Writers block is kicking my ass I'm so sorry. I burn myself out quick and I'm testing again. I'll try to write as soon as possible! เป๊ฐเพเฝฒใฃห -๏ฝก๊ฑเพเฝฒเงง
๊ฐ ๐ขummary โฅ You cry over everything, you can't help it. You cry even when you're frustrated, and it's worse when you cry alone. That's when your girlfriend with a soft spot for you comes to help.
๊ฐ ๐/๐ โฅ I love comfort fics so much, and butch Clarisse not mentioned. Also maybe a little ooc but I don't know! เป๊ฐเพเฝฒใฃห -๏ฝก๊ฑเพเฝฒเงง
There wasn't a week that went by when you didn't cry. Whether it was over something as silly as a cute bunny you saw in the forest, or because someone said something a little too mean and dismissed you when you said it hurt your feelings.
No one took you seriously because of how much you cried, but they didn't see the fact you were so secure with yourself that you could cry freely without feeling weak. That's how Clarisse fell in love with you, the strength you had in yourself fascinated her.
Now, she'd be damned if someone tried to take that away from you. Yeah, you were a crybaby, but you were her crybaby, and she'd punch anyone who'd tried to make fun of you for it and ruin the security you had in your emotions.
It was another one of those days, when anything and everything pissed you off back to back and you just had to suck up the tears for a good cry later. What did you in is when you tripped on some stupid root and hit the ground. You hit it hard, too.
You were frustrated beyond end, and when a few campers nearby started laughing at you and whispered about how you were going to cry, you knew you couldn't hold it in anymore.
Yet you didn't give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You stood up, breathed steadily, and brushed off the dirt from your legs before walking off.
You headed straight for the Ares cabin, where Clarisse was lounging. You had learned to avoid the barbed wires and landmines over time, so you reached the door with no problem at all. You didn't even knock, you just walked inside and finally let the first few hiccups come out.
Clarisse shot up at the sound, like a nurse with the sound of a code blue. "Baby? What's wrong?" She immediately started. She knew your hiccups by heart, which didn't really help.
"I'm such a crybaby." You started, wiping at your face angrily as you walked over to her and sat down next to her.
Her face scrunched up at the negative undertone. She hated when you spoke ill about yourself. "Yeah, so? You're allowed to cry." She scoffed. "Everyone cries. Some more than others, and it doesn't matter at the end of the day." She shrugged, and it was big talk for the biggest bully at campโthough half of her anger went away when she met you.
She frowned at your silence. "Tell me what happened." She repeated, dragging you onto her lap and wrapping her arms around you.
You sniffled into her chest as the tears came pouring, sobbing all your fustration into her chest as she took off your shoes to lay down and coddle you.
"My day started off as shit, and it only got worse. I ran out of my favorite mascara, then my hair got caught on my bra strap, and by the time I got to breakfast, there was no more yogurt cupsโ" You began to blabber, and she just listened.
Her fingersโpainted by youโdragged against your scalp and back. Her lips pressed firmly against your head. She hummed every now and then in agreement to a particular complaint.
Then when you finally brought up what just happened, when those campers laughed at you, she pulled back with a glare. "They did what? Who? I'll beat their asses or shove them in the lake." She immediately got defensive.
You giggled just a bit despite your mood, muttering their names against her chest, because you could snitch and let a fight happen every once in a while. Snitches didn't get stitches if the snitch was protected, right? Right.
Clarisse's face scrunched up at the names, silently noting to herself to not forget them later on. "I'll deal with them later.. are you okay now, princess?" She asked quietly and you nodded.
"Mhm.. thanks for letting me complain." You muttered. Clarisse had come a long way with you. You helped in ways that you refused to even take credit for, because Clarisse had worked just as hard, if not harder, to do better for you.
"Don't thank me for this, I hate when you do that." She says gruffly, fixing you against her chest into a more comfortable position. She could feel you grinning at what she said, but she didn't comment on it.
"Right.. sorry." You apologized quietly, and her grip tightened on you.
