#dior goodjohn oneshot

[symp4nat]

heyo!! Can you write a clarisse x apollo reader fic where everything reader tries to write or draw it ends up being about her. Some of her siblings saw it and began teasing her about it. Eventually, Clarisse finds out about it and tries to draw reader and give it toher, shes all shy about it bait doesn't look that good but reader doesn't care and loves it anyway, also they get together

thanks :)

Crayons

clarisse la rue x reader

warnings - wee bit suggestive

Your girlfriend lingered somewhere around camp, you already had asked her to give you space. No, you weren't in an argument, you just wanted some alone time. To draw.

Usually, you'd draw at night time, in the dimness of the moonlight, but recently, that wouldn't suffice. Daylight was undoubtedly the appropriate time to do something like this, but the fear that you'd get caught had you in shambles.

You were a singer, a poet, a songwriter. Although you usually could write without a muse, you couldn't imagine a life without Clarisse as your muse now. Except, you couldn't stop. It was like Clarisse was your favourite candy, you were addicted.

Everything you did had a secret connotation that somehow led back to her. She was the emblem of your creativity.

"Hey, you," Clarisse said excitedly as she barged into your cabin and plopped onto your bed. Anddd.... your gentle moment of bliss had dissipated. Her head leaned onto your shoulder and you tucked your notebook away while leaning your cheek onto her head.

Your fingers managed to find a way to intertwine themselves with hers and you mumbled, "How was your day?" She shrugged and hummed in response. Her legs entangled with yours and she straddled your lap and your eyes widened.

Clarisse quickly grabbed your notebook and rolled off of you. You gasped and lunged onto her to grab it. A few of your siblings walked in and they looked at you in surprise, in shock; they had assumed the worst. "No, I swear," you exclaimed.

They giggled out and one of your younger siblings grasped the notebook from Clarisse, "Hope you don't have dad's luck with love."

With a gasp, your notebook was snatched from your siblings as they observed it dramatically. Clarisse's eyes skimmed over the pages that fell open and you closed it before you could embarrass yourself even further. You stuffed the notebook in a lockbox and shooed your siblings out.

A sigh left your lips and you rested your head on Clarisse's chest. "Shut up," you groaned as you felt her about to say something.

-

A rare sight was met as big, bad Clarisse sat at the Arts & Crafts table with all the younger kids. She was also interacting with them, happily. Which wasn't usual.

A pack of crayons sat next to a paper on the table she was at and she didn't spare a glance at the people sending awful, judgmental stares.

Her new friends helped her scribble on the white sheet of printer paper. She showed the paper proudly to all the kids and they cheered. Clarisse leaped up and ran to the Apollo cabin. She opened the door and shoved the paper in your face. "Look," she said excitedly.

You beamed and held the paper away from your face to examine it. It was a drawing of you and her, holding hands. It looked like an eight year old drew it, but she did, your eight year old drew it, your Clarisse.

A soft, bubbly laugh erupted from your throat and you thanked her. You pinned it up on your headboard as she rambled, "I.. um... sorry if it's bad, I tried and the kids helped me, I just thought it's a good little gif-"

She was cut off by your lips on hers and she melted into your embrace. "It's cute, I love it, I love you. Thank you," you mumbled against her lips.

[asvterias]

𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

back to the main masterlist

*please be aware that these categories are organized by oldest to newest! also the blank ones means they’re a work in progress!*

*also if dior says she doesn’t like fanfictions about her, then i will delete this. i don’t wanna overstep any boundaries and make her uncomfortable.*

drabbles:

Let Me Love You

oneshots:

Lazy Day & Live Streams

headcannons:

none yet!

[blogfromneptune]

MELODIC HEALING

PAIRING clarisse la rue x apollodaughter!reader

IN WHICH clarisse and her siblings got a bit carried away during their sparing matches. lucky for clarisse, her girlfriend has gentle hands and a way with magic.

w/c : 1275

a/n : dior. that’s it… enjoy :)

sweat dripped from her brow as clarisse walked through camp. her siblings had ropped her into yet another sparing tournament which she won with ease. she was rather annoyed, to be frank. she loved her siblings, yes. she also loved battles. but she had plans to wake up early to properly freshen up and take her girlfriend for a walk after breakfast.

instead, she was awoken by the sound of an argument between her siblings; two of the newer members of the cabin arguing about gods knows what. that put her on a bad foot to begin with. she spent the time she could have had getting ready dealing with them and barking at them to clean up their mess. breakfast was anything but what she wanted. she scraped her offerings into the fire silently praying to her father to show up and tell her siblings off, before she walked back to her table where her brothers were beginning to arm wrestle.

one of their arms landed in her food and instead of yelling and knocking them right then and there, she slid her now squashed food away from her, stood up, and walked away.

when one of her sisters asked if she wanted to spar, she was already fuming with her cabin, so she agreed. it didn’t take long for all her siblings to be groaning on the floor, battered and bruised. clarisse stood tall above them, her face neutral and sweaty. she tossed her spear at her newest little brother, who caught it with ease. “make sure they see one of the apollo kids, or something.” and with that, she was off to find her apollo kid.

she heard her before she saw her. the sweet humming of her girlfriend brought a small smile onto the face of the daughter of ares. the apollo cabin came into view, and there she was, sitting with her older brother, will, and one of her new younger sisters. she was doing her hair, a variation of braids and twists that she somehow made look gorgeous.

her girlfriend was humming a tune as will laid beside her, an old, beaten cowboy hat covering his face and his green flannel covering his body as a blanket.

“…she brought this on herself with her desires. Your family will be stained, gotta walk away… now.” clarisse stood off to the side for a bit, listening to whatever melody her girlfriend was singing now, until she caught her eye.

a smile grew on the daughter of apollos face as she was sticking flowers in her sister's hair, but her smile faltered.

clarisse was quick to raise her hands, grazing her face with her fingertips. she winced as they made contact with the large gash she had forgotten about. she knew she was going to get an earful…

will groaned and raised his hat a bit, peeking out when his sister stopped her tune. he made eye contact with clarisse and the ever-noticeable mark on her face. he hissed, sitting up and gripping his flannel.

“come on, skipper. let’s leave sis with her uh…” will trailed off, deciding to leave it at that. he took his new little sisters' upper arms and pulled her up, managing to get her on his back. they quickly retreated into their cabin.

clarisse was careful with her steps, biting the inside of her cheeks.

this big, scary woman, looked up to by many campers and also feared by many campers, felt scared of her sweet little sunshine girlfriend…

who could probably kill her with a single note if she wanted to.

she mounted the steps, her girlfriend looking away from her as she tidied up the elastics and ribbons. her cowboy hat rested on the armrest of the rocking chair she sat in. it was a gift from will for her 18th. it matched her perfectly; a nice beige colour with a baby pink ribbon wrapped around it and tiny string embroidery of daisies and sunflowers.

she grabbed it gingerly and placed it over her wind-messed hair. she wordlessly stood up and looked at clarisse.

clarisse clenched her teeth into an awkward smile, “hey baby -”

“clarisse la rue.”

shit.

“hun, i’m sorry -”

“let me have a look at you,” the daughter of apollo whispered, coming up on her tiptoes and taking her girlfriend's face in between her hands. she turned it side to side, up and down, examining every inch.

clarisse allowed it, bending down and looking up to the sky. she knew how much the ray of sunshine hated when she fought others. whether it be verbal or physical, it didn’t matter. clarisse tried to stop the habit once they became official, but sometimes it was hard to avoid.

and since she hadn’t gone on any quest, she didn’t have a good reason this time.

the daughter of apollo took one of her girlfriend's hands, bringing her over and sitting her in the rocking chair she had been in only minutes ago. clarisse groaned as she sat, the aching of her muscles from this morning finally catching up to her.

she watched her girlfriend go inside her cabin and then come out with a little box she had grown to recognize as the official first aid kit of the apollo cabin. she knelt in front of her and gestured for her to lean forward, which clarisse did.

with no warning, she placed a cotton pad with alcohol on it to her cheek. clarisse flinched and hissed, the liquid feeling as though it was sizzling on her flesh.

“don’t be a baby,” her girlfriend whispered, hiding the little smile on her face as she looked down to grab another cotton pad.

“‘m not being a baby.” clarisse sounded like she was pouting. she would never act this way around anyone. but the girl in front of her brought out a completely different side of her.

she adored it.

clarisse closed her eyes, letting her girlfriend hum a small tune and the gash beginning to glow. it was like the scene from rapunzel- the movie clarisse was forced to see at gunpoint (gunpoint = her girlfriend's smile and puppy dog eyes).

she felt the wound begin to close in on itself. it was still a weird feeling, despite having experienced it many times before.

“there.” clarisse opened her eyes. the first aid kit was packed up and placed next to the entrance to the cabin. her cheek didn’t hurt anymore and all that remained was a faint scar that would heal by morning.

“thank you,” clarisse grinned but it didn’t help her situation. her girlfriend raised a brow, expecting her to explain.

she sighed and reached for her arm, her own calloused and bruised hand feeling as though it was tainting the delicacy of the sun gods daughter. “just a little tournament. had to let out some anger.” clarisse’ voice was low.

the daughter of apollo took a small step, her western-style cowboy boots clacking against the ground. both she and will came from southern families, but she never showed it until she got comfortable in camp. now she didn’t hide the slight ting of an accent she had or her love for the southern style.

“i don’t like it when you fight,” she said lowly, standing in front of clarisse and both her hands wrapped in hers. clarisse brought them up and grazed her lips on her knuckles, the faint smell of flower hand sanitizer filling her nose.

“i know… i’m sorry, sunshine.” when clarisse glanced up, her girlfriend was smiling down at her. just like the sun looked down on the earth.

[lyzsaphrodite]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟI Love You, I Promise :⋆*･ﾟ

Summer DaCosta x fem!reader

synopsis: After Bella die you and Summer break up because it was so hard on the both of you. But during your trip to Ghost Island where you have to share a bed and a failed game of charlie charlie brings feelings back to the light.

warnings: angst, one bed, and ghosts

a/n: hey guys I'm back and finally posting the Summer fic I've been writing since feburary. I had terrible writers block then forgot about it. This definitely isn't the best but I wanted to get it out to y'all because you guys have been waiting months.

wc: 1.7k

It's been a couple of months since you and Summer broke up. You guys broke up tight after Bella passed away. Bella was the one who got you two together in the first place. She knew you both had liked each other since the seventh grade, but were too scared to confess to each other and risk ruining your friendship. Eventually Bella convinced both of you to go to Winter Formal together sophomore year which led to more dates and finally you guys got together. Bella was one of your best friends, so when she died it was like a piece of you died. It was like that for everyone in the friend group. It was like with this piece missing, your heart didn't know how to act and neither did Summer’s. Which resulted in her snapping at you that then turned into a bad fight which resulted in a break up. _____________________________ Now you are on the boat to Ghost Island. Bella always wanted you all to go there together, with or without her. So that's what you were doing. Currently Summer and Leo are acting out the titanic, Ferris is hitting on Summer’s older cousin, and Kayla is sitting next to you. You finally reached the Island and arrived at the Veil Hotel. . Bella had always talked about visiting this eerie island with her friends, and despite her absence, you were determined to honor her memory by making this trip.

The evening was tinged with a sense of unease. The old hotel’s faded elegance seemed to echo with the ghosts of the past. As the night descended, you all made your way to the grand hotel suite you had reserved. The excitement of exploring the grand old building quickly turned into confusion as you entered the suite and realized something was off.

The suite was beautifully decorated, but there was a problem—there were not enough beds to accommodate everyone comfortably. The realization dawned on the group as you began unpacking.

“I thought we had more rooms,” Leo said, frowning as he surveyed the space.

“It must be a mistake,” Summer said, her voice tinged with frustration as she looked around. “There’s no way we can all fit.”

Ferris, ever the opportunist, quipped, “Looks like we’re going to have to get cozy.”

You and Summer exchanged glances. The arrangement meant that you two would have to share a bed—a prospect that felt like a cruel twist of fate given your unresolved issues.

“I can’t believe I have to share a bed with Summer,” you muttered, a mix of disbelief and frustration in your tone.

Kayla tried to diffuse the tension. “We can figure this out. It’s only for a few nights.”

The group made the best of the situation, setting up makeshift sleeping arrangements in the living area and trying to adapt to the unexpected scenario. You and Summer, though, were left with the task of facing the reality of sharing a bed.

As the night fell, you both tried to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped space. The bed felt smaller than it had before, the physical closeness a stark reminder of the emotional distance between you. Every rustle of the sheets and every shift in position felt amplified, and the silence between you was heavy with unspoken words.

Hours passed, and the emotional exhaustion from the day began to take its toll. The discomfort of the bed and the tension between you seemed to fade as sleep overtook you. In the quiet of the night, the proximity and shared warmth became a comfort rather than a burden.

You awoke the next morning to the surprising and intimate reality of being wrapped in Summer’s arms. Her body was pressed against yours, her breath warm on your neck. For a moment, you lay still, absorbing the closeness and the odd sense of peace it brought. The shared bed had, in the quiet hours of the night, become a cocoon where the walls between you felt softer.

Summer stirred beside you, her eyes blinking open. The realization of the situation seemed to hit her instantly. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly pulled away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Oh, um, good morning,” she stammered, her voice tinged with awkwardness. “Sorry about that.”

You turned to face her, trying to mask your frustration with a sigh. “Seriously, Summer? We’re sharing a bed. It happened while we were asleep. It’s fine.”

Summer looked at you with a mix of relief and lingering awkwardness. “I just... I didn’t want to overstep boundaries, you know? Things have been weird between us.”

You shook your head, your tone softening. “It’s okay. Just... let’s not make this more complicated than it is.”

Throughout the day, there was an unspoken tension between you and Summer that everyone in the group seemed to notice. Conversations felt stilted, and the usual camaraderie of the group was overshadowed by the weight of the unresolved issues between you two. You both tried to act normally, but the awkwardness was palpable, affecting the dynamics of the group.

After the ghostly encounters and attempts to connect with Bella, the group decided to try something different. They decided to play a game of Charlie Charlie, but with a twist—invoking Bella’s spirit. The mood was a mix of apprehension and hope as everyone gathered in the hotel’s grand living area, setting up the game in the center of the room.

The planchette was carefully placed on the notebook, the words “Yes” and “No” written out. You all took your places, hands trembling slightly as you prepared to ask questions.

“Bella, are you here with us?” Summer asked, her voice wavering with a mix of hope and anxiety.

The planchette moved slowly, settling on “Yes.” A collective breath was held as you all exchanged glances, the tension of the day momentarily forgotten in the face of this new attempt to connect with Bella.

“Bella, are you happy we’re here?” Kayla asked next. The planchette moved again to “Yes.”

The group continued asking questions, hoping to find some comfort or guidance. Then Summer, with a trembling voice, asked, “Bella, who am I in love with?”

The planchette moved, its path deliberate and unyielding. It stopped, pointing directly at Leo. The room fell into a heavy silence. Summer’s face fell, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of confusion and hurt. She stared at the board, unable to comprehend the message. “This isn’t Bella,” she said softly, her voice cracking with emotion.

Unable to bear the weight of the moment, Summer abruptly stood up and left the room in a hurry. The sound of her footsteps echoed down the hall, leaving behind a tense silence.

You quickly followed after her, your heart pounding as you navigated the dimly lit corridors of the hotel. You found her in the hallway, leaning against the wall, her face buried in her hands. Her body shook with silent sobs.

“Why did you ask that question?” you demanded, your voice sharp with frustration. “If you didn’t want Leo to know, you shouldn’t have asked.”

“That’s the thing though!” Summer snapped back, her voice rising with a mix of desperation and anger. “I’m not in love with Leo. I’m in love with you. God, you’re so stupid, Y/N!”

