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꒰ 𝓢ummary ❥ You should really be more careful with your stuff, especially if it includes personal or embarrassing stuff!
꒰ 𝓣ags ❥ First fanfic ⸝⸝ lesbians ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ best friends to lovers ⸝⸝ yearning ⸝⸝ slightly suggestive ⸝⸝ mentions of violence ⸝⸝ Butchfemme (reader is a hopeless romantic coded hyperfemme) ⸝⸝ reader fell first and Clarisse fell harder!
꒰ 𝓐/𝓝 ❥ Reader is an Aphrodite camper, and Clarisse is butch in my writing but it's not mentioned in this fanfic! ૮₍ • ˕ - ₎ა♡
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 paper—but you hated not being able to understand your notes when you read them later on, so you chose the latter.
꒰ D/at/e ❥ 𝓓ear 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 casually—the 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 again—but 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 favorites—that 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 shoulder—and 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 read—there 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 you—" "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.
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