automatons didn’t cry, right? They should probably get that checked.

“Take care of...”

Something ticked once and then stopped. Good. That noise had been getting annoying. What was it, anyway?

Oh. That was him, wasn’t it.

It was a little rude to stop in the middle of a sentence but Virgil couldn’t bring himself to care. He was so tired. He’d close his eyes just for a second

1:00

[master-sass-blast]

I’m Not as Think as You Drunk I Am.

OH, WHAT’S THIS, ANOTHER FIC?

YES. YES IT IS.

And, like the title suggests, it involves drinking; this is your obligatory PSA to drink responsibly and legally. It may seem like fun, but you can actually kill yourself if you drink too much. Stay safe, kids.

Summary: Wade gets the Reader DRUNK during a New Year’s celebration at the X-Mansion. Piotr finds out and gets pissed, then helps the Reader recover from their hangover the next morning.

Rating: T for strong language and alcohol consumption.

Warnings: Vomiting, legal alcohol consumption, hangovers, etc.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

(Title from “Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time” lyric by Panic! At The Disco.)

You’re minding your own business, just hanging out in the library while you innocently sketch in your drawing pad.

But, then, that’s usually how these things happen.

Wade bounds into the library, skips towards you, and hops over the couch before crouching behind you and putting his hand over your mouth. “Don’t scream. It’s just me.”

“I literally just saw you come in,” You mumble against his palm before pushing his hand away. “What’s up?”

Wade yanks on your arm until you climb over the back of the couch and crouch next to him. “Okay, so this is for your ears only, okay? Wolvie and I managed to hide some booze in the mansion for the New Year’s party tomorrow. There’s going to be a party in the basement after the fireworks go off. Anyone under twenty-one, Mr. Pole Up the Ass, and Colossus are absolutely not invited, capiche?”

You frown. “And you’re telling me this because...”

“Uh, because drinking alcohol is a great rite of passage in America. I’m Canadian, and I know that. You’re legal, right?”’

“Yeah.”

“Then you’re invited. Look, it’s better to drink with friends for the first time. We’ve all drank alcohol before --I can’t drunk anyway, so I’ll be able to keep an eye on you--and you’ll be at a safe place with literal doctors on staff if you get sick. It’s perfect!”

Hindsight will tell you that this is a bad idea. Horrible. Utterly stupid.

But, right now, you don’t have hindsight. All you have is foresight, and you’re foreseeing a lot of fun and new experiences in the future.

You grin. “Awesome.”

“And just what are you two doing?”

You and Wade both jump and stare guiltily up at your boyfriend.

He’s in his metal form right now, thick arms crossed over his burly chest. “Why are you hiding behind couch and whispering?”

“Hi, Pete!” You chirp with a sunny grin. “We’re booby-trapping Scott’s underwear drawer for New Year’s!”

“Don’t tell him!” Wade hisses, playing along with your deception.

Piotr simply shakes his head --but you can seem him repressing a smile. “Play nice, you two. No pranks tomorrow.”

“Aw, babe--”

“Nyet, myshka. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow is celebration, not time for pranks.”

You pout, slump your shoulders, and hang your head. “Okay.”

“Hey! I didn’t agree to this!”

“Fine! Do it without me!”

Piotr chuckles and turns to leave. “Behave, you two.”

“I make no promises!”

You opt to blow a kiss at your boyfriend --and he blows one back, which makes your cheeks flush--then grin at Wade when he’s gone and hold up your fist. “How awesome was that?”

Wade returns your fist bump with an equally devious grin. “So awesome.”

“Five... four... three... two... one!”

People cheer, fireworks go off, and camera lights flash as the world officially rolls over into a New Year.

Piotr grins down at you, holding you to him with one hand and using the other to caress your face. “S noyvm godom, myshka.”

You grin back. “Kiss me, darling.”

He does. Passionately, and longer than he would normally dare in other public displays of affection. When he pulls back, his cheeks are flushed and he looks immensely pleased. “A New Year.”

“A New Year,” you repeat. You grin, then lean up on your toes. “To all it may bring.”

“Da.” He kisses you again, then breaks it with a sigh. “I am on teenager duty tonight, unfortunately.”

“I know.” You feign a yawn and give him a sheepish look. “I’m actually kind of tired...”

He pats your shoulder and kisses the top of your head. “Go rest, myshka. One of us should.”

You press a kiss against his cheek, then head upstairs. Phase One: Complete.

You and Wade had constructed a damn near fool proof plan to sneak you downstairs without your mother hen boyfriend noticing. Wade had paid Russell fifty dollars to light something outside on fire to create a diversion, and he’d text you once it was safe for you to come down.

Within two minutes of skulking around the hall, you hear the loud ‘fwoom’ of one of Russell’s fireballs; mere seconds later, your phone chirps with a text from Wade.

Bro: Silver ballz is outsies. Bring on da booze!!! Get ur ass down here. XD XP

You: Don’t ever call him ‘silver ballz’ again. That’s just gross. And I’m on my way.

You creep back down the hall, listening for any signs of approaching residents. 

Fortunately, almost everyone’s outside, distracted by Russell’s explosion. 

You hop over the railing by the staircase and make an air current to float down to the floor. The backdoor’s open, and you can actually see Piotr outside in defense mode, trying to put out a burning rose bush.

“Psst! Come on! Stop ogling and get down here!” Wade hisses through the barely ajar basement door.

You dart over and slip down the stairs, an excited grin on your face.

Logan and Nathan are already down there, drinks in hand. Neena’s with them as well, along with Peter, Kurt, and Bobby.

“Rogue and Gambit should be joining us later,” Wade says as he joins you at the bottom of the stairs. “In the meantime, let’s get this party started!”

“For once, Wilson, you’ve had a good idea,” Logan growls as he takes a swig from his red solo cup. “Colossus’s kept us from having adult New Years for a while now.”

“Yeah, well, the world’s largest Silver Bullet ain’t got nothin’ on me!” Wade pulls out a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. “First shot of the night goes to Princess here, since it’s her first time.”

“Oh, everyone, you know what that means,” Neena says with a grin.

You frown as the others refill their cups. “What does it mean?”

“Everyone downs a drink once you take your first shot,” Bobby says as he blows on his cup to cool it down.

You blink, then eye your shot glass suspiciously. “That sounds... dubious.”

“Don’t worry, that’s just your inner Piotr talking.” Wade holds out the shot glass to you. “He’ll shut up after the second or third shot.” When you hesitate, his face softens. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You eye the glass in his hand, then shrug. “Hashtag YOLO.” You pick up the glass, lift it to your lips, then tilt your head back and down the shot in a few swallows, just like you’ve seen in the movies.

Well, almost like you’ve seen in the movies. It takes a couple tries for you to swallow it all down, and you cough once the glass is empty. “Oh my gosh. That burns.”

Wade cheers and claps his hands. “Well done! Considerably less flailing than I was expecting. All right, everyone else, she’s done it; bottoms up!”

You watch, stunned as the other adults drain their cups --cups, not shot glasses--in long, easy swallows. Your mind already feels a little hazy, but you still can’t fathom drinking this stuff that easily.

Nathan finishes first with a growl. “Keep it coming, Wade. It’s been a hell of a year.”

A couple hours in and you’re feeling great. The shots just get easier and easier to take the more you drink, and each shot you take has you feeling more and more relaxed.

Beer, however, tastes like piss; you have no idea how Nate and Logan stomach the stuff.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Nathan says with a crooked grin after he lets you trip a sip of his drink; his cheeks are flushed --apparently, he can drunk, just not as fast as you.

“An’ you keep callin’ Wade the s-su-stupid one.” You giggle and rock back in your chair, almost knocking it over. “You’re the one wi’ the stupid hair, ‘fter all.”

“My hair... is not stupid,” Nathan grumbles, pointing a finger at you.

“Maybe not, but Wade doesn’ have any, which jus’ leave you.”

“She’s got a point,” Logan says with a chuckle as he watches Domino destroy Bobby, Kurt, and Peter at beer pong. “The default answer is you.”

Nathan flips him off.

You laugh again, flopping around in your seat. You feel amazing. Normally, there’s always an underlying current of stress and worry, but right now it’s gone. You feel completely relaxed, without a care in your mind.

Your ‘Piotr’ voice --it’s not gone, just really hard to hear right now--is saying something about it being fake and one of the addictive side effects of alcohol, but you’re too busy taking another shot to focus on the actual words.

“Okay, pumpkin!” Wade lifts the shot glass out of your hand. “That’s the cut off point for you. You’ve had seven, and I’m not trying to give you alcohol poisoning.”

You pout at him. “I was havin’ fun! The fuck?”

“You can have it back in a couple hours, once you’ve guzzled some water, peed, and eaten something. The bathroom’s right behind you. I suggest you go there, because pissing your pants isn’t as fun as it sounds. Believe me, I would know.”

You blink owlishly at him. “Huh?”

“Maybe you should cut her off for the night,” Logan suggests. “She’s clearly a lightweight.”

You can’t really process what they’re saying. You’re too busy rubbing your hands all over your face. “I can’t feel my face,” You sing. “She tol’ me... don’ worry... ‘bout it!” You slap yourself across the face --it takes a couple tries, but you manage--and gasp when no sting of pain follows. “Holy shit! I don’ feel pain anymore!”

