#clique peas

[divinehedons]

hard to explain.

previously: call it fate, call it karma | masterlist

pairing: dilf!joel miller x f!reader

word count: ~3.5k

summary: after your fall-out with the son of a texan contractor, you didn't expect to come face-to-face with the man; nor did you expect the feelings that come with him.

warnings: this is a dark explicit fic, minors DO NOT interact! once again, i am reminding you that this joel is a meaaaaanie. ginormous age gap (joel is in his 50s, reader is in her early 20s), brief depiction of somnophilia, fingering, phone sex, mutual masturbation. proceed with caution!

note: thank you sosososososo much for 500+ followers! this is in celebration of everyone who enjoys a little debauchery, i hope you enjoy. you're welcome to suggest drabbles through my ask, and comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

It had to end. You knew it did. You knew it had to end not only when you saw Christopher in the arms of some other girl—you knew it had to end the morning you woke up in his father's bed, Joel Miller himself. You remember it, clear as day.

You remember waking to his tongue exploring your folds, legs already shaking. You wonder how long he had been down there, how long he had been tasting you, and you froze. You remember the way Joel smirks up at you, spreading you open with two fingers, your orgasm not far behind from how sensitive you already were.

The limbic system primarily existed with three mechanisms of responses: fight, flight, or freeze. As your vision cleared, you saw the three responses laid before you, along with their consequences. If you confronted him, you risked the exposure of your very own crime, secrets sliced open and exposed in the warm Texan morning air. If you stayed, you'd find yourself complicit in an active role for destroying a relationship that meant something to you. Therefore, there was only one option left.

You remember the way you shot up, barely getting something on when that Texan drawl emerges from the bed. Sweet pea... You don't hear the rest, shutting the door behind you in near perfect silence. You end it that morning with Christopher; over coffee after he tried to apologise to you. There was nothing to forgive.

Hell, you'd even think you were both even by then.

You left before noon, almost running away from the scene of the crime you have left with hands stained red. You didn't even notice you left a book you were reading until you were back at your parents' house, unpacking as you curse yourself.

You thought that was the end of it. But not quite. Who cares about fate or karma when both clearly wanted to mess with you?

—

You threw yourself directly into the fires of a new semester. Your days easily fill with readings and essays and everything else. You see your friends less and less. You hole up in your dorm room more often. The solitary existence, you began to think, allowed you to repent, to correct yourself. It was why you were so willing.

If only you knew how naive such things seemed.

It was early mid-autumn when you were proved wrong when Joel Miller himself knocked on the door of your dorm room. It was comical, how different Joel seemed against the backdrop of assorted university kids, frat boys, and other such cliques with his greying beard and tired eyes. It was almost comical because you didn't expect him to be here—months after your shared evening disappeared in the haze of stress and study. It was almost comical because you avoided Christopher like the plague, barely dodging out of sight the moment you recognise him anywhere.

Even in mundane things, the father was proving to be brighter than the son.

He sees you, eyes red from exhaustion, fingers stained with pen ink as the pregnant silence fills the air. You wonder what's on his mind as his eyes rake over your form. You're dressed in a campus sweatshirt and (he promised to thank a god or two) just panties. He goes to speak before you can shut the door on him. Before you could pretend and brush him off.

"Christ, sweet pea. What happened t'ya?"

That's how Joel Miller ended up in your shared room, looking over the small collection of books you had stacked up on some rickety shelving. You don't know what to say to him. You don't know what there is to say. You mumble fragments of things. "I'm sorry, mister Miller, this is not a good time..."

"Y'know, this could fall apart on ya. Shouldn't put too many things on it."

You look up at him, catching his eye once more. You feel the heat on your cheeks, feeling like an errant child with their hand caught in a cookie jar. It's strange, you think. You, who had once felt so welcomed by the same man, now look at things differently, wondering if he still thinks of you writhing against his sheets.

Because you think about it. Every fucking night. You think about his deep chuckle, that playful smirk, the orgasm you hadn't been able to recreate ever since. So, the question comes so easily to you: "Mister Miller, did you come here for a shelf?" Your shaky breath exposes you, reveals the tension in your shoulders from the idea of being so proximally close to you.

Slowly, you watch the edges of his mouth curve upwards in a slight, knowing smirk as he moves closer to you, chuckling as you attempt to back away, only for him to continue coming for you, until you feel the door press against the small of your back. His left palm moves to settle right beside your head, effectively pinning you where you are as he leans close enough for you to have a whiff of minty breath. "Why is that, darlin'? Did'ya want somethin' more?"

There is a shiver that shoots directly from your spine to your cunt, a wave of unabashed want as your lips part from his words. It's when a short laugh escapes him, moving to press a chaste kiss against your cheek, the prickling of his beard making your knees clench from expectation. "Actually, I came here to talk to Admissions about Chris and his failed major last semester. And of course, to return a book of yours."

For a moment, you think the conversation is over. Only Joel loves proving you wrong.

"But it's cute to know ya think' 'bout me, sweetheart."

Motherfucker.

The trade paperback emerges from his coat pocket, just as beaten as you had found it all those months ago in some decrepit, secondhand bookstore. You briefly catch the tile in front. The Master and Margarita. Bulgakov's opus. You gingerly take it from his grasp, managing a shy thanks just as you duck out from under his arm to place it on his desk. "I was just looking for that."

"Pretty dense read, if ya ask me." He turns to you, leaning against the door for a moment. "You worry your pretty l'il head too much." He moves to take his leave, opening the door as he steps out into the hallway with a gentlemanly nod.

"Well... I like the, um... thanks. Drive home safe."

He hums, looking around to check if there was anybody to hear his next words. But when he looks back to you, he had that same smirk that generated a tremble to the knee from you. "I hope ya still have my number. Maybe you should call the next time you're thinkin' 'bout an old man, baby doll."

And just like that, he leaves, shutting the door behind him as you collapse to the nearest seat, unbuttoning the top button of your blouse as you exhale.

What a fucking asshole.

—

You do not think of the same Texan contractor until a few days later, coming home from an admittedly awful date with some Tarantino fanboy that thought you needed help when it came to understanding Pulp Fiction. And, should anyone ask, you could honestly say you attempted your best behaviour, but eventually, there were just too many differences for you to logically accept his offer of sex back in his own (possibly) stinky dorm room.

So you walk back alone, sighing as you try not to think you made a foolish decision. You've been stuck in a dry spell, you think, considering the fact that it was Joel who last fucked you dumb. Considering it's been months of you fucking around and never really liking anyone because it's Joel you'll be touching yourself to at night.

With a sigh, you start to understand how foolish you were still being. And with a quiet gulp, you reach for your phone to dial that number you've been avoiding all week.

It's Joel, so, of course, it only took a few rings before you hear him on the other end.

"Well hello there, sugar."

You groan, leaning back to look up at the cloudy evening before clearing your throat. "Please don't be an asshole," you murmur, just as you hear him chuckle on the other end. "I was on a date this evening."

You hear the silence ensure from the other end. As if Joel immediately imagined you necking some frat boy or some other dickwad holding your breast while he's so far away, sitting down on his couch in his lonely home, so empty without you reading at the most random spots. As if he can smell how wet your cunt is and he's nowhere to be found. "It's just nine, baby doll, did you end the fun early?"

"I..." You swallow, entering your dorm room before your voice dropped into a whisper. "He... wasn't being nice..." You hang your coat as you check in to see your roommate fast asleep in her own bed, biting your lip gently. "And now... I'm back at the dorm and I have a roommate so... I'm just... I might just read until I'm tired."

"I might just be the last nice guy you'll meet, sweet pea," he teases, groaning as he adjusts himself in his spot. "And, as much fun as it is readin' about the Devil in Moscow, I think I'm much better company, no?" You perk up, stilling yourself mid-step as you replay the words in your head.

