#clementine: 001

[hvrtbroken]

starter for @iinterstellars !! 𝘧𝘵 . 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 & 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩

the lights are too bright . for a long moment , it's all baz can focus on . he blinks , opens his mouth to ask if they can dim them - but the director , anthony , yells out : " set ! " immediately, the woman who was dabbing baz's face with powder disappears . as soon as all the commotion came about , it leaves . when baz looks up , he feels everything begin to move slowly , like he's underwater , or staring up at the sky , watching the stars pass . savannah is right there . he moves closer . partly because he knows his mark is there , but partly because it's hard not to be magnetised by her . SHE'S RIGHT HERE . this is the part where baz would usually make an easy joke , lighten the air . but he never can quite figure himself out around her . instead , anthony yells out " ACTION ! " and baz's eyes soften .

it's just them in the room . it's just them . no , not even them . two very different people . baz reaches a hand up , slowly , slowly , to reach for her cheek . he can feel a speck of dust float between them in the air , through the single shot of light laid between them . " they're going to take this memory too , roselyn . " it's not baz's usual british intonation . he's well versed in the soft , eager american rounded syllables that his character uses . his hand almost reaches her cheek . almost . her skin looks so soft . baz knows he's meant to touch it , properly , but for some reason he can't bring himself to . he swallows , and lets his hand fall . anthony doesn't yell cut , so he's assuming the creative direction is fine . " how do you want to remember me ? "

[rcvelry]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  :   closed  starter  ,  @whodnnit 𝐰𝐡𝐨  :   shiloh  &  clementine 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  :   the  grand  pavilion  ,  around  10pm

❝  this  kinda  thing  reminds  me  of  clue ,  ❞  shiloh  began ,  nodding  sagely  —  or ,  as  sagely  as  someone  who  had  no  idea  what  they  were  talking  about  could .  ❝  i  could  be  colonel  mustard  in  the  ballroom  with  the  lead  pipe  and  none  of  these  people  would  know !  ❞  grinning  at  his  perceived  cleverness ,  shiloh  offered  a  nonchalant  shrug  in  clementine's  direction .  ❝  or  it  could be  like  something  out  of  an  agatha  christine  book  —  or  one  of  yours ,  obviously .  detective  st.  james ,  on  the  case .  ❞

[freshthoughts2020]

[lexiselliot]

closed starter for @clementinebeaumont location: cobblestone cafe

"Hey!" Lexi said to her sister-in-law as she entered the cafe. Since they were both married to an Elliot sibling, she was excited to know all the family more than she already did and Clementine was one of the people she wanted to know better. So, she figured coffee and some treats would be perfect. "You look amazing. Summer sun is working great for you." She said and gave her a hug before sitting down. "How have you been?"

[willowswriting]

Continued from here for @missmiscry

"Well I mean at the very least wine and dine me Miss Danford." Bruno chuckled with a friendly smile plastered on his face. "I'm beginning to feel like a cheep date here." Bruno tisked lightheartedly.

[ashvvilliams]

there  was  always  a  certain  thrill  to  talk  to  clem.  maybe  it  was  because  ash  was  actually  allowing  themself  to  want  something  for  once.  sometimes  ash  couldn't  tell  if  clem  wanted  them  as  well  ,  or  if  it  was  only  a  way  to  release  some  frustration.  maybe  it  wouldn't  lead  anywhere  ,  but  they  could  have  fun  while  it  lasted  ,  right  ?  "i  can  pencil  you  in  for  tuesday  at  two  am  ,"  ash  replied  smoothly.  "reason  for  meeting:  horny."  maybe  they  weren't  as  blatant  as  clem  was  ,  but  they  sure  could  try. "thank  you  ,"  ash  replied  ,  not  really  knowing  what  else  could  be  said  about  the  situation.  grace  was  there  for  however  long  and  ash  just  had  to  keep  their  head  down  until  she  was  gone  again.  "i  think  some  of  my  friends  have  things  planned  for  her  ,  even  though  i  asked  them  not  to  do  anything."  they  shook  their  head  in  amusement  and  ,  honestly  ,  fondness  as  they  once  again  were  stunned  by  the  care  their  friends  held  for  them.  "besides  ,  if  shit  goes  down  and  you  get  locked  up  ,  who  will  be  meeting  me  on  the  fire  escape  ?" ash  scoffed  ,  happy  to  move  on  from  the  subject  of  their  sister  ,  and  jumped  on  the  chance  to  talk  of  their  hypothetical  honeymoon.  "which  is  why  i'd  find  a  way  to  sneak  in  to  the  ceremony  before  you  say  i  do  ,"  they  replied  ,  as  if  it  was  obvious.  "we  deserve  a  nice  life  in  the  tropics.  and  you'd  look  really  good  in  a  bikini."  ash  laid  in to  it  on  the  last  sentence  ,  wagging  their  eyebrows  for  added  effect.

