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n0-eyedtaissa · 1 year

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CUP ] : sender cups or caresses receiver’s face.

Cope

It better be fluff. 🔪

The day was just starting to warm up, the waves were still calm and lazy enough that both Clementine and Pope felt like they could be lulled back to sleep if it got too quiet. But luckily, quiet was something the both of them accepted readily. It wasn’t awkward, or empty, it was quite the opposite. It was warm and full, comfortable, something that neither Clementine nor Pope had felt in quite awhile.

The first time it happened was on Clementine's birthday. Her dad and the rest of the Pogues had wanted to do something special to celebrate, but Clementine swore up and down that her birthday was just another regular day. She didn’t really feel like celebrating. Not even some light peer pressure got her to lighten up about the prospect of a party, but somehow Pope got Clementine to agree to letting him plan something for the two of them to do. Pope made a "big plan" (that actually wasn't much but had a lot of moving pieces, like a boat heist, Clementine’s clementine cannibalism, and a non-birthday donut) just to offer her a moment of peace in their chaotic universe.

It was something that they both needed, so it became a bit of a habit. Every time that the world was feeling a bit too heavy on their shoulders, Pope and Clementine would pull a heist of their own and steal Heyward’s boat for the morning, just to go float around in the quiet for a little.

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“Hey Pops, can I steal the keys for the boat today?” Pope asked as he walked into the kitchen that morning.

Heyward raised an eyebrow at his son, the corners of his mouth threatening to show a hint of a smile. “Oh, so now you’re an honest thief, huh?” He shook his head and flipped over the next page of the newspaper he was reading.

“I’m really turning a new leaf here, Pops!” Pope laughed and grabbed a cereal bowl from the cabinet.

"What d'you need the boat for, baby?" Mrs. Heyward interjected before her husband and son could launch into their drawn-out banter.

"Oh, uh," He faltered, feeling his ears get hot. "Gonna go hang out with Clementine for a little bit."

Cara's eyes went wide as she looked over at her husband, sharing a knowing glance. "Like a date?" She asked, leaning in with motherly excitement and curiosity.

"No! What?" Pope flinched. "What, no, we do this all the time!"

Heyward looked up quickly, "So you steal my boat all the time, is that right?"

Cara scowled at her husband before turning her attention back to Pope. "The keys are on the hook, baby, but be a gentleman and take that girl something nice." She gestured towards the other room but she was already getting up from her seat at the table to start making lunch for Clementine and Pope to share.

When Pope pulled up to the marina, Clementine was already sitting on the end of the dock, stealing a few quick pulls off of a joint belonging to Phoebe Deluca, of all people. Pope gave the elusive blonde a respectful head-nod, appreciating the help she gave the Pogues that summer when they were trying to exonerate John B and dig up all the proof they could about Ward Cameron's history of shady dealings. The girl responds with a careful smile and gives Clementine a quick hug goodbye, clearly seeing something that neither Clementine nor Pope had put too much thought into yet.

Clementine waves happily at Pope as he ties off the bowline and she takes a wobbly step down into the borrowed boat. She has her backpack and a six-pack cooler in tow, a pair of sunglasses sitting on the top of her head, tangled in her hair.

The two of them open their mouths to speak at the same time:

"I brought lunch!" They both say in unison, heads whipping around to look at one another, facial expressions morphing from confusion to appreciation.

"Today just got so much better" Clementine laughs, collapsing into one of the boat's cracked leather seats (and trying to ignore the fact that now the back of her shorts were wet).

Pope raises an eyebrow at her. "Why's that?"

Clementine's stalled for an answer. She didn't think that she had to spell it out so plainly for a smart boy like Pope, but all boys her age were oblivious by nature. "Well...I mean, I was already excited to hang out with you, but now there's twice as much food."

Pope feels his ears going hot once again and conveniently looks away to navigate the boat through all of the different channels of the marsh. "No yeah, exactly, that's totally what I was gonna say too..."

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"You still awake over there?" Pope calls out after the two of them had gone quiet for awhile. He had dropped the anchor in a particularly shaded area of the marsh and he had been enjoying staring at the weird shapes and patterns the sunlight made as it broke through the covering of leaves overhead.

"No" Clementine laughs, admitting to dozing off a little bit on account of the soft waves rocking the boat.

