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Assigned To You

Nerd! Loser! Ellie Williams x Fem! Popular! Reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: None

Part 2: Prev/Next

Let me know it you wanna be in the taglist! (I have an English exam tomorrow! wish me luck..)

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As Ellie walked through the door that night, the inviting aroma of freshly baked pizza wafted through the air, drawing her attention even before she heard Joel’s familiar, warm voice. “Hey, kiddo! How was school?” he asked, his face lighting up as he pulled her into one of his signature bear hugs.

Ellie returned the hug, her earlier frustrations melting away in his comforting embrace. She smiled brightly. “It was fun! I have this history project, and I got paired with this girl.” Her tone was casual, but there was a slight hesitation in her voice.

Joel raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “A girl, huh?”

Ellie’s face flushed a deep shade of red as she shook her head quickly, her hands gesturing wildly. “No, no, no! Not like that. I don’t like her!” she blurted out, her voice slightly higher-pitched than usual.

Joel chuckled softly, clearly unconvinced but willing to play along. “Sure, sure, whatever you say,” he teased, his smirk widening as Ellie groaned in frustration.

“I mean it!” she insisted, huffing slightly before spinning around to head toward her room. “Anyway, I’m gonna go text her… for project purposes!” she called over her shoulder, practically sprinting up the stairs before Joel could tease her any further.

Once inside her room, Ellie closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath to compose herself. She glanced around her small, cosy sanctuary—a space that reflected her personality perfectly. The walls were adorned with Spider-Man posters and her favourite sketches of dinosaurs and sharks. Her desk, illuminated by a soft desk lamp, was impeccably organized, just like the rest of the room.

She tossed her bag onto her neatly made Spider-Man bed and sank into her chair, her fingers hesitating over her phone. After a moment’s hesitation, she opened Instagram and accepted your request. Her eyes widened as she took in your profile—over 7,000 followers, a seemingly endless stream of comments, and photos that looked like they belonged in a magazine.

Her heart raced as she typed out a simple, two-word message: Ellie_TheDino: Hey!

As soon as she hit send, Ellie locked her phone and tossed it onto her bed like it was a ticking time bomb. Her chest felt tight with nerves. What if you thought she was weird? What if you didn’t reply at all? Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she decided to focus on something else. She grabbed her notebook from her desk, flipping it open to work on another assignment.

“Ellie! Dinner!” Joel’s voice called from downstairs, breaking her concentration.

Ellie set her pen down and rushed to the dining room, the promise of food lifting her spirits. She slid into her usual seat across from Joel, her mouth watering at the sight of the pizza he had prepared.

“Are you excited for pizza night?” Joel teased, his eyes twinkling as he passed her a plate.

“Always,” Ellie replied, grabbing a slice and taking a big bite. She let out an exaggerated, satisfied hum. “Mmm, you make the best pizza, Joel!”

Joel laughed, shaking his head. “It’s just pizza, kiddo.”

“Nope, it’s special when you make it,” Ellie insisted with a grin. They fell into easy conversation as they ate, Joel sharing stories from his day while Ellie occasionally chimed in with 'gossip' at school.

When the last slice was gone, Joel leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach contentedly. “So, dessert?”

Ellie’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Ice cream?”

Joel chuckled, already standing to grab the bowls. “What else?”

A few minutes later, Ellie was back at the table with a generous serving of her favourite ice cream in front of her. She dug in happily, savouring the cool, creamy treat as Joel sat across from her.

“So,” Joel began, his tone casual but laced with curiosity, “what’s this girl like?”

Ellie nearly choked on her spoonful of ice cream, coughing as she glared at him. “Joel!”

“What?” he said, raising his hands in mock innocence, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

“She’s just my partner for a history project. That’s it,” Ellie insisted firmly, though the faint blush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her words.

Joel smirked knowingly but decided to drop the subject. “If you say so, kiddo.”

After finishing dessert, Ellie excused herself and headed back to her room. The moment she closed the door, her nerves kicked in again. She grabbed her phone, unlocking it to check for a reply. The sight of an empty chat screen made her heart sink slightly.

She frowned, placing her phone face down on her desk and telling herself not to overthink it. “She’s probably just busy,” Ellie muttered under her breath, trying to reassure herself.

She sat down at her desk and picked up her pencil, attempting to focus on her assignments, but her thoughts kept drifting back to you. What were you doing right now? Were you even thinking about the project?

Meanwhile, in your sprawling bedroom, you were propped against fluffy pink pillows on your king-sized bed, your phone pressed to your ear as Olivia’s voice filled the silence.

“I’m telling you, Jesse has feelings for you,” Olivia said dramatically.

You rolled your eyes. “If that’s true, maybe you should tell him I don’t like him.”

“You’re impossible! Then who do you like?”

“No one,” you said with a shrug. “Relationships are overrated, and couples are annoying.”

Olivia groaned in exasperation. “Oh my god, you’re so frustrating sometimes.”

“Drop it, Liv,” you said, your tone flat.

“Fine,” she huffed, quickly pivoting the conversation to gush about her own crushes. You tuned her out,

Meanwhile, in your sprawling bedroom, you were propped against fluffy pink pillows on your king-sized bed, your phone pressed to your ear as Olivia’s voice filled the silence.

The room around you was nothing short of a pink paradise, bathed in a soft glow from a massive crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The walls were painted a pastel pink, adorned with framed photos of you and your friends, glossy magazine covers, and aesthetic mood boards you had pieced together over time. Along one wall, an oversized mirror with LED lights framed its edges, reflecting the luxurious chaos of the space.

Stuffed animals were scattered everywhere—oversized bears lounging in the corner, plush bunnies perched on shelves, and a cluster of tiny squishy toys lined up neatly on your windowsill. Despite the childish charm they brought, the room screamed sophistication. A vanity table sat against another wall, its surface covered in an array of makeup palettes, lipsticks, and high-end skincare products. Each item was meticulously arranged, almost like a display in a luxury department store.

Next to the vanity was a walk-in closet with its glass doors slightly ajar, revealing a treasure trove of designer bags and clothes. Rows of neatly hung outfits, organized by colour and season, stretched into the depths of the closet. Chanel, Dior, Prada—every label imaginable—were casually displayed as though you owned your personal boutique. Stacked shelves held boxes of designer shoes, while the centre island of the closet displayed your collection of sparkling accessories.

Your bed, the centrepiece of the room, was covered in a plush pink duvet with matching pillows embroidered with intricate floral designs. The bedposts were draped with delicate fairy lights that gave the entire space an ethereal glow. A stack of fashion magazines sat on the nightstand alongside your gold-trimmed iPad, which blinked with notifications from your bustling social life.

“I’m telling you, Jesse has feelings for you,” Olivia said dramatically, her voice pulling you back to reality.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a soft scoff as you stared at your reflection in the vanity mirror. “If that’s true, maybe you should tell him I don’t like him.”

“You’re impossible! Then who do you like?”

“No one,” you said with a shrug, leaning back against the fluffy pillows. “Relationships are overrated, and couples are annoying.”

Olivia groaned loudly, exasperated. “Oh my god, you’re so frustrating sometimes.”

“Drop it, Liv,” you said, your tone flat as you absentmindedly scrolled through TikTok on your phone.

“Fine,” she huffed, quickly shifting the conversation to gush about her own crushes. You half-listened, responding with the occasional “Mm-hmm” or “Oh, really?” while liking videos of makeup tutorials and luxury hauls.

“Y/n! Dinner!” your mum’s voice called from downstairs, pulling you out of your scrolling trance.

“Gotta go,” you told Olivia, cutting her off mid-sentence. You tossed your phone onto the silk duvet and headed downstairs, where your mum and younger sister were seated at the dining table.

Your mum, dressed impeccably as always, scrolled through her tablet, barely glancing up as she sipped a glass of wine. Your younger sister was similarly engrossed in her phone, poking at her food without much interest.

“I’m gonna eat in my room,” you said casually, grabbing your plate. Your mum gave a distracted nod, her eyes never leaving the screen.

Back upstairs, you plopped down on your bed, balancing the plate in one hand while your other resumed its familiar position, scrolling through Instagram. Photos of the weekend’s parties, perfectly posed group shots, and aesthetic brunch tables filled your feed. You double-tapped a few before switching to TikTok again, entirely forgetting about the message Ellie had sent you earlier.

For you, the project with Ellie was just another mundane task to tick off your list, lost in the whirlwind of your busy, glamorous life. Across town, though, Ellie was lying awake in her tidy, small bedroom, wondering if she’d ever get a reply.

The next day at school, Ellie was walking down the hallway, her eyes scanning the crowd of students when she spotted you at your locker. You were standing with your back to her, attaching a small mirror to the inside of your locker door, your attention focused as you touched up your makeup. The soft click of your lipstick cap echoed in the otherwise noisy hallway, and Ellie felt a rush of nervous energy, her heart beating a little faster than usual.

Without hesitation, she quickened her pace, making her way toward you. As she neared, she couldn't help but feel a wave of anticipation build in her chest. When she reached you, she called out, her voice a little sharper than she intended.

"You didn’t message me back last night!"

You turned around, a slight look of confusion crossing your face as you processed her words. It took a moment for you to register, and then, realization hit.

"Shit, Ellie, I’m so sorry," you said with a frown, clearly genuine. "It totally slipped my mind. I’ve just been busy with everything."

Ellie’s breath hitched slightly when she heard her name roll off your tongue. The casual way you said it sent a strange, electric shiver down her spine, making it hard for her to stay composed. She didn’t want to argue about it—there was no point.

"It’s okay!" Ellie quickly responded, trying to keep things light, her voice almost a little too cheerful. "How about we organize a date for the project? How’s Saturday?"

You raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, that works," you said with an easy shrug. "I’ll text you my address."

Ellie hesitated, her guard still up after the message from last night, unsure of your intentions. She gave you a small look, one that was a mix of scepticism and cautious curiosity. After a moment, you caught the look, and without missing a beat, you pulled out your phone from your designer bag and quickly typed something out.

“Did you get that?” you asked, your voice casual, but Ellie couldn’t help but notice the faint flicker of something else in your eyes—something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Ellie’s phone buzzed almost immediately, and she pulled it out, a grin spreading across her face as she saw your message pop up on the screen: your address.

"Yes!" she said, her voice a little too eager, but she couldn’t help it. You had just confirmed something she’d been quietly hoping for, and she felt her nerves ease up just a little.

"Sweet," you exclaimed, your smile flashing across your face before you slammed your locker shut with a loud clang. Ellie jumped slightly at the sudden noise, her heart skipping a beat. You didn’t seem to notice, already turning to leave as you walked away, your mini skirt swishing with every step.

Ellie couldn’t help herself. As you walked away, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from your exposed legs, the way you moved with such ease and confidence. You looked effortlessly stylish in that skirt, and Ellie couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something—a mix of admiration and something else she hadn’t fully acknowledged yet.