Wade laughs hysterically as he holds your hands away from your face. “I wish I had a camera! This is fucking priceless! Y/N, you’re completely toasted!”

You open your mouth to say something, but there’s a loud banging noise that distracts you. You loll your head back and try to see what’s going on.

Piotr tromps down the stairs in his human mode, fists clenched at his side. His blue eyes are wide with fury, and his mouth his clenched shut. He stops at the bottom of the stairs and glares down the room. “What is going on?”

“Shit,” Wade mutters under his breath. He forces a grin and stands, partially hiding you from view. “Colossus! Buddy! Welcome to the party!”

“Enough. Where is Y/N?”

You gasp once your brain catches up with your eyes. “Oh! Piotr’s here!” You smile --because you’re genuinely happy to see him, even though you’re too drunk to think right now--when his gaze snaps to you. “Hi, baby! How’s it goin’?”

He relaxes, just a little. “You’re going to bed. Now.”

You nod, happy to along with whatever he says. “Okay.” You manage to get out of your chair, but start falling over as soon as you try to walk.

Piotr darts forward and catches you, clutching you against his chest to keep you from toppling over.

You nuzzle your face against his chest, marveling at how soft his shirt is. You can’t really hear what he’s saying to the others, but you can feel the resonance of his voice in his chest. It tickles your face, and you let out a soft giggle as you wrap your arms around his waist. “You’re all buzzy.”

Piotr sighs and pats your back. “Come on, lyublyu. To bed with you.” He places his hands under your shoulders and tenses. “I’m going to carry you, okay?”

“Right.” You gasp when he lifts you --then groan when the room spins. “Oh shit. Everything’s sideways.”

Piotr tucks you against his chest and walks towards the stairs. “Close your eyes. Just let me take care of you.”

The trek to his room is mercifully short --though that might have to do with your passing out halfway through. Your eyes pop open when he sets you on his bed. “Huh? Where am I?”

“In bed.” He kisses your forehead. “Stay here. I’ll get you one of my shirts.”

You whine as he walks away. “No! Don’ leave me!”

“I’m just right here, at the closet. You can still see me.”

“But you’re so far ‘way!” You sob into the bed. “‘m all alone.”

“No, you’re not,” he says as he kneels in front of you. “I’m right here.”

You gasp. “You’re back! You were gone f’rever!”

He kisses your temple and wipes the tears off your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’ll be faster next time.” He sits you up and starts peeling you out of your clothes.

“Bow chika wow wow,” You mumble as he strips you out of your jeans. You start singing the intro to ‘Careless Whisper,’ but give up about halfway through. “Pete?”

“Da, dorogaya moya?”

“I think ‘m drunk.”

Last night, you felt great.

This morning, you abso-fucking-lutely do not.

Your head feels like someone’s driving an ice pick into it. Your body aches, and your stomach feels like it’s about to commit mutiny.

And you’re tired. You feel like you got hit by an insomnia train.

Piotr’s hand rubs up and down your back in soothing circles. “How are you feeling, myshka?”

You bury your face into your pillow to try and block out the light streaming through the windows. “Oh God. I think I’m gonna die!”

His lips press against your shoulder. “You’re hungover. Wade said you had seven vodka shots last night.”

“I didn’t mean to! Holy shit, this sucks! Why didn’t Wade tell me about this? I’m gonna murder him!”

“Later, dorogoy. Try to focus on getting rest for now.”

You would, but at that moment your stomach decides to launch its mutiny into motion. You lurch out of bed and bolt for the bathroom, diving for the toilet as the first round of stomach contractions start.

You’re not sure how long you spend vomiting into the porcelain bowl, but when you finally get a reprieve you realize Piotr’s sitting next to you, holding your hair back. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s natural reaction for hangover.”

“No --well, yeah, but not what I was talking about. I’m sorry that I went to the party behind your back, and I’m sorry I drank alcohol when I wasn’t supposed to. I’m sorry I broke the rules.”

He rubs your back with his free hand. “We’ll talk about it when you’re better --but you are very much forgiven.”

Once your body settles, he leaves your side to turn the shower on.

You grimace at the sound of the water pelting the shower floor. “That’s so loud! Turn it off!”

 “Sorry, dorogoy, but you’ll feel better after shower.” He helps you out of your pajamas --then strips down and joins you.

Normally, you’d be delighted by that, but right now you’re entirely consumed by how shitty you’re feeling. All you can really do is stand under the spray of the water and squeeze your eyes shut to try and block out the pain.

Fortunately, you don’t have to do more than that. Piotr’s in full ‘mother hen boyfriend’ mode right now, determined to help you survive your first ever hangover. He gently washes --and conditions--your hair and lathers your body in soap with such nurturing tenderness that you don’t even get turned on from having your boyfriend literally rub you from head to toe.

That, and you feel like shit. Actually, it might be more of the latter than the former.

Once you’re all rinsed, Piotr turns the water off and dries both of you off before helping you into a fresh set of pajamas. Then, in a gesture of ultimate chivalry, he carries you the ten foot distance back to the bed and tucks you in. “I’m going to make you some breakfast. Rest in meantime.”

You groan. “No. No food.”

“Your body needs food to help process alcohol out of system. Trust me, da? I have been hungover before. I know what helps.”

You snort, which makes your headache worse, but you can’t help it. “You? Hungover? Likely story.”

“I had rebellious phase!” He sounds indignant. “I was not always like I am now.”

“Sure, babe.” You manage to find his hand and pat it. “What, did you jaywalk instead of using the crosswalks like a law-abiding citizen?”

He huffs and kisses your temple. “Very funny, myshka. Get some rest while I make food.”

You’re out before he closes the door.

Nearly an hour later and he’s back, gently rousing you from sleep and helping you sit up.

“Breakfast in bed? What sort of alternate universe is this?” You grumble, feeling somewhat better after a nap.

“Special circumstance.” He sets up a tray table next to his bed, then sets a bottle of water and a couple ibuprofen pills on the table. “Take these and drink some water. I’ll be back in few minutes.”

Now that he’s mentioned it, you realize your mouth is bone dry. You take the pain pills and guzzle half the bottle, but your mouth wicks all the water away like one of those miracle drying rags Wade keeps buying off the infomercial channels.

Speaking of Wade, he’s walking into the room. “You okay?”

You glare at him as you gulp from the water bottle. “I’m gonna fucking murder you.”

“Figured. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about the hangover. I don’t get hungover anymore; I didn’t even think about it.” He sets an orange prescription bottle on the tray table. “But I brought a peace offering. Prescription painkillers. Best shit you can get.”

“Absolutely not.” Piotr storms into the room, sets the plate he’d been carrying for you on his desk, and yanks Wade away from you. “You’ve done enough damage already.”

“Piotr, calm down!” You exclaim, wincing at how loud your voice is. Quieter, you add, “He’s just trying to be nice.”

“By offering you stolen prescription. After getting you overly intoxicated.”

“They’re mine!” Wade insists as he flails in Piotr’s grip. “Legal and all that shit! I still have cancer, asshole. They prescribe painkillers to help with that.”

Piotr picks up the bottle, then sets Wade down after reading the label. “I am sorry. I should not have assumed. But you still got Y/N drunk --after you were told to not bring alcohol in for New Year’s. And you bribed Russell.”

“Look, babe, he wanted to introduce me to alcohol safely.”

“By breaking rules, causing damage, and lying.”

“By doing it in a safe place, with people who know me and know how alcohol effects the body, and where we had access to a doctor if things went super sideways. He didn’t take me to a bar, he didn’t force me to drink anything, and he cut me off before I got too out of control. I think he deserves some credit for that.”

Piotr mulls it over, then sighs. “Your intentions were... good, Wade. Even if your techniques were... misguided.”

“Thank you.”

“You still have to answer for your actions. You broke many rules last night, and bribing Russell to cause damage to property is unacceptable. He or any number of others could have been seriously hurt.”

 “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Wade waves his hand dismissively before plucking his bottle of painkillers out of your boyfriend’s hand. “I’m going now. Before you get too far into lecture mode.”

Piotr glares after him, then shakes his head and retrieves the plate from his desk. “Sorry about that, moya lyubov’.”

“It’s okay.” You gratefully accept the plate --you’re hungry now, ravenous beyond belief.

The plate is loaded with all your favorites --including a small stack of golden, perfectly fluffy chocolate chip pancakes.

Piotr kisses the top of your head as you dig in. “I will be right back. Do you want more water?”

“Yes, please.”

He returns a few minutes later, water bottle tucked under his arm and two glasses in hand. One is filled with an orange liquid and almost looks appetizing; the other...

“Is that... pickle juice?” You grimace when you give the contents of the glass a precursory sniff. “Why? Haven’t I suffered enough?”

“Salt will help your body. Take sips. Don’t try to drink it all at once.”

You take a sip --and it’s a disgustingly salty and sour--and eye the other glass with suspicion. “Do I even want to know what that is?”

Piotr holds it out to you. “It is Russian hangover cure. I think you will like this better.”

