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⋆｡°✩ , kenny. eighteen. unlabeled. she/her

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open up my eager eyes, cause i’m mr. brightside

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

summary: you and clarisse haven’t seen or heard from each other since freshman year of college. the two of you were inseparably close until your dorm and roommates changed. what happens when she finds you at a new year’s party two years later?

tags: mortal au, fluff, kissing

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y/nn stands for your nickname!!

i’m gen such a loser and have never once been to a party because a) they seem lame asl and b) i have never had the opportunity to know if they are lame. due to this i have to guess based on movies what parties are actually like so i hope this doesn’t read like those smut fics where you can tell the writer has never once been with another person!! thank you for reading, i love writing this shit. have fun i love uuuuuu!!!!

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the second clarisse arrived to the party she instantly regretted letting silena talk her into coming. the air smelt of strong liquor and sweaty twenty year olds. it was loud and bright, only adding to her annoyance.

every step she took, was another person drunk out of their mind crashing into her. instead of apologizing, they continued with their slurred singing and their uncoordinated dancing.

clarisse planned on spending the night at home but silena insisted that since it was new year’s eve they had to go out. already, she preferred she would have stayed home instead of trying to be a good friend.

5 minutes in and clarisse hated every second of it. she cannot fathom how silena genuinely enjoyed coming to these. to be frank, it wasn’t appealing in any sense of the word. she doubted her friend was being a hundred percent truthful when she told her she was going to have fun tonight.

she tried to have a good time, playing drinking games, and catching up with people she hadn’t seen in ages. despite her attempts to enjoy herself she wished she would’ve stayed with her original plan.

after close to two hours of partying she couldn’t handle a second longer before she knew she would lose her patience and have an outburst. she begged silena to leave but the other girl argued she and charlie were finally starting to talk. silena had a crush on charles beckendorf all three years of their time at uni and refused to miss out on getting closer with him.

all that was left for clarisse to do was make her way to the bathroom she could lock herself in until she was able to leave. however, the last thing she expected to see when she opened the master bedrooms bathroom door was you.

you were sitting on the ground, blue party hat on, with a bottle of wine in your hand. “jesus christ what the fuck are you doing the bathrooms occupi-” before you were able to finish your sentence you and clarisse made eye contact.

you furrowed your eyebrows “clarisse?”

“y/n? jesus christ, this is so pathetic. what the fuck are you doing sitting on someone’s mom’s dirty bathroom floor?” you got up from your place on the floor, embracing clarisse by putting your free arm around her neck.

“holy shit, how long as it been?” clarisse was a little embarrassed to admit this was the first time tonight she wasn’t annoyed out of her mind. her smile felt genuine hearing the enthusiasm in your tone, unlike the fake one she had been using earlier to save face. “has it been since freshman year?”

“yeah. it’s been a while.” her hand remained on your waist as you looked up at her with beaming eyes.

“wow. time has flown by. you look so different. hot, but different.” you put your hand on her cheek, scanning her face from top to bottom. clarisse chuckled at your bluntness, you were never one to hold back from the truth. your honesty is the reason the two of you became friends in the first place. you weren’t scared to admit she needed to clean up after herself. she admired the fact you were so comfortable being so outright. “it’s all that time you spent at the gym, huh? guess it wasn’t a complete waste after all.”

clarisse sat on the edge of the shower while you returned back to your previous spot on the floor. she watched as you took a swing of the wine you presumably stole from downstairs. “you look ridiculous, y/n. this is borderline depressing.”

“fuck you! i cannot stand spending another second down there and my ride is passed out so i have no way to get home. plus i’m like seventy percent sure you came here to do the exact same thing.”

“you know me so well.”

you chuckled at her monotonous tone. “want some?” you extended your arm towards her. before grabbing the bottle from your hand she scoffed and rolled her eyes. the two of you remained keeping eye contact as she drank the blood red coloured wine.

it surprised her that even after all this time passed there wasn’t any awkwardness. in fact she was relieved to be here with you instead of downstairs where she could still hear the music. it was a song she remembered from when she was girl. a band she was sure made music mostly from the nineties.

