#he cant help it he's a camp counselor

[aroaceleovaldez]

i am not immune to making aus where Luke is inexplicably there as a protagonist and ends up accidentally adopting at least one member of the Argo 2 crew

[star-girl69]

American Teenager

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: you get caught in the crossfire of clarisse’s anger, and have to convince clarisse you love every part of her.

a/n: i took over a year off, cut you bitches some slack…… TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND… SHE’S BAAAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!!!

for those who do not know, i changed my theme. yes it is me. do you like it 😀

American Teenager - Ethel Cain

warnings: NOT BETA READ!!!, ending sucks yet again but i cant be bothered, y/n gets PUNCHED!!!!!!, creepy men, violence, very sad clarisse, IT IS VERY HARD FOR HER TO TALK ABOUT HER FEELINGS BUT SHE TRIES, swearing, usual demigod stuff, tell me if i missed anything!!

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Clarisse is angry.

She has been angry all of her life, you know that. She was born with a fire in her veins that came straight from her godly father, potent and rolling around inside of her like a storm, a rabid dog biting at a cage, and nurtured over the years by a stern mother.

Clarisse was a recipe for destruction, for pain, for suffering. That’s what most people thought she was. They all thought she was her father’s daughter- full of fire, and she would never be anything else except the mean bully all the campers had grown to somewhat resent.

But she was more than that. She was your girl, she was everything you wanted and had prayed for years for. You knew she was angry, you knew she carried regret in her heart, you knew she ate up anything nice inside of her long ago.

But you didn’t care.

You gave her some of your own softness, your own nicety, drew it out of her with soft touches and sweet words, until she learned to love you and believed that she was the girl you always saw hidden inside.

Clarisse is angry.

You know that, you know the harsh girl you fell in love with, and you know the sweet girl she really is.

So, it’s no surprise to you that Clarisse has spent the entire afternoon glued to your side, glaring at anyone who walks by- but particularly her brother, Caden.

Caden has some sort of inferiority complex coupled with extreme sexism. He couldn’t stand the fact Clarisse was better than him, that she was the camp counselor instead of him. She had received her beloved spear from their father, he had no gifts to show.

Somewhere in his fucked up head he realized he couldn’t force his father to notice him, couldn’t uproot Clarisse from her counselor position, and though the next best thing was to go after you.

It started with glances that lasted too long, then subtle touches during camp activities, then actively flirting with you when Clarisse wasn’t around.

The only reason Caden had been allowed to this for this long was because you didn’t want to tell Clarisse and be responsible for what could very possibly be Caden’s death. You felt dirty, having his hands on you, barely-hidden sexual remarks whispered in your ear, his eyes on you- practically undressing you.

Clarisse would kill him if she knows what he’s done, how it makes you feel. And you really don’t want blood on your hands, so you avoid him as much as possible and attach yourself to Clarisse.

It’s a rare afternoon that you both have free, and it’s snatched with greedy hands and stretched out long like molasses, the two of you move slow and leisurely, try to sink into this time together.

You promised your sister you would help with the arts and crafts class she runs, spewing something about how you’re the best at making friendships bracelets- but really, her usual partner is on a quest and taking care of the rowdy 12 year olds is not an individual task.

So, here you are, sitting at a picnic table and making sample bracelets, feeling the sun on your face and Clarisse’s arms around you. She sits sideways, her front pressed against your side, straddling the bench. She watches the way the sun hits your face, the way your fingers move swiftly as you continue to bead and tie together.

There’s been this pit in your stomach since Caden started his advances- like a new organ had formed inside of you, pure black instead of a usual pink flesh. A physical form of all your guilt and disgust, filled with the dirt like you felt like.

It’s still there, even through the gaps of hot sunlight, the cooling shade of the tree above, but it’s easier to ignore when Clarisse is there. It’s easier to ignore, but it’s still there.

“I don’t understand how you’re so good at those,” Clarisse mumbles. She kisses your shoulder and you dig your feet into the dirt, smiling to yourself.

“I don’t either,” you smile. “What can I say? I’m the queen of friendship bracelets.”

“Ha,” she says, somewhat sarcastically, but you can hear the fond, loving smile in her voice. “How much longer?” she asks.

“Two more. Maybe 10 more minutes?”

“Okay,” she hums, drawing out the word. “Wanna get somethin’ to eat after this?”

“Yeah,” you say, looking away from the bracelets for just a second- to admire her like she gets to admire you.

“Nah, nah, you better finish those bracelets so I can have all your attention on me again.” She presses her face against yours, pushing you to face forward again and focus.

She departs with a kiss to corner of your lips, and you wonder if you really need all six example bracelets, but you know your sister would kill you if you didn’t show up tomorrow with six. You sigh and turn back to your bracelets, listening to the sweet sound of Clarisse laughing.

“Okay,” she says, leaning closer to you after a minute. “I’ll be back in a few, okay? I’m just gonna go change into shorts.”

“Okay,” you smile, and she squeezes your waist as she stands up. The feeling inside of you sinks in even more, the blackness in your stomach, but you focus on the feeling of the sun and her promise that she’ll come back soon.

“First time I’ve seen you alone in weeks.”

Your stomach sinks.

You’re a demigod and you deal with monsters and the whims of gods daily- but there’s something about humans, about demigods that makes you especially scared.

A step below a God, filled with resentment and blessed with superhuman abilities.

You’re not sure you’ve ever felt fear like this.

You glance up at him, quickly gathering all your bracelet supplies, shoving it into the pockets of your jeans without much care.

You force a smile, pretend like nothing’s wrong.

“Sorry,” you say. “I’m just leaving. Nice seeing you, Caden!”

“Why you leavin’ so quick, baby?”

“Meeting Clarisse,” you smile through gritted teeth.

“Well, I just saw my sister walk away so… are you lying to me, Y/N?” he laughs slightly, almost as if the idea of you not being completely observing of his will is unheard of, laughable.

“Yeah, I was just finishing up.” You shove a pile of beads into your pocket, moving for the next one-

His hand covers yours.

“You don’t look done. Sit down, huh?”

You glance around the courtyard, not even bothering to hide your fear like you were taught- at the sight of him, his tall stature, the fact he could easily overpower you- you forget everything you ever learned and turn into a puddle of fear. You’re fucking terrified, and it would be humiliating if it wasn’t just the most basic human tendencies preserving in you.

You can’t be embarrassed about biology, about what your human body was designed to do. At the end of the day, your blood is red- not gold.

“No, no, I really gotta go.” You rip your hand away, mourning the loss of a few beads that didn’t quite escape with you. Instead of dwelling on that, you quickly turn around and head towards the main pavilion, where there are more campers- maybe you can find Matty or Carrie, another one of Clarisse’s siblings who would just get him off your back.

But, he follows. Of course he follows. He’s a man who’s never been told no, and he won’t be refused by you.

“Y/N,” he drawls, voice still teasing.

You clench your fists and walk faster, finally risking a glance over your shoulder- you slam into a familiar warm body you have spent countless nights with, now wearing a pair of jean shorts.

One hand swings around your waist, the other sits over her hip- where her favorite dagger is hidden.

“Y/N?” she asks, not taking her eyes off of Caden, but her voice is soft and full of concern.

“Nothing, Clar. It’s fine, let’s just go, yeah?”

She looks at you for just a second, and you haven’t had time to school your features back into a flat facade, so there’s still fear all over your face.

“What the fuck did you do, Caden?”

“Just tryin’ to spend time with Y/N. That a crime?”

He avoids calling you her girlfriend, even though that’s how most of the Ares cabin has come to know you.

“Yeah,” she says, slightly incredulously. “You hit your head too hard? She’s my fuckin’ girlfriend. I don’t know what you did, but don’t do it again.”

It’s like a sixth sense, the way you feel his eyes rake down your body, lingering on your ass. The blackness inside of you squeezes, and you feel the sudden urge to throw up, squeezing your eyes shut-

Clarisse tugs you behind her.

“Don’t fucking look at her, Caden.”

Her voice is level in barely-masked rage, and it honestly would scare you a little bit- if it wasn’t for the way her hand caressed your hip so softly.

“I’m not hurtin’ anyone. She probably likes it, huh?”

You wonder if he genuinely thinks he’s flirting with you, or just trying to piss Clarisse off.

Her jaw clenches.

“Four weeks laundry duty.”

His smile drops.

“Don’t fucking test me, Caden.”

You’re silently surprised at her strength, so you quickly grab her hand and squeeze, trying to urge her forward. Your stomach feels lighter, hoping that maybe- finally, finally he’ll leave you alone-

“Really, Clarisse?” The edge of desperation in his tone is pathetic. “You’re gonna choose her over your own half-brother. We both know who’d she choose between the two of us though, huh? The stronger one. The better one. She’d choose the son.”

She drops your hand and spins around.

“Clarisse,” you warn. “Clarisse.”

But she seems to be lost in her own world, where everything narrows down to him and the cocky look on his face, memory of his words, and you know any trace of your sweet girl is gone and it’s just the anger.

You quickly push yourself in between them, putting your hands out to Clarisse- you feel sort of stupid, but you’re desperate for her to just turn around, to take you with her, for the two of you to do like she said and get something to eat. You want to eat by the beach with her, you want to feel her in the sun, you wanna let yourself believe that four weeks of laundry duty will deter him.