You sniff the contents --it smells decidedly better, just barely not like orange juice--and take a sip. “Oh! I like that!” You down the glass easily and set it on the table as you smack your lips. “Can I have more of that?”

“Maybe later, if you still need it. Try to keep eating.”

You manage, growing more subdued and sleepier as you fill your belly. Eventually, Piotr says you’ve eaten enough --and drank enough of the pickle juice, which is still gross--and lets you flop back down on the bed.

He pulls the blankets up around your shoulders and smooths your hair away from your face as you settle back in. “I will check on you later. Rest well, myshka.”

You wake up several hours later, feeling considerably less fucked over. Your head no longer feels like it’s being scooped out by a melon baller, and your stomach is considerably less grumpy. You manage to get yourself upright and pad out of Piotr’s room on shaky legs.

The mansion is practically silent as you wander through the large halls. Most of the mutants visit their families during Christmas and New Year’s, meaning that there’s no one to run into while you search for your boyfriend.

Which is probably for the best. You can walk, but you definitely don’t feel human enough for conversation.

It takes a while, but you manage to track him down; he’s outside, in full on defense mode, watching Nathan, Neena, Logan, Kurt, Wade, Peter, and Bobby clean up the remains from Russell’s bush burning.

Scott’s also there, supervising, which briefly makes you hesitate; you ultimately decide that you want your boyfriend, so you jam your boots onto your feet and brave the cold and snow.

The sunlight hurts your head, and you tromp towards Piotr as quickly as you can.

He starts slightly when you wrap your arms around his waist --considerably harder than usual since he’s in defense mode--and turns around with a concerned frown on his face. “Y/N? You should be inside.”

“I wanted to come find you,” You mumble as you press your face into his coat to block out the piercing sunlight.

He makes sure Scott is good to go, then scoops you into his arms and carries you inside. Before you can think of anything to say, you’re back in his room and in bed again with the blankets tucked over your legs.

He hands you the water bottle as you prop yourself into a sitting position. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. My head still hurts, though.”

He kisses your forehead, almost like a parent kissing their child’s scraped knee. “Do you want some more painkillers?”

“Later. I saw that you had the guys and Neena doing due penance. Why didn’t you have me out there, too? I was part of last night.”

Piotr takes one of your hands in his and kisses your knuckles. “Scott and I talked it over with the Professor. We decided better ‘penance’ would be to have you take course on alcohol safety.”

You frown. “Scott agreed to that?”

“Eventually. Wade made very compelling case for you this morning. He said you had no experience with alcohol previously, and that you had no basis to know why New Year’s rule was in place to begin with.”

You make a mental note to thank Wade later.

“The Professor and I agreed --and Scott added the safety course, which is not that unreasonable, I think.”

“It’s not,” You admit. “But I might bitch about it anyway.”

“And I will be there to pat your hand and remind you that it is due consequence of your choices.”

“Like the wonderful boyfriend you are. Pampering me and keeping me grounded.” You smile softly. “I like to think you bring out the best in me, Pete.”

He smiles back and kisses you gently. “I like to think you bring out best in me, Y/N.”

Despite the pounding in your head and the knowledge that you’re going to have to take a pain the ass course eventually, you melt into the kiss.

There’s no place you’d rather be.

[deepdisireslonging]

Family Found Part 21: Your Catastrophe

It’s the first week as an official co-manager of Raw with Baron Corbin. That would be fine… if he wasn’t rewriting everything the Reader had planned for the show.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, Baron being a jerk

Word Count: 1864

Note: Again, super rushed, sorry. This week has been hard, but I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things over the next couple of days. And I am super excited for what I’ve got in store for TLC. If WWE doesn’t put it out there first. Which is seriously my biggest fear right now since what I’ve been writing (and planned months ago; i.e. Drew’s test of loyalties last week) has been so close to what has been actually happening on the show. Keep your fingers crossed that I can keep giving you guys unique content. Happy reading! Any and all feedback super appreciated!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 20: Handling It

Monday Night Raw – October 1, 2018 – Seattle, WA

No Way Jose’s peppy music started the night. He danced out with his conga line in tow, ready for his chance at participating in the TLC Intercontinental Championship fatal-four-way. He made his way around the ring and then danced in the center of it. Just as he finished, there was a record scratch followed by a bit of silence. Jose grinned as the stage lit up with Dolph Ziggler’s pink and star-studded entrance. Dolph came out, flanked by Drew McIntyre. They gave each other a fist bump before the Scottish Psychopath left, rushing to leave before the conga line could catch up with him.

The match was fast paced. Dolph’s speed and Jose’s sense of rhythm made for some interesting combinations of attacks and reversals. The longer it went on, the more Dolph became agitated. So much so, that he eventually went for a steel chair.

He swung it wildly while the referee stayed between him and Jose. The ref bounced off the canvas as Dolph shoved him to one side. As the chair descended onto Jose’s shoulders and back, the bell rang for the disqualification. He continued the assault until Jose stopped moving, whether from true injury or the illusion of one to end the fight. Dolph dropped the chair in one corner and froze. With a growl, he realized what he had just thrown away.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Baron Corbin walked out onto the stage. “Considering the circumstances, this match is still not finished.” Jose’s head wearily popped up. “It is going to start with a no disqualification stipulation. Ref, if you would.” He waited for the signal and the bell, then smiled.

Jose wobbled to his feet. Dolph picked the chair up again and swung. The first one was easily avoided, the second one not so much as Jose was too slow in seeing the chair approaching his stomach. He bent forward, then arched to stretch out the pain. Dolph used the stretch to use a Zig-Zag, winning the match.

***

Baron walked backstage and nearly ran into you. “What was that?” you demanded. “There was no call for that. Dolph cheated and that should have been it.”

He moved to push by you, but you stood in the way. He sighed. “You need to leave your personal vendetta against Dolph out of this. It’s up to us to make fair decisions and to reopen opportunities when they’ve been cut short.”

“Fair? It what you did had been fair, all of the matches would be no DQ.”

“That’s a great idea.” He heavily dropped his hand onto your shoulder, ignoring how you immediately pushed it away. “I’m glad you thought of it. I’ll make sure those rules are in place for Seth Rollin’s match against Jinder Mahal next week.” He turned with a short laugh.

“What? No, Corbin!” You had to fight not to stomp your foot like a child. No matter how much his retreating form irritated you.

***

There was another round planned for a spot in the women’s number one contender’s match at TLC. Natalya had left it up to you to make sure the right people made it to the match. It wasn’t hard considering Ruby Riott had already been planned to fight Nia Jax. What seemed to always be out of your reach was the Riott Squad’s ability to slip past security and make it to ringside.

Nia wasn’t worried. She wanted her title back and she was going to get it, no matter how many women she had to cut through. In no time at all, she had the upper hand and Ruby had retreated to a corner to whisper with her friends. Nia grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back into the center of the ring. Out of sight, Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan circled the ring. The ref was too busy making sure Nia let go of Ruby’s hair to notice as they crept onto the apron.

With a series of kicks, Ruby was able to get away and cry foul enough to hoard the ref’s attention. The Squad attacked. Once Nia was incapacitated enough, Ruby’s injured magically healed and she as able to surge back into the fray. A three-count later, Ruby Riott was officially another member of the TLC fatal-four-way. Only two more matches to go.

***

Backstage, You followed the sound of their cackling and blocked their path before they could flip the clipboard of a techie. “That was low, even for you.” You ignored Baron’s heavy footsteps coming to a stop behind you. “And I didn’t think you would want an outcome like this. You’re a great wrestler Ruby, but we can’t see your full potential if you keep letting your Squad intervene.”

Ruby shared a look with her girls and smiled with a shrug. “What’s done is done. Unless tonight is going to be a night of do-overs. Even then, I’d still win.” She cocked her head. “And my potential is just fine, for those who know where to look. It’s a simple preservation of energy. Squad or no squad, tonight proves I could have beaten Nia for the title.”

Baron sniggered, “I have to agree.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder.

He mocked motioned that he was hurt. “That’s no way to talk to your co-manager.”

“If my co-manager keeps acting like this,” you said, gritting your teeth, “he’s going to mysteriously go missing.” The Riott Squad gasped and huddled together as if watching a drama, minus the popcorn.

“Are you threat-“

“Ruby,” you said, turning your back on Baron, “I am going to let you stay in the fatal-four-way. Not because I think you earned it, but because I know that your actions are going to come full circle, with or without my interceding. Congratulations on your win tonight.”

The Riott Squad left in a chorus of giggles, obviously not perturbed by what you said.

***

Later that night, Dean and Roman had a tag match against the Ascension. All four of them were focused on their opposing forces. Roman was constantly cheering Dean on, and Dean was bouncing around the ring in a moody way. While his moves were just a powerful as normal, they were sloppy. Like he had something else on his mind. Roman didn’t seem to care, if he noticed at all. Dean was back and they had a match, and he was going to watch his back.

Viktor was suited to fight Dean. His lithe form made sure the movements were quick and surprising. Konnor was more suited to fight Roman. While they were not the same height, nor did they have the same strength, Konnor kept Roman on his toes. Both teams were made of battle brothers, willing to do anything for each other. Apparently, for the Ascension, that meant involving outside help. The sudden appearance of Jinder Mahal and Sunil Singh at ringside told the Universe that the Ascension was not going to be another squash match for the two Shield brothers.