For a moment, she just stood there, watching you disappear down the hallway, before she snapped out of it, forcing herself to focus on the upcoming project. But even then, her thoughts kept returning to you, to your smile, to how she felt so out of her depth whenever you were around.

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Taglist @vahnilla @radioheadfan699 @defnoteleonor @robinphobia @liztreez

[kroumi]

Aylin - Sleepover

Pairing: Aylin x Female Reader

Fandom: 23.5

Summary: Aylin never wanted to have any relations to humans, except the ones in her own family. Unfortunately all that facade crumbles when certain human smiles at her.

A/N: Made it just for @vlance

3rd's POV

Aylin looked at Alpha in disbelief, her mind started racing at the information she just gained from her cousin.

"Y/N, Sun and Luna are spending the night here"

Like here? As in their house that all of them live in which means that she lives in it, you're gonna be spending the night here?! Aylin didn't waited long and evacuated back to her room before Alpha or anyone else could stop her. She wasn't sure what was their plan but she wasn't about to let them succeed in whatever they planned with her.

Or at least that's what she thought to herself but unfortunately she ended up at the dining table with everyone. Her eyes stayed on the food the whole time, not daring to even look in your direction but she could feel your curious gaze on her and it caused her heart to beat faster. She didn't understand that... or rather she did but wished she didn't.

"It's nice to finally meet you Y/N. Everyone always talked so much about you but never brought you over" Aylin looked at her uncle from the corner of her eye as she listened "I never had time to, I'm glad I was able to come today" You smiled at him and soon Ongsa's mom chimed in "Are you often busy?" That was true, you were the same age as Alpha which meant that you had to think about college soon, you were also the oldest in your family which caused you to be busy helping and taking care of them.

"Yeah, I need to study to make sure I'll get into the college I picked" This immediately interested Ongsa's mom as both of you started talking about your plans for the future. Aylin used this moment to look at you. You looked extra pretty that day, your hair fell on your face just right and the shirt you wore really suited you. Aylin couldn't help but stare until she noticed Luna who was sitting right next to you, looking at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. This immediately made Aylin look back at her food.

Just when she thought she was gonna have some rest from everyone, the unfortunate room choosing had to happen. Aylin had the feeling about how it was gonna end, Sun was sleeping in Ongsa's room as they were together and Luna was already ready to go to Alpha's room. The next words leaving her older cousin's lips didn't surprised her but also didn't made her happy.

"Y/N you can sleep in Aylin's room"

That's how she ended up sitting in front of her desk, trying not to look at you sitting on her bed. It was hard considering how you kept staring at her and trying to initiate a conversation with her.

"That's a cool alien friend you have here Aylin, what's their name?"

Silence.

"You know, I've been doing project about aliens but I don't know as much as you. Can you help me?

Silence.

"Can you even hear me?"

More silence.

Soon she could hear steps closing in on her before feeling a warm breath against her ear. Her body tensed at the feeling.

"I don't like it. How we're here together but it feels like we're on different planets" This was the first time she heard your voice so serious yet soft. She was so used to hearing your cheerful voice calling out to her at school everyday even when she ignored you. This moment was so different, the atmosphere change making her heartbeat faster.

And this time she couldn't help but turn around and look you in the eye.

The smile that you gave her in that moment got engraved in her memory for years to come, she was sure of that.

Along with the way she felt like could let herself let loose with a human for the first time... but she wouldn't tell you that.

At least not yet.

[kroumi]

HEAD OVER HEELS

sypnosis - yn ln , a popular student falls for someone she met online , causing minjeong to decide whether or not she should reveal her true identity.

genre - fluff + angst

note - lovesick minjeong, this fic is also heavily inspired by the 23.5 series

accounts : loser club | S-TAR

taglist(open)

CHAPTERS :

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i turned my gifset into one gif. you’re welcome. let’s goooooo

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MYEONG JAEUN x FEM!READER

Prompt: Jaeun was known to be the quiet type and not usually interrupt conversations but she couldn’t help it when she saw Kim Dayeon flirting with you.

Warnings/Notes: g!p Jaeun, quickies, B Grade reader, unprotected sex, puppy Jaeun

“Jaeun-ah…Yah Myeong Jaeun!” Sooji shook her seat mates shoulder aggressively that Jaeun almost fell out her seat.

“Huh?”

“Seriously what’s with you today? You’ve been out of it more than usual” Sooji hissed and shook the choc milk carton in her face. “Jiae got this for you during her lunch break. Here”

“Oh..I’ll thank her later”

“Now be honest with me, what’s wrong? And if you lie to me, I swear to god I’ll throw you out the window”

Jaeun sighed and looked to the front where you were talking to Kim Dayeon. She was constantly touching your hair and tucking strands behind your ear, it was making Jaeun feel sick.

“Ahhh…Is our Jaeunie jealous?” Sooji smirked, causing her tall friend to pout.

“No.”

“Hey guys!” Jaehyung appears in her usual bubbly tone along with Yerim and Eunjung.

“What’s with the pout, Jaeun-ah?” Yerim asked, making Sooji smirk wider.

“Our Jaeunie is jealous because her girlfriend is with Dayeon”

The group’s eyes moved to the sight of you laughing as Dayeon was now squishing your cheeks. Jaehyung gagged and rubbed Jaeun’s shoulders.

“It’s weird seeing Dayeon all sweet to someone. I’m sure it’s just playful B Grade things, Y/n-ie is loyal!” Jaehyung commented but Jaeun kept pouting.

“I know she’s loyal. Dayeon just shouldn’t be touching what’s not her’s”

The girls erupted in ‘oooo’, clearly enjoying a sulking Jaeun.

Eunjung clicked her tongue and patted Jaeun’s head. “I’d be the same if I saw someone going all up on Yerim like that”

Yerim scoffed. “You’re not helping”

Sooji leaned towards her seatmate’s ear. “I think you should stop Dayeon from going any further”

Jaeun nodded and stood up, abandoning the choc milk to approach you and Dayeon.

“I’ve never seen Jaeun get so jealous before. It’s cute” Jaehyung cooed, as if she was a mom.

“Y/n-ie…” Jaeun softly called and tugged into your sweater.

“Baby! Hi~” you squealed and hooked onto her neck for a tight hug.

As you pulled away, Jaeun held your waist and cautiously eyed Dayeon for her next move. You noticed how silent your girlfriend was. “Jaeunie, you okay?”

“Mhm.”

Dayeon was getting confused from the cold stare before she realised why, causing her to break into laughter. Both of you looked at her weirdly before she patted Jaeun’s back.

“Calm down puppy, I’m not trying to take your girl”

“Don’t touch my girlfriend then…please”

Dayeon rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay okay, I won’t. Damn you got yourself a jealous one huh, Y/n?”

“Jealous? Jaeunie, you’re jealous?”

“No! Just protective”

“Relax Myeong. I got my eyes on another girl so you don’t have to worry about a thing” Dayeon smirked and pointed her eyes at Seo Do Ah who was still writing notes from her thick text book.

“Good luck Dayeonie” you winked before watching her walk away to sit next to Do Ah.

Jaeun huffed and dragged you out to the nearest bathroom, her pout still evident on her lips.

“Don’t let other girls touch you like that, okay?” Jaeun finally spoke, looking anywhere but your eyes.

“Baby…” you called, grabbing onto her face so she could finally look at you. “Dayeon’s just a friend. You heard it from her too, she likes Do Ah. There’s nothing to be jealous about, okay?”

“M’kay…”

“You’re such a cute puppy” you whispered and leaned up press a longing kiss on her lips.

Hearing the nickname from Dayeon pissed her off but hearing it come out so husky from you had made her cock rise. She instantly slapped a hand over her crotch to hide it but it was way too obvious for you not to notice.

“Got you hard, baby? Was it from the kiss?…or was it the nickname?” You smiled and kissed her lips again, this time you pushed her hand away and replaced it with yours, gently squeezing at her bulge.

Jaeun stumbled and her lower back hit the sink, completely trapped by you. Your other hand decided to slide underneath her shirt, caressing the hidden abs you loved so much and wanted to gate keep from other girls.

Especially Jaehyung.

“God, you’re so hot, baby” you let out a toothy grin and kissed her lips again.

Jaeun groaned into the kiss when your hands went into the waistband of her skirt and boxers, pulling out her twitching cock.

“Y-Y/n, someone’s gonna see..”

“Then we’ll make it quick. Don’t be too loud okay puppy?”

Jaeun nodded and watched you start stroking her length, gradually increasing the speed and playing at the leaking head. Your girlfriend threw her head back and gripped onto the counter behind her.

“F-Fuck…”

You leaned up to kiss along her cheek and ear. “That’s my good puppy~”

“N-No wait..”

“Huh?”

You were caught off guard when Jaeun easily picked you up and brought you to the biggest stall, locking it behind her and taking a seat on the closed toilet with you on her lap.

“Want to cum inside you” She said out of breath and rushed to push your panties to the side that was soaked in your slick.

“Wait-ah fuck- Jaeun ah!” You squeaked when she sat you on her length, feeling fuller by the second.

“I love how tight you are, jagi” you heard her pant.

Jaeun leaned back to get a better view of you bouncing on her cock, skilfully unbuttoning your top just enough to show your bra that she hastily slid into to reach your breasts.

“Mmmh yes baby, feel so good” you practically drooled, pulling your girlfriend in by her neck tie to crash your lips and muffle your moans.

Jaeun held you tight as she began thrusting into you faster, the slapping noise echoing the entire bathroom. You bit into her shoulder as you already pathetically came but Jaeun wasn’t willing to stop until she sprayed your insides white.

Her final few thrusts were violent before she had her turn in cumming, not realising that she was sucking on your neck the entire time.

She was groaning and babbling ‘I love you’s as her hips came to a stop, processing the mind blowing orgasm you both had. “Y/n-ie…”

You looked down at her and hummed, too fucked out to properly respond.

“I should’ve worn a condom, I’m sorry…”

You hugged her head to your chest out of comfort. “Raw feels better anyways. Don’t worry, I got my plan B pills in my locker”

Jaeun moved her head out to look at you shocked. “Why do you casually have that in your locker?”

“Because I knew moments like these would happen”

The tips of her ears went red. “You thought about us having sex at school?”

You nodded shamelessly. “There’s other places I want to try too but don’t worry about it. Just wait” you winked and peppered her face with more kisses.

“You two have 10 seconds to look presentable before I kick this stall down and beat your asses” Sooji abruptly spoke from outside the stall.

You both looked down and saw her shadow beneath the door.

You scrambled to get off Jaeun’s lap and fixed your uniform, the taller doing the same. You held her hand as you exited the stall, facing a disgusted Sooji.