Her outburst was a mix of frustration and vulnerability, the raw emotion in her declaration cutting through your already fragile heart. You turned away, unable to keep the tears at bay, and headed to Kayla’s room. The comfort of her presence was a small solace, but it wasn’t enough to erase the hurt.

When you entered Kayla’s room, she looked up with concern but didn’t press you for details. You lay on her bed, curling up in an attempt to find some semblance of peace. Kayla offered a reassuring hand on your shoulder before quietly leaving the room, giving you the space you needed.

Later, Summer knocked on Kayla’s door, her face a canvas of regret and weariness. Kayla gave you a sympathetic look before stepping out, leaving you alone with Summer.

"I need to talk to you," Summer said, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Her eyes were red from crying, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy she usually exuded.

You looked at her, your heart aching at the sight of her distress. "Okay," you replied quietly, trying to steady your emotions.

Summer took a deep breath, her hands wringing together nervously. "I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ve been lost since everything happened. I’ve been trying to keep it together, but I'm messed up."

You remained silent, listening intently as Summer struggled to find the right words.

"I love you," she finally said, her voice breaking. "I love you, and I’m so sorry. I should’ve never ended things like that. I was scared and angry and... I didn’t know how to handle it. But I love you, and I want to make things right."

The sincerity in her voice, the raw emotion in her eyes, cut through the confusion and hurt you had been feeling. Your own tears began to fall, mingling with the tears of regret and longing in Summer’s eyes.

"I miss you, too," you said, your voice choked with emotion. "It’s been so hard without you."

Summer’s eyes softened as she took a step closer, her hands reaching out to yours. "I know," she whispered. "I know I made mistakes, and I’m sorry. I want to fix things between us. I want to be with you."

In that moment, the pain and confusion seemed to melt away, replaced by a fragile hope for reconciliation. You embraced each other, holding on tightly as if trying to anchor yourselves in the midst of the storm. The past was painful, but in each other’s arms, you found a glimmer of healing and a promise of rebuilding what had been lost.

def not my best work I swear my Clarisse fic will be better

taglist: @asvterias , @mira-belcul18 , @ang5289 , @symp4nat

[cosmopretty]

HI idk if you remember but we used to DM on wattpad and I was like your biggest fan bro 😭 I miss your dior goodjohn books and oneshots 🙏🙏

AHHHHHHHHH OMFG I REMBER YOU OMFG WE USED TO PLAY ROBLOX GIRLLLLLLL

I’m waiting for the PERCY JACKSON ERA to come back and best believe ima be writing for them

HRU

[mo0nwalker]

about me.

hello! here's a bit of info about yours truly. certified yapper, music enthusiast, the eldest daughter, random emoji user. i'm literally one of the coolest (lamest) people you'll ever come across. guys if I write fics/oneshots, whatever, would you read it??

interests--shows/movies; supernatural, x-men, IT (2017), broadchurch (has anyone else except for middle-aged people watch this?? I need to know), the mighty ducks, twd, Ghostbusters, the outsiders, harry potter (does marauders count for this section? prolly not), stranger things, criminal minds, Percy Jackson.

pop culture: music; literally anything. metal (nu, thrash, heavy, black etc.), 80s pop, rock, punk, new wave. (check out my Spotify on my soon to come carrd). any fashion ranging from late 1800s-2000s. I read!

celebs; paget brewster, mmg, hugh jackman, any metallica members (INCLUDING RON?? WHERES THE LOVE FOR HIM??), dior goodjohn (my gf! real!), j2m, david tennant. (probably lots more that I forgot to add because I'm writing this at 11:10pm my time :3)

[symp4nat]

Curly Girl Method

clarisse la rue x curlyhaired!fem!reader

@theyfwseni

Clarisse sat behind you and you were patiently sat on the floor. Her hand ran through your hair and she poured some water in it. "This okay so far, mamas," she gently questioned.

You were glad you were facing away from her as you started blushing. You nodded and Clarisse groaned. "You're messing up the hair," she complained.

You giggled and said softly, "You sure you aren't an Aphrodite girl?" She laughed with you and then said sternly, "You wanna determine that? I'm good with my spear." With a roll of your eyes, you quipped, "And you're good with your hands, pretty girl, finish the hair."

A smile crawled onto her face and she said gently, "Thank you for letting me do this." You shrugged as she continued detangling your hair. "So what you do is wash your hair, right? And you did that, so good job. Then you gotta add some conditioner and detangle, which I'm doing right now."

You pulled your legs to your chest. "C'mon, sunshine, remember what this is called," Clarisse asked to keep you entertained.

Your eyes wandered and a lightbulb went off in your head. "Curly Girl Method!" Your girlfriend beamed proudly and squeezed your shoulder. "There we go!"

Clarisse grabbed a tube of white cream and you looked at it. "Smells good," you noted. She hummed and said, "This is curl cream, and it helps you style your hair." She put some on her hand and then transferred it into your hair.

"Then you gotta scrunch it, like this," she grabbed a cheval mirror and set it up in front of you and demonstrated how to do it. You tried to do it by yourself while Clarisse wiped her hands and they slowly sneaked to grab her phone. One of her hands grabbed your jaw and turned your head towards her whereas the other pointed at the camera.

She smirked as she noticed the slight blush on your face. Her lips met yours passionately as your lips moved against each other. It wasn't the longest kiss ever, but to you both, it felt like ages.

She quickly snapped a picture and pulled back, leaving you whining. "I'm still not done, love," she whispered. Your whines were almost tempting as you complained, "Then don't be done, finish what we started first." Her lips burst out into a laugh as she said, "Mhm, this is what we started."

You rolled your eyes and she showed you the final step. "Lastly, we have to dry, you gotta use this thing called a diffuser to dry your hair. It's supposed to not make your curls go flat."

You clapped excitedly as Clarisse declared she was done. "Look at you lookin' all pretty, right, mamas?"

Your eyes ran over her through the long mirror in front of you. She had just finished exercising, so she was wearing only a sports bra and leggings. A smirk grew on her face as she noticed you checking her out. She leaned down and wrapped one arm around your neck, so it looked like she put you in a chokehold and kissed your cheek while she snapped a picture with the other hand.

After the picture was taken, she cooed, "Oh, baby, look at these...." She showed the pictures and you looked back up at the mirror. "I think you need'a get rid off all the lipstick marks on my neck," you laughed.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "C'mon, sunshine! It's hot, so people know you're mine," she shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, we know," one of your siblings groaned and you flipped them off with a loving smile up at Clarisse.

[symp4nat]

Headcanons Pt5.

dior goodjohn x you

adores renee rapp

soft voice dior in the morning >>>>>>>>

being hyper with her

she likes chase atlantic???????????? i have something inapropriate to say but imma keep it to myself

helping her remember things

helping her choose her nail colourrrr

she always quotes tiktok audios

music always in ur house

the weeknd especially

helping her make a hair care routine

ADORING HER CUTE LIL NOSE SCRUNCH

making her watch edits all the time

"dior look i found this edit, look, look!" *shoves phone in her face*

"oh- oh okay!"

will break out into song

makes u do a skincare routine

going to bed either late or early

clingy as shit when shes sleepy/sick

[symp4nat]

Can you do a oneshot for Dior x reader for Dior’s birthday since her birthday is tomorrow

Dior Goodjohn Birthday Headcanons

a/n: im so lazy to make a one shot bc I got my nails done :( so here's this

-youll make her breakfast

-adorable little smile from her when she wakes up.

"do I smell pancakes?*

-going out and spoiling her

-SPA DAY

-get ur nails done tg

-get her hair done for her party

-party w all her family and friends

-will be so happy bc your present

-if u make something handmade, there would be some melting and almost tears

"Thank you, baby.* -dior

-And then she'll proceed to hug you tight and smush her face in your neck

[symp4nat]

Snapchat P2

dior goodjohn x reader

[symp4nat]

Headcanons pt4.

dior goodjohn x reader

loves helping and watching u make food

tries to distract you from cooking

youre convinced shes an aphrodite kid, but with her zodiac being leo, ares fits

loves experimenting with makeup on you first

refuses to kiss you if her lipgloss or make up is good bc the kissing wont stop

loves singing

sings very well

enjoys dancing and will drag you up to teach you atleast something

makes u listen to central cee

you make her listen to laufey and correct her when she pronounces her name wrong

"can we listen to laufey?"

"it's lay-vey say it right!"

"that's what I said y/n/n!"

[asvterias]

𝖬𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗌 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

clarisse masterlist

warnings: some profanity, some angst, toxic love which shouldn’t be justified

pairings: clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of ambiguous cabin neutral)

genres: kinda insecure!reader, reader is kinda a gaslighter BUT it’s a happy ending, toxic!reader x toxic!clarisse, kinda asshole!clarisse, sad!reader, ‘always come crawling back despite everything i’ve done to hurt you’ trope, some tears are shed, possessive!clarisse, vulnerable!clarisse, clarisse has extreme attachment/commitment issues, clarisse is kinda a shitty gf, nothing else allusions to hickeys, descriptive make-out scene, hickey making, reader has narcolepsy (extreme tendency of rapidly falling asleep in relaxing conditions)

summary: developing a secret toxic relationship with clarisse gives you an unfamiliar excitement until you're caught. insecurities consume you after your relationship is exposed, causing you to avoid her, and eventually, your girlfriend confronts you.

word count: 5.5k+

tag list: @lvrue @kyuupidwrites @xanasaurusrex @urdeadpoet @aurorailvsm @quinnsadilla @st4rzl7 @p0rkbun @star-girl69 @aphroditesmoon @voidashh @lcvved @tinytea-biscut @dearlydarlings @rocknr0ll @nvirskies @k4zuhas-visi0n @urbisexualfriend @marlswhore @anominous-writer @lovelyy-moonlight @thegiganticgirlkisser @thewritingbarbie @apocalypticlibrary @solecitoszn @blackchubbyqueen @mira-belcul18 @sleighingstella @ampitrit3 @mthefae @drlover11037 @ratjoe @mag03 @kroumi @hoku-k @zhivaxo @lacytalks @kazerka @liv444me @korizzybee @mariposa555 @inejsknifes @cherriesnbutter @justintinderlake4 @natasha-took-fall-damage @lixtinystay @2k7-sparkles @b0ok-lover @novastarrs @urfavefag

author’s note: sorry anon, i hoped you didn’t mind me changing this plot that much! i really enjoyed writing this, hope you guys enjoy this too!! i can’t believe it took several months to finally publish this, writer’s block really gets the best of us ig! also this reminds me of that one tiktok!

requested by an anonymous

song playing — love on the brain by rihanna

And you got me like, oh

What you want from me? (What you want from me?)

A secret. A well-developed, thought-out, prepared secret. That’s what your relationship with Clarisse was to everyone else at camp. To the other camper’s knowledge, you two were friends, very good friends, to the point of melting Clarisse’s vulnerability down to the very core. Despite the fact if both of your cabins weren’t the strongest allies, or if your cabins were great together, you two would be seen everywhere.

This was just how it was between the secret couple.

Longing stares and touches on the arm, or maybe even wearing each other’s trinkets were hidden reminders of your public affection. However, when you two were alone, Clarisse was absolutely smitten with you, yearning for your touch like it was the end of the goddamn world.

You had been secretly dating Clarisse for one year at camp. By this rate, you were surprised that your relationship had been so well hidden for so long, from everyone, your friends and siblings alike.

Finally, you two had a night to yourselves, Chiron decided that the camp counselors worked way too hard and gave them a week off. No pesky siblings to bother you or tasks to keep them occupied, just alone time, spent in Clarisse’s cabin.

The young campers had attended the weekly bonfire, conversing with their friends and eating sweet treats. Obviously, there was a fire extinguisher nearby, guarded by a young mature camper if a Hepestatus kid decided to become too curious and put everyone else at fire risk.

You had sneaked into her cabin, which was empty at the time, and her siblings scurried off by the monthly bonfire. Sitting down on her bed, checking your surroundings for your girlfriend but sadly came to no avail, and as the bed was empty, neatly made, courtesy of you.

You shrugged and laid down on her bed, assuming that she had gone to the bathroom and would return shortly, completely snuggled and comforted by her sheets. Sleep overcame you quickly once you hit your girlfriend’s bed. After all, the counselor’s bed was the best and softest bed in the cabin, too consumed in your own world by her soft sheets, you didn’t realize that she had returned.

And I tried to buy your pretty heart, but the price too high

Baby you got me like, oh, mm

At first, Clarisse was quiet, observing how you seemed to be unaware of her presence. Her presence at the door hosted a dark figure as she folded her arms and smirked lovingly at you.

Clarisse cleared her throat, hoping to get your attention but you remained still. Your girlfriend frowned slightly at your unbothered state shuffling on her feet and ventures towards your so-called sleeping figure.

Once she came close enough to get a decent view, you were sleeping on your side, lips parted slightly as your nose twitched every few seconds, your breathing regulated.

Slowly, she pressed her knee on the bed, dipping the bed slightly as she peered over to stare at your face. She snuck a braid behind your ear, lightly kissing the tip of your ear.

“Wake up…babe.” Her lips pressed against your temple, moving downward to your cheek, and then jaw, finally stopping at your neck.

Impacted by the gentle kisses placed, you stirred awake, fluttering your eyes open, catching the amazing view of your beautiful girlfriend.

She blinked at you lovingly with a wide smile on her face. “There’s no way you fell asleep that fast.” She softly chuckles, licking her lips, “I was gone for 10 minutes..”

“10 minutes too long…” You pouted, defending yourself.

“That Narcolepsy is a bitch.” She grumbled, rolling her eyes.

You flicked her forehead with your finger, taking great offense at her words.

The Ares girl whined, “What?! I’m not exactly wrong either! There were times you fell asleep during our conversations.”

“Get to the point, La Rue.” You squint your eyes at her, totally unimpressed,

“No point at all, pretty girl. Just wanted to say that.” She innocently smirked at you and stupidly flustered her eyelashes at you.

“It wasn’t even necessary to say,”

“To me, it definitely was.”

“Of course, it was to you,” You rolled your eyes.

“Although, with you sleeping all the time, I might need to be around you every day all the time,”

“And what exactly are you doing now, babe?”

You love when I fall apart (fall apart)

So you can put me together

And throw me against the wall

She gasped, “Being a good girlfriend towards you.” Her eyes shifted downward, unaware if she got ahead of herself, and cleared her throat, “I mean if that’s what you think.”

You slid your finger underneath her chin, tilting her face upward, “It’s not what I think, it’s what I know. You’re an amazing loving supporting girlfriend,”

“Thanks for the compliment, babe,” The curly-haired girl blushed, ducking her head down.

“Yet you’re a sucker for words…” You argued back, resting a hand on her face, squishing her cheeks, slightly cooing at her faux annoyance.

She allows you to do that for a couple more minutes, enjoying herself before she swats your hand away.

“And now I wanna do something that doesn’t involve many words.”

You blush at her suggestion, fully aware of her implication but you want to extend the conversation. With each passing day, it seems like all Clarisse wants to do is make out with you, not that you were complaining, of course, but you just felt like she was pulling away.

You just wanted your girlfriend to value your relationship, everything about it, not just the physical aspect.

“Before we do that…let’s talk about your day.”

Eyebrows raised in your direction, “Talk about my day?”

“Yes,” You awkwardly nodded, “Let’s talk about your day!”

“But why though?”

“Because I’m your girlfriend and I wanna know how your day went so far. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Okay,” She shakes her head, complying with your reasoning, “My day was usual, dealing with annoying perky campers. so it was a shitty day.” Clarisse blinks at you, a small smile appearing, “Well, not until I saw you.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You tilted your head.

“What? I did what you asked.” She questioned, “Do you want me to in-depth explanation,”

“As a matter of fact, yes, I do want an in-depth explanation,”

“Oh, pretty girl, as much I lo— adore you, I won’t do that. It was the same old, same old! I had a shitty boring day, then, bam, I saw you and my day was instantly better.”