"I hate when you do that, too." She said in annoyance. You gave a sheepish grin, chuckling just a bit.
You clearly had some work to do yourself, but there's one thing Clarisse would never change about you, and that's you being her crybaby.
The next few fanfics are gonna be shorter like this one, sorry!! But I posted twice today so yay! เป๊ฐเพเฝฒเนแต แต แตเน๊ฑเพเฝฒแ
๊ฐ ๐ขummary โฅ You can't help yourself. You thrive off gossip. So why not take inspiration from one of your favorite shows, but make it super gay?
๊ฐ ๐ฃags โฅ Lesbians kissing โธโธ fluff โธโธ friends to lovers โธโธ gossip obviously โธโธ mentions of violence โธโธ butchfemme โธโธ making out
๊ฐ ๐/๐ โฅ Butch Clarisse is mentioned, but Clarisse might be a little ooc in some's opinion! เป๊ฐเพเฝฒเนแต แต แตเน๊ฑเพเฝฒแ
You practically ruled the world, or what little world camp was, and you did it anonymously
Camp got boring with the usual daily schedule, it tore at everyone's enthusiasm, and the only thing that made camp worth it was Capture the Flagโand that was only on Friday's late evenings.
So, that's where you come in. Sweet, bored you, who absorbed every single thing you heard. You couldn't just sit there and let information go to waste, could you? You're not an idiot.
That's how Gossip Newsโข was made. It was literally camp's version of daily newspapers because you aren't allowed phones. Gossip Newsโข was ran by one person, one publisher, under one name, and with one famous iconic saying written in amazing calligraphy.
Gods, you were so proud of yourself just thinking about it. Especially when thinking of your most talked about papers, that were mostly about crushes and all those type of things.
One reoccurring topic was love between girls or boys. You noticed when two girls looked too long at each other, or when boys sat too close together. You listened with your gut and ran with it, and your gut was never, ever wrong.
Now when your gaydar rang when thee Clarisse La Rue stared a little too long at you, you knew you just had to write about itโbecause no way she knew Gossip Girl was you. It couldn't be her crush!
It's not like she didn't look like lesbian anyway, she wore a carabiner and Doc Martens. She's literally butch lesbian in a bolded, bright, and cursive font.
Funny enough, that's how you did your title in your papers when it came to love, so people knew it was going to be good.
Then all Hades broke lose. As soon as that paper was released, with Clarisse's name written all over it, she turned more sour than milk left outโwhich meant there would be no mercy for anyone, because when Clarisse in a bad mood, the entire camp was practically on watch mode.
'No one is safe from Gossip Girl, not even her!' The panicked campers whispered as they watched Clarisse fume from her table, holding the newly released paper that the Dionysus and Aphrodite table had passed aroundโyou could always trust them to have the news spread out by breakfast.
Her anger was not out of disgust, but because she had been called out in the girliest writing to ever exist. Again, not like it wasn't obvious anyway. Her fault, really.
You just sat at your table and watched it all happen, staring at Clarisse even as she shot up from her spot and glared around the food pavilion for anyone that might look even remotely guilty.
However, you had mastered the art of poker face, and flirty face. When she made eye contact with you, you softened your little eyes in faux concern, and she slowly sat down again as her face changed down angry to flustered.
You wanted to giggle, but you didn't. She was just so damn hot, and cute, and pretty. You even said that in your paper. You had no shame when you weren't directly saying it.
One day. One day, you'd have the privilege to say it to her faceโwithout getting punched.
Meanwhile, she kept reading the paper over and over again as if the letters would arrange and reveal the answers she was looking for. Obviously it wouldn't happen, but she could only hope. Whoever wrote this obviously needed a good beating.
Unless.. that person was you. Which it was. That flustered look certainly meant something and you knew it. She had a crush, on you.
That's what made you so bold in the first place, because you knew if she somehow found out, you would be somewhat safe.
Also, you needed an outlet for your feelings, that's what Gossip Newsโข was for you anyway. It was a public diary for your thoughts and strongly bsck up conspiracies, that camp read like a famous book.