Seth ran down to the ring, preventing Jinder from getting involved and catching Dean as Viktor threw him out of the ring. They had untangled themselves just in time to see the Ascension double-team Roman and win the pin.

The Shield took over the ring, but the damage had been done.

***

During the commercial break, Baron had made a match for the Superstar Show-Down. The battle lines drawn during the match were going to stand, including what you considered to be a strange an unnecessary alliance between Jinder and the Ascension.

This time, you were the one following Baron. And you weren’t going to mince words. “A good GM would make it a rematch just between Dean, Roman, and the Ascension. And leaving Jinder out of it.”

Baron didn’t look up from his notes. “Well, that shows how much of a terrible GM you’re going to be. That’s not how things are done around here. Especially now that I’m going to be making the majority of the matches.” He handed you the stack of papers and tapped them as if you were a secretary being given another task. Then he was gone. Again. And you were angry. Again.

You almost punched the person who tapped your shoulder. At the last second, you realized it was Mojo Rawley. “Mr. Rawley,” you puffed, relaxing yourself, “what can I do for you?”

He shuffled on his feet a little before answering. “I want a rematch with Finn Balor. It doesn’t have to be for the Universal tonight, but if I win I want to be declared the number one contender, and then get to face him in Australia.”

“I don’t know, Mojo-“

“I’ve already challenged him and he accepts as long as you clear the match.”

Compared with the rest of the night, this was probably going to be the only thing that went to plan. “Okay. You’ve got your match. Head towards Gorilla and I’ll tell Finn. Have fun.”

***

Mojo got his rematch. Well, most of it.

Kevin Owens had decided that he was not finished with Finn either. He too appeared at ringside and attempted to distract the Universal Champion. But his plan did not go as well as others had that night. Instead of giving Mojo and opening to win his contender spot, Mojo was too busy yelling at Kevin to go away. He turned around when Kevin shifted his gaze to behind him and rushed head-first into a harsh slingblade that wiped him out. Kevin watched with his hands on his head as Finn climbed to the top of the turnbuckles, then crashed down with a coup de grace.

It was a win. But not one that Finn considered wholly honorable. He helped Mojo to his feet and whispered, “you’ll get yar real re-match. Jus’ let me deal with ‘im first, yeah?” They shared a look, then slowly turned their attention to Kevin.

He nervously looked between them. To save face he began muttering about mind games. “You’re not going to always see me coming, Balor. I can promise you that.”

Finn grinned. “If ya say so. But I’ll see ya in Australia.”

Kevin made a hasty retreat while you set the match backstage.

***

He found you texting in the office and plopped down on the only chair in the room. “I think tonight went well.”

You grumbled, “I can’t say that I agree.” When Baron shrugged his shoulders, you let a tiny wave of anger rule you. “There was interference in every single match!”

“Not the first one-“

“You interfered in that one.”

“Oh, come on.” He stood. “You’re not still mad about-“

“Yes. Yes, I am.” You stepped away from him. “You know, the show would run a whole lot smoother if you would just stay out of my way.”

“You didn’t even want this job!”

“And yet here I am, cleaning up your catastrophe.” You were half a second away from finding a chair to stand on so you could glare at him properly when your phone rang.

Baron grinned as he saw who it was from. “Have fun explaining your catastrophe to Stephanie.” He continued to chuckle as you left the room.

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I’m so excited for you guys to read this chapter! I hope you will let me know what you guys think of it and just imagine cuddling with Clyde in a sleeping bag or cuddling by the campfire. HE SNUGGLE AND HE CUDDLE LIKE A PRO! Please enjoy!

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Kneeling down to look into the tent, Clyde wasn’t expecting to be given a kiss on his big nose and Belle giggling at the sight of Sadie wrapping her arms around her uncle’s neck and hugging him. Being so proud of her successful surprise attack, the little girl jumped out of the large tent and proceeded to go tell her father and his girlfriend, who were about to finish pitching their tent on the other side of the firepit. Clyde blinked, still a bit stunned but then chuckled at seeing Belle walking on her knees over to him and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Sadie wanted to help unroll the sleeping bag,” she told him as she pushed his loose, dark hair out of his face. “When she heard you coming, she told me to be quiet so she could be a ninja.”

“She did a good job,” Clyde huffed in amusement, seeing how the inside of the tent was organized with their bags on the side and their thick sleeping bag arranged in the middle. Knowing that it would be very warm this weekend, the couple opted to use the sleeping bags as a cushioning and bring along thin blankets to cover themselves with (knowing that they were going to be sharing body heat whenever they sleep close together as well, they weren’t worried about the cold nights). Although, in Clyde’s mind, he was sure they were going to be glued together after what he had planned…

“Did you need help with anything else?” Belle asked politely, her lips in a sweet smile at noticing his eyes giving off that daydreaming gleam.

Having left either of his prosthetics at home, Clyde was comfortable enough to have his left arm bare to those he was close to. Although he was used to not needing so much help with everyday things, camping was a bit of another story. Camping itself was different, when it comes to pitching the tent and being able to hammer down the spikes properly, he asked Jimmy to help out with the task and then asked if Belle could set up inside while he double-checked with his brother if everything else was set for their site. The campground was secluded from any sort of civilization, but led to a small town that had a gas station and small grocery store and Clyde could recount about two or three other attendants within the site on the way to the Logan Family’s designated spot. It was still too early in the season for flooded campgrounds and summer activities, providing a source of peace for the Logan brothers and their loved ones to enjoy their time.

It was the perfect place to propose.

Feeling his girl’s hand lightly scratching his beard, getting his attention, Clyde snapped out of his haze and shook his head. Belle giggled lightly. “You seem so out of it since we got on the road… Are you feeling alright, handsome?” she asked gently, bringing her hand up to feel his forehead.

“M’fine, Darlin’,” Clyde assured, taking the hand on his forehead and kisses her knuckles. “Just very happy to have ya here on this campin’ trip.”

Seeing her smile so brightly, Clyde felt his heart stutter when she poked his lips with her pointer finger. “I’m happy to be here, too, Clyde. It means a lot to me that you want me to come to the place where your dad brought you.”

Kissing her finger, Clyde looked up to the sky to see the sun signaling a shiny afternoon with the birds singing somewhere and the noise of the creek not so far away making a lovely, peaceful soundtrack. Looking behind him to see Sadie distracted by Sylvia having her helping with fitting all her stuff inside the child’s tent and Jimmy fiddling with the instructions on his and Sylvia’s, Clyde looked back to his girl and gave her a small smile.

“I wanna take ya someplace,” he told her, kissing her wrist before tugging her close. “C’mon, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” Belle responded brightly, crawling out of the tent and allowing her man to help her to her feet. Holding onto his hand, Belle followed him onto the dirt trail of the pathway, looking all around her with new eyes and drinking up the beautiful scenery of the tall trees and vegetation while Clyde was her guide.

Seeing her admire the nature of the camping property, Clyde squeezed her hand with a small smile. “When Jimmy and I were kids, we would spend hours at the creek I showed ya on the way over here. We pretend to be pirates searchin’ for treasure,” he began recalling softly. “Course the treasure was rocks ‘n sticks, and we’d haul it over ‘round here to bury it somewhere… It was fun ‘til Jimmy stepped into a hole and dropped all the rocks on me while I was diggin’.”

“Oh no,” Belle gasped but the tiny smile of hearing the amused laugh from the taller man made it seem less serious.

“It’s alright, I pushed him in a bush that had nettles under growin’ under it. He couldn’t stop itchin’ his ass and legs the whole time. Pa thought we were bein’ stupid wanderin’ in the woods when we didn’t know which plants to avoid,” Clyde chuckled.

“I bet you two were little rascals for your dad,” Belle hummed. “But, you would’ve been the cuter kid, for sure.”

Clyde shook his head at her assumption but she ignored it and began swinging their linked hands, beckoning him to tell another story. “ Once Jimmy found a turtle while we snuck out of the tent one night and brought it back inside in a bucket, wanted to keep it as a pet. Turned out wasn’t a normal jus’ a regular turtle and Pa woke up to somethin’ nippin’ his toes because I took it out. It was bonkin’ the bucket and I couldn’t sleep.”

“Sounds like something Jimmy would do. I’m not going to lie.”

He chuckled and rewarded her with a kiss to her head and nuzzling his nose to her sweet-smelling hair. “Or there was the time I found a nest of woodchucks by accident and the mama wasn’t happy. You should’a seen it, a kid runnin’ through the woods, screamin’ his head off because of a mama groundhog thought he was gonna hurt her babies.”

Belle gasped, covering her laughter with her free hand as Clyde watched her with amusement. They turned to a trail that was off the main road provided, but still distinct from years of others traveling. The woman noticed the change of path and looked up to him with a curious smile on her lips. “So, Mr. Woodchuck-Nest-Invader, where exactly are you taking us? Off to some magical pathway to another realm filled with adventures and mystery?”