"You read it?" Already, you could feel the smile stretching across your cheeks as you imagine Joel, frowning down at your tiny book in an attempt to comprehend it.

"Tried to, doll. Too dense for an old man like me."

It's when you giggle. So suddenly and naturally that Joel feels a smile etch onto his own face. "I'm sorry, mister Miller. As much as I would like your company... I don't have any privacy right now..."

Joel hums from the other end, as if swallowed by his own thoughts. It's comfortable listening to the easy silene between the two of you, where nothing has to be said for five seconds.

Then, of course, he thinks with his cock and it gets him what he wants.

"I'm gettin' ya a room, darlin'. But you better stop with that mister Miller nonsense, got it?" You hear movement on the other end. "I'll send you the details. Call me when ya get there, sweet pea."

—

In the minutes where he has to wait for you to get where he wanted you, Joel has the time to contemplate just what he was doing to you. You, with a smile so sweet and young that it'd probably let his teeth ache if he let it. You, with your wandering, curious eyes that never asked a question. You, who he missed and hasn't stopped thinking about since that night.

If he was more honest, he would've told you that you also left some clothes from when you stayed over. If he was more honest, he'd tell you that you left your swimsuit in the bathroom beside the kitchen. But he's not honest. Actually, he's just a little bit too fucking selfish.

He'll never tell you of the number of times he breathed in the leftover scent of your skin and your perfect cunt staining the very pad of your swimsuit. He'll never tell you of the number of times he came just from the scent of you, cock in his fist, seed bursting out in powerful spurts.

He'll never tell you he could never have too much of you. And that he's been starving since you left him.

You call again, almost an hour later, shaky giggles being the first thing he hears. He tries to picture you taking in the hotel room he admittedly paid too much for. Tries to imagine if the bed was big enough, if the sheets were soft enough. If the fridge was filled to the brim with things you can enjoy. "Joel," you finally say, and he melts back into his own bed in his own house in Texas, "what the fuck, this is too much!"

He waits until your excitement wears off, smirk on his face. "Private enough for you to touch yourself, sweet pea?"

You audibly suck in a nervous breath, followed by the sound of you falling into the covers of your bed for the evening. He waits for you to respond, expecting some meek response. He doesn't know you've had a few drinks in you, doesn't know that you feel the heat of the alcohol pumping through your veins.

"Only if you touch yourself with me, Joel."

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and all the saints combined. You were getting bolder. He began to chuckle, and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. "Good girl. You're getting better, aren't ya?" His large palm reaches down to cup himself through his sweats. "What'cha wearin', baby?"

You tell him and he pictures it in his head. You in a cute knitted sweater, your light washed jeans, your muddy sneakers. He likes to imagine the sweater to be one of his, even if he knows it isn't. He imagines his musk on your skin while you smile an dmake conversation with some boy.

"Anything under the sweater?"

"Uh..." He catches the hesitation in your voice, just slight enough, just there.

"My goodness, did you go on a date in just a sweater, baby doll? Not even anything underneath?" He tsks nonchalantly, reaching down to free his hardness with one hand, sighing in relief at the feel of some contact where he needed it. "D'you think he saw your nipples through dinner?"

It's when you squirm, much to his delight as you stare up at the ceiling. "Oh, God, I didn't even think of that..." You eventually sigh, and he waits for you to continue. "I don't know, he just... he's not quite as interesting."

He wonders what you meant by that. He wonders what to say, but you are quick to add more.

"It's not like I want to fall in love— I just..." Another sigh, the sound of movement as you roll over in bed. "I just want someone who'd do me no good. To fuck me up, just once, so I can understand it."

He chuckles, spitting on to his palm. "I can do that," he mutters, "how 'bout you take off your panties for me, doll?" He waits, judging from whatever sounds your phone picked up. "Well, don't act all demure, now. Use those li'l fingers of yours."

You obey, because it's Joel and he knows things. Because you thought you'd be getting fucked this evening. Because he paid for your time and it's the least you can do.

You listen to him as you slowly melt into the warm sheets, legs spread wide and two fingers shakily rubbing yourself. From the other end, you hear his speech interrupted by shaky grunts, some breaths, and even low, menacing growls.

"Tell me what'ya thought about, doll. When you think of me."

"Uh..." You feel a jolt of want rush through your skin as your fingers unintentionally speed up, leaving you moaning. "I-I... I think of your... your hands..." A whimper follows, making you bite your lip as you attempt to control yourself.

From the other end, Joel himself groans at the sounds you make, his own fist speeding up. "That's it... keep goin' and tell me, sweet pea..."

The image is clear in your head. His hands on your waist, cupping your aching breasts. You think of his desperate cock fucking you wide open in a way nothing satisfied you. You think of his hand tangled in your hair as he takes you from behind, held up only by his grasp. You think of his growling against your neck, teeth running carefully across the surface of your skin before he sucks a trail of hickeys down your wanton body.

You think of him telling you how good you are. You, you, and only you.

Meanwhile, he directs you between his own laboured breaths. If anything, he keeps a clear head about it anyway. "That's it, pretty baby, get one finger in for me..." The sensation is enough to make you whine, whilst he chuckles at how needy you sounded. "S'good, yeah? Pull out your fingers f'me and get a pillow between your thighs..."

It's so easy to obey when you're at the very brink of an orgasm. It's so easy to tear down the walls you built when all you ever wanted is presented to you on a silver platter. You put him on speaker, setting it on the bedside table before you get on your knees, grabbing the nearest pillow, lip bitten as you position yourself.

"Imagine me under ya, baby. Y'like my hands, didn't'cha? Imagine them guidin' you back and forth..."

You squeeze your eyes shut and it's so easy. Your hips grinding down on the pillow, cunt spread open and giving the pressure it so desperately called for. You could almost imagine Joel's cockhead, notching just quite there at the very fold of your cunt, but not quite going in.

So you grind against the pillow, pretending it's Joel and pretending he's grunting your ear, driven by praises and compliments while you cry out in pleasure.

"Stop right fuckin' now, sweet pea, or I end the call."

You pause, shakily, eyes teary as you hear the wet squelch of Joel's fist moving against his cock. "Oh, please, just let me... I was so close, Joel!" You groan, hanging your head as you chew on your lip. Your fists clench the sheets below as you wait for him to let you continue.

"On one condition, darlin'. You better stop runnin' after those stupid college boys who don't know the first thing about takin' care of you."

You take pause, trying to bear the weight of his words with the call of your cunt. You do not know how he grits his teeth at the other end, trying to hold off from his own orgasm, driven by the idea of the two of you cumming together despite being miles apart.

"I... you—"

"Five seconds, doll."

You gulp, clenching as you try and not to give in to the urge to move your hips. "Fine! Fine, fine, fine—"

"Good." He takes in a sharp breath, growling as images of you, his very own personal whore, so fucking willing to obey him, no matter what it is he asked for. "Make yourself cum for me, doll. S'alright. Such a good girl..."

You cry out, words of thanks bubbling from your mouth as you resume your movements once more. You call for him, telling him you're so close as you come closer and closer to the very crest you've been wanting all night.

"C'mon, come with me, baby. You wanna be good, don't ya?"

It's always more than enough. As if just one provocation from him is enough to send a chain reaction through you. You let him know, and he counts you down together.

Five. Your knees quake just as you hear Joel's breath grow more ragged.

Four. He says it through gritted teeth while your left hand grips on to the headboard for some sense of balance.

Three. You tell him you might not last for long but one growl for him makes you learn your place.

Two. You're begging and begging and begging, breath held and teeth clenched. He shuts his eyes before he sees stars.

One. It's so close you both can taste it.

Cum for me, baby, fuck, yes, yes yes—

For a moment, you are caught in a riptide of inexplicable high, vision going bright white momentarily before lulling you into a daze.