Baby, you got me like ahhhhh, woo, ahhhhh

Don’t you stop loving me (loving me)

Don’t quit loving me (loving me)

Just start loving me (loving me)

During your entire year of sneaking around the relationship, Clarisse had never said ‘I love you’. Although you said it to her, embarrassingly enough, the aftermath repeated in the back of your mind like a bad headache, refusing to pass by. You stared at her anxiously, watching her lips form into a thin line, staring at you mindlessly as she got up and left. To be honest, you weren’t too hurt about her reaction, preparing yourself for this in advance.

This was your fault, you let yourself love too fast. You let yourself fall in love with the wrong people.

Surely, you didn’t see her again for the next few days and when she did interact with you again, it was to dismiss the whole encounter.

“You shouldn’t have said that you made things more complicated than they were.”

You looked at her in astonishment, “Shouldn’t have said what?”

The La Rue girl sends you a pointed look, “You know what I meant. I’m not gonna say it.”

Truth be told, that statement did hurt you partially as displayed by your expressions, your eyebrows creased in shock and your heart clenched in sadness.

“Oh fuck, I didn’t mean it like that,”

“Then, what does it mean, Clary?!” You were beginning to lose your patience with such words.

“We’ve just been rushing into this relationship too fast.”

Ohhh, and baby I’m fist fighting with fire

Just to get close to you

Can we burn something, babe?

“Rushing into this relationship?! Do you hear yourself, La Rue?!” You shouted at her, fury rising throughout your entire body. “We’ve been dating for a whole year!”

“Yes, I know that,” She exasperated, wanting to be done with this conversation.

You scoffed, folding your arms, skeptically staring at her, “Do you really know that?!”

“It is a major factor in our relationship, why wouldn’t I know that?”

“Maybe, it would have given you some time to confess our relationship with our friends and family now,”

“But I like it better when we keep our relationship secret, don’t be so fucking difficult,”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about keeping our relationships secret anymore or me being too difficult for you to handle because we’re done.”

“Yeah, pretty girl, I’m not convinced.” She crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to break up.

“I am serious Clary. You’ve been treating me like shit and I’m tired of it. I want someone who can reciprocate my love, and not just use me for make-out sessions,”

“Yet, you’re always so putty in my hands whenever we do. There’s no complaining from you if we’re being logical.”

“Gods, Clarisse, are you listening to me?” You groaned in frustration.

“Kinda not…if we’re being honest. Have I told you how gorgeous you look in this outfit?”

“This is what I mean,” You cried, gesturing towards her nonchalant attitude, “You don’t seem to have an ounce of empathy.”

“Don’t act so surprised, Y/N,” She scoffed, “You knew what you were getting yourself into when you first started dating me. Nothing will change, it’s either you accept it or end it.”

“Fine,” You sniffled, staring coldly at her.

Her tone was calm. “Good, now can we go to your cabin?”

“No,”

“No?”

“I’m not going with you, I’m breaking up with you Clarisse, and I mean it this time. All those times before when I went back to you are over. Handle your shit now, we’re fucking done!” You shouted, turning your back and walking away.

“Wait, what?” Your ex-girlfriend comes to a realization as you start to walk away, not turning back once, “Y/N, come back, we can talk this out!” She screams at you, but you just walk away even further. Some tiny ounce of you hoped Clarisse would chase after you and reassure you, yet she didn’t. The Ares girl stood there, watching you storm off in anger, hoping you’d blow off some steam and just talk to you later.

“Damn, does she look hot when she’s angry or walking away from me.” She whistles to herself, certainly unbothered by your supposed breakup.

And I run for miles just to get a taste

Must be love on the brain

That’s got me feeling this way (feeling this way)

Clarisse isn’t startled by your outburst or sudden urge for a breakup, knowing she’d be the only woman who can give in to your needs, and truly adhere to them. She can only give you the pleasure that you denied yourself, to have you writhing beneath her, desperately begging for her touch. That same insatiable touch that sends fire into your soul from the match and her lips are the fire, enlightening it.

If you were actually serious, 2 breaks up ago, you wouldn’t be in this position now, stupidly lying on your tongue just to provoke a reaction from her. Frustrated when you received the same neutral face you screamed at her, wanting to remove that smug look.

You hated it. You hated that you’d always come back to her. Clarisse was fully aware that she’d always be the one you come crawling back to. With the combination of her commitment issues and her twisted depiction of a healthy relationship, you didn’t know which one was worse.

Oh well, every love story isn’t a fucking fairytale, each one has its own bumps along the way, but yours, had deep potholes at every turn.

Of course, you know exactly what you got yourself into. Clarisse La Rue only cared about her fucking self and nobody else mattered.

Even though she didn’t verbally say it, you knew deep within your heart that she meant it in her love languages, possibly because of your delusion.

It beats me black and blue, but it fucks me so good

And I can’t get enough

Must be love on the brain, yeah

Your argument was two weeks ago, and once again, you proved yourself wrong, eventually ending up back in Clarisse’s arms. Everything seemed to be going fine, ultimately that’s how it always starts. Much to your dismay, it can only go downhill from there.

Clarisse was behind you, hugging you from the waist behind, her hands roaming your body, planting her face into the crevice of your neck.

“Hmmm, I missed you today, mamas.” Clarisse breathes in your scent, gazing at your new neat braids which just got done. Every shared eye contact made you blush, analyzing every movement Clarisse made across your skin. The La Rue girl’s grip still tightened around your waist as she left a lingering kiss on your neck, teasing you.

“Stop doing that…” You whine, your senses intensified by her touch alone, almost too overwhelmed, “You know what happened last time.”

As you remind her, she smirks in memory and ponders, trails down her black polished messy-manicured fingernails to the loophole of your pajama pants.

“Oh, I know what happened last time.”

“Of course, you did.” You retorted.

“Aye,” She pinches your thigh, making you look at her through the mirror. Her eyes were slanted and warning as she stared at you, “Watch that tone, princess, don’t let it be a repeat of that. I won’t hesitate to humble you.”

“You left a big ass hickey on my neck!” You exclaimed to her, pointing to the fading mark on your neck. It’s a wonder how visible it was on your brown complexion. “How is that humbling of me?”

“Because that Apollo boy wouldn’t stop flirting with you.” She chided, “And besides it was fun to create…” A smirk toyed at her lips.

“And was marking me up the only way to solve it?” You ask her incredulously, spinning around to face her.

“Yes,” She nods her head, squeezing your thighs, “As a matter of fact, it got my point across very well. He didn’t bother you anymore, did he?”

“No, he didn’t.” You insisted, “Right after you threatened to kill him if he ever looked in my direction.”

“Exactly, I rest my case.” Sending you a firm head nod, content with her reply.

And it’s keep cursing my name (cursing my name)

No matter what I do, I’m no good without you

And I can’t get enough

Must be love on the brain

You smile down at her, recognizing her behavior towards this, cooing slightly. “Oh, that’s cute, babe.”

“What’s cute? Nothing on me is cute, everything on me is tough.”

Your hands caress her face, and witness how she swoons by your touch, “Not when you’re with me.” By just the simple touch alone, Clarisse was at your mercy, willing to do whatever you demanded.

“Fuck- I…” Clarisse stammers out, her cheeks flushing at your proximity.

“Told you,” You grin victoriously, dropping your hands from her face.

As soon as your hands drop from her face, her expression immediately changes to a shocked, betrayed one.

“Fine,” She sighs heavily with a roll of her eyes, leaning her head back, “Maybe I do happen to be cute,”

You quirk an eyebrow at her, “Maybe you’re right,”

“I’m always right, babe.”

“Y’know you’re a real smartass at times.”

“And you so happen to be in love with this smartass.”

Baby, keep loving me

Just love me, yeah

Just love me

All you need to do is love me, yeah

Got me like ah-ah-ah-ow

“Guilty as charged..” She murmurs, her eyes now hooded with lust, “Now can we do something more productive?”

“Like what?” You spur her on, freezing up when her hand lingers on your inner thigh.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, pretty girl.” She teases you, biting down on her lower lip. Staring intently at her, you gulped silently but it slowly vanished into a loving smile as she brought you in for a kiss.

Your mouths were trapped in a hypnotic dance as you steadily straddled her lap, not breaking the kiss once and her hands wrapped around your waist. Slowly, her lips traveled to your neck, making her gnaw at the exposed flesh, recreating lovebites, ignoring the sore previous ones.

During the same moment, one of Clarisse’s siblings, Tyler was going into the cabin, seemingly forgetting his Uno cards he left. As he was about to open the door, two figures blinded by the curtains stopped him.

A curtain was slightly open, adjusted for one of Clarisse’s younger brothers to accidentally stumbled upon. Tyler gasped in shock at the sight before him, it was clear, so the two girls in there were unmistakable.

It was you and Clarisse. You and Clarisse were making out in her cabin. Therefore, you and Clarisse must be dating, so that was the latest gossip around camp.

I’m tired of being played like a violin

What do I gotta do to get in your motherfuckin’ heart?

Rumors spread out like wildfire at this camp, so it was only a matter of time before it was redirected back at you.

Ever since the rumors spread, you avoided Clarisse like the black plague. Whenever she coexisted in the same room, you skipped right on out of there, seemingly missing the way her eyes followed you and her face dejecting at the sight, yet she didn’t go after you. She always chose to remain by herself. That was a fatal flaw of hers, her pride was too strong to handle the love she had for you.

It was her idea, after all, wanting your whole relationship to be behind closed doors.

Why did she want to have a private relationship rather than a public one?

It’s not like anyone had a bad comment to say, fully aware of Clarisse’s wrath and methods of defending herself. Besides, she didn’t make the effort to search and speak to you in private.

Did you embarrass her? Maybe it was her pride that restricted her from truly being happy with you?

No, stop worrying about that! Stop assuming that you’re the problem, trying to figure out the solution, rather than admitting Clarisse is the actual problem. Unlike any of your other material problems, you can’t fix her, only she has the power to do that and for the better.

Baby like ahhhhhh, woo, ahhhhhh

Don’t you stop loving me (loving me)

Don’t quit loving me (loving me)

Just start loving me (loving me)

At last, Clarisse managed to ambush you, exactly right where she’d know you always be, doing your favorite hobby. Isolated in your cabin, keeping to yourself, listening to music whilst reading your favorite book.

In your cabin too, how unoriginal for sure.

She knocked on your door, her heart racing with anticipation as she heard your footsteps coming closer to the door. Opening the door, you kept a small smile on your face, instantly dropping when you realized who the knocker was.

“What the fuck are you doing here Clarisse?” You scowled, settling your headphones around your neck, now unbothered to pause your blasting music. In your other hand, you kept your finger crammed into the book page where you were so rudely interrupted by her.

Still, you decided to hear her out for the most part, giving her the benefit of the doubt.

“I want to talk to you,”

“Well, I don’t.”

Nobody said it was going to be easy for her. Only the strongest will survive.

Ohhh, and babe I’m fist fighting with fire

Just to get close to you

Can we burn something, babe?

“Fuck Y/N!” She tiredly shouts, barging inside the cabin, “Why are you avoiding me?”

You scoffed at her exclamation, slamming the door shut behind her. “I don’t know, Clary, why did you keep our relationship a secret from everyone else?”

Her face softens, noticing that struck a cord in you, “You know why, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe,” You sharply state, no sense of humor in your tone. It was all monotonously spoken, “Just don’t right now, call me Y/N.”

“Okay...” She nodded, listening to your kind and slightly hostile request. You sauntered around your cabin, turning off your headphones and placing your bookmark inside the book, resting the two items on your bedside table.

You released a soft exhale, closing your eyes, and allowing your true feelings to reveal themselves.

“I want to rant about how I truly feel about this relationship and you’re gonna listen,”

“I thought you wanted our relationship to stay a secret.”

“I only did that because you wanted it! Are you truly that fucking blind, risse?! Because you live for the excitement, right, the whole thrill of being caught. Stop bullshitting me, Clarisse. I get it, it was fun before but now….” You trail off, eyes glued to the floor, “It just makes me feel that you’re completely embarrassed of me.”

“I’m not,” She steps closer, her words stammering, watching you distance yourself away. “I could never be embarrassed of you,” The Ares girl releases a shaky breath at your sudden movement, worrying if she’s on the absolute verge of losing you. For real this time.

“You have done a good job thus far by not reassuring me then!”

“Is that…what you think this was? Is that what you truly think of me? What do you truly think of our relationship? That I’m so incapable of love that I’d stop talking with you on the whole and ignore your existence?!”

“It’s exactly what you’re doing now!” you cried, “I hate this, risse. We hook up, we fight, leading up to a breakup and then we get back together again. This repetitive cycle might not hurt your stone-cold heart but it does to mine.”

“This relationship…or situationship affects me too, I might not show it like you do, but it does!”

And I run for miles just to get a taste

Must be love on the brain

That’s got me feeling this way (feeling this way)

“Then why didn’t you check up on me after our relationship got exposed?”

At that she stayed silent, further proving your point focusing her gaze on the ground. You hummed, tears prickling your eyes as you plastered on a fake smile.

“I don’t know why I thought we could work, I should have seen this coming.” You sniffle, roughly wiping away the incoming tears. “You don’t care about my feelings, do you? It’s all about Clarisse and her glory, and nothing else fucking matters!”

“You know that’s not true!”

“Then what is true then?” You shrug, glaring at her, “It’s either about your stupid glory or reputation, there is and will never be any space for me. Because every time we get back together, you always promise me a better and different version of yourself. I’m standing here like a fool, believing you, believing those stupid fucking lies.” You sobbed, holding your stomach in devastation, sinking in the weight of your own words. “I’m sick and tired, completely exhausted of it. Clarisse you have physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted me, and I hate it…but with every ounce of my being, I still love you. I still fucking love you because I’m one of the only people who can get you to open up, to help you handle how much shit you take from your dad. My mind knew that if I left you, my heart would be unable to deal with it, and soon I’ll be running back to you, like a stupid lovesick fool,”

“Y/N–“

It beats me black and blue, but it fucks me so good

And I can’t get enough

Must be love on the brain, yeah

“Let me fucking finish!” You threatened, agitated by her inability to follow your simple request. Clarisse had never seen you this angry, this verbally expressive, that it scared her to the core, it was obvious in her facial expressions as you continued to rant. You lowered your loud tone, muttering an apology to yourself, and remained on your calm side.

“You knew exactly how to lure me back in…with those shitty-ass lame excuses. I don’t know how much more of this toxicity I can take. With how all these last few days have been, I don’t fucking care anymore, not how you feel, not how our relationship is.”

“Well, you’re not so perfect either!”

“Oh my god, are you truly that blinded by your ignorance that you can’t admit that you’re wrong.” You blinked through your blurry vision, “I forgot who I’m talking to,” You clicked your tongue, “A daughter of Ares, who would rather die than admit her own wrongdoings.”

“Don’t talk about my father!” She shouts, enraged.

“Your father?!” You laugh incredulously, “Of all the things you’re worried about, your father is the main priority right now?! After all he did to you and you still defend him! Congratulations, Clarisse, you have officially lost me, hope you have a good life without me!” you concluded, walking off in an enraged state.

“We’re not done!” Was all she could retaliate, every sensible word left her mind at that moment. You could tell she was losing this argument, and she was fuming, barely grasping the fact of her toxicity.

“Yes we’re done, Clarisse.” You argue back, turning on your heel and glaring at her. Storming back to her, you got up in her personal space, eyes piercing into hers, “I’m so fucking tired of this, I’m tired of our relationship. I’m tired of being the only one of us fighting for this relationship! It would have been nice to see if you put in the effort, to reassure me that I’m not the only one here struggling. I’m exhausted from fighting all the time!”

“Why are you implying these things?”

“Well, are these ‘things’ true or not?”

