#hey imma go take pictures because that's easier than explaining some things

[irregardlessly-tish]

It’s not even 9am and I’m exhausted already... I did my usual work out, I did the dishes (yesterday I didn’t have time) and then did something that I’ve been wanting to do for a long time but couldn’t because it was hot as hell: I manually mowed the lawn. What does this mean? Well, as I mentioned before... my garden is very unkept since my dad doesn’t take care of it and doesn’t let others use the lawn mower (he kinda taught my brother but he doesn’t care about it so he instantly forgets about it once he finishes doing it while he refuses to teach me how to do it because ‘it’s a man’s job’ and yet no man is taking care of the garden and the grass is almost as tall as me in some parts and this is no exaggeration. It’s a jungle out there. The grass is so fucking tall no even my dog goes there anymore...) but it doesn’t matter because the last time he used it he broke and hasn’t taken it anywhere to get it fixed though he’s been saying he will do it since November. SO, I’ve been thinking... we have my grandpa’s big gardening scissors (he had a farm, he loved taking care of plants) though I think they are actually called branch cutters or something? But these are old, heavy and a bit rusty so it won’t cut many branches but it surelly will help with the grass and weeds and strange big plants that are growing and we don’t know what they are but damn the stem is growing really thick and it’s almost like a small tree, we can’t let it grow any stronger and look at all those damn bindweeds, they are approachin and if we keep ignoring this garden our house is going to look like the house in Jumanji soon. Anyway, there’s the area where I drink tereré where we have a small table and have a perfect view of the jungle but there’s also like a pathway to the end of the garden and in that path are the strings to hang the laundry so it dries and it’s very annoying to do that because the grass is now growing in the direction of the path so it touches your legs and stuff, my skin is a little bitch so it gets red and itches all day after that. I’d tried to push the grass and weeds and step on them so they don’t get in the way but a couple of days later they are back at it again so I decided I’m done with them and I’m gonna cut them because if I have to wait for my dad or brother to do something we’re going to die, consumed by all this weed. So I took my gardening gloves and my grandpa’s big scissors and started scissooring that motherfucking grass. My allergies where activated, my arms were itchy and so where my legs because even if I did my best I couldn’t avoid the weeds and even a little brush against my skin makes it red. My cat is a curious little shit and of course she was there looking at me like what the fuck is she doing and then started running like crazy because I guess seeing someone work was too much excitement for her. I’m not planning to cut everything, but just clear the pathway and it’s a lot of fucking work to be there on your knees or squatting and also my arms have lost any feeling at this point (adding yesterday at the gym to this wasn’t a good idea but when is the weather going to be this good again?) but I managed to fill two very big bags with dead plants and I cleared more than half of the pathway. I can’t keep doing this today because now the sun shines directly on that zone and I’m tired as fuck, I really can’t feel my arms as I type this. Supposedly tomorrow’s weather is going to be like this so I can finish this work before the unbearable heat of summer returns. I’m sorry if my explanations aren’t clear, I’m not gonna proof-read this, I want to play pokemon now.

I took some pics to explain better how it is

The path that needed to be cleared, here it was already a little bit cleared but the grass you see at the end is what I need to get rid off:

That table at the end is where I sit to chill, is on this kind of corridor where I keep the plants I take care off, they are mostly potted plants not directly planted on the ground.

The view of the jungle from the table

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Educated: A Clyde LoganxReader Story (1/5)

This is my first time posting on Tumblr something that i’ve written- Ah! Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. 

No warnings 

Chapter 1

“I am going to go down to that damn school and…” Jimmy Logan yelled before his brother Clyde interrupted him with his slow, southern drawl. 

“Now Jimmy, we both know that ain’t gunna be good for Sadie. Ya’  just need ta calm down.” Clyde said, placing a hand on his older brothers shoulder to calm him down. 

“Like hell imma calm down. My little girl has a broken arm because of that school! That teacher shoulda been watchin’ them kids better. What kind of…” Jimmy muttered, shrugging off Clyde’s hand. Clyde was glad that it was only Jimmy, Nancy (his head waitress) and himself in the bar at the moment, relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain Jimmy’s outburst to any customers. Jimmy, Clyde, and Nancy had come in early to do some maintenance around the place. Right as they were getting ready to get started, Jimmy had just received a call from his ex-wife Bobbie Jo saying that their daughter, Sadie, had broken her arm at school playing on the playground. 

“It ain’t no ones fault. Kids are gunna be kids and accidents happen’.” Clyde said, trying to appeal to his brother’s logical side, but he already knew that it was too late for that. He sat down the glass he was cleaning and looked at his brother. 

