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Gloria Leda Mancini. https://www.instagram.com/imgleda/

Dress from @sondeflor

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“Nope, it’s only right you leave the paintin’ to me. How else would we get this business off the ground?” She was joking, but most of the time, that’s when she was happiest, creating fake scenarios with her best friend. “You’ve gotta have a little muscle to do the hammerin’ right though. Just ‘cause we’re both fieldhands doesn’t mean Daddy actually makes me do the work.” She reminded him. Most days, Clem was just a pretty face, the one that helped sell their produce at their stalls, because she was cute and bubbly. Who could possibly turn down the Abernathy’s tomatoes when she was the one selling them? “Bein’ this pretty ain’t gonna get those nails in any easier.” 

“Your mama just doesn’t want you kissin’ the wrong girls.” She chuckled. “It’s healthy to catch a bit of cooties, every now and then. Long as you aren’t catchin’ real cooties.” She gave him a knowing look, as if to test his expression, wondering if he’d ever kissed anyone, or if that privilege was something she could still dream of. She broke into a fit of laughter as the boy stood. “You do snore! You’re worse than the crickets, keepin’ me up most nights!” She countered, pushing onto her feet. “I’m not picky, you know that. What’ve you got in the fridge?”

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Over the years, Clem had spent far too many hours curled up on the sofa watching Spongebob with Riley, so his quotes never went over her head. It was things like this that always resonated with the girl, making her wonder if there was anyone else in her life she’d truly get the way she seemed to relate to the boy next to her. Not only were they both glued to the TV on a regular occasion, but he could comprehend the work her family did, and the way the Abernathy clan functioned. At this point, he practically was part of the family, with how long they’d been friends. Shaking that though, a small smile curling at the corners of her lips, she peered up at the boy. “I’ll leave that part to you. The good Lord didn’t make me this small with the intention of me swingin’ hammers or fixin’ up the town.” She chuckled. “You lay the boards, and I’ll paint ‘em pink.”

It was impossible to ignore the way his thumb rolled over the skin of her thigh, or the way the simple gesture made her cheeks burn red, and she prayed he wouldn’t notice. “Are you doubtin’ me, Riley Junkins?” She countered, her tone higher than before, feigning insult. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you ‘bout the magic of a kiss?” She doubted anyone had. Riley had never been the kind of boy to go around kissing girls, or taking them home. That was one of the things that diffed most between the two of them. At the idea of them actually shacking up together, Clem couldn’t help but laugh, that short pause giving her the time she needed to conjure up a response. Of course, she’d thought about what it might be like, to admit how she felt. But, the risk was just too high. “I don’t know if I could put up with a lifetime of hearin’ you snore on the other side of my bed.” She teased, a wide grin lighting up her face. But, truth be told? She knew she could tolerate that subtle snooze in the middle of the night, if it meant staying close to his side like this forever. 

riley chuckled lightly. “ that’s not fair. i wanted to paint the boards pink.” he joked. at this point in his life, he felt like the abernathy family and the junkins family had combined through clem and himself. since they were closer than anything in the world, his family was always inviting her family over and vice versa. it also had something to do with the fact that they were in the same line of business and had been for a while. “you can always do the hammerin’. we’ll get you on of them tiny hammers that you can actually hold.” 

he thought hard for a second, an odd facial expression covering his face. “nah, no ones told me about his.” his face changed a little for him to scrunch his nose. “but my mama did say not to go around kissing girls because they all got the cooties.” he stopped believing that when he was older, but the thought lingered around. maybe she told him that because she knew he’d be the person gentlemen and could steal some hearts. riley hadn’t stole any hearts that he knew of, but he’d probably apologize though. stealing was against his beliefs in the bible. “oh, shut up!” he stated as he pushed her playfully off of him as he stood up. “i don’t snore.” he laughed as he stretched out a bit. “whatcha want to eat, clemmy?”

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Over the years, Clem had spent far too many hours curled up on the sofa watching Spongebob with Riley, so his quotes never went over her head. It was things like this that always resonated with the girl, making her wonder if there was anyone else in her life she’d truly get the way she seemed to relate to the boy next to her. Not only were they both glued to the TV on a regular occasion, but he could comprehend the work her family did, and the way the Abernathy clan functioned. At this point, he practically was part of the family, with how long they’d been friends. Shaking that though, a small smile curling at the corners of her lips, she peered up at the boy. “I’ll leave that part to you. The good Lord didn’t make me this small with the intention of me swingin’ hammers or fixin’ up the town.” She chuckled. “You lay the boards, and I’ll paint ‘em pink.”

