Y/N:Onion Rings Are Vegetable Donuts.Natasha, Used To Y/N Being Like This:Sure...Y/N:Your Stomach Thinks

Y/N: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Natasha, used to Y/N being like this: Sure... Y/N: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Natasha: Okay? Y/N: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Natasha: Y/N: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Natasha: Jesus, that one is a little- Wanda, interested: No, no, Y/N, keep going.

POPSICLE

synopsis: enjoying a popsicle makes their imagination wander...

featuring: serpent, coquelic, cabernet, adela, kelvin

rating: 18+ smut (minors dni)

warnings: gn! reader, transfem characters (all of them), double coc.ks/hemipenes (serpent), no actual s.ex but it is very much implied, implied s.ex, implied mas.turbation, dirty thoughts, bon.ers, pining, mentions of bl.owjo.bs, voyeur.ism (coquelic), pwp

art credits: horimiya

SERPENT

The summer season was one of Serpent’s least favorite seasons while living in the Bureau. Usually because if she were back at home, she’d spend everyday just lounging around naked, due to the fact that she was cold blooded and absorbed the temperature of the environment around her. Unfortunately for her, the Bureau required Serpent to wear clothes 24/7 when around other Sinners, and poor Serpent was always at the boiling point whenever she kept her clothes strewn on. 

She’s protested against the clothes rule once before, but was quickly shut down by the Chief for her public indecency. Now that she was forced to keep her clothes on through the boiling months of summer, poor Serpent was currently dying while sitting in front of the AC to catch a break. 

“Mmmmmmpf tooo hottttt…” Serpent whined, her body sweating way too much thanks to the heat of the room. Her face was flushed and she was on the verge of tears with how grumpy and hot she was, wanting something to cool her down quick. 

“Serpent?” Her head turned around to see you peeking your head through the door. “Ah, little human! Hellooooo~!”

Though awfully sweaty, she flashed you a toothy smile and flicked her snake tongue out as a greeting. “What brings my little human to the screening room? Are you hot too?” 

“Yeah, most of the ACs around the Bureau are broken and are being fixed by Demolia or Eureka. This is the only room with somewhat decent air conditioning.” You smiled and held up two popsicles in your hand. “I brought popsicles from the kitchen.”

“Ooooooh.” Serpent perked up at that and held up her hands for one. “What flavor?” 

“Grape and strawberry.” 

“I’ll take grape.”

You tossed her the grape popsicle and opened yours with ease, sliding down to sit by Serpent near the air conditioner and dig into your icy treat. Serpent had already begun to munch on her grape popsicle while you did so, and she was perfectly content with this little snack, until she looked over to see you sucking on your own popsicle.

Sucking rather interestingly Serpent noted.

“Ah…” her cheeks flushed quietly at the sight of your lips pursing over the top of the popsicle and running your tongue across it. She knew you weren’t trying to be…suggestive in any way (she thought) but with the way your lips wrapped so perfectly around the head of the popsicle, she couldn’t help but let her innocent mind wander…

Would your lips wrap that perfectly around her two dicks? Serpent bit her lip at the thought. Would your pretty tongue lap over her tip so eagerly? Stroking and caressing over the head of her second cock, while beads of her precum spilled past the first tip and providing “flavor” to your eager tongue?

The snake woman gulped and shifted her gaze over to you again, breath hitching as she watched you unconsciously bob your head down to suck on the length of the popsicle a bit more. 

Oh…oh! Serpent felt all the blood rush to her face, as well as her two hemipenes down below, watching the way your head bobbed down with drops of popsicle juice dripping from the sides. She felt one of her cocks begin to twitch with arousal. Then the second. Then finally both cocks were stirring up with excitement at the thought of you going down at her. If she was hot then, then she was definitely hot now, as heat was pulsing through her veins with a need to see her pretty cocks stuffed down your throat (and other places). 

Her breath was heavy and laborious, imagining the sight of you down on her knees, smirking up at her while you pushed her dress up to tug at her panties with desire. She gulped when she pictured you slowly licking your hot tongue from the base to the shaft, before finally engulfing her entire tip into your mouth and fondling her second cock with your hand. Serpent groaned at the sight, and was about to picture you swallowing her whole when—

“Serpent? Serpent?!” 

Her eyes widened and she turned to look at you again, face flushing as she wondered if you could see her picturing you in so many lewd thoughts. Or even worse, could you see her erections? Was she having a prominent boner(s) right now?!

“I— I…uhm…” 

“Your popsicle is melting. It’s all over your hand.”

You sighed and grabbed a napkin to wipe the sticky mess off Serpent’s hand, chuckling a bit at how silly she was for letting her treat get messy like this. “You were daydreaming so much that it began making a mess on the floor. Glad to see none of it spilled on your dress, but what were you thinking about?”

“Ah…nothing! I have to go, sorry!” Serpent flashed you a nervous smile and quickly got up to leave the screening room. She felt bad for leaving you caught off guard, but she was in a rush to get to her cell room in order to see if anything “embarrassing” happened to her.

The moment she was safe and locked in the privacy of her own room, Serpent sighed and looked down to see the hem of her dress. Sure enough, two, prominent boners were standing tall and straining against the fabric of her underwear, causing Serpent to groan with how pent up and horny she was. “Ohhhhh whyyyyyy…” she whined, making her way to her bed to satisfy her cocks’ cravings. Today was going to be an even hotter day for her it seems…

COQUELIC

Coquelic had filed several complaints to the Chief of the MBCC throughout the early days of summer. When the majority of the ACs broke down in all the buildings, Coquelic was left lazing around in her room with Sumire or Garofano fanning her to keep her cool. Very spoiled was the Garden Master indeed, but without her trusty flower girls to dote on her every need, Coquelic would’ve melted like a puddle by now under the heat.

“Sumire, darling. Do put more wrist work in that fan, I’m starting to glisten.” 

Coquelic groans and runs a finger across her forehead, pouting at the way she felt the slightest bit of slick coat her skin. “I’m losing so much water…! My poor complexion…”

“Mentor, with all due respect, it is just a little bit of sweat.”

Poor Sumire was sweating a lot more than Coquelic was, due to the fact she was working to keep Coquelic happy, all the while having no AC or fanning herself. Though the Garden was full of assassins who could definitely handle hotter temperatures than this, it didn’t mean it was exactly “comfortable” for those having to sit around and just take in the scorching heat. At least with the missions the Garden girls had something to distract themselves with…

At the door to her room opening slightly, both Coquelic and Sumire turned to see you peeking in your head through the door. At the sight of your familiar face, Coquelic immediately perked up and sat up in her bed. “My flower! You’ve come to visit I see…” Coquelic chimed, a bright smile filling her once uncomfortable face. “Sumire, you are dismissed. And while you’re at it, get yourself something cold at the cafeteria. You look awfully red.”

Sumire sighed and bowed in respect, getting up from her position to walk past you and leave.  As she did so however, she flashed you a smile and mouthed the words “thank you” as if she were finally relieved to get a break from her mentor’s demands. 

When she finally left, Coquelic opened her arms for you to come join her in bed, eager to have someone like you keep her company on this hellish day. “My flower, what brings you here into my sanctuary? Are you here to spoil me again?” 

“You can say that. I brought some popsicles from the cafeteria kitchen, Kelvin is making them. Would you like some?”

“Oh? A cold, sweet treat for me? Give me a red one, it matches my lipstick.” 