“Y/N,” she says, warning you, and you know she won’t stop.

“Clarisse, I’m telling you, turn around. He’s not worth it.”

You can hear his smile.

“You won’t be saying that when I finally get my hands on you, baby.”

Fuck.

“Clarisse!” you shout, knowing its coming- she aims around you, pushing you out of the way as she sets a deadly punch on path with his face.

But it doesn’t hit him. It doesn’t hit him, and he gasps in shock before quickly running away, not wanting to deal with the consequences of his actions.

And you can’t blame him, because with your knees on the ground and the sting of Clarisse’s fist on your cheek- you should have just let her fucking kill him.

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Clarisse hasn’t looked at you in two weeks.

After you fell to the ground, completely disoriented by her punch, you remember the sound of her screaming and Caden laughing as he ran away. You remember her hands shaking as she helped you up, touching you as little as possible, staring at her now red knuckles.

Although you really didn’t have to, she led you to the healers, and one of the Apollo kids looked at your swelling eye, gave you something for the pain, and said you could leave.

And then, she made sure you got home safe to your cabin and hasn’t looked at you again.

In hindsight, knowing that that was the end of the relationship you used to have, it feels like a bad goodbye for something so good. You can’t even call it a goodbye, because it wasn’t good at all. There should have been something. Something more.

You remember the way Clarisse couldn’t stop staring at her bruised knuckles, you remember the way she couldn’t look you in your eyes, couldn’t touch you- wouldn’t allow herself to touch you.

That night, the relationship you had with Clarisse ended. But, you were still as in love with her as ever, you didn’t blame her for simply trying to protect you- you were the person who stepped in front of her. One second you weren’t there, the next you were. She didn’t have time to pull her punch, she didn’t have time to aim somewhere else- you don’t blame her.

You remember her saying she was sorry as she helped you to the healers. Sorry, over and over again. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, Y/N, sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. You almost asked her to stop saying it, because the word was starting to sound weird. You almost told her it was unnecessary-because it was- but you didn’t get the chance. She made sure you got home safe to your cabin. She said she was sorry again, and then two weeks of torture commenced.

And you’re fucking sick of it. Sick of her acting like a coward, running away instead of owning up to the consequences of her actions- you aren’t mad at her for punching you. You never were.

You’re mad at her for leaving you in the days after, the nights where you couldn’t sleep on your favorite side because of the bruise. The nights where you would yawn and tears would well in your eyes, and it burned as it rolled down the sensitive skin. The nights where you would forget, and you would expect her to crawl into your bed like usual- but you would fall asleep alone and wake up alone.

You’re mad at her for abandoning you, for refusing to talk to you, to figure it out. Because while what you had before is gone, you can still have something new.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” your friend Tyla asks.

“Yeah,” Jackie, your other friend, continues. “Like, she did literally punch you in the fucking face- are we sure that’s not some sort of subconscious thing?”

She shrinks at the harsh glares you and Tyla give her.

“Okay. That was mean,” she says, softly. “Sorry.”

You roll your eyes and continue walking towards the training fields, where you know the entire Ares cabin is practicing hand-to-hand skills.

“I told you,” you huff. “She was trying to protect me from Caden. She loves me, she’s just angry. Angry at herself, but she shouldn’t be.”

“What even happened to Caden?” Tyla asks, noses scrunching at the fact she has to even say his name. “I mean, I saw him walking around with that broken face but-”

“Clarisse!”

You look up to the top of the small hill, the plateau where the sparring rings are marked into the grass by eco-friendly spray paint.

She’s holding one of her siblings down, her knee on his back, her hands holding his arms behind his back.

“Stop! I tap out, I tap out, Clarisse!” The boy screams. She smiles softly before letting him go and standing up.

He lays face down on the ground for a minute, breathing heavily before he finally picks himself up- staring at Clarisse’s offered hand. After a moment, he takes it and lets her tug him up. He nods at her and walks away to his friends, moaning about his arms and his back.

Clarisse shakes out her hands and looks around, but she knows no one wants to spar with her after that, even thought even from here you can see the fire in her veins. The need for a fight, for something to distract her. The need for movement, hard and fast. The need for anger to be the only thing she can feel.

“Me next?”

“Y/N,” Tyla hisses, and Jackie reaches out to grab you but you merely shake her off.

Clarisse’s eyes lock with yours.

It takes you a second to recognize the emotion in her eyes. Her body tenses up, she seems frozen in place like a deer in headlights. She’s scared.

“Clar,” you smile, meeting her in the circle.

She tears her eyes away from you, choosing instead to stare at the grass.

“I’m not fighting you. Go.”

“I’m not asking you to fight me,” you smile. “I’m asking you to spar with me.”

She rolls her eyes.

“I’m not sparring with you.”

It’s so tense, no matter how much you try to make it like before, no matter how much you smile and try to look in her eyes.

“Can I talk with you, then?”

You shuffle closer, and she doesn’t move.

“Y/N,” she sighs. She looks up at you, but you can tell she’s staring right past you, towards the tree line. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Do what?” you snort. “Face your feelings? Let me help you?”

Her face is level, almost bored. She turns her face into a facade, a mask of nothingness. She won’t let you in, not now, and it makes you angry.

You would take anything from her right now.

You want her to hate you. You want her to love you. You want everything and anything.

You would take another punch, as long as you got to feel her skin on yours for a split second.

You dig your foot into the ground and glare at her.

“Clarisse. I’m serious, I want to talk to you.”

Her eyes meet yours for a split second, before she’s moving.

“Too bad. Forget me,” she says over her shoulder.

She fucks up and she runs away.

“Clarisse!” you shout, following her out of the training field, out of view from the eyes that were trying and failing not to look at the two of you. “You can’t leave me here. You can’t just pretend like the last year we’ve been together didn’t happen.”

“It’s better that way,” she sighs, like she’s doing you some big favor by staying away from you, when all she’s doing is hurting you.

“It’s not!” you shout, finally surging forward and grabbing her wrist-

She whips around and tugs her wrist out of your grip.

You don’t think she’s ever once refused your touch.

It burns. It burns in your heart so badly, burns worse than any regret you could ever feel.

“Don’t,” she says, like she’s warning you. “I’m- I’m trying to protect you, okay? Just- stop bein’ fuckin’ stubborn.”

You take a dejected step back, even though all you want to do is run into her arms.

“I don’t get it,” she continues, folding her hands behind her back. Her eyes finally land on the faded bruise. “Why don’t you hate me?”

The heartbreak in her voice hurts more than the punch, than the nights without her.

“Because I love you, Clar. I don’t care about what happened, it was an accident- you’re the only one who can’t see that.”

“I hurt you.”

“The only thing that hurts is you being away from me.”

“Nah,” she says, taking a step back. She shakes her head, staring at your eye before finally turning away. “I’m only anger, Y/N. I’ll only hurt you. And I can’t take hurting you again.”

The feeling of staring at her back, the sound of her footsteps crunching in the leaves, hurts so bad it creates another new organ in your body.

This time, it’s like a tumor growing from your heart, encasing it so every beat is a struggle, every breath is ragged. This new organ carries your heartbreak, and it grows bigger by the second.

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It’s starting to feel like Clarisse is never going to even look at you again.

Even when you look straight at her from across the pavilion, she doesn’t look back. You stare at her back all day. The memory of her walking away from you replays in your mind every time you close your eyes.

You wonder, when it’s just you in your lonely bed, if Clarisse isn’t angry but rather scared. She’s angry at herself for hurting you, yes, but she’s terrified she’ll do it again. And you know Clarisse rarely feels fear, and you want nothing more but to help her navigate these unknown feelings- but she won’t let you in.

You don’t know how to let her help you, but you give her time. You stare at her when you hope she isn’t looking, you wrap your arms around yourself and pretend it’s her, you dream of her lips and the way she holds you, the way she loves you.

Clarisse took you to the docks for one of your dates. The fourth? The fifth? Somewhere around there, but it was the first time you kissed. Both of you had realized that you liked each other but agreed to take it slow, but you’d never forget the way she looked at you after you put the flower she brought you into your hair. The way she looked at you when you let your feet hang over the edge, kicking the water. The way your thigh pressed against hers, ankles hooked together.

You’ll never forget the way you looked up at her after dipping your fingers into the cool water, the control and self restraint finally leaving her eyes, her body, as her face sunk into a wide smile and she slammed her lips into yours.

The dock is sacred to the two of you, so when you’re missing her, especially during this sunset, this is where you go.

And it’s perfect. It’s so perfect you can almost convince yourself she’s here with you.

Except, if she was here with you, there wouldn’t be this tumor on your heart.

At the sound of his voice, the other organ your emotions have formed twists.

“This wasn’t my plan, y’know.”

“Go away, Caden,” you moan. Is it a crime to want to wallow in your own self pity? It is a crime to want the black organs inside of you to swallow you whole?

“I just wanted to knock Clarisse down a few pegs, and I certainly did that. Paid the price, too, you seen my fuckin’ face?”

It looks as horrible as it always does, you think, but you bite your tongue.

“I wanna be alone, Caden. Please.” You bite the word out like you’re a hyena choking on a laugh.

“But, c’mon.”