Enough gloating on your wonderful fame, you knew you wanted Clarisse bad. You did everything you could to sneak your way more into her life, and this was just another way. It's a wonderful conversation starter.
Finally, it was later that evening. You had been saving up courage all damn day, and you already had a headstart from what happened earlier today. The adrenaline made you buzz.
You looked around for the open field you would usually find her in, you feet crunching on the grass and making her poke around from behind the tree she was hiding behind. She still looked tense because of the paper, but she relaxed when she saw you. You had to hold back a smile.
"You looked pissed this morning," You started, stopping right in front of you as you turned the corner of the bark, facing her as she polished her pocket knife.
"Well, I still am. Whoever the fuck Gossip Girl is, I'm going to find her and beat her ass." She snarked, her grip tightening on her pocket knife in a way that made your blood rush through your body faster.
You gulped silently, just enough to go unnoticed. You only had so much courage from afar, now you have just adrenaline keeping you so close. You knew not to bring attention to how close you were standing together, it would trigger her more.
You're both too stubborn to confess to each other, so the tension sat bubbling.
"Yeah? What if she's someone you're friends with?" You asked a little teasingly.
She raised an eyebrow, scoffing. "Anybody I'm friends with would know better than to do that."
Little did she know.. Gods, it wanted to make you laugh. You were already all jittery and nervous, though it's well hidden. Your poker face had only gotten better with each paper that was passed around.
"I doubt it. Some people can't help themselves, y'know?" You chuckled, shifting your weight to the other foot. You couldn't help yourself.
That sentence made her head pick up from her blade, her eyebrows furrowing at the strange way you said it, too. You fucked up.
"You." She started, her voice deepened.
It made you tense and take a step back. Yeah, you fucked up. You and your stupid mouth.
"Me?" You tried to say in a playful tone.
She growled before pocketing her pocket knife and snatching you up by the collar of your shirt, lifting you into the air before whirling around and slamming you against the tree.
"You're Gossip Girl." She said. It was obviously a statement, she wasn't asking.
All the courage drained out of you just like that, but your heart rate skyrocketed and pumped more adrenaline into you. That's the only thing that gave you audacity at the moment.
"Surprise?.." You squeaked. She grunted, pressing you harder against the tree.
"Shut up. No, actually, I want answers. Who gave you the fucking audacity to write that about me, huh?" She asked, pressing her body against yours. She was angry.. but you just felt so good against her.
You gave a sheepish giggle, helplessly shrugging your shoulders in a way that made her temple twitch and her lips snap shut at the pure impertinence you had.
You gulped again, before whispering. "You gonna beat my ass like you said?"
She huffed, shaking her head before giving a wolffish grin. "I have a better idea. Since you outed me to the whole camp as a lesbian."
Then she slammed her lips into yours, making you give a startled gasp. It took you a few seconds to register what was happening, but when you did, you almost squealed from excitement before kissing back.
She let go of your shirt, letting your feet hit the ground before grabbing the back of your thighs and tapping your ass.
You jumped like you assumed she wanted, and she caught you before pressing you against the tree again. You locked your thighs around her just like that. She was so warm.. and muscly.
You slide your hands up her arms, wrapping your arms around her neck and pressing your lips closer together. She bit at your bottom one and you granted access, her tongue sliding against yours before she was the one to pull away, both of you breathing heavy.
"So.. that's your better idea?" You asked with a tiny smirk.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "That's not all of it, princess. You still have a debt to pay."
You raised your own eyebrow, "A debt? How will I pay that?"
"By being my girlfriend, since I'm 'so hot and lesbian.'" She quoted a certain sentence in your paper, when you got a little lazy when writing it.
You giggled sheepishly again. "Not even going to ask me right?"
"No."
"Fair enough." You sighed.
She pressed her lips together, keeping herself from saying something else. Instead she leaned close, tucking her head into your neck and pressing soft kisses to the skinโit slightly tickled you, making you giggle.
"..Are you going to snitch on me to everyone?" You asked curiously. She shook her head.