You handed her the red, unknown flavor of popsicle and sat down besides Coquelic on her bed. The moment the cold treat graced the mentor’s lips, she let out a delighted sound of relief and began eating with vigor. “Mm, how perfect. That Kelvin girl sure is talented…” 

You chuckled and nodded, starting to suck on your own popsicle while staring off into space. You were content with just sitting there and soaking in the company of your beloved Coquelic, yet it seems with the way you were ravaging your popsicle, Coquelic had taken notice and began letting her eyes wander to your mouth…

With her own sugary treat halfway in her mouth, she let her red eyes fixate on the way you were sucking nonchalantly on your ice-cold popsicle. She knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, (at least, it seemed that way to her) but Coquelic couldn’t help but drag her own tongue across her lips with interest at how sensual your popsicle eating was…

You and Coquelic had a special relationship with each other. Not necessarily official lovers, but you’ve definitely explored each other’s bodies before several times. Her mind flashed back to memories of you towering over her in bed, hand fisting the base of her small, yet beautiful cock, with your face hovering over the hot head of her length. 

Her cheeks went pink at the memory. Recalling the way you shyly smoothed your tongue over her tip and inched your way further at a snail’s pace. You were so shy and meek back then, too scared to touch the Master of the Garden like this with your lips, before Coquelic had to take her own matters into her hands and shove you down further by forcing her hands down on your scalp. 

Coquelic drooled a bit inside her mouth when she recalled how you choked slightly even on her smaller size. You were so adorable with the way you looked up at her with lust, mouth bobbing up and down her short length and causing the master to buck her hips up into your throat. 

“Your tongue work is impressive as always.” Coquelic comments suddenly, smirking up at you with half lidded eyes. That caught you off guard and you nearly choked on your popsicle, blushing and turning to the Garden master. “C…Coquelic…”

“Oh, don’t stop now. Come on, give me a show.” Coquelic teased, eyes trailing down to the base of her practically lingerie attire. “I like it very much…”

Your eyes followed her gaze and your breath hitched at the sight. Through the thin, translucent fabric of her lace, a small bulge was prominent with bits of wetness staining the cloth. It occurred to you that Coquelic had been watching you this entire time letting her mind fill in the imagination of you sucking her cock rather than that popsicle… 

“When you’re finished with that, would you like to enjoy another kind of popsicle, my dear?” Coquelic teased, gesturing to the boner under her nightgown. 

“Ah, well…” your cheeks flushed but you couldn’t help but find the offer enticing. “Alright.” “Splendid!” Coquelic grinned and leaned back against her bed, continuing to eat her popsicle before fishing out her shaft to masturbate to the sight of you eating your treat. “Just take your time. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy the show…”

CABERNET

Cabernet was among the majority of the sinners who couldn’t handle the heatwave at the MBCC. For almost every meal, she’s requested a cold dish to combat the heat. Ice cream sundaes, cold soba noodles, fresh fruit sandwiches. Heck, Cabernet had even resorted to putting her precious grapes in the freezer of the MBCC’s cafeteria kitchen. The cold crunch of her beloved fruits being the only thing saving Cabernet from sweating her face off among the sea of sweaty sinners.

Usually the calm and composed food critic would be able to find an alternative food item to keep herself from dying of starvation (plus the heat), but on this particular day, it was just too hot that Cabernet couldn’t even find the appetite to eat something fresh. Every food presented to her was either too warm, or lacking in flavor from the frost. Poor Cabernet was just slouching over one of the cafeteria tables and trying to absorb the cold from the metal. It was a pitiful sight, and Kelvin began working on a solution to make the tastiest popsicle for Cabernet’s standards.

“Psst. Hey.” Kelvin flagged you over when you walked past the kitchen one morning. She had been busy preparing popsicles for the entire Bureau ever since the air conditioning in the building broke, so when you walked in, you could see an assortment of several different flavors, plus a batch of popsicles that definitely stood out from the bunch with how “fancy” it looked.

“Hey Kelvin, did you need something?” You tilted your head and looked down at her. 

“Yeah, can you do me a favor? I’ve been making popsicles for everyone at the Bureau, but Cabernet’s popsicles are a special case.” Kelvin laughed nervously and presented a tray of gourmet, special popsicles that had bits of magenta dragon fruit and unique coloration you had never seen before. “Can you give these to her? I feel bad that she’s suffering immensely through the heat wave.”

“Yeah, of course!” You smiled and took the tray from her hands. “Where is Cabernet currently?” 

“She’s lying on that table over there.” Kelvin pointed to a redhead slouching over a cold table in the corner, hair a mess as she pressed her face against the surface and looked to be in such a miserable state. You felt a pang of sympathy for the poor woman after seeing her all sweaty and messy from the heat of the Bureau, so you nodded quickly and began making your way over to her. “I’ll go deliver these to her, thanks.”

Approaching the hot redhead at her table, you set the tray down and Cabernet immediately perked up at the smell. “Oh, hello there,” Cabernet hummed, looking up at you and trying her best to smile despite suffering. “What did you bring me, dear?” 

“Kelvin made you some special popsicles with her own recipe. I’m not sure what’s in them, but they sure do look fancy.” 

“They do indeed…” Cabernet hums, glancing over at the magenta popsicles with interest. “Would you like to try one with me?” 

“Really?” Cabernet nods and generously hands you a dragon fruit popsicle. “I can’t finish this all. Please, try one with me.” She smiles and wipes a bit of sweat away from her brow before picking up her own popsicle. “Cheers, let’s enjoy this cold treat together.” 

She teasingly taps the tip of her own popsicle against yours, mocking a sort of champagne glass clink before slipping the popsicle in her mouth. “Mmmm…Kelvin certainly outdid herself this time. I can taste all the flavors of fruit she put in here, what do you think dear?”

“Mm, I’ve never tasted anything like this before…” you muttered with utter surprise, seemingly enjoying the strange new treat. “It’s refreshing and sweet, but not too sweet. I can even taste hints of citrus and lemon within the popsicle…” 

Cabernet’s eyes gleamed with amusement at your analysis. She chuckled before continuing to lick at her popsicle with refreshment. “I didn’t take you to be such the food critic, dear.” Cabernet teased, before a brief silence overcame the two of you, letting Cabernet’s eyes wander to your lips. 

Cabernet was one to notice people’s mouths often, yet this time she took interest in the way you savored the popsicle on your tongue. The way you hungrily slurped up and licked the droplets of juice dripping from the ice, tracing your tongue over each side and crevice while closing your eyes in pure bliss for how refreshing the popsicle was in the heat…

Cabernet licked her lips and let her eyes drown out in your enjoyment. A certain hunger filling the food critic as she imagined how you’d devour something else if you were that excited to eat something phallic shaped. 

Would you slurp up her cum like that if you were to suck her off? Would you make those breathtakingly delicious sounds like you were right now when she leaks too much and accidentally ejaculates a mouthful into your throat from how cute you were? Would the taste of Cabernet bring you bliss like this as you were right now? 

She was definitely a woman with a high libido and she made it clear. Swallowing the drool that was filling up her mouth and letting her thoughts run wild of you between her legs and getting cockdrunk off her taste and taste alone. Oh how she wishes she could see you enjoy how sweet she was, semen dribbling down your chin just like how the popsicle juices were currently making a mess on your face. 

“So messy, aren’t you?” Cabernet hums, taking her napkin and dotingly wiping the juice from your chin. “No need to be so ravenous, my dear. We have plenty of popsicles to devour.” 

She smiles and suddenly tilts your chin up with the edge of her fingers, eyes going half lidded with arousal before whispering in your ear. “Plenty of popsicles, and one you could savor forever.”

And judging from the small boner straining against Cabernet’s dress, you had a small idea of just what kind of popsicle Cabernet was referring to. It was one you would savor forever indeed…

ADELA

Because of how hot it had become in the Bureau, Adela began getting frequent customers, both staff and sinners alike, all asking for shorter and thinner haircuts to get just a bit more breeze on their skin while the ACs were all broken. 