He steps closer to you, until you can feel him looming over you, tips of his sneakers pressing into your ass, he’s so close to you. You kick the water, annoyed, but he either doesn’t get the hint or ignores it.

“I’m not that bad, am I? Do me a favor, baby, let me cart you around for a few days and make her miserable.”

You’re about to just get up and leave all together when the sound of someone stepping onto the dock surprises you.

“Get away from her.”

But there’s something unspoken in the air. You’re just “her” now- not “my girlfriend” not “her’s.”

“Why are you always fuckin’ bothering me, Clarisse?”

You turn around. She smiles sarcastically.

“Why are you always fuckin’ bothering Y/N?”

“I’m not botherin’ her though, huh?”

He reaches down to grab at a piece of your hair, running it in between his fingers.

You flinch, but you’re more focused on the way Clarisse’s fists clench, her jaw ticks.

“Caden,” you sigh, batting his hand away.

“Seems like a pretty clear no to me, huh?”

Caden sighs and straightens, letting your hair fall from his fingers.

“What are you going to do about it, Clarisse? You gonna try and punch me- again? Try to hit the right person this time, huh?”

“Go fuck yourself, Caden.” She finally, finally, looks at you. You feel blessed and divine, like she’s a goddess who’s taken the time to merely look at you. “C’mon, Y/N.”

You scramble up to follow her beckoning hand at the same time Caden shifts on his feet.

He knocks into you, and you’re on the edge of the dock, and you scream as you fall in.

The water wasn’t that deep, but it was cold and embarrassing, and you fell at an awkward angle.

You surface, paddling to keep yourself afloat, coughing water out of your mouth and glaring up at him.

“Shit,” he swears, quickly running down the dock before you can shout some curse on his entire bloodline.

“Y/N?!” Clarisse shouts, panic on her face falling immediately at the sight of you afloat. She breathes out, fixing her hair that got all moved around in her frantic sprint down the dock. “You good?”

“Does it look like I’m good?” you deadpan.

She smiles.

“C’mon, come around to the ladder.”

She smiles as she helps you up, wrapping an arm around you even though you’re soaking wet, and you’re so mesmerized at the sight of her smiling, the feeling of her smiling at you that you can’t even comprehend it.

She has her arm wrapped around you.

She’s touching you.

Gods, did you miss this.

“Cold?” she asks, your hips pressed together as you walk down the dock.

“Yeah,” you whisper, feeling how warm she is against you. “I’ll be okay, though.”

“How long has he been… doing that?”

Your eyes meet hers.

“Jackie and Tyla told me- yelled at me, really- after they cornered me the other day. They said you were really fucked up about everything, and I should talk to you and I- I don’t know. I thought staying away was for the best.”

You cringe at the memory from a few nights ago, when you finally broke down and cried like a baby in front of your friends because of how much you missed her.

“And I saw you at the dock, and then fuckin’ Caden got over here before I could,” she laughs, dryly. “Whatever. I’ll walk you back-”

“Will you talk to me, Clar?”

You both stop, beachy sand sticks to your wet shoes, and Clarisse nervously looks away before you prod.

“I’m not mad at you. And I know you’re mad at yourself, and scared-”

She scoffs, but it’s halfhearted.

“But I love you, Clarisse. I love you, and I don’t blame you. Don’t blame yourself, and love me.”

In the sunlight, you can still see the remnants of the bruise. Softly, she reaches out and traces her pointer finger around your eye.

Her touch is so soft, the pad of her finger so rough- that sweet juxtaposition with her has always made your mind fuzzy. She makes all the tension in your body melt away. She makes everything better.

She swallows hard.

“I’m sorry,” she breathes, tears welling in her eyes. “I know I’ve said it so much, but I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t- I didn’t mean to hit you, I swear on my father-”

Her voice chokes up, and you can tell she hates the fact she’s crying, so you draw her into your neck and let her hide away there. Running your hands through her hair, telling her it’s okay each time she apologizes.

“I know who you are,” you say when the tears have stopped, and you’re just relishing being in each other’s arms again. “I know who I fell in love with, and I know who you are. You’re angry and you’re sweet, you’re mean and you’re kind, and I love all of it. Don’t doubt that, please.”

She breathes out before leaving the comfort of your neck, putting her shaky hands on your face.

“I love all of you,” you repeat.

She smiles softly.

“I love all of you.”

She kisses your eye softly, literally almost like a butterfly landing on your eyelid, unable to not whisper one more apology against your skin.

You roll your eyes, smiling to match her.

“And don’t think I’d leave you over one mistake, seriously, La Rue. You insult me.”

She rolls her eyes too, thumb stroking your cheek.

“Oh, forgive me,” she teases.

“You’re already forgiven,” you smile, eyes traveling down to the lips you’ve been dreaming about. “But kiss me to make sure.”

—-

“-and he would just look at me all the time. That was the creepiest part, I think. Like, okay, he would feel up on me sometimes, but whatever. I could avoid him. At meals I would just be minding my business and he would be staring at me. More just annoying, you know? And, yeah. That made me feel horrible, like literally sick. I just felt so dirty, so fucked up- Clar?”

You watch as she stares up at the ceiling, cracking her knuckles.

“Clarisse,” you scold.

You shift from your stomach to your side, head propped up so you can properly look at her. Your bed is full and warm now that she’s here.

“Oh, no, keep goin’, baby.”

“Do not kill him. Do not hurt him. I told you, I don’t want that on my conscience.”

“Nah, I know, sweetheart. I’m just thinking about it, don’t take that away from me, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but a smile crosses its way onto your face. She smiles back, and it just feels so surreal, so different- but exactly like it’s supposed to be. You know Clarisse is angry, but you know she’s sweet too. Clarisse knows you love all of her.

She draws you to lay on her chest, hand in your hair, the other slipping under your shirt to scratch your back.

“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me,” she whispers. “That’s the worst thing. You were dealing with all this alone- and I had no fucking idea.”

“Yeah. ‘Cause being with you made it better, of course you didn’t notice.”

She kisses your forehead. “You’re too sweet, baby.”

You smile and kiss her chest.

“I’m only not killing him ‘cause you asked, I hope you know that. If it was up to me, he’d be dead.”

“Oh, baby, I know lots of other ways we can channel that emotion.”

You glance up at her and she searches your eyes before promptly throwing you to the side and climbing on top of you.

Yeah, Clarisse is angry. But you love her angry.

—-

clarisse staring at her hands like they’re covered in blood: oh gods… oh gods what have i done. what have i done (again that picture of ivan the terrible holding his d3ad son)

y/n: ouch! ok anyways- girl you did not kill me calm down.

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caden trying not to die after clarisse inconveniences him for the sixth time today… hides his favorite sword, permanently sticks him on laundry duty, puts literal “kick me” signs on his back, puts holes in his favorite clothes…

—-

y/n is that one song that goes “FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME BABY I NEED A FREAK TO DRIVE ME CRAZZYYYYY”

…and she’s so real for that.

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[percyluvr]

hello!! you're fics r amazing and i wanted to request some hc or a drabble, you choose, about fem!reading being the head counselor of hermes cabin and totally being his fem version. thank u so much if u do 🫶🏻🫶🏻

percy jackson x hermes cabin counselor!reader summary: hcs abt percy with hermes counselor reader basically being him but as a girl

first, i think u two would be inseparable

like im talking sitting at each others tables during meals, training together all the time, sneaking off to go make out in his cabin when u really should be leading camp activities, sleeping in each other's cabins, etc etc

im just thinking of the iconic percabeth underwater kiss with u guys

with him using his powers to make sure u can breathe while u kiss, and teeth clashing together making u guys just giggle ur little hearts out

when u two go back to nyc for the school year u would live with him, sally, and paul and they would treat u like their own kid

they see how much percy likes you and how similar you two are and they cant help but think of u as one of their own

hanging out in nyc together, he teaches u how to skateboard bc he DEFINITELY knows how to

adding onto that, he would definitely teach u how to surf if u didnt know how

just thinking about if u also have the same music taste, u two dancing around the kitchen to ur favorite songs

making brownies together for estelle's school bake sales in the future!!! my heart omfg

back to camp, i think everyone would be worried if they ever saw u two not together

like im talking celebrity break up gossip page type all up in ur business

but then they see one of you sneaking out of the same place the other one just walked out of and they realize that u two were just trying to be sneaky???

but why

bc really u two have never been sneaky in ur entire lives

if either of u got picked to lead a quest, u would immediately pick the other as the first person to come with on ur quest bc u literally cannot live without each other

FINISHING EACH OTHERS JOKES

or just sentences in general

literally couple goals

like, if someone is talking to both of u, sometimes you'll make the same joke at the exact same time and laugh ur asses off and the other person will just like. stand there staring until they eventually just walk away bc u two wont stop laughing

like i just think u two are on the same wavelength all the time

if one of u forgets to do something, u dont even have to worry bc the other already did it for u

i saw somewhere that leo could probably tweak phones so the demigods can use them, and u two would both go to him to get phones so u could make each other ur lockscreen and background

i think the two of u would send each other the DUMBEST tiktoks or instagram reels

or like u would send it and then realize that the other already sent it or liked it

the two of u would definitely do tiktok trends

dancing together

u would DEFINITELY do the peeling the orange trend

and he would just peel the orange. no questions asked

like u wouldnt even have to ask him

he'd just see u with the orange be like "here baby give me that, i'll peel it for you"