Pope makes his way to the seat next to Clem and sits down, grabbing her big metal water bottle and taking a hearty sip, knowing that he didn't need to ask permission. "Wow, Clem, am I really boring you that much? I'm hurt"

Clementine quickly sits up straight, ignoring the blood rushing to her head. "On the contrary, Pope, you're like one of the only people I can actually relax around." She pushes her sunglasses up to the top of her head so that Pope could see it in her eyes that she was serious. "I say the same thing every time we do this, you realize that, right?"

Pope shakes his head in disbelief.

Clementine rolls her eyes and launches into an impression of herself: "'Honestly Pope, this is the best birthday I've had in years', 'Wow Pope, today was a really nice day'" She quotes herself to prove her point.

"Oh..." Pope falters, looking down at the base of the boat in order to hide his small smile. "I guess I never really realized..."

Clementine throws up her hands in resignation because yeah, that was kind of the problem. "You know for someone who's so smart, you're not always observant about the things that are right in front of you..." She hopes that Pope was smart enough to realize what she was alluding to, but she was okay with having to lay on the charm a little bit thicker.

“What’s right in front of me?” Pope laughs, looking around to see if there was something he was missing.

Clementine sighs. It was her! She was right in front of him. It wasn’t like she was being secretive about her crush on Pope, either — even JJ noticed (and teased her relentlessly about it), and he was usually oblivious to these kinds of things!