Poor Adela had been stuck in her cell room snipping away hair for nearly everyone at the Bureau. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her job with a burning passion, but when almost all the ACs were broken and there wasn’t much ventilation circling through the walls (plus the added smell of hair chemicals and constant work from day to night), Adela was beginning to feel fatigued and had to take a small break in the screening room where there was one working AC in the whole building. 

She was covered in a thin layer of sweat as she took a sip from her ice cold water bottle to cool off. She was rethinking her working hours for the summer since she was getting more fatigued the further they went into summer, and was lost in thought until she heard the screening room door open. 

“Adela?”

“Oh, hello there sweetheart.” 

Adela flashed you a soft smile and immediately set down her water bottle. “What brings you to find me? Are you in need of a haircut? Everyone has been asking for one nowadays, it’s just too hot to function with long, thick hair…”

She chuckled and looked up at you, patting the spot beside her for you to sit down. “No, maybe next time.” You responded, smiling before sitting down next to her as she requested. “I came to give you something!”

“Oh?” Adela chuckles and tilts her head fondly. “You didn’t have to get me anything. Just your presence is enough for me.” 

“I know, but this time the gift is really worth it.” You smiled, holding up two popsicles in your hand. “The kitchen had been hard at work making popsicles for everybody, so I snatched two for us to enjoy!”

Adela smiled and blushed slightly at your generosity. “You really didn’t have to do that for me, sweetheart. I could’ve grabbed them myself, but…thank you.” She seemed very grateful for the sugary, cold, treat, and took one of the popsicles from your hand. “No problem, I figured since you were working so hard these past few days, you needed something cold to cool you down.” 

You frowned and got a bit pouty at the thought. “Everyone needs to wait a little with their haircuts. They’re overworking you on so many hot days…there’s only so much of you to go around.”

Adela laughed softly at the way you got so defensive over her, patting the top of your head soothingly. “It’s my job, I like making people happy with their haircuts. It does get hot sometimes, but I can handle it. I thank you for worrying about me, though.”

Oh how Adela wanted to kiss you badly for how much you cared for her. You were just so cute and endearing in her eyes, yet she refrained from showing you affection for fear of ruining your friendship. “Well, enough pouting. Let us enjoy this treat, shall we?”

She smiles and begins unwrapping her popsicle to enjoy. When you finally relaxed and eased up your tension, Adela sighs with content as the two of you were engulfed in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t often that Adela got to have a relaxing time like this with someone she deeply cared about, so to have someone like you spend time with her on her break, really brought the hairdresser at ease.

“Ah, mine’s melting a bit.”

“Careful dear. You don’t want to spill on your clothes—”

Adela glanced over at you and her breath hitched at the sight of you tracing your tongue up along the length of your popsicle, licking up all the dripping juices and trying to clean the mess off your hand with your tongue. The sight of you doing this reminded her of…not so innocent things as blood rushed to her cheeks and made her blush. 

“Oh…here, let me help you.” Adela grabbed a few spare napkins and helped clean the mess off your hand and chin. She adored the sight of your clumsiness and found herself fluttering over the way you looked up at her with gratitude. “Thanks, sorry. I guess I should’ve accounted that these popsicles would be a bit messy.” 

You gave her a small, innocently messy smile and poor Adela felt her tights suddenly feel restrictive against her lower areas. A pulse of heat shot through her cock, causing her to stifle a whimper and feel herself strain against her tights. Without warning, Adela felt her innocent mind cloud with images of your hand wrapping around her length. The long, yet skinny length twitching under your touch before you lean down to grasp the tip into your lips and smirk up at her with mischief in your eyes. 

Adela felt guilty. She hated and loved the fact that she was imagining you in such inappropriate positions. She wanted to get rid of these thoughts, but her mind started spiraling and soon she was picturing you kneeling by her bed, thighs parted slightly with your innocent eyes looking up at her and pleasing her length with that tight throat of yours. Oh how she could just imagine your tongue tracing over each individual vein ribbing along her cock, knowing full well that you’d enjoy a stimulating sensation such as that against your mouth…

Darn it… Adela was getting hard. Adela rarely gets hard with how she always had the best thoughts and intentions of her loved ones, yet when you were licking that frozen treat of yours so sensually, how could Adela not picture you replacing that popsicle of yours with her cock? 

“Ah, apologies my dear. But I’m afraid I must head back to work. Thank you for keeping me company,” Adela says in a quiet tone, getting up before you could say anything else and quickly making her way back to her room. After locking the door and making sure no one could get in, Adela groaned and slid her tights down, her erect cock popping free with beads of precum leaking down the tip, as she now had a rock hard boner to deal with before seeing other customers… Adela sighed and rubbed her face in frustration. It looks like she’d be spending the rest of her break trying to relieve herself of this monster, sitting down on the chair her customers oftentimes sat on, before touching herself to thoughts of cumming down your throat…

KELVIN

For the past few days at the Bureau, Kelvin was hard at work preparing popsicles for everyone, ever since the air conditioning units all broke for seemingly no reason. Staff and sinners alike were all sending so many complaints to the poor Chief, and Kelvin being Kelvin, thought of making a temporary solution in order to get everyone off the Chief’s back. 

Kelvin was one of the few sinners who weren’t affected by the heat wave. Due to her particularly unique ability gained from becoming a sinner, Kelvin was immune to the hot air and fatigue, and was busy whipping up different flavored popsicles in the kitchen from morning to night. 

The chefs of the Bureau would help her, of course.  But most of the time Kelvin worked alone. She wanted to perfect her popsicle recipes to appease to the crowd’s tastes, so she was oftentimes up late at night preparing several batches of flavorful frozen treats. 

You had stumbled upon her cooking up a storm in the kitchen one night when you were out to get a glass of water. Upon seeing the meek sinner running around and mixing different fruit blends and flavors, you peeked your head in with curiosity and wondered what she was doing. 

“Kelvin?”

You watched as she squeaked and nearly dropped the tray of unfrozen popsicles on the floor. Quick to rush over to her, you helped steady her posture and felt guilty for startling her. “Ah, sorry. I shouldn’t have surprised you like that.” 

“N-No no, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect any visitors today at this hour,” Kelvin nervously chuckled and set the tray of unfrozen popsicle juice on the counter. “Did you need something from the kitchen? I’ll try my best to provide.”

“Well, I just came down to get a glass of water, but I didn’t expect you to be working so late still.” You tilted your head at her and offered a hand. “Do you need help? You've been working so hard lately caring for the entire Bureau throughout the heat wave. I don’t want you to be tired.”

Kelvin’s cheeks flushed a bit at your concern, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ah, well, if you’re up to the task, I’d be happy to have some help in filling the rest of these popsicle molds. These are all for tomorrow’s batch, and I think it’ll be faster if we had two people working at the same time.” 

She smiles sheepishly at you. “Is…Is that okay?” 

“Of course, here, give me a pitcher.” And so you began helping Kelvin out in the kitchen. The two of you working diligently to finish tomorrow’s popsicles as quickly as possible. What was about half an hour of work had been halved to about fifteen minutes with you and Kelvin working together, and soon the last batch of the evening was slid into the freezer ready to be frozen for tomorrow. 

“Ah, we finished much quicker than I thought!” Kelvin exclaimed happily, already starting the cleanup process. “If you’d like, you can grab a popsicle of your choice that’s already been frozen. Think of it as like…a treat of sorts. A thank you for helping me.” 

She smiles bashfully and fiddled with her fingers, quickly washing the dishes while you took a popsicle of your choosing. 

“Mmmm. You've really outdone yourself this time, Kelvin. This flavor is really good.”

“Really? I’m glad you enjoy it—”

Kelvin grinned and turned around to face you, only to gasp and nearly drop the cup she was holding in her hand. 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

“Ah, nothing nothing. I just thought I saw a bug on the wall.” 