“Do you think they are true?!”

“I think- I know you have commitment issues, and I think you need to fix them.” Her face softens at that revelation, now aware of how observant you’ve been.

“Let me prove to you that I’m serious about our relationship.” Her tone is lighter, more understanding, and less hostile.

“How would you do that?”

“Just let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“Clarisse,” You squint your eyes, squeezing her hand, “You can’t love me the way I deserve to be loved.”

She began to stammer out excuses, blabbering like an idiot, “Why? What’s wrong with me? We worked it out numerous times, why can’t we do it again.”

You interrupted her, “We have to work on ourselves before we can truly love each other. If we don’t work on ourselves, our relationship will just self-destruct and I don’t want that happening again.”

“I don’t want that happening either.” She murmurs, agreeing with the statement. Her words were magnetic, urging you back into her grasp, to keep you in her embrace forever and ever.

“No more bullshitting, I swear.” She pecks your lips, wiping away the tears from your face. “From now, we’ll work on each other and ourselves. We need to do this if we want our relationship to prevail,”

“And I’m sorry too…”

“What are you sorry for?”

“For avoiding you and putting the blame on you.”

Once again, her eyes were screaming the words: I love you, but her mouth was clamored shut. Your girlfriend noticed you needed her to actually announce the three infamous words, probably soothing your anxiety.

And it’s keep cursing my name (cursing my name)

No matter what I do, I’m no good without you

And I can’t get enough

“I….” she uneasily stares at you, clutching onto your hands tightly, as if she’s scared that you let go and leave her.

“You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready, it’s fine, I get it,” You reassured her, rubbing her hand gently with a soft smile, “I’m used to it by now.”

“No,” She shakes her head, disagreeing with your statement, “It’s not fine and you know it. I’ve been a shitty girlfriend from the start and you just allow it because you love me. I don’t want you to endure that heavy burden because of my own pain that I projected onto you. Let me do this for you. Let me say this for you. Let me declare and devote my love to you. For once, let me reassure you that we’re going to be fine. After all, you deserve it, deserve to be loved in every possible way. If you’re still willing to have me as someone in your life, I will humbly accept it,”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Your voice held a joking tone, but the voice crack betrayed your true feelings.

“Oh, I would never break a promise!”

“Wow, last year Clarisse wouldn’t even confess these words...” You had to break the silence, the atmosphere still felt tense.

She chuckles, “Yeah, well, last year, Clarisse took who she had for granted and was a total asshole towards the girl who didn’t even deserve it.”

“You got that right,”

“I love you, Y/N,” She breathes out, watching the relief run across your face and her anxiety disperses as she continues, “I don’t know why it took me so long to say that. All year, I realized it before but never had the strength to actually declare it myself. I love you so much.”

“Thanks.”

She hits your shoulder, obviously not expecting that reply, “Y/N, be serious!”

Your giggles die down as you hold her hands, squeezing them as your own sense of intimate comfort. “I love you too, Clary.”

“I love you too, Y/N, with my whole heart.”

Your smile dropped as you roughly grabbed Clarisse’s face, applying pressure on her cheeks, “But if you ever do this to me again, I won’t hesitate to leave your ass, and for real this time. Got it.” Your demeanor was venomous, making Clarisse doubt if you were the same sweet girlfriend she had mere minutes ago.

“Got it.” She blabbered out, hoping you’d release your tight grip on her face soon.

“Great!” You grinned, letting go of her face. Just like that, your easygoing smile appeared again as the curly-haired girl massaged her cheeks.

Maybe this time, Clarisse will change for the better, and unfortunately, if she doesn’t, then it’s definitely her loss.

Must be love on the brain

*y/n & clarisse after trauma dumping on each other*: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋

————

*y/n breathes*

clarisse, already stupidly in love with y/n but refuses to acknowledge it because love is too hard to handle 🙄: you’re a bitch, a very hot bitch and i wanna make-out with you.

y/n: ???

clarisse: don’t ask no questions, pretty girl!

y/n: wtf is going on??!!

clarisse: don’t know and don’t care but it involves us making out, so that’s worthwhile! 😁

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*y/n dealing with the toxicity of her and clarisse’s relationship, finally thinking she’s gonna break up with her*

clarisse, already aware of y/n’s plan: wanna go makeout??

y/n: ofc, why tf not??!!

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[asvterias]

𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖠 𝖲𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

clarisse masterlist

warnings: none

pairings: clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of pasithea)

genres: insomniac!reader, worried!clarisse is so cute to witness, reader doesn’t wanna burden her gf with her problems so she just keeps it hidden and hopes it will pass, kinda detective!clarisse x unaware!reader, clarisse is a lovely girlfriend, reader admires her girlfriend’s muscles (SO REAL FOR THAT), BOTH reader and clarisse are extremely flirty with each other, implied mentions of making out, smitten!clarisse, basically heartwarming fluff everywhere

summary: because of your consistent nightmares, you’ve been unable to sleep at night. soon enough, your girlfriend notices, and confronts you about it.

word count: 2.4k+

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author’s note: i can’t believe it took me this long to finally post this!! writer’s block had a strong hold on me with this one and i really don’t know why but aye, it’s better late than never right?

requested by a lovely mutual @urbisexualfriend

For the past couple of weeks, sleep was a hard obstacle to overcome. Due to your nightmares, you found it impossible to sleep at night, touching out your tiredness as you stayed up through the night. While everyone slept soundly in their beds, you remained awake, attempting to keep yourself occupied from falling asleep. The occasional yawns left your mouth, but you ignored the notion, not catching an ounce of sleep.

You applied light makeup to your face, hiding the eyebags you gained from pulling all-nighters. Most of the time, you manage to hide it from your beloved girlfriend, Clarisse, but with a few slips up from you and she is quick to connect the dots.

Sometimes, you’d sneak out and head to Clarisse’s cabin, snuggling in the comfort of her arms. Obviously, she didn’t mind it, adoring whenever you randomly visited her in the night, and she’d wake up warmed by your embrace. All those times you cuddled with her, she was highly unaware that you were still awake and pretending to be refreshed when morning arrived.

“Have you been able to get any sleep?”

You knew this question was coming, and you had prepared for it.

“Yes, I have. Slept like a baby, why do you ask?” You answered your girlfriend’s question with a bored sigh, almost sounding like it was rehearsed.

“Just asking.”

“My body’s still asleep…but I’m not!”

“I’m serious, babe,”

“So am I.”

She nods her head reassuringly, running her fingers up and down your arms, “Okay, I believe you.”

You smile at her, pressing your lips gently against hers, a soft innocent kiss. That was the first time Clarisse let it slide, mainly because her mind was still hazy from the kiss, but her other priorities topped that. Little did you know that was all she needed, planning to catch you in the act instead.

The next day was Capture the Flag, Ares’ and Athena’s cabins were against each other, divided amongst the many other cabins. Luckily, your cabin was a part of the red team, well, Clarisse somehow managed to persuade Chiron for that to happen.

“Babe, I need you to keep a lookout. Shout for help if needed or just fight them off,” She tells you, “Can you handle that?”

“Of course, I can handle that,” You grinned.

“Great…” Her smile was half-lipped, tilting her head sideways. Clarisse turns around, looking at her two older sisters, “Monica and Sara, go with Y/N, fight when necessary, and make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

“Clary, I just said I can handle myself. I don’t need your sisters as bodyguards.”

“All I want is for you to be safe, game or not.” Your girlfriend deeply sighed.

“And I thank you for your consideration.” You pat her armor, bringing her lips onto yours for a quick kiss. Clarisse smiled into the small chaste kiss, melting into it before pulling away from the kiss, knowing she’d be tempted to extend it.

“Ok, but they’ll have to be close around,” She stated, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Fine, I’ll accept that.”

“Now let’s win this thing.”

All of a sudden, the first conch blows, and immediately everyone released war cries and headed to their assigned area.

After Clarisse guided you to your base area, she bid you a goodbye kiss and left with her two younger sisters to guard the red flag.

Making small talk with her older sisters, possibly that being the only entertainment source for right now. Clarisse gave you the job of being the lookout, signaling a distress call when an opposing player came across your team’s territory, seeking to steal the flag.

Soon enough, Clarisse’s sisters disappeared to fight the blue team, drawing them away from you. Clarisse would go absolutely ballistic if she discovered you’re hurt, and she made certain that her sisters were highly aware of that.

After the Ares girls created some distance between you and the opponents, you began to get bored, mindlessly kicking at the tiny rocks on the ground.

Your legs became sore as you stumbled to a nearby rock, overlooking the horizon of the lake. You studied the beautiful view, capturing the entire landscape and sinking to the dirty ground.

Once you were settled comfortably on the floor, you leaned against the rock, surprisingly there weren’t any dents to make your quick nap uncomfortable and bruising. Pulling your knees to your chest, you laid your face on the slope of your knees and slowly closed your eyes, drifting into the subconscious.

Surprisingly, you were fast asleep, your surroundings long forgotten so everything was out of sight and out of mind. It finally felt like hours when you were rudely awoken by someone, groaning hoarsely at the person to leave you alone. Much to your dismay, the person ignored your wishes and continued to bother you, nudging your shoulder insistently.

“Y/N!” She nudges your shoulder for the fifth time.

You hazily open your eyes, groaning as you yawn, rubbing your eyes, “What? What? Did we win?”

As soon as the sleep left your eyes, you recognized the girl in front of you, she was bending down just to face your slouched level. It was the warm loving familiar face belonging to your girlfriend. You glanced at the blue flag sticking out of the ground next to her and everything clicked together in an instant.

“Yes, we did, babe.” The Ares girl boasted, “But someone was asleep.” She glares as you sheepishly avoid eye contact, scratching the back of your head. Of course, the glare wasn’t deadly, not directed at you like that, but there was still some hint of vulnerability.

Clarisse hadn’t expected you to fall asleep on the job, literally, and anyone would have stumbled upon you. The blue team could have taken you captive, and Clarisse would have been distracted, essentially allowing the blue team to win by default while she tried to retrieve you.

“Sorry, Clarisse…” You murmured, failing to muster up your yawns. “Just been so tired recently,”

“Why aren’t you getting enough sleep? What’s going on?” Her tough demeanor fades away as her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

She held out a hand, helping you off the ground, “I’ve been having recurring nightmares,” You explained to her, brushing off the dirt from your pants, “More than usual,”

“But I thought your mom–“

“Look it doesn’t matter!” You hastily interrupted her, waving her off.

“Of course it matters, these nightmares are disrupting your sleep and leave you completely restless.” Clarisse sharply pointed out.

“Usually when I have recurring nightmares, something bad always happens. Either someone or something gets dangerously hurt,” You massaged your temple.

She caresses your face, “So you have visions telling you about the future?”

“That’s the gist of it.”

Your fingers gently move around her arms, admiring your girlfriend’s muscles slightly glistening from the sunlight. She smirked, realizing you were currently rendered speechless by the memorizing sight. You were too stunned to reply, immensely captivated by her muscles, softly tracing across the multiple scars on her arms.

“Hey, princess.” Her tone was sensitive and soft, similar to a whisper, a smirk coiling at her lips. Gaining your attention again with your touch still lingering on her muscles, “You still here with me?”

“Not really,” You cleared your throat, embarrassed that you’d been caught. The smirk on your girlfriend’s face only grew larger by the minute as your hands remained on her muscles.

There was no way she was gonna let you live this down.

"Seems like someone can’t get enough of these muscles," She teases, noticing that you haven't released your grip just yet.

“Yeah, so, what?!” You grumble, rolling your eyes, and dropping your hands from Clarisse.

“Don’t take that attitude with me, angel.” Yet, her tone was still sensitively sweet, and slightly demanding. “That’s the grumpiness talking so I’ll let it slide this time,”

You huff, avoiding her gaze, and crossing your arms in annoyance. Perhaps she was right, your grumpiness was controlling your other emotions due to the many hours of sleep deprivation. Sleep was within your grasp, but your fatal nightmares prohibited you from experiencing the subconscious state of mind.

What was your mother thinking when giving you this power? Evidently, the foreseeing gift through dreams was a great idea but was horribly executed because of the terrifying nightmares and restless nights.

Was your mother thinking about your well-being when she shared this ability with you? Why did your mother give you this gift if it majorly affected you like this? Is she trying to warn you about a future event that involves demigods? Even if so, she could have told you this all in one simple dream, but guess she wanted to be difficult and leave you to figure it out. Pshh, some mom she is! Whatever, blaming her isn’t going to solve your issue at all, you need to overcome these nightmares and seemingly push them aside temporarily. This was your last straw and one way or another, those nightmares are somehow dissolving so you can sleep in peace for once.

Right now, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care because exhaustion consumed you and sleep was pleading your name.

“Babe, look at me.” She kindly inquired and you begrudgingly listened, shifting your eyes onto her. “You need to go to sleep, it’s unhealthy to pull all-nighters. Sleep is very essential,”

“I could if I would, risse, but the nightmares are–“

“Whatever your nightmares are about, I’m sure you can handle it. Whenever you get nightmares, you can wake me up, I’ll be right there, always be your side and I’ll calm you down.” Your girlfriend reassured you, “Those nightmares can’t hurt you, and I’ll make sure they can’t hurt you,”

“Are you sure?” You sniffled, shakily reaching out to hold her hands for comfort. “Do you promise me that? That you will stay close beside me.”

The La Rue girl smiles, gently holding your hands, occasionally rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles as she nods her head. Physical touch was her method of reassuring you, and it was working wonders right now. You smiled in response, getting slightly teary-eyed by her simple touch and reaction which made your heart melt. Your girlfriend was truly a blessing in disguise for you, and you were so very grateful for her being present in your life.

Ever since your sleepless nights had started, Clarisse had been more observant of your sluggish behavior, keeping her inquiries to herself and piecing every odd puzzle together in their respective forms.

Not every odd puzzle piece clicked easily on the first time and with a head held high and a determined heart that Clarisse righteously maintained throughout the whole ordeal. Yes, the tantalizing puzzle slowly became pieced together, giving Clarisse the right mindset to help you during your sleep struggles.

“Come on mamas,” She guided you by the hand, slightly dragging you with ease, “You need some sleep, and you’re not leaving your cabin until you accomplish that. I’m staying with you until I’m certain you’re asleep too,”

“Some people call that being a creep,” You deadpanned.

She gave you a wide grin, gripping your hips, pushing you back into the huge rock as she slightly towered over you. You bite your lower lip, catching Clarisse staring at them, her hooded eyes filled with desire.

“Well you’re my girlfriend, and I’m looking out for your well-being, so no, I wouldn’t classify that as being a creep. I do that out of love and I’d do it a million times if necessary,”

That proclamation would have been extremely convincing if she hadn’t redirected her eyes elsewhere other than your lips. She didn’t even try to hide it either, goes to say how shameless she is.

“If you wanted to kiss me, all you have to do is ask,” You teased, slightly jutting out your bottom lip. “No need for all the comforting words,”

“Mhmm…” She smirked, marveling at your intimate tactic or at your sudden energy to tease her despite your exhaustion. You never fail to amaze her and that’s why she loves you so much. “You’re right, but you need a lot of sleep, and I can always kiss you afterward. I’m always craving your lips but I only have so much self-control because you’re so damn irresistible that somehow makes you even hotter,”

“Such a sweet talker,” You feigned indifference, pushing yourself off the rock with your little remaining strength and reaching out to interlock your hands with Clarisse. Maintaining your conjoined hands with your girlfriend, starting your short journey back to camp, and wandering around until the cabins are in sight.

“That’s why you fell for me, isn’t it?”

“My girlfriend is clearly getting ahead of herself.”

“But am I wrong, babe?” She rhetorically asked, only to be met with silence, further proving her own point. “Nope, didn’t think so either,”

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© asvterias, 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works onto any other platforms without my permission.