It was impossible to ignore the way his thumb rolled over the skin of her thigh, or the way the simple gesture made her cheeks burn red, and she prayed he wouldn’t notice. “Are you doubtin’ me, Riley Junkins?” She countered, her tone higher than before, feigning insult. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you ‘bout the magic of a kiss?” She doubted anyone had. Riley had never been the kind of boy to go around kissing girls, or taking them home. That was one of the things that diffed most between the two of them. At the idea of them actually shacking up together, Clem couldn’t help but laugh, that short pause giving her the time she needed to conjure up a response. Of course, she’d thought about what it might be like, to admit how she felt. But, the risk was just too high. “I don’t know if I could put up with a lifetime of hearin’ you snore on the other side of my bed.” She teased, a wide grin lighting up her face. But, truth be told? She knew she could tolerate that subtle snooze in the middle of the night, if it meant staying close to his side like this forever. 

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“I think there’s better ways to fix up the town rather than lettin’ me unleash a grill on Bluebell.” She was laughing now, bringing one hand up to cover her mouth. She’d never been a shy girl, but Riley always brought out parts of her that nobody else got to see. She was somebody softer around him, whether he realized it or not. “Don’t you think it’d be better to paint the town, or somethin’?” She questioned, batting her lashes a little. Clem was always thinking with her paintbrush, that was no secret. “Just imagine it. Rammer Jammer could use a fresh coat’a paint, don’t you think? And don’t even get me started on the church.” 

“You act like I could actually hurt you.” She chuckled, mindlessly leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder. “There, all better.” She pointed out. “Now you’ve got no excuse.” Though, Clem never thought for a moment that Riley would actually avoid her. The two were near inseparable by this point. “Gran hasn’t mentioned that prayer room to me once. Least she can do is tell me why she’s plannin’ on shackin’ us up together.”

riley made a thinking face. “nah — just burn the place down and start over.” he chuckled. all the years he missed out on school were replaced with movie and tv show quotes. so at her mention of painting the town, he was quick. “as the wise have said before us ‘lets paint the town polka dot.’” he laughed gently at his spongebob quote. “but for real, there’s tons that need painting, but you got to think about the remodeling too. paint just makes it look prettier. we need to fix some things.” 

the male had let his hand rest on the couch beside the girls leg, which led him to unconsciously rubbing his finger gently across her skin. it was a bad habit, whenever his hand got still, he would rub anything. it could be a wall of spikes, and he would still rub it. “i’m still holding it to you.” he pouted at her kiss. honestly, riley wouldn’t be surprised if his grandmother was really trying to shack them up. he knew his dad always poked at him that she was the one. but, it always led to a slight disagreement. no matter how much riley wouldn’t admit it, he had always had a crush on clem. maybe it was because he knew her so well and vice versa. or maybe because his dad was right. “it’s usually right before she takes her medicine in the morning. mama says she’s losin’ her marbles faster than the doctor can find ‘em.” he looked over at her. “what? you got a problem with her shackin’ us up?” he poked fun.

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“I think there’s better ways to fix up the town rather than lettin’ me unleash a grill on Bluebell.” She was laughing now, bringing one hand up to cover her mouth. She’d never been a shy girl, but Riley always brought out parts of her that nobody else got to see. She was somebody softer around him, whether he realized it or not. “Don’t you think it’d be better to paint the town, or somethin’?” She questioned, batting her lashes a little. Clem was always thinking with her paintbrush, that was no secret. “Just imagine it. Rammer Jammer could use a fresh coat’a paint, don’t you think? And don’t even get me started on the church.” 

“You act like I could actually hurt you.” She chuckled, mindlessly leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder. “There, all better.” She pointed out. “Now you’ve got no excuse.” Though, Clem never thought for a moment that Riley would actually avoid her. The two were near inseparable by this point. “Gran hasn’t mentioned that prayer room to me once. Least she can do is tell me why she’s plannin’ on shackin’ us up together.”

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“Trust me, the last thing this town needs is the great grillin’ accident of 2020.” She chuckled, accepting his open arm as an invitation, scooting closer to him on the sofa as though the side of his body was meant entirely for her. Clem would never admit it, but she’d had a soft spot for the boy for ages. But, these gestures were easier than confessing something like that, certain that she was only setting herself up for heartbreak if she ever braved the idea of something more than curling into his side and watching their regular programming. 