“Just forget it, Pope” Clementine shakes her head. “Now let’s see about that lunch" She gives him a tight, closed-mouth smile and tries to brush away her bruised feelings.

~~~

Clementine retrieves the rolled-up towel from her backpack and spreads it out along the bottom of the boat so she and Pope could sit on it together like a makeshift picnic blanket. They're facing one another and sitting cross-legged, knees almost touching. Clementine doesn't know if Pope is even aware of it, but she definitely was.

There's quite the array of food in front of them, Clem was realizing that Mrs. Heyward's love language was definitely acts of service: They had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches wrapped in tinfoil, baggies of chips that were overstock from the family store, apple slices, and a big hunk of her homemade banana bread.

"This was really nice of your mom, she didn't have to do that" Clementine covers her mouth as she chews through another bite.

Pope smirks. "Are you kidding me? I told her the same exact thing and she looked at me like I had two heads or something. It's just the kind of person that she is." He smiles fondly.

"That's really nice" Clementine says again. She truly means it, but she clams up a bit because it's something she can't relate to. Of course she missed her own mom, but even when Natalie was alive she wasn't really in the shape to be making elaborate lunches just because she wanted to. Natalie was the kind of mother who taught Clementine and Kimber how to be fiercely independent, taught them how to do grown-up things without having to rely on anybody else. That was probably a big part of the reason why Clementine had a hard time with letting people in, with expressing her wants and her feelings.

Pope notices Clementine's uneasiness and knocks his knee against hers. "Can I ask you what your mom was like?"

Clementine takes a second to respond. "I mean, sure, it might just be a bit of a downer." She shrugs "You know...cancer and all." The two of them laugh uncomfortably, but Clementine isn't offended or taken aback by the question.

Pope pauses again. "Can I ask you more about your sister?"

"I should've known that was coming next." Clementine's not meeting Pope's gaze, her eyes are trained on some rusted-over spot on the bottom of the boat, but she had a wistfulness in her expression. "I'll tell you anything you wanna know."

Clementine means it, too. She wouldn't hesitate to tell Pope the real story about what happened with Kimber, how she saw her leave out the window and get into Gat's truck, never to be seen again. She wouldn't hesitate to tell him that she lied to the police, lied to her dad and the rest of their family. Pope knew the big plot points, but Clementine had always spared the specifics.

"I just can't wrap my head around why you would lie about what you saw" Pope sighed, finally letting it slip. "If it could help you find Kimber, wouldn't it be better to tell the truth?"

"Honestly, Pope, yeah. It probably would've been." Clementine feels the weight on her shoulders shift as she admitted that out loud. "But I didn't think she would want me to tell the truth. Shit, I didn't even know what the truth even was! She was always getting into trouble and I was always keeping her secrets, we had our stupid rule." She feels her throat get tight with emotion. "I never thought it would get this bad."

Clementine adverts her eyes, not wanting to meet Pope’s gaze. She doesn’t know it but he’s looking at her, because he understands her just a little bit more now. Pope knows what it’s like to be reckless, to do fucked up things in the spirit of friendship, to be sworn to secrecy. To fuck up royally and have to face the consequences. He understood how guilty it could make you feel, wondering what more could’ve been done. Pope understands what it’s like to have someone you’d to anything for. That’s what it was like with the Pogues — with John B.

Pope knew what she meant. At the beginning of summer when John B. got the rest of the Pogues involved in the Royal Merchant treasure hunt, none of them would've thought it was going to end as stupid and dangerously as it did. Now John B. and Sarah were dead and the rest of the Pogues were forced to live with their secrets. Pope can't tell if he should feel sorry that he asked, or honored that Clementine trusted him enough to let her walls down and express how she really felt about her sister's disappearance. In times like this, he always said too much, or did the wrong thing, so he chooses not to speak at all.

Clearing away the garbage and the leftovers from the space in between them, Pope moves closer and wraps his arms around Clementine's shoulders in a clumsy hug. It takes Clementine a second to un-freeze and relax into the hug, but she snakes her arms around Pope and lets herself be comforted (something she desperately needed).

No one wants to let go right away.

Pope's hand creeps up to cup Clementine's cheek and he uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away the single tear that she let fall. "Trust me, Clem, if there's anyone who understands that, it's us. I know what you mean and how much it sucks."

Pope is looking at Clementine with so much certainty that she has no choice but to believe that what he's saying is true. She leans into his hand for a second, comforted by his touch.

"Thanks, Pope" She smiles, sniffling. "I always have the best time with you."

#is this good idk #obx oc: clementine adams #pope heyward x oc #clementine adams x pope heyward #obx oc

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josiewrites · 1 year

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After last night, we may have more Box of Clementines coming. Maybe some Adam(s) too

#josiesays #box of clementines #goddamn it adam(s)

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iicarused · 3 months

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##oh my sweet clementine

y!adam x reader x y!lucifer

synopsis: you’re the ferryman to take souls to heaven or hell and they love seeing your face

beware: yandere aspects