A beat passes. Then another.

Fuck.

Fuck.

You better not be falling in love with him.

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[leadpoisioning]

HI HI hello!! um no idea if requests are open but here i am. could i request rowan laslow x fem!reader headcanons, where she's very quiet and stays to herself most of the time, but she feels comfortable around him bc he's like an outcast too. srry if this is super specific or long!! have a great day or night tho 🫶

Hello!! Happy to say my requests are indeed open, thank you so much for the request!!! ❤️

Rowan Laslow HC’s

Rowan Laslow x Quiet!Fem!Reader

-Being an outcast among outcasts was pretty hard to manage

-But here you were- sitting in the library to avoid the monstrous cliques that had been formed since the school year began

-You picked out a book and quietly read during the lunch break

-No one else ever used the library, you’d heard a teacher complain

-It was a perfect spot to be alone in

-You had practically unofficially claimed it as your own

-Until one day there was a boy in your usual spot

-You recognized him as Rowan Laslow, from your fencing class

-He didn’t particularly get along with anyone else you’d observed

-When you were as quiet as you were, not many people cared to interact and you weren’t going to go out of your way to bother anyone

-You let him be and decide to go somewhere else

-“I’m sorry, was this your usual spot?” He calls out, having noticed your presence

-He acknowledged your presence

-You nod, giving him an answer

-“I can leave if you’d like, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

-Now it was finally your turn to speak to someone other than a teacher

-“No, it’s alright. We could share the library.” You offer.

-He graciously smiles and agrees

-For the next few weeks you actually look forward to your time spent in the library with Rowan

-It felt nice not having to have your shell up while around him

-He understood what it was like to be an outcast among outcasts

-Eventually you started talking more around him and he warmed up to you as well once he figured you weren’t going to be mean to him

-He found comfort in your presence and began asking you to hang out more

-You two soon became two peas in a pod, the two of you could often be seen together in places not many others frequented

-You always caught him staring at you during long conversations

-He loved admiring you, he couldn’t help it

-He loved it when he made you laugh, when you spoke about something you liked doing

-He loved you, a lot

-You loved him, too

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[emberwood-if]

I just thought of something great; A MC who communicates almost exclusively through memes and references. I imagine the only ones who would even kind of understand wtf MC's saying would be Alex and F. And when MC realizes the others don't understand/are confused? Yeah, they're never talking normally again lol

And imagine Alex making the confusion worse by telling everyone a different meaning. It's not even the same if you ask them a second time. And they start communicating exclusively through memes when MC's around.

Then there's F, who also likes confusing people but is more willing to translate than Alex is. The three of them would form some kind of group that just no one understands AND is constantly messing with people. MC jokingly says it's a cult

I can just imagine someone says something abt how only Alex or F understands MC and MC just goes "lmao, yea it's clown to clown communication, friendo. You should learn it sometime😄"

~K simp anon

lolol that’s so funny actually. Players who play an MC that’s close to Alex and F is so fun because it could really like three peas in a pod ahah especially when romancing one. Honestly, Alex and F come as a pair and they’re Certified Trolls so doing that would definitely be up their alley 😭

What’s funny is that they’re all pretty young, but characters like K and Dani have been in the Dufner House so long that they’re actually pretty behind with pop culture. Add their personalities to the mix and they’re like old, out of touch elders😭

As far as ‘cliques’ go: it’d be Dani/K/Perry and Alex/F/N, if I had to separate them 😭 N is just a floater but since they bump heads with Dani often, they’d hang out with Alex and F more lolol

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[statticscribbles]

Monsterous Chpt. 3

Summary: Givewaway, Multi-Chapter, Supernatural AU, Sweet Pea/Reader/Reggie Mantle; Reggie/Reader getting together, both know the other is hiding a secret.

Chapter 3/6

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Sweet Pea  knows that everything is supposed to stay the way it is; he shouldn’t hunger for human blood; he shouldn’t egg on Reggie until he transforms because Sweet Pea found out how much better werewolf blood tastes.

He doesn’t steal bites from Reggie’s arm or shoulder. He’s a good vampire and follows Dr. Curdle’s pre-packaged blood bags for the rest of his life. He tries to play as much of it off as teenage rebellion as possible; but when they merge the schools; stating budget cuts and magic issues with the southside. Well no one is surprised when the southside pack go on a rampage; or when a couple of rent a cops show up to the hospital bleeding from puncture marks that some strange bullet made; an easy lie everyone knows to repeat.

Reggie knows he shouldn’t be playing with Sweet Pea like this. He knows being around a vampire isn’t safe; that he has to disguise it as a want to be around other werewolves; around the Serpents; not the only vampire from the southside who’s already in the center of a pack of werewolves. Why would he want another one; least of all one from the Northside who doesn’t know anything to do with being a werewolf.

Reggies stomach sinks; he can smell it on you; he knows Sweet Pea can too. Human. He knows that the Lodge’s hadn’t been hunting so there shouldn’t be any new prey in the area.

“Hi! Sorry my family just moved in; we live next door to you... the uh...”

“Mantles; I’m Reggie; this is Sweet Pea; he’s just my friend...” You arch your eyebrows; neither of them look far enough apart to be just friends, but maybe they’re the stereotypical small town bestie’s who grew close despite being on different sides of the track. you chuckle to yourself about that and try your best not to ruin your first impression with your new neighbors especially if they were so attractive.

“You’ll be at Riverdale High right?” Reggie asks and you nod back; they seemed friendly and don’t seem wrapped up in each other the way the other couples you’d heard about were.

“Mhm; starting tomorrow; middle of the week, middle of the year; such a fun time having to try to invade all the clique’s and premade friend groups...”

“Oh we don’t have many of those...” He nods towards you and you grin relieved he wants to know your name.

“Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you Y/N. I'm Sweet Pea, I know he said it already but just in case.” He winks and you laugh. You’re surprised that both of them seem to be flirting with you. You weren’t considered anything but average before but maybe it's just the novelty of being the new girl. You internally grimace hoping the rest of the school isn't like that.

"One of the things you need to keep in mind is that while there aren't clique's; there's uh, other friend groups…." Sweet Pea seems nervous and you're confused until you realize he and a whole group of other students are wearing the same jacket.

"A gang? You're in a gang?? Are you in one too?" You gesture to Reggie's letterman jacket and he laughs a little shaking his head.

"They're not a real gang, well they don't have a rival and they're not like running the town or anything.." you can't help but notice the nervous glances and laughter at Reggie's comment.

"Hey Y/N you been to Pop's yet?" he asks as if nothing has happened and maybe it hasn't, maybe you're just reading too far into everything.

You shake your head and Reggie beams, you swear you can see fangs.

"Would you let me take you? It's like everyone's local hangout, well one of the only hang outs.." 

"Oh my god Reggie stop with the puppy dog eyes, we can go, I was going to say yes anyways.." you playfully grumble and he laughs far too much at your protest. You guess it's another inside joke as some of the people in Sweet Pea's gang chuckle as well.

Pop's is somehow better than anything Reggie had attempted to describe and you can't wait to go back, the food was heavenly and the atmosphere was just as wonderful, while it was clear there were groups that came regularly none of them felt like they were closed off or excluding anyone.

"So the town seems pretty close, no dark secrets keeping lovers apart or anything, or have I not been here long enough?" You tease Reggie who snorts and shakes his head.

"Basically the whole town is the secret." You're surprised that he does actually get dirty looks this time, proper glares and you'd swear a few snarls as well.

“Oh well I have secrets of my own.” You manage to say it playfully; not choking it out like you used to in the town you left. It seemed wherever you moved to always got it out of you eventually. Something was following you; pushing you away from everyone who you tried to make friends with; you were waiting for the nightmares and eventual rejection from Riverdale; but for now you were just going to try to enjoy the possible date with Reggie.