“I’d rather you lose an ear than me. I wear earrings, y’know.” She chuckled, well aware that her joke wasn’t a very good one. “Yeah, but Daddy would trust you with the smoker, even if he wouldn’t let me use it. Which means he wouldn’t be hoverin’ around the whole time.” She pointed out. Her voice was soft, eyes fixed on the TV across the room. “Oh, she did not!” She squealed, perking up a little to playfully smack his shoulder. “Gran’s losin’ her mind.” She defended, though it was no secret that their families had always been a little too invested in their friendship, and what might come of it. 

“it’d at least cause for some fixin’ up around here.” he pointed out. bluebell was nice and upkept, but there was always something to be fixing in riley’s eyes. his eyes cut down to look at the other. he had always been happy that him and clem were close. she was his best friend and he couldn’t imagine a day without her. and oddly, it felt good to have her close to him. he had always been protective of everyone he loved and cherished, but more so for her.

riley rolled his eyes playfully as he took the smack to the arm. “you know, i don’t think i’ll come over. i’ll just stay home and not eat any smoked food since you smackin’ me over gran.” he laughed. it was all a joke. anytime he had the opportunity to go over to the abernathy house, he was there. “i just think she’s trying to get rid of me. she has been talking a lot about making her a prayer room.”

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“Trust me, the last thing this town needs is the great grillin’ accident of 2020.” She chuckled, accepting his open arm as an invitation, scooting closer to him on the sofa as though the side of his body was meant entirely for her. Clem would never admit it, but she’d had a soft spot for the boy for ages. But, these gestures were easier than confessing something like that, certain that she was only setting herself up for heartbreak if she ever braved the idea of something more than curling into his side and watching their regular programming. 

“I’d rather you lose an ear than me. I wear earrings, y’know.” She chuckled, well aware that her joke wasn’t a very good one. “Yeah, but Daddy would trust you with the smoker, even if he wouldn’t let me use it. Which means he wouldn’t be hoverin’ around the whole time.” She pointed out. Her voice was soft, eyes fixed on the TV across the room. “Oh, she did not!” She squealed, perking up a little to playfully smack his shoulder. “Gran’s losin’ her mind.” She defended, though it was no secret that their families had always been a little too invested in their friendship, and what might come of it. 

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“We both know I can’t grill to save my life. I really don’t know how many ours fits.” Clem wasn’t much for cooking, and even less for turning on the gas grill or braving the hot coals. Now, she could make fruit salads all day long, but the girl was far too accident-prone to be taking any chances. 

“Yeah, that’s probably Daddy’s doin’.” She chuckled. “He’s been goin’ on about that damn smoker to anyone that’ll listen to him. Although, I’d rather him bother your Daddy about it, than talk my ear off about it anymore.” She’d leaned in to Riley a little, finding that the couch was always a little cozier the nearer she was to him. “Y’know, if Daddy does get a smoker, that’ll give you an excuse to spend more time at the house.”

“we really don’t need you trying to grill. i prefer houses to stay standing, and recovery efforts to not have to happen. plus i believe you only go to the hospitals when you absolutely have to or someone is dying.” he teased at her lightly. riley wasn’t much of a cook, either. but one thing his daddy believed was that all boys and men should know how to use a grill and grill food. even if it meant he made riley stand over a little charcoal grill cooking tens of hot dogs until he thought they were perfect.

“you ought to tell him that he needs to stop.” riley shook his head, still chuckling. “because if he ain’t talking your ear off, he tells my daddy, and then i get my ear talked off. i didn’t know nothing about a smoker until now. now, i can tell you how to do anything on it and fix it.” riley opened up his opposite arm to the one propped on the couch to welcome her into his side. “you say that like i ain’t already over there all the time as it is. the other day when i walked in, gran greeted me at the door and asked how many nights i would like to stay and if i wanted two twin beds or a single full bed in the room.”

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“We both know I can’t grill to save my life. I really don’t know how many ours fits.” Clem wasn’t much for cooking, and even less for turning on the gas grill or braving the hot coals. Now, she could make fruit salads all day long, but the girl was far too accident-prone to be taking any chances. 

“Yeah, that’s probably Daddy’s doin’.” She chuckled. “He’s been goin’ on about that damn smoker to anyone that’ll listen to him. Although, I’d rather him bother your Daddy about it, than talk my ear off about it anymore.” She’d leaned in to Riley a little, finding that the couch was always a little cozier the nearer she was to him. “Y’know, if Daddy does get a smoker, that’ll give you an excuse to spend more time at the house.”