“Probably not filled with mystery, but it is indeed somethin’,” Clyde answered. He wasn’t going to spoil it, but his smile exposed his excitement at the unknown feeling of the small box hidden deep into his pocket. Belle gave him the side-eye and smirked, only to make him grin even bigger, if that was already possible. “Not sayin’ anything ‘til we get there, sweetheart.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” Belle hummed before looking forward, only to lose her teasing expression at the sight of a metal chain blocking their way next to a park trooper stall. The ranger inside his little post noticed the couple outside his window, prompting him to fix his hat and exit the wooden hut.

“Afternoon,” the man said, tipping his hat to them and Clyde nodded in response, instantly shutting himself away from the stranger.

“Hello,” Belle responded with a polite smile, noticing Clyde eyeing the chain. “Is there something happening over here today?”

“Uh, no ma’am, the trail from here onward is closed off to the public.”

“Excuse me?” Clyde frowned deeper as his eyes snapped to the ranger, who jumped at the sudden, unexpected growl from the much taller, muscular man. Belle’s other hand came up to rest on his bicep, offering a calming rub. He took a deep breath, remaining calm, but the pout was still evident on his mouth.

Being a bit better with speaking for the both of them, Belle looked back to the ranger. “Can you let us know why it’s closed? This is actually my first time camping on these grounds, and my boyfriend is showing me around.”

“There’s been major flood damage that’s not safe beyond here,” the ranger answered, placing his hands on his hips. “Majority of our trails have been closed for now, but we plan on inspecting lessening the limits for you all to enjoy within a few months or so. Until then, we initiate a serious look-out to insure the safety of everyone.”

“There’s no way to get to the marker?” Clyde asked with a low voice, looking to the chain and following his eye to the post. The marker he was referring to was the nature post providing information to passerby of what types of flowers naturally grew there - the exact place his father proposed to his mother and planned on doing the same.

“The marker is the spot where the flood is, sir. The dams that connect with the town flooded the edge of the creek beyond it and flooded the marker first; we assume it’s about eight feet submerged right now, but it’s gone down some. Still too dangerous for the public.”

“That’s too bad,” Belle sighed. Looking up to her boyfriend, she offered him a small smile. “Maybe we can come back in a few months, then you can show me the surprise? It can be like a little vacation for us, if you want…”

“But there’s gotta be a way to the marker,” Clyde huffed but the ranger shook his head. “Dammit…Ya gotta be shitting me right now! You gotta let us through, please!”

“Clyde, honey, it’s okay.” Belle squeezed his arm lovingly, being honest as she stepped between him and the ranger who raised his hands in a sort of way to tell him to ease up. Knowing that he was just frustrated, giving the ranger a look of slight distrust. “Thank you for the info, sir. We will be on our way now.”

Allowing her to turn him around and gently pull him back down to the way they came, Clyde huffed a few times in stress, absolutely outraged by the reality of the situation but couldn’t figure out how to express it. Belle kept rubbing his arm soothingly with both hands holding on to him, her brows furrowed as she saw how he was getting riled up. “I’m sorry this happened, Clyde. I guess the rain has been causing runoffs and flooding more south…”

Seeing him do another, upset huff, Belle leaned her head on his arm. “We can always come back, if you want, handsome. I’m sure whatever you wanted to show me will be there and beautiful once the flooding cease by then!”

“But I wanted to take ya there now, I had to,” Clyde grumbled, eyes wet as he stared to the ground with a tense jaw. Coming to a halt once they made it out of the off trail and onto the main road, he raked his hand through his dark hair and Belle let him go and gave him space. “I had to bring you there, Belle. I had to…”

“You will, handsome,” Belle assured him the best she could, coming around to rest her hands on his chest. Feeling his speeding heart, Belle sighed and carefully wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her cheek against him, closing her eyes. “It’s okay, Clyde. Please, don’t let this ruin your trip with your family, okay? The sun is still shining and we’re all here to have fun. We can still have fun, I promise.”

Looking up to see his eyes filled with tears, Belle smiled to him and she gave him a loving gaze and reached up to stroke his jaw. “I know this camping trip means a lot to you, Clyde, and I’m already loving it. You telling me what you did as a kid and all the messes you and Jimmy caused, and I can’t wait to share the tent with you with no sounds of the neighbor’s dogs or trucks honking.”

Pulling back a bit from him, Belle held his hand with both of her own. “I’m willing to wait as long as possible for the surprise, okay? I won’t make a fuss about it, I promise,” she told him honestly, her eyes gentle as possible and Clyde couldn’t help himself but fall deeper in love with her being so sweet to him over something she didn’t understand.

Sighing, Clyde wrapped his left stump around her neck and pulled her into a kiss that showed his frustration with the situation, but also giving her his love and appreciate how much she cares for him. Peppering smooches on her lips and on her chin, nose and cheeks, Clyde dipped her back a little, resting his good hand on the small of her back. “I love you, Belle. I love you, I love you, I love you so much, Darlin’. Yer so perfect, baby,” he whined against her lips as she cooed to him in thanks. “Yer so perfect, angel. I love you.”

Returning to the campsite after walking everywhere else that was allowed, Clyde pointing out some memorable moments of his youth to Belle and telling stories that made her laugh or gasp, he eventually calmed down. It looked obvious that Jimmy was waiting for the couple to return only to see Clyde looking rather bitter to the world and Belle unfazed or any different from before. As soon as Sadie saw the two coming up, the child called to the woman from playing with a collection of small rocks being placed into a sort of structure. Belle excused herself to Clyde, giving him a kiss to his cheek before going to Sadie’s side as she began explaining that she was building a house made from rocks, leaving Clyde to slowly trek towards his brother.

Jimmy looked between his little brother’s pouty face and the back of Belle while she pointed to some flat stones for the girl to use as foundation. “So?” he urged Clyde with raised brows.

“Didn’t happen. Marker was closed for flooding.” Clyde grumbled and looked down to his feet with heavy eyes. “Got the whole perimeter on watch, can’t get through nowhere without poison ivy or junk. Said it take months before they reopen it.”

Jimmy frowned immediately and ran his hand down his mouth. “Shit.”

“I had it all planned out, everything,” he whispered under his breath, shaking his head. “Was gonna take her to the exact spot Pa showed us and everything, Jimmy…”

“Hey, hey,” Jimmy slapped his brother’s back and pulled them to move out and away from the little girl and two women lounging not too far off. “There’s gotta be other spots, right? How ‘bout the tree everyone carves their names? Pops showed us where he and Ma wrote theirs after the proposal. Or-or, ya know, there’s that nice bridge near town? Nice view of the woods and over.”

Clyde shook his head. “I was going to propose at the same spot Pa did, not some janky tree people vandalized or the bridge where it stinks of fish and booze. You know the bridge is a hotspot for those rowdy teenagers and bums.”

Jimmy remembered and sighed, pinching between his eyes. “You’re right. Damn, and you’re sure ya can’t just sneak past?”

“You know how it is over here, they’d cuff ya as soon as you step one foot over the line,” Clyde scoffed. “Not to mention that the water’s ‘bout tall as me! What’s nice being proposed like that?”

“Does...she like to swim?”

Clyde gave him a nasty look and readied himself to walk off, only for the older Logan to grab the collar of the shirt and hold him in place. “Don’t you think ‘bout it, buddy. We can think of somethin’. It’s not over just yet.”

“You’re not thinking straight enough,” Clyde grouched, trying to lean away from Jimmy.

“And you ain’t thinkin’ creative enough,” Jimmy countered. “Listen, you still got all weekend to figure something out. Belle knows how important this campin’ trip is for me and you, right? Jus’ suppose to be us guys?”

“Yeah.”

“And she knows that you’d do anything to make her feel like a princess or goddess, or some crap, right?”

“She does.”

“Then she will think whatever proposal you do to ask her to marry you, she’s gonna love it. She’ll probably cry and hug you and not let go, so you’d carry her every ‘til we have to pack up and leave,” Jimmy pointed out. “I’ll be teasin’ you two and Sadie will be askin’ if she will be the flower girl and everything like we talked about. Don’t give up so easily, ya little shit. Jus’ find your perfect timing.”

Clyde thought it over carefully, keeping his eyes on his Belle every time she came his way or he would turn his head around whenever he heard her voice. Sadie seemed to have hogged most of her attention, not wanting Belle to follow her uncle whenever he came by to let them know that Jimmy had brought out sandwiches. The little girl even sat on Belle’s lap and chatted nonstop to her and, once they were done eating dinner for the night, Sadie wanted Belle and Sylvia to help her set up the inside of her tent before tucking her into bed. Clyde didn’t really mind it as much, instead letting his head flow through possible ideas to give Belle the best proposal, and Sadie seemed to help give him time to think. Still, no matter where he tried to think of a proper place to propose, and with special meaning to both him and Belle, Clyde was having a hard time…

By the time the adults figured it was late enough to sleep, after sharing the first pack of beers amongst each other, Belle told both Jimmy and Sylvia to rest well. Clyde was stretching his arms by the time Belle entered the tent and began looking in her bag for her sleeping shirt, finding it, sitting back on the sleeping bag beside him. Clyde just looked to her with a sleepy stare as she changed, his mind all over the place.

Once Belle popped her head through the hole, she noticed how her boyfriend seemed deep in thought, making her smile before leaning over to press multiple kisses on his cheek, somewhat startling him. Chuckling a bit, Clyde let his hand lift to stroke her neck with his fingertips.

