Sanders Sides Oneshots

Overworked

Overworked
Logan x reader
Rated: G
Warnings: none
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Logan is overworking himself again. I sat on his bed, watching him pace and mutter about the importance of remembrance to himself. The others were at the park, enjoying themselves. Since I hated the outside and Logan wanted to stay, I was assigned by Patton and Virgil to watch over Logan. Well, the term used by Virgil was; "Babysit Logan until they get back." Logan continued to pace in front of me. He hasn't noticed my glare yet.

"Logan, when was the last time you ate or slept?" I hesitantly asked. He stopped and looked at me.

"I can not remember at this moment." He answered. "Why? Are you implying something?"

"I am. I'm implying that your overworking yourself." I crossed my arms.

"Falsehood. I- "

"Don't even think about it." I cut off, growling slightly. "You can't even remember the last time you ate."

"Rose, I am fine. Now, I need to get this done." I stood up and walked over to him.

"No, you're not. You need to eat something."

"I'll eat after I get this done."

"Aren't you always telling the others to take care of themselves and to not overwork themselves?"

"Yes but, I'm not. I will eat after I finish."

"Not if I can help it." I muttered, looking away. Logan sighed and turned away from me, walking towards his laptop. Before he could get anywhere, I tugged his arm back. He looked at me confused. "If you're not going to help yourself, I'm going to force you."

"And how are you going to do that?" He questioned. I just simply took a hold of his tie and harshly tugged it down, making him lose his balance and almost fall. When he regained his balance, I kept a grip on his dark blue tie and pulled him out of his room and down the stairs.

I pulled him to the kitchen and pushed him into a chair, leaning close to his face with cold eyes.

"If you move, I will burn every tie you see and hide all jars of Crofters you own." I threatened. Logan paled and gulped at my threat. "Do you understand." I raised an eyebrow.

"I understand." He shakily responded, nodding rapidly.

"Good." I got out of his face and went over to the fridge. He seemed surprise at my threat. I understand why, I'm usually quiet and shy, especially around him. I just got worried and annoyed at how much he is working. I found the left-over spaghetti Patton made last night and heated it up. I felt Logan's stare at the back of my head, but I didn't mind.  After putting it in the microwave, I heated it for a minute; thirty. While I was waiting, I turned back around and stared right back at Logan.

"Rose, why do you care so much? I would have been fine." He slightly whined.

"I actually could pull you down the stairs, you're that weak. Don't tell me your fine." I hissed. He stayed quiet after that, looking down and avoiding my gaze. I heard the beeping of the microwave, signaling the food is done. I got it out and laid it in front of Logan after getting a fork.

"Thank you." I nodded and jumped up on the table next to him. I started to scroll through Tumblr, looking at Sherlock Headcannons and Supernatural Fanart. A small smile got drawn on my lips, looking at all the things I love. I noticed Logan staring at me, so I blushed and turned my phone off.

"I'll be in the living room. Finish your food and drink a glass of water." I commanded. He nodded and continued to eat. I stood up and walked over to the couch, laying down and resting my head on a pillow. After turning on the TV, and channel surfing, I found Home Improvement, a old show that I loved to watch as a child.

I had a few laughs with Tim Taylor and his sons. After a few minutes, I heard Logan put his plate in the sink and open the fridge to grab a bottle of water. He came in the living room, looking at what I'm watching. I laughed as I watched Jill react to Tim's green hand. I heard Logan chuckle as well.

"Come here and cuddle with me. You need sleep." I reached my arms up at him, motioning him to come over. He complied, laying down. After a getting situated, we finally got where I was on my back, him laying on top of me, using my chest as a pillow. His glasses were off, and he had his arms wrapped around my middle. I was playing with the ends of his hair unconsciously.

"Why do you care so much about me?" Logan yawned.

"If I tell you, you would have to be drunk first or hit your head hard so you wouldn't remember it." I chuckled quietly.

"Why can I not remember it?" Logan questioned. "Is it bad?"

"It depends."

"On?"

"Logan, you're not getting an answer." He sighed.

"Fine." He yawned again.

"Go to sleep Lo." He nodded and curled into me more. After a while, I noticed he was fast asleep on me. He must have been really tired.