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Some of Clem’s best days were spent on the couch next to Riley, oogling over things neither of them could afford. It wasn’t to say that the girl struggled financially – her family did pretty well, and she was sitting on a decent inheritance from her grandfather, though that was something she was saving for when she was married and moved out of her daddy’s house. But, in Bluebell, you didn’t need a lot of fancy things to stand out. She’d always gotten enough attention, just being herself. 

“It’s all about the way things look.” She assured him. “Think about it. A normal grill’s gon’ run about two hundred bucks, ain’t it? Well, add a little more for every extra doo-hickey the one on the show’s got, and you might end up in the right ballpark.” She was probably just blowing smoke, but Clem was fairly good at these guessing games. “Grills are good and all, but Daddy’s been talkin’ about buyin’ a smoker. How fancy is that?”

riley shrugged lightly. for as long as could remember, his family had the same old grill. sure, it may be a little rusty, but it grilled just fine. he couldn’t even tell you were they got it. all he knew about it was that if you take care of things, they can last a long time. “well, unless you get one of them itty bitty grills that only holds like one or two patties at a time, then yeah.” he pointed out. riley laughed softly at her comments on the smoker. his dad rarely bought anything for himself. his family always came first. but as they got older and started holding their own hands, he became a little more selfish. daddy junkins had recently been talking about smokers, even taking three hours to explain all it’s knicks and twists to his middle child. it was all starting to come together. “so your daddy is the one giving mine all these ideas.” he laughed. “daddy’s been talking about a smoker and everything. not about buying one, but about how awesome they sound. especially since he wouldn’t have to dig a hole in the ground to smoke something anymore if he had one.”

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i’m slowly working on getting intros up for my new kids, so bear with me! but this lil jellybean is clem, and i cannot wait for you guys to plot with her! 

clementine “clem” cordelia abernathy, but she’ll also answer to “bunny”

the youngest of four children (three older brothers)

her family runs one of the biggest produce farms in bluebell, they made their living by selling the local grocers and restaurants, as well as setting up shop at the farmer’s market each week.

being the youngest and the only girl means that clem has always been spoiled in comparison to her siblings. she’s daddy’s little girl, even if she rarely sees her parents, due to how much work the family does. 

clem has never been in love, but most of the boys in town know that the girl isn’t too difficult to convince into coming home with them. she often substitutes the feeling of affection with sex, and has a tendency of confusing them, believing that she isn’t smart or good enough to catch anybody’s eye for any other reason.

she wants to be an artist. as much as she loves her family, clem has always dreamed of a life where she didn’t have to work under the sun or collect small bills in exchange for potatoes. she usually sticks to paints or pastel art, but on occasion, you might see her sketching something in one of her notebooks. on the days when she’s not working for her family, she sets up at the local flea market to sell her art. 

additionally, clem is not very smart. she barely made it through school, and she’s thrilled to avoid the idea of college. she’s hoping one day she’ll find a boy that’ll “take care of her” the way her daddy always talks about. though, it’s not like she’s had her eyes on more than one boy for the past decade, anyways.

wanted connections: 

female best friend 

older brothers 

male hookups 

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Some of Clem’s best days were spent on the couch next to Riley, oogling over things neither of them could afford. It wasn’t to say that the girl struggled financially -- her family did pretty well, and she was sitting on a decent inheritance from her grandfather, though that was something she was saving for when she was married and moved out of her daddy’s house. But, in Bluebell, you didn’t need a lot of fancy things to stand out. She’d always gotten enough attention, just being herself. 

“It’s all about the way things look.” She assured him. “Think about it. A normal grill’s gon’ run about two hundred bucks, ain’t it? Well, add a little more for every extra doo-hickey the one on the show’s got, and you might end up in the right ballpark.” She was probably just blowing smoke, but Clem was fairly good at these guessing games. “Grills are good and all, but Daddy’s been talkin’ about buyin’ a smoker. How fancy is that?”

CLOSED STARTER: CLEM 001.

riley sat leaned up against the back of the couch, propped up on it’s back. it wasn’t the clearest day outside. it had been raining off and on, leaving him able to only do so much. that led to the usual, calling clem to come over and watching some random day time game show. today’s game show: the price is right. the male had never been good at it. some of the things he had never heard of, how was he supposed to get the price. “this show is impossible.” he huffed lightly. “how am i supposed to guess the price on things i’ve never even seen?” his hand went to point at the item that had appeared on tv. “have you ever seen a grill that fancy? because i haven’t.”

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“I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.”

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Rachel Wolchin

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I want 0 responsibilities and a lot of lingerie

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