“What are yer doin’?” Clyde asked her softly, his voice tired and cracked.

“Just telling you how much fun I’m having on this camping trip through kisses,” Belle mumbled against his cheek, pressing another there before moving to the edge of his jaw, just under his ear, then lightly biting his skin there to make him shiver.

“It’s not much like I wanted. I wanted to take ya to the special place…”

“And that’s okay, Clyde,” Belle hushed him gently, snuggling her face into his neck. Clyde was careful in wrapping his arms around her and pull her into his lap, and she pulled back and tucked his hair behind his big ears. “I’m still very happy I got to come; I know how much this camping trip means a lot to you and Jimmy, so being a part of it is such a big honor. You made me feel important to you, Clyde, and that’s enough for me.”

Sighing, Clyde held onto her tightly and rolled to the side on the sleeping bag, making her squeal a bit when he groaned tiredly and trapped her in his hold. “I just want everything to be perfect, baby…”

“I think it is already,” Belle told him honestly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed her forehead against his. “I’m here with you, and I got to play with Sadie and spoil her with Syl, who is just as awesome. And Jimmy isn’t bad company, too, I guess, but you’re the cuter Logan brother that I have more fun with. Jimmy’s only fun when I do shots with because he always loses!”

“You just don’t have a brutal bone in your body with me, do ya?” Clyde snorted and she puffed air into her cheeks and pursed her lips. He snuck a leg between hers and patted her cheek with his only hand, making her let out amusing noises. “Yer too patient and gentle with me with everythin’ that goes wrong on my end.”

“I do it because I love you,” Belle batted her lashes at him, smiling the way he loved. “Even if you have a bad day, I’m just happy to be with you at the end of it. I know you would do the same for me, like you always do, even when I can be an absolute ticking time bomb of a monster. You still pick me up and give me your professional Clyde Logan lovin’ that makes me feel better, so I’ll do the same to you when you need it!”

“Such an angel,” Clyde sighed with his big puppy eyes, holding her cheek. “How am I so lucky to have you, I have no idea.”

“I could say the same to you, handsome,” Belle cooed, bumping her nose with his affectionately and he willingly played along, feeling his heart race. “To tell you a secret, you were like a beautiful sunrise to my very dark days, Clyde, and I love you so, so much for it. I think you’re the real angel here.”

Clyde whined and pulled her into a kiss that nearly made them both lose their breath. They weren’t going to get too handsy on each other in their tent, especially when a little girl’s own tent was not too far away from theirs and Jimmy having ears of a hawk (when he wants to). Giving his girl another long kiss to her lips, Clyde allowed her to slip under the sheet and turn off their lantern, leaving him to watch her fall asleep within minutes against his chest.

Then it clicked.

“Sunrise…” A big, toothy grin spreading on his face, Clyde remembered how beautiful the sunrise looked from their designated spot and then everything wrote itself. He could wake up Belle before the sunrise and watch it come up, bend on one knee and hold out the small box that was currently snugged against his thigh.

It was perfect, because Clyde saw Belle as his sunshine.

Unable to fall asleep so easily as he normally would, Clyde gave Belle’s head a few short, gentle kisses before snuggling his face into her hair. He always watched the sunrise when he camped, like his body was a natural clock to the perfect time to see the warm colors paint the sky and wake up the world - this just had to work for something like this!

“Uncle Clyde?” a soft, timid voice reached his ears, making him lift his head to see Sadie’s favorite Elsa flashlight glowing as she began unzipping the entryway. Careful to reach over and turn the lantern back on, Clyde saw his little niece’s face wet with tears and the most cutest pout ever.

“Sadie, sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Clyde sat up slowly, brows furrowing to the young girl as he beckoned her to enter the tent and zip it shut.

“I’m scared,” Sadie whimpered as she clutched the flashlight to her chest. “I heard weird noises outside, and I think it’s a bear. Can I stay with you and Aunt Belle, please? I don’t want to upset Daddy…”

Exhaling, Clyde looked to the slumbering girlfriend next to him and back to his niece. As much as he adored his niece and would pretty much kill for her, he wanted to prepare himself for the proposal while cuddling Belle. It wouldn’t be a big deal...unless it was Sadie, who would no doubt cuddle Belle and hog her comforting body as much as she did during the day. He could tell her that there were no bears around their area and send her off, but…

“C’mere, honeybun,” Clyde waved his hand only hand for her as he scoot away from Belle’s side a bit, already missing her warmth. Sadie was quick to pounce on the sleeping bag and scramble under the covers, turning straight to Belle and cuddled right up to her. Clyde watched Belle inhale and slowly register Sadie’s familiar snuggles, draping her arm over the child and settle right back to sleep within moments and holding the girl close, just the way Sadie liked it.

Clyde turned off Sadie’s flashlight for her, whispering that she was safe now between him and Belle, and she nodded in understanding. Taking extra measures for his niece’s sake, Clyde snagged the coat he brought for himself and draped it over both girls as an extra layer. When he was done, he got under the covers by them and kissed Sadie’s blonde head.

“Sleep tight, munchkin. No bears will bug ya now, okay?” Clyde whispered to her and kissed Belle’s head when the kid hummed against the woman’s chest. Settling down, Clyde began forming his proposal speech he would say within hours…

“A flash flood warning has been put into effect, please pack up your belongings and leave the park in a orderly fashion. I repeat, a flash flood warning has been issued and we request all attendants within the camp grounds to leave the property in a orderly fashion.”

Waking up with a jolt, Clyde’s eyes shot up to the pattern of heavy raindrops pelting on the outside of his tent. There was no form of thunder or lightning, but the overhead speaker startled him enough and Jimmy struggling with the zipper. The older Logan eventually shoved his head in to find Belle starting to wake with his daughter still curled against her, looking between the two with a drenched head and water dripping from his scruff.

“We gotta pack up and head-on outta here, they’re shuttin’ it down,” Jimmy informed them. “Rain’s jus’ gonna get worse and they don’t want us stayin’ in this spot so close to the creek and all that.”

“Oh shoot,” Belle breathed as she instantly got up and reached for her bag to shove her items inside, Sadie still out cold. The overhead kept repeating its news as Jimmy shook his head like a dog. “I can roll everything up, Clyde, if you want to help Jimmy break down the tent.”

“Already done, Belle,” Jimmy nodded. “Got Sadie’s all packed and in the truck, too. We’re jus’ gonna help ya out with yours so we can scramble on outta here.”

“There’s no way we can stay and wait it out?” Clyde blurted out to his brother while Belle was still half-asleep as she got their bags packed.

“I’m already slippin’ on mud out here, they ain’t gonna let us stay,” Jimmy shook his head. “Already got a ranger tellin’ me and Sylvia to get you guys packed and gave us a half hour.”

Belle was already urging Sadie to wake up to go to her dad, and Clyde gave Jimmy one last pleading stare before he shook his head slowly. Sighing, Clyde silently removed the sheet and yanked his boots on to leave, already seeing the mess Mother Nature decided to literally rain on his parade, making him start to feel his throat contract. Jimmy patted his shoulder before silently bending back down to collect his daughter to bring her to his truck, where Sylvia was waiting with a coat over her head with the backseat ready for the child. Noticing how cold it was in the rain, Clyde turned to see Belle getting ready to leave the tent with both their bags and blankets in hands.

“Belle, baby, wear my jacket ‘til you get to the car,” he instructed her with his chin jerking to his coat left on the bare sleeping bag. Fishing out the keys in his back pocket, Clyde tossed them to her and she caught them. “If yer still cold in the car, turn on the heat and I’ll be right there.”

“I can come back for the sleeping bag,” Belle insisted as she draped the said coat over her head, which he knew she will properly put on inside the car, since it didn’t have a good.

Clyde shook his head. “Don’t worry ‘bout that, baby,” he offered her a small smile and bent down to kiss her quickly. “Jus’ wait in the car for me and stay warm.”

Belle slowly nodded and proceeded to follow his order, hurrying to the car as Jimmy returned after dropping Sadie off with Sylvia. The brothers locked eyes for a moment when Belle closed the passenger door, dumping the bags in the back, before Jimmy gave Clyde a ruffle of his wetting, dark hair.

“We will figure somethin’ out, Clyde,” Jimmy promised before the two started to dismantle the tent in the heavy rainfall with slick mud at their feet.

Fun fact: Original plan was for the weird noises to be Jimmy and Sylvia getting busy, and Sadie was scared and kept Belle and Clyde awake all night...still could’ve been, it’s up to you!

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warning: joe bang almost revealing his alter ego

The Logan brothers found themselves inside Joe Bang’s home, sitting on the loveseat in what was assumed to be a makeshift living room. It also had a small coffee table, cluttered with empty beer cans, hand tools and some half-filled jars with unknown powder and liquids with scribbles written in Sharpie on the glass. There was an old box TV on the other side, and a rocking chair but other than that, it just seemed to fit the lifestyle one would think Joe Bang would live in.

“Yer lucky I didn’t go all James Bond on yer ass,” Joe Bang grumbled as he came from the kitchen with a frozen bag of peas, throwing it at Clyde who was holding crumpled paper towels to his nose. “Trust me, I’ve watched those movies and memorized all his moves, I could’a gotten you good.”