“Fuck that. My baby is sitting in a hospital because of someone in that school and I’m gunna let ‘em have a piece of my mind. Plus Bobbie Jo said I needed to run by the school and get Sadie’s backpack and stuff that got left behind.” Jimmy stood up with a jerk, moving towards the door. Clyde smoothly made his way around the bar, stopping Jimmy in his tracks. 

“Right now Sadie needs ya’ at the hospital, she don’t need ya’ goin’ up to her school and causin’ a fuss. Plus ya don’t even know what happened so you don’t even know who to be mad at. Iffin’ it will make ya feel better, I’ll go on down to the school, get ‘er stuff and ask what happened while ya go on down to the hospital” Clyde said, seeing his brother calm for a second, processing his words. Looking over at Nancy, he saw her nod her head. She would often cover for Clyde when he need to run out. 

“I know its someone’s fucking fault at the school so you better make sure you let them know how angry I am” Jimmy said through gritted teeth. 

“Give Sadie a hug for me, let ‘er know I’ll teach ‘er the ways of managin’ with one arm.” Clyde smirked, hoping to make his brother chuckle but Jimmy was already almost to his car, muttering angry thoughts under his breath. Clyde sighed and followed, making his way to his truck. 

Luckily the drive to the school wasn’t too bad, only about an hour or so. Jimmy had been real pleased when Moody and Bobby Jo had moved back after living in Lynchburg for a few months. It made it a lot easier for Jimmy to see Sadie, which meant Clyde got to have a better relationship with his niece. He had been to her school a few times in the months she had been back in the area; a school play and her end of year awards ceremony but he hadn’t been there this school year yet. 

About halfway to the school he realized he had no clue who her teacher was this year. He tried to think back to the last time he had seen Sadie and was talking to her about the beginning of the school year. 

“Hey hey Sadie Lou.” Clyde remembered saying as Sadie ran into his trailer and threw her arms around her uncle a few weeks earlier. 

“Hi Uncle Clyde,” she said, sitting on his lap. “Guess what?��� 

“What?” Clyde replied, not that it mattered to Sadie, who had kept chattering over his response. 

“I baked you some of my ultra famous toasted s'mores cookies.” Sadie said with a huge smile.

“Well thank ya’.” Clyde said, giving his niece a squeeze. “Them are my favorite.” 

“I know! They are also my teacher’s favorite, Ms. (Y/L/N). I made them for her because I want her to like me. She is the prettiest, nicest teacher in the whole school and I want to be her favorite.”  Clyde chuckled, his niece always had been a people pleaser thats why she always did so well at those pageants she liked doing. 

“I ain’t believing for one second that that you needed cookies to be ‘er favorite.” Clyde said, tickling Sadie. “Yer sweet ‘nuff on yer own.” 

“Uncle Clyde…” She said as she giggled and squirmed in his lap. “Stoppppp.” Clyde chuckled as he tickled her a bit more, her daddy coming to help him as they both made her laugh. He hadn’t thought much about that conversation until now as he was heading to go meet this Ms. (Y/L/N). Feeling the heat rush to his face, Clyde started to get a little nervous. 

There were many things that Clyde Logan was good at. He was good at being a brother and an uncle, he was good at running a bar and making drinks, and he was excellent at making a mean plate of nachos, just to name a few. However, there was one thing that he was not good at, and that was talking to pretty women. For as long as he could remember Clyde had always been the shy brother. Mellie and Jimmy could talk to just about anyone, but he couldn’t seem to to steady himself when he was around someone who he found attractive. Sure, behind his bar counter, he could talk to the customers who came to order drinks, but when it came to being on his own he couldn’t seem to get his thoughts organized. 

Clyde sure was hoping that this teacher wasn’t as pretty as Sadie made her out to be, because if she was Clyde was in for an awkward afternoon. 

Clyde showed up to the school just as the students were being let out. He parked in the front parking lot, waiting a few minutes for all the students, buses, and cars to clear out. Seeing the place finally look a bit calm, he made his way out of the truck and went to the door. He was let into the office where he explained he needed to pick up Sadie’s stuff and talk to her teacher. The office checked Sadie’s file and saw that he was identified as her uncle.  This meant that they were able to give him information about Sadie’s class and they pointed him in the direction of Ms. (Y/L/N)’s classroom, room 152. 

He walked slowly down the hall, trying to calm himself down before he met Sadie’s teacher. Picturing his 3rd grade teacher, the terrifying and strict Mrs. Appleton, he tried to convince himself that he was going to see someone who looked like her instead. 