“If you two are gonna be fucking around here, at least find a further area so we don’t have to hear everything, okay? Now move, I gotta pee”

You and Jaeun giggled like little kids when you went out the bathroom. She hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek lovingly. “I love you”

“This is weird considering you don’t like PDA. I like it”

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PYRAMID GAME 피라미드 게임 (2024) ↳ Su Ji & Ja Eun △ episode VI

[kroumi]

☆ gloomchair2010 ☆

synopsis: ellie adds you in a chat room after a mutual game and the two of you bond deeply over time. (That's not all I just dont wanna spoil the plot...) IB

cw: AU, kind of loser!nerd!ellie x popular!reader except reader is like a loser in the online world and popular irl while ellie is the opposite; make sense?? Semi stalker!ellie, obsessive!ellie, yea yea :3 UNEDITED !!! This is part 1..if this does good ill continue !

ⓘ new friend request: @gloomchair2010

accepted ! reject

Gloomychair2010 has joined the chat

@gloomchair2010: hey :D

@ynspeaks: hey..?

@ynspeaks: do i know you?

@gloomychair2010: lol.. dont think so ! but we just played random duos together :)

@gloomychair2010: good game and all, just wanted to see if you needed help figuring out how to work your weapons and stuff so next time you dont die so quickly xD

@ynspeaks: haha right, i just realized your username... thank you, and i dont really play often... but you can help if you'd like :)

@gloomychair2010: really??? Would've thought you were a pro the way you stood there and let that guy shoot you in open space !

@ynspeaks: omg >< was i really that bad?

@gloomychair2010: maybe just a little ....

@gloomychair2010: nothing a little mentoring cant fix... whenever you have the time.

@ynspeaks: sounds fun :D I'm down

@ynspeaks: i like your display name btw !!!! it's so cool

@ynspeaks: what does it mean?

@gloomychair2010: you don't know ?

@ynspeaks: should i ? :(

@gloomychair2010: haha thought you would, it's a metaphor to a pretty popular game.

@ynspeaks: ohhhhhhh

@ynspeaks: i dont know much about this stuff story :<

@ynspeaks: kinda just getting into it, needed a distraction :]

@gloomychairs2010: oh....? Really??

@glooomychairs2010: something wrong?

@ynspeaks: nothing big... just life you know?

@gloomychair2010: sorry to hear that :(

@gloomychair2010: maybe you should try playing musical chairs, it'll make you happier

@ynspeaks: ??????????

@gloomychairs2010: gaming reference, sorry

@ynspeaks: sorry LOL , ill learn eventually :]

@ynspeaks: my moms going to call me for dinner soon so ill have to go, but it was nice talking to you. A good distraction so far :D

@ynspeaks: Im y/n btw... if you didn't read my user!

@gloomychairs2010: oh right it's getting pretty late

She said knowing she stays on the game way past midnight.... every night

@gloomychairs2010: oh and I'm ellie... in all honesty i didnt read ur name xD

@ynspeaks: it's okay!! you were too busy trying to save me from dying LOL

@ynspeaks: Nice to meet you ellie :3 chat later!!

@gloomychairs2006: nice to meet you too y/n :^)

*ynspeaks has left the chat*

*gloomychair2006 has left the chat*

After your chat ended, ellie found herself reminiscing about the conversation between you two. Though the conversation was extremely short, there was something so intriguing about you that she could somehow feel through the screen.

and that night, instead of staying up till 4am playing video games, she decided to take all technology based skills she obtained over the years, and utilize them in a deep dive internet search on you and who exactly @ynspeaks really was.

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— ･ *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ SATAN'S SPAWN , yu jimin

SYPNOSIS — yu jimin had everything in the palm of her hands. highest grades in the year, promoted as the captain of the dance team, top of the social hierarchy, and close to having the school's hearrthrob— song kang as her boyfriend. everything was sunshine and rainbows, until song kang's supposed sister, kim y/n turned song y/n— a certified hottie pain in the ass steps into frame, no longer the pathetic, crybaby loser jimin knew her as. and the line between hate and love slowly began to blur.

GENRE — smau, crack, fluff, enemies to lovers, 'straight' popular girl finds out she likes women😱

PAIRING — yu jimin x fem! reader

CONTAINS — swearing, fluff, smau, angst, gay panics, dumb gays, romance, wlw, crackheads, author's poor sense of humour, university!au, mentions of mental health, DENIAL.

FEATURING — aespa, and mentions of other idols.

NOTES — this was made just for fun and photos that are used to portray yn is not supposed to claim what she looks like, only for the purpose of showing how that certain picture is supposed to look like. i do not own anything here except for the plot and yn. as this was made for fun, i am not assuming their personalities, their sexualities and how they act through phone and in real life. relationships between people here are purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes only. bye i finally managed to make my smau tolerable looking😭 im figuring out the plot as i go alongjfkfjfkfj TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

PROFILES!

man eating phag(ocyte)s U NOT EVEN THE FART😭😭🙏🙏 misc.

prolouge.

01. easy on the eyes

02. naked mole rat that looks like a mix of ewok and gargamel

03. not all that

04. THANK GOD

05. PHEWERS

06. SISTER IN LAW🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

07. SNOT FACED LOSER

08. enemies to lovers?

more in progress!

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cinnamon girl — winter smau

synopsis before her debut, you and minjeong were best friends; inseparable. until one day, seemingly out of the blue, she ignores you, cutting off all contact. she thinks she’s never going to see you again, until she sees you in the corridors of an award show, as a newly debuted member of le sserafim.

and just when you think it can’t get any worse … your companies have decided to pair you up for a dance unit for mama. lord help the both of you.

profiles the gays , IM FEARLESS YA , aespa girls

featuring aespa, le sserafim, sunoo enhypen, ryujin itzy, wooyoung ateez, felix stray kids, minji newjeans

pairing kim minjeong x female reader

taglist is open !!

notes i’m backkkk! hopefully for good lmao but i’m rlly into smau’s atm so probably expect a bunch … im thinking of an enhypen one … but yeah enjoy !!!

CHAPTERS … coming soon

[kroumi]

i'm patiently waiting for the mean girls the musical x reader fics pls 🙏🤞

[kroumi]

Hello!

Popular girl x Nerd/loser girl trope

Popular(fem) reader x Ellie

Headcannons about Ellie dating a girl who looks like she came from the "mean girls" movie.

Take your time and take care 🫶!

nerd!ellie williams x popular!reader

a/n: idk if you meant looks as in appearance or attittude/personality so i kinda did both.

honestly, before you and ellie started dating, you were kinda homophobic to her (internalised homophobia). plus being gay at your school was kinda embarrassing.

ellie only found out you were gay when you were crying in the locker room alone. it took a bit for her to pull it out of you but you ended up admitting you were lesbian and had feelings for her.

ellie was gobsmacked. you were attractive but she's never really thought about you like that until then. you ended up running away from her when she took too long to reply.

it took her one week to corner you and tell you that she wanted to give you a chance.

you came out as lesbian publicly the same day. you wanted to show her how sorry you are and how much she means to you. it was a big moment for you.

people were mean and cruel but you held your head high and bullied them until they went quiet.

at first, your relationship with ellie is a LOT for her to take in.

you're extremely popular and pretty. meaning you're invited to parties every weekend and people hit on you constantly.

of course, she knows you'd never cheat on her, but it hurts seeing people flirt with you and not having the confidence to say anything.

whenever you're invited to parties, you always invites her to come along but most of the time, ellie is too busy studying (or feels too awkward to come).

your grades are okay, but ellie's are incredible. she's tried teaching you maths and science but you're hopeless at it. most of the study sessions end with the two of you cuddling or making out (or both).

people are kinda judgmental about your relationship. ellie is used to it but it enrages you.

your relationship isn't the healthiest and arguments are pretty common. you storm off and ellie has to be the one to fix it.

shopping is one of your favourite things in the entire world. ellie doesn't enjoy it too much, but she enjoys seeing you happy (and in hot new dresses)

ellie is the little spoon and NOBODY can change my mind.

ellie is 100% on the debate team and you always go to all her debates. you’re her no.1 fan.

you love pda. you love to have your arms around her waist or any part of your body touching hers. ellie is a little awkward, but she's warming up to it.

ellie rambles about nerdy little space and dinosaur facts. most of the time you have no idea what she's talking about but you love listening.

for one of your first dates, you took ellie to a dinosaur museum. she loved it and explained facts that weren't displayed.

you thought she was adorable as she explained all these facts. it was literally one of the cutest things she’s ever done.

[kroumi]

All my rejanis art as of late as I finish up commissions!

[kroumi]

Better Than Revenge

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

—-

sypnosis: more jealous clarisse and this time she gets to be insane about it (I Can See You coded tbh)

a/n: soft clarisse MOVE OVER insane clarisse hiiiiiii ….anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

Better Then Revenge - Taylor Swift

warnings: possessive clarisse pleek i want you i need you, violence, swearing, punching lol, men, allusions to sex and this is just pretty suggestive, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

The anniversary of Mr. D being sentenced to a life at Camp Half Blood has become his birthday over the years.

Of course, his children use that as an excuse to throw a rowdy party disguised as a simple bonfire.

Chiron turns a blind eye, as long as everyone swears to not give him any alcohol, and there’s still a modicum of responsibility among the camp population.

It’s one of the highlights of the summer, the heat from the fire, the dark night lit only by Selene, where it feels like you can do anything and get away with it.

It’s your first with Clarisse, and by the way she’s looking at you right now, you’re probably not gonna last more than an hour before you get dragged somewhere to make out.

You’re already in your outfit, the jean shorts you know she likes, the low-cut top you know she likes, leaning over in front of the mirror as you do your lipstick.

“Do you have something you want to say?”

Clarisse usually sits with you as you get ready for something, since you shamelessly take longer than her. She always calls you her prettiest girl, then expects you not to live up to it?

She doesn’t rush you. She’s never impatient. She just likes watching you, and it’s fun to put on a show.

She always looks at you, but something about the look in her eyes tonight is especially… feral.

“What’d you mean?” she says, smirking and leaning back on her elbows.

The Aphrodite cabin is a particular swirl of activity, but your little corner is just you and her. She refused to wear anything but her camp t-shirt and a pair of jeans, of course, but she looks good in anything.

“You’re looking at me like you want to pounce.”

“Took you this long to pick up on that?”

You laugh, bending over to grab a jewelry box that lives at the foot of your floor length mirror.

“Baby, let’s just stay back,” she groans.

“This is our first time going together, though. I want to go.”

“And I want to kiss you until we both pass out.”

“Oh, how romantic,” you whisper, holding earrings up to your ear. The dangly pearls look best. Some sort of dangerous thought slithers into your mind, and you turn around to face her with a slow smile.

“Oh, Gods. What?”

“If you can go an entire hour without kissing me…”

She looks up at you like you’ve just called her the worst warrior at camp.

“Then we’ll leave as soon as the hours up, and do whatever you want. But if you can’t, then we get to stay until I say so.”