She flashed you a timid smile and turned back to face the sink, ears going pink as the sight of you pursing your lips over the popsicle and sucking on it ravenously, as it had Kelvin’s innocent mind wandering to dangerous territories. She didn’t expect herself to get so…aroused at the sight of you nonchalantly sucking on a popsicle to eat, yet the poor woman felt the inside of her small cock pulse with need the more she thought about it.

‘Ohhhh nooooo…’ Kelvin thought, trying to take her mind off her horniness as she continued scrubbing the dishes. She was lucky that she was turned away from you to hide her ever-growing blush and flustered-ness, but a part of her wanted to let her imagination run loose with the image of you bobbing your head up and down the sugary confection. 

Kelvin’s cock was not the biggest in comparison to the other sinners, in fact she was probably one of the smaller sinners on the spectrum when it came to measuring her dick size. However, she couldn’t help but think of how easy it would be for you to pop her entire length in your mouth, taking her from the tip to the base, as your mouth swallowed her whole and engulfed her in a sea of pleasure.

Kelvin stifled a whimper, feeling her tights strain against her ever-hardening erection as she rubbed her thighs together to provide some friction on her shaft. Poor Kelvin, she was so, so horny now. Picturing someone as hot and caring as you slowly edging her and teasing her as you traced circles around her cute cockhead, watching the tip grow redder and redder before spilling over with cute beads of seed and down her thighs…

Oh my, if you teased her delicately like that, Kelvin is unsure if she’d ever be able to stop herself. After all, whenever Kelvin orgasmed, she could barely contain herself as her ejaculations could last a very long time depending on how sensitive she was. (And most often than not, Kelvin was very sensitive when it came to a lover’s touch) 

“Mmpf…hnnn…” Kelvin chewed her bottom lip and swallowed as she felt herself stiffen while scrubbing the dishes. She was definitely distracted with her thoughts, as she didn’t notice you creeping up behind her.

“You’ve been scrubbing the same cup for a while now.”

“Ah!” 

Kelvin yelped and made the mistake of turning around, revealing the small, barely noticeable —but still noticeable in your eyes— dark stain that hovered just above where her tip would be. Your eyes immediately lowered and noticed the stain garnering the bluenette’s little chef outfit, and the smirk that stretched across your lips caused Kelvin to shiver with delight.

“Oh, distracted were we?” You chuckled, causing Kelvin to squeak and cover her crotch area with her hands, face going bright red with shame as embarrassment settled in. “Ah, don’t cover yourself. You look adorable! Were you busying yourself with thoughts of me?”

Kelvin couldn’t make eye contact with you, but stiffly nodded as a show of honesty. 

“Awe, alright then. I’ve finished my popsicle while you were ‘distracted’ but I’m still hungry…” 

Kelvin’s breath hitched as you got down on your knees, resting your cheek on her leg and smiling up at her. “Care to give me another popsicle, Kelvin? I came down for some water earlier, but it seems I’m parched for something else…” 

Unable to overcome her lust, Kelvin gulped and just slid her tights down with ease.

Clarisse x Reader - This is a Life

Clarisse x gn! reader

Reader is from the Aphrodite cabin, but only for the plot!

An- Around 3.3k words, sorry it took so long to get out! Hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know if I should write something that kind of does more of a deep dive into this, because I feel like something is missing or something

Warnings- Weapons, fake dating, blood at one point, affection, petnames, guy named Andrew (apologies to any one named Andrew), Aphrodite is a pretty okay mom in this. Pls tell me if I missed anything!

Everybody in camp recognized you as the favored child of Aphrodite. People looked twice when you walked by, flowers bloomed in your direction, and mirrors wished they could reflect you.

Clarisse is the favored daughter of her dad, Ares. People feared her, flowers looked away as she passed, and only a select few could stand to be close to her.

But even those who were close kept a great distance.

That was what was similar between the favorite Aphrodite kid and the favorite Ares daughter.

But even that was comparable, for she was a daughter, and a daughter could never compare to a son in her fathers eyes, whilst your mother seems to love you unconditionally.

You and Clarisse weren't close by any means, but you had always caught each other's attention on some level.

For you, it was how she sparred. Muscles flexing, covered in sweat, and a wild and free grin spread across across. You could find beauty in her that was no wheres else in the camp.

For her, it was the way you held yourself and how you were with young campers. Your slight confidence, the care you have for each camper, and the way you treat others. It was admirable, considering the way that Clarisse was probably the opposite of you.

“-risse, Clarisse, Clarisse!” Clarisse brook out of the slight stupor she was in and looked across the table where her sibling was calling her name and waving his hand around. “Oh, thank the gods. I about almost called over an Apollo kid to check on you.” She rolled her eyes as he laughed a bit.

They were in the dining hall, for it was lunch. Her plate was still quit full as she looked down at it. She was hungry, but she felt as if there was something preventing her from eating.

“Hey, would you look at that.” Her brother was looking past, his eyes holding questions. She turned her head to look over her shoulder and scoffed. There you were, holding your tray and standing talking to Percy Jackson, who was sitting alone at his Poseidon camp table.

That Capture the flag game happened a while ago now, but it was still upsetting how many people still like that kid, even after what he did, although it makes sense with all of the things he has done.

Her grip on her fork tightened, and she glared hard in your direction. Her brother snorted. “You really like them, huh?” She whipped her head back to look at him.

“What? Who?” She softened just slightly after he said your name. “Where did you get that idea?”

“The way you two look at each other. There's a rumor going around that you two are secretly dating each other, but we all know that you would never.”

“Never what?”

“Date anyone. Especially them.” She scoffed again.

“What do you mean?”

“You're not… an emotional person. Everyone knows you couldn't even make a relationship actually work.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Fine then.” She slammed her hands against the table and got up, making her way over to you. Percy noticed her first and scrambled to sit up straighter and to not smile. You raised your eyebrow at him, but he nodded his head in Clarisse’s direction and you laughed a little.

“Hey Claris-” you lifted one of your hands up to wave, but once she was close enough she took that hand in hers and then wrapped her other arm around your waist, pulling you towards her in a kiss.

The whole camp seemed to go quiet, and while it wasn't the most emotional kiss, Clarisse was very passionate in how she was kissing you, it was overwhelming to say the least. Your tray dropped, spilling food all over the ground and making a loud crash. Your hand found its way to the back of her neck and you gently tugged on her curls and twirled some of the baby hairs at her nape around your fingers. She broke off the kiss, looking you right in your eyes as you were flustered and tried to reclaim your breath.

“Um, what the-'' Percy began, but before anything else was said Clarisse tugged on your hand and ran towards the forest with you.

“Clarisse, what was that a-”

“Date me.” She blurted out the words before her mind could tell her to not to.

“What- this is super out of the blue, even for you Clarisse!” Clarisse rolled her eyes.

“We can fake dates then. Just for a few months or so.”

“How is that even relevant?!?!”

“If we fake date, then none of it will be real. And then, I get to prove something, and you…well,  I can make sure people dont bother you.” You narrowed your eyes at her.

“But why?” Clarrise sighed deeply and your eyebrows furrowed more.

“Look, people already think we are dating, my sibling thinks I could never be in a relationship, and I don't hate you. Much.” She then looked you up and down in a way that almost made you wish that you were invisible.

“Now, how well can you act?”

The shock of the century happened at camp Half Blood the next morning at breakfast when Clarrise showed up with you attached to her arm. Jaws were on the floor and every table was turned towards your direction.

Clarisse had a proud smirk on her face as she survived the dining hall. Some part of you also felt weirdly proud as well, as if having your arm intertwined with hers was the reason you were at this camp anyway.