SCREAMING HES SO BF

matching tiktok pfps for SURE

or matching bios !!!!!

u two definitely went to see the barbie movie together

i have no doubts

whenever he gets pranked by connor or travis, u immediately send them to laundry duty

but they still say its worth it because one time when u were sleeping in percy's room, they poured water on the two of u and both of u chased them around camp until u realized that percy had no shirt, and u had no pants

u werent THAT embarrassed bc like. everyone already knows anyway

but the stolls thought it was SO funny and they made it their mission to prank both of u again

when u two go on cabin inspections, even if u arent doing it together, u always give each other's cabin a 10 even tho u both know that neither of ur cabins deserve it ....

the two of u definitely sneak out of ur cabins at night when u arent together and sit down by the river, just to be met with the other sitting there with the exact same thought as u

and u end up going back to his cabin to sleep

u guys have definitely gotten yelled at by mr d and chiron

but u kept doing it

so they just gave up

but anyways, u guys r literally the it couple at camp

like, all the couples wanna be like u guys

ur just such a perfect fit & u love each other so much and u cant help but show it

a/n: this was my first time doing hcs and i think i kinda got a bit carried away... but anyways i hope u like it !! also, i love writing and im so happy that u like mine, it means so much to me <3

[the-main-idiot]

my chnt swap AU will now be called

camp this and that

idea originally provided by @fall3nash2339

all info about characters+ art links under cut😋😋!!

(NEWWER DESIGNS WILL COME SOON, ALL OF THESE ARE FROM A SLIGHTLY OUTDATED STYLE)

all the characters have the same physical appearance (except for sydney), personalities and roles are changed

the nurses~

head nurse: Elijah Volkov, he makes all the announcements, and is mentally decaying. Boy oh boy, is he quite the man. Silly little bpd man, collected mental illness like Pokémon. But he's caring, and will do just about anything in his power to help the campers out when needed. He has a knack for elephants, likes sharing fun facts, not only about elephants but anything and everything. No filter😋 if he's thinking it, he'll say it, obviously nothing bad will come of that. Trust issues, yummy.

assistant nurse: Adam Uptin, always carrying snacks with him, he can get you to share how your parents wronged you then shove a bag of skittles in your hand and walk away. Adam isn't a fan of leaving the nurses cabin, let alone his side office, something about being a vampire and ""ahhhh the suns"",,etc etc. Although, you can lore him outside with some sunscreen, an umbrella, and an apple.

camp counselors (all camps stay the same)

Cabin Dung Beetle: Juniper Sloan. long neck, dirty blonde. British man, he's scared of the water (blah blah blah "i'm experiencing the past, present, and future all at once and i can't breathe." yadda yadda yadda) besides the meltdowns and break downs, he's pretty silly

Cabin Grasshopper : Marisol Yuchengco, 👁️dresses in gothic attire, but she's one of the most understating counselors you'll ever meet. Salem de La Marnierre, 👁️scene kid vibes, lowkey really chill though. The two are dating<3 (basically just the same as chnt, just,,, ya'know,, swapped.)

Cabin Magpie Moth: Rowan Chow, the goofiest mother fucker in the entire camp. He can actually produce sound effects, he doesnt choose them or when they happen, that's up to the universe, they just come from his general area. This man runs off of actual cartoon logic, dont question it.<3

Cabin Silkworm: Yvonne Marley, femcel. That is truly all i have to say about her. She pull's misinformation straight from the internet and spreads it like mold on moist bread. Joshua MacHeath, tictok eboy, he can make a killer flower necklace though. Joshua will sit with the kids who can't/won't participate in certain camp activities and teach them how to make bracelets out of, well, anything and everything!

Cabin Tarantula Hawk: Lucille Bertuccelli,👁️ she's an older counselor, a sweetheart though. Not only does she keep cabin tarantula hawk up am running, but she also is in charge of the arts and crafts cabin! Gracie Liu (👁️lowkey, i forgot gracie liu existed, so all of her color are just inverted. no matter how you picture her in ur brain, just invert the colors)

Cabin Ladybug : Soren Baltimore, 👁️a bit of a quiet lad, it wears a cape given to it by fennel. soren wears pants that are cover completely in pockets, those pockets are practically infinite, anything you can imagine, soren has it in its pockets. Fennel Marlborough, 👁️our favorite camp taxidermist (don't tell anyone) they have the art of life preservation down to a tea, now if they can only get em to start moving again. soren and fennel are tightly nit, they made up two languages, one between only them and the other for the entire cabin.

Cabin Widow-spider: Matthew Napoleon, 👁️he is the void, don't be scared of him just based on looks though. Matthew will teach you about things you thought you knew (you didn't). Because matthew cant actually talk, due to all that void, he communicates in a fun mixture of sign language, charades, and various static esc noises. Matthew is also involved, if not running, most water based activities (and sometimes juno+mila helps out around the cabin)

the cafeteria: Mila Alcorn 👁️and Juno Matsouka, 👁️i say "and" instead of giving the two separate descriptions because they are inseparable, trust me, i've tried. these two fish folk work together in the kitchen to provide food for all the campers at camp this and that. Practically gourmet chefs, these two are quite creative. Even though there's two of them, you'll never have to worry about chaos in the kitchen, mila and juno always compromise with each other, causing for some never before tasted flavors

special doodads

head of camp: Warren Earthman,👁️ he's a, stern, tired, grumpy, old man. also the walls in are covered with different brands and types of chainsaws. beside the threatening aspects of him, he also openly picks favorites and doesn't listen to anything that doesn't openly concern him or the government.

the rot: Sydney October Sargent, a weird rotting man who lives in the woods surrounding the camp. Don't get to close to him without a gas mask, please, the spores that emanate off of him are damn near hallucinogenic. Besides the skin falling off his bones, the various species of bugs living within him, and all the mushrooms/fungus living from his decomposing self, he's almost harmless. I mean, he's in shambles, a corpse who just won't let go, just try not to breathe near him.

Martime: Jedidiah A.M. Martime, a man who keep appearing in my dreams, I don't have dreams often, why is here, in color no less. this annoying, clock obsessed, not even real, man keeps trying to tell me that he's "here for you," and "it's ok, you can take a brake, you have enough time." what that man needs to do is pipe down and accept the fact he doesn't even exist in the physical plane.

[chesmilk]

Okay some 4town headcanons cuz everyone else is doing them.🚶‍♂️

Aaron t was a theater kid

Tae young has the worst relationship with his parents. Like-

Robaire is either the so dumb its painful (exe. tamaki from ohshc) or he reads the dictionary in his freetime. No in between.

Z isn't the mysterious quiet kid, he is the idiot quiet kid.

Jesse was forever mad he wasnt cast as Ken in the barbie movie and wont shut up about it.

Jesse is the type of guy to go "wheat bread? You know I dont like spicy food"

Z knows all of the choreography to "we're all in this together" from highschool musical and refuses to admit it.

Aaron t probably helped tae young bleach his hair. It turned out neon orange and they had to go to a stylist to get it fixed.

Aaron z wears headphones all the time.

Either jesse or aaron z joined the band because of a dare. Or both.

Aaron t worked as a camp counselor before he joined the band. He was probably the really chill one all the kids liked.

Robaire will start to listen to christmas music the millisecond halloween ends.

Aaron t will hurt someone if he loses his hat. Like he wears his hat religiously

Tae young has adopted at least 6 birds he swore he was just going to foster.

T didnt learn how to tie his shoes till he was 15.

They all watch bluey. All of them. Every member watches bluey.

They also watch phineas and ferb. THOSE SONGS GO HARD.

Z probably wakes up at like 6 am and T sleeps till noon. Or Visa versa I cant tell.

There is not a single big spoon in their tour bus. It's all tiny spoons. (Neurodiverent things)

Okay that's it bye.

[averyangrypossum]

Caved and decided to share my main OC in the camp camp art style and universe

Even though I made my character in the camp camp art style a while ago the person that inspired me to post it/expand on it was @brewingcoffi with their OC, go check out their blog their stuff is so cool!

Lore and character under the cut

But anyways this is basically my main OC Jessie during the epilogue of her story. Where everything is (kind of) resolved and shes just left to pick up the pieces of the aftermath.

After her whole fiasco shes sent to Juvie for 11 months and afterwards sentenced house arrest and court ordered therapy, and after a while of being at home for house arrest shes granted permission to go to a camp to help her get re socialized with other “normal” children. And thats how she ends up at Camp Camp, specifically during seasons 1-4 since I don’t know if I want to draw her what she’d look like during season 5.

With an eye missing and a whole lot of baggage, literally and figuratively, she signs up for writing camp.

And she ends up having a great time! Not at the star at first cuz shes a little emo, but she starts making friends with the other campers, specifically Harrison. Shes one of the most troublesome camper besides Max but shes not seen as such by anyone other than Max because she inherited her father’s master manipulation skills.

Like father like daughter.

She has a stuffed bear similar to Mr honeynuts (Max’s bear) but it doesn’t hold the same weight since its really just a placeholder for another plush she had. Plus she has a pet emotional support raccoon that she successfully was able to take with her.