[asvterias]

𝖨𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

part two || chapter playlist (1) & chapter playlist (2) || clarisse masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: the killing of a monster?, character death, crying, some blood mentions & stabbing (not inflicted against us!)

pairings: (both aged up to 16) clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of poseidon) | younger!brother percy jackson ✘ older!sister!reader

genres: sally & reader’s mom (jessica) are lovers bcs GENUINELY FUCK GABE (hate his ass), reader & grover has a sibling bond, hard cold angst, sad angsty beginning, reader’s mom actually dies 🥲, reader’s emotions control the weather, very sad!reader, kinda depressed!reader, reader in denial, MAJOR character death, reader is kinda a girlboss, kinda!dark!reader x always!clueless!percy, vengeful!reader, reader is OUT for blood (specifically the Minotaur)

summary: secrets are liable to make or break the jackson-matthews family until they result in dangerous situations, nearly escaping from death…well nearly most of them managed a safe recovery.

word count: 2.7k+

tag list: @lvrue @kyuupidwrites @xanasaurusrex @urdeadpoet @aurorailvsm @quinnsadilla @st4rzl7 @p0rkbun @star-girl69 @aphroditesmoon @lcvved @tinytea-biscut @dearlydarlings @nvirskies @rocknr0ll @urbisexualfriend @k4zuhas-visi0n @marlswhore @lovelyy-moonlight @thegiganticgirlkisser @thewritingbarbie @apocalypticlibrary @solecitoszn @mira-belcul18 @ampitrit3 @mthefae @sleighingstella @korizzybee @hoku-k @liv444me @lila-went-missing @mariposa555 @cherriesnbutter @justintinderlake4 @natasha-took-fall-damage @b0ok-lover @novastarrs @urfavefag @babyzzlove @importantpotato @laughingcheese037 @iheartamberfreeman @karslyn @haerinfrr @gianni7867 @jimfiqs @4evafvctional @lyzsaphrodite @f4riedimples

author’s note: i really enjoyed writing this ngl! also i have a faceclaim for reader’s mom, jessica matthews is portrayed by candice patton.

Born from the same father but different mothers, your sibling bond with Percy was unbreakable, certainly unconditional. Your mothers were very close, growing up as best friends from when they were teenagers, accomplishing every achievement together for the sake of you and Percy’s life.

Of course, your moms fell in love, hosting a small spring wedding when you were 10 and Percy was 6 years old.

So when Sally had to move again, your mom didn’t ask questions and instead packed your bags, placing them in the car and driving to the airport. A loving family of four was maintained by dark secrets that cost lives.

With everything going on, with the upbringing of your heritage, both of your mothers went through thick and thin. Developing from friends into lovers hardly changed anything, presumably their love maintained massively for themselves and shared children.

It was a rainy day, you and Percy had just been expelled from Yancy. Nancy bullied your brother so you reacted like how any big sister would and punched her before she flew into the nearby fountain, completely drenched in water. That little defense mechanism got both you and your little brother expelled from Yancy indefinitely as you two took a train back to your parents’ apartment.

You two apologized profusely to your moms, but they remained nonchalant, telling you two to pack a bag because you were visiting your residential cabin.

Something was wrong, extremely wrong and you felt it in your gut as soon as you stepped foot into the unkept cabin. From the moment your mom became sorrowful and honest, retelling the story of how she met your father, you knew something was up. Sadly, you just didn’t know that it’d be life-changing for you both.

Interrupted by rapid knocks on the cabin door made you jump a little in surprise and your mom, Sally, went to open the door. It was Percy’s bestfriend, Grover. He was soaked from the rain and began to blabber on to your moms, incoherently talking about revealing the big secret.

“Grover…” Percy speaks, waringly looking down at his friend’s lower body, or rather the lack thereof. Shockingly enough, his lower body wasn’t one of a human’s but one of the legs of an animal, specifically a goat.

“What?” Grover snapped, turning his head to the siblings, hitting his hoove against the wooden floor.

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

“Did your mom fuck a goat or something?” The question had to be asked, but it yet remained to be answered.

Doubled in confusion when Grover, Percy’s best friend was also your satyr protector, dedicating to getting both of you at Camp Half-Blood safely. When your mothers’ actually revealed the truth about your father’s real identity, you were appalled, to say the least. You assumed he was a deadbeat and couldn’t care less about his kids, and you were absolutely right. Only now his identity expanded in further detail, making him out to be a god, one of the most powerful gods there ever was. Therefore making you and Percy, forbidden children in both worlds, are continually being hunted by monsters, who strive to see your demise.

“Do you believe this, Y/N?” Percy turns to you, mouth open in bewilderment.

“Right now, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” You truthfully spoke.

“Did you know I’m 24?” Grover asked you innocently.

You and Percy shared the same shocked expression, “Wait? What?”

Grover winces, staring back at the two adults in the car, “Out of curiosity, what exactly did you tell them?”

“We were getting there!” Your moms shouted simultaneously at Grover.

Grover nods his head, leaning back into the seat.

“Moonlight…listen to me.” your mom looks at you through the mirror as your gaze hesitantly meets hers. “You and Percy are forbidden children, monsters are going to attack you every day, this camp can protect you both.”

“Why can’t you and Sally come with us then?” you bargained with her, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine, much less experience your life without your mother and Sally. The same women who nurtured you since you were babies and taught you everything you knew. You refused to give up on them, everything they did was to protect and love you, and now it was your turn.

Sally starts to talk, eyes stuck on the road, “We humans are not allowed there. Only demigods like you two.”

“But we don’t wanna leave you two.” Percy persisted.

“You’re our moms.”

“You’re gonna have to, that Minotaur isn’t gonna stop until he kills both of you.”

All of a sudden, a collision hit the car with enough brute force to send the car off the road and everything went black. It was all so quick, the collision, the swiveling of the car and landing on the side of the road, far from bypassers to rescue.

The rain pattering against the car turned into a heavy rainpour as everyone in the car, hanging upside down with the seat belt anchoring them, remained still, all unconscious.

After a while, the dulling pain in your head sharply woke you up, being the first to recover from the crash. Holding your head in pain as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling the blood trickle from your head, surveying your surroundings as you saw Percy and Grover still unconscious. Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you got out of your seat, repeating the same action to your younger brothers.

One by one, you carefully got everyone from the car as they began to wake up. A growl from the distance urges you to move faster as you help your other mom, Sally, get out of the damaged car.

Sally, Percy, and Grover were recovering, standing on their feet, checking for any injuries and your mom was the last one who needed rescuing.

“Mom…” you shake her but her body is motionless as the tears well up in your eyes.

You felt Sally’s arm pushing you back, sending you into Percy’s and Grover’s embrace as you nervously observed.

“Come on, come on, Jess…” Sally murmurs, kneeling down, searching for a pulse. “You gotta survive, we have children together, we can’t lose you right now.”

“Is she okay?” Percy chirps up, deciding to speak for you.

You found everything incomprehensible around you, your senses became deafening and a high-pitched ringing in your head matched the loud heart beating in your chest.

When Sally stayed silent, it only worsened your anxiety, “Mom, is she okay?!” Percy speaks again, adding some base in his voice yet his tone slightly wavers.

“She has a fading pulse…” Sally whispers, sparing a sad glance at you and quickly turning back to Jessica, “It’s decreasing rapidly,”

Dropping to the muddy slippery ground on your knees, tears quickly filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to fall as you moved closer to her.

“Mommy…” you cradle her face into your chest, saddened by her face, eyes closed as blood trickles down her forehead.

“We can revive her, right!” Your voice cracks, whipping your head to Sally, “Tell me we can revive her!”

“Y/N…” Sally sighs deeply, trying to contain her own tears. You turn around, looking down at your mother, resting on your lap, body motionless yet her face looks peaceful.

“No! We- I can save her. We can do heart-to-heart compressions,” you shake your head, starting to do heart-to-heart compressions. “Why isn’t she waking up? Mommy, this isn’t funny anymore now, you have to wake up and help us. Please I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this whole new demigod thing without you.” your voice was dry, as you leaned down, blowing air into her mouth, hoping for a miracle to occur.

You didn’t truly believe in miracles, but for your mother, you’d start believing it. Right now, you would do whatever it took to bring her back even if it meant wishing on the impossible.

“We didn’t do plenty of things yet, I wanted you and Sally to meet my first girlfriend, attend my graduation, be there when I move out and eventually get married, and get grandkids from Percy because we both know I’m not going through that torture.”

Your senses became intensely heightened, catching onto Grover’s whisper to Sally, ignoring him as you spoke up.

“I refuse to leave her alone, she isn’t dead, just having some problems waking up and getting a pulse back.” You were in extreme denial, “Come on, mum, you focus on her face, giving her air and I’ll do her chest,” you beckoned Sally forward.

“Sweetheart…she’s already….gone.”

“She’s my mom and Percy’s mom, your wife. She wasn’t supposed to die this early. If all you’re gonna do is stand there and be useless, don’t bother talking to me.” It wasn’t intentional to snap at your other mom, but your emotions were driving you crazy and brazen.

“You’re the sun to my moon, Mommy, I can’t shine when you’re not there with me.” You sobbed. Despite being physically exhausted, you weren’t giving up on trying to revive your mom, she would have never given up on you so you would stop trying until you had something, anything; a pulse, a gasp, her eyes shooting up. “Remember…” You weakly asked, holding onto the moon-shaped necklace on your neck, staring at your mom’s sun-shaped necklace.

The sky crackled with slight thunder as the rain poured down heavier. Finally understanding the meaning of your nickname, you sobbed desperately until the broken cracks of your voice gave out.

There was no sunshine without her moonlight, always them being in a pair, nothing without the other. Sadly, you lost your sunshine, darkening your moonlight to its deepest depths, harvesting it into something vengeful and heartless. Something that even scared you to a certain extent, like this was another new side flourishing because of the horrible circumstances.

“Hold up, is Y/N doing that?” Percy quietly asks Grover.

You rested your mom on the ground, ignoring the cold rainpour.

“She’s gone…” Sally cries, grabbing your arm and pushing you into her body for a hug. You cried into the hug, tightening your grip as your wails echoed throughout the forest. Maybe this was all a nightmare, where you’d wake up and relax in reality. This was the time that your mom needed to wake you up and reassure you that she was right there, staying with you and protecting you.

Your chest clenched against your rib cage, devastation wracked throughout your entire body as the tears relentlessly spilled out.

“But she- she can’t be gone!” You hiccup, eyes glossing over with fresh tears, feeling another arm snuggle around your side.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” she caressed your face.

“What kind of demigod I am, if I was blessed with all these supernatural powers, can’t even save my Mom from death? What kind of daughter am I to just stand by and watch her own mother die? I don’t want this demigod life anymore, please take it all away if it meant my mother is coming back, to me, to home.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you did everything you could, your perseverance is one of your strongest qualities that Jessica adored very much. She wouldn’t want you to doubt yourself like this nor would I,” Sally reassures you, resting a thumb on your cheek, “Our beautiful daughter, she’s so proud of you, I want you to know that.”

Your eyes were puffy and red from tears as you listened to your mother’s words of encouragement and reassurance.

Much to your dismay, another loud roar broke the semi-family grievance, reminding them of the harsh reality.

“We have to go now!” Grover hastily urges.

“I’m not leaving my mom here like this,” you point to her figure on the ground.

“We won’t, I promise you, sweetie. I’ll give her a proper burial, but right now we have to go!” Her tone was urgent as she quickly scanned the dark forest with the illumination from the car light.

You hurriedly rushed towards your mother’s still figure on the muddy ground, leaning down.

“Goodbye, Mom,” you whisper hoarsely, kissing her forehead for the last time. You stared down at her neck, gazing at the sunlight necklace she wore and yanked it off, and shoved the meaningful jewelry into your back pocket. Your heart broke again, realizing she can’t respond back, despite being in extreme denial.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you saw your moms, one died in your arms and the other sacrificed herself for her children’s safety.

The pain and suffering became a dangerous mix of anger and hatred directed at the Minotaur.

Grover’s statements fall on deaf ears, partially drowned out by the heavy rainfall. “Y/N and Percy come on, we’re almost there.” you glance at your blonde brother who holds the same expression on his face. You were going to avenge your mothers, and you didn’t care if you died trying. This monster had already taken your worlds away, so you had nobody else to lose.

Grabbing the pen from your pocket, holding it out, and witnessing it transform into a golden sword at will.

The fight with the Minotaur was brutal and intense, alongside the heavy downpour of rain attempted to slow down the intensity of this fight. Despite double-teaming the monster, he resisted surrender, determined to win and kill you both. Surprisingly, you gained the agility to climb onto his back while Percy distracted him.

Somehow, you gained the ultimate advantage with the lighting sword in your hand and stabbed the monster in its eye, ignoring his roar of pain. If anything its pain only further encouraged you to continue.

Too full of adrenaline, you grab his two horns, gripping them and pulling them out with your utmost strength. A new sudden strength you just obtained. Gasping in shock was quickly outlived when your sword slipped out of your hand and dropped onto the muddy ground, disappearing from your eyesight. Stumbling onto his feet, inflicted by the pain, you groaned, gripping the monster by his rough skin as he attempted to shake you off.

“Percy the sword!” You yelled at him. Your brother throws the sword upwards as you catch the weapon.

You stab the monster in the neck, wincing at his loud screeches, but continue to stab his neck. Once the monster was deemed weak enough, you sliced the sword right through his neck, seizing the opportunity of successfully killing it.

This was all this stupid monster’s fault. If it hadn’t chased after you or slammed itself into the car, your mom would be alive. If it didn’t have such a bloodthirst for demigods, Sally, your mum would still be alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. You just wished your moms were alive, to see you mature into such a courageous daughter to avenge their deaths.

Soon enough, the monster staggered on its feet and its body began to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes.

“Y/N!” The voice becomes disoriented as you stumble on the ground, two arms catching you as you faint, everything fading away into a black abyss.

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© asvterias, 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works onto any other platforms without my permission.

[asvterias]

𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖬𝗒 𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

part one || chapter playlist (1) & chapter playlist (2) || clarisse masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: slight bullying, usage of a weapon, minor cursing, some blood mentions (during kissing)

pairings: (both aged up to 16) clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of poseidon) | younger!brother percy jackson ✘ older!sister!reader

genres: kinda enemies to lovers, reader goes through a whirlwind of emotions simultaneously, reader’s emotions control the weather, flirty!clarisse, BOTH reader and clarisse are bold!!, unhinged!reader, mentions of kissing, detailed kissing scene, BOTH reader and clarisse are sneaky teases with each other, clarisse has 100% rizz, undertones of being a closeted lesbian (clarisse!!), jealousy, (if you squint hard enough) clarisse gets a little a handsy 🤭, percy & clarisse kinda bonding on reader’s behalf!

summary: y/n and percy arrive at camp half-blood, upon recently discovering they’re poseidon’s kids, making them forbidden demigods. and with being titled a forbidden kid, also stirs up trouble from the wrong people, even if the wrongdoers are unbelievably gorgeous.

word count: 7.2k+

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author’s note: i really enjoyed writing this ngl and i’m shocked this is 7k+ words. also this is not proofread, i just wanted this out of my drafts so i’ll come back to this and recheck my errors!

requested from both anonymous & wattpad! (ONLY with the pairing)

Eventually, you woke up with a groan, everything began to hit you like a train wreck. The rainy thunderous night, while desperately trying to escape a demigod killer. The car crashed onto the side of the street and everyone waking up battled and bruised. It was your mom’s last moment, in the car, telling you to be safe and discover your true potential. Your cries still echoed in your mind as you shuddered at the faint memory, struggling to keep the fresh tears at bay.

More importantly, the fight with the Minotaur was one you’d never forget. That wretched monster killed your other mom, Sally and so you killed it, driven by vengeance and grief.

It was a wonder how you survived so far, the aching heartbreak of recent losses still lingering in your mind.