She moved you in the direction of the Ares table, an arrangement the two of you had settled on while setting up rules and guidelines. You would sit with her at her table, at least come to most of her training sessions and sit next to her at the bonfires. She would visit the strawberry fields and lake with you, join the craft classes you have with young campers, and on occasions, she would allow you to place a kiss on her while wearing lipstick or lip gloss, making sure to leave a mark.

You both also agreed on minimal kissing, which was a shame since she was a good kisser. Any other types of touches were pretty much guaranteed if the two of you were near each other.

“Goodmorning.” Clarisse greeted the rest of the table, untangling her arm from yours before setting her tray on the table and then sitting down. You did the same, and in an instant, Clarrise wrapped her arm around your waist, situating her hand on your stomach comfortably. You scratched a bit closer to her so your thighs were touching.

A chorus of morning greetings left various peoples mouths and Clarisse hummed a bit. She reached for a bag of apple slices and ripped open the small bag with the help of her teeth. You giggled a bit and nudged her side.

“Honey, that was kind of weird. You know you could've just let go of me, right?” She stared into your eyes mischtifully.

“You lost me at let go.”

It took everything in you to not burst out laughing as a few people around you literally gagged. She winked at you and you grinned at her before the two of you each turned back to your breakfast.

Your chin sat on both of your palms as you sat in the stands right outside of the training grounds, watching as Clarisse took on another camper in a dual. Capture the flag was coming up in about a week, but despite that, many people have come up to you asking if the news that had spread around camp was true.

“Hey, babe, did you see that?” Clarisse was jogging over to you, a smile on her lips. You smiled back at her and once she was close enough moved to stand between your legs, her hands trailed up your thighs lightly before they landed on your waist. You tried your best to ignore the shiver that went through your body.

“I missed it. I’m sorry hun.” You put one of your hands on her shoulder while you fiddled with one of her strands of curls with the other. She let out a breathe, and you could almost swear she was pouting.

She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching your ear. “You're doing good, yeah?” she whispered.

“Yeah.” you whispered back. She moved a little bit back and smirked.

“Good. You keep doin’ that, 'kay sweetheart?” she patted your thigh twice before turning and running back to her training. Your heart skipped one to many times during that interaction.

Please Mother, let me survive this.

The next week and a half went pretty much like that, with you and Clarisse glued to each other's sides for the entirety of the day. She was even somehow able to convince Chiron to put the Aphrodite cabin on the red team.

You were with Clarisse now, getting ready for the capture the flag game. Your armor sat heavily on your shoulders as you did your best to fix all of the straps while following your “girlfriend” and listening to her bark out orders and plans.

Some of your siblings were grouped together all complaining about how much stuff they had to do compared to when they were on the blue team, but you knew that some of them were grateful that Clarisse knew that they were capable to do things that the other cabins could do.

Clarisse looked behind her where you were still struggling with your armor. She sighed and moved closer to you. She carefully took your hand in hers and then tighten your straps so that way it was secure. You watch her face the whole time, finding the way she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration to be quite cute.

“There. You ready to do this?” She looked up, pausing when her eyes met your. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before your eyes flickered to the ground, or at least any wear that wasn't her face.

“Yeah, I am. What did you want me to do again?” She huffed out a laugh and then moved past you.

“All you need to do sweetheart is to follow me.”

Even though you were out of breath, you continued to follow your fake girlfriends footsteps.

Well, it wasn't like you had much of a choice with how tightly she was holding your hand and tugging you along paths.

Out of nowhere, a group of people from the blue team jumped out of the trees and began to attack. Clarisse let go of your hand and brought out her spear, running forward and taking on two people at once.

You took out your provided sword and prayed that your trainings with Clarisse would pay off. Your sword clashed with the sword of a boy from the Hermes cabin, and you recognized him as a guy named Andrew, someone who used to follow you around and flirt with you before you and Clarisse became a temporary item.

“I’ve been wondering if I could even get you alone.” Andrew backed you away from the rest of the group and more into the trees.

“I have a girlfriend, Andrew.” You made sure your voice was stable and hard. You hoped you could get your point across to him, but this is the guy who couldn't take a hint from you before, so it was evident that he wasn't going to start now.

“Come on, everyone knows that you like me. We can tell that Clarisse pressured you into the relationship. The two of you weren't meant to be.” You tripped over a root, sending you falling, hitting the ground hard and hurting your back in the process.

“Me and you were meant to be together. Couldn't you see that I was flirting with you? ‘Cause I could see that you returned the feelings with how you flirted with me.” Your eyes flickered for any type of escape from his anger and jealousy, but there was no safe way out with how he was practically sitting on your stomach. It made you sick with how close his face was to yours.

“Well,” you carefully moved your hand to twirl a longer strand of his hair between your fingers. It was straight, especially compared to Clarisse’s. You tried to ignore how wrong this felt, and you tried to push away the urge to gag. If using the charm you had gotten from your mother would get you out of this, then so be it. “I had no idea you felt like that, sweety. What can I do to make it up to you?”

Charmspeak wasn't against the rules. After all, this was the gift that was given to you from your godly parents.

You watched as his eyes followed your hand as you began to softly caress his face.

This has to be one of the most disgusting things you have ever done.

“So you do like me! I knew th-” Andrew stopped his sentence as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he flopped off of you to the side. You jumped up, finding yourself in front of your savior.

“Clarisse! You knocked him out! Is that even aloud?!” Clarisse laughed and poked Andrew with the none sharp end of her spear.

“He deserved it. Easiest decision of my li…” you stopped trying to wipe off all of the dirt that had resided on your clothes to raise your eyebrow at her Clarisse.

She was staring at you, her mouth slightly open and an almost entranced look in her eyes.

Was there dirt on your face? Did you somehow use your charmspeak on her?

“Um, Clarisse, maybe we should-'' Before you could finish your sentence, Clarisse had brought her left hand up and gently slid her thumb over your cheek bone.

You guessed that you had gotten a small cut there, and from the small flash of red that appeared and her thumb, you guessed that you were right. She moved it away a bit, and then she pushed back a strand of hair that had begun to obstruct your vision. She kept her hand there then, and you brought up your hand to touch her wrist, a grounding move for you were starting to feel light headed. You stared into eachothers eyes, and what broke you apart was the flinching sound of the games ending conch shell horn.

The blue team had won, another year in a row.

Clarisse sighed and ended the contact, moving away and bending down to pick up your discarded sword. She put it in your hands.

“You weren’t too bad out there. And, you, huh, you looked, um pretty good too.” She nodded, cleared her throat and turned away from you, heading back down the trail, but not before using her foot to push Andrew out of the way more.

For some reason, that was the moment you finally realized how in love you were with your fake girlfriend.

That night, your mother appeared in your dreams for the first time. Sitting on the wood pierre that was feet above the water, with moon light reflected off the liquid, Aphrodite appeared in front of you. With curly brown hair and brown eyes, and that tanned skin that you could swear you had begun to memorize, your mom looked different from what you expected.

“I appear as what you are attracted to,” Aphrodite nudged your shoulder from where she sat beside you. She seemed to respond to what you were thinking. “For you, that's that girlfriend of yours.”

“Fake girlfriend. We aren't really dating.” Aphrodite laughed in a way that made your heart beat a bit faster. That laugh belonged to someone who now had your heart.

“Could… could you switch to look like someone else? This is kind of unnerving to me.” She laughed again and shook her head.

“I can't be here for long, my child.” She change the subject.

“Then why are you here?”

“You're in love somehow. I know that you probably wouldn't tell her without some sort of push.”

You stared at her. She was practically glowing, the sear fabric that was draped on her body floating.

“Hearts aren't meant to hurt, hunny. If you distance yourself, or try to break away from her and move on, then two hearts will get hurt.”