“i’ve missed you, clarisse. seriously! i was just thinking about you the other day.”

“is that so?”

“yeah! isn’t that so crazy? what a coincidence. you being here now.”

“mind blowing.” you rolled your eyes at her nonchalance. you were always the more emotional out of the two of you.

“have you always had such an attitude?” you teased.

“come on, y/n, you know me.”

“guess you’re right.” you smiled down at your hands, thinking back to how close you once were. “hey! who know who i ran into the other day? justine! guess what? she pregnant! on her third fucking kid. she was always really sweet but my god is her life a shitshow right now! she’s on her second baby daddy!”

clarisse’s jaw dropped and she sat up from leaning against the wall “no shit?”

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it had been well over an hour, the two of you reminiscing, laughing over shared memories, shit talking people you used to know. it was so easy with you. clarisse never felt like she needed to put up a front with you. you knew her and you liked her, flaws and all. she wasn’t used to such a thing.

growing up she was taught to conceal who she was. clearly, she didn’t take that advice too seriously considering friends were not something she had. people were scared of her. her anger issues went unchecked for far too long which she carried into college until everything changed. suddenly she had you, she had silena, she had the people in her classes. her siblings were the only people who even somewhat liked her and now? she had people she could confidently call friends.

she laughed again at one of your stupid jokes. it was awkward, it fell flat but she liked hearing them anyways.

the two of you continued passing the bottle until it was almost empty. by now the two were passed being tipsy. she could feel it in the air, there had been a shift. alongside the fact that for some reason she couldn’t stop glancing at your lips. you were wearing the lipstick you ‘kept for special occasions’.

clarisse thought she was being slick, unfortunately as always, you were able to see right through her. you knew there was something else at hand. a desire neither of you wanted to admit aloud.

suddenly, your eyes looked uncertain. it freaked clarisse out. did she do something wrong? her eyes widened as you gasped, jumping up from your seat. “what the fuck?”

“it’s mr. brightside!” just then clarisse recognized the song blasting from the speakers in the living room. it was a staple in their dorm room freshman year. everyday you would choose from your wide collection of cds and play an album. often times, you’d choose hot fuss by the killers. this specific song had always been your favourite.

clarisse smiled up at you when you started giggling. “dance with me!”

“there is no way in hell i am doing that.”

“clarisse la rue are you still no fun? get up and live a little! there’s nobody else here.”

groaning in annoyance, she sat up from the showers edge. watching you as you jumped up and down, clearly lacking any kind of rhythm or coordination. she was sure if this was anybody else she wouldn’t find it nearly as endearing.

“it started out with a kiss how did it end up like this? it was only a kiss it was only a kiss!” even worse than your dancing was your singing. still, clarisse laughed as you continued jumping around the room. you unexpectedly grabbed her hands, forcing her to join you.

“quit being such a kill joy! dance!” you spun her around several times, laughing at the scene. it was so unlike her it was unbelievable that it wasn’t a dream.

clarisse returned her hand back to your waist as your arm found its way back to the back of her neck. you other hand was intertwined with hers as you both continued prancing around. you continued singing along to the lyrics, both of you grinning so wide your faces hurt.

even after the song ended the two of you stayed holding the other. “i’ve missed this, clarisse. why did we never stay in contact?”

“i don’t know, y/nn.”