Grinning widely, Clem can do little else but shrug her shoulders at Ash’s deduction. “Maybe,” she smirks. “It’s cute.” She holds out a finger toward Ash, making sure they see the seriousness of her expression. “I’m holding you to that,” she warns them, though there’s obvious jest in her tone. No way is she going to force someone into a good time. “Maybe I’ll text you first, though. Wouldn’t want to interrupt anything important just ‘cause I’m horny,” she winks.

At Ash’s mention of Blue Harbor’s inexplicable draw for the British, she can’t help but let out a small snort. “Yeah, no shit,” she shakes her head, still in a little disbelief that someone from Ash’s past could find them here, of all places, and not even for the purpose of finding them. Blue Harbor should be studied, actually. The paranormal activity here must be off the fucking charts. “Sorry about your rough couple of days,” she adds, because she is. She’s not so heartless that she thinks someone like Ash, of all people, deserves to be going through some bullshit. She can’t imagine what she’d feel, if someone like her fucking dad showed up out of the blue in this town. Probably would throw herself into the river, actually. “Sure you don’t need me to fight them for you?”

Rolling her eyes at Ash’s dramatics, she sighs loudly, shaking her head. “I just know you’d object and ruin the whole thing,” she matches Ash’s energy with a smirk. “But you know I’d run out of the chapel with you. We could start a life together. In — hm,” she frowns, suddenly drawing a blank for places she’d like to live in. “I don’t know. Fuckin’ — somewhere tropical, maybe.”

[trulybetty]

{ the pitt } may | x31 prompts

jack x mari: They were the kind of love that survived deployments, hospital night shifts, and a thousand tiny fractures—until it didn’t. Now divorced but still tangled in each other’s lives at Pittsburgh Trauma, Dr. Jack Abbot and pharmacist Mari Abbot fight like exes, flirt like lovers, and keep finding their way back to each other when it matters most.

robby x clementine: He was her almost, her could’ve been—until a hospital in Pittsburgh made them colleagues again. Years after residency, Clementine Davis and Michael “Robby” Robinavitch are thrown back into each other’s orbit, all shared history and sharp banter under flickering fluorescents. But what starts as unfinished business becomes something quieter, deeper, harder to walk away from. And this time, the timing might finally be right.

⁂ A/N: currently dealing with a creative slump, so doing what I do and throwing myself into a prompt list with some daily writing (though a lot of this exists in drafts I'm repurposing, so kinda cheating) and thought I'd do this while I figure out some ideas for some other projects 🖤

⤷ AO3 masterlist

001. strawberries | robby x ofc!clementine 002. adventure | jack x ofc!mari 003. golden hour | jack x ofc!mari 004. lake house | robby x ofc!clementine 005. picnic | robby x ofc!clementine 006. mayflower 007. nostalgia 008. homecoming 009. juice box 010. farmer’s market 011. morning light 012. birdsong 013. drive-in theater 014. island 015. photographs 016. riptide 017. coffee-to-go 018. tree house 019. instrument 020. cerulean 021. porch 022. animal shelter 023. lemonade 024. potted plant 025. spirit 026. milkshake 027. orchids 028. field 029. petrichor 030. sketching 031. memory lane

{ x. prompt list }

[someotherdog]

🎰 hehehe me too

send 🎰 for five random pairings:

001. jamila & jeannie — either they're bitchy best friends or they're constantly fighting lol. i guess jeannie would be pursuing college after her failed figure skating career? maybe her dad made it a condition for her to go to school if she was going to live in his house. they're a senior or already working on their phd and jeannie would be starting out as a freshman so i'm thinking maybe there's a local legend at their college kinda like mothman and jeannie is dared to go into the woods thinking she'll be totally safe? and then she's attacked and mila, folklore extraordinaire, interviews her about it or WAIT FORGET ALL THAT BC I JUST REMEMBERED THE MOVIE URBAN LEGEND!! jeannie is alicia witt and mila is j*red l*to omg 002. joey & mokhtar — okay my mind immediately goes to southbound ofc. i'm going to assume mokhtar got stuck in boot hill by accident? he was just driving back to la or vegas or somewhere when he got onto the southbound highway after getting gas and then getting lost on how to get back onto the real highway. so he's just hanging around boot hill with no idea what to do with himself, so he's constantly going to the turquoise star for a cup of coffee and some hash browns! if margie isn't his waitress, then it's joey, and maybe he writes her a lil poem on a napkin one day and she treasures it even if she's not romantically interested in him bc it's just nice for someone to notice her when she's spent most of her adult life taking care of her siblings/sister's kids. #shamelessvibes 003. selena & barbie — hmm so they're already in necropolis together? so in that verse, i'd say they're probably friendly but not besties by any means. i think they hang together in crowds whenever they're something going down in the casino OR barbie tries to talk shit abt azucena bc she hates rich people to selena and at first selena is like haha yeah she sucks but then she's like well she's technically my sister so don't talk abt her like that?? but for something normal verse, maybe selena got into some sort of lobos/cucuys drama out in vegas, fell in love with a gangster or mc member (bill perhaps? 👀) and moved out to encantadora, needed a roommate and found barbie! so they're friendly roommates who go out to the bar together sometimes but barbie's very guarded bc of her parents and also she's constantly dealing with dan's shit lol so they're not as close as they could be 004. leticia & gael — she's desperate for love and he's a hot-and-cold player douchebag lmfao. i can see him getting involved with leticia without knowing anything about her past and he's so used to schmoozing with people in the casino that he's probably not too concerned about what happened to her, so she likes that he doesn't make a big fuss about it. he would def give her lots of love and compliments so she can overlook him texting other girls behind his back i think. sorry girl lol. i believe they met at the gym tbh! 005. clementine & jesse/frank — alright so i'm cheating on this one but! i have a reason for this, bc the first muse that came up on my side, jesse, i can't see him in any sort of normal verse where he'd run into clementine as they're on opposite coasts and live in totally different worlds. however!! i absolutely see it in an apocalyptic scenario, where it's after the compound falls and it's just jesse left, and clementine stumbles along and she's been robbed by raiders or something and/or hurt pretty bad and she needs a place to stay. then he'd be incredibly gruff and grumpy while she's a bartender/hairdresser that can talk to anybody, so i'm imagining some comedy here. bc i could only see them interacting in an apocalyptic scenario, i did another just for some normal verse fun, and i got frank which is perfect bc she's on the run!! and he's a private investigator!!! so obvs he's on her trail and it either leads to boot hill (which gets him stuck there and either rick is already the sheriff there or that's what makes rick move to boot hill) or some other shanty town where clem easily outsmarts him but he's hot on her heels.

[seolinah]

Her anger sat with her like a grey cloud. She stared hard until her eyes began to waver. "It's not just shit you can just know and stow away like it doesn't exist." Sawyer shared just enough to hint her life was in shambles when they first met and started seeing each other. It was only enough to excuse the outbursts and the moments of secrecy and darkness that overwhelmed her, but it had always been on her terms. It wasn't at all fair, but she also hadn't expected Clementine to stick around for as long as she had so far. A frown curls over her lips. "What if I tell you and you decide you're out? What if I tell you and you decide to leave?"

