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asvterias · 5 months ago

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𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘦

clarisse la rue masterlist

warnings: none

pairings: clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader

summary: in which, an exhausted and overstimulated clarisse visits her girlfriend, seeking comfort.

word count: 1.5k+

tag list: @lvrue @kyuupidwrites @xanasaurusrex @urdeadpoet @aurorailvsm @quinnsadilla @st4rzl7 @p0rkbun @star-girl69 @aphroditesmoon @starless-nightz @lcvved @tinytea-biscut @dearlydarlings @rocknr0ll @nvirskies @k4zuhas-visi0n @urbisexualfriend @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

author’s note: kinda just got this idea and decided to flow with it.

being a captain counselor wasn’t as fun as it seemed, there were pros and cons to that title. for instance, a certain blonde boy had too many opinions and very few reasons. it was an annoying day for your girlfriend clarisse, spear training didn’t go as expected and luke managed to piss her off even further.

thankfully, the bright sun started to disappear, going down, now replacing it with the shining moon.

clarisse knew if she spent one more hour with her friend, luke, he’d be going home with a serious injury to tend to over the next week. of course, your girlfriend didn’t have more self-control than you wished, but she was trying, at least for you, attempting to not allow her emotions to run wild and stupid. and if she allows her emotions to run rampant then she’s easily got hot-tempered and someone was bound to get hurt.

once the chimes rang three times, signaling the start of dinner, she instantly rushed out of arena grounds and started her journey to your cabin.

stumbling into your cabin room, she watches you occupied by reading a book.

her eyes were slanted and tired, still holding some annoyance, a frown set upon her lips as she sluggishly tossed her spear on the floor. the la rue girl grumbled under her breath, scratching the back of her curly hair, waiting for you to notice her presence.

clarisse swore her heart fluttered immensely in her chest when you finally looked up at her. the faint smile tugging at the ends of your lips with your finger brimming over the current page of your book, finally closing it.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you asked, discarding your book on the bedside table. instead of replying to your question, she shook her head and released an exhaustive moan from her mouth.

very begrudgingly, she sauntered over to you, crawling on the bed, and instantly snuggled up into your touch, gently resting her face on your chest. playing with her loose thick curls, you massage her head as you feel her sigh against you.

“it’s nothing, princess,” she finally spoke, partially muffled by her face in between your breasts.

“you don’t have to lie to me,” you reassure her.

she sighs yet again, nuzzling her head further into your chest.

“i just don’t wanna talk about it right now…if that’s okay with you.”

seemingly, you understood her statement with a soft nod, despite the small frown tugging at the ends of your lips. now wasn’t the time to be curious. she just wanted peace with her favorite girl and you were going to respect her wishes, no longer bothering clarisse on the subject any further until she’s ready.

you just wanted to comfort her, scratching her scalp slowly as a way to ease her worries.

from the moment clarisse laid eyes on you, she never knew how hard she’d fall for you, and if she could unconditionally fall in love harder with every moment spent with you. no one else made her feel like this before, completely smitten and in love, vaguely expressing her softer side, the vulnerability that weighs heavy in her heart can wither away just as easily. only you could achieve this and clarisse was determined to keep it that way.

“hmmm that’s okay with me, babe,” you pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. her forehead creases in response but relaxes.

clarisse was blessed to have such an understanding and caring girlfriend who never failed to comfort her with your affirmations. your thoughtfulness and unwavering support were a source of comfort and reassurance for her.

“thank you, you’re the best.”

“…do you wanna go train? i know it always calms you down,” you suggest, with a warm grin massaging her head.

all she did was hum once and slightly raise her eyebrows at the suggestion. as always, you were right, it was a good idea. somehow, she unleashes her frustrations on the game, disposing of her worries but not this time. in fact, it wasn’t even the idea she had in mind, wanting to rather display those needs right now. for you and to you.

“maybe later…” clarisse shuffled on you, leaning her head closer into your neck, “i’m too comfortable with my girl and she’s so addicting to not eat up right now.” she seductively whispered in your ear, her voice hoarsely as flush appeared on your cheeks

“i thought you were tired,” you murmured, staring down at her. the butterflies in your stomach erupted widely, fluttering all around.

focusing your attention on the curls of her hair that you were detangling, ignoring clarisse’s intense stare, or how dangerously close her freshly done black nails were teasing upward against your exposed thigh.

you knew what clarisse expected out of you; for you to give her a reaction, giving her the upper hand in this situation. normally, you’d always give in, handing clarisse’s dominance over you directly on a silver platter, but this time will be different. you refused to give her this satisfaction of dominance.

it was time for things to change, and they were going to change now and for good.

“i was,” she admits, looking down briefly at her fingers trailing across your thighs. you shuddered slightly, holding your breath, hoping your girlfriend wouldn’t notice. sadly, you were mistaken and she did notice, deciding to tease you even further, pretending to turn a blind eye to your small reaction. clarisse stares back up at you with an evil smirk, “but not anymore,”

“the sudden switch up is insane,” you flustered underneath her alluring gaze.

“well…what can i say, you’re my medicine, princess,”

“whatever makes you happy,” you retorted with a heavy sigh.

“you; you make me beyond happy,”

“aren’t you quite the flatterer?” throwing a playful wink at the curly-haired girl.

“only for you,”

you inhaled softly at her comforting touch as her lips trailed down to your neck.

“don’t you wanna relax, though?” you asked her, goosebumps appearing all over your body from her magnetic touch, “with all these new monsters attacking camp constantly, you really need your head in the game, you’re the best warrior here after all,”

“oh, really?” she looks at you with a raised eyebrow with an unimpressed smile, “is that all i am to you? the best warrior of this camp, nothing else?”

“stop doing those rhetorical questions. you know i hate it when you do that,” you hit her shoulder, watching a smile form on her face, “we both know that you’re much more than that to me.”

“then stop treating me as such, and let me love you,” she finished her sentence with a seductive smile.

you felt your heart drop, a pit in your stomach forming massively, whether it was from an undeniable excitement or an unspoken fear, you didn’t know. either way, you wanted to remain unaware and live in the moment, the adrenaline pumping through your veins, your thoughts running wild, and your heart pounding against your chest.

you wanted to spur her even further, push her to the tipping edge, want her to lose all self-control, and have her way with you. fortunately, the perfect statement swiftly came to mind, and all that was needed was to confidently assert it.

“so, what’s stopping you then?”

she fell right into your trap, as the la rue girl leaned in for a kiss, and with a warm smile, you accepted it, hypnotized by her lips. both of your movements were slow-paced and gentle, and her hand caressed your cheek, deepening the intense kiss. slowly but surely, her lips trailed down to your jaw, settling into your neck, placing small wet chaste kisses there. she sucked on your neck, tugging at the bare flesh, almost nipping at it, reveling in your soft whimpers and moans. if anything, your noises of pleasure only further encouraged her to create a small hickey and she did just that, allowing you to throw your head back.

oh, and she did love you alright. she loved you so much that your neck was covered in hickeys, leading up to the point where it was absolutely embarrassing for you.

due to your brown skin color, it wasn’t that noticeable unless someone was really observing your neck very thoroughly and pointed it out.

clearly, it was very stupid of you to give her that suggestion with your approval.

you shouldn’t have even made that remark. of course, your mouth moved faster than your brain, telling you to dive headfirst and forget about the consequences.

next time, you definitely weren’t underestimating your girlfriend’s tactics.

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asvterias · 4 months ago

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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*: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋

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*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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