However, when he made his way into room 152, he knew he was definitely wrong. He peered around the door frame and saw an absolute angel sitting at the teacher’s desk. Her eyes were focused on the paper in front of her, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she examined the words in front of her. She had brown hair that was hanging in her face, that she was absentmindedly twisting between her fingers. He felt almost breathless, watching her so focused, so intensely studying the piece of paper. It made him want to study her that way, watching how her eyes danced across the page and how her face reacted to the things she was reading. 

Suddenly she looked up from the paper. Obviously she wasn’t expecting 6' 3” Clyde Logan to be standing at her door, so when her eyes met his she jumped with a surprised “Oh” slipping from her lips. 

“Uh, sorry to uh, scare you ma'am.” Clyde said, taking a step into the classroom. 

“No! I’m sorry. I was a bit too focused. I was trying to read a story one of my students wrote and unfortunately, I can’t read a single word of their handwriting.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said with an embarrassed chuckle.

“No worries ma’am.” Clyde said, his cheeks flushing red as she flashed him a smile. 

“Hi. I’m Ms. (Y/L/N), or (Y/F/N). What can I help you with?” She said, standing up and walking over to Clyde, extending a hand. Clyde stuck his hand out, his prosthetic arm hidden slightly behind him. Her hand was soft, much softer than his hands. They also felt much smaller than his own. She smiled at him again and he felt his stomach fill with nerves. 

“Uh. I am Clyde.” He said, pulling his hand away from hers before she could feel how clammy it was beginning to get. They stood there in an awkward silence before he realized that he probably needed to explain a bit more. “I mean, I’m Clyde Logan, Sadie’s uncle. I uh, came to get ‘er stuff.” 

“Oh gosh, yes! Poor Sadie. The kids were playing at recess and she fell off the jungle gym. I haven’t been working here long, but I’ve told the principal that they need to get rid of that thing. It’s old and too high.” The teacher said as she walked over to some shelves in the room and grabbed Sadie’s backpack. She continued to talk about the incident, giving Clyde all the details of what happened but Clyde was distracted. He followed her with his eyes as she walked around collecting Sadie’s things and writing her a note. Clyde felt like he couldn’t breath, the way that her hair danced across her shoulders and the way her mouth moved as she talked making him feel like he couldn’t think clearly. Suddenly he realized that the room was quiet and that Ms. (Y/L/N) was looking at him expectantly. 

“Huh?” He said, clearing his throat. His cheeks flushing with embarrassment again. 

“I asked if I could send some cards the kids made her. I was hoping you could give them to her when you drop off the backpack. I also wrote her a little card myself.” She said with a smile, walking towards Clyde with the backpack and a stack of white papers. 

“Uh, yeah…” Clyde mumbled. “I can do that.” He fumbled for a moment, trying to grab the backpack and the cards. Eventually he had to put the straps over his prosthetic arm, and grab the cards with the hand. He felt his face turning a bright shade of red, and he tried to make a quick exit towards the door. 

“It was very nice to finally meet you Mr. Logan. Sadie talks about her brave uncle frequently.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said. Clyde stopped, turning to look at her. 

“Oh really?” Clyde said, a shy smile spreading across his face. 

“She likes to write stories about you. It’s pretty cute.” Ms. (Y/L/N) said, leaning against her desk and looking at Clyde. “She makes you a superhero, saving the day. She is usually your sidekick. You’ll have to ask her to read them one day.” 

“I’d like that.” Clyde said, looking at her until he felt so overwhelmed he had to look at the ground. 

“Well thank you for coming to get the stuff. And also thank you for your service.” She said, quietly, before flashing Clyde a smile that made his stomach flipflop. 

“Uh. Thank you. I mean, uh, yur welcome.” Clyde said, making his exit. His cheeks felt like they were on fire as he made his way down the hall and out of the school. Of course he would embarrass himself in front of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen that just happened to be his niece's teacher. There is no way now she’d be interested in a guy like him because he must have seemed like an idiot to this beautiful, educated woman. Clyde opened his truck door, slinging the backpack into the passenger seat and placing the cards on top. He leaned his head against the back of the seat, closing his eyes and trying to forget the last 10 embarrassing moments of his life. 

He also felt confused because he could decide whether or not he wanted to see Ms. (Y/L/N) again. He had never had a “crush” come on so quickly like that and it made him feel like he was 15 years old again. Like he was young and not in control of his body. Feeling ridiculous and hoping that driving would clear his thought, he started his truck and texted Jimmy to let him know that he had Sadie’s stuff and was making his way back to the bar. He kind of hoped he could forget this afternoon ever happened, but he had a strong feeling that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.