" i know you've been through a lot of shit. i'm not stupid " she took a step towards her, trying to get closer and figure everything out together, just like they always had up until now. " but it's not my place to push and know about it if you don't tell me, they're called boundaries for a reason, sawyer. you can't blame me for respecting you too much "

[ashwritesfanfic]

Sal Fisher X reader!user

(Sal 001)

Background:

You and sally have been dating since you were both in high school and he had proposed to you after you both graduated and you got married a year later. and now four years later you two had a baby and named her Clematine but call her Lettie for short. You taught her to attack on command. (Sally stopped cussing btw)

Now:

You were washing the dishes after making dinner as Sally sat on the couch with his prosthetic off, on the coffee table as he played with little Clementine. She was hitting and kicking Sal because she heard him say attack mistakenly and he was trying the get her to stop.

"Clementine I'm not playing with you little girl. Just because your mommy put that it means to hit when you hear attack doesn't mean you do it to me!"

She continues as he chuckles lightly

"Hey...Hey no stop it Lettie, focus on the word attack"

There was a slight pause and Sal thought he did it but not even a moment later Clemintine attacks once again.

"Hey what the fu- frick dude! Aright I'm going to say it one more time... Attack"

She kicks him in the face as she coos, and Sal looks over at you

"Look at what you've done to our child [reader], she beats me up ever time I say attack."

Clementine kicks him again

"See! [reader] come get your goddang baby, she's a criminal but ill never mess with her again"

He says in mock surrender.

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THE END!!!!

Hope you enjoyed it!!!!

[luckmagnets]

𝙒𝙃𝙊  :  closed  for  @orphvc  . 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏  :  event  001  —  in  celebration.

tires  squeal  a  little  as  tate  slides  into  the  parking  spot.  it's  a  perfect,  almost  too  perfect  squeeze,  the  blue  drop  top  glistening  between  two  beat-up  cars.  he  can  practically  feel  the  other  car  slowing  down  behind  him—  they  were  in  a  race  to  the  lot  whether  the  other  driver  knew  it  or  not  —bright  grin  on  his  face  as  he  slings  his  door  open  with  all  the  confidence  of  someone  who  knows  they've  just  won  a  small,  petty  battle.  "better  luck  next  time,"  he  calls  out,  though  the  teasing  is  affectionate  as  he  recognizes  clementine's  ride,  smile  still  stupidly  plastered  across  his  face.  tate  leans  against  his  car,  arms  crossed  as  he  waits  for  her  to  drop  her  car  off  elsewhere.

[lwrisejns]

"I don't know why you want me to stop, but the label will kill me if I make you combust on the first night of tour, so I guess you're off the hook for now." Coco playfully bumps shoulders with Clementine before sliding into her booth, humming as she mulled over her question and pored over the menu at the same time. "Kind of, yeah? I still have my moments where I sit back and can't believe this is really my life, but it's not constant like when we first started. I don't know, it's just so go, go, go, that one day it felt normal to wake up at 5 am for a radio interview, then go to a photoshoot, then head back to the studio for a meeting...but then part of me can still remember regular life, and recognize how weird that is to say." She catches herself rambling and laughs. "That did not answer your question at all, huh?"

THERE'S A LIGHT BLUSH CREEPING ONTO clem's cheeks at coco's compliment. as if this didn't already feel unreal enough. one of us. it's enough to make clem want to cry. « okay, you have to stop or i'll actually combust, » she teases, but gives coco's arm an appreciative squeeze. she scoots into booth, giving the host a smile before turning back to coco. « did it take long getting used to ? i mean, becoming household names and all. »

[hellonexrth]

"I completely understand. I've been trying my best to avoid running into people as well," she said, uncertain why she was sharing with this person she didn't know very well. Maybe it was because she'd shared first, created a soft of safe space feeling that made Diana want to open up just a crack. "I don't really know anyone here either, to be honest. At least, I try not to," she said with a bit of a laugh, though it wasn't really a joke.