Removing the paper towel from his nose, Clyde sniffed softly before pressing the frozen veggies against his face, scrunching his brows at the sting. His nose stopped bleeding as soon as Joe Bang calmed down...after Jimmy jumped on him and put him in a headlock. The older man eventually called uncle and realized that Clyde indeed was gushing blood between his fingers as he held his face. Although Clyde was expecting Joe Bang to yell at him for his unannounced request, he certainly wasn’t expecting a direct punch to the face. Despite being a soldier, having gone through hell and back of training and taught how to defend himself from many dangers, Clyde honestly couldn’t bring himself to keep up with Joe Bang’s attack.

As the ex-convict eventually sat down on the rocking chair across from the brothers, Joe Bang looked between them with narrowed eyes before speaking.

“I would...like to properly apologize for hittin’ ya on the face,” he started slowly, hands on his knees. “As someone who considers you...a friend, of sorts, it was very wrong of me.”

Clyde didn’t respond, instead waited patiently for him to continue. “But, lil Rosabelle comes first before any friend o’mine, that’s just how Joe Bang does it. So, hearing you say you want my blessing, I only assumed the worst.”

Jimmy crossed his arms, still mad about his brother’s injured nose. “Now what the hell would you assume to be the worst in Clyde askin’ to marry Belle?”

Scratching his shaved head, Joe Bang tried to keep his temper down. “Well, I didn’t want to know ya wantin’ to marry her because you knocked her up.”

“WHAT!” both brother shouted, and Clyde hissed at the pressure on his nose while Joe Bang gave them a look.

“Listen, not like it’s the first time a situation like that were to happen, and I ain’t judgin’!” he claimed strongly. “And frankly, I don’t even wanna hear ya say ya been busy with Rosabelle in a naughty way like that - protection or not!”

Jimmy groaned when Clyde remained silent, holding the bag on his face to hide his red cheeks. Joe Bang decided to ignore the younger brother’s lack of response. “What I’m tryin’ to say is, I don’t want lil Rosabelle to end up like her own mother, alright? She tried hitchin’ up with Rosabelle’s daddy when she found herself knocked up, and that’s how the kid ended up with her grandparents: abandoned, ‘cause her folks took off and didn’t look back! God only knows what happen to those bums.”

“Her folks up and left her?” Jimmy raised a brow and looked to Clyde.

“She don’t like talkin’ ‘bout ‘em,” Clyde bit out to his brother about his girl’s difficult past. “All she said was they didn’t want her, so her grandparents took her in. Never pushed her to tell me anythin’ more.”

“Nevermind that,” Joe Bang waved it off. “What made ya think to ask me for her hand anyway? Ain’t that like some junk ya see in old movies?”

Ignoring how Jimmy gestured obviously to Joe Bang, Clyde slowly removed the frozen peas. His nose had dried blood peppered under his nostrils and mustache, and he had no doubt how bruised he looked by the numbing feeling up the bridge to under his left eye. “Reason why I’m askin’ ya for a blessin’ is ‘cause you’re the only family she got. Her grandparents are long gone, and I know how you care for Belle like she was yer own...probably better than yer own brothers, if ya ask me.”

Joe Bang nodded in agreement. “Yer not wrong there. As much as my own flesh and blood got their own charm, I admit that lil Rosabelle is like my own lil baby.”

Clyde nodded. “I know Belle cares for you, too, so it’s why I’m takin’ to consideration that it would be best to treat you as Belle’s family. Not to mention we’ve probably been through extreme bonding, on account you did suck my arm off and I forgave you.”

“Hey!” Joe Bang frowned. “I said I was sorry!”

“And I said I forgave you!”

“See, ya already actin’ like family, Belle would be so happy.” Jimmy rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch in defeat. “So what you thinkin’ Joe, can ya give Clyde an answer so we can go? Smells like ya tryin’ to make a cake outta dirt.”

“You don’t say nothin’ to the neighbors ‘bout the smell,” Joe warned Jimmy with a pointed finger, only to be gestured to the other Logan to get on with the original conversation. Making an irritated noise, Joe Bang crossed his leg with his knee and stared at Clyde. “Listen here, boy, do you really want to marry lil Rosabelle? You think this over enough or just goin’ on a whim…”

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for over a year,” Clyde confessed sourly, inhaled sharply to try and breathe properly. “Got a ring safe in storage already.”

“Why you wanna marry lil Rosabelle huh? ‘Cause she’s pretty and makes you feel special?” Joe Bang demanded. Clyde knew that this was his own way of getting deep with Clyde, to try and pressure him to say something wrong that will reveal the truth of why he shouldn’t allow him to purpose. “Think she will be yer lil housewife and all that? ‘Cause she ain’t ‘bout that kinda life for ya, robo-boy.”

Dropping the frozen bag of peas to his lap, Clyde made direct eye contact and stared at Joe Bang with no hint of fear or worry. “Belle’s the first girl who actually treats me normal, not some sorry sap with one hand and runnin’ a bar,” he said seriously. “She ain’t my maid or leverage, but my backbone and reminder that I am still a man; Belle makes my life feel worth it, unlike any other gal who’s tried to date me and all… Belle’s one of a kind angel, and I don’t want to let her go. I’d drop everythin’ I have right now so long as I can stay by her side.”

“You promise t’ make her happy?” Joe Bang asked next.

“Whatever it takes,” Clyde answered.

“Let her be her own person and don’t tie her down?”

“I’d want the best for Belle.”

“And if ya make her cry or divorce her for stupid shit?”

“I’ll let you skin me and bury me in yer backyard.”

Joe Bang clapped his hands. “Then, I guess ya got my blessin’, but don’t expect me to treat ya any nicer jus’ ‘cause I know my lil Rosabelle fancies you,” he warned seriously. “I been in that gal’s life since she was born, and only hell can try t’ stop me from makin’ sure she’s safe. I’ll wait ‘til yer twenty-fifth anniversary before I’ll start acceptin’ ya.”

A swell of joy flowed through Clyde, an irresistible grin on his face as he suddenly jumped at the pain from his nose and cheekbone. Smushing the bag against his face, Clyde used his left arm to attempt a hand shake with Joe Bang. “Thank you, thank you so much, Joe Bang,” Clyde sighed in relief, happy/pained tears tickling the corner of his eyes.

“Yeah yeah,” Joe Bang only lightly shook the metal prosthetic. “Sorry ‘gain ‘bout yer face...but can you two get outta my house now? I got stuff I’m workin’ on.”

“Of course, sir. Thank you, sir!” Clyde jumped a bit, acting like a kid at Christmas with the approval of his proposal. He was about to run to the door, suddenly remembering something. Turning around, Clyde dropped the bag of peas on the ex-convict’s lap. “Here ya peas.”

“Wait, ya little shit!” Jimmy hurried after him, leaving Joe Bang watching as Jimmy caught him in the yard to complain about his nose. Casually getting out of the rocking chair, the older man closed his front door and locked the deadbolt to ensure a bit of an extra safety to prevent the older Logan from kicking his ass for hitting his brother.

Back in the truck, Clyde was the happiest man, smiling through his pain as he waited for Jimmy to pull into the road. His brother, however, was more realistic at the moment. “Yer forgettin’ that yer nose is bleedin’ and ya gettin’ a nice shiner…”

“But I’m happy,” Clyde shrugged, unconsciously touching the bridge of his nose to feel the numbing pain. “...It ain’t twisted, is it?”

“Don’t look like it, but I’m takin’ ya to Syl to have her check…”

“What the hell happened to your face!” Belle yelled in shock as soon as she saw Clyde’s patched nose and black eye forming under his eye.

Sylvia had been the bearer of good news to Jimmy that Clyde’s nose wasn’t broken, but definitely will be swollen and very sensitive for a good week - if not obtain some headaches, which she gave him some painkillers. Sylvia did question her boyfriend as to why his younger brother had his tiny smile the whole time during the inspection, only for Jimmy to say that he’s just losing his mind. Once the happy train deported from Clyde’s head, the realization of his current facial injury returned and now he could feel his nose having its own heartbeat. Still, after getting checked by Sylvia and was in the clear, Clyde asked to join Jimmy in picking up Sadie at Belle’s work, where Mellie was watching her. Despite the pain, all Clyde wanted to do was to see Belle after achieving the first step in his cauliflower plan.

Now, seeing his lovely girl’s eyes full of worry as she hurried to him in her apron, leaving Sadie to look from her painting project to the approaching men, Clyde felt himself wanting to shrink.

“Well?”

Both brothers noticing the tone in Belle’s voice, they panicked.

“Box fell and -!” Clyde said with a hiccup.

“Door busted!” Jimmy yelped.

Both of them looked to each other as Belle stared at them with crossed arms, Mellie standing behind the counter with Sadie watching with an absolute confused expression. As soon Jimmy caught sight of Belle’s tapping fingers on her arm, he cleared his throat and adjusted his hat. Lightly smacking Clyde behind the shoulder before using his brother as a shield from the woman, refusing to look Belle in the eye while Mellie gesture wildly behind her best friend.