Her relationship with the other campers and counselors is how I rank it down here:

1. Harrison

Harrison is her tent-mate and her best friend at camp, basically like a brother to her, twin brother if you will since they found out they were born on the same day. Shes basically his number one supporter in magic and he frequently reads her stories and gives feedback.

2. David

She participates on the activity of torturing him with the other campers but she secretly sees him as a father figure, and hes the first one she goes to in the middle of the night when she cant sleep due to night terrors, and makes him make her a midnight snack.

3. Dolph

As an artist to another artist, they love each other’s company, Jess likes to draw too but more in a doodle kind of way and not of still life or arts and crafts kind of way. She likes watching Dolph paint in a way to call her down, and Dolph likes asking her if he could paint a scene from her stories.

4. Ered

Like everyone, she thinks Ered is cool, and admires Ered and even has a crush on her. WHICH IS BAD BY THE WAY! Cuz she has SEVERE mommy and daddy issues and anyone either older, cooler, maturer, and or smarter than her she will probably have a crush on them. But OTHER than that, they have a nice friendship where Jess asks Ered to teach her tricks on the skateboard, it does not usually go well.

(Oh and fun fact I actually met Ered’s voice actor and even got a signature from her at a con I worked at, she was so nice and shes just a really cool person)

5. Nerris

Jess has played DND before which leaves Nerris to frequently ask her to play with them, and sometimes Nerris would ask for story telling advice for future campaigns.

6. Preston

Jess’s mom and dad were both actors so she grew up having love for the industry, back when she still looked up to them. She even wanted to be an actor briefly when she was six but she grew out of it. Which leads Preston to cast her first in his plays since shes

“one of the only amateurs at this camp with an ounce of talent in her bones” -Preston

Although shes absolutely horrible at singing and pretty un-enthusiastic about acting. Not to mention she thinks Preston’s scripts are awful and once proposed to write on for him, he didn’t talk to her for four weeks in spite.

7. Neil

Her best friend outside of camp is literally THE BIGGEST NERD IN EXISTENCE TO THE POINT HES CONSIDERED A PRODIGY, which leads to her having a soft spot for nerds such as Neil.

And with what we are shown in season 3 episode 6, he falls easily for girls who know basic science. Which with Neil being the socially awkward person he is, sometimes he unintentionally makes her uncomfortable. Plus not to mention she enjoys Harrison fucking with him with magic, she finds it incredibly funny to the point its a little mean spirited. Other than all that other stuff she sometimes hangs out with him while Nikki and Max are doing their own things as she watches him do whatever science thing he happens to be doing.

8. Nikki

They don’t interact much, but Jess enjoys hanging out with her from time to time, and Nikki is the only other person Tim (Jess’s raccoon) likes.

9. Gwen

Her least favorite counselor but thats not saying much since theres only two of them. She still enjoys Gwen’s company and their relationship increases over the course of the summer, where Gwen helps Jess with her issues and complicated feelings towards her mother.

10. Space kid

She thinks hes weird, treats him like everyone else does unfortunately. Shes not really better than the others.

11. Max

Max doesn’t like her for most of the summer, because hes challenged for the title of being the biggest bastard at camp. Plus whenever she does said trouble, she gets away with it most of the time unless she’s cornered where she resorts to blaming it all on Max when he didn’t do shit for a change, and she is believed because shes seen as the ✨quiet sweet troubled girl✨ in David’s eyes and Max is Max.

They do end up having a partners in crime dynamic, specifically after parents day when he sees only her best friend came even its a PARENTS day. Which makes their dynamic more like a big sister and little brother, in the way ACTUAL siblings act.

12. Nerf

Hates how he physically bullies the other campers, in a way that isn’t entertaining to her.

13. Quarter master

Like the rest of the campers she thinks he’s INCREDIBLY weird even though shes used to supernatural elements so thats saying a lot.

14. Cameron Campbell

Hates him the same amount as the others.

15. The wood scouts

Has to restrain herself from making Edward join the one eye club eveytime she meets him, along with his posey but I forget if Snake has a damaged eye or no eye at all.

16. The flower scouts

Hates them the most and thinks they’re absolutely insufferable. Sasha reminds her of her mother especially and overall would pick a fight with them if she wasn’t literally held down BY THE LAW.

Thats it on this, I’m cringe but I’m free ~☆

[pianapplez]

Hello there 👋👀,

So I just found your blog and had a lot of fun scrolling through all the pjo show crit😂 I couldn't help but notice that one tag you left on a post where you said you had some beef with Annabeth's portrayal in the books 👀 Would you mind elaborating on that if you're comfortable with it🙈? Because I absolutely share that sentiment, but it's sooo veeeery rare that I see other people express anything like it... I've found that trying to be a part of the fandom can be pretty alienating most of the time, if you're not exactly the biggest most devoted Percabeth shipper...😅 And often any criticism leveled at Annabeth just gets you a smack with the "internalized-misogyny" hammer... it's even worse in the tv show now due to... obvious reasons...

Again just if you're comfortable with answering of course🙈 There is a reason I stayed on anon after all...😅😂

Really glad you asked because i finally get to ramble about this heheheh (going forward, know that i skimmed over The Last Olympian to have a clearer sense of what I meant because that's the book where Rick fumbles her character more than the others)

i'm gonna try to make as much sense as possible but short answer would be, she's underdeveloped. Long answer:

She really got on my nerves in the last two books, with the whole Rachel debacle and then the Battle of New York. I can't really remember a single moment in those books where she and Percy aren't bickering or having heated discussions, which really made me question their friendship status. Of course, it's not like friends can't fight and it obviously builds up the (romantic) tension between them, but it got unbearable at one point.

I understand she's a teenager in an incredibly stressful situation that didn't even get to have a normal upbringing- she grew up way too fast (run away at 7, head counselor at 12) while also not really maturing, which is not a problem for a character, if it is handled properly. Given the fact that I am writing this, Riordan did not.

On the surface, my biggest beef is that Annabeth is not exactly held accountable for her actions (ie. treating Rachel a bit like shit and going off on Percy for a bunch of stuff.) I know Percy is to blame a bit here: as far as we know, in TLO he basically cuts the greek world out of his life as much as he can as a coping mechanism. And while yes, he never apologizes either, he doesn't give her nearly half the hard time she gives him: always either giving him the cold shoulder (there must be at least one example of this in the entire series but i cant be bothered to look it up sorry) or starting an argument only to then storm off (see the "you're a coward, Percy Jackson!" scene, which is not the fairest example since she was confronting Percy about ignoring camp but also was a bit too harsh about it) (especially after finally reading the prophecy and being under the impression that he was absolutely going to die when he turned 16 lmao) or just straight up storming off (see, Annabeth reacting when Rachel shows up for the first time during the battle of new york). While most of these feel, at least to some degree, fairly justified given how the entire situation does an absolute number on her emotions, she comes off a bit brattish and like she's trying to rile Percy up, especially when it comes to Rachel, which in the context of a battle that could mean the destruction of the world.... Well, it reads as a bit childish to me, and i wouldn't exactly have that much of a problem with it if it was dealt with in some way (a two-way apology would be nice).

After that first impression, i realized that Annabeth is barely ever anything else other than a plot device (when relating to Luke) or a love interest (when relating to Percy). This might be because the books are on Percy's POV. Hell, on the third book he's even conflicted when Annabeth is considering joining the Hunters of Artemis, aka, when making a choice for herself would mean he loses her (which is fine and dandy but it feels like Percy is more upset about her choosing her own path rather than being sad about not seeing her as often); we really only get a few glimpses of her, as in, actually her when she's on her own.

Obviously it's impossible to talk about Annabeth without touching on percabeth, which also is, in my opinion, what hinders Annabeth's character the most. On paper they sound great. The guy whose fatal flaw is loyalty falls in love with a girl whose been let down by people over and over, and she decides to never give up on the boy whose always had people give up on him (can't find one of the million posts that talks about this right now but it always goes something like that) And yeah, the bickering is really well written! But that's literally as far as it ever goes: they don't ever seem to have fun together, because 8 times out of 10 the bickering ends up being passive aggressive, and mostly done by Annabeth. My biggest gripe about percabeth is that their friendship seems to be based off... shared trauma. Literally. Other than going on quests together we are given no examples of them hanging out, nor a reason why they would want to spend time together in the first place, not even a shared hobby. Yes, in the fourth book they had a movie "date" planned but of course they didn't even get to it, and surprise surprise, they had a minor discussion, and surprise surprise, Annabeth was passive aggressive again. It's hard to picture them having fun together when even the author doesn't write in any scenes in which they get along smoothly (and before you say anything, a scene in which they get along where neither of them is about to die, and they're not talking about previous adventures. Gets a bit hard then, doesn't it?) It's even harder to picture them as a couple when the moment she gets upset about something, she starts coming off as emotionally manipulative (see, again, literally any conversation with Rachel or about Rachel)

To be fair, the books are relatively short and don't allow many "filler" chapters, if you will; there's always something happening to keep the main plot or a minor plot point moving forward, but it's not like there is no room to develop the characters' relationships, especially when we're talking about the main char and what is essentially his endgame. As an example we have Percy and Clarisse, or Percy and Beckendorf. Their interactions are brief but still hold so much weight.