She smirks. The only thing she loves more than you is competition, a challenge. You watch her eyes light up.

“I can do an hour.”

“Oh, really?”

“I have amazing self-control, actually.”

“Oh, really?” you repeat, drawing out the word.

“Really,” she says, rolling her eyes and mocking you.

She’s sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back on her palms now, watching you as you step forward.

“Really,” she says again.

But her smile fades as you place your hands on her shoulders, her hands coming to your waist as you place yourself right down on her lap. She lies down and let’s you straddle her, tracing her lips with your pointer finger.

It’s so startlingly silent and tense, she can hear your breath, you can hear hers.

You squeeze her face in your hands. “Well, time to go!” you announce, climbing off of her.

“You’re a demon,” she hisses. “A witch.”

“I’m a daughter of Aphrodite,” you roll your eyes. “I prefer to be called a seductress.”

—-

The party is already buzzing when you get there, night just falling and the fire blazing high.

You wave to a few of your friends, dragging Clarisse by the hand as you lead her to the best group of chairs and benches, not too close and not too far from the fire. All of the camp counselors and the people around your age are there, drinking punch and talking amongst themselves.

You greet your half sister and head counselor of the Aphrodite cabin, Phoebe, with a kiss and a hug.

“You look so pretty, Y/N,” she smiles. “I love the pearls.”

“Thank you,” you gush. You look up to Phoebe more than you would like to admit. One day you hope to take her position, and it wouldn’t hurt to make a good impression now. “You look gorgeous.”

Clarisse’s hand falls from yours and she pushes you forward to the empty seat next to Phoebe.

You look behind you. She gives you a look that says “Are you dumb? Talk to her.”

You’re always so close to Clarisse, but she goes and sits nexts to a few of her siblings on top of a picnic table 5 feet away.

You hum and start talking to Phoebe about a few of the new arrivals about camp- you both agree one of the new boys is a son of Aphrodite, before Phoebe looks past you and cringes.

“One of the other new kids is staring at you.”

You risk a small glance.

There’s nothing special about him. Pale skin, brown hair and brown eyes. He’s not your type, to say the least, especially when you steal a look at Clarisse and find she’s already looking at you-

You stomach flips.

She taps her wrist as if there was a watch there.

“Almost halfway,” she mouths, smiling brightly.

You look pointedly back at Phoebe.

“He’s eh,” you shrug.

“If he doesn’t stop staring at us I’m gonna go insane.”

“Is he really staring?” you ask.

“Yeah. I think he thinks he’s flirting, or something? I don’t know.”

You shrug. He probably knows you’re dating Clarisse, and if he doesn’t, he probably will soon.

She bumps your shoulder.

“Any updates with Clarisse?”

You smile, playing with your fingers.

“No, not really. We’re still happy. Actually, we’re having a contest right now. If she can resist kiss me for an hour, then we’ll leave. But if she can’t, then we get to stay at the party all night.”

“Ooh, that’s evil,” she teases.

“I know, I’m having so much fun.”

You both laugh, and Phoebe opens her mouth just to close it. She fakes dropping something to lean closer to you.

“He’s coming over here.”

“Oh, Gods,” you mutter.

“Hey, ladies,” he says. His voice is deep and scratchy, like he just smoked an entire pack of cigarettes. “How y’all doin’ tonight? Enjoying the party?”

You have to stifle a laugh. Phoebe was one of the cabin leaders who helped organize the party.

“Havin’ fun,” you smile awkwardly. He stares so intensely into your eyes you have to breathe out not to laugh.

“Good, good. Either of you know where the punch station is?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, it’s right by the Apollo cabin,” Phoebe points.

He follows her finger. “Great, thanks.”

He looks at you and winks. “See you around.”

Both you and Phoebe dissolve into a fit of giggles.

—-

You make your way over to Clarisse after a second, sitting down next to her on the table. You hug your knees to your chest from where they sit on the actual bench.

“‘M cold,” you moan, rubbing your knees.

Her siblings, Carrie and Nelson are now distracted by Phoebe’s animated talking, leaving the two of you.

She wraps her arm around your shoulder, letting you lean against her.

“You wore those shorts,” she says.

“For you.”

“Oh, you’re so mean.”

“Before the challenge. And I think you mean ‘thanks for trying to make me happy, Y/N.’”

Clarisse laughs.

“Okay, pretty thing,” she mutters. “That’s what I meant.”

“Right,” you mutter, pushing yourself further against her. It’s better here, closer to the fire, but there’s still this chill in your bones.

“Stop being so close to me,” Clar mutters.

You turn to her.

“What did you just say to me?”

“It’s almost irresistible to kiss you,” she whispers. “I’m not allowed to kiss your forehead, am I?”

You put your face into her warm neck.

“Is that kissing me?” you whisper, your lips brushing her skin.

“Shut up,” she mumbles, pushing you away from her. “You’re not distracting me. I’m not losing this. One hour, then we’re going back to my cabin and staying there for a long time.”

You smile, lifting your face up from her neck to stare in her eyes. She smiles softly back at you.

“Did you see me turn around and bend over to fix my shoes?”

Her eyes blaze.

“Should have guessed that was on purpose. What’d you call yourself? A seductress? I agree.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around yourself, deciding you’ll be nice and give her a few minutes reprieve. Ares kids are always so warm, and even just being pressed slightly against her is nice.

Someone places a jacket over your shoulders. You smile, turning to Clarisse, not remembering if she had a jacket on. Did she bring one for you?

“Clar, I-”

She’s not looking at you at all. She’s staring off towards the fire, holding your hand, and you know she didn’t just give you this jacket.

Harry walks around the table, smiling.

“Looks better on you then it did me,” he says, awkwardly. “You looked cold, so…” he laughs.

Clarisse finally realizes that he’s talking to the two of you, or well, you.

“Huh?” she says, giving him a bored look. Immediately slipping back into her mean girl persona, even though she was just blushing with your face in her neck five seconds ago.

She looks at you at the corner of her eye.

You’re sitting there, frozen with his jacket over your shoulders.

“Uh…” you say, stupidly, because your mind is literally empty. What are you even supposed to do in this situation?

Clarisse grabs at the black jacket.

“She looked cold,” he says.

She finally realizes what happened.

“So, you’re hitting on my girlfriend? Right next to me?”

His smile falls. “Y-your friend, yeah-”

She rips the jacket off of you and throws it at him.

“Girlfriend,” she hisses.

“It’s not my fault,” he says, scrambling to catch his jacket, getting defensive now. He knows he fucked up, his pride is hurt. “You weren’t even touching, and she was, like, shivering-”

She stands up, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Hey, hey, Clarisse,” her sister Carrie says. “What’s going on?”

Clarisse glares at him. He starts sputtering incoherently.

Carrie raises an eyebrow towards you.

“He gave me his jacket,” you mumble, still feeling a little dazed. “Clar, c’mon, let him go.”

Carrie takes a step back. “Oh, ‘kay. I don’t care if she beats him up then,” she laughs.

“It looked like they were friends!” Harry shouts, pushing Clarisse back.

She punches him in the face.

“Clarisse!” you yell, jumping down from the table. “Don’t you dare!” you grab her arm, she’s fuming, rearing to punch him again.

A crowd has formed around you.

Harry groans and holds his bleeding nose.

“You fucking bitch,” he mutters.

“Clarisse. Clarisse, please, let’s go. Let’s just go.”

“You weren’t even that hot anyway,” he hisses.

“Don’t fucking talk about her!” she yells, jumping forward to punch him again-

“Clarisse!” you shout, not wanting her to get in trouble but you’re a second too late. Her fist flies into his cheek, but he’s prepared this time, so he takes it and counters with his own punch.

Your heart squeezes, but she blocks it, and both of their respective siblings finally jump in to hold them back.

“Oh, Gods,” you mumble, staring at his blood on the ground. At least it’s not hers. “Carrie!” you shout, giving her a pleasing look, and she nods.

“C’mon, Clarisse,” she says. “You’re very strong and tough, stop beating up the twig whose got no chance.”

It takes three of her siblings to corner her against the picnic bench.

“Giving her your fucking jacket, I should kill you!” she shouts, thrashing against her siblings hold. “She’s mine, dumbass, we’re always around each other, did you not notice?!”

“Clarisse- stop!” Carrie grunts, putting everything she has into holding her back.

“Go fuck yourself,” he groans, finally having enough common sense to cup his nose and walk away, the groups of people parting for him.

You stand there, shocked. Phoebe comes next to you.

“Oh, I love this night,” she sighs. You shoot her an unimpressed look.

After he’s gone, her siblings let a fighting Clarisse out of their holds, and she scans the crowd, but Harry really has disappeared. Her eyes find yours immediately.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, marching towards you and immediately pressing her lips against yours.

Pride is her fatal flaw. And when her ego is wounded, especially when it comes to you, she feels an inherent need to try and get it back.

She can’t beat up Harry, but showing everyone you’re hers is what you guessed she would do next.

She grabs you by the neck, the other arm wrapping around your waist, bringing you two closer together. You’re touching everywhere, kissing her is like touching her electric spear, and she finally pulls away slowly.

She can’t say that she loves you, so she just kisses your temple instead, wrapping her arm back around your shoulder.

As much as you hate violence, that was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

—-

Clarisse drags you off to her cabin.

“Oh, fuck,” she mumbles, opening the door.

“What?” you whisper, squeezing her hand.

“The contest. I failed. We should have stayed-”

You snort. “Who gives a fuck about the contest? I’ve been swayed. Let’s go make out.”

She seems a little shocked, extremely excited, and starts ushering you towards the ladder of the loft.

“Well, who am I to deny you,” she says, holding your ass as you ascend.

“Also, stop punching people.”

“That’s where I deny you.”

You make it to the top, her hands on your waist as she follows you. She’s always touching you, like she’s addicted to you. You pretend, but you’re so in love with her you genuinely think you’re gonna fall over just thinking about her sometimes.

“Clarisse, seriously. You’re gonna get in trouble one day, and-”

She spins you around and throws you back on your bed. You yelp as she climbs on top of you.

“No. Kiss now, lecture later.”

You protest, but she shuts you up by smashing her lips into yours. It’s rough, you did tease her all night, all teeth and the sounds of your roaring heartbeats.

She starts kissing down your neck, your dig your hands into your curls.

“‘She’s mine’?” you say after a second, referencing her anger-haze of a rant.

“Yes,” she says. Softly, but not sheepishly. She says it’s confident and proud. “You are.”

“I am,” you mutter back, having a feeling she’s gonna leave hickey’s all over you.

You do your best to flip her over, but she’s all muscle and it’s hard, so she ends up grabbing your hips and helping you.

“What?” she gasps, confused at the change of position. Not that she’s complaining, though.

“You did lose the challenge,” you tease.

She doesn’t like to admit she lost.