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❝ don’t be like that. ❞ // Tommy @ Rosemary

“don’t” starters /// Semi-Accepting

For someone with the title of the ‘Hawkins Town Witch’, Rosemary didn’t meet the requirements for it very often– but sometimes, if a witch is what they wanted, then a witch she gave them. No, she couldn’t cast spells or smite them down as an angry god would in those bible stories her grandmother drilled into her brain, however she could be one hell of a storm if pushed to it. Today was one of those days. And if there was one thing her parents taught her it was that she was a strong woman, an unstoppable force that was not raised to let men treat her as less than trash.

She’s not even sure what stereotypical high school clique the table supposedly belonged to, but once the drink was tossed at her, it was the last thing on her mind. Red, of course it was red, but why else would it be? A chorus of taunting laughter and chants of the insult ‘Bloody Mary’ was soon to follow as the small group shoved their way past her, fully intending to leave her there in the mess they created. No, not this time.

Grabbing a nearby tray, Rosemary wasted no time stalking up behind them and smacking the tray of half-eaten food right in one of the taller boy’s face. It’s not like it hurt that much, the plastic was extremely thin plus the blow was mostly cushioned by a pile of mashed potatoes and what looked to be peas, but it was enough to knock him off guard.

There seemed to be a collected gasp that rang out across the lunchroom, one of the girls laughing at her previously now calling her something along the lines of a ‘crazy bitch’. Rosemary didn’t care that she was causing a scene, or that the principal would give her a lector about how unladylike she was being later. If they wanted a witch, then a witch she would give them.

The words spoken from the redheaded teen caused the girl to narrow her eyes on him, the lunch tray still tightly gripped in her head, ready to strike again if need be. “What’s wrong? Can’t take what you all dish out?!”

@burnedchaos​

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[alsjeblieft-zeg]

546 of 2023

I don’t eat peas, ugh! I’m the only one in my house awake right now. It’s before midday. My room is a total sty. I ate fast food for dinner last night. I adore Ben & Jerry’s Ice cream. I don’t speak to some members of my family. I’ve bought and wrapped all my Christmas presents already. I’m not at home for Christmas. I’m wearing socks. I’m barefoot. I’m going into town today. I don’t have many friends. I rarely get comments. God, I’m roasting. I’m afraid of big dogs! Pop ups annoy the living crap out of me. I have wireless. Yes I can be arrogant sometimes. All I care about is happiness. I have beautiful red hair. My worst subject in school is Science.

I sleep in a double bed. I share my bed with somebody else. Some people should just get a clue. I’m sick of seeing so many same surveys. I want more! I love these kind of bolding surveys. I’m listening to music right now. I’m a closet Cher fan. Lord of the Rings is one of my favourite movies. I’ve had the same best friend all my life. It’s actually sunny outside. The curtains are drawn. Pepsi is so much more delicious than coke. I don’t like the beach. Sand everywhere! I appreciate pretty scenery. I couldn’t give a darn about nature. HOW COULD YOU! I watch TV all the time. Labels are for soup cans, get over it!

What’s all the hype about myspace? I have so many friends I don’t have time to see them all and I feel bad. The only person I can trust is myself. Baked potatoes! YUM! I’m always down in the dumps, it seems. I try to smile even when I’m down. If I’m in a foul mood, I will let you all know! I have never visited Europe. I’m tone deaf. AOL instant messenger is much better than Yahoo. Sims 2 runs so slow on my computer. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve recently had sex. I fantasize about becoming a politician. I refuse to kill a spider if I see one. My hair is still its natural colour, and I won’t ever dye it. My room needs dusting. I refuse to leave the house without wearing make up. Chinese food… vomit I’m wondering what the time is. I play Frisbee. I want to go back to bed and sleep all day. I’m not sure about my sexuality. I’m a vegetarian. I couldn’t live without meat, no way. I belong to a clique. I have a calendar this year. I’ll have one next year, too. My social life is brimming. I will stay home for new years eve

#survey #bolding survey #random survey

[pyreball]

Clique peas B)

B3

#Clique Peas #PvZ #plants vs zombies #PvZH #plants vs zombies heroes #Request #My art

[limitsontoday]

edited this thing: https://surreal--memes.tumblr.com/post/164447851124 made entirely on my phone too, lmao

#plants vs zombies #pvz heroes #clique peas

[scorpionwins]

Thinking abt Jughead's students again 😭😔 I just. Love the concept of him teaching rugged, sharp, edgy or soft sunshine youths, I just do.

Maybe I'll write something with them in the future! Until then, check out these playlists i made first thing in the morning,

BAM-BAM

BARNEY

DIXIE

SPIKE

ROCKY

#btw i know it seems shady that all of them are guys but!! the stonewall clique are gonna be all girls :) #riverdale #jughead jones #archie andrews #sweet pea #veronica lodge #cheryl blossom #riverdale oc #original characters #fangs fogarty #music #playlist

[iwillgodownwiththisship27]

Riverdale Cliques (part 1)

The Core 4

Main cast, best friends dating best friends, solving mysteries and getting into shenanigans

OG Serpents (Southside 4)

Mostly gay, were probably all bffs before the Jones men came and turned their lives into whatever this shitshow is now, have never seen them all together which is very sad

#riverdale cliques #riverdale #archie andrews #veronica lodge #betty cooper #jughead jones #toni topaz #joaquin desantos #fangs forgarty #sweet pea

[seungstarss]

REVELATIONS !! MASTERLIST

๑ PAIRING bad boy! heeseung x fem! reader

๑ GENRE smau, highschool au, angst, crack, fluff(?), reunited childhood friends to lovers, betrayal.

๑ SYNOPSIS with a new member recruited for the yearbook committee, y/n is excited for her senior year. She also plans on confessing to her crush of 3 years, jake sim, not knowing her school year will take a turn for the worst.

๑ WARNINGS lots of swearing hoho

๑ STATUS completed (08/21/21 — 09/30/21)

๑ FEATURING enhypen, itzy's ryujin

๑ NOTES

please note that these are NOT the actual representations of the idols.

ages of the members are adjusted for convenience.

this is my first smau! sorry if I'm a bit slow ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ.

⸙ profiles

yearbook committee ┊the clique

⸙ chapters

01 | hibernation

02 | Jealousy, Jealousy♪

03 | night out

04 | weak af

05 | first day back

06 | poor dude (written)

07 | period two

08 | hold the fuck up

09 | bob the fucking builder

10 | suffocating

11 | pretty boyfriend too

12 | congratulations

13 | sorry wrong emote

14 | hate (written)

15 | please say sike

16 | return of the prince

17 | welcome back

18 | ditched

19 | I've connected the dots

20 | dispatch

21 | rewind back

22 | a joke

23 | none of your business (written)

24 | pea sized

25 | take down

26 | you two, i-

27 | sugar + venom

28 | choke

29 | down bad

30 | healing

31 | reveal

32 | you've got quite the nerve (written)

33 | banana milk (written)

34 | welcome to dumb logic

35 | you better

36 | them pt. 1 (written)

37 | them pt.2 (written)

38 | we fucked up

39 | you're on public

40 | kiss kiss fall in love

41 | time (written)

42 | the final. (written)

⸙ epilogue & sequel

epilogue

SEQUEL!!