"No, but have you have to let me write in the paper, too. I got a few things I'd like to say myself." She said, vocalizing what she was going to ask a moment before.
You giggled at the idea of her talking shit anonymously when she had the guts to do it in person. Perhaps it was just for the fun of it.
Either way, you nodded.
You felt her smirk against your neck at the agreement, before she pulled back and pressed a quick and chaste kiss to your lips.
"Okay.. Gossip Girls it is." You joked stupidly, but it was just stupid enough to make her huff a chuckle.
YAY! Second fic posted!! I had this martinating in my drafts for two whole days because I didn't have the chance to proofread it. เป๊ฐเพเฝฒโ โ>โ โ <โ โ๊ฑเพเฝฒเงง
@ladyofladies Here is more movie ! เป๊ฐเพเฝฒเนแต แต แตเน๊ฑเพเฝฒแ
Also, to anyone who's reading this, if you follow or reblog my work I'll add you to my tag list, though I might miss it so comment, too! โก
๊ฐ ๐ขummary โฅ You should really be more careful with your stuff, especially if it includes personal or embarrassing stuff!
๊ฐ ๐ฃags โฅ First fanfic โธโธ lesbians โธโธ fluff โธโธ best friends to lovers โธโธ yearning โธโธ slightly suggestive โธโธ mentions of violence โธโธ Butchfemme (reader is a hopeless romantic coded hyperfemme) โธโธ reader fell first and Clarisse fell harder!
๊ฐ ๐/๐ โฅ Reader is an Aphrodite camper, and Clarisse is butch in my writing but it's not mentioned in this fanfic! เซฎโ โข ห - โแโก
Click, click, click..
You sat in your cabin, dazedly clicking your pen as you swung your feet in the air. You've been in the same position for the last hour, figuring out how to start your diary entry. A lot happened today and you couldn't think straight, your heart was racing.
You didn't know where to start, you couldn't decide on chronological order or just blabbering out your girlish excitement on paperโbut you hated not being able to understand your notes when you read them later on, so you chose the latter.
๊ฐ D/at/e โฅ ๐ear diary.. Today might've been the best day of my stupid demigoddess life. I know I say that every entry, but Gods, I might mean it this time. To start, this morning, Clarisse kicked her own brother, like actually kicked with her foot, off the seat next to her to make space for me.
I know it's kinda disrespectful to my mother to not sit at my table, but certainly she has to understand! I'm so in love it's embarrassing, and love is her thing!
Anyways, when I took the seat next to her, she hooked her arm around my shoulder and gave me that damn grin. That one! Gods, I could squeal just thinking about it. I'm so fucked! I had to play it cool though, and thank Aphrodite I did. However, I lost my cool completely when later, an hour after lunch. Sh
Bang!
Your head whirled around to your cabin door while you hurriedly shut your diary and shoved it under your pillow, breath hitching even higher than before as you clicked your pen closed and quickly put it into the pen cup on your head board.
"Clarisse!" You said breathlessly, sitting up and sucking in air so you didn't look panicked. Clarisse seemed to notice, but by a miracle she said nothing and just slammed the door behind her. She didn't say anything until she got close enough to drop herself onto your bed right next to you, taking up most of the mattress' space. It's not like you cared though.
"Hey, loser." She greeted blandly, her arms crossed over her chest. Even when you're one of the few people she actually cared about, sweet nicknames didn't come easy. Though it didn't make you upset, you were obviously used to it.
"Hi. Uhh.. What are you doing here?" 'You interrupted my time to gush over you in my diary' is what you wanted to say, and you're glad Ares kids can't read minds, because she just shrugged casuallyโthe complete opposite of what your mind was.
You were trying so hard not to stare, but her biceps looked like they were reflecting light just to grab your attention. They were so smooth depsite being scarred.
'What I'd do just to get a bite..'
She jabbed you in the shoulder to grab your attention, and you jolted out of it.
"Earth to dumbass!" She snapped.
"Sorry! What were you saying?" You squeaked, adrenaline rushing through you like sugar in a kid.