“well let’s change that.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

at this clarisse smiled down at you. her eyes bore into yours, as if a million words were being said all at once.

you mumbled a quiet “okay”, your smile growing.

suddenly the two of you were interrupted by chanting. it was ten seconds till the new year. after the initial shock, the two of you returned to making eye contact. for about the hundredth time tonight, clarisse’s eyes followed your lips. her mouth opened slightly, a feeling in her stomach she has never felt before.

seven.

you noticed.

six.

your smile grew.

five.

her eyes returned to yours.

four.

a flutter in your stomach.

three.

a breath held a moment too long.

two.

you hesitantly begin leaning in.

one.

she pulled you into her, your lips colliding.

after only a couple seconds of connection, the two of you pulled apart. her pulse was racing, your face flushed.

the two of you didn’t waste a second longer before your lips met a second time. your hands instantly travelled to cup her face, her hands pulling you closer than you were before. while the first kiss was soft and uncertain, the second was full of passion. it was reckless, it was messy, and it was addictive.

neither girl took a second to breathe, instead opting to stay together. the two of you slammed into the bathroom door, not breaking away for a second. you whimpered from surprise, only making the kiss more intense.

clarisse tapped the back of your legs, without hesitation you wrapped your legs around her waist. she led you the counter, continuing her unrelenting pace. she wanted you so bad so couldn’t bare to be without you any longer.

all of a sudden you pulled back to laugh. the feeling of being with clarisse became too much you were no longer able to handle it. you giggled as you put your forehead against hers. all she was able to do was admire your eyes, before she started laughing as well.

after taking a few seconds to calm down you spoke again, “that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“shut up, y/nn.” with that the two of you went back to kissing each other. both of your stomachs were filled with butterflies. the two of you had wanted this for far longer than you were willing to admit it and now you finally had it. it was perfect. the smell of leather and coffee on clarisse was addicting, alongside the cherry chapstick you tasted on her lips. this was everything you could ask for and more.

she pulled back, taking a second just to take you in. your swollen lips, the rising and falling of your chest, the desire in your eyes. what she imagined was going to be an awful night full of inconsiderate drunk douchebags was instead made up of you. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

your eyes lit up while your eyebrows raised. “oh la rue, how you flatter me so.”

“you’re ridiculous.” she chuckled before she put her hands under your jaw, making your face align with hers. “happy new years, y/n” grabbing the back of your neck, she brought you back into her.

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clarisse la rue

while you were sleeping i fell in love

open up my eager eyes, cause i'm mr. brightside

[angelprincesses]

while you were sleeping i fell in love

clarisse la rue x gn!reader

summary: it’s been 3 weeks since you arrived back to camp after a gruelling quest testing your strength, alongside your will. ever since, sleep has not come easy. is clarisse la rue the answer?

tags: angst, fluff, lowk ooc clarisse, y/n needs a hug, clarisse has a soft spot for you

note: hiii!!! this is my first time writing on tumblr! i decided to start writing because every hour i would check to see if there were more little one shots for clarisse. unfortunately, most of the time there was not. i am simply too impatient to continue waiting so i decided to take matters into my hands. this very well may suck but i hope you enjoy regardless!!!!

11:00 pm. it was your least favourite part of the day, going to sleep.

it hadn’t always been this way. in fact it used to be one of your favourite things. sleep meant warm and comfort with dreams of all of your wildest imaginations. even when you were a little girl you looked forward to it at the end of the day.

now, week 3 after you escaped the labyrinth with clarisse this was no longer true. for close to a month the two of you searched the maze, facing dangers unlike any other you’ve encountered in your past.

you were foolish to be so overly confident. you were more than sure that after years of training in camp, you were ready to face anything this quest had planned for you. however, after 29 days of fighting, torment, and numerous near death experiences you were left a fragment of who you used to be.

when days at camp half blood used to be spent playing capture the flag, lake days with friends, and nighttime bonfires, now had been spent eating with your head down and keeping to your bunk. hours past by as you kept to yourself, curled in a ball, waiting for your head to finally be rid of the memories from your quest.

you were plagued with nightmares, night and night again being a continuous replay of what you experienced. you hated sleeping because every time you closed your eyes you saw him. you heard him.

you were running down the seemingly never ending halls, attempting to escape the wrath of kelli, an empousa determined to kill you after you sent one of her cheerleader friends back to the underworld.

just 20 minutes ago you and clarisse had been separated. thanks to a door closing behind you, therefore completely changing the hall you were in only 5 seconds earlier. you were panting, clutching your injured leg as you ran for your life when all of a sudden you heard a voice. a distant humming.