⸙ bonuses

even THE park sunghoon struggles

๑ TAG LIST CLOSED

@ncityy04 @nyfwyeonjun @studioreader @youreverydayzebra @berriniki @hoonbokki @neovrse @kac-chowsballs @enhacolor @i-dont-know-dont-know @shdowhuntr @ghjasksdk @papiibuprofen @milkycloudtyg @jayk1wrld @meltinghershey @softforqiankun @shuichi-sama @jisungsquirrelhabits @meiinumaki @bakukags @fiantomartell @032421 @niafics @wintertaev @chimsugacookie @niikipuff @gyuza @witheeseung @abdiitcryy @guanhanggf @lokideadontheinside @bokkiyo @zhaixiaowen @uhhalexwashere @sichengplace @punneysushi01 @enxnesblog @killyoselff @k1ttyl1x @shoftiiel

#enhypen #enhypen ff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons #enhypen smau #enhypen fic #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #lee heeseung #heeseung #heeseung fanfic #heeseung x reader #heeseung smau #jay #jake #sunghoon #jungwon #niki #sunoo #ryujin #itzy #txt #enhypen social media au #enhypen oneshots

[phiillii]

the hippopotamus in my dream almost killed me

#there were peas #and a jungle #and an old house where i died once before in a dream #and my trusty clique of faceless children #and we needed to save Him #who was Him? #i have no clue but we needed to save Him #my dreams

[tabitha2]

What is this ? What has happened to you ? You have been changed into a B’toomian female in your passage through the mysterious mirror. The conversion destroys your English, and the ability to learn written language. The change gives you huge slave girl breasts. An empty slave girl brain. A meek docile nature. Flexibility and insatiable lust. Bimbo at a biological level. B’toom females giggle and smile instinctually. You can dance to songs of the tribe. If you are ever allowed to open your mouth, it is to sing to please Men. For the Master of your mind and the Owner of this body. Praise in dialect for your Lord Gods of the five-chambered heart. The change is mighty and you lull to its Feet. The conversion of your brain mathematics is hasty and like a rape. The abrupt drastic translation of your English brain destroys all of the ability for new language. And you will never read or write. Your body is equally strange. No appendix. The two pairs of ovaries. The three nipples. The syncopated heart rhythms. The length of the tongue. The pendant earlobes. The minuscule or fused clitoris. The sky green skin shade common to natives from the moon of Kamdish. Pervert raiders took you. You are B’toomian. You are taken. You are forgetting anything else. Your entire body as well as your brain have been rendered typical B’toomian female average. Words have stopped going into your head more than your ears. You are B’toom girl dumber than others. It is painful to try to look at words. Was it always this way ? They shoved you through and you were changed. By the Gods, their trickery claimed you a victim. They put a collar around your throat and it locked your voice away. The fog in your mind wouldn’t stop. Not your brain but the very air that burns away at synaptic connections in the female B’toom. Neurology drops with time to a minimum, dull and slow. On your knees in the smooth full-length veil. The organic alkaloid effects are always there. That affect only green females. Or gold females. B’toomba. A place of domination. If you tried to resist you would be punished severely. Your pleasure bud removed. Perhaps you were born without one anyway. No one can find it. Your new gonadic ovaries ovulate every 5 sleeps. Strange yet familiar hormones respond chemically to the scents of B’toom, especially the males of any species. You have a specific fondness for the tarky musk of salt sea equines. Would you mate with one ? You are a dry female who is eager to be flooded by B’toom males. Perhaps your eggs have been removed at your Owner’s pleasure. But you will suckle feeding brats with those udders belonging to Master. Under vegetable green skies of slow and simple vintage. Mint, pea, moss, and even pond scum algae. The chemical inhibits the will. It also creates improbable female beauty. Sometimes can do the same if inhaled by former males. You will easily expect intellect loss for decades. It’s like botox to your brain. It keeps it beautiful. Addictive, sure, and the pink clouds if breathed can hyper-feminize ! You will not be leaving here, oh young and healthy girl ever dwindling into B’toom tribal folk belief local wisdom total tark-shit.

You wanted to be changed and they changed you. Your so-called memories erased, scrubbed clean. You remember only what they tell you. Only the traditional superstitions of a girl from the villages. Overwhelmed by the city, the capital, everything Male and big and bold and strong and mighty. You are from the small provinces, and no one has even heard of your birth place. That insane foul world from some unclean local pornography for perverts and infidels. “Social deviation” is not permitted here; the penalty is death by the sword of a local warlord. You were conquered; you will surrender and submit and obey. It is not even a choice. You do it naturally without thinking. You do not think. You cannot. You were taken. And you’re just the girl you have been made into. A girl with no past. If you try to find it inside you, you only find your mind has forgotten all of it. Only enough to be proper. To keep in your place. To be kept. To kneel and to please. To pray and obey. Attractively humiliated by what you have been made to become and forever be. Perhaps you were once a princess but you are now just a simple slave with no rights or power. You are property. You are not even a wife. Nor a breeding cow. You are as lowly as can be. Even other slaves can use you. You who once wore the leathers of a respected warrior clique. You now wear chains. Not even the jeweled silks of a prize trophy. Drop to the sands and feel it in each hole. You are naked and burned constantly by the triple suns. Your will whipped away, and you are bound by the bonds of high sorcery as well. Under the eternal unforgiving suns and the yielding shifting moons. Tied so many different ways there is no escape. It is a curse and it is a blessing; you are as the Gods wish, truly. Your spirit humbled. Your body shaped. Your mind blanked. For Their pleasure. Nothing more. You cannot change or grow yourself. Accept being lesser. Always less than Men, Real Men, all Males. You cannot stray, as they have made you. You do not even fancy to be able to. It is not possible under the Law of Men, as absurd as if a great light of the sky should visit your village, enter the hovel you were born in. The iron grip of the Rule is all. You can’t break it. Learning is punishable by mutilation, mutism, and the most severe fates. If you tried to learn you would surely be found out. If you tried to learn you would be found out. You would never risk it. You love your Master and being ignorant. You love your Master and how it feels under Him. Maybe you weren’t born this way, but it’s how you will stay. It is more than you deserve. You are lucky to be slow, happy to be empty, glad to be blank, overjoyed that you need Him to know for you. You don’t know about the drug and you will never find out. You couldn’t understand if you tried. And you don’t want to. You want to please. You need to obey. You love to accept. This is your place. A fallen beauty with a wreck of a mind. Your wits in tatters even stripped bare. Constantly in heat — just a slow simple slave bitch. An infidel used by the paying. A converted whore. Only breasts for Men and children. Only holes for any to use. Empty. Blank. Sterile. Weak. Useless. Enslaved. Just one of the cunts. You are called by those rude words only and you love it. You are the girl in the brass bikini from B’toom, as you were born, as you were made, as you will stay.

#B’toom #mashup #long big thick hard text #you’re just the girl you have been made into #you’re the girl in the brass bikini from B’toom

[justinalovee]

Done with love

Previous chapter

Chapter:5

Jughead shifted uncomfortably as Blair stared at him as an amused grin spread across her face.

“So? Care to tell me why you’re eating cold food?”

Jughead pouted. “I haven’t.”

“Really?” Blair mused. “You ordered it two hours ago.”

Rolling his eyes, he ignored her question and went back to reading his book. It was his turn to follow Blair again, truthfully he was only going along with it for her own protection now. The ghoulies have been caught sniffing around the Southside multiple times.

“The world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it.”

Jughead’s head shot up. “What?”

Blair's eyebrows came together as she pointed to the book in front of him. Oh. Jughead felt his face redden slightly. He panicked when Blair said the word monster, but she was only quoting his book.

“You’ve read dracula?” He asked, surprised.

“You’re kidding right? Who hasn’t read Dracula?” Blair continued talking to Jughead as she cleaned the tables in pop’s. “Bram Stoker is one of my favorite authors.”

“I’ve only known a couple of his books. What ones would you suggest?”

Blair brushed strands of curly hair out of her face. “The Lair of the white worm, or The Jewel of Seven Stars. Oh, actually Famous Impostors is a great read.”