Silence fell over the two of you, just for a moment.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Am I… am I really your favorite? I mean, other people say that, but you've never given me a gift, and I haven't been on a quest, and this is the first time I've even met you. I just-”

“There are many of you, and I have love for each of you and your siblings. But yes, it could be said that I am very proud of you, and what you have accomplished.” Tears started to fill your eyes, though you weren't sure exactly why you were crying.

“Goodbye, my dear.” She softly pressed a kiss to your cheek.

And with that, your mother was gone once again.

Tears were running down your face once you woke up.

You moved off your blankets and got up moving towards the cabin's front doors. It was almost pitch black, and it was easy to tell that it was still night. Maybe just sitting out on the porch and thinking would do you some good.

But right when you were a few steps away, the door started to crack open.

Your mind jumped to many conclusions, like there was a ghost or one of your siblings had stayed out late with their partner. Then you caught sight of the hand that was pushing on the wood.

It was the same hand that has intertwined with yours, the same hand that had held onto your body all week. The same hand that you had seen wielding a sword for years.

“Clarisse?” The door stopped opening, and then Clarisse poked her head through the opening.

She whispered your name back, and you took note about how this was the most sheepish you had ever witnessed her to be. She backed up, and you went out of your cabin to join her.

“Hey.” she whispered.

“Hi.” you whispered back. “What's wrong?” You could swear that her hand twitched in the slightest, like she was about to reach out and hold yours but thought better.

“I, um, had a nightmare. You were the only place I could think to go to. It’s fine now though, so you should go back inside and get your beauty sleep.” She turned away from you, starting to go down the steps back to her cabin.

“Do you like me?” She stood still on the second step down. You walked towards her slowly, and you started to wish you had brought a blanket out with you. The night chill was starting to get to you, and you were starting to wish that you had that type of safe feeling.

“My, um, my mother visited my dreams tonight. And we talked, and I know that we havent really been dating, but i kike you Clarisse, and I kind of hoped, only if you want, if we could kind of be offic-”

A pair of lips crashed into yours before anything else happened. The passion from the first kiss that the two of you had shared was there still, but this time something felt so much more real.

You felt so many emotions, and so did Clarisse, and you knew that she was trying to convey them all to you like this.

Both of her hands were on your face, each one gently holding your cheeks so you could stay in place. Your hands were on her wrists, but you moved them to the back of her neck where you gently tugged on her curls. You smiled into the kiss.

Her hair would always be your favorite.

Clarisse pulled away from the kiss, and laughed when she saw your eyes were still closed. You glared at her a little, but your smile was still present on your face.

“I do.” Clarisse said. You hummed and tilted your head in confusion. Clarisse laughed again a bit.

“I do like you.” Somehow your smile got even bigger.

“So we can kiss anytime now?”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

Liar Liar

Yandere Final Girl x Slasher reader

Summary: After escaping an attack from the town serial killer, party girl Daina throws a get together to celebrate. Only, she made the whole thing up.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: blood/gore, violence, murder, slight emetophobia

“We’re here now with Ms. White, the alleged latest survivor in a series of recent murders by the serial killer known as Mercy Valentine, by locals. Any words you’d like to say to the press?”

“It was horrible... My… my boyfriend was killed when we were heading home after practice. I managed to get away after being attacked in the locker room, but he… he didn’t make it. I found him… bleeding there in the field. When I came back with police, he was gone.” 

“Are you aware of the rumors that it may be a copycat? There has never been any reports of a body being taken from the scene.”

“Believe me, I know who I saw that night…”

The video pauses; frozen on a frame of a young woman with tear stains running down her face. Said girl falls back on her bed; the worried praise of her friends falling at her side.

“You’re so brave, Daina.”

“I wouldn’t go anywhere after something like that.”

Daina-Grace White, or just Daina White depending on the crowd. Her parents thought their special little girl needed a special name, and that’s why she had been christened with a hyphenated first name. A star cheerleader in high school and track runner in her spare time. Everyone’s first pick for prom queen, and as the clip proclaimed; the most recent victim to the killer known as Mercy Valentine.

Mercy's preferred targets were those in pairs; one to take the blade, and the other to tell the tale. Couples were a frequent hit; earning them the latter part of their name – even if friend groups and families had fallen as well. The surviving party always had injuries such as scrapes and bruises, but the killer would turn and walk away before they became fatal. People speculated this was out of wanting to become some type of urban legend in the town, others some sort of guilt for their crimes. A few - believed it was on a level far deeper than that

Poor Diana and her boyfriend, Nathaniel, had been all alone on the night it happened. Scares out of their minds, one on the brink of death. It would have been a traumatic experience for the survivor and a terrible end for the one who died; had Nathaniel not gone missing the night prior. 

“Thanks, guys. Part of the reason I’m able to go on is because of the support of friends like you.”

It was rather easy to fake; especially with evidence practically placed on a silver platter for her. There had been talk around campus from his sister about him not returning home last night, and his car was found parked a couple streets away from her home. It was known to many that Nathaniel had the hots for Daina; even giving her his coat on a rainy day. With his phone conveniently placed in the passenger seat, and a slash to her arm; Daina was able to come up with a story that threw off most skeptics. 

Daina sits up, stretching away the worries of the day. “Let’s not focus on it for now. We have a party to get ready for!”

-

Most wouldn’t expect one to have a get together after the tragic death of their loved one, but Daina wasn’t like most people. She was a live in the moment type girl, and this moment was the prime of her youth. Plus, if anything were to happen, her father had given Daina her birthday present early. He really didn’t want to leave her alone after the ordeal, but duty calls. 

Snacks, sodas, and a punch bowl full of enough liquor to make someone forget the evening entirely sat on the kitchen counter. Living room lights were turned down low; and music played through speakers about the house. Every door and window had been left unlocked; just inviting the devil to play. She changes into something that’s easy to move around in, throwing her old top to a corner that lands on a mannequin she used to dress up when she was little.

“Sorry about that.” Daina giggles, tossing the clothing into its proper storage before heading back downstairs. 

-

8pm just minutes away, Daina hops on her couch and begins livestreaming to her social media of choice.

“Hey, everyone! Just getting the last couple things ready for tonight’s party. Times are tough, and we all need something to lighten the mood around this town.”

Comments pour in, only one catching her eye.

“Aren’t you worried about the danger?”

“Screw that! The killer supposedly never goes after the same victim twice, and even if they did come after me, I’ll just kick their ass like last time.”

She lifts up her arm, showing off her bandaged wrist while holding up her middle finger. Uncaring of the dangers of her actions; and whoever may come across the stream.

-

Eight o’clock finally hits, and the people begin to pour in. The party didn’t actually start until thirty minutes later, but there were always those who showed up early. Daina greets everyone with smiles and the occasional hug; pleasantries stopped when a certain individual walks through her door.

“Hey, Gracie… How you holding up?”

Mike was a quarterback for the school’s football team, and the best friend of the, supposedly, late, Nathaniel. He was the first to call Daina out on her claims; an allegation quickly shot down by their peers. In another life, the title of Mike's best friend belonged to her. A sweet girl, up until the beginning of high school, where her true colors began to come to light. The event that led to their falling out had been sweet under the rug due to only the two knowing of it; yet the scars were still there.

“Daina. What are you doing here, Mike?”

Mike stiffens, shuffling in his spot at the door. “I.. just want to bury the hatchet. We’re losing people left and right. For numerous reasons. It’s better to stick with each other than to hold grudges.”

Daina glares at him, but steps aside. “Alright, fine.” Mike starts to walk in, but she stops him again. “If you start anything, I’ll kill you myself. Do you understand?”