“you’re face to face, with the man who sold the world.” it was familiar. a voice you previously believed you would never hear again.

no. it couldn’t be.

you knew you should have trusted your gut. in what world could it have actually been him? yet the delirium from a significant lack of food and water and wishful thinking got the best of you. you turned the corner, hoping you’d once again be welcomed with the sight of your dad singing in the kitchen while he made you breakfast. instead, you were met with a cyclops 4 feet taller than you, smirking. before you even had the time to fight or run, he grabbed you, tying you to a chair in the middle of his workshop.

it was claustrophobically small, with a wall full of weapons and a cauldron of boiling water in the corner of the room.

for hours he taunted you, using the voice of your father to psychologically torture you. he described to you in absolute detail just how he was going to kill, and then eat you.

you accepted you weren’t going to escape, that this sweaty forge was going to be your final resting place. all you were ever going to be was somebody who amounted up to nothing, succeeding nothing, and died without honour. you remember in what you believed to be your final moments praying to your mom. you begged she would forgive you for your dishonourable death, your dishonourable life.

alas, by some miracle your cries had been heard because all of a sudden the smile on the cyclops face fell and a spear projected through his eye.

when the gold dust disappeared, it revealed a girl with curly black hair and a look of pure determination. clarisse la rue.

“clarisse…” after this you had been let speechless, in complete disbelief you were no longer going to be a cyclops dinner. once she used her hunters knife to free you from the rope restricting you to the chair you fell into her, arms wrapping around her neck.

for gods knows how long you sat there sobbing into her chest, shaking and still bleeding from when he attempted to silence your cries. clarisse ran her fingers down your hair, shushing you while reassuring she was here to protect you.

being so vulnerable was completely foreign to you but you couldn’t bare to keep it at bay. so the two of you sat there until your breathing finally began leveling out again.

every night without fail the same memory flashed through your mind. it haunted you until you woke up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating and bawling your eyes out.

and sometimes, when the universe was feeling especially cruel the ending would change. with you dying in the labyrinth at the hands of that cyclops.

you tried to stay up. every time you felt you were about to close your eyes you’d then open them wider, refusing to let your guard down again. unfortunately, this never worked and instead left you in a state of fatigue as a result of the lack of sleep.

tonight was no exception, for the second time tonight you woke up shaken and gasping for breath. it was the same dream. this constant cycle of fear was exhausting. it was a never ending punishment for something you had zero control over.

most nights, when your mind was being plagued by nightmares the one thing keeping you level headed was clarisse.

you thought back to your quest when you shamefully admitted you were too frightful to sleep. instead of judging you like you had expected, she pulled you into her chest and spoke sweet nothings into your ear. it was unlike anything you would have ever imagined. clarisse la rue being gentle?

see, the two of you were never close. you never fought but the two of you practically only ever disregarded each other up until the quest. although you never spoke, you heard stories. stories of her bullying the other kids at camp. as a result of this, you steered clear of her and any other ares kid in general.

who knew that just a couple of months could change so much?

now, the only thing tying you to the real world was the thought of her touch. although her hands were calloused and bruised, she was soft with you. you imagined her putting her hands in your hair, and her tenderness when she held you as you slept.

tonight, however, the thought alone was not enough. no matter how much you tried, you kept seeing him.

so, despite your best judgement and your internal desire to stay in your cabin, you threw on a sweater and shoes and made your way to the ares cabin.

after successfully avoiding the harpies and the land mines surrounding the field, you made it to clarisse’s bedroom window. cabin counsellors were lucky enough to have their own personal bedroom so you wouldn’t have to worry about anybody catching you.

after a moments hesitation, you lightly knocked on the window. several seconds passed without noise and that’s when you realized how late it truly was. it was a stupid plan to begin with.

while you turned around to go back to your cabin you heard the window open. in front of you, was clarisse la rue in all her glory. her hair tightly intwined into two braids, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

you gulped when you saw her. the reality of the situation dawned on you and you quickly realized how humiliating this truly was.