Worst of all, Annabeth could be one hell of a character; what's most interesting of all is how being a daughter of Athena she is still incredibly emotionally driven, which is displayed very clearly with her fatal flaw being pride: her telling the Sphynx that her questions were too easy was not smart nor strategic: it was completely impulsive. I seriously think she wasn't far from being the best character in the series had she been given more time.

I guess i have as much beef with Annabeth as i have with Rick for doing her dirty. I really could sum this up with: while her emotions are justified, she acts upon them quite poorly. And this is what i mean when i say she's underdeveloped, because it would've been nice to see her come to her senses a bit.

Would love to read anyone's opinions on her character though, feel free to comment, even (or especially) if you don't agree with me!

[kyshiwarrior]

some modern headcanons i have for jet

- farmer’s son!!! farmers market but also hosts the annual haunted cornmaze

- copy/paste of his mom

- he drives his moms’ minivan that has a whole bumper stickers dedicated to social activism, anarchy, anti cops, but also:

(he drives it with a lot of pride btw)

- skateboard cliche™️ though, so he doesnt actually use the van a lot

- has foster siblings ! including the duke who he walks to school every day

- has taught all his siblings how to fight in the basement and its like a mini fight club down there istg

- is the go-to person for when his siblings need someone to help them with a video game. jet’s a natural and lets the duke take the headset while he destroys everyone.

- 5-in-1 shampoo 😔

- no social media presence and will never get an online reference. he barely gets tv references. everything he learns is against his will.

- mostly watches kid movies cuz of his foster siblings. silent crier during sad scenes.

- i dont know if jet passed his driving test or not but i do know the small talk he had with the instructor made them hesitant on passing him

- punk patch jacket. lots of anarchy and pride pins on it too.

- no ‘devil’s advocate’ is safe around him

- jet will put his feet on the chair in front of him if absent and on the legs if taken. if you nicely ask him to stop, he will. if you’re a shit person, he’ll kick your chair forward or steal shit out of your bag little by little.

- he excels in team work and public speaking so he’d be nice to have for group presentations. in theory.

- pencil chewer…. pen chewer… 🫠🫠🫠draws on desks… writes answers on desks for the person after him😏😏… sticks gum under desks 😰😰😰

- candy cane season is the best time of the year cuz oral fixation + makeshift weapon

- matcha latte enjoyer, black coffee budget

- has a rich vocabulary

- cant pay him enough to understand microsoft excel

- t-ps houses of people he doesnt like

- takes the fall for anything that his friends would get in trouble for

- once made something blow up in chemistry on purpose because “I thought you were bluffing 🤷‍♂️”

- food shelter volunteer on the weekends

- walkman and vinyl record elitist

- technically has a phone but uses it hardly ever, only curfew and walkie talkies because its more fun. big fan of never saying hes coming over he just shows up.

- calls authority figures by their first name or the wrong name

- mom will take his side no matter what and often times the reason he got in detention shes proud of him

- “too many cops out today” if he sees a single cop

- walmart thief who winks at cameras

- skateboarder cliche™️

- possible sports: lacrosse and soccer

- 100% down to teach little league and is amazing at it

- fun camp counselor who establishes core memories all of which involve pranks and breaking camp rules for the sake of fun and chaos

- teachers hate to love and hate to love him

[toomanybandstocare]

{Somebody to Love, Queen}

Program: A lazy day in, hidden from the world. It's the perfect excuse, as if you ever needed one, to fall further in love with Eddie Munson. But one little quirk of his makes you skeptical of some of his habits.

Pairing: Eddie Musnon x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Pet names (Dewdrop, Dove, and Baby), Reader is described as "sleepy little self" once but not in reference to physical appearance, Mentions of Dead Poets Society (nothing specific to the ending, bc at this camp we also mourn that ending and cant accept it), Make out but not graphic

Length: 1200w

Counselor Notes: This for @staygoldwriting who sent me the warmest request ever. But I am a rainy day duderino, and it's the first time it's rained in a month. I couldn't not make it a rainy, lazy day in. <3

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Rain patters echo through the trailer as they drop against the roof and dribble down the porch awning. Soft gray clouds coolly illuminate the inside of the Munson home and wash everything in a sleepy warmth. The hum of a faded Queen record plays from the living room so quietly that it just barely accompanies the storm’s symphony.

Eddie leans against the kitchen counter and the cool bite of metal against his side sends shivers of content. Sweatpants shift lower on his hips as he putters in place to grab breakfast makings. It’s not often the helltown of Hawkins decides to be quiet for a day. Where every critter and person agrees to stay bundled at home and enjoy the sleepy day without a worry.

The refrigerator door clangs and clashes as the condiments on the door shelf scatter, and Eddie winces from the frosty nip that bites his shirtless chest. Pulling out the milk and softly closing the door while he moves back to the counter, Eddie hopes you’re already awake as he pours two glasses of milk and sets the carton on the countertop. He scratches his tousled curls in thought unable to remember where he put the Honeycomb in his rush to make it to school yesterday.

Cabinets doors closing and tired mumbles greet you when stumble into the kitchen. Bleary eyes soften while you watch Eddie dance around the kitchen and trip over his own feet. His hums send warm, gentle waves through your body. You quietly pad over to him and press yourself to his back while wrapping your arms around his tummy. Rubbing your cheek into his warmth, you mumble, “Morning, baby”.

Shocks of tenderness shoot through Eddie where you touch him. One arm raised and pulling the cereal box from its hiding place, Eddie peers around his shoulder and melts at the sight of your sleepy little self tucking yourself into him. 

“Morning, dewdrop. How’d you sleep?” Eddie whispers, his morning voice rumbles in bliss. He turns to lean into the counter with his side once more and pulls you into his other.

“Would’ve been better if I woke up with you,” you pout, lightly nipping at his exposed pec. You narrow your eyes at his lighthearted chuckles

“Can’t waste a rainy day by sleeping in, dove,” Eddie rubs the small of your back. Taking a handful of Honeycombs in his other hand, he then drops a few in his mouth and takes a gulp of milk. “Better to be up and enjoy a lazy day together. How about we stop by Family Video and pick out some flicks for a marathon today,” he mumbles with another mouthful.

You scrunch your nose at the few falling crumbs that tumble onto you. “Stop eating all the cereal, or we’re not gonna have any for breakfast,” you try to steal the box away from him. His arm presses you into an inescapable hold. You freeze as Eddie lightly digs his fingertips into your side. 

“Don’t. You. Dare,” you hiss.

Eddie’s soft smile slowly warps into a shit eating grin that blinds you. The silent command for a flurry of butterflies to attack your stomach when his fingers press into your skin. Your shared giggles and squeals rise over the music and rain in an adoring crescendo. Your chest pounds, begging for relief. Eddie’s curls don’t help either and instead of acting as his hideaway, they now join the tickle fight. Brushing against your neck, his soft tangles burn your skin with the feather light touches.

“I work so hard,” Eddie laughs, “to make us breakfast for our cozy day in, and you don’t even notice?” He launches a sneak attack and blows a raspberry where your ear and jaw meet. When you thrash in his hold in a desperate attempt to escape, he pulls you in close with both arms. Squeezing your waist, Eddie guides you to sit on top of the counter and stands between your legs. 

As your chest heaves, drinking in as much as air your lungs desire, your eyes flutter close. Eddie’s soft lips trail across your face and scatter small kisses everywhere they can. Happiness buzzes through you when Eddie makes his home in the crook of your neck. Carefully cradling your cheek in one hand as his other rubs little circles on your thigh, he litters little pecks up and down your neck. A sigh graces your smile from the buzz Eddie gives you, and he takes it as the opportune moment to lay a soft kiss to your lips. Slowly moving with each other, both of you are absorbed in each other’s presence.

Lazy nips to your bottom lips that bring out gentle groans.

Teasing traces of tongue leave you dizzy and searching for more.

Little scratches at Eddie’s neck ground you as best as they can. Trying to hold onto reality, you so eagerly want to fall into a daze only focused on his love.

Squeezes to your body, hold Eddie in reality. Completely ready to disappear from the world with you, he knows that today will be the day to bask in each other’s love. Sealed away from everything outside as the rain hides you from the sight of peering eyes.

Pulling away, Eddie presses a few more quick kisses to your pouted lips when you whine in protest. He hands you your glass of milk and balances the box of Honeycombs between your bodies as he takes his own glass. 

“Just give it a try,” Eddie nudges your knee with his.

He looks at you with wide eyes with an encouraging look of ‘see, it’s not so bad’ as he drops some cereal in his mouth and takes another gulp of milk. You shake your head and unceremoniously grab a handful from the box. With an unimpressed look, you meet Eddie’s excited gaze as you repeat his actions.

As you chew the sweet, dry crisps and follow with a sip of cold milk, shock washes through you. It wasn’t world changing, no. It was just mundane. A lazy solution for not spoiling any additional dishes. So why is giddiness bubbling into a surprised look of realization?

Eddie raises his hands in victory, “I know. I know. I’m a genius, baby”. He leaves a little kiss to the temple of your head and giggles pour from both your lips. “S’the perfect lazy day breakfast,” Eddie concludes with another mouthful.

Swallowing his bite, Eddie trails his free hand up your leg and squeezes your hip: “Still interested in that movie marathon?”