She scoffed, trying not to laugh. She saw how you were staring. She always did. Yet she never said anything, because if she'd ever brought it up, she was terrified she'd stutter and do a shit job at flirting with you. Ares kids stuck to one thing for a reason.
But fuck does she love it when the girl of her dreams stares at her.
"I said I'm here to bother you, obviously. I'm allowed to come over whenever I want." She snarked, nudging you againโbut just soft enough not to hurt, only to wobble you a little.
You giggled a bit, to make up for the fluttery feeling in your stomach. If you didn't giggle at least a little, you might squeal in giddiness. Even looking at her made you want to take a large bite out of her.
"I didn't say you couldn't, and also, you'd break in anyway. But seriously, bothering me? Is that all?" 'Did you come over because you wanted to see me? Am I on your mind like you're on my mind? Do you love me? Tell me you do. I wish I was your girl.'
She shrugged casually again, leaning back and kicking off her shoes to lean against the wall. "That and see if you had any snacks I could eat. I'm on dessert ban again." She lied smoothly, to not give away the fact you were on her mind all day and she was sure she was going to punch someone if she didn't see you soon.
Your heart sank a little because you couldn't get a single read from her just by those two boring sentences. Snacks? Really? Fuck, you wished she'd just kiss you. Your lipgloss is sweet like candy.
But you didn't say that, of course. Instead, you just pulled out your candy jar from under the bed and passed it over. She grinned, unscrewing it to grab all her favoritesโthat you only had for her anyway. You knew she knew this part at least, because she always took all of them, and usually she'd spare some food for you.
The next day came quick. Clarisse was busy with punishments for the rest of that evening, so it all ended pretty fast, despite neither of you truly wanting to part. At least you were able to finish your diary entry, which took up about two pages, front and back. There was a lot of freaking out in there.
The morning was quick too, and so was the evening. It felt quick because you were with Clarisse the entire day, yapping off each other's ears while the passerby's stared at you both like you each grew two heads, because no one got that close to Clarisse unless they wanted to lose a body part.
Now, it was around time to settle down for the night. Clarisse had other plans though. She really didn't want to leave you. She loved you a lot. She spent the entire day trying to subtle stare at you like you rose the sun and the moon, memorizing the shape of your nose and the glaze of your lips. She never wanted to forget it.
But the sappy shit wasn't her thing. It was yours. So whenever you almost caught her, her eyes snapped away like looking at you burned her pupils. It made you a little sad, because you were too busy trying not to stare at her for you to notice she was staring at you.
Now you chatted mindlessly in her cabin, in the separate room that was for cabin counselors. You sat on her bed, and she was punching at a dummy to keep her antsy tendencies under control.
Somehow, the topic of crushes came up. Oh boy.
Both of you were tense. Her punches were harder, you were gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise.
"Having a crush is like being fuckin' hypnotized and your mind forcing you into thinking about them all the time. It's so stupid." She said bitterly, throwing a particularly hard punch. She was just lying to herself and you, she didn't mean it. You weren't stupid. You just took up a lot of her mind space, and all demigods already had ADHD.
You swallowed the sad feeling in your stomach. You never thought of crushes as stupid, love was never stupid to you. But you knew Clarisse, and how she could get about certain stuff, so you told yourself not to take it too seriously.
"That's a funny way to think about it, but yeah, kinda. I don't think it's stupid though." You shrugged, making her pause for a moment. She tried to keep her facial expressions in control, but her lips twitched a bit as a fluttery feeling twisted into her gut.
"You say that like you have a crush." She teased, backing up from the dummy to take a water break. She took her water bottle from her nightstand and sat down next to you, noticing your tense shoulders. She furrows her eyebrows. Fuck.
"You have a crush." She said. It wasn't a question.
You said nothing, instead following your fight or flight. You shot up from the bed, snatching your open bag up from the floor and snagging it over your shoulderโand just then, your diary fell out. Unlocked.
Clarisse was just about to stop you from walking away, but the book instantly caught her attention. As you gasped, she knew it was important, shooting down to grab it from the floor before you could.