-

The party kicks up around nine. Young adults spilled across all floors of her house, and the backyard. A small group stands by the pool; two individuals holding the ankles of another hovering over a keg someone had bought. 

“27…28…”

Thomas taps the side of the container, the contents in his stomach slowly edging back to his throat. It relaxes as his friends put him down, but the way the world around him spins and the heaviest of his body tells him it won’t last long. He cheers along with the crowd; covering his hand over his mouth as he pushes through them all to head back inside. Passing the hostess, he weakly asks;

“Hey… where’s the bathroom?”

Daina points towards the stairs. “Second door on your left.”

With a brief thanks, he speeds up the stairs and to the bathroom. He barely makes it to the bowl before he begins to heave. The sound of his retching blocks out all other sounds; the cool night air on the back of his neck. Had he paid attention to the room for a second longer when he entered; he would have noticed that the window had been closed when he walked on.

Thomas flushes the toilet and stands on wobbly legs, walking over to the sink to wash out his mouth. He bends forward to splash water in his face. Through the waves, he spots something in the corner of the room. A shadow distinctive from the rest; its face a mix of white and pink.

“What the fu-"

Before he can continue, Thomas' face is slammed against the mirror; open eye pressed to the glass. He tries to flail around, but his actions are cut short by a blade to his neck. With a single slice, his throat is split; blood gurgling from the fresh wound and out the corners of his mouth. He slumps against the sink as the weight behind him vanishes; body twitching as it draws its last struggled breath.

-

“God damn it.”

Daina sighs in annoyance; shutting the lid of a pocket mirror her friend had leant her.

“What’s wrong, Daina?”

“My lipstick got smeared. I need to go put on some more.” Daina sets her cup on the nearby table; a ring of red lips around its ridge. She walks upstairs, pass the locked bathroom door, and heads into her room. She shuts an open drawer, and picks up a tube of lipstick to put it on – a scraping sound across the floor boards catching her ear.

“Hm?” She looks around, the only thing in her general field being that little mannequin she called a roommate. It rocked gently, wheels turned outward. Must’ve gotten hit when she entered the room. She smiles and places her arms over its shoulders.

“Hello, there. Were you trying to sneak up on me?”

The mannequin fails to reply; blank eyes staring back at her through the mask on its face. The arms of the coat draped over swaying as she turns around. Music thumping through the floorboards, she begins to dance with it as her partner. She places her head on its shoulder, swaying to the beat as she wraps her hands around its neck.

“I’m so glad that you’re with me…” She mutters.

Daina hums to herself; unaware of the crack in her closet door. The eyes that peer through. 

“Daina!”

She turns her head to the door; letting out a huff as he unlocks her arms from the doll and leaves the room in a hurry.

“Coming!”

As she leaves the closet’s doors handle rattles ever so gently; swinging outward as a figure creeps from the dark. Their eyes linger on the mannequin.. and the plastic that made up its face.

-

Downstairs; Daina is greeted by one of her friends – a worried look on their face. “Hey, Daina.. have you seen Thomas? I tried calling his phone, but he’s not answering, and his car is still outside.”

“I haven’t seen him all night. He’s probably wasted in my parents room or something….” Her eyes trail away as she spots something on the patio; the red bud of a cigarette and smoke clouds blown into the air.. “Hang on, I have to deal with this.” 

“But someone told me they saw you with…”

Daina pushes past them and storms outside. Mike stands outside; stare vacant and the nicotine stick between his lips. He doesn’t even look at her when she starts to go off.

“What the hell, Mike. I know it’s been years, but I told you not to smoke in here. If I find a single bud…”

“You’re still thinking about that day. Aren’t you?..”

He pulls a photo from his pocket. A photo from middle school graduation, or at least the remains of one. The page had been cut to show only a small group in the larger crowd. Daina hadn’t even noticed the picture was gone; too busy focusing on her appearance. She grinds her teeth. 

“You went in my room?” 

“That’s not the point and you know it.”

“An invasion of my privacy is a pretty big deal, Mike.”

“She was my friend too, Daina.

“She isn’t the fucking point!”

A scream tears them both from the conversation. Both of them, along with various other members of the party rushed inside to see what was happening. A crowd had gathered around the walk in pantry in the kitchen; one person collapsed to the floor and staring in pure terror at what was inside. Pushing through the bodies; Daina manages to squeeze to the front and see what the problem was; her stomach dropping at the sight.

Propped against a shelf of canned goods; the corpse of another girl was sprawled on the floor. A knife wound pierced her eye as well as various spots of her chest; blood drying into her clothes. A single finger was painted red; words written onto the floor in her blood.

“LIAR.”

Calamity breaks out all at once. People screaming; shouting. Making breaks for the front door and any other exits. Daina crashes to the floor; Mike runs through the house and informs everyone else they need to flee. He picks up a poker near the fireplace as Daina regains her composer – wiping a grin from her face. 

“What are you going to do?” She asks.

“I’m going to kill that mother fucker. Call the police!”

Daina nods; heading upstairs where she had left her phone. Mike begins to sweep the house to find the intruder; kicking open doors and leaving no place unchecked. It's how he comes across the bodies of Thomas and a few other people. All in locations tucked away from sight. After a thorough investigation, there’s only one place left to look. The basement. 

Mike grips the handle; the shaking of his palms visible against its knob. He hesitantly opens it; a dim light all the way at the end of the steps. He begins to descend them; the light from the kitchen blocked by an object behind him.

-

Within the basement there is one final body. A young man with shaggy hair and wearing a sports jersey. He sits in a chair; the angle making it look as though he were merely asleep. The smells that come off his body are blocked by the mask over the approaching figure's face; their blade raised high over head. There is no scream as it falls; just the wet sound of metal entering flesh. His body loses balance as the knife is ripped through his neck; falling forward onto the ground below. Stab wounds litter his body; the puddles of blood around each hole having fully dried. His supposed assailant stands there confused; obvious to the running steps behind them. 

Mike brings the fire poker down on the masked individual’s skull. They crash to the floor; blood leaking through their scalp. They attempted to reach for their weapon; stopped by another blow to the head. They lie motionless, but he isn’t done. Not after everything this person has done. Not after the pain they’ve caused. He wants to demask them, but they need to suffer first. Their identity could be revealed through denial records. He reaches the poker like a club for another swing, but the only thing that falls is the object itself  - and drops of his own blood. 

The echo or a gunshot still rings; Mike looking down at the hole in his stomach in disbelief. It didn’t hurt at first; shock running through his veins. As he sticks a finger against the hole, the pain finally hits. He didn’t even have time to cry out as more shots ripple through his body. He falls down next to the slasher who remained still.. Footsteps descend the stairs; stopping by his writhing form. There’s a scrap of metal as they pick the fire poker off the floor. Mike turns to see the new figure. A mask akin to the one worn by the person beside him stares back at him; the highlights in her hair a sign of her identity. 

“D….daina?”

Her eye twitches. She cracks Mike beside the heat like a baseball player hitting a home run. She hits him again and again; screaming at the top of her lungs. She hits him until he stops moving. Until the flesh of his cheek is peeled away and the bones beneath break into dust. She only stops when there’s a groan from the person next to him.

“You’re alive… I was so worried..”

She kneels down; the other party flinching away even if barely conscious. They wore a hockey mask with a pink heart drawn over its left eye; something mirrored on her own. A mask worn by the mannequin in her room. She goes to lift theirs, but they weakly slap her hand away.

“It’s okay…” She coos. “I know it’s you, Y/n.”

She tears the mask from your face, shuddering from the sight of your gorgeous face, and the look of pure hatred you held. 

“There you are… We should take a picture to remember this moment. Hang on.”