“Only if we get to watch Dead Poets Society,” you counter. Your free hand rests on his upper arm and responds with a gentle tap.

“As if that’s a question,” Eddie huffs, “We need more people like Mr. Keating in this world, and it’s the best cozy day film”. Eddie taps you, a now serious look shadows his previous light expression, “Only if we stop it after the cast bow”.

“As if that’s a question,” you tease and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Falling into each other’s embrace once more, the lovers enjoy their company with a blanket of hominess enveloping the Munson residence.

[t4tcecilos]

WHAT ARE UR ROWAN HEADCANONS 🎤

YEAAA ITS ROWAN TIME

- he either dresses very cozy or very fancily (think. fantasy bard) outside of camp. two clothing moods

- loves accessories!!! even while in camp he’ll wear a ton of rings/necklaces/belt chains

- his favorite color is yellow <3 which works out bc cabin magpie moth’s color is yellow!!!

- his eyes change colors w the sky!!!!

- he has lichtenburg figure scars due to The Incident. they glow when he gets stressed and/or has visions

- he gets really bad migraines when the weathers shit. doesnt even have to be getting prophetic visions. if its raining, he probably has a headache.

- he has memory issues!! doesn’t remember a lot of his life, especially early childhood. forgets simple things a lot (im projecting)

- his favorite incense scent is dragon’s blood

- for all that the sky haunts him, he cant deny that sun/moon/stars symbolism and aesthetics are super cool (and often incorporates them into his outfits)

- he is a wonderful cook!! he doesnt like cooking for others though bc he has very specific tastes

- mmm hes neurodivergent

- after the bee incidents he tries to stay away from large patches of flowers. just in case

- hes a really good camp counselor!!! the kids love him, he enjoys working with them, and overall cabin magpie moth is very lovely

- he actually really enjoys taking fish to the penguins. its a time where he can relax out of the view of the sky!! in the cool darkness of the tunnels (he enjoys it a lot more once juniper steps up and actually helps! they have a good time)

- speaaking of tunnels. he knows the tunnels Very Well. loves it down there. wants to take the kids down there to play hide and seek but sydney said it was too risky

- his favorite friut are strawberries

[ficklefood]

ok more thoughts for my married jasico fic(?) idea (that i talked about in my last post)

they are in their mid-late 20s by this point, nico has now taken on a director-type kind of role in camp half-blood and is way more hands-on than either chiron or mr d. the demigods absolutely love nico and look up to him, and nico kind of has this thing going on where he *pretends* to be stern and mature as an authority figure, but the kids thinks he's too cool in like, an edgy epic way, to ever be actually scared of him. (which, of course, boggles him every time and makes his heart twist because these kids like him and arent scared, even though he's been in a staff role on camp for like 7 years and counting now)

nico is pretty much a kindergarten-middle school-high school teacher (because chb's got kids of all ages), pretty much a physical education-arts and crafts-home economics-all around teacher, slash guidance counselor, slash wilderness and survival coach, slash friendship/love advice-giver/mediator -- he does a lot on camp for the kids. and a lot of his time is dedicated to the younger ones, who of course need more guidance and supervision. nico's pretty much settled into the role of everyone's secondary parent (and for some sad cases, he has to play as a primary parent figure). it's demanding work but he wouldnt have it any other way. he's making sure that camp is *home* for the young demigods in a way he wished he had it from the very beginning.

i also like the idea of nico having taken a few psychology and education courses, to help him be a better support figure for demigods who are going through some traumatic stuff. gods know he's been through a lifetime's worth of trauma a kid shouldn't have gone through. he didnt finish an entire degree though, he decided that academics isnt really his thing

jason, on the other hand, went to college to study history and got really into it. now he's pursuing a career as a historian and is starting his phd! everyone, including himself, thought he would be into roman military history, but as he started his historical studies and was exposed to all kinds of different stuff, he eventually settled on a real interest in social history, especially queer history, in the ancient world. he finished his undergrad at new rome but started his postgrad someplace nearer long island/camp half blood, so nico can go to work in camp, and because jason got a good offer at whatever university anyway

they have a house near camp and jason drives nico to and from work since they have 1 car. picking nico up and driving home together after a long day always puts a smile on jason's face, no matter how tiring or frustrating his research was that day. he would always find time to help nico out on camp, and often gives special history classes to the kids (alongside the usual combat training and strategy classes he's always been good at too). nico and jason go jogging along camp halfblood's beach every sunday. the campers know jason and love him as they love nico! he's more open about spoiling them, especially the littler ones, than nico, who also cant help his soft spot for them, but at still tries to be stern (and fails)

by this point theyre more than ready to start their own little family. theyre so so ready to have their own kids! nico cherishes the happy moments with his family from his childhood, before everything got complicated.... jason wants to find that happy family life, that he never really got to have as a kid, with nico.... so they talk about it from time to time until they decide to actually *do* something about it and start looking up their options like adoption or surrogates and then boom, one day a baby shows up on their doorstep, with soft, blond hair like jason and warm, dark eyes like nico, swaddled up in a basket and sleeping soundly, and oh...the baby is a gift from...juno? who's pleased that they're such a wonderful married couple and deigned to go ahead and grant them this beautiful child?

anyway ok much to think about much to flesh out, but god i really want this to be A Fic that i can yknow Read and stuff and just have in my hands. yknow. ugh

[camptw1nk]

the camp massacre is actually something I love talking about so much w kurt bc of how intensely it affects him. like obviously it does bc a bunch of people die its traumatizing but also the. nightwing is such a safe place for him its away from his parents and he's the one in charge and he has the freedom to just exist as a person there (albiet he still trains and diets the same as at home). tommy is one of the nicest counselors at camp and i think he and kurt have been really good friends since they were campers and he trusts tommy wholeheartedly. joans probably someone hes had an eye on a while and potentially hooked up with a few times before, they're fond of each other despite being from such different worlds.

and then after sex with her, after a quick shower, he comes out to find her dead. it may not have been the bloodiest in the movie, but it was still rough. he doesnt hesitate at all to run out of the cabin in just a towel, looking for everyone else, trying to find out what to do and what happened. its nick he finds first which is definitely for the best cause anyone else would've been looking to Him for guidance and he was too panicked to do anything. he gets his instructions to gather the campers and get them on the bus and get them out of there and he follows through wholeheartedly. he runs around the woods barefoot and freezing, feet probably in a lot of pain, but he gets all the campers and gets them to the bus. he sees tommy bloody and holding an axe. he gets hurt protecting a kid. he gets on the bus and tries to take care of his wounds while someone else drives, still in nothing but a towel. old scars on display for the first time but too focused on everyone else to realize the vulnerability. counts the kids and knows theres A Lot that arent on the bus, either already dead or hiding and hoping someone will come to help — but kurt knows that no one will. has to battle with the knowledge that someone he loved and trusted was doing this, battle with the knowledge that joan was killed while he was one room away, battle with the fact that nick isnt on the bus with them, all while trying not to bleed out.

and when they finally get to the hospital its still just chaos. cameras and reporters everywhere, questions directed at kurt that he cant answer, blame for being the guy in charge even though hes maybe 19 or 20, still practically a kid himself in so many ways. facing it all down while knowing his parents didn't rush to the hospital when they heard what happened. they didn't come to make sure hes okay. no one did. until, finally, the next morning. nick comes to him and kurt feels relief for the first time since it all happened. his parents come soon after and he's back to dread as the doctors tell his parents that he won't be able to do gymnastics anymore, at least not competitively, not the way he used to. his whole world has collapsed and changed forever and he never knows why. everyone just says tommy snapped and kurt sobs not understanding why, just knowing that when tommy attacked him that he looked in tommy's eyes and it wasnt tommy looking back at him. he never knows that it was nicks fault, never knows that for whatever reason nick had chosen tommy to curse. he's left to just believe the most kind amazing guy he'd ever known had snapped and killed people, had tried to kill him.

he mourns all the kids that didnt make it, visits their families and learns all he can about them. keeps a notebook. carries it everywhere. vows that he'll never let anyone in his care get hurt again, no matter the cost.

[meganwasbored]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 4 Episodes 3 and 4

Episode 3

-he’s really pretending to read a black page in a book just to not look at her

-you’re telling me callum was really able to fall asleep after all that?

-so you had this in your back pocket but instead you went with “hey”

-with her bare hand?? that love right there

-she’s gonna be gone when he wakes up AGAIN??? girl where are you even going

-soren being soren

-i hope we get to hear zym talk someday because i’m thinking about all the possibilities for what his voice might sound like and all of them are hilarious

-if the passageway is opened by a dragon sized button why are there human sized stairs leading down into it

-ibis’s timing is always impeccable

-i love how bait is there for literally everything like he even had his own seat at the council table i wonder if it was like this when bait was harrow’s pet

-ok everything else that went wrong today was an accident but the painting was definitely sabotaged something strange is going on here

-claudia pulling a jafar

-an eleven year old just gave that speech

-IBIS DID NOT JUST DIE TAKE THAT BACK

-THERE IS SO MUCH HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

-CRYING

-OMG HES ALIVE DOES THAT MEAN HES GONNA MAKE IT???