The Collective. How they'd been a pain in her ass since the moment they arrived in town. She already had one hunter on her heels, she really didn't need to deal with the whole lot of them. "Ah, yes, well, the humans always think they can overpower us, don't they? They always think the world would be better without us in it. But if you ask me, I think they're just jealous of our power." At the woman's next words, she glanced down at her arm and the few specs of blood dotting it. "Oh, thank you," she said, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing the dried blood of her arm. "Usually I'm much more careful."

there had been no death near diana, so the banshee decided that if the other didn't see her as a threat, than there was no reason to stay tense. watching the vampire smile, allowed clementine's shoulders to relax before stuffing her headphones in a tote bag. she wasn't here to judge anyone, honestly never had been but even more so after being used by inadu. placing a hair behind her ear, she smiled at the other and nodded. "that's exactly why i do this, no one is around for me to run into. not that i really know anyone here anymore..." everyone she had known, either left or was hiding out waiting for the collective to be brought down. the banshee saw no reason in that, not wanting to leave her home, knowing that all supernatural beings weren't bad and deserved to live here just like anyone else.

with a quirked eyebrow, clementine smirked at the vampire. "this place was built on the idea of being home for all things that go bump in the night. not sure how the collective hasn't realized that yet, but they aren't exactly the smartest bunch." she knew it wasn't smart to talk about them like this in public, but she also didn't care. they'd taken everything from her. "are you uhh okay? you got a little blood on your arm."

[trulybetty]

may | 001 x strawberries

pairing: robby x ofc!clementine word count: 561 warnings: none estimated reading time: 2 minutes timeline: after clementine's return ao3: linked

↳ prompts masterlist.

The sun was high, the heat not hot enough to send them indoors, but warm enough to settle into their skin—thick and drowsy. The farmers market had been busy, but they’d had no agenda. The drive out of Pittsburgh the day before had put enough distance between them and the hospital that the tension and anxiety of being suddenly pulled back had long been left behind two cities over.

They hadn’t said much on the walk back to the tiny cottage they’d rented, Robby’s hand hovering at her lower back more than it landed there. Clementine's gaze had briefly swept over him, hidden behind her sunglasses, as if he wouldn't realize it.

Robby had noticed.

They’d picked up the strawberries at one of the last stalls—the canvas tote he’d insisted on carrying containing more food than they’d be able to get through that weekend—but Clementine had insisted on something sweet. She’d wanted peaches, but then he’d noticed the plump strawberries in their little green baskets. He’d asked if she remembered the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival in Louisiana, and one they’d attended their final summer as residents at Big Charity. She’d spun around with a wide smile, full of quiet awe that he’d remembered—that smile alone had him paying for two baskets.

Now, they sat on the porch steps of the rented cottage, sweating bottles at their feet, soaking in the heat as they plucked strawberries from the basket between them.

“You’re staring,” Clementine murmured as she tilted her head back, taking in the view of the cloudless sky.

“No,” Robby said as he plucked a strawberry of his own, held it between two fingers, feigning study of the fruit, “I’m appreciating.”

He looked up and held eye contact, and without breaking, he bit into the fruit.

Red juice ran down his wrist.

Clementine watched it trace the line of his forearm, threatening to stain the cotton of his sleeve, but then—before it could reach it—she watched his tongue swipe the blossoming red trail with his tongue, slow and unbothered.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively.

Heat buzzed between them, not the threat of summer heat pushing out spring, but something else all together—somethng that had been simmering since the day they first met all those years ago.

“You’re making a mess,” she said.

“That’s the whole point,” Robby replied, the glint in his eyes unmistakable as he sucked the juice off of his thumb.

Clementine’s breath hitched.

He reached down, plucking another strawberry from the carton and held it to her lips.

She arched an eyebrow, but parted her lips.

Bit down.

This time, juice ran down her chin, now her throat.

He didn’t even hesitate—he leant in, stopping it with his mouth at the hollow of her throat. Her breath caught, and the sound that escaped her was caught between a laugh and something else entirely.

The sun beat down. The air was too still, and Clementine could hear a bee buzzing lazily nearby.

“You’re something else, you know that?” she said, breathless.

Robby placed a kiss to the underside of her jaw, and she could feel the grin against her skin, “Something else entirely,” he corrected, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her where his lips had just been.

She grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer. He let her. Let her press sticky fingers to the back of his neck, let her tilt her head to catch his mouth again.

When they broke apart, she was flushed.

So was he.