“Y/N, you’re awake!” Percy states, rushing to you for a hug. You winced slightly at the impact but returned the hug.

“How long was I out for?” You examined your body, recognizing a pair of clean clothes replacing your dirty ones

“Two days straight.”

“Is there— Are our moms?!” You gulp, too heartbroken to finish your statement.

They both looked down, refusing to admittedly say it, knowing the losses were a sore subject to discuss.

You frantically searched for the necklace, sighing in relief when you pulled it out, dangling the necklace in your face. You held the sentimental item to your chest, whispered a quick prayer to your mom, and briefly kissed the necklace.

“I just wanna be left alone right now, if that’s okay.”

You wished the earth swallowed you whole.

Grover pipes up, “Y’know Y/N most people would go for the eyes but you went for the neck, I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, Grover, please can we keep the commentary to ourselves for right now?”

“Oh…” Grover catches on, his eyes crinkling in sadness as he holds his head down, “I’m sorry….”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“For not doing my job properly,” His ears dejected as he looked down shamefully “…I failed you both.”

“What happened to my moms wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have predicted that or stopped it.”

“But I still feel guilty.”

You remained silent, eyes stuck on the ground before a sudden weight crashed into you, catching you by surprise.

“I know I can’t take your sadness away, believe me, if I could I definitely would. So I’m going for the next best thing, a hug.”

A small genuine smile appears on your face at Grover’s statement as you reciprocate the hug back before, feeling another presence join the hug. Percy nuzzled his head, smiling as you three lingered in silence for a while, comforted by each other.

“Wait,” you backtrack, being the first to pull away from the group hug, “That fight with that thing was real??”

“Oh yeah,” Grover nods, “It’s also called a minotaur, that doesn’t matter and you probably don’t care.”

“Look at you catching on, I’ve never been prouder.” You joked, finally taking in your surroundings. “Where the hell are we?” You inspected the room, getting up from the bed.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.”

“That’s a stupid ass name.”

“It kinda is.”

“Guys,” Grover stares at the sibling duo, “Not the right focus.”

“Totally.”

“My bad,”

“Y/N, I think you should change into something a little less…dirty.” Grover insists, gesturing to your dirty outfit.

“Good call,” you click your tongue, “Where’s the shower? I’m due for a nice hot steamy shower,”

Grover looked at you with a hesitant smile.

“Oh, please don’t tell me this is an actual outdoor camp where I shower in a communal?!”

Grover had left a while ago, you and Percy wandered around the medic ward, searching for an adult who seemed to own this place.

“Excuse me, sir, I’m Percy Jackson-Matthews.”

“And I’m Y/N Jackson-Matthews, we’re new here,”

“Peter Johnson and Y/N Morgan are here.” He shouts to no one.

“Okay,” Percy shuffled on his feet, looking clueless, “That isn’t really our names.”

“Not even remotely close.” you shake your head at the man before you, “Do you know where the office is? Or who’s in charge of this…dump?” You peer at the stacked old dusty wooden box against the wall, instinctively jumping away when a spider appears. Percy scoffs at your sudden clinginess, wondering what scared you but he flinches away, noticing the large spider on the box too.

The man slides his shades down, getting a much better look at the two siblings.

“For your information, missy, this camp isn’t a dump.”

“Then what is it? I doubt it’s a heaven.”

“You’re right, it’s a hellhole, my personal hell, and you just happened to spawn here without warning.”

Grover’s hurried tone appears throughout the room as he runs inside, standing in between the two Jackson siblings.

“Percy and Y/N, this is Mr. D. He’s the camp director.” He introduced you two.

“Mr. D. This is Percy and Y/N Jackson-Matthews.”

“Yeah, Grover,” he throws his sunglasses on the table, “I heard them the first time.”

You tilted your head at the man, “But did you?”

Grover pulled you and Percy aside in a small corner of the room.

“You don’t really wanna start with this guy,” Grover warns.

“Don’t wanna start with him but he’s starting with us,” You retitalted.

“Y/N, the D is for Dionysus, that’s Dionysus,” He recorrects himself.

“What do you mean Dionysus?” You inquired, “That’s an ancient ass name, who names their kid Dionysus?”

“Like the god Dionysus?” Percy persisted.

“No way!”

“Yes, way!”

“There’s no fucking way!”

“You’re not supposed to be cursing,” Percy gasps.

“Oh, and what are you gonna do? Bite me, blondie boy,” You snarled at your brother.

“Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go right now because we can go right now.”

“Shut up you doofus,”

“Make me, loser,” Percy stuck his tongue out at you.

“Guys let’s not…do that right here. Can you both please be civilized people, at least for a couple of minutes?”

“I can, I have more self-control than Percy,”

“Apparently my sister is a good liar,”

The three of you turned back to him, walking forward to his table.

“Excuse me, your highness.” Percy starts. You close your eyes, whispering an incoherent prayer as you shake your head in embarrassment. Dionysus grumbles in disapproval and you roll your eyes, slapping Percy in the back of his head, lunging his head forward a little bit.

“Ow, Y/N, what was that for?” He held his head, spinning to you in shock.

“Why are you calling him your highness? He’s not a god or royalty.”

“Yes, he is. Grover just told us.”

“No you imbecile, he told us Dionysus was a god, not a powerful god or not one or the gods.”

“He doesn’t have to be important, he’s still a god.”

“Very obviously not an important god if he works at this dump of a camp, this is probably some punishment for him,”

“Anyways,” he focuses his attention back onto Dionysus, “I think my dad may be around here somewhere, and I don’t know how to ask for him…we don’t even know his name, but I think we should see him,” he says, glancing at you, “I think we really need that right now. Can you help us?” he blinks at Dionysus.

“Yeah, he owes us that much,” You snort, crossing your arms, “Years of abandonment and he doesn’t have the decency to show up.”

After Percy’s sentimental confession, Dionysus sits upright, resting his coke can on the table, and begins to speak. “Actually I think I can….son.” he concludes, keeping a neutral face as he looks at you, “and my beloved daughter.”

“Dad…” Percy initiates, stunned at the revelation.

“Hold up, what?”

“Yes, Peter.”

“It’s Percy.”

“Exactly.”

“You idiot, he’s not our dad.”

“He so could be.

“How? Tell me how Percy?”

“No, no, no.” Chiron explains, “Mr. D is not your father, either of you.”

“Told you, dummy.” You grit your teeth at your brother.

“I could be.” he reaffirms with a nod.

“Yes, but are you?”

“Why must you ruin everything?”

After a brief discussion with Chiron and Mr. D about this camp’s history, they allowed you two to get acquainted with the campers.

After a brief discussion with Chiron and Mr. D about this camp’s history, they allowed you two to get acquainted with the campers.

A camp counselor, who kindly introduced himself as Luke Castellan showed you where you’d be staying and then began the tour. Luke was accompanied by one of his many half-siblings, Chris Rodriguez who shared the same kindness to the Jackson siblings.

All of a sudden, a girl bumps into Percy and exclaims in protest causing the random girl to turn her head, now facing you.

Sparing one glance at the boy, and pushing against his chest, easily shoving him to the ground. Percy lands on the ground with a grunt, as the girl sizes you up, standing beside Chris.

“Give him a break, Clarisse, it’s his first day,” Luke tells the curly-haired girl.

She briefly looked at Percy and then shifted her gaze onto you.

“Yeah, I bet…” she jeers, cockiness and sarcasm in her tone. “So these are the two newbies, huh?”

Her dark brown eyes flicker from you to Percy, a malicious intent as she smirks.

Your face remained stoic, currently incapable of displaying any emotion of gratitude to the girl. This was not the time to approach a bully, much less a self-appointed popular girl at this camp.

You were tired, your body was exhausted and your stomach grumbled in irritation or hunger, possibly even both. This random girl bullying your brother wasn’t what you had in store for today, out of all days, why couldn’t today be peaceful?

You shove her back, using much force to have her stumble back, “What’s your problem?”

Clarisse looks at you in bewilderment and scoffs, “Excuse me?”

“Did I stutter? You bothered my brother first so it’s only fair! Do you feel entitled to bully my brother?”

The curly-haired girl glares at you, stepping up closer, “If I were you, I’d watch my tone when talking to me.”

You step closer to her, “My tone’s staying the same, you got a problem with it, use all that pent-up anger for something good and prove me wrong but if you’re all talk, pipe the fuck down and stay out of my way.”

She nods her head, feigning to be understanding, and distances herself a few inches away. Considering her impressed by your assertive tone she changed the subject almost immediately.

“Wait, so you’re the siblings who killed the Minotaur, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Hmmm…I don’t believe it.”

“We’re not asking you to nor do we really care if you believe us, it already happened, we have the proof as well.”

Clarisse partially smiles, eyes trailing down your figure, checking you out as she clicks her tongue, “I like you, you’re quite bitchy, just my type.”

“I’m surprised you’re capable of having a crush on someone,”

“Me too,” she confidently admits, “But I guess someone might change that.”

“Keep on dreaming La Rue.” You scoffed at her flirty remarks.

“You never know, pretty girl.” the nickname rolls off her tongue smoothly.

You hate to admit how sultry her voice was, hanging off that nickname made you flustered. And with that, Clarisse and her posse of half-siblings left as Percy got up from the forest ground.

“Wow, no one’s really stood up to Clarisse like that before,” Luke admits, blowing out a breath of surprise.

“I’m taking it that she’s this camp’s bully.”

“She’s not gonna let you live this down,” Chris informs you, observing how your eyes still follow Clarisse’s figure.

“Yeah, I know,” you glance at Clarisse walking off in the distance and drift your attention to your younger brother, “But no one bullies my brother, that’s my job.” you ruffle with Percy’s blonde hair as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Haha, very funny…” Percy sarcastically replies, swatting your head away from his head.

“You’re right, I am the funnier sibling.”

“Says who?”

“Says you. You just said it!”

Luke chuckles at your sibling banter, “C’mon guys, let’s finish the tour.”

“When’s lunch, I’m starving,”

Chris laughed at your question.

“What’s so funny about that? I was serious.” You deadpanned, glaring at him. “I never joke about food, keep that in mind.”

His laughs came to a halt at your seriousness as he cleared his throat, dismissing the slight embarrassment he felt.

The following day was Capture the Flag, a day everyone seemed to love, especially Ares’ kids. For some reason, an exciting feeling ran through your veins as you prepared in the mandatory armor.

Separated you and Percy away from your other teammates, supposedly having a major plan involving the two forbidden kids. Assuming, she was one of Athena’s kids, known for her intelligence and her name was Annabeth Chase. Throughout the trail of the walk, Annabeth was quiet, continually peering at the Jackson siblings and later she abandoned the two of you.

Sitting on a big rock on top of a hill, the armory discarded across the dirty ground as you talked with Percy. Capture The Flag was long forgotten in your minds as you both quit mid-game.

“I can’t believe everything that happened in the last few days. This was all so crazy.”

“Should we talk about it?” Percy was hesitant. You stared at him in question but instantly knew by the spark in his eye where this conversation was heading.

“What do you mean?”

“About our moms, Y/N.” He deeply sighs.

“Don’t, Percy…” you quickly dismiss him, closing your eyes momentarily, “I can’t talk about it, not right now.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” He breathes out.

“Can everyone please stop saying sorry, it doesn’t lessen the pain anymore. Saying sorry is just a go-to card expressing sympathy and sometimes not actually mean it. But not you, or Sally or Grover should feel obliged to say it, you were there, experienced it too. You deserve to mourn too, she is— was your mom too. If anything I should be asking you, how are you dealing with our parents’ losses?”

“Wait, are we talking about your mom or my mom?” His cluelessness brought a small smile to your face.

“Both, dummy.”

You pulled him into a hug, gripping onto his shirt, anything to ease the heavy burden in your heart. You wanted to feel safe and Percy wanted to be safe.

“Promise me something…” You start, the tears already forming in your eyes.

“Yeah, anything, sis,” he mumbles into your shirt.

“Promise me you won’t do any stupid shit to get you killed.”

“Y/N…”

“Promise me! I can’t afford to lose another family member, you’re my baby brother, I’m supposed to protect you from dangers, and can’t bear to lose you too as well.”

He didn’t want nor need a protector, in fact, he was sick of people trying to protect him. At this point, he was scared of people protecting him, all because they’d end up in danger. Or even worse, risk their lives and unfortunately take their last breath at Percy’s expense. All he needed right now was you. He didn’t want a protector but he needed his older sister, the last person of family in his life.

He just wanted his sister to be with him. Only his sister, not another demigod, just his older sister.

Percy noticed the urgency and desperation plastered on your face and nodded against you. “I promise.”

“Thank you,”

However, your sibling moment was short-lived when Percy glimpses at Clarisse walking up the hill, alongside two other Ares kids. You stood up, at their sudden presence, steadily shielding Percy away from them.

“The flag’s that way, it’s not here.” You gulped at the trio.

“We know...” her voice was sultry, indulging more than she should have let on.

Her intense stare lingered on you as you gulped down the slight fear….and possibly something else, leaning towards fluster.

Clarisse shifted her eyes onto Percy, nothing but malicious intent in her eyes.

“Yeah glory’s fine, but revenge is more fine,” She states and slams her spear against the ground, watching it flicker on, an electric spear, her eyes sparkled in admiration.

“What did you do, Percy?” you glared at your brother.

He stares at you in bewilderment, “What did I do? There was a toilet, and Clarisse and her sisters were preparing to shove my head into the toilet, and the next thing I knew the water exploded at them. Which also broke the nearby bathroom stalls by the way. If anything, this is all her fault.”

“What? How does this—“

Clarisse interrupted, “It’s not about what he did or how he did it. This is about whether you two can fight to save your own asses.”

Percy’s eyes widened as he turned back at Clarisse.

“It was just a harmless thing, I- I didn’t even know I could do that.” Percy was quick to defend himself.

“And a few days ago, you didn’t know you were Poseidon’s latest mystery son.” The Ares girl rebuts back, clearly dismissing his reasoning, “Some things tend to change overnight, your powers being one of them.”

“Hold up, you mean to tell me that you’re getting revenge on my brother because he humiliated you? You threatened to shove his head into a toilet, insisting that he lied about killing the minotaur and now you’re furious that he defended himself.” you stared at her in astonishment, “Oh, that’s really sad and pathetic.”

The Ares girl huffs impatiently and blatantly ignores your whole statement, precisely focusing on her insight into the situation.

“No maiming it’s like the one rule, right?” Percy stumbles to grab his armor, and hurriedly puts it on.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll lose dessert privileges for a while.” She seems as if she is reconsidering her consequences, “I’ll live.” she concludes with a neutral expression.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You two take the punk,” Clarisse commands her two sisters, looking at Percy. Her head cranes to you with a mysterious grin as you hold strong eye contact, “The pretty girl is all mine.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll see..” Clarisse darkly chuckles.

“Oh this is just great.” you shrug your shoulders, “We’re not even here for a week yet we have bullies on our asses.”

“Don’t get me confused, pretty girl, I’m not a bully. I just like to set people straight, especially the newbies, so no hard feelings right?”

“No hard feelings,” you agree, scoffing. What exactly was this girl’s thought process?

“I know you’d understand…” Sending you a half-lipped smile, “There was always something about you that I always liked.”

Right now, you have two instinctive choices, which are flight or fight. Long story short, you chose the easier way, relying on your adrenaline to save you this one time. Without much thought, you chose flight and god, you only hoped it would be your rescue.

Slowly backing away from the trio of girls stalked closer to you, shielding your brother away from the teenage girls.

“Percy,” you whisper to him, attention on the three girls unwavering in the slightest, “Get ready to run.”

“What?” He breathlessly exclaimed.

You quickly grab his arm, turn on your heel, and immediately run away in the other direction. Aiming towards the woods, the two siblings sprinted off, hoping to lose the Ares trio of trouble. In the midst of many trees and bushes, the wilderness provided you with endless possibilities but very few solutions.