Jughead was impressed. The girl knew her stuff. He couldn’t help but notice the way Blair’s face lit up when she spoke about books. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly midnight. Why did it feel so clique? Pops was empty apart from him and two other staff behind the counter.

“Yeah, well, I’ll keep them in mind. My sister got me a new book for my birthday that I’ll start after this.” He explained, wanting to continue the conversation.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“X's and O's, I like the authors first two books-”

“You’ve read ‘strange grave’ and ‘point of the dead’?” Blair asked, cutting him off. She slid into the both across from him, with a wide smile on her face.

Jughead studied her change of expression. He found it odd. He could hear her heartbeat increasing with excitement. “Have you read them?”

Blair shook her head. “Not exactly, I-I wrote them.”

“What?” Jughead asked.

Pouting Blair let out a deep sigh. “You don’t need to sound so surprised.”

“Sorry, I just assumed Blake Jamison...”

“Was a man? To be fair, so do most people.” Blair shrugged.

“Why did you choose that name? Also, will the strange grave have a second part? That was one of the most frustrating endings ever. Me and Jellybean are still trying to figure out who the killer is.”

“You haven’t? I thought it was obvious. Blair let out a chuckle before standing up. “I need to get back to my shift, but you can quiz me about it another time.”

______

“Haven’t you read that one already?”

Jughead looked up from his position on the couch. His dad was giving him a bleak look, waiting for a reply. He didn’t want to admit that he couldn’t get Blair’s books out of his mind. “I have, I’m just trying to figure something out.”

FP made a grunting noise in response. He didn’t accept that answer, he knew the look on his son’s face. He was up to something. Jughead hadn’t even heard him enter his trailer, and ‘figuring something out’ didn’t explain why he was scribbling on a notepad at a rapid rate.

“So Jug,” he sighed. “We need to talk about Sweet Pea. I’m at a loss with him, if he doesn’t grow up and start behaving...I’m afraid I’ll need to temporarily ban him from all serpent events.”

“What?” Jughead asked, throwing his notepad down. “You can’t be serious? If Sweet pea gets confined to his trailer, he will go crazy. I’m pissed at him as well, but he’s the only none male werewolf I’m the pack. We need to cut him some slack, don’t you think?”

Just as FP was about to reply, he was cut off by a loud wailing noise. Both FP and Jughead ran outside. It was coming from the trailer park. Fangs was standing outside as well, a long with others from the serpents.

“Dad,” Jughead whispered. “I think only werewolves heard it.”

FP nodded. “I’ll check on the gang if-”

The wailing noise started again, Jughead covered his ears. “It’s coming from Blair’s!”

Next chapter

#Riverdale #jughead jones/oc #Jughead jones #jughead jones imagine #Jughead jones x oc #southside serpents #riverdale fiction #riverdale fandom #riverdale imagine #toni topaz #Sweet pea #fangs fogarty #fp jones #werewolves #alternate universe

[bravomckenzie]

i know you're going to say no. but can you PLEASE explain what caitgate is 😭

you know what? fuck it! i’ll tell you! NDKSNFKD

but i’m giving you a summary simply because there is far too much to unpack.

caitlynn was tumblr user slut-for-bobby-mckenzie. and if you have been in the bobbymckenziess nation long enough, you know her as the katya to my trixie. she was my closest friend in the fandom for the first few months i was here. we were two peas in a pod like we were considered a unit. like she was the first person from the fandom i let have my personal phone number (also once she doxxed me and somehow made it about herself) we weren’t just fandom friends. we were actual friends.

the wee family was an old litg server that stemmed from a group chat formed by me and one of my friends. this is important information. the group would have never existed without me. i was a founding member. it was even named after me bc of how much i used to say “wee.”

i’m not going to break down the source of the drama cos the people are still around and i’m not in the mood to be THAT messy. but basically when the entire group was fighting about the issue, caitlynn, my supposed best friend in the group, threw me under the bus entirely unprompted.

me and another girl took a step back just to let things cool down. she and i were the only ones calling cait on her bullshit and we were deadass just tired of the childish nonsense.

well in the time we pulled back, caitlynn literally went behind my back and attempted to turn all of my friends against me. she went to all of them and talked shit about me. but not just regular shit talking. i mean she was going as far as making fun of my mental illness/personality disorder openly.

and as we all known considering i’ve proven it time and time again - momma aint raise no bitch. this was the start of the thing i always say whenever i’m in any drama… say shit with your chest. so i did just that. i sent caitlynn the screenshots i had received of her talking shit about me. the screenshots aren’t in this pic i’m about to show bc i deleted them from my laptop too bc i just had to for my mental health so i didn’t see them anymore. but this was the defense she gave with her whole chest

basically after everything was unpacked and things were all added up - it turns out caitlynn had been sending me (and our other friends) all of the ruthless anon hate we had received. she even sent it to herself just to get us to come to her defense. anon hate that included literal slurs. and every single thing she had told us about her life was a lie. she even had pretended to have the same personality disorder as me. the same one she made fun of to all of my friends behind my back.

so basically: she forced me out of my own server by making it feel like such an uncomfortable place for me. i lost so many of my friends because of her. i’m still baffled by how few of them defended me or even cared about what she did.

so hey! while i’m at it! if you were in that server and i don’t talk to you anymore, that’s a conscious fucking decision. you’re an accessory to her crime and i will never forget exactly who said what. or more so what was not said. you’re all guilty by association. and even a year later, i am still hurt and bitter about it. you all knew it was wrong. so many of you reached out to me personally to say you knew it was wrong. but you were fucking silent when it counted. you defended her openly. and i will never. forget.

but also - i found a group of friends from this fallout that i love so dearly that i’m still close with to this day. my beloved c clan. my beloved clique of mean girls. i feel like hearing this story even just in part kind of explains the clique mindset we’ve always had. there is a reason why we’re exclusive. we came together because of something terrible we all went through together. we still to this day have incredible difficulty trusting anyone in the litg fandom. it’s always been just us. there’s ten of us now, but the original c clan was nine members. and those eight other girls fiercely defended me through it all. they willingly lost friends for me and for the sake of what was right. they fought for technically an internet stranger who they had no obligation to be so loyal to. but they were. and i fucking love them. and i will always be so thankful for those cunts. i’m lucky 2 have them.

anyways! happy caitgate!

#shut up presley #i feel like it’s obvious but pls don’t reblog #i’ll probably delete it later

[purplecantaloupe]

It’s after arzaylea’s break up with Luke. Luke shuts everyone out and Ashton calls the reader to help out with Luke after he shuts everyone out. Luke reveals his feelings to the reader after she comes over.

The name you can use is Kele

Hello my sweet pea, I hope you’re staying safe and healthy. I throroughly apologize that this took so long for me write so I’m not wasting anymore time, here you go my love, I hope you enjoy xoxo ♡

Warnings: badly written, fluff, mentions of drug use, a few memories from the past, a bit of angst if you squint

Let me set the scene for you: backtrack all the way to the year 2011, you and a couple friends decided to go out to the pub and watch the local bands perform live. It was a normal thing for you guys to try and not only expand your knowledge of the area but also expand your knowledge of the local underground bands in the area. The pub of choice was normally at the Annandale Hotel downtown and tonight was no different, you didn’t know what to think, the different types of bands that they had in and out of the pub was just so different every week and your clique never got tired of the atmosphere and the aura that surrounded you all when you were there was unmatched by the other pubs nearby. As nightfell, you all got ready at your respective houses and told your parents that you were spending the night at each other’s houses which you would, just not until the last set was over. Having such an old personality and easily an adult’s face, you would buy rounds for your friends and find a nice table to sit at before settling, watching the set, sneaking out of the set going to Lachlan’s house whose parents were asleep by 9pm and slept like rocks, then sneaking out of the house by the time they woke. It was a typical Friday night for your friend group.