[saulweissberg]

saul had not initially recognized the party-goer, but from her surly attitude and mass of hair, he realized he had seen her pixie-like face before. one of leon’s bartenders—not the sweet blonde one, the other one. though, from leon’s account, the blonde was anything but sweet to him for reasons unknown. well, the bartender in front of him wasn’t sweet, either. perhaps leon just liked to hire brats for bar staff. an uncharitable thought, but he couldn’t find a lot of forgiveness in himself after just learning that his ex-wife and his kinda-sorta boyfriend had quite an extensive past together that leon had not informed him of.

“hm, yeah, no one was claiming to change lives here today, but i hardly think donating to an lgbtq organization is something to minimize.” saul couldn’t think of a better charity to support in blue harbor, anyway. he had only two weeks to put the luncheon together after phoebe backed out of her birthday dinner party, and he had been generously donating to bright sparks for years. while he was sure the chambers museum and the bailey diaspora institute could have used the money, there was a potential conflict of interest with his personal relationships with many members of the bailey and chambers families.

“that would be me.” and he did a damn fine job of it, if he said so himself. his gaze, vaguely disinterested, followed the cater-waiter as they wandered through the crowd, then cut hard to leon’s bartender when she insinuated he was old enough to be at the stonewall riots. a full two years before he was even born. “yes, i threw the first brick, actually. i look great for a man in my eighties.” what, did she want a list of every man he’d ever fucked in the last thirty-something years to prove he was worthy of caring about the queer community? of course, he wouldn’t remember the names of half of them. ecstasy and poppers were a lethal combination when it came to memory. “how much are you going to donate in order to really change some lives today?”

Clem’s a little peeved she’s here at all. Realistically, this kind of shit should be right up her alley — free food and raising money for the center she’d been forced to volunteer at so often during her delinquent youth? May has well have tied a bow around it for her. But the truth is, this all feels a little performative to her. If anyone really wants to make a difference in the LGBTQ community, they should donate to her fucking Venmo. Also, she feels like she does enough for her community on a daily basis — she exists, and she looks like this. They’re fucking welcome.

Still, here she is, in one of the two dresses that passes for presentable in her wardrobe, itching to eat the food, say hi to some of the people from the center, then go the fuck home. She’s in the middle of downing her third champagne glass when a tall older man approaches her, asking her if she’s having a good time. She refrains from making a face — it’s a habit, whenever any man approaches her, really — and looks up at him with a tight, almost sarcastic smile. “Yeah, fantastic,” she chirps exaggeratedly. “I feel like I’m really changing some lives here today.”

Another platter filled with champagne passes by them, and Clem’s quick to grab a fourth, leaving the third on the plate as the waiter makes his way around the room again. She looks up at the man and narrows her eyes in slight recognition. “Hey, you’re the guy that put all this together, aren’t you?” She remembers, vaguely, trying to pay attention to his opening remarks when introducing some of the speakers. Thought the half-dead fly on the ceiling was more interesting. “Were you at, like, the Stonewall riots or something?”

[somuchforsummerlxve]

"You don't have to thank me, I want in the mood for something sugary and horrible for our A1C." The point of her fork pointed to the ceiling as she decided which piece of fruit she wished to skewer as she listened to Clementine's wild tale. There seemed no bound to the insanity that came with the blinding shine of fame. Clementine thrived in the glow; Lennon was happy to bask in the neon overcast. "Does his name rhyme with Myan Meynolds?" She questioned with a lifted brow.

"Or was it he should not be named?"

Stabbing her fork into her favorite cherry pie, Clementine stuffed the fruity concoction into her mouth. The sweetness of the cherries spilled onto her tongue and she released a low moan in happiness. A little wiggle accompanied her excitement. This was her favorite type of late nights. The ones where she was half drunk at her favorite diner with her bestie. "Yum yum." she sing- sunged after swallowing and licking her lips clean. "Thank you for suggesting this, Len. I would've probably stumbled home and eaten cold rice." Which really wasn't an exaggeration because that was all she had in her refrigeration. Picking up her coffee, she took a quick sip before returning her attention to the disheveled dessert on her plate.

"So..." she begin pretending to focus solely on the task of demolishing the pie. "Guess who I ran into last night at the Deadpool after party?"

@somuchforsummerlxve