Clyde took a deep breath through his lips, feeling the throb in the middle of his face. “While I was labelin’ some boxes in the back, there was a stack behind a door near the garage office that I didn’t think to keep open. One of Jimmy’s employees came through, kickin’ the door, and knocked the stack I had...and a box dropped on me.”

“Jesus,” Belle sighed worriedly before snapping her eyes to the other Logan brother. “Jimmy!”

“Why ya yellin’ at me? I didn’t do nothin’!” Jimmy defended with both hands up. “Dammit Belle, when I saw what happened, I brought him to Sylvia and she looked him over. I was being a good brother this time, see? Nothin’ is broken!”

“I’m fine, Darlin’, really,” Clyde stepped between them and brought his right hand up to stroke his thumb along Belle’s jaw in comfort. Watching her raise a brow at him, he gave her a soft smile. “Actually think this might be a good look for me. What ya think, baby, a bartender with a busted nose? People’ll say Clyde Logan kicked some guy’s ass just with his thumb, and they should see the other guy.”

Belle rolled her eye, unable to resist a smile. “Save that for the books, handsome. You’re not going to start wearing leather jackets and calling yourself a badass that easily,” she told him amusedly while he shrugged. “I’m glad it’s nothing serious, but still…”

“M’fine, Darlin’,” Clyde reassured her. “Syl was nice enough to give me some meds for the pain and said I’ll be good as new in no time.”

Belle shook her head before looking over Jimmy still keeping his distance from her temper. “Thank you for taking him to Sylvia, and please tell her I’m very grateful for her help, too.” She offered him a smile when he eventually dared to glance her way, hoping to come off more friendly. “You took care of Clyde, like a good brother and I’m very thankful for that.”

“So long as we know who’s the smarter Logan brother,” Jimmy glanced to Clyde while Belle snorted while hugging her man in comfort. “Maybe then we won’t have any more accidents from here on out.”

“Aunt Belle,” Sadie called out while she set down her paintbrush next to the pot she was decorating, “can you show me the flowers you want me to grow in this one, please? I wanna know which flowers to paint.”

“Sure, sweetie,” Belle said before excusing herself from Clyde’s side. “They’re outside, out this way.” She held Sadie’s hand as she brought her through the small doorway, and the three siblings waited to hear the clang of the wooden door that led to the back garden for safety.

“What did you two idiots do?” Mellie whispered sharply to her brothers. “I thought you two were suppose to go talk to Joe!”

“We did, but he thought Clyde was bein’ sketchy,” Jimmy told her just as dramatic in his whispering, going nose-to-nose with Mellie. They wanted to yell, Clyde knew that very well, but didn’t want to risk Belle overhearing.

“Sketchy? Sketchy ‘bout what?” Mellie threw her hands up.

“Somethin’ about rockin’ a few too many on Belle, the stupid junk.”

Mellie’s face went blank as she stared between the two men. “Joe Bang...throwin’ punches because of he thought this was a shotgun wedding.” Thinking it over, the blonde woman sighed and pinched her nose. “On second thought, from the stories Belle’s told me ‘bout Joe Bang...I can see it. Sorta. So, I’m going to assume that you got the okay from him, then, right? That shiner wasn’t all for nothin’?”

“I got it,” Clyde answered.

“Good, then it’s time for the next step in cauliflower?” Jimmy groaned.

Walking in the familiar pathway of the neighborhood, Clyde kept his eyes down to the dirt road as Belle gently held onto his metal prosthetic as he guided her appropriately. Keeping her on the side off the road, Clyde’s robotic appendages held on to her fingertips in a sort of clamp as they neared closer to their home, his other hand holding on to the small bag that held the take-out food he ordered and picked up.

Belle glanced up to eye her man’s face carefully. “Does it hurt?”

“Not much, just kinda numb right now,” he spoke softly as a truck passed by the two. “Box filled with heavy bolts and all, didn’t really feel much until Sylvia started poking.”

Belle sighed and Clyde couldn’t resist a small smile. “Don’t worry, Darlin’, it’s not all that bad,” he said looking over to see her cute pout and puffed cheeks. Seeing her sigh again, Clyde’s gaze softened as she looped her arm around his and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“I’m just happy you’re not seriously hurt.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind being babied jus’ a bit for a bruise,” Clyde teased that brought a bright smile to her face, making his own heart skip a beat as she looked up to him.

“I think that can be arranged,” Belle mused, rubbing her fingers into his biceps.

Arriving home just before the sun had set, the couple ate their dinner together while conversing about their day; Clyde going into detail about what he was labeling and answering her questions about what it was like trying to label specific things in Jimmy Code, as she put it. Clyde laughed when she imitated his brother’s accent and buff build, reaching to hold her while she finished with her fruit mix, resting his chin on her shoulder before she tied the plastic bag filled with their garbage. The younger Logan brother fell to the temptation of following after her while she threw the bag in the outside trash, startling her once she turned around to find him so close.

“What’s wrong?” she asked with a smile as he just stared at her with a sort of puppy-love look in his eyes. “You’re just being needy tonight.”

All day he had Joe Bang’s blessing on repeat in his mind, over and over did he hear the approval. Every time he thought of it, he got his uncommon giddiness he rarely showed in public. But now, being home with his darling Belle within his grasp, he couldn’t resist being happy with what was to come in the coming days; he just wanted to spoil her with love until then, and then after for the rest of their lives…

His right hand coming to stroke her cheek and tuck a lock behind her ear, he held her face as his smile grew stronger. “Yer so beautiful, Darlin’.”

“Next to the trash cans and working in dirt all day...I suppose,” Belle rolled her eyes with amusement before taking his hand. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head with the box, Clyde?”

“I just love ya,” he shrugged and knelt down to kiss her lips, only to accidentally bump his bruised nose against her soft cheek. Pulling back and making a face, Clyde did his best not to whine in pain as Belle watched him.

“My poor handsome man,” she cooed and scratched his scruff with her fingers. Pressing a little peck to his jaw, she took his hand and began pulling him back inside and guide him through the trailer as he kept his head back to avoid letting her to see him in pain. “Come on, let me take care of you, silly.”

That was how Clyde Logan found himself sharing a bath with his Belle, warm water relaxing his tense back muscles while Belle sat behind him, shampooing his black hair in a soothing massage. The tub wasn’t all that big to fit the both of them with elbow room, but they make it work when they take turns on who is washed first. As of now, Belle was farthest back while Clyde leaned down for her to reach his hair to wash. The way her fingers scrubbed his scalp brought him into a trance that he began mumbling, his voice deeper as he continued to praise Belle. She only giggled at his compliments and brushed bubbles from his cheek when he leaned his head back on her shoulder, spreading the suds to her naked shoulder. He was so happy to see her smile as her fingers continued to rub his hairline next and her lips press lightly to kiss his brow.

“Yer so beautiful,” he sighed in pure bliss.

“More than standing by the trash cans?” Belle teased and he resisted to laugh through his nose. “Or is it just because I’m naked with you in the tub…”

“Yer beautiful anytime and anywhere, Darlin’,” Clyde corrected.

“Why, thank you,” Belle hummed and kissed his forehead. “I think you’re very beautiful, too, handsome.”

Making a noise, Clyde was about to list all the reasons why he wasn’t when Belle pinched his cheeks. “Rinse your head, honey. Your hair is all done,” she instructed him softly, and he only nodded and did as he was told and taking the shower head to rinse.

While using the shower head to rinse all the shampoo bubbles from his hair, Clyde was careful to miss his nose before bringing his head back up. Wiping the water from his honey-colored eyes, Clyde felt Belle’s small hands grasp his chin and carefully turned him around in the warm water. Opening his eyes, Clyde was surprised when Belle leant up and angled her head to avoid his bruised nose to press a proper kiss to his lips. Realizing the intent, Clyde grinned and wrapped his stumped arm around her naked back, returning the kiss with enthusiasm. Leaning them over, Clyde dipped Belle a bit while using his other arm to balance properly by gripping the edge of the tub. He held on to her and gave her a movie-worthy kiss.

“Because you had that look in your eye when you couldn’t give me a kiss,” Belle laughed against his lips when he didn’t let up. “Are you feeling that deprived right now? Am I not giving you enough kisses, Clyde?”

“I just love ya,” he responded before kissing her again, being so happy that he couldn’t hurt his nose in this position. Pressing his body closer to hers, feeling her wet skin against his spread a warmth in his blood that sped his heart up. “I just love ma sweet, darlin’ Belle. I love, love ya lots.”

Belle laughed when he switched to her exposed neck, only to jump when Clyde yelped when his nose pressed against her. When he didn’t stop trying to nip her skin with love bites, the woman quickly splashed him. “Clyde, be careful! I don’t want you to get hurt any more!”

“Don’t take me lovin’ ma girl away! Jus’ a little, baby, please,” Clyde begged, unable to stop himself from laughing through the pain as Belle’s shoulders shook with her silent giggles. The rest of their bath time last for an hour of Clyde trying to convince Belle to let him love her when he was so happy. Unknown to her, he was dreaming of sharing a bath with her and a special ring on her finger.

Fun fact: Clyde totally hurt his nose by trying to love Belle, so Belle gave him an ice pack after their bath. His hair was blow-dried though, so he was floofy.

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