-NOOOOOOO

-RAYLA WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE THIS IS NOT THE TIME

-WOAH HE CAN DO THAT THATS SO COOL BUT ALSO HE JUST DIED THIRTY SECONDS AGO SO IM HAVING SOME VERY MIXED FEELINGS

Episode 4

-UHHHHHHHH WHY IS CALLUM IN THE SPARKLY PLACE NOW

-oh you can already tell that ezran is gonna be their marriage counselor from this point on

-zym hiding like 8 year old me getting picked up from my friend’s house

-viren contributing absolutely nothing like dude they could’ve done that while you were still dead

-WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

WHY DID IT CUT TO THIS AFTER SHE SAID THAT

-i love opeli so much but why is she so insistent that ezran leaves?? like i’ve never seen her smile so much in any other scene?? she just found out the world is once again in danger and she’s happy??

-OMG DO YOU THINK SHE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE PAINTING

-stop it megan now you’re just grasping at straws

-why is ezran so chill about literally everything like rayla randomly shows up after two years of nothing and he’s just like “of course you’re coming hop on”

-also rayla apologized to ezran the second she saw him but she hasn’t bothered to apologize to callum??? as in the one she actually wronged??? and she’s expecting him to be cool with that???

-girl you could’ve just asked him if he can go start the flame a safe distance away from camp?? like can you at least try to come to a compromise?? this is why y’all were thrown out in the first place

-this is foreshadowing if i’ve ever seen it and i DO NOT LIKE IT

-Luna Tenebris is such a cool name like that alone tells me how awesome she was

-“a young human girl uncovered a great secret of history” and yet she’s not important enough to remember her name?

-my question is what does aaravos get out of all this? why did he start doing this in the first place?

-Terry buddy if anyone can help claudia at this point it’s you i’m sorry you even got dragged into this

-“I have always been willing to do anything to protect my family, however dangerous, however vile” oh so that why you told soren that it doesn’t matter if he died and tried to use him as your guinea pig for the weird demon-hulk-soldier spell?

-SAYS THE MAN WHO HAD A PANIC ATTACK ABOUT A LITTLE MOUNTAIN

-OH I REALLY REALLY DONT LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING

-my question is why would they write “in darkness, gaze upon a fallen star” on the mirror like that just makes aaravos sound like a savior or something

-you’re really scared of a little spell? why don’t you take your own advice and get a grip?

-HE CANT BREATHE WHY ARE YOU ALL JUST STANDING THERE HELP HIM

-OH THE CREATURE IS WORSE THAN I IMAGINED

-HE CAN SHATTER THE MIRROR???

-SERIOUSLY HIS SOUL CAN GO OUTSIDE OF THE MIRROR HE CAN POSSESS PEOPLE OUTSIDE OF THE MIRROR AND NOW HE CAN SHATTER THE MIRROR??? HAS HE ALWAYS BEEN ABLE TO DO THIS???

[dykeyote]

asks you say? well how do you think the dndads teens would react to being at ch&t? (crossover time?) personally i think it would be really fun and they would all have certain counselors they get attached too. Yvonne scary friendship?? they would overall cause more damage and chaos to camp than anything but it would be fun right?

THIS IS SO REAL YOU ARE SO REAL LET ME SHARE ..... MY THOUGHRS

normal is in cabin dungbeetle and is like extremely fucking invested in it . like putting juniper on the flagpole was his idea FOR SURE he struggles w lack of identity in the summer bc no school to have spirit dor so he just gets VERY invested in camp to cope . he has a moderate crisis of identity when they break apart bc he has cabin dungbeetle spirit AND camp here and there spirit !!?!??!?!?! oh the humanity ): he tries not to pick favorite counselors bc he sees the counselors as in their own way a mascot for both the camp and their own cabins BUT he specifically hates jedidiah for his lack of camp enthusiasm . that fucker grinds his god damn gears

scary is in cabin silkworm she likes yvonne and HAAAAATES joshua . speaking of counselors shed be attached to i actually think shed like sydney quite a lot near exclusively bc of the fact that he vents on the announcements all the time and her edgy teen self can identify w that. ppl are like why is he talking abt his personal shit again and shes like god..... ugh . youd get it if youd ever SUFFERED . if you had darkness in your heart if youd felt real pain.... i get him. You obviously dont :/

link i can never imagine being at summer camp hes too busy doing soccer ..... i feel like hed run away honest 2 god . and then like die in the woods bc of some freakish shit . imagining him in a camp setting is impossible to me . hed curl up and die in a place w no soccer and no fifa and no garfield he needs enrichment in his enclosure

taylor is a survivalist he would LOOOOOVE being at summer camp but only so he can run off and try and like live in the woods or some shit . idk what cabin hes in .... maybe magpie moth? i feel like hed just escape into the woods a lot . his fav counselor is inexplicably soren but only because soren is the groundskeeper and if taylor helps him w his rituals soren wont tell on him for being out there when he shouldnt be so taylors like heh. a small price to pay for expanding my skills......

lastly the hermster . hes in magpie moth with taylor also i think ....... u cant separate them . his favorite counselor is juniper by far bc he thinks juniper is just like him fr and is CONVINCED that hes method acting as british and as such he DEEPLY admires his enthusiasm and commitment to the role . however this also incites some competition in him so whenever hes at camp hes like 30% more annoying than usual bc he feels the need to outdo junipers acting prowess

[windywriter]

HCs for the other Lis as camp counselors

This is based on what robobarbie posted.

Quest: Hiking

Always helps you up and down ledges. What a gentleman.

Gets flustered when the other campers ask if hes dating you but cant hide his smile.

Likes to wake up early in the morning and just look out at nature.

Most of his camping gear is pretty cheap, the most expensive thing he has are his hiking boots.

Tends to walk towards the back of the group to make sure there are no stragglers.

Doesnt talk much while hiking and prefers to just enjoy the sounds of nature. Though he will be more than happy to explain all the sorts of cool flora and fauna that grow on the trail.

At first he was too shy to do campfire singing but was goaded into it and now he does it every year.

Toasty: Nurse’s tent/Cabin

Low key dying over how there isnt much signal at the campsite but they’re coping with their switch.

Gets soo many mosquito bites despite always keeping a bottle of repellent on them.

Lets you hang around at the tent and take naps on the cot.

Like nightowl, toasty also gets thrown into the pool/lake by xyx.

Has hello kitty bandages (as per xyx’s request)

Xyx: Kayaking/rock climbing

Does so much stupid shit to try and impress you and gets scolded by toasty and you every time you bring him to the nurse’s tent.

Tries to act like he doesnt like you but its obvious.

Insists that he can do a back flip but has never shown anyone.

Doesnt mind hiking with quest but does with he would go a bit faster. 

Has a “#cool counselor” T shirt that he wears every season.

Wears his sunglasses even indoors.

Likes to tell “slightly” exaggerated stories about his past adventures to campers.

Flirts with you as much as nightowl does but is more subtle about it. 

Xyx would light his marshmallow on fire then chase people around with it.

[sheepie-self-ships]

How about 6, 8, 10 and/or 13 for the end of the year asks? :3 (dragonsmooch)

Ty for the ask :D

6. talk about any special/memorable moments you had with your F/O(s) this year! Which stood out to you the most?

Hmhmhmmmmm… all I can think of is pied pipering my roommate into watching things with my f/os in them with me LMAO I got kae to watch the hobbit and the aqua.bats this past year and making selfshipping stuff with them is fun :) hi kae if u see this

8. in which ways did your F/O(s)/selfshipping help you this year?

OH GOSH. I was going to mention this past finals season with eagle.bones but I CANNOT BRUSH OVER how much Billy helped over the summer 💀 I liked my job as a camp counselor but a lot of the time would be over stimulating because. Kids. And I couldn’t wear headphones because I’m at work, and I would be able to kind of just. Think of scenarios because we’d be at the pool all the time and yk. Sometimes that daydreaming time would get me through the day ✊😔 I would pay most attention to the kids dw but bus rides and pool stations were rough some days

10. have you bought any merch of your F/O or other items that remind you of them this year?

I bought a few things I can think of off the top of my head :D I got a long sleeve Kíli shirt, a Steve funko pop, a few FNAF plushies, and an eagle.bones guitar pick that I turned into a necklace, an [sfw, hes just a pillow] Elliott body pillow cover at a convention, he’s actually a really comfy cover, it p much always stays cold, I recommend the seller, loadingcrewcraft :3 anyways I just really like getting f/o merch tbh, it makes me happy and then even if I get a little disconnected odds are I still like the thing or source enough to keep it.

13. if you've had any F/O(s) for longer a year, did you find out anything new and surprising about them this year? Did this change your relationship change in any way?

Cant have one of these kinds of things without mentioning my no. 1! All Mig.ht and I have been together for 5 years this past summer! I was planning on having a wedding around our anniversary but I got so busy with work and stuff I kind of forgot… so instead we’ve just been engaged ☺️ I don’t talk about it too too much I think but I’m really hoping to change that fiancé to husband next year LMAO that’s just in the case I remember on the right date tho… I did find out that horikoshi is doing some weird stuff with him these days in the manga, I haven’t cared enough to catch up or look too far into it but I’m not sure I like the changes too much 😭 I don’t think it’s soured our relationship too too much but it’s still weird sometimes…