You hover your lips right above yours.

“Say it.”

Her fingers dig into your hips.

“I lost,” she grits. “You won.”

“I did,” you mumble, lips grazing yours, but you’re getting bored and you want to kiss her just as bad.

And you do, your hands on her face, her fingers starting to slip under your shirt. She mumbles against your lips.

“Fuck, this is so much better than revenge.”

—-

(i’m actually the funniest person alive if you couldn’t tell)

clarisse: oh, so you think i cant take care of my girlfriend? because we’re not close enough? because you think she’s cold? well guess what. now i’m never letting her out of my sight again, fuckfaces

y/n: FUCK YES i mean noooooooo noooooo that’s horrible omggg

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@lvrue @t-wylia @laughingcheese037 @kroumi @urdeadpoet @colezb @rey26 @harmzilla @elliewilliamsbae @amberfreemansburntface @kyuupidwrites @neverwaakeme-up @shark1008 @liballer @heyimadison @nvirskies @pnsteblnme

@jazhandzzz @urbisexualfriend

[kroumi]

So It Goes…

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

—-

sypnosis: the one day chiron decides to switch up the capture the flag teams, and everyone knows you’re clarisse’s weakness, In A Good Way sequel!!

i changed my theme it’s me tho promise

a/n: protective clarisse the love of my life i love you i do i think we should get married actually anyways this one is sooooooo i got to explore a more casual side of clar’s and reader’s relationship in this (for like a min) i hope you all enjoy!!

So It Goes… - Taylor Swift

warnings: soft clarisse my love, protective clarisse we KNOW how i feel abt her…., also slightly possessive clarisse i think i love you too, again clarisse gets a bit too into capture the flag, clarisse picks reader up which i KNOW is not inclusive (im literally plus-sized idk what the hell am i doing) but it was so good i couldn’t resist, she has like super strength probs so i’ll just believe (she literally could not pick me up i need to stop being delusional), swearing, violence, kissing, a bit suggestive but nothing crazy, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

Clarisse’s bed is one of your favorite places. You’ve spent so many nights here, wrapped up in her arms, feeling like no one could touch you. And you’ve spent secret days with her hands on your waist, yours in her hair, lips pressed together so tight it’s like you were each other’s oxygen.

You love Clarisse’s bed. And you know Clarisse loves her bed too, seeing as it’s a huge source of pride for her- it’s the best bunk in the cabin, and she gets a major kick over the fact that you sleep here just as much as you sleep in your own cabin.

You’re sitting down, watching Clarisse pace back and forth, her spear in her hand.

“Clarisse,” you say. She brought you here just fo freak out. Now she won’t sit down and let you help her, and she wont just freaking listen. “Clarisse, baby, what’s wrong? Can you at least put your spear down so you don’t accidentally kill somebody? If you kill me with that I’m gonna come back and kill you.”

She stops for a moment and leans her spear up against the wall. You let out a sigh.

“Now just sit down-”

She resumes her pacing.

As much as you love just being in Clarisse’s presence, as much as you know you’re her rock, the only thing that keeps her tethered in the storm she constantly fights through, you need her to let you help her.

“Clarisse!” you stand up, placing your hands on her shoulders. “You’re freaking me out, okay? What happened? I-I’m sure we can fix it, I mean…” you rub your hands up and down your arms, which you know she likes, her muscles are one of her biggest sources of pride.

She sits down, letting you stand in between her legs, her hands moving to hold your hips.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. She’s not very good at handling her emotions, but she’s getting better, and at least she’s able to recognize and apologize when her emotions are hurting other people. Well, you, at least. She breathes out. “Chiron decided to switch the teams.”

And now she had to work with the Athena cabin? The Gods know after the Ares and Athena cabins have captained opposing teams for years, Chiron pretends there’s not, but everyone knows there’s a deep rivalry. More than just friendly competition.

“The Demeter cabin will be on the red team.”

“Okay,” you say, squeezing her shoulders. You aren’t really close with anyone from the Demeter cabin, it doesn’t really bother you much.

“And… the Aphrodite cabin will be on the blue team.”

“Oh.”

You’ve never not been on Clarisse’s team for capture the flag. Not only does the entire red team’s tactic rest on you using your charmspeak to protect the flag, but what the hell are you supposed to do fighting against Clarisse?

She wraps her arms around your waist, flopping back onto her bed and bringing you down on top of her.

“I know it’s all Annabeth and Luke behind this. I’m sure that little smartass has made up some sick plan to make me go insane.”

You scoff, planting your hands behind her head on the bed. “You’re the one who can actually fight. I’m, like, so bad it’s not even funny, Clar.”

“You beat me all the time,” she frowns.

And it’s true, you spar with her at least 3 or 4 times a week, and you win most of the those times. But Clarisse moves slower, she doesn’t hit as hard, she anticipates your next move and doesn’t block it so you can land a hit.

“We both know you let me win.”

“I like seeing you smile,” she says, her own matching smile on her face.

“Okay, you big romantic.” You let your hands slip, laying your head against her chest and your arms flat around her head. “It’s not that big of a deal, Clar. I’m sure it’ll be fine, then Chiron’ll probably switch them back.”

“Annabeth convinced him to do it. She has some sort of plan, Y/N, she does.”

“You’ve mentioned,” you hum. “Stop stressing. Nothing we can do about it.”

“Fine,” she hisses.

She wraps her arms around your waist and throws you to the side so you yelp, now she’s climbing on top of you, laying her head on your chest.

“It’s going to be the worst game of capture the flag in history, you know. I hope you’re happy, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do without you. I mean, I guess I could move that group in the west side to just south of the flag, so that’ll be a bit more for them to get through. Oh, I’ll stick that one good archer on the ground- no, no that wouldn’t work, I need him in the trees. But I’ll move his position-”

—-

You walk to the woods together. When it’s time to split up, Clarisse grabs you by your armor and points her finger into your chest.

“Clar, what the hell are you doing-”

“Don’t do anything I would do.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you smile, blinking once to avoid rolling your eyes at her ridiculousness.

She smirks, her arm squeezing your waist. She pecks you on the lips before pulling away completely.

“Done making out?” Jackie asks, her and Tyla suddenly appearing next to you.

“It was one kiss, Jacks. Are you sure we have the same Mom?”

“No, honestly.”

You fall into step with the two of them, laughing as you make your way through the woods and to the edge of the river.

Chiron makes his usual speech, the conch sounds, and everyone starts moving around.

Annabeth finds the three of you soon after. Tyla and Jackie fall away, following your other siblings. Annabeth always has this calculating look on her face, like she knows something you don’t, a true child of Athena. You have to admit, she really is one of the smartest people you know.

“Annabeth,” you smile. “I guess you want me by the flag?”

“No, I debated that, but I decided against it.”

She smirks and looks at you before spinning around, pointing to Luke and his team members who are always in charge of getting the flag.

“You’ll be with Luke.”

You frown. “You do realize I have absolutely no skill in battle, right, Annabeth?”

“Yeah, but skill doesn’t matter when you have power. Power over someone.”

“Oh, okay. Who do you want me to charmspeak-”

“Charmspeak whoever you come across, but that’s not what I’m talking about. You have power over Clarisse. I know she’s defending the flag today, right?”

She looks at you sharply.

You smile. “Oh, I really don’t know. But if you say so, sure.”

She starts walking, you follow her.

“Clarisse doesn’t talk strategy to you? I mean, I talk Luke’s ear off.”

“Oh, no, she does, I just don’t really retain any of it.”

She huffs a small sound of laughter.

“I know she’ll be there,” she affirms.

“If you say so!” you say, all sing song, Luke smiling as he meets your eyes.

“Y/N! How’s it feel to finally be on the winning team?”

“I love being on the red team, thanks for asking.”

“Ha. You’re so funny, are you sure you’re not a child of Apollo?”

“Too beautiful,” you glide your hands down your face. “I get it from my godly mother.”

“Luke, do you know what you’re doing?” Annabeth asks.

“Yes ma’am.”

She smiles and walks away, talking to more people while you can faintly hear Clarisse shouting at people. With the change in tactic, you know she’s been slightly stressed, but she won’t allow herself to feel anything other than confidence, outwardly.

She still walks tall. She still grips her spear in her hand a little to tight. She’s a bit too greedy with the things that are hers, she grabs on a bit too tight, but you know it’s just because she’s scared. You like it.

If this were a regular game, you would probably be walking next to Clarisse right now, or kissing her goodbye while you follow Matty and everyone else to go protect the flag.

When you and Clarisse first started dating, she was slow to be so affectionate, but the more of her walls you started breaking down the more you found a complicated teenage girl who felt unloved, and had a lot of love to give too.

The more confident she became in your private relationship, the more she wanted everyone to know. It was her fatal flaw, pride, hubris. She wanted everyone to know she was yours and your were hers. She wanted everyone to be jealous.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to wear those horrible earplugs today. They always make me worried. Someone could be shouting a few feet away and none of us would hear.”

“Stop gloating, Luke.”

“I’m just expressing my gratitude, Y/N, is that not allowed?”

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“Oh, oh, I know. You’re sad, aren’t you?”

“Sad?” you snort.

“Yeah, sad. Sad you aren’t with Clarisse. You’re devastated, destroyed, wrecked.”

You put your hand on your sword. “Who are you… and what have you done with Luke Castellan? Luke doesn’t know that many words…”

He hits your shoulder. “Shut up, Y/N.”

—-

You’re walking through the woods.

Not sneaking around in stealth, not running, but walking.

You’ve come across a few of your former team members, but one of the blue team just tackles them and you tell them to turn around and count to 5,000.

For some reason, it’s worse than sitting by the rock, waiting for someone to make a play for the flag. At least at the rock you’re surrounded by all these people you know. You and Matty are usually talking, Marjorie sometimes joins, and you all have fun bullying Corey for that one time he didn’t see the blue team coming.

Luke’s voice drops to a whisper.

“Here’s your job. You can either, one, go make out with Clarisse in a corner, which shouldn’t be too hard-”

“Luke,” you hit his shoulder. He hisses.

“I’m joking, joking. Just keep her distracted, fight her, maybe pull your shirt down a bit? Oh, or I can just cut it so it’s a bit more revealing-”

“Luke, shut up or else I will make you.”

“It’s not a bad idea-”

“Luke!”

“Sh, sh,” he whispers. “Don’t be so loud, we’re almost to the flag. We’re going for stealth, okay?”

“Oh, really, I didn’t notice,” you deadpan. He looks around.

“Blue team, stealth mode, alright?”

Everyone nods. You roll your eyes. You miss the red team.

—-

After Luke gives you the ok, meaning the blue team has successfully surrounded the red team and the clearing, you take a step forward.

Annabeth was right. Clarisse is there.

It’s fitting. If you can’t be there, she would.

You look up at Corey, but he hasn’t noticed any of you yet. You frown, thinking about how he’s probably going to get beat up.