“what are you doing?”

“i’m sorry. i just…i don’t know it’s stupid.”

“tell me.” based off everything you heard about clarisse it was unbelievable she was willing to hear what you had to say.

after several seconds of silence you finally spoke up “…i couldn’t sleep.”

clarisse looked behind her, behind you, then to the left and right. “come in.” with that, she grabbed your hands and pulled you into her room. it was nothing special. a double sized bed, a wooden desk, and a personal bathroom. the only decorations being a lamp, her spear, a couple of books, and a photo you couldn’t quite make out.

clarisse took in the appearance of the other girl she hadn’t seen in close to a week. you hadn’t left your cabin since chiron had called the two of you down to the big house. he congratulated you for surviving the quest although she could tell you were not truly there. you picked at the skin around your nails and bit the insides of your cheek until you were excused.

“do you want to tell me why you came all the way over here at two in the morning?” it was clear in her tone she was deeply concerned but she didn’t exactly want to show it. as a child of ares she knew there was a certain…standard to which she was supposed to live up to. emotions had long been swept off the table. however, when she finally found you half alive, all hopes lost she couldn’t help but let a fraction of her heart break.

you knew it was abnormal, neither of you spoke since that day at the big house. you had never even spoke before your quest. now, you were here begging for her sanctuary. “it’s just…i can’t…i don’t know it’s stupid. every time i sleep i can only think about our quest and everything that happened and it’s just…too much. i can’t sleep, i can’t eat, i’m barely a functioning human. i know it’s ridiculous, okay? i know it is. it’s just…no matter how hard i try none of it will go away.” you paced her room, pulling at your hair as you got increasingly frantic. tears uncontrollably fell down your face, and your breath began to pick up. “i sound like a mess i know i do, okay? especially since you somehow seem to be fine with everything that happened but…clarisse. holy shit i can barely even think in peace and i’m so fucking tired i can’t…i can’t do this anymore.”

at this point, you were on her ground practically sobbing the same way you did when she found you with that cyclops. without a second wasted clarisse followed suit. she shushed and comforted you just like last time. “hey…hey y/n, it’s okay. don’t cry.” her voice was sweet like honey, something reserved specifically for you. she pulled you into her chest, holding you tightly in her arms.

“i’m here, you don’t have to worry anymore. i’m here.” your tears soaked her sweater, leaving a stain. she grabbed your face into her hands, using her thumbs to wipe away your tears. you never once imagined that you and clarisse would ever know each other in this way. you decided from the day you arrived at camp you two would never get along. clarisse la rue was not kind, was never gentle. she was violent and reserved. now? she was the one thing tethering you to the real world. the only thing keeping you afloat. she was the only person who knew first hand what you’d experienced, what you lived through.

“can i just…stay here for a little?” clarisse’s eyes softened as she held your face in her hands. she nodded softly, pulling you up and walking you to her bed.

once you both have settled under the covers, you continued to face her. “i’m sorry. i don’t mean to be intruding or anything. it’s super embarrassing but i didn’t know what else to do or who else to go to.”

“y/n stop, it’s fine. stop apologizing.” with that she pulled you back into her chest, lacing her fingers into your hair. “just breathe, okay?” you followed the movements of her chest rising and falling. all of a sudden, a weight was lifted from your chest and you eyes couldn’t resist closing any longer.

“thank you, clarisse.”

“shh, go to sleep.” you barely stayed up enough long enough to hear her until you fell into a deep sleep. a sleep rid of nightmares. instead you dreamt of camp. camp before luke and how beautiful it once was.

note: if anybody has any tips, requests, criticisms, feel free to lmk!! i am new to this so i’m open to anything!!!! thank you for reading <3