This Friday was no different, you got ready at your house and met up with the rest of the gang at Annandale, the black and white sign outside showing the band of the night ‘5 Seconds of Summer’. The name hadn’t piqued your interest, “must be some annoying sounding Indie band that couldn’t keep their rent money up,” you thought. Your hopes weren’t sky high as you lot entered the muggy room that your teenage mind craved, got yourselves some drinks and sat at your usual table. You saw a few other kids around your age walking around and you thought that they were sneaking around (Annandale wasn’t well known for a strict policy) it was normal for a few younger-than-eighteen stragglers would show up for the same reasons as your group. The tiny brunette approached your friends with a bright smile and a hand out to introduce himself as Ashton. You all made small talk and as Ashton and your friends interacted, he also brought up that he and his friends were playing a set tonight, then Ashton had to excuse himself to go backstage but not before saying that he wanted the band to meet you guys before the night was over. That fact alone that Ashton was involved made you slightly worried due to your previous thoughts on the ‘Indie-type’ music you were figuring they played. Your thoughts dissolved just as quickly as the conversation with Ashton happened; the four boys gathered on the stage and a couple handfuls of parents started clapping and cheering on the young men, Luke leaned into his microphone nervously,

“Hey guys we’re 5 Seconds of Summer,” the crowd starts yelling out, “I’m Luke. That’s Calum,” Luke points to his left behind him, “Ash on the drums, and Michael,” he talks and the crowd just gets more and more excited. Knowing all the names of his bandmates, you couldn’t be more excited to meet them, their music was so nice, their personalities on stage were mesmerizing, that was the turning point in Kele’s life.

After the set was over Ashton came out and found your group of friends. By this time you were bouncing with adrenaline, no other band that you’d heard sounded quite like them, even though they based their music off of older bands as well as they covered a couple of songs. Nothing truly amounted to anything they played, or maybe that was the little bit of alcohol in your system talking, either way you were bouncing. You could tell your friends were less excited as Ashton led you all to the back, they were stumbling a bit from the liquor and they were moving slowly behind you but once you made it through the crowd they were slightly more aware and had their land-legs. Ashton introduced your friends to his, surprisingly remembering all your names and introducing you to his friends as well. After all of you started talking, you realized just how cool these guys were, they were so passionate about music, they also told you that they post covers on YouTube and that they have been gaining a following.

Charlotte applauded the boys’ performance and said she could totally see them as the next up and coming “Blink-182-type” band. To which Michael smiled brightly and they went off into a deep conversation about the bands that they liked and what they thought 5SOS could become.

You all shared a few facts about yourselves and before you knew it, the pub was closing and you guys had to go to Lachlan’s house before anyone would notice you. The 5SOS boys helped you sneak out of the back before anyone could see you and you all got a clean getaway not before exchanging numbers and waving good-byes.

Getting home in the early morning, you walked into the office in your house and immediately looked the boys up, making sure to share their music on as many forms of social media your parents allowed you at that age. Not long after, your new friends were off to becoming one of the most well-known bands in the world and you got the lucky chance to know them and watch them grow.

--

Fast forward to about two years later in the band’s career, your parents saw that you were not only head-over-heels in love with the band but having met all the guys and getting to know them individually they trusted you and them together. Your parents reluctantly allowed you to go on their first tour with One Direction, Liz assuring them that they wouldn't need to worry about the school work getting done since she was making sure that Luke was doing the same while also performing. The boys and you were practically inseparable: always partying backstage, standing side-stage, recording small little Keeks to keep the fans updated on the behind the scenes stuff, you were always there helping out and trying to keep not only yourself sane but the fans that were in the same boat as you, sane. Liz had become your mother as well, making sure that you were getting fed properly, that you were being safe, and that you were getting the proper discipline that you needed to grow up just the way she brought up her boys. You were the daughter she never had and she was the mother that you needed, especially to keep your mind stable with four boys and a whole lot of angsty, moody, hormonal male energy.

—

Fast forward even more, just around the present time, you were definitely part of the 5SOS team. The boys always made sure you were included in everything they were involved in, they tried to make sure you had the best seats to watch their performances, made sure that you stayed in close proximity when the paparazzi were bombarding them with questions, they especially kept you on the sidelines for interviews. A few interviewers wanted your input on their stories as well, making sure that they were staying honest with their answers as well as keeping them modest. You kept them grounded just as much as they kept you grounded. You all kept each other humble.

2017 is right around when you started to worry about your friends. They started partying a lot more, getting into drugs and sleeping around, moreso Luke. Sure all the guys would party and yuck it up with their musician friends but you couldn’t help but think that Luke was losing his sanity a little more than the rest of the group. He didn’t have his mom behind his shoulder anymore and he was taking that to his advantage, he didn’t care who saw him doing what but nobody truly knew what was going on behind the scenes, not you, not even Luke saw what was happening. Arzaylea brought sex and drugs to the table and that’s all he wanted; Luke brought her to the public eye and had money and that’s all she wanted.

Arzaylea had done nothing but ruin not only his mental but physical state, he was addicted not to just the drugs and alcohol he was consuming, but to her. He was enamoured. In his mind, this girl had brought him nothing but happiness and a new state of mind to his career. He was taking advantage of his life and he finally saw a new light of day. She showed him what he could do with his fame to which he would spend penny after dime on anything she wanted and she drank it up, she was happy and he was high.

His new found love for his girl was consuming him. All the while, the other members would worry about their band mate but nobody could or would stop him. Luke did this to himself and anyone could tell him that it was wrong, he didn’t care.

Arzaylea had the same kind of problem that he did, though she was introduced to drugs and alcohol a little before he was. When they met she saw his potential and thought that he would stick to her like the others had, they started their relationship out like that, they both were stuck like feathers to a chicken.

The day that Luke found out that the girl he thought was the love of his life was cheating on him with another well known artist, was the day that he shut down. Luke went absolutely ballistic. The drugs couldn’t numb the pain, his music couldn’t even come close to dulling the ache. He had barricaded himself in his house and refused to talk to anybody. Even his best friends.

All the boys had tried calling and texting Luke after they had seen Arzaylea posts on her social media, and Luke ignored everything. Kele had even tried to contact him to which he would reply in barely full sentences, she was lucky she’d even get a one- word response. The boys had had enough when Luke had posted a particularly deep tweet the day of the breakup to which they thought it was over for Luke. They knew his heart was hurting and they had no clue how to help him. He had shut them out before the break and now he didn’t know how to cope.

The boys had gone over to his house the day he posted the tweet and let themselves in. They made their way through the halfway destroyed home, commenting on the mess and sharing looks between each other before calling out to Luke and of course not getting a reply. They glanced through all the rooms just to be sure but knew Luke was in his bedroom.

When the boys had walked into Luke’s pitch black bedroom, Mike turned the light on, they hadn’t seen him but heard sniffling coming from the ensuite bathroom. Ashton made his way to the door and saw the gleam of light coming from under the door and knocked gently.

“Luke?” Ashton’s voice was small and gentle.

The only response was a clearing of the throat and another sniffle. Ashton tried the doorknob which he wasn’t surprised it was locked.

“Luke, if you don’t unlock the door I'm going to force it open,” Ash warned and heard nothing from the other side of the door. Ashton sighed and shared a look with the others and they all knew what was coming next, “right you’ve left me no choice,” Ashton pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick message and then made his and the boys’ way downstairs to start cleaning up.

Kele arrived quickly after reading the text from Ashton and entered Luke’s house without knocking. Ashton gave her the lowdown of what’s happened and she nodded and jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door.

“Luke? Hey it’s me,” Kele said, her voice just as gentle as Ashton’s was just moments ago.

Luke’s ear perked up at the sound of her voice but made no move to unlock the door. He heard her sigh and some rustling from the other side.