“Clarisse!” you shout. You watch everyone jump into defensive positions. She can’t see you yet, but she stares in the direction of your voice, her eyes squinting, smiling softly.

“Luke?” she shouts. “That you?”

You frown.

“What the hell?” you say, stepping forward. “You don’t recognize my voice? I thought that was really smart. Like, a cool way to reveal myself, I don’t know.”

You come into the clearing, sword by your side.

Clarisse’s smile drops.

“I-I- no, baby, I just wasn’t expecting Annabeth to send you here-”

“Do I really sound like Luke?”

“No,” she says, immediately. “You sound like an angel.

Matty laughs. Clarisse stabs his foot with the end of her spear. She smiles at you.

“Is Luke here though?” Marjorie asks, subtly trying to look through the trees.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you do,” Matty snorts.

“You’re going to tell me though right, baby?” Clar smiles, stepping closer until she’s right in front of you.

“Obviously not, you didn’t recognize me. I’m, like, really hurt by that Clarisse-”

“Gods, Clarisse,” Matty shouts at the sky, laughing. You didn’t recognize her, and now we’re all fucked!”

“Shut the fuck up, Matty,” she says over her shoulder. She looks at you, smiling again, her hand reaching out to touch your face. “I’ll let you do that thing you’ve always wanted to do.”

You smile, your voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ll let me give you a makeover? Really?”

“Yes.” Her teeth grit, but she keeps smiling, her thumb rubbing your cheek.

“Hm, I don’t know,” you mutter, your eyes fixing on her spear when you suddenly reach forward, grabbing it from her hands and turning to run away.

The blue team emerges from the woods with war cries, swords start clashing, and it all happens so fast.

The plan was for you to grab her spear, make her chase you around the woods, and hopefully the blue team would be able to overpower the red team without her.

Instead, Clarisse kicks out her foot, tripping you. Then, she catches you and the spear in what you swear has to be a milisecond.

“Clarisse!” you shout, genuinely offended. She beat you so easily. It wasn’t even a fight. You didn’t even get the chance to run.

“Sorry, baby, it’s capture the flag!”

You about to start kicking like a wild animal when she suddenly lets you go. Luke is there, fighting her while you pick your sword up from the ground that fell in the commotion.

One of your team members dropped their helmet and you pick that up too.

You’re not that bad of a fighter, Clarisse just knows everything about you, you tell yourself. But your pride is slightly wounded and you want to prove to her, yourself, and everyone that you’re not just a weak Aphrodite kid or some poor thing that hangs off Clar’s arm.

You can hold your own.

You stick the helmet on and step into the fight. Someone groans and a sword comes wishing through the air, but you block it.

They swing again.

You block it.

You picked up things from Clarisse, and, besides, you weren’t just sparring for fun. She actually teaches you, better than the actual sword practice teacher if your biased opinion is to be trusted.

But you probably just feel that way because she rewards you with kisses.

It seems like you’re actually winning for a second, about to disarm him, when he seems to get fed up with fighting you and suddenly arcs hard over your head, making you lose your footing and letting him kick you.

You land on your back, groaning and trying to catch your breath.

“That was such a bitchy move,” you mumble. He leans over you, about to kick the sword out of your hand-

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Samuel.”

She holds her spear right under his throat, and he finally seems to look at your face instead of just your blue helmet.

“Shit. Sorry. Sorry, Clarisse, I’m sorry.”

She looks like she’s about to kill him but she just pushes him away.

“I was winning,” you groan. “But then he kicked me.”

She kicks him as he walks away.

You expect her to tug you up and start lecturing you but instead she leans down and throws you over her shoulder.

“Wha- Clarisse!”

“That’s enough for you today,” she says, patting the back of your thigh.

“Clarisse, I swear to Hades, let me down!”

“One second,” she mumbles.

When she places you down on the ground again, you’re leaning against a tree. She grabs your hand, frowning at something.

It’s the smallest cut, barely there, but Clarisse of course acts like it’s the end of the world.

“Does it hurt?”

Your eyes fix on Luke behind her, stalking slowly towards her turned back.

“No, Clar, it’s fine. Now I-”

“I think you should go the nurse.”

Your mouth drops open. “Clarisse, it’s a paper cut!”

“And if it gets infected? Go away, Luke, I can hear you.”

He locks eyes with you but ultimately turns around with a very scared and annoyed look on his face.

“Now do you see why I was all messed up? I knew this was going to happen. You were gonna get hurt, and it was going to be my fault.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Clarisse-”

“But isn’t it? You would have been at the flag if Annabeth hadn’t known how much you mean to me. Instead, you were here. Instead, you were rushing off to go fight someone-”

“I’m not a damsel in distress, Clar!”

She presses her lips together.

“I can fight too. Not as good as you, but I can. I-I don’t want to be weak, I don’t want to rely on your for everything, it’s- it’s embarrassing.”

You didn’t even know you were feeling this way until you felt it. But it’s always been there, you guess. You always watch Clarisse spar and know she could never do anything like that with you. And you thought you were fine with it, and you are fine with having things that you like and things that she likes- but you don’t want to be so useless anymore.

She’s silent for a second.

“I- I get that. I do. But I just don’t know how to tell you I… I love you without showing it. I’m not good at saying it, you know that.”

“Clarisse,” you frown.

She puts her hands on your face.

“You are… the most precious thing in the world to me, Y/N. I really hope you know that.”

You wrap your arms around her neck, you can feel her heart thump from the fight.

“I know that, Clarisse. Of course I know that. You show me every day, I just- I just want to feel like my own person.”

She grips you tighter. “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll teach you to fight. But you have to do it how I say, and you can’t go off and do this-”

You pull back so you can make sure this is real.

“Really?” you smile.

“You have to listen to me, Y/N, and do it slowly, okay-”

“Yes, yes, yes, okay, yes,” you breathe, planting your hands on your face before kissing her. It’s slow, it’s sweet, it’s exactly what you think of when you think of her. You think of the side that’s yours, the side that only you can see.

You break it, leaning down to pick up her spear.

The red team is losing the fight behind you.

“Ok, go win capture the flag. And I’ll stay here. My hand does kinda hurt,” you mumble.

She smiles and kisses your cheek. “Not just a paper cut, huh?”

“Can I still give you a makeover?” you ask as she turns away.

“Maybe!”

—-

y/n: what why did you not recognize me ☹️☹️

clarisse, genuinely terrified: i have no idea what the hell you are talking about please please please don’t take away kissing privileges please please please

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[kroumi]

no cause she's a masc lesbian in my heart you can't change my mind 😓

[kroumi]

New Romantics

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: you and clarisse meet during a capture the flag game, basically the origin story of clar and reader in my other fic “In A Good Way”

a/n: IM SO GLAD EVERYONE LIKES MY CLARISSE FIC ☹️☹️☹️☹️ i have so many planned but i just wanted to say thank you all sm!!!! this one is so silly….. i hope you all enjoy!!

LMK IF YOU WANNA BE ON MY CLARISSE TAGLIST!!!!!!

New Romantics - Taylor Swift

warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of death and blood, insane clarisse bc she gets a LITTLE too into capture the flag, protective clarisse obvi i will never write a fic without her showing up, clarisse makes me SWOON if you couldn’t tell, not proofread we get turned into pine trees like thalia over here, tell me if i missed anything!!

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Your legs ache. You’ve been at Camp Half Blood all your life, but you just spent the entire school year doing absolutely nothing. It was an adjustment. You’re already being forced into the horrible tradition of capture the flag. You met up with your favorite and best friends Jackie and Tyla at the beginning of summer, and you’ve all been attached to the hip ever since.

The three of you thought you could escape to a random part of the woods and skip out.

It’s not like you were lazy, or couldn’t hold your own in a fight- but you had just taken turns doing each others nails yesterday, and it would be such a shame to see them all smudged and broken.

You were on the red team, so you watched as the incomparable Clarisse La Rue ran around instructing everyone what to do- completely skipping past the three of you. Jackie took it to heart, complaining about how she had lasted two minutes sparring with Clarisse once, and she had no right to label all Aphrodite kids as weak and useless.

You remember the night you finally made it to the crest of camp, blood staining your hands, your satyr protector dead on the ground behind you as some monster you didn’t know the name of chased after you.

The three of you thought maybe a nice walk at the edge of the woods would be nice, when suddenly a squadron of the blue team came running out trying to catch you as prisoners. It wasn’t a rule of the game, but it was generally expected that that the winner had more prisoners, or else the victory just didn’t seem right.

The blue team saw Aphrodite kids as easy targets to pick off.

This felt all too familiar to that stormy light, your pounding heart, looking around as everything crashed around you. One of them even jumped down from the freaking trees, and you screamed at the top of your lungs as all three of you sprinted off into different directions.

There was only one chasing behind you, a Hermes kid you didn’t know the name of, but he was fast on your tail.

Just as you had reached the crest of the hill, you screeched at the top of your lungs as you saw four figures in front of you. A satyr. Two girls. One boy.

“Not another one,” the stayr moaned, before beckoning you towards them. You stayed frozen in place. The monster was big and slow, but you could hear it approach.

The boy held out his hand.

“I promise,” he breathed, locking eyes with the smaller girl, maybe a year or two younger than you, before looking up at the older girl. You could tell she was battle hardened, she was ready to win this. “We’ll all make it to camp.”

Both monsters chasing you let out ear-piercing roars, and you quickly slapped your hand into his and sprinted away.

Thalia, you would later learn her name, didn’t survive that night. But you did. Luke did. Annabeth did.

The three of you will forever be bonded by that, even if you’re on different teams in capture the flag. Gods, you wish it was Luke chasing you right now- but it’s not.

You’ve forgotten everything about swords and fighting in exchange for the Russian Revolution and the Periodic Table. You hate school even more in this moment.

He reaches out towards you and you’re distracted by his hand touching your shoulder, heart pounding in your ears, and you trip right over a root and stumble before falling to the ground.

You faintly see the flash of bronze armor pass you, then you suddenly hear a body slam into the ground. You whip around, only to find a girl wearing a red-tipped helmet on top of the boy chasing you.

“Clarisse!” she shouts. “I got him!”

You breathe heavily, watching at the boy yells and tries to buck her off of him, but you faintly remember seeing her constantly around Clarisse. She must be another Ares kid, which means there’s no way she’s letting this Hermes kid gets away.

Clarisse saunters out of the woods on your left, looking between you and the boy on the ground.

You sit up on your hands, watching it all play out, not able to catch your breath.

She smiles, slow, like a cheshire cat.

Gods, why does she have to look like that? Why does she have to smile like that? Why does she have to make you feel this way?

Why doesn’t she just drop the spear and make out with you?

