Violentine Oneshots

Pants

"Christ, Violet How in the world did you make this situation worse- hey! Put your pants back on!"

"Clementine, we're stuck together. Literally. I am trying to get us out of this mess!"

"By taking you pants off?!"

"Considering thats whats got us stuck together? Yeah! Im taking my pants off!"

Clementine leaned her head back, slamming it into the wood floor with a groan. "Oh my god,"

"Quiet! If Louis hears us you know he wont let it go," Violet grumbled, shaking her head. "Ok, just, sit for a second, I have to get up."

"Oh, really? Where else was I gonna go?" Clementine retorted, rolling her eyes and ignoring Violets middle finger.

Now free from the entrapment of the blanket, Violet stood up, bending over at the foot of the blanket where Clementines leg was currently going through it in a tangled mess with the stuffing. "You might have to take yours off."

"You just want me naked."

"Whatever boosts your ego, Clem. Seriously, at least your right leg, ok?" Clementine groaned loudly, shaking her head as she unbuttoned her pants, Violet gripping onto the blanket and holding, allowing Clementine to slide out. "See? Easier."

"Why didnt you suggest that before we fell onto the floor?"

"Because! I was on top of you. I wasnt about to slide right over your face with no pants on,"

"Jesus, Vi!"

"What! Im just saying," Violet shrugged, shaking her head as she tugged on Clementines jeans, wincing at the ripping sound from the blanket. Turning around to Clementine, she watched her shrug.

"It was ripped anyways. Thats why we got stuck in it. Might as well just free our pants."

"Who wouldve thought cuddling could lead to pants getting so entangled in a partially shredded blanket that we both ended up half naked?" Violet joked, now purposely tearing at the blanket, handing Clementine her pants once they were free.

"Where are yours?"

"I dont know! In the blanket somewhere," She grumbled, shredding more pieces of the blanket and sighing in relief when she found her trousers. Sliding them out of the blanket, Violet shook her head as she bent down, moving her legs through.

"Were gonna need a new blank-" "-Hey guys! Dinners rea-" Louis stopped in his tracks, hand on the door knob. His face fell, eyes widening in slight horror.

His eyes flickered from Violet and Clementine both shimmying into their pants, to the blanketless bed, to the shredded blanket on the floor. "Oh," He started, face scrunching up as he turned to Clementine. "Oh damn, guys. You went at it. How did we not hear-" Stopping himself, he shook his head. "Never mind thats- I dont wanna think about that. Dinners done."

"Louis its-" Before Clementine could utter another word, Louis had taken off down the hallway, laughing.

"Damn it," Clementine groaned, finishing buttoning her pants and going for the door.

"Clementine!"

"What?" She asked tiredly, turning to Violet who was holding her boot. Shoes.

"Violet, if I dont go now, Louis is gonna tell everyone we had sex. Which we did not." She shook her head, turning around once Violet cringed and gave a nod of approval.

"Louis! You fucking ass! Come back here!"