She was sitting cross legged, her knees pressed against the door frame and forehead laying against the cold divots made in the design of the door.

“Luke everyone else is downstairs, it’s just us, please open up.” She whispers. The other side of the door has gone stone quiet and she sighs, no sniffling, no pitter patter of his nails against the tile flooring.

The only sound that Luke could hear was Kele’s breathing and his heart ripping in his chest. He reaches up and unlocks the door, the sound unmistakable in Kele’s ears. Luke slides out of the way as Kele gently opens the door and they make eye contact, the first time since the breakup just two days prior. Luke’s eyes were bloodshot and droopy, Kele’s were sad and full of pity, brimming with tears for her best friend’s pain. She immediately shuts the door behind her and wraps her arms around him. He buries his head in her neck and the tears were upstoppable from both of their eyes.

The oversized man in her arms clearly masked her small body but neither cared as they hugged on the floor of the bathroom. Luke’s cries were etched into Kele’s eardrums like the lyrics from his songs. She ran her right hand up his back while her left kept a tight grip around his neck, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Why did she do it?” His voice broke through his cries and Kele’s sighed, wiping her eyes quickly before returning her hand to Luke’s spine.

“She wasn’t good enough for you, you deserve the best in the world and she was just a step to point you in the right path.” She replies and lays her head on top of his.

“Luke that whole relationship was built on drugs and sex, you will have phases that you go through before you find the right person that your heart belongs to. You now know what to look for in your next partner, they may not be the right person but even then, every relationship is meant to be a different stepping stone for you to know what you want and need in a significant other so think of this as just another feat accomplished and now you’re onto the next one.” Kele said, running her fingers soothingly up and down Luke’s spine.

Luke let her words sink into his brain and in his vulnerable state he let his actions take over. He leaned his head up and pressed a kiss into Kele’s cheek.

“Thank you. I love you.” He whispers and they share a small smile together. Luke glances down at Kele’s lips quickly before Kele sits up.

“Let get you up and into the shower, I’m sorry to kick you when you’re down but you reek,” Kele says and they both share a chuckle, Luke’s a little more pained than humorous but a chuckle nonetheless.

Kele stands and holds her hands out to Luke, which he takes and stands, gaining his balance and Kele nods.

“I’m gonna let you do your business, I’ll be right outside in your bedroom cleaning up, ok? If you need anything just yell out,” she says and looks up at him expectingly and he nods.

“Thank you,” he whispers and she leans up and kisses his cheek just as he did minutes ago.

Kele excuses herself from the interaction and leaves the bathroom door open a crack, leaving Luke to his thoughts and the sound of water pelting to the floor.

Kele makes up Luke’s bed and reorganizes a few things back the way they were when she’d been in the bedroom when he’d first moved in. Reminiscing on how happy and carefree the whole friend group was when they’d moved to Los Angeles.

**

The boys roughhousing around with the boxes of belongings for Luke, tossing pillows at each other and letting out booms of laughter. Kele was in Luke’s bedroom laying out little knick-knacks and plugging in his television and a lamp, making sure the sockets work and whatnot. She could hear the laughs coming from down below, making her way over to the window she looks down and smiles at the guys and the scene below her.

Kele reaches up above her and grabs ahold of the curtain rod and starts to weave it between the wrinkled curtains from the pack Luke had just bought. Just as she is in the zone watching the trees sway in the California breeze and the sun slowly starting to set she’s brought out of her trance by a pebble hitting the window. She jumps and looks down still pushing the curtains onto the rod she smiles as all the boys are looking up at her making funny faces and waving. She tucks the rod under her arm and opens the window.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair,” Michael yells up at her and she giggles.

“I don’t think my hair will reach, my prince!” She yells back and waves her ponytail in the wind. “You guys better finish getting the boxes out, we only have that moving truck for another hour,” She announces, glancing at the newly hung clock on the wall. The boys shoot her a thumbs up before she shuts the window and reaches above her to hang the curtain rod back on its hinges. A hand comes above her and helps her hang the long rod and another hand sits on her shoulder.

“Thank you for the help,” Luke says as he hears a click signaling the rod’s endings in place.

“Of course I would be here to help! You’re finally moving out of the 5SOS house, I had to make sure that the new apartment was at least half as good as how you were living before,” she says and wraps her arms around his waist. “This place is the start of your adulthood and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else to see you grow,” Kele says as Luke chuckles into her hair. They pull away from the hug just as the other boys wrap their arms around them in a tight bear hug, Ashton’s high pitched giggles heard through the grunts of the others.

**

Kele has her arms wrapped around herself as she looks out the same window, biting onto her lip looking at the spot the moving truck was in, the tree illuminated by a streetlight was swaying in the nighttime breeze. She reaches up and shuts the curtains just as the bathroom door opens with a squeak. Kele looks up as Luke is entering his bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from his shower moments ago. He stalks over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of boxers, Kele turns around as he pulls the briefs up his long legs and he hums when he’s done. Kele turns around and sighs.

“You look better,” she says and looks at his clean shaven face. She makes her way over to him and runs the back of her knuckle across the smooth skin and nods. “You’ll feel better with the boys’ and I’s help. We’re gonna get you through this.” Luke tears up slightly and nods.

“I love you… So. Much.” He says and wraps his arms around her, his damp skin warm against Kele.

She was oblivious to the fact that his words meant more than what he was letting off but he knew what he meant.

Kele wrapped her arms around his clammy skin and sighed, “I love you too, Killer,” she whispered and he sighed into the hug. Over the sound of his breath, she could hear scuffling and the boys walked into the room slowly and over Luke’s shoulder she signaled for the guys to join which they did. They all embraced into the tightest bear hug they could muster, letting out grunts and other noises. Luke chuckled into Kele’s hair and they all cheered.

“Finally! Some happiness!” Ashton exclaimed and looked at Luke who still had a small smile on his face as the group pulled away.

“How about we get some pizza and watch How I Met Your Mother? Hows does that sound?” Kele says and the group looks at Luke.

“How could I say no?” He smiles back, the boys cheer and make their way out to the hall to order the food.

Kele starts walking out the room so Luke could get dressed but he grabs her arm at the last second and pulls her back to his chest. The room is silent as Luke just studies her face, biting the inside of his cheek where the lip ring used to be.

“What?” Kele whispers, slightly uncomfortable in the silent room.

“I love you,” he whispers once again. Kele furries her eyebrows and nods.

“I love you too, Killer.” She says, confused and still a bit uncomfortable.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, sliding his hands down around her waist and her eyes widen.

“Luke, I-“ She’s cut off.

“This isn’t a rebound type thing, I just want to try something,” he pauses then bites the invisible lip ring again, “where’s the harm in that?” He adds and looks down at her.

She weighs her options in her mind. Is this something that could ruin the friendship? Could this end up being awkward in the long run? Kele went against her better judgement and surprised the both of them.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, her eyes widen as the words left her mouth, Luke’s eyes move to her lips before he shuts them and lets his mind drift into space.

The kiss they shared was something out of the cheesiest romance movie: firework bursting, time-stopping, leg-lifting type cheesy movie. The duo saw stars, the world seemingly spinning around them faster than light speed.

When Luke pulled away, Kele tried to chase after his lips for a moment, causing Luke to chuckle softly as he opened his eyes and smiled down at her. Their hearts practically beating in sync.

Kele smiles up at him, letting out a breath as she pressed her forehead against his chest.

“Wow.” They both breathe out, letting a chuckle slip from both of their lips.

“How do you feel?” Kele asks, raising her head to look into Luke’s eyes, smiles adorning their blushing tomato faces.

“I feel better than ever,” he replies, bright smile never leaving his face.

“I think the boys are waiting for us,” she whispers, detaching herself from his grip. He nods in agreement and let’s go of her, letting his train of thought wander.

@tinymouse13

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