#louise belcher/logan bush

[babsvibes]

Dread String of Fate rated T

Art by @zazatur, whose commission info you can find here!

Enjoy a louigan soulmate AU where each person has their own identifying tell, and Louise isn't exactly thrilled with hers. I'm also shocked that I updated this, but the final chapter will be posted next month!

[louiganweek]

Graphic, as always, by the wonderful @drawthething!

Louigan Week | Sept. 23rd - 27th

@louiganweek Use the tag #louiganweek24

I'm so excited for the third annual Louigan Week! You can find the guidelines here, and they’ll be the same as years prior. Happy creating!

Day 1 - Bet/Smug

Day 2 - Comfort/Shirt

Day 3 - Bicker/Unspoken

Day 4 - Linger/Flame

Day 5 - Wild/Electric

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LOUIGAN WEEK DAY 1

"5 bucks say you can't guess what rotten fruit is in this smoothie"

"You're on"

"...."

"Honeydew?"

"... Better"

the festivities have started @louiganweek

[louiganlove]

[waytoomanyhobbies]

Day 1: Bet/Smug

Louise challenges Logan to a game of Hide the Pickle. Yes, this was one of the many Louigan thoughts I had while watching the new episode last night.

[writingboutbrainrot]

All of Me Loaves All of You [ch4]

[ch0 | NOW ON A03] [hey here's a playlist btw]

The entrance dance had gone well enough. A small amount from Tina's “heinie liney” fantasy had made its way in, and Louise definitely had to protest with the idea that it looked better with the shortest member of her party and the tallest on the grooms’ side. Their butts were not level enough to touch, and instead Logan’s ass kept bumping into the middle of her back. She was sure they'd see her gritted teeth when they watched the playback that Linda would insist on viewing this Christmas. 

When the music shifted into something more calm and Gene announced the hour of open bar, Louise beelined. No eye contact with Logan or anyone else until her hands tapped the bar’s countertop and she stared at ex-convict and the family’s long-time friend, Mickey.

“Gimme your strongest, Mick,” she said, sure that her tone held the appropriate amount of desperation - which would be none, and she’d be wrong about that. Mickey raised his brows but shrugged and began to make his signature concoction.

He couldn’t help making small talk though, it’s just who he was. “Work up a sweat out there already?” he asked as he placed the glass on the bar. Louise squinted at him in a way that could be construed as menacing. Mickey construed it as such, at least, and gave a weak smile before nudging the glass toward the young woman. It broke her concentration and even her death glare. Maybe even her brain.

Louise looked back up at Mickey, eyes now wide. She pointed at the thick and cloudy monstrosity in front of her with pretzel sticks poking out. “Mickey, what is this?”

“That? Well you asked for my strongest Mick. So that’s my strongest ‘Slipping You A Mickey’. Beer, wine, milk, pretzel sticks and protein powder, with extra protein powder for extra strength!”

The way he beamed made it difficult for Louise to be harsh. She inhaled and exhaled before giving him a smile.

“Thanks Mickey, I’ll take this one to Logan in a sec - so sure he’d appreciate the extra protein. In the meantime, do you think you could mix me up an Old Fashioned and drop in some extra cherries?” 

“Oh yea, sure thing Baby Burger! Comin’ right up!” Even as he said this, Louise decided to watch him closely this time. Even if he’d gotten his liquor license (had he?), she wasn’t sure Mickey had passed any bartending classes. She didn’t see anything odd go into this glass though, and was at ease when Mickey turned around with the fresh drink that included an entire layer of maraschino cherries. For this, Louise slipped a $20 bill under a garnish jar as she verbally thanked the bartender before turning around with both glasses. It was the first time she was aware of the crowd that had grown around them.

Pushing her way through, Louise was careful not to spill either drink on her way back to the table she shared with her family…and Logan.

Although she noticed the table was a little lacking on the family side. The frantic way she looked around for anyone else was extremely noticeable. Logan fought back a chuckle.

“Linda and Gene are at the bar, Bob’s talking to the guests of honor,” he said neutrally as he could. Catching the glasses Louise set down, notably the one she set in front of him. “What is that?”

“That’s your free drink,” Louise answered matter-of-factly as she sat down. Then she dared to look at the blonde through her mascaraed lashes and added, “Got it just for you.”

And it’s not like Logan could turn down a “goodwilled” gift from his nemesis. And it’s not like Logan could turn down anything from someone who looked at him like that. Swallowing any odd feelings, that were definitely just from anticipation of what this drink was made of, Logan put a hand around the glass. Returning Louise’s gaze, he lifted the drink.

“Well, thank you then,” were his famous last words before the edge of the glass touched his lips. The way Louise’s face lit up in real time as the life drained from Logan’s could be considered demonic. As if she had used the moment to drain his soul through the alcohol-protein-milk monstrosity.

It spoke volumes that she managed not to cackle at the sight of her main tormentor doing his very best not to vomit or otherwise cause a scene. Not that she could stay entirely saintly, however.

“Don’t forget the free snack, Logan,” Louise insisted, reaching over the table to pull out one of the pretzel sticks and waving it in front of the man’s discolored face. She reveled in how long it seemed to take him to regain his composure. At least, until her mother’s voice chided from behind her.

“Louise Lilith Belcher.”

Said Belcher flinched. Bush let out a single “ha” before covering his mouth again. Louise scrunched her face at him before turning in her chair to smile sweetly at her dear mother.

“Yes?”

“Mickey told me what drink you brought for poor Logan. Didn’t I tell you to be on your best behavior?” Linda asked as she continued to stand over her youngest. Even with a glass of wine in hand at the ripe age of ‘mom to adults’, a stern Linda Belcher was sobering. Louise thought quickly to fix the situation and avoid the punishment of extra shifts this week.

“Mother, dear sweet Mother, Mickey must’ve heard me wrong. I brought Logan this very nice drink while I got this one for myself,” she sweetly corrected, smiling wide as she reached for both glasses. “Silly Logan just mistook which one was his and drank the wrong one.”

Linda continued her intimidating staredown as she took her seat. She didn’t look away from Louise once and instead made a motion. Drink, she silently insisted. Louise wanted to bolt from the table, but stubbornness held her captive as she lifted the abomination to her lips and closed her eyes. She hardly had time to think about if it was the same spot Logan’s lips had touched earlier as she slammed the remaining 9 ounces of sludge.

Tears were halfway down her face when she opened her eyes to see her audience had grown by one impressed Gene and Alex,  and a concerned Bob. 

Wiping her arm across her lower face, Louise returned her mom’s look with a smile that was more sickly than sweet.

“See? My drink, for me.”

Though she raised a brow, Linda let the transgression slide and sipped her wine. There was still a warning look though. The silent threat that no other shenanigans if she wanted to live to see the sun rise. Louise let her smile drop as she gave the most microscopic of nods in acknowledgement. Though she was starting to think it would’ve been better to get extra shifts as she heard Gene whisper, “That’s going to be awful coming back up.”

Her Old Fashioned had been slid back in front of her at some point, and she looked up to see Logan speed-walking towards the bar.

~x~x~x~

It was not on Logan’s bingo card to see just how long Louise could inhale a thick liquid for. Not that he actually knew how long it took her to down 9 ounces of something, because he brain stopped working when she didn’t take a break after a few gulps. It was impressive on multiple levels, but he tried to tell himself that it was just because he knew how horrible that drink was and that there was no way he’d be able to handle even a second sip of that.

He slid into an open space at the bar and was surprised to be automatically greeted by Mickey. 

“Back for another strong Mick?” the eccentric carnie exclaimed. Logan held back a grimace for the other man's sake. Instead he gestured at the Belcher table.

“Louise decided she actually really wanted both drinks,” he started as he glanced at the various bottles on the shelves. “I did get to try it though, very good. You should market that one.”

He stalled while processing what straightforward drink he could ask for that could get that image out of his head. The calculations finally halted, and he pointed at a champagne flute.

“Could you put a little absinthe in that and then fill the rest with champagne for me please?”

Mickey turned to look before nodding enthusiastically. “Yea I don’t see why I can’t, I’ve got those things right here!”

In the few seconds it took the bartender to pour the alcohol, Logan stared at a speck on the bar. The whole bar was patterned in specks, so honing in on that specific one really gave his brain something to do. Just when he thought that maybe his speck would move, the champagne flute was in front of him.

“Here ya are, one death in the afternoon! Kinda macabre for a wedding, but hey who am I to judge? Don’t let Louise take that one too. She should be on lighter drinks after what she’s had, I’d suggest water but I wouldn’t want to be the one to actually tell her…” Mickey rambled on for a bit. Logan politely nodded along, sending out ‘mhms’ where appropriate. Honestly it was better than going back to the table right away, and no one would doubt if he said Mickey held him up. They all knew he could give Teddy a run for his money on idle chatter.

In fact, Logan sat and nodded again and even took a sip of his drink. Hearing a loud and sarcastic laugh from across the room, a very prominent loud and sarcastic laugh, Logan chugged the drink and asked Mickey for another. The older man took the glass back with a nod, but Logan thought there was a look in his eyes this time. His voice dropped a bit.

“Be careful with this one, yea? Absinthe doesn’t mess around ya know.”

Unsure on if he was being cautious of telling an adult patron how to live, or if Mickey somehow recognized that Logan was battling a specific black haired demon, Logan grabbed the flute with a wry grin. Before leaving, he dug in his pocket and slid a $20 bill across the bar.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Mick, thanks.”

En route back to the Belcher table, Logan was blindsided by someone grabbing his free arm. He looked to see Tammy pull him a few steps off his path. Obviously she was trying to play it cool; but for the five years he’s had the displeasure of knowing her, Tammy has never had a passable pokerface. So Logan quirked a brow.

“What’s up Timtam?” He couldn’t help but grin at the way her face scrunched then recomposed. What could he say, he loves annoying people.

“I need you to dance with me later. Hopefully just one song, but-”

He had to interrupt, “Who’s not giving you the time of day now?”

Another ‘mmph’, this time coupled with the crossing of her arms. “Zeke’s cousin Leslie.”

Leslie was a cool guy, Logan didn’t think he would get so jealous of watching Tammy dance with someone else that he’d feel strongly enough to intervene. He was just about to tell her this when he got shoulder checked. Well, someone’s shoulder bumped into his arm at least. And judging by where on his arm he was hit…Logan moved his head just enough to watch Louise walk up to the head table. Maybe it was the alcohol hitting, but a gear clicked a few notches in Logan’s mind. He nodded. 

“Yeah, sure I’ll help you out Tammy. Pick you up after dinner,” he informed her with a friendly shoulder pat. The woman barely got the first syllable of gratitude out before Logan continued his journey back to his chair.

He’s proud to say that he didn’t look back at Louise until he sat down.

[ch5]

[secretsofthemourning]

Some Like It Jicama, Some Like It Louise - Louigan Week 2023 Prompt

This is my newest fic and my most recent fic for the Bob's Burgers fandom. Some late submissions from Louigan Week 2023 making their way onto the scene.

As promised, I made a mood board for all of my Louigan Week fics. I've has his one posted on AO3 for a few days now and realized I haven't posted to Tumblr yet, so this is me rectifying the situation.

Find me on AO3 as GoodMourningCoffee.

[waytoomanyhobbies]

@babsvibes

“So what you’re saying is you’re scared to try new things,” she said, closing her eyes and taking another slow sip. The cinnamon and apple spices lit up her tongue, and she hummed in bliss. “Be a man and pick something yourself. I did.”

“And you’re clearly the role model for masculinity.”

“Better than you.”

“One of us regularly gets called father, soo…” He fixed her with a look. “But if you prefer to use daddy, I can work with that.”

From Sin And Tonic Chapter 1 by @babsvibes

[caecaesclubhouse]

Bob's Burgers as Vines 🍔

I hope this makes someone smile :)

[drawthething]

If I have to write one more line of code I'm gonna go INSANE so here are some muppets 😐

[babsvibes]

I heard we’re ranking our favorite ship moments?? This is what @drawthethingdoppelganger meant when she said I had pulled another insane stunt, and she was right 😔😔

[marauder23]

In case you’re looking for the texts mentioned in this chapter, here they are!

Discord changed their image hosting so alas, they aren’t currently working on AO3. I’ll see if I can embed from Tumblr!

Thanks @tumbloggingattheendofitall for requesting these!

STICK & POKE

A Louigan Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU

Rating: e

6/8

Chapter Summary: Louise confronts Logan. Logan is only too happy to be confronted. They discuss a new arrangement *insert eyebrow wiggle*.

Chapter 6: loose lips sink ships is LIVE! Check it out ————-> HERE.

[louiganweek]

Two week reminder! Louigan Week will start Monday, September 23rd! You can check out the prompts and link to guidelines here. Happy creating!

[bonnies-trash-corner]

LOUIGAN WEEK DAY 4

I didn't do anything for day 3 I'm sorry, but im back

wanted to add a background but it was too much work, so I didnt. ;P I also wanted to draw more people, like it's a birthday party and there's people around but they're only focused on eachother cuz thats romantic, but i got that idea way after it was finished so... I might redraw it in the future.

@louiganweek

[louiganlove]

@louiganweek “what’s your favorite underrated Louise and Logan interaction?”

[waytoomanyhobbies]

Community garden for the prompt game!

The okra in the garden were getting tall, and their huge yellow blooms reminded Cynthia of hibiscus as though she were in a remote tropical paradise rather than just harvesting pods for cooking. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of her neck under the blazing late morning sun.

Loud squeals and giggles from the plot directly behind her broke her from her reverie. A few droplets from the spray of a garden hose splashed against Cynthia's arm as she turned to see two small girls, with their black pigtails streaming behind them, running around the path that circled their family plot... while their father chased after them with the fine spray of the garden hose.

"Logan!" Cynthia chastised. The last thing she needed was for either of her precious grandbabies to fall and get hurt or to accidentally trample somebody else's plot.

"What? It's hot. They like it!" Logan shrugged as though they hadn't had this same conversation a million times. He quickly turned his sharp blue eyes and mischievous smirk back on his daughters. "Besides, I told you if you two keep growing like beans, I'd have to water you like them!"

Lily and Amelia jumped up and down in place with their little hands thrown towards the sky as they cheered. The cooling water cascaded down around them like a waterfall, and the fine mist cast rainbows in the air as the glare from the sun caught it.

"Nice job, but you're supposed to be watering the tomatoes," came the sardonic drawl of Cynthia's daugher-in-law. Louise adjusted her pink sun hat and tossed the weeds she had been pulling into Cynthia's wheelbarrow to be added to the compost pile. Then Louise picked up her gardening shears and pointed them vaguely towards a row of Japanese Hulless Popcorn labeled Logan's Ears.

Logan bit his lower lip and, with a barely contained chuckle, began to water the tomatoes and corn.

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