faint humming echos through the dark caves of hell, the river calmer than most other nights. lucifer waits at the edge of the dock before letting out a loving sigh from the sight of your lantern. it illuminates very dimly as the fog that surrounds you both was thick, and the view of your face only became apparent when you came closer.

“five souls tonight.” you always spoke in soft whispers, but the emptiness of the caves allowed lucifer to hear you loud and clear. “only one second death.” with that, you dropped five coins on to the palm of his hand.

adam and lucifer always waited for your arrival to heaven or hell, and they both always tried to be more hospitable each visit. either offering a place to stay or a bite to eat, they just wanted more time with you.

sometimes you took their offer, others times you declined as there were more souls to transfer. souls who weren’t able to have a physical body or soul.

just maybe you preferred adam a little more, as he would spare you some coins to bring a soul to heaven. lucifer never did that, and you always questioned why. what was the fuss? you were aware of the pasts but the souls need a ride both ways, and a payment to be made.

“yeah, listen, i would love to stay and chat but my sweetheart will be dropping off souls pretty soon.” adam would announce towards lucifer. “we have a date tonight, don’t be offended i had to leave our fight early.”

the next time you came to drop off more souls to hell, lucifer didn’t seem to happy. prodding at you with questions to whoever else you take souls, because he truly believed you were the sole deliverer for hell.

“adam? oh, the first man.” you scoffed, leaning against your paddle. “yeah, went great.” rolling your eyes, you caught lucifers gaze and grinned. “between you and i, he’s way too egotistical”

“well how about i take you out instead?” lucifer offered.

heaven was a great place to be, but adam was someone you don’t find yourself falling for. lucifer is someone quite charming, but hell is definitely the place you do not want to be in.

without your acknowledgment, these two men are going for the kill when fighting each other. their arguments often stemming from your name and mere existence.

adam had a bonus one day, and that was because you sat him on your boat and bandaged him up.

“who did this to you?” you asked, your hands carefully wrapping a bandage around his arm.

“lucifer,” adam groaned, “he said something about how he’s going to have your love or whatever.”

that pissed you off. the way adam phrased it, he made it seem that lucifer was making you sound like a trophy: an item to be won.

nevertheless, you held back a hand to prod at lucifer for more information. to your surprise, he was more honest about it. you stood in the safety of your canoe when he went on to explain the situation, and how two grown men fought like toddlers just to have your attention.

“which is why you don’t have to worry about dealing with adam anymooore!” lucifer sang, pulling at your hand to come on the dock.

this didn’t feel right.

“luci, i don’t like it when you’re being transparent.” you expressed with worry, feeling your shoulders tense when his hand came to your back. you pushed your feet to a halt, pulling back your hand. “i think it’s time for me to go.”

“and where do you think you’re going to go? you have everything you need here, right in this castle where you’ll be safe than any heaven out there.”

#ᥫ᭡.#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer x y/n #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x you #adam x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader

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twig-the-edgelord · 3 months

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POV you’ve insulted Jack at the Clementine family reunion (he is one of the very few they all like)

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rwbyazre · 10 months

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I’m quite interested in how the Adam/Eirian siblings was going to play out before you changed it

The Adam/Eirian siblings idea was right at the beginning, before I even plotted down their birthdays. But if I did keep the idea, I honestly would've played into the two's wildly different yet similar lives.

Adam being left in the orphanage in Atlas while Eirian at least had her parents in Menagerie. A visible Faunus in an anti Faunus kingdom vs a visible human mixed person in a Faunus person. But also two children who were let down by everyone around them and struggling with the desire make Remnant better for the people they care about.

Really, in the early volumes, things really wouldn't change all that much since, even now, Adam and the rest of the team don't know who Clementine really is, because Eirian doesn't want to talk about her due to severe trauma. But when she starts opening up? That's when it would come out, and now these two would have to deal with the fact that they had family right beside them and neither of them knew.

Which would not only impact them, but also impact Icheku, who was never written to be Adam's father. Both would have broken trust in him, but he would struggle with the fact that Clementine had a secret that she never told anyone, that she had left her child behind to get away from Atlas and live happily with Icheku.

Obviously timeline issues meant that this would never work, especially with the fact that Adam and Eirian are in the same year, and there couldn't be that much of a gap between them. Plus Clementine is already a complicated person who's made a lot of mistakes, and I feel like her abandoning Adam to a life as an SDC slave was just something you can't really excuse and was too much.

#rwby #azre #adam taurus #eirian esna #clementine iomharach #answered #luke.txt

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screentimeoverlord · 27 days

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"I want someone following her, if she gets too drunk or that creep tries something, bring her back here." Someone was getting possessive.

#in character; tv on #hannah the small; clementine #watching the dashboard; dash activities #hellshoard; adam

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oughttobeclowns · 2 years