“I always loved a good hide and seek,” She speaks to herself, a playful smirk resting on her face. Oh, Clarisse was loving you already, feisty and frightful, a wicked combination. A combination that Clarisse certainly loved to cherish…or demolish, depending on the other person. But you were different, you were the first to stand up to her; you were her challenge and she was determined to put you in your place.

“Stop,” she puts a handout, halting her sisters’ movements, “We’ll give them a head start, they’ll probably need it.”

At her statement, her younger sisters chuckle in agreement, urging their boastful ego. A few seconds passed, and Clarisse’s patience was running very thin.

After a while of running away from the trio of girls, you lost Percy during it and groaned in annoyance upon realization.

You became exhausted from running, and the next best thing was to hide and pray that Clarisse wouldn’t find you or just give up and leave.

Her pride and unnatural stability wouldn’t allow you to escape from her clutches so easily. Oh, who are you kidding? Clarisse was the daughter of Ares, a literal war god who possibly killed for fun. If she was anything like her father, she possibly is, then she’d be extremely persistent and dedicated to ending this childish game, and declaring her victory. She seemed entitled to her glory, the ultimate root of her reputation at this camp.

Tired and out of breath, the adrenaline is still pumping in your blood as your eyes frantically dart everywhere for a decent hiding space. Using your last amount of energy, you stumbled towards a huge green bush and stayed in a crouched position without any movement. Just a slight movement might get your cover blown and you didn’t want that.

Soon enough, she makes her presence known and your heart sped up at the sound of her voice.

“You can run but you can’t hide forever, pretty girl.” Clarisse taunted you, light on her footsteps and she surveyed her surroundings. “I’m gonna find you eventually, so don’t make this harder for yourself and just come out.”

Her chuckle was not so much terrifying as it was hot. You rolled your eyes, internally panicking as her voice grew closer.

Truth be told, you thought of a plan. Now was the plan a brilliant or well-thought-out plan, no, it certainly was not, you weren’t secretly Athena’s daughter. Guess it has to be one of those; figuring it out along the way type of plan.

Spotting the curly-haired girl, her back was turned to you and her stealthy movements made you nervous. Would it really be that easy for you? No, but you decided to deceive the possibilities and just seized the moment in its unawareness.

Without any second thoughts, adrenaline pumped through your veins as you sprinted towards her, not stopping until you tackled her, possibly knocking the breath out of her. You both landed on the ground with a hard thud, the dirt smearing onto your clothes and you staggered to get back up.

As Clarisse is still recovering from the strong hit, you took the opportunity to straddle her, taking her by surprise as you kept her trapped underneath you. Her spear landed a few feet away from both of you, making immediate eye contact, seemingly knowing the other’s movement, as you both scurried to retrieve the spear, you beat her to it.

The spear felt weird in your hand and you analyzed the supposed weapon.

“Be careful with that,” Clarisse demands with a sharp tone.

“Relax, I’m not gonna break it or anything,” You reassured her. Catching her by surprise, you aimed the spear at her neck, pressing the cold metal there.

“Leave me and my brother alone, that’s all I ask.” you breathed heavily, inching the spear closer to her neck. The girl below you barely flinched, staring into your eyes, and lifted her neck upward, as if she was challenging you to puncture her neck.

Were Ares kids really this fearless? Never revealing their vulnerability, even when getting injured, they remained so cold and brutal to others. You understood why no other campers truly messed with Ares children, they were all so terrifying in a way. You assumed they were all psychotic, and you were beginning to believe it, maybe Clarisse’s psychotic tendencies made you attracted to her.

She had that menacing look, a dangerous fire dancing around in her eyes. Her thick eyelashes flutter at you almost innocently as her eyes pierce at yours.

“Is that all you got, pretty girl?” she whispers hoarsely, gazing into your eyes, “It’s gonna take more than that to convince me.”

You lean closer to her face, merely inches from your lips touching, discarding her spear away, hearing the metal clink against the forest floor. Clarisse felt flustered, her eyes widened as the unfamiliar butterflies swarmed around immensely in her stomach.

She began to internally panic at the new position and you were aware, reveling in some joy. For a girl who was convinced of being ruthless and cold by others, your presence made her timid, and vulnerable….an unusual feeling for her. Of course, Clarisse was overwhelmed with her emotions, something she was taught to control by her father, and she stared at you, dark-chocolate eyes twinkled, not filled with malicious intent, but rather an observant curiosity.

It came as a surprise to Clarisse, being left speechless, unable to make a snarky remark on the spot. Usually, she was the one with the last word, yet, her thoughts were all hazy by the image of you, everything regarding you. It was all about you, you, you. As always, Clarisse’s mind was consumed by other priorities such as finding ways to impress her father or practicing her fighting skills to remain the most victorious Ares kid at this camp. For once, Clarisse wasn’t upset by this revelation but more confused…or was it frustration?! Clarisse was clueless and it scared her, unaware of how to handle this situation but with your lingering gaze and gentle touches, you made it impossible for her.

‘So much for her being a bully, a bully my ass,’ you thought. You found her reaction to this entire interaction quite entertaining, inclined to provoke her even further.

You made Clarisse La Rue blush. You made her nervous. You made her feel vulnerable, and you loved every ounce of it, you practically relished the exciting feeling.

Still, you decided to tease her further, just to see how much she’d allow herself to take.

“Would a kiss suffice?” you meekly ask, refusing to come onto her too strong. Yes, you had the upper hand but you still had morals and respect, it’s common decency.

By now her eyes were as wide as saucers and her eyebrows furrowed in shock.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, La Rue,” you chuckled, settling some distance between you two. The ares girl hated how she missed your proximity, your scent enticed her in ways beyond her imagination.

“Unless you never had a first kiss.” you feign clueless. “Oh my god, that’s so hilarious.” you laugh, wiping a single tear from your eye. Her fingers linger around your upper thighs, barely moving, too scared to overstep any boundaries you might have personally established.

“Shut up,” she seethes, gripping the clothed flesh around your thighs tightly. ignoring the fuzzy feeling when your fingers linger against her bare skin.

“Oh yeah, Ms. Confidence, why don’t you prove it then?” you challenged her, closing the gap between your faces. Just like that, the heat rushes back to Clarisse’s face, leaving her a stammering fool for you to witness and tease again.

A small whimper left her mouth, and although she tried to play it off, it was too late as you already heard it. Why couldn’t she control herself around you? What made you so special was that her heart was fluttering like never before?

“Don’t tell me that you’re getting shy all of a sudden,” You tease her, a smirk adorning your lips.

All of a sudden she quickly regained her senses, shoving you to the ground as you scramble to make it back on your feet, and your confidence shimmers down immensely.

“What’s the matter, pretty girl?” she stalks closer to you as a predator does to its prey. The Ares girl chuckles, watching you back away.

You stumbled backward until your back hit against a rough surface, one of the many trees surrounding the camp.

“I’m not going to lie to you but seeing you stumble away makes me want to just pounce on you.”

Keeping your eyes locked onto Clarisse’s, you noticed that her eyes were shifty and she was agile with her movements, keeping up with your pace. Soon enough, she stormed up closer and you flinched, turning your head sideways, avoiding it.

Missing the way, her face drops at the sight of you scared of her.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, pretty girl.” she gently reassures, performing the triangle trick on you, “Wouldn’t want to scar you in any way, you’re too gorgeous for that.”

You seemed to miss the action of her eyes lingering on your face, especially your lips.

“Then, what do you want?” You questioned her. Clarisse was being weird, one minute she was dedicated to kicking your ass, courtesy of your brother, and the next minute, she was being flirty with you.

To be honest, you were loving the attention, partially skeptical of the recipient but regardless, her flirty remarks made you swoon. You stared at the girl, waiting for an answer but her face remained neutral, restricting any hint to give you.

Her face hardened, still a glimpse of sincerity, tone indicating boldness. Clarisse wanted you to break first, “I want you.” the small smile crept upon her lips as she analyzed your body language.

Suddenly butterflies in your stomach appear as you flutter your eyelashes at her. Your balance stumbles and your body is heated up as your shocked gaze meets her fierce gaze. You gulped, avoiding her stare as you awkwardly rocked onto your feet.

Were you dreaming? You certainly have to be dreaming.

There was no way Clarisse wanted you, figuratively or literally, simply refusing to believe that possibility. Why would she? You just met her, and she’s attracted to you already? There was something wrong, and you were determined to figure it out before it was too late, ending up with you hurt in the process.

“From the moment we met, I felt something for you, and I just didn’t know what it was. That was until Silena, Aphrodite’s daughter told me…”

This piqued your curiosity even further, “What’d Silena tell you?”

“I don’t know, I refused to accept it.”

“What do you—“ you were simultaneously confused and flustered, sufficing that you were so dangerously indecisive for your following words, “Well, you can’t have me.”

“Hmmm…..” she peers, closing the gap, your noses were now touching as you felt the warmth overtake your cheeks. You swore you saw her lips curl up into a knowing smirk as it disappeared just as it appeared. “And why’s that?” she inquired with an eyebrow raised, the jealousy bubbling beneath her veins, “You have a little boyfriend back home? Sorry to break it to you, doll, but you’re not returning back to the real world, not unless you were chosen for a quest.”

“Whatever.” you scoff, lightly shoving her and she cautiously stepped a few feet back. “My love life isn’t any of your business. You don’t see me asking you about your love life, now do you?”

She cockily smirks, tilting her head which makes your knees weak, “I wouldn’t mind it.”

All she heard was a wicked laugh erupt from you.

By your reaction, Clarisse’s frustration and annoyance replaced her confidence. “What’s so fucking funny?” Her eyebrows bunch up together in irritation, squinting her eyes at her.

“You…” your laugh dies down, “When I arrived at this camp, I didn’t expect the big bad bully to be this flustered over me.”

“Get over yourself, water girl.” she groans, crossing her arms as she shakes her head in disbelief. “I don’t get flustered by anyone, especially over some random girl who just arrived at this camp in the span of two days.”

You clicked your tongue, totally unconvinced by her, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, La Rue.” If she was gonna lie to you, it wasn’t your problem anyway. She wasn’t your responsibility, she wasn’t your girlfriend…not yet anyway.

“A good sparring session helps me.”

She managed to inform you of that.

“Oh, I can tell,”

She rolls her eyes, “So do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Don’t act dumb right now, Matthews.” The curly-haired girl snapped, a scowl resting upon her lips.

“I’m not acting dumb, you didn’t give me enough context for me to understand.”

“Do you actually have a boyfriend back home?”

“Why are you so curious? I thought you don’t get flustered by anyone, especially me. What’s with the sudden switch up?”

“Okay,” she ignored you, “How about a girlfriend?”

“Still not any of your business,” you retorted back. Clarisse scoffed, folding her arms and glaring at you. Figuring out she was getting madder at the minute and it only urged you to further push her to the edge.

“Would you stop being such a smartass, and just answer the question?”

“Enough about me, let’s talk about you.”

Clarisse became shell-shocked, “What!” she stared at you in disbelief, “This isn’t about me, this is about you. I wanna talk about you.”

“So you admit you care for me?” You grin slowly at her.

“Those words never left my lips.” The Ares girl was quick to defend herself, “Y’know what just forget it, it’s obvious you’re single.”

She began to saunter off, annoyed by your tactics, and proceeded with the camp game. You were quick to follow behind, still wanting to converse with the hot-tempered girl.

“C’mon ask me again, I promise I’ll be completely honest.”

A faint smile tugs at Clarisse’s lips and she stops any further movement, turning around to face you once again.

“Now let’s start our conversation again.”

“Are you or are you not in a relationship?”

You shake your head at her question, this time being honest like you promised.

“I prefer words over gestures, pretty girl.”

“No,” you grumble, folding your arms, “I'm not dating anyone.”

“That’s more like it.”

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if—“

She grabbed the front of your shirt, balling it into her fist, any ounce of hesitancy soon hindering. With a swift tug, she crashed her lips onto yours, kissing you with the utmost passion you have ever experienced.

Too stunned to react, you reciprocated the kiss as your eyes fluttered closed, melting into it. The kiss became more ferocious as her hands moved downwards, pulling you by the waist closer.

Clarisse might be a cold, ruthless girl but her lips, and her kisses tell a different story. How could someone be so cold but her lips be so soft and alluring?

Your hands caress her face, gently rubbing on her smooth skin and her hands wrap around your waist as the kiss deepens. As her hands linger on your jeans, trailing slowly directly onto your hips, and settles her hands there, gently squeezing it.

“Is this okay?” She whispers breathlessly against your lips, disconnecting the kiss. Her eyes were hooded and her lips were already swollen as she stared at you.

“It’s fine…” You nod and she rushes the kiss again.

Squeezing the clothed-covered piece of flesh frequently, Clarisse’s calloused hands enjoyed the fabric as you inhaled and shuffled during the kiss. You both breathed in slowly, not slowing down the kiss but keeping it consistent.

Soon enough, the kiss started to become more intimate, hands wandering across the other with light touches grazing over the exposed skin. It was too much to handle, too hot to handle for either of you, but that was a stupid thought disappearing at the back of your mind as the makeout intensified, too engrossed with the warmth provided. Your lips pressed firmly against her lips, molding perfectly together, but the intense passion didn’t stop the makeout, it was the lack of air that was desperately needed.

Clarisse bites down on your lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth. The Ares girl grinned at the reaction, kneading her lips with yours, pressing harsher to produce more blood.

Pulling away from the kiss, “Promise me that you won’t bully my brother anymore.”

For a moment, it looked like Clarisse was desperate to feel your lips again, that hunger and pleading look in her eyes. It made your heart swoon and almost gave in to her needs, but you knew better. You weren’t gonna make it easy for her, she’d have to earn it.

“Yeah whatever,” Clarisse easily agrees, shocking you to the core. For a girl who was defined as fiercely stubborn, her compliance caught you off guard.

“You’d actually listen to me.”

“Yeah, as long as you promise to keep on kissing me.” she indulged.

“That can be arranged.” You grinned at her, pulling her in for another kiss but halted and Clarisse released an exasperated sigh, “Oh and you need to apologize to my brother.”

“Do I have to?” She whines, throwing her head back slightly.

“Yeah, you do.”

“I’m doing this only for you! I want you to know that!”

“That’s fine by me.”

“Anything you want to do to me is more than fine.”

Certainly, that bold statement slipped out of Clarisse’s mind.

No, it didn’t, Clarisse was intentional with that.

By the time you two arrived back at camp, everyone was preparing for dinner, conversing with their friends, and walking around. Making your way to your shared cabin 3 with Percy, you saw him unpacking his clothes out of the small duffel bag.

Despite your greatest efforts to make this abandoned cabin feel a little more like home, it didn’t meet the expectations. At least the cabin was a lot more tidy than before, you’ll give yourself that.

“Y/N.” Percy smiles at you but it quickly vanishes when he catches Clarisse’s gaze.

“Clarisse..” He visibly gulped, “W-what are you doing here?” The fear in his face was visible, and glimpsing at Clarisse’s cocky smirk tugging at her lips, you rolled your eyes. Even though things were going to be on good terms between the two, Clarisse craved the fear Percy held for her. You could tell just from her facial expressions.

“You didn’t hurt my sister in any way, did you?”

“Yeah, I did and now I’m here to beat your ass too.” she snaps, irritated by the blonde, “What do you think, fish boy?”

“Clarisse.” you stared pointedly at her, disliking her tone when talking to your brother.

“Sorry,” she rolls her eyes, looking at Percy who seemed uneasy by just her presence.

“I came to apologize for attacking you, it wasn’t cool or any of that shit. Your very ridiculously gorgeous ass sister made me realize that it was all stupid. I guess I was worried that you were gonna…I dunno, like steal all my glory. Or it’s maybe because I just don’t like you, yeah that’s probably it.”

