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when i first saw the rain fight reaction i was like “wow they gave in and gave us a reaction” bc everyone been begging for it and talking abt it BUT NO THEYVE FILMED THESE REACTIONS SO LONG AGO LIKE THEY INTENTIONALLY DID THIS THEY WANT EVERYONE TO REMEMBER THIS SCENE ITS IMPORTANT

Anyways

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heartstopper more like ARTstopper am i right folks

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you’re my destiel writer mutual! and it’s awesome :)

akwjakshksjaksksns that made my night hearing you say I’m your destiel writer mutual! seeing your comments and interactions on my fics and drabbles makes me so so happy :) I’m so glad to have a bestie as sweet as you!

what mutual am I?

#asked and answered #rainfight #what mutual am i?#did you know I love you?#this made me so happy #literally you liking my writing means everything to me #you are so sweet #you make my heart melt

#24 going down the shore (from soft summer prompts)!!! ty 💕

(some mortal au camp counselor softness)

Percy isn’t sure how the tradition started, but ever since his last summer as a camper, the oldest two cabins stay up until sunrise on the last night of camp. Sure, it means going home without a wink of sleep, but it also means kitchen raids, dance parties, and sneaking onto the dining hall roof at 2 am to stargaze. You think you know your cabin mates until all fifteen of you are waiting for the girls to show up and effectively stranded unless someone is willing to jump into the dumpster. (That someone was Percy. Two years in a row.)

The chaos was his favorite part as a camper, but as a counselor, it’s the way the sky bursts into flames in the early morning, the way his campers’ faces light up while Long Island Sound transforms into something that could hang in MoMA back in the city.

NYC is the farthest thing from their minds now. Percy loves that he can give these memories to these kids, knowing they’ll last a lifetime.

Annabeth shifts on the towel next to him, still in last night’s jean shorts and loose top. Purple crescent moons are stamped under her eyes, her curls are determined to escape her haphazardly secured scrunchie, and mascara stains her cheeks from the 4 am cry session they had at the realization that this is their last summer, last session, last sunrise. Percy thinks she looks gorgeous.

He’d stare at her over any painting in MoMA any day. So he stares, knowing this is his last chance to do it in this setting.

One of his campers, a 15-year-old named Robby, catches Percy’s attention with a frantic wave. He points between Percy and Annabeth, then widens his eyes without subtlety, looking as stern as his soft cheeks and braces will allow.

It’s not the first time one of Percy’s campers has told him to make a move, but Percy isn’t expecting the pang of loss in his chest at the realization that it might be the last. That was supposed to be the one bonus of moving on from camp: getting the kids off his back about Annabeth. What a moment to realize that it’s another addition to the long list of things he’ll miss about this place.

Annabeth smiles at him, her lungs swelling in time with the waves crashing on the shore. White water races bravely toward their bare feet, coming the closest it has all morning. It stops inches away, but Annabeth braces herself all the same, shifting so that her hand lands on top of Percy’s. The wave recedes, but she doesn’t pull away.

Whispers break out behind them but are quickly shushed with voices louder than the original speakers. Annabeth keeps her head forward, but the corner of her mouth quirks up as she stares at the horizon.

The sun still flirts with the edge of the Earth, and Annabeth’s hand is warm above his, but all Percy can think about is how trying to capture the moment feels like holding water in his hands. No matter how hard he tries, some of it slips through the cracks.

Annabeth’s fingers fill the spaces between his, and Percy isn’t sure his hand will ever close the same way again. He will always be thinking of this moment. His hands will always leave room for hers.

She rests her cheek on his shoulder, her hair warm and bright in the summer’s golden goodbye. She looks like honey, all sweet and slow-moving. Percy elects to ignore the gasps behind them in favor of pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

“I’m going to miss this,” she murmurs into his shoulder, too low for the kids to hear.

Percy rests his head on top of hers and sighs, “I already do.”

“This is where it all started.”

“But not where it ends,” Percy says lightly, despite his own fears. He can’t remember existing in a world where camp wasn’t coming the next summer. He’s not sure he’s ready to find out who he is without it.

As if reading his mind, Annabeth shifts to look at him. “It doesn’t end. I won’t let it.” And it’s such a proud thing to say with her chin up and jaw set—so Annabeth to assert her own will over that of the universe—that Percy can’t help himself from surging forward to kiss her.

It’s a tentative kiss, and far too short for his liking, but it’s spur of the moment and there are still thