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What do you mean there’s a version of Ben Solo written by the woman who gave us Clyde Logan and we can't have it?

What the fuck?

#adam driver you have awoken something inside me by dropping this news #it’s always a white man named bob at the scene of the crime #i’m so…#the hunt for ben solo #give it to me NOW

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12 Days of Fluffmas — Day 3: Mistletoe

Clyde Logan x Reader

He’d decided to hire another bartender at the end of the summer, finally resigned to the fact that he needed a little help at Duck Tape with it being so busy. But he didn’t know how much he’d like having company until he met you—all bright eyes and sweet smiles as you worked side by side. You took to it like a fish to water, mixing drinks and pouring beers and chatting with the regulars like you’d been there for years. You were a godsend on hectic nights when the bar was packed, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate the slow shifts with you even more. The two of you could talk the night away together, sharing stories and getting to know each other.

He knew you loved the holidays and just couldn’t say no when you’d asked to decorate for Christmas come the beginning of December. You’d strung twinkle lights along the windows and hung tinsel garlands from the ceiling, but despite the festive display, what he noticed first was the little sprig of mistletoe you’d placed in the archway between the bar and the back office. Somethin’ cute for the patrons, he’d figured, trying not to think about what it would feel like to press his lips against yours.

Mercifully, he’d forgotten all about it with the influx of holiday customers celebrating the season at the bar. The two of you had stayed busy, busy, busy all the way up to Christmas Eve, but tonight the place is quiet as can be. He figures that most people are at home with their families and feels affirmed in his decision not to open the bar for Christmas Day tomorrow. It’s nearly closing time and he walks to the back office to lock it up for the night. When he turns around to return to the bar, he finds you waiting for him in the space between.

He stands in front of you with a quizzical look until you place a hand on his broad chest and lift your eyes to the ceiling. He looks up with you, and sees the mistletoe there. You’re smiling when his eyes return to yours, and he lets out a soft “oh.”

Pressing up on to your tiptoes, your mouth meets his in a soft, chaste kiss. You pull back to look at him and see utter surprise painted across his face.

“Merry Christmas, Clyde,” you whisper, your gaze hopeful.

You make to step away, but Clyde grabs you by the waist as his lips crash into yours. One of his hands comes to cup the nape of your neck, pulling you in closer. When his tongue slides against the seam of your lips you open for him, deepening the kiss.

When you finally come up for air, there’s something wild in his eyes but his voice is soft when he speaks.

“You’re the only thing I wished for, darlin’,” he says, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “Just you.”

#i’m in shambles #god #i love him #blurb rec #?#fic rec #you get it

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12 Days of Fluffmas — Day 2: Ugly Sweater

Clyde Logan x Reader

“Oh lord,” Clyde breathes, looking apprehensively at the grin plastered to your face and the large bag in your hand. “Well, get on with it, you. Let’s see the damned thing.”

You pull out the large green sweater criss-crossed with Christmas lights and sparkly garland designs and hold it up to him. “Isn’t it great?!”

“It certainly is… festive,” he offers, resigned to his fate of wearing the piece to the ugly sweater Christmas party you and Mellie have organized for the family tonight.

“Put it on! Put it on!” you squeak, doing a little dance in your very own red sweater featuring a leaping Rudolf on the front. You note how adorable he looks when he pouts as he pulls it over his head with a defeated huff. “Now come on! We’re going to be late to decorate the tree!”

Jimmy bursts out laughing when the pair of you walk through the door of Mellie’s house. You don’t miss the flush of pink that Clyde’s cheeks take on when his siblings take in the sheer ridiculousness of his outfit.

“Uncle Clyde!” Sadie squeals, running over and throwing her arms around his waist. “You look like a Christmas tree!”

He sighs and lets out a chuckle, hugging her back. “I guess I do, don’t I?”

“Check this out, Sadie girl,” you say, reaching into Clyde’s collar. “You haven’t even seen the best part yet.”

Your fingers find the tiny ‘on’ button by the tag and the slew of tiny, colorful LED lights sewn into the sweater light up in a frenetic flashing pattern.

Clyde drags his hand down his face as Sadie gasps with delight.

“Uncle Clyde,” Sadie says as she traipses over to the box of decorations waiting next to the bare Christmas tree, “I’m going to decorate you instead!”

Clyde obediently finds a seat on the couch as she returns with a silver tinsel garland to wrap around his broad shoulders and several ornaments that she hooks into the knit fabric of his sweater.

“Oooh,” you admire. “Looks great, Sadie.”

“Isn’t he pretty?” she asks. “Be right back! I’m gonna make him a star headband outta some gold pipe cleaners!”

You sit down next to him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. He shakes his head at you slowly, stifling a smile.

“Now you, darlin? You’re on my naughty list tonight."

#blurb rec #?#fic rec #point is i recommend it #i love him so much