Daina pulls off her own mask, running a hand through her hair. Remembering she forgot to put on more lipstick, she drips her fingers in the pool of Mike's blood and wipes it over her lips; placing a kiss on your cheek afterwards. She holds two fingers behind your head and sticks out her tongue. After taking the photo, she types away on her phone before tossing it aside.”

“All done! Now if you try to kill me, your face will be leaked online in an hour. Good luck trying to guess my password!”

Mercy Valentine… Y/n. Who would have guessed that a timid college student was behind all this suffering? Daina White. That’s who. For She knew that they were the one suffering the most. 

During the end of middle school, sweet, shy little Y/n had received a love note in their locker one day. At rope’s end and tired of life’s hardships, it became their lifeline. More and more came, their heart soaring with each word. It was at the end of the year that their childhood crush confessed that she had been the one to write them; a smile just a pinch to sweet on her face.

The two began dating; the lovesick teen unaware of what their love said behind their back – the plans she and her friends had towards the end of the summer. A letter had been placed at their doorstep to meet by the lake on the edge of town; note switched a second before they opened the door.

They arrived just in time to see her body floating in the lake, and her bewildered friends at the scene. They all fled; leaving the broken hearted soul to try and save her on their own. All, but one. Had they been a little wiser. They would have noticed that the penmanship between their love and the author of the letters didn’t match. That someone else was watching them from the sidelines at her friend's side. That the heart drawn on their dead lover’s mask had eerie similarities to the ones the popular girl in class wrote on her notebooks.

They tried to tell authorities of what happened. That there was no way it was an accident. The caving in of her skull was proof enough. Unfortunately, everyone brushed it off and left them in the dark.

You remain silent. She cups your cheeks with a smile.

“You’re angry aren’t you, baby? You want to see the world and see on fire, don’t you? That’s exactly how I felt when that bitch tried to take you away from me. Watching her laugh next to you. Hold you in her arms. It was all a damn lie, and now I’m gonna tell you the truth.” 

She leans in, placing a bloodied kiss to your lips. “She never loved you, Y/n. It was all me, my sweet Valentine.”

*y/n walks in covered in blood*

Wanda: *shocked* are you ok!?

Y/n: oh don't worry it's not mine. :)

*Natasha then walks in covered in blood*

*Wanda stares in horror at both girls*

Natasha: oh don't worry it's not mine either. :)

Wanda: THEN WHO'S IS IT?

Natasha and y/n: *awkward silence*

Wanda: guys who's blood is that?

Natasha and y/n: it's not ours.

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

Words: 1k

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader (Godly parent not specified)

Synopsis: Clarisse was fine with not getting anything she wanted until she laid her eyes on you.

Warnings: Pining, whipped!Clarisse, This is mostly in Clarisse's POV, handling of dangerous weapons (a dagger and a spear). [Let me know if I missed any.]

A/N: I apologize if the storyline is messy. I wanted this to be longer, but my attention span was not cooperating with me today. I had to take a lot of breaks while writing this because I could not sit still for more than five minutes.

masterlist || previous work

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Clarisse remembers the first time she saw you.

You were in the forge, polishing some of the newly-made spears because you had nothing better to do. You were under the supervision of Luke since he was showing you around, but the boy had kept his distance, opting to just watch from the sidelines as you worked. Clarisse had walked into the forge, the chatter that was going on around you stopping. You discontinued what you were doing in order to look at her, wondering why your fellow campers were on-edge at her presence.

Your eyes met hers, taking her aback.

She hadn’t seen you before.

Once Clarisse realized that she was staring, she promptly cleared her throat, scowling. “What are you looking at, newbie?” She asked, crossing her arms. Her plans on scaring you, however, failed when you smiled sheepishly.

You had been equally mesmerized by her, something that she failed to notice. “Sorry, you’re just so—”

Clarisse held her breath, preparing herself for an accusation (that she’s mean and terrifying – both of which are true, but words that sting nonetheless). Though, it’s not like she’s going to think about it for the rest of –

“—Pretty.” You conclude your sentence.

Oh.

Clarisse’s brows furrowed. She thought she would hear something insulting, but instead she was met with a compliment? Her eyes searched yours once again, looking for a trace of malice. She didn’t find any, which made her confusion stir all the more. She scoffs, furious at herself for not being able to figure you out. “Whatever.” Clarisse walks away, turning her back on you so as to not show her weakness. She storms back to the Ares cabin, forgetting the reason why she went to the forge in the first place.

You frown as you look at the dagger in your hand, examining the initials engraved on the grip.

C.L.R.

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The next time Clarisse saw you was when you were watching her train, your eyes following her every move. Clarisse pretended to ignore you until she found herself unable to focus. She put down her spear, turned to you and asked, “Would you like me to teach you?” before she could even stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth.

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, please.”

You walked over and Clarisse pretty much had to use all her self-restraint to not just stand there and stare at you.

“…Alright, so you hold this and—”

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It had been ages since that day.

Even though you and Clarisse have gotten closer, there was still a part of her that longs for more. See, ninety-nine percent of the time, her wishes don’t come true. Or it does, for a little while, but then it gets ripped away from her grasp. She gets her hopes up and then it all comes crashing down – a cycle that never ends.

Clarisse has come to terms with the thought that she will never gets what she wants. She supposed that she was okay with that, but then you came along and everything changed. For every smile, every crinkle of your nose, every stupid joke that made you laugh, she finds herself wanting to wish that you would feel the same way she does.

“Clary?”

She snaps out of her reverie and looks at you, “Yes?” She felt embarrassed for not paying attention, smiling apologetically.

“I asked if you wanted to—”

“Yes.”

You sit up in her bed, laughing. “I haven’t even finished the sentence yet.” You grab her hand gingerly, locking your fingers together. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go with me—”

“Yes.”

“Clarisse,” You whine, “Let me continue first.” You pout, trying to let go of her hand, but Clarisse wouldn’t let you.

Clarisse shakes her head, holding on to your hand firmly while her other brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “I don’t care. I’ll go wherever you go.” She says genuinely. Being that close to you made Clarisse’s heart race, but she couldn’t bring it in herself to look away because then you’ll know that something was up.

You stare at her in disbelief, crossing your arms, “Really? You’ll go with me to show the new kid around camp?”

Her lips purse and you know you’ve got her. Clarisse lets out a sigh of resignation. “No.” She mumbles. As much as she’d love to spend more time with you, she and you have very opposing ideas on how to welcome new campers.

“Thought so.” You deadpan.

“Why are you the one doing it, anyway?”

“Because I’m still in trouble for staying past curfew two days ago, pretty girl.”

Clarisse froze at the nickname. If her heart wasn’t beating fast before, it surely was now. You chuckle, beginning to make your way out of the bed. “Hey, no, where are you going?” Clarisse grabs your hand, another laugh escaping you.

“To give that tour.” You roll your eyes, successfully prying your hands away from Clarisse’s grip. You ignore her sounds of protest as you make your way to the door.

Clarisse could feel her stomach drop, feeling the warmth slip away the further your distance becomes. The longer she stares at you with your back turned, the longer she thinks you would leave without saying goodbye. To her surprise (and not for the first time), you look back at her.

“I’ll see you later at the bonfire.” You lean against the doorframe, your eyes narrowing. “Don’t be late, alright?”

Clarisse rolls her eyes at the look you give her. She was only late one time and that was because she was debating with herself whether to give you flowers or not. She wanted to tell you the real reason why she was late, but decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut. “I won’t.” She says instead.

“Good.” You straighten your posture, putting one foot out the door while a hand rested on the doorframe, giving Clarisse a smile she knows you only reserved for her. Only when she smiles back do you actually take your leave.

Clarisse gets a sense of hope upon your departure.

Maybe it would be different this time.

She leans back against the bed frame, sending out the same prayer to every god she could think of.

Please, please, please let me get what I want.