“Well thanks for apologizing, I guess, and besides you can keep all the glory, I don’t want it anyway.” Percy says and scrunches his face in disbelief or disgust, it was distinctive to tell, “Also please don’t call my sister gorgeous near me, I think I feel my lunch coming back up.”

“Oh, you’ll live.” You scoff.

“No promises.”

“Worth a shot,” Percy shrugs.

Clarisse chuckles at him with a small grin, her cold demeanor long gone, “Good.”

“So, are we friends now?”

“Acquaintances for now.” Quick to correct him with a crossing of her arms. “We just met and I don’t know you like that.”

“But aren’t you friends with my sister?”

“That’s different!”

“How exactly is that different?”

“Because she’s gorgeous— whatever fish boy, I don’t have to explain myself to you!”

Technically, it was the thought that counts so a critical statement wasn’t necessary, but Percy accepted it.

The silence was deafening as the two stared at each other and then back at you. Clarisse spun on her heel, leaving the cabin, halting her movements at you.

“I’ll be right outside,” she whispers to you, squeezing your arm as she passes by. You smiled in response, hearing her footsteps gradually decreasing, indicating her leave.

A few minutes had gone and Percy was quick to ask questions, no hesitancy in his tone. “Hey, sis, what did you do to get Clarisse to forgive me?”

Percy was curious, as he was about many things.

“That’s a secret I’ll never tell,” you winked at him, patting his back, and began to saunter off, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

The blonde boy watches you scurrying off with Clarisse trailing behind you like a lost puppy. It took your brother a while to figure out, and when he did, an appalled look came over his face.

“No flipping way,” Percy murmurs to himself.

His loving older sister was dating (or at least he thought) the main bully of this camp. As long as you were happy, Percy was happy for you, even if you were talking to the meanest girl in camp. He just hoped that Clarisse would be less lenient towards him, at least on your behalf, he presumed. Hopefully, he and Clarisse warm up to each other and they never know what the future may behold, perhaps might be future in-laws so it’s best to bond early rather than later.

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[asvterias]

𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 ~ 𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺

summer masterlist || clarisse’s version || robyn’s version

warnings: just minor cursing!!

pairings: summer dacosta ✘ black!fem!reader

genres: very clingy!summer x very!clingy!reader, kinda naive!reader, smitten!summer, wholesome fluff between summer’s family & reader, chaotic family goals, summer’s sister is named after months (idek 🤷🏾‍♀️), reader is considered a sister/daughter-in-law by summer’s close family, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y’ALL 🤞🏾😘), mentions of marrying, summer is VERY DOWN for reader

summary: in which, spending the christmas holiday with your girlfriend’s family takes a surprising outcome.

word count: 2.7k+

tag list: @xanasaurusrex @star-girl69 @nvirskies @thegiganticgirlkisser @novastarrs @karslyn @yourmom-25s-blog @matchmalonee @missingaevelynhugo @symp4nat @marvel8169 @lyzsaphrodite @babyzzlove @shark1008 @rztaros@ocaeies @oceean @onxlyficcharacter @glwmcres

author’s note: i didn’t know which character to write it for so decided to do both alternate versions.

Song Playing — Margaret by Lana Del Rey (just the main chorus is used)

‘Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Baby, if your love is in trouble

Visiting your girlfriend’s family for Christmas was an occasion you dearly anticipated. It was great reuniting with her family for the holidays and relaxing from the stress of school.

Summer’s parents were Charlotte and Jamal Dacosta, who were married for 30 years and wonderfully nurtured an all-girls family. Her parents had three younger daughters, assuming they were triplets, named April, May, and June, now 13 years old.

Right now, they had just gone errand shopping, leaving you and Summer alone in the house, and wouldn’t be back until a few hours later. Deciding to take advantage of your alone time, you two made it quite worthwhile, firstly unpacking your suitcases. Every moment spent together was precious and memorable so you made every time unforgettable.

When you know, you know

When you know, you know

Soon after, you two did each other’s hair, wore matching clothes, horribly danced and sang, watched your favorite movies, cooked lunch together, and made out all in the span of five hours.

By evening, her family reached home, hands filled with Christmas-related supplies, some being groceries. Guess they also did some last-minute grocery shopping as well. While everyone was decorating the Christmas tree, all humming along to Christmas songs and dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, including you. Summer’s parents never singled you out, you were their eldest daughter’s girlfriend, a huge reason why Summer’s smile brightened immensely for the past 2 years. You felt grateful to be a part of such a loving family, and they never let you forget it. Her siblings admired you, especially June, the youngest one, she was very shy, unlike her older siblings who were all brazen and outgoing. June loved the attention you gave her, aware she was your favorite sister.

Later that same day, the Dacosta family was arguing over which Christmas movie to watch, many voices overlapping with different opinions in mind.

“Y/N should choose, she’s our guest.” Jamal bargained with his daughters.

“Yeah, Dad, because all of our guests basically live here and are dating Summer.” April sarcastically replies.

“Young lady, you better watch that tone!” Her dad, Jamal warns.

“Hey, don’t be an asshole,” June shouts at April.

“Language, June!” Charlotte chastises her youngest daughter with a firm look.

“Did I lie?! Exactly, I never lie.” April taunts.

It kinda makes me laugh, runnin’ down that path

When you’re good as gold

“Y/N’s basically our sister-in-law at this point, we don’t have to sugarcoat it anymore.” May points out. “Or did I only see Summer’s pinboard with all things wedding-related, alongside a picture of her and Y/N?”

“Shut up, you little snitch,” Summer flings the mixing spoon in May’s direction, “What the hell were you even doing in my room?”

“Ummm we’re siblings, I needed some jewelry and I politely took some without your knowledge, it’s not a crime...”

“Yeah, it is a crime,” April chimes in, crossing her arms, “It’s called stealing,”

“And you’re suddenly lacking jewelry?!”

“Ehh not really,” May shrugged nonchalantly, “You weren’t home so the opportunity kinda raised itself.”

“But I locked the door!”

“And I opened the door with a bobby pin, it’s not rocket science!”

“Mom!” Summer yelled, resorting immediately to discipline, “Aren’t you gonna say something to them? This is a complete invasion of my privacy!”

Charlotte looks at the triplets, “Girls, it was very wrong to sneak and snoop through your sister’s room.”

“Me! I never participated in such activities,” April defends herself, “That was all May and June.”

“June, you were in on too?”

“Like I said I got bored and called June,” May grinned.

“June!” Summer shouts betrayed at her youngest sister.

“Sorry, May was very convincing.” June murmurs, too ashamed, avoiding making eye contact with her eldest sister, “Besides, I think the pinboard was very lovely. Are you guys really getting married to each other or is Summer just manifesting?”

“The truth comes out once and for all,” April laughs, eating the spare marshmallows.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you’re old, you’re old

“Shut up April!” Your girlfriend yells at her sister.

“Don’t tell April to shut up!” May exclaims.

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“But Y/N can!” May concluded and turned to you, “Y/N shut Summer up! She’s puppy-dog whipped for you, we all know it!”

“See the kind of family you’re marrying into, Y/N, enjoy it while it lasts.” April teases you, nudging your side slightly.

You paid no attention to April’s comment, eyes glued on Summer as she consistently argued with her sisters. Everything was hectic right now, and your reaction towards it certainly wasn’t helping anyone, especially your girlfriend.

“What is she talking about?” You turned to your girlfriend, watching her shoulders tense up as she awkwardly shuffled on her feet.

“Nothing important,” Summer dismissed with a wave of her hand.

“Nothing important,” May mocks her eldest sister, “You basically planned the rest of your lives together, I wouldn’t classify that as nothing.”

“I’m gonna literally kill you,” Summer fiercely glares at May, “Mark my words!”

“Wow, I’m so scared,” May rolls her eyes.

“Imma show you scared, alright,” Summer began to venture towards May but her father’s reflexes were quicker, and grabbed his daughter. Jamal keeps his grip strong, stopping Summer’s actions of attacking her younger sister.

“How about we all go bake some cookies to settle down?” Jamal suggested, still holding his eldest daughter, waiting for her to calm down. May stuck her tongue out, spurring Summer’s annoyance, who struggled to escape her father’s strong grip.

“That’s a good idea!” Charlotte agrees, clapping her hands.

Summer’s parents made all of you settle into the kitchen, tasking each sibling with various tasks of baking gingerbread cookies. Luckily, you were given the easiest job, icing them after they cooled down whilst Summer made the hot cocoa. For the rest of the night, Summer and May were distanced furthest away from each other, hesitant if another sibling fight was to break out.

Your girlfriend’s irritation at her sister simmered down at the sight of you. Keeping her close to you made her mind hazy, forgetting all about the earlier argument and focusing all her affection on you. Being clingy with each other, Summer hugged you from behind, kissing your neck as you giggled at her actions, miserably failing to put the icing on the gingerbread cookies.

Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring

The soul that you bring to the table

“Stop doing that, babe.” You squirm from her kisses, an easygoing smile evident on your lips. “I don’t wanna mess up the gingerbread cookies,”

“Why should I? You clearly love it.”

Her hands wander onto the inside of your pajama shirt, lingering her soft touch across your stomach, kneading at the flesh. Your girlfriend stares at you, viewing your side profile, observing your cute mimics, and admiring your beautiful melanin skin.

“I do, but the gingerbread cookies—“

“Will be fine besides everything you do is perfect,”

“So will you let me focus?!”

You thought so; it was worth a try.

“Nope.” she squeezed your waist tighter, resting her head against the back of your shirt, “Just pretend that I’m not here.”

“That’s quite impossible, I could never fathom you not being here.” She presses light kisses on your shoulders as her curly hair tickles your neck, giving you tiny goosebumps.

“Stop being sappy, that’s my job!”

“Never!”

One that makes me sing

In a minor key

She gently pecks your lips, and feeds you a marshmallow, both smiling in contentment at each other’s presence.

To end the night off, her parents stuck to their created tradition. It was a tradition in the Dacosta household to watch Christmas movies every night in December, to keep the winter season alive. You thought it was cute, and instantly adored the little family tactic. Summer didn’t mind her family’s tradition, quite accustomed to it from a toddler, and now since you were dating, no complaints left her mouth. As long as you were beside her, or holding her, she slept like a baby, comforted in your arms.

Eventually, on Christmas Day, extended family is invited over and that hassle is settled down again with the same method.

After hours of incoherent curses and overlapping yelling, the classical ‘Home Alone’ movie was finalized and everyone was huddled up on couches in the living room. Her siblings took the bigger couch, sitting directly in front of the television whilst you and Summer sat on the right couch, partially facing the television and her parents sat opposite.

The lights were dim, giving the room a much cooler vibe to drift asleep in. Munching down on cookies and drinking hot chocolate as you snuggled up with Summer with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two.

“I wish we could be like this forever,” she whispers in your ear.

“Me too.”

There were some beats of silence, canceling out the movie sound effects as you remembered the huge sibling dispute, regarding the topic of marriage, and Summer wanting to be your future wife.

That innuendo May had teased you about clawed at your mind and made you anything but curious. Since it stemmed from a whole argument from Summer, this discussion wasn’t a light topic to handle, but you wanted answers! You wanted answers and you wanted them now. Hopefully, there aren’t limited answers to the questions you desire to ask, which will leave you irritated. You want the whole truth, not the half or a quarter, you just want the full truth and if your girlfriend knows what’s best for her, she’ll be completely honest with you.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

Certainly, you misheard what your girlfriend’s sister had so brazenly said to you. Summer wanted to marry you, sure it was a little stretch, you’ve been dating for 2 years now, so you didn’t think that thought would cross her mind. It didn’t even cross your mind. Never mind, that was a fucking lie, seeing as your Pinterest board is mostly dedicated to wedding-related content but you kept that private. Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong, apparently, that thought had crossed her mind, and it remained there.

So asking the question couldn’t hurt, right? Not that it was a complicated question which depends on your girlfriend’s response. Or maybe confirming your assumptions would end your overthinking once and for all.

“Hey, babe.” you look up at her.

And when you’re old, you’re old

Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring

“Mhmmm…” her attention no longer directed on the movie, peers down at you.

“About May’s earlier statement, is that true?”

At first, she stayed silent, contemplating her upcoming words. She exhaled slowly, nodding gently, and whispered back, “Yeah, it’s true.”

Your eyes sparkle in astonishment, “Really? You want to marry me?”

“I’d be crazy not to…and I know that might be moving too fast but I’ve never been so certain about anything else in my life..well besides dating you. You’re my absolute dream girl and someday I wanna make you my wife.”

You giggle, hiding away your flustered face, “But I don’t understand, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was kinda embarrassed,” she sheepishly admits, “Scared kinda.”

“Scared?!” You shake your head. “You?! The most confident girl I know was too scared to tell me this?!”

That soul that you bring to the table

One that makes me sing

“I was scared of your reaction; that you’d possibly freak out thinking I’m moving too fast in this relationship and end it all.”

“You’d really think I would break up with you over a future reference?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow, “It’s not a crime to think about those things, even I thought about our marriage from time to time.”

Summer stared at you, shell-shocked as she stammered on her words, “You thought about it too?” Like she couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Of course, I did.” You reassured her, bringing your interlocked hands to your chest, and squeezing her hands tightly.

“No bullshitting, right?”

“No bullshitting whatsoever.”

All Summer did was flash you a toothy grin and briefly peck your lips.

“Guess what, then?”

“What?” She bites her lower lip, brown eyes glowering at you.

“I wanna marry you too.” You stated.

“Why not we get—“

“Ehh Hey!! Lovebirds!” May whisper-shouts interrupt your lovey-dovey bubble.

“What?” Summer grew agitated by her sister’s interruption.

“Keep it down! Some of us are trying to watch the movie.”

“Mind your own business then!” she rolls her eyes at her sister, throwing a pillow towards May.

“You’re really a fool in love,” You chuckle.

“Only a fool for you, I promise you that.”

“You’re a lovesick fool regardless.”

In a minor key

Diamond on your ring

This time she shifts her full attention onto you, eyes sparkling in admiration as a warm smile appears on her face, “Now, my darling wife, where were we?”

“Oh, so we’re starting the names early then?”

“Well, I definitely intend to make you my future wife, why not get a headstart?” She winks, gazing at her beloved girlfriend.

You pressed her lips against yours softly, seemingly making the kiss sweet and innocent. Tugging one of Summer’s loose curls that dangled in her face, you pulled it behind her ear as your lips moved as one. You adored Summer’s hair, thick voluminous curls flowing down to her neck and you couldn’t resist playing it in when she was close.

“I think that’s a great idea, my love.” You sigh, finally pulling away from the kiss, your thumb gliding across her soft cheeks as she smiles lovingly at you. Every day you wake up, guessing how truly lucky you are to be dating her, to be her forever girl, to be her future wife. Instead, she always reassures you that she’s the only lucky one to be dating such a unique woman as yourself. You two made each other complete, like pieces of a puzzle, longing to be together, destined to stay together forever, to overcome any obstacle thrown your way made to test your love. Summer didn’t know what it was like to be truly in love and to experience severe heartbreak whenever you’re not around, and now she understands why couples are so clingy with each other. Now she fully comprehends why love languages are important to express, if not some, maybe all of them. Love is deemed too powerful, and the stability depends on both partners’ perseverance to keep their relationship thriving for the better. Summer knew love changes a person, whether it is for better or for worse, weighing on the aspects of a healthy or unhealthy relationship. Without a doubt, Summer knew you were her soulmate, from the moment everything connected with you two, and how perfect your kisses were, she couldn’t find a more perfect girl anywhere. You were her girl, her only girl, her perfect girl, and hopefully her forever girl.

Either way, you two were utterly obsessed with each other, and nothing or nobody could ruin it, not if both of you had anything to say.

‘Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

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