You nearly screamed, dropping your bag and hurriedly crawling onto the bed to snatch it back. "Give it back!" You said, your hand coming out to grab it before it was swatted away.
"Fuck no, let me see!" She groaned, her face strangely upset compared to the moment before. Her gut told her this notebook said something about your crush, and she was jealous. Very jealous.
She grabbed your wrist, tugging on you and flipping you onto your stomach to sit on your back and read it. Not out loud, so at least she wasn't publicly shaming you. You were already dying.
"Clarisse, please! Don't read it!" You pleaded, trying to get her off of you, though it wasn't no use because she was a hunk of muscle. You couldn't help but admit to yourself you liked the weight of her on you. She always ran hot, too. She was hot.
Which you admitted in your diary, that she was ignoring you so she could readโthere was only so much she could get right with Dyslexia. Her silence terrified you, because she was never silent. You immediately gave up, bracing yourself for Tartarus on earth.
Instead, she laughed.
"Oh wow.." She whistled. "I know you're a daughter of Aphrodite.. but fuck. A little pervy, huh?" She laughed, so she wouldn't crash from relief. She flipped all the way to the first page you started talking about your crush on her to check the date. "Shit.. three years." She muttered, mostly to herself.
Three years was almost the same amount of time for her too. Except, it was two years for her. A very torturous two years, because Ares kids didn't do love. You were used to waiting, she wasn't.
You fell first, she fell harder.
She dropped the diary onto the floor, letting you go and flipping you over. You were trembling, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. She tugged you up by the collar of your shirt, holding you there for a moment just to look at you.
You were the prettiest thing she had ever seen.
She couldn't take it anymore, tugging you into her lap, grabbing a handful of your hair and pressing your lips together. All your tension went away just like that. At least the tension in your body. The tension between you two skyrocketed. Then you just had to whimper, and that was enough to set her off.
She slapped at your thigh for you to kiss back, and you jolted before you did, wrapping your arms around her neck as tears prickled in your eyes. You had always been the sensitive type, always so against the player stereotype of your cabin. You were all love and glitter. That's what made her fall in love.
When you finally pulled away, you sniffled, and she gave a small laugh. A little nervous, a little smug.
"You taste like candy." She teased. You wiped your eyes and giggled, nuzzling into her neck and hugging her tight. You yearned for this for years, so you had to savor this.
"It's my lipgloss.." You finally said, speaking after the long few minutes of shocked silence.
"I think it's your perfume bleeding into my nose and tastebuds." She said mockingly.
You huffed, before sinking your teeth into her shoulder for payback. She tensed, grunting before pulling your head back by the hair she had grabbed. You whined again, and she loosened her grip in reponse.
"That's a girlfriend privilege, little shit." She growled.
"So are you gonna ask me?" You asked sassily, earning another smack to the thigh that made you jolt.
"Fine. Will youโ" "Yes!"
A quick silence fell, before you giggled giddily and dug your face into her neck again. Now it was her turn to be silent. She couldn't believe she finally had someone that actually loved her for her and understood her.
Also.. you don't have to spend your time wishing to be her girl anymore.
๐aaahhh!! My first fanfic posted, I'm so scared!! I hope whoever you are likes it! Please follow and interact so other people can see my future work! ! เป๊ฐเพเฝฒใฃห -๏ฝก๊ฑเพเฝฒเงง
I am ๐ambiเฝฒเพe, or ๐mor. Make a nickname out of my username for all I care.
I am a writer that's trying to rekindle her spark with fanfics and sometimes poems. I go into art block a lot, because of things in my life. I thought this account would help me if I shared my work and people would like it that it would give me motivation to keep going.
A bit about me:
Iโm a Hellenistic Pagan, Iโm a lesbian, I love history, and I use She/They/It pronouns.
I will mostly write for my OCs because it is what I'm most comfortable with, but I will try to write for my other favorite characters. Don't be shy to send requests. โก
I will post random things sometimes. Random thoughts, feelings, and most of my art does reflect my mood or what state I might be in.
Warning:
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