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Camden Fringe Reviews: The Importance of Being Martha + We Wrote a Show

Camden Fringe Reviews: The Importance of Being Martha + @wewroteashow @TheHopeTheatre

This week at Camden Fringe, The Importance of Being Martha and We Wrote a Show make for a pair of contrasting two-handers at the Hope Theatre “Everyone’s happy to be here” Aimee Ferguson’s The Importance of Being Martha is a tender thing, fragile at first but growing into something – if not stronger – but definitely more hopeful by its end. After a traumatically bad time of it, Martha has…

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#Aimee Ferguson #Clementine Medforth #David Nagaj #Eleanor Jackson #Georgia Stints #Hannah Adams #Jack Cray #Melaina Pecorini #Tayla Kovacevic-Ebong

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superbsimmerdaze · 2 years

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Clementine ages up to teenager on Winter 11 Year 1! She and the Scott family celebrate New Year’s Eve at home on Winter 14 Year 1. They spend winter hanging out with the family, and Michaela gets pregnant by surprise again! Bea still goes bowling twice a week, swimming in their home pool, and working hard as a musician. On Spring 2 Year 2, Michaela gives birth to the Scott’s third child and only son, Cain!

On Spring 8 Year 2, Bea finally ages up to elder. She is feeling in her prime as an elder actually, and loves spending time with her wife and children at home, playing music and hanging out with the dogs.

#sims #sims4 #legacy #LegacyChallenge #abc #abclegacy #gen 2 #gen 3 #bea #clementine #adams #scott

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trashmuth · 11 months

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(1) Succession 1x08 + Jeremy Strong in Humboldt County (2008) + Kieran Culkin in Igby Goes Down (2002) / (2) Bruce Springsteen, Adam Raised A Cain / (3) Wiener-Dog (2016) + Succesion 4x10 + Natalie Diaz, A Brother Named Gethsemane / (4) Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire / (5) Kieran Culkin in Igby Goes Down (2002) + Succesion 2x03 + Clementine Von Radics / (6) Conan Gray, Family Line / (7) Igby Goes Down (2002) + Succession 4x10 / (8) Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis / (9) Succession 2x07 + Succession 4x02 + Mary Ruefle, Woodtangle

#web weaving #my edit #succession #roman roy #kendall roy #logan roy #jeremy strong #kieran culkin #brian cox #igby goes down

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n0-eyedtaissa · 1 year

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could i get uhhhh [ CATCH ] w/clem and pope perhaps? 😗

[ CATCH ] : sender catches receiver’s hand instinctively out of surprise or concern, and holds it.

It was a hot one in the Outer Banks, which honestly wasn’t saying much considering it was always pretty hot there. The air somehow felt dry and sticky at the same time, a gust of hot-breath air that smacked you in the face if you were dumb enough to set foot outside.

Driving in the Twinkie didn’t make it any better, the AC was shot and the windows didn’t all work, and the van was getting pretty over-crowded with John B, Pope, JJ, Kiara, and Sarah, so Clementine was demoted to sitting in the ‘pocket’ of the trunk.

“You can fit in there, right Clem? You’re short” John B says, not really asking but giving Clementine the illusion that she had some sort of say about where she sat in the old beat-up van. It was indicative to just about everybody that John B was telling Clementine just how high on the Pogues totem pole she really was.

“C’mon, JB, would you wanna sit back there?” Pope comes to the back of the van, looking at the masses of lost odds and ends that have accumulated over the years. “It doesn’t feel very safe” He adds, trying to anchor his opposition with facts rather than feelings now that John B was back and readily pointing out Pope’s hopeless crush on Clementine.

John B gives Pope a seemingly-friendly slap on the shoulder as he walks back towards the driver’s side. “Doesn’t matter if I’d wanna sit back there, Pope. I’m driving”

“Well I could always drive, if that’s the case...” Clementine fake-offers, knowing that it’ll do nothing but irritate John B.

“Yeah, that’s never gonna freakin’ happen” John B lilts, wrenching open the driver’s side door of the van and slamming it closed.

JJ shook his head. He was amused at the lengths his two friends were going to in order to throw subtle digs at one another. “Hey if you two are done bickering, we have a giant gold cross to go steal back from some mega-Kooks...”

“Oh great...a giant gold cross!” Clementine mutters under her breath as she situates herself in the trunk of the old van, pulling her knees up to her chest. “Seems like there’s plenty of room back here for the both of us”

Sarah, who was sitting in the standard seats of the van due to her status as a now-seasoned Pogue, cranes her neck to be able to talk to Clementine better. “You know this is all for effect, right? They’ll get over it soon.”

“Oh...so they made you sit back here too?”

Sarah bites at her bottom lip as she tries to come up with an answer that won't irritate Clementine further. “Not exactly” She shrugs, looking over at Kiara for help.

“We had bigger fish to fry back when Sarah started hanging out with us, I guess a seating chart wasn’t of the utmost importance.” Pope offers as a meager attempt to explain away the situation, failing to realize that Clementine would only come up with more questions.

“So it’s not ‘Pogue initiation’ when it’s your girlfriend, is that right John B?” Clementine asks sharply, her voice reverberating off of the door (that was only a few inches from her face) and echoing throughout the old van.

“Clem” JJ chides from his spot in the passenger’s seat. “Knock it off”

What would he know, he was at the top of the pecking order. Sure, someone could on the outside could see John B, JJ, Pope, and Kiara and brand them all as equals who brought the same thing to the table because of their age and their place in this world, but when you really looked into things, there was a hierarchy. As someone who was floating midway between stranger and friend, Clementine could see it easily:

John B was obviously on the very top of the pyramid -- he was the leader who was always treated like one. John B’s word was rarely ever questioned even when it should’ve been, that’s how the Pogues got themselves into all that shit at the beginning of the summer. John B drove the van and JJ always rode shotgun. JJ was loyal to a fault, even when he shouldn’t be. His emotions and his loyalty clouded his judgement, which was why people rarely ever let him be in charge. Neither John B or JJ cared much about the logistics of things or their implications. That’s what Pope and Kiara were for. They were the people who thought about the consequences of the plans that John B. came up with and JJ was always ready to take on. They were the ‘responsible ones’. Middle row for the middle ground. Sarah was the one who tested the waters by breaking out of the bubble wrap, which was why nowadays she tried to fit wherever people would have her (like down on the middle of the floorboards of the Twinkie, with her knees pulled up to her chest as to not take up any more space).

Clementine didn’t really know where she fit in. Not comfortably, as least. She felt like an old puzzle piece that was shoved into a spot where she didn’t belong (or maybe that was because her foot was falling asleep since she was currently shoved into the way-back trunk)

Maybe Clementine was supposed to be there because she was a fresh set of eyes, maybe she could see through the cracks that the rest of her friends had only glossed over. Maybe. She didn’t know where she belonged, or where she fit in. Clementine had thought that she was making her way up in the ranks of the Pogues over the last six months, but once John B. and Sarah came back at the beginning of spring, things changed.

Or maybe they didn’t change, they just went back to the way that they were before.

John B and JJ are muttering to one another at the front of the van and Clementine can’t hear a thing. Pope, Kiara, and Sarah are all talking about the plan to get the cross back from Freedman’s Church (re: half-assed at best since everyone had bigger problems to worry about, like Pope’s anaphylactic shock after those dozens of wasp stings).

“JJ, how well did you manage to cover up the cross?” Clementine tries to ask, “Did you move that pew like I said?”

No answer.

Clementine tries to ignore it and move on, waiting a handful of minutes before saying something else. “Hey Kie, can I hit your weed pen?” Nothing

No one was even trying to talk to Clementine.

The Twinkie rolls over a pothole and the whole van jerks, throwing Clementine around hard enough where she’s propelled forward and smacks her head against the window. “You know what, fuck this” She mutters to herself, feeling around on the door in front of her to see if she can find the release handle.

The door pops open with a whistling gust of hot wind and suddenly five heads are all spinning around to look at her.

John B slams on the brakes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you crazy?” Kiara questions, her tone sharp and her face pinched up in a way that resembled her mother.

Clementine laughs, low and humorless. “So now you’re paying attention” She stretches her legs out in front of her, trying to will the blood to flow back to her extremities before she made her hasty exit.

“Is this why you’ve been such a bitch all day, no one was giving you attention?” John B asks, voice hardening like the leader he assumed he was.

“Dude...” JJ mumbles, his hand already snaking nervously though his hair.

Clementine slides out of the van and doesn't even care that she slams the door behind her. “No John B, I’ve been a bitch all day because you keep treating me like someone you can shove aside.” She walks around to John B’s open window and leans in closer so he can hear her.

“That’s not true, Clem...” JJ tries to add, a panicked look in his eyes.

“No JJ, it is. You guys literally shoved me in the trunk and I’ve been an after-thought ever since John B and Sarah got home.”

“That’s not fair, Clem, we thought they were dead!” Kiara tries to argue, sounding like her mother again.

“I know that, Kie. Trust me, I know.” She nods curtly before continuing. “And I’m really glad that your friends are okay, I am. I know how fucked up the three of you have been the last few months because of it. But...”

“But what?”

“But I’m over all of this. The secrets, the hierarchies, being left out of shit because I’m ‘not a real Pogue’, even though I’ve done everything you guys have asked me to -- whether or not I wanted to do it. Nothing ever seems to satisfy you guys.” Clementine sucks in a big breath, finally giving the Pogues a piece of her mind after the tension had been building in the weeks since John B and Sarah came home.

“I shouldn’t have to work to be your guys’ friend!And it sucks. Like, it really fucking sucks! I’ve gotten myself into so much trouble trying to fit in with you guys because I thought we were getting to be friends, but its becoming super clear that I was just the placeholder. And frankly, I deserve better than that...”

Clementine taps her hand on the metallic frame of the door and turns on her heels to start the trek back to the Cut.

“Clementine where are you going?!” There’s a screech and a rattle as the van door slides open and Pope jumps out.

“Home, Pope.”

“But things were just getting good!” He tries to laugh it off and make her smile, but there's a part of him that knows his efforts aren't working. “Just...come with us, please?” Pope catches her hand and holds it, not caring about the reaction of his friends.

Clementine squeezes his hand. “I think I gotta sit this one out, Pope...” She smiles sadly, scuffing the toe of her shoe in the dirt so she didn’t have to maintain eye contact. “I’d tell you not to do anything stupid, but we all know that’s never gonna happen. So, uh, instead I’ll wish y’all luck” She looks at Pope before glancing back at the van.

“Good luck, you guys are gonna need it.”

#fic: don't you forget about me #obx oc: clementine adams #clementine x pope #pope heyward x oc #clementine is FED UP!

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