“So, this is the dummy who thinks it’s funny to chase around Aphrodite kids,” she says, slowing walking turns him. The girl holds up his head so he has to look at Clarisse. She places the end of her spear into the dirt. She leans down in front of him. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the Aphrodite cabin is on the red team, right? Right?”

The girl tugs his head up and he winces, but nods.

“And who captains the red team? Cause I think it’s me, isn’t it?”

He’s learned his lesson. He nods quickly, now.

“I’m feeling nice today. Why don’t you apologize to the pretty girl, and maybe I won’t kill you.”

His eyes lock with yours. He says nothing.

“I said apologize, dumbass.”

He glares at Clarisse.

“You’re fucking insane.”

She laughs a bit. “It’s capture the flag, Zander, why are you not getting a little crazy? Chasing after Aphrodite kids is just embarrassing, honestly.”

“Fine,” he spits. “Fucking fine. I’m sorry.”

“Was that so hard?” she coos. She nods, and the girl let’s him go.

Holy Hades if that wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

He runs straight off into the woods after a moment, when he realizes they’re not gonna chase after him, not now at least.

The other girl turns to you. “You ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dust off your knees. “There’s more of them by the edge, just so you know. Just north of the river.”

The girl smiles. “Gods, yes. Fuckin’ love destroying the Hermes cabin.”

Clarisse turns to you. She tilts her head to the side, watching you breath heavily on the ground. She sticks out your hand. Your grab it quick, scared she might pull away, and her hand is so warm and fits perfectly with yours. She pulls you up and you dust off your knees.

The other girl takes off running, following the boy, yelling for Clarisse to hurry up.

She smiles a bit, and you swear to Zeus her cheeks are a little flushed, you swear she looks at your lips for a second.

She brushes her thumbs across her cheek.

“You’ve got some dirt on your face, gorgeous.”

She runs off before you can say anything, electrical spear crackling to life.

Oh, you fucking love capture the flag.

—-

[kroumi]

In A Good Way

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: basically episode two but if clarisse had a gf (so what should have been canon pretty much)

a/n: sorry dior is so fine i had to get the thoughts out this is kinda shitty also but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

In A Good Way - Faye Webster

warnings: some violence, swearing, soft and ooc clarisse but only bc i wholeheartedly believe she is soft only for her gf and i love soft clarisse, i’m insane, cringe, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You watch Clarisse bump into the poor boy.

You’re sitting with your siblings, Tyla and Jackie, but your eyes were drawn to her even across the courtyard. Your eyes are always drawn to her.

She shoulders him hard, then immediately turns around and pushes him straight to the ground. Tyla gasps next to you as he crashes sharply into the dirt.

“Your girlfriend is a literal menace, Y/N,” Jackie scoffs.

“How do you think I feel having to deal with her?”

You really do feel bad for the boy, Percy, you think. Regardless of whether or not he really killed the Minotaur (Clar spent the entire night talking your ear off about how it simply can’t be true) it’s his first day at camp. He’s helpless, to say the least.

Feeling less than your whole life and then finally coming to a place where everyone else is like you, finally getting answers- it’s a shock.

You always feel bad for every new camper. Especially the young and tiny ones like him. Besides, you like his cute blonde hair.

“Oh, haha,” Jackie rolls her eyes. “You love her.”

You start to get up, faking a dramatic sigh, “I do.”

Tyla giggles as you walk away and come into earshot.

“Hey. Knock it off, Clarisse. It’s like his first day, come on.” Luke seems as unimpressed as he always does, slightly apathetic, as another Hermes cabin member tugs Percy up.

“Wait, so, this is the kid who killed the Minotaur. Is that right?” she takes a step forward, a misleading smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Percy says, awkwardly looking around.

“I’ll bet,” she smiles, her eyes lighting up in prospect of someone new to torture. “Look, you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes.”

Her eyes meet yours.

“Clarisse!” you say in a sing-song voice, walking up to her and placing your hand on her shoulder. “He’s, like, twelve.”

“Oh, but he’s strong enough to kill a Minotaur?”

Your eyes lock, her hand brushes your hip, and you get those same cliche butterflies in your stomach you always do when you look at her.

You smile.

You see her eyes soften.

She turns back to Percy after a moment, faking forward, and he flinches so hard he almost falls back.

Her and her Ares siblings laugh, you roll your eyes, and push her away. She walks away, her siblings in tow, and you turn back to Luke.

On Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth’s last stretch to camp, they came across you. Your satyr protector had been killed by a monster protecting you, and Luke had held your hand and promised that all of you were going to make it to camp.

You’ll always have that bond with Luke, even though Clar hates his guts and his best swordsman in camp title.

You place your arm on his shoulder, he slings a loose arm around your waist.

Luke is pretty much the only person who can get away with touching you like this, or else they’ll receive a nice message from Clarisse in the form of a dagger barely missing their face.

“Ares kids,” Luke explains to Percy. “They come by it honestly. You got lucky today. If Y/N hadn’t come around, you probably would have gotten knocked over again.”

“Hi,” you say, sticking out your hand. “I’m Y/N.” Percy shakes your hand, smiling awkwardly.

“She’s Clarisse’s girlfriend and the only thing that stands between the camp and total destruction.”

“Oh,” Percy says, not quite able to hide his surprise and slight disgust. “She seems… nice.”

“Well, if you look like me, she’ll love you. But… I don’t think that’ll happen.”

Percy chuckles a bit.

“Why don’t they bother you?” he asks Luke.

“Ah, they know better,” he says, squeezing you closer to him.

“Yeah, Luke’s the best swordsman in camp,” one of Luke’s siblings says. You can see something in Percy’s eyes, a light that reminds you a bit of Clar.

“So, they stay away from you because, glory? So, if I get glory, Clarisse wouldn’t mess with me either?”

“Exactly,” Luke affirms. You look at him out of the corner of your eye. What the Hades is he teaching him?

“And people think I’m a big deal?”

“Well, sorta-”

“And my dad’s got no choice but to claim me.”

Oh. Your heart squeezes for him.

“You… you can’t force the Gods to do anything,” Luke says, trying not to hurt Percy too much.

“Well, yeah, but… it would make it a lot harder for him to pretend I don’t exist, right?”

“Maybe,” Luke concedes.

“Great. Where do we start?”

You laugh. “Ooh, I like the way you think.” You slip away from Luke, smiling at Percy. “Come find me if you wanna try your hand at some Aphrodite skills.”

—-

You find Clarisse sitting outside her cabin at a picnic table, polishing her spear, her favorite activity.

You sit down next to her.

“Hey, baby,” she murmurs, a bit too entranced with the gift from her father.

“I only have a few minutes before I go to archery, but… I think you’ll enjoy this.” She looks over at you for a second, then right back to the spear. “Don’t make me charmspeak you, La Rue.”

“Okay. Okay, sorry, what?” she sets the spear down in her lap, staring up at you with a smile as if she hadn’t been ignoring you a second ago.

“Percy Jackson wants to find glory so you’ll stop bothering him,” she snorts, “and so his father will have to claim him.”

She hums.

“Well, I like him. I think he’s cute.”

She shoots you a bored look.

“Don’t say horrible things like that.”

You play with a curl hanging over her shoulder. “We both know I’ll say whatever I want.”

“Oh, I know.”

—-

“What happened to you?”

You turn to look at Clarisse’s smirking face.

“What?”

She rolls her eyes. “C’mere,”

You lean forward, across the space between the Aphrodite cabin and the Ares cabin tables. Clarisse puts her hand to your face, thumb tracing along your cheekbone. She pulls back, and you stare at her dirt covered thumb.

“You’re covered in dirt, gorgeous.”

You hurriedly raise your hand up to your face, groaning when your palm does in fact come away covered in dirt.

“Percy is definitely not a child of Apollo,” you mutter.

“What d’you mean?” Clarisse asks, handing you a few extra napkins as you begin to wipe off your face, a spot on your shirt you had noticed.

“Luke’s taking him around, trying to figure out what he’s got a talent for. It was funny, actually, he shot the arrow over all of us on the side and we all went crashing into the ground.”

She doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do.

“It was an accident, Clar!” you say, all sing-song again.

“Oh, I’m sure it was. Exactly why I don’t believe he killed that Minotaur.”

“Adrenaline makes even mortals do crazy things.”

“You don’t kill a Minotaur with adrenaline,” she hisses.

—-

Capture the Flag is held the next day. Clarisse and two of her siblings have been particularly pissed off all morning, and no matter how much you bug her, she only says “you’ll see” in this horribly nerve-wracking tone.

You have the same job you do every game. Sit in front of the flag, and charmspeak anyone who tries to come near it.

You’re decent with a bow, okay with a sword, but this is one area where you really shine, where you can really help.

After the first game, the blue team has learned to wear ear plugs when they come near you. But you’re like a siren, you come around and take out their ear plugs anyways. They’re scared to touch you, because one of the Ares kids will run right off to Clarisse, and she tells you all the time that she’d rather lose dessert privileges for a month then see you with one scratch.

Chiron stands imposingly on the large rock at the start of the small river that divides the two halves of the woods.

“The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor.”

You know these rules by heart.

Ever since your first Game, the day you met Clarisse, you’ve loved them. You’re not the most violent person, nothing near Clar and her insatiable thirst for competition, but there’s just something about the game.

She walks forward through the sea of red-marked armor, digging her spear into the ground and glaring at what you can only assume to be Percy Jackson.

“Any magical items you may possess are permitted as well. Every camper who is not injured has to play. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged.”

You suppress a laugh at that rule. That one was only implemented a few games ago, right after the one where you had been taken prisoner and tied with vines to a tree. When Clar had heard, she actually almost murdered a few kids and maimed some more.

Although it made keeping prisoners a little awkward, Chiron had proclaimed it was in everyone’s best interests.

“Let the games begin!” he shouts, the conch blows, and the entire team screams in a terrifying war cry.

The blue team bangs their shields and weapons together, and now you have 20 minutes before game on.

Clarisse is the captain of your team, of course. She marches around barking orders to everyone, as if their positions aren’t already drilled into their heads.

“Hey Clar,” you say. You’re surrounded by a few Ares kids, a few other good fighters, ready to protect the flag and by extension you- with their lives.

Capture the flag games are taken seriously.

She looks at the red flag in your hands, smiling in that smug way she always does. She doesn’t smile this way when it’s just you and her, but you can still see the softness in her eyes even know. With Clarisse, her emotions are all about the eyes.

“You all know what you’re doing?” she asks. All the kids behind you nod. “Good,” she smirks, starting to walk away.

“Are you hunting in your usual woods today?” you ask, heading in the same direction as her.

She smiles, a full toothy grin.

“Oh, baby, I have something even better planned.”

Clarisse is not one to change the strategy.

You can’t get it out of your head what she’s been saying about Percy.

“If you kill someone, I’m killing you.”

She just smiles.

—-

One of the kids holds the flag from up on a rock, acting like a lookout. You lean against that rock, your armor digging into your thighs at the awkward angle, waiting for someone to come. Everyone else surrounds you in the flag, in battle stances.

The conch blew about 20 minutes ago, and you should be seeing someone soon.

“I think Luke’s coming,” Corey, the Apollo kid lookout says.

“Of course he is,” you mutter. He’s always in charge of getting the flag, because he’s not afraid to touch you. Clarisse knows he’s just your friend, or else he probably would have been dead by now. They emerge from the woods, not bothering to try for stealth, all in defensive positions.

Everyone lets you take the lead. You understand why Clarisse loves power. It’s addicting, it’s like lightening in your veins.

“Hi, Luke,” you smile.

He can’t hear you, but he returns the smile.

“You’re all going to turn around and walk 300 feet in the other direction.”

Luke sighs as one of the kids actually turns and walks away, heeding your command. Everyone else has their earplugs in tight, but it always gets one or two of them.

You roll your eyes. “You always make this so difficult, Luke.”

You walk towards him, maybe you can surprise him and rip the ear plugs out of your ear, but he suddenly springs his leg out so you trip, slamming into the ground and getting a face full of dirt.

“Bitch,” you mumble, ready to get up. Suddenly, a Hermes girl throws herself on top of you, slapping a hand over your mouth.

As soon as you hit the ground, the fight erupts around you.

“You can’t do this, Luke, it’s against the rules!” you screech, but it’s muffled through the girls thick leather gloves.

Matty, one of Clar’s siblings sighs heavily. “Fuckin’ hate this dude,” he mumbles. “Marjorie, go get Clarisse.”

The girl runs off, and Matty adjusts his helmet.

“Don’t know why you do this to yourself, man.”

Luke kneels down in front of you while you scream obscenities next to his name. He makes a big show of taking out his earplugs before ruffling your hair.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

He whips around and his sword immediately clashes with Matty’s, and they’re locked in a flurry of metal clashing and glinting in the sunlight. Matty is really good, probably bested only by Clarisse, but Luke is still the best swordsman in camp.

He puts up a valiant fight, but Luke disarms him.

Your back is really, really starting to hurt like this.

It’s whirlwind, but there were more blue team then red team, and sometimes sheer number beats out even the best of the Ares cabin.

They grab the flag and run for the beach.

The girl waits for another moment until one of the Ares kids points his sword at her.

“You’re really gonna want to let her go,” Matty says. She stands up and books it, following her team.

“Eat dirt!” you scream as she runs away, but she still has her earplugs in.

Matty helps you up.

“Clarisse’s gonna kill us all.”

“I hate Luke Castellan. I hate him, I hate him, I wish him nothing but pain and suffering.”

Matty claps your shoulder.

“Hey, at least we all get to watch Clarisse beat up the Hermes cabin at sword practice tomorrow.”

And you do like seeing Clar fight, the way she’s so focused and truly in her element, sweat making her skin glisten in the sunlight…

“That will be fun,” you concede. Matty laughs, and you all make your way down to the beach.

—-

The scream scares you.

All the kids around you jump up with their swords, thinking a monster had somehow made its way near camp, but you recognize that voice.

“Clarisse,” you mumble, feeling frozen.

“What?” Matty asks, his eyes scanning the forest. “What’d you say?”

“Clarisse,” you repeat, breaking off into a run towards the sound of it, towards the beach.

“Clar- wait, Y/N!”

But you’re already long gone.

—-

You make it to the beach a minute after the conch sounded, the blue team having won, making it just in time to see the blue trident appear over Percy’s head. You can barely even register the fact that he’s a forbidden child, your eyes immediately finding Clar’s siblings, the ones she was supposed to be hunting with today.

“Hey, hey,” you breathe out, almost slamming into one of them. “W-where’s Clarisse? I heard her scream-”

You love her so much it’s like your heart will break if you even think about her being hurt. It always seems like Clar is the one who loves you more, only because of her proud and overprotective nature, but really you love her just as much.

You just never have the opportunity to threaten to kill someone like she does for you. She does that all on her own.

“Oh, uh, she went that way,” he points in the direction of a barely there path, heading into the woods and back to camp.

“Great, thanks!” you shout, already running after her.

You catch up with her after a minute, your gaze landing on her practically stomping through the woods. She’s angry. She’s angry, why?

“Clar!” you shout, and she whips around, standing still while you sprint over to her. “Clarisse, Clarisse, are you hurt? I-I heard you scream-”

You run your hands up and down her arms, and after a tense second of her staring at the ground, she puts her hands on your hips.

“I’m not hurt, I’m fine.”

She looks like she’s about to cry. But you know she won’t ever let herself cry, won’t ever let herself be perceived as weak.

You wrap your arms and let her put her face in your neck. She’s almost shaking with how angry she is, her fingers digging into your hips, and she stops herself and lets go before she can hurt you.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. You’re not sure what happened. But she screamed like that, not like she was scared, but like she had just lost something. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” She says into your neck, simple, and you respect it.

“Okay, well, let’s go back to your cabin. You’re not gonna believe the day I had. Will it make you happy to know I give you permission to beat up Luke?”

She looks up at you with skeptical eyes. You both ignore the tears staining her cheeks. “Really?” she asks, slightly hopeful, even through all her anger and sadness.

“Come on,” you smile, letting go of her and sliding you hand into hers. She meets your pace and wraps her arm around your waist. She doesn’t tell you she loves you, but you know.

—-

You flop down onto Clar’s bed. She’s technically not old enough to be the head counselor, but she basically is in everything but name. That means she gets the best bunk. On the second floor loft, where there’s only enough space for single beds, meaning she doesn’t have to deal with bunk beds, all the way in the corner for a little privacy.

She stands in front of you, slipping off her shoes, and your reach forward to work at the knots of her breastplate.

She stares at you until the armor is lose around her, and she lifts it up over her head and leaves it haphazardly on the ground.

You lay flat, stretching your aching back, and Clar leans over you to help you take off your armor. You probably don’t even need armor, but Clarisse is overprotective by nature, by blood. It makes her feel better, and it really doesn’t bother you much. She lifts it over your head, letting the metal crash into the floor before laying down next to you.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m supposed to be here for you but I’m so tired, and my back hurts so bad…”

She laughs. You smile, and it falls into comfortable silence.

“Can I really beat up Luke?” she says after a second.

You open your eyes and she’s laying on her side, propped up her arm and staring at you.

“Oh, you can.”

“Why?” she asks, still not quite believing you.

“Okay, so, Luke comes over, right. And you know, I try to charmspeak them but only one of them goes. I walk over to Luke and he fucking trips me! It was so embarrassing, baby, I literally ate shit.”

She smiles and puts her arm around your waist, tugging you closer to her.

“Then, some girl tackles me before I can get up, and puts her hand over my mouth so I can’t do anything. Which first of all, is completely against the rules, and second of all, it really hurt my back! Then, then, Luke has the audacity to say ‘Oh, thanks Y/N!’ and ruffles my hair, like? I swear to Gods, I just want him to… well, I don’t know. Suffer.”

“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” she mutters into the top of your head. “I’ll make sure he’s unrecognizable.”

You smile. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Clarisse. Who would defend my honor and fight my battles?”

She seems sort of placid, tired, like she’s just a still lake reacting to your body wading in deeper. It’s almost like she’s gonna fall asleep, and she’s always tired after capture the flag, so it’s not unusual.

“I’d be there,” she mutters, her eyes closed.

You’re both silent for a few more minutes, just the two of you together, her strong arm around you, the way it’s always meant to be.

“He’s a son of Poseidon. Did you see?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “I saw.”

“It’s not fair,” she says, like the child she never got to be. “I spend so much time, so much time trying to make him proud- it took months for him to claim me and he gets claimed on, what, his third day?”

Her head lands on your chest, your hands smoothing down her hair.

She touches the necklace she gave you months ago, bringing it out from under your shirt, the simple chain with the pretty charm that looks like a spear. More so an arrow, but it’s supposed to be her spear.

“He broke it,” she whispers.

“Broke what?”

She sits up a little higher, her hands reaching behind you and undoing the clasp on your necklace. You haven’t even taken it off since she put it on you, so of course she would be the one to take it off.

“He broke my spear.”

“Oh, Clarisse…” she stares at the necklace before folding it up tightly in her palm. She breathes out as she lays back down on your chest, her legs entwining with yours, your hand back in her curls.

“The Hephaestus kids can fix it, but it won’t be electrical anymore.”

You don’t say anything. Most people would say “it’s better than nothing” but you’re demigods with absent divine parents.

Clarisse didn’t tell you it was better than nothing to at least be claimed by Aphrodite when one of your siblings got a magic item from her. She didn’t try and tell you “maybe someday” when you cried in her arms.

Because more often then not, you’ll die before your godly parent even claims you. More kids die on their way to Camp Half-Blood then Chiron would like to admit.

And what would the Gods do? Nothing. They would do nothing about it, because they don’t care.

Clarisse doesn’t cry, but you know she wants to, and you let her know that she can cry if she wants to. She can, if she has to. You’d never turn her away.

If she hasn’t realized already, you’re in this for the long run.

—-

Clarisse fell asleep in your arms, then pulled you back when you tried to go back to your own cabin, and you figured Chiron wouldn’t mind this once.

She finally let you go after you screamed that she couldn’t kiss you before you brushed your teeth, mumbling about how you’re depriving her.

When you meet up with her again, she has her sword in hand and her armor strapped tight to her body.

It was just a great big coincidence that the Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares and Demeter cabins all had sword practice at the same times. Clarisse looked all too happy at being able to get out some anger from yesterday, because sparring is the only way Clar has to work out the intense feelings she inherited from her father.

“So, who should I metaphorically kill?”

“Ooh, big word,” you tease. She grabs your chin, making you look at her, but she’s smiling too much for it to be a threat.

“C’mon, baby, who?”

“Luke. And…” you point, “That’s the girl who tackled me. Oh, and that’s the boy who fought Corey and got the flag. I don’t know his name.”

“‘Cause he’s irrelevant,” she says. You hum. “You just wait right here, gorgeous, enjoy the show.” She winks before sauntering off in the girls direction, smiling in that misleading way, asking her if she wants to spar.

You beckon Jackie and Tyla over to you, who both seem unimpressed.

“Please don’t tell me you put Clarisse up to attacking the Hermes cabin,” Tyla sighs.

“I didn’t put her up to anything. She did it all on her own.”

“Oh, sure she did,” Jackie rolls her eyes.

“Don’t act like you all aren’t gonna enjoy it.”

Tyla meets your eyes, then Jackie’s.

“Sorry, Jacks, it’s, like, really entertaining!”

You all laugh as Clar leads the girl into the circle, laughing even harder when she disarms her after a minute. The boy who took the flag barely lasts 45 seconds.

When Luke walks up to her, she throws her sword down and tackles him. You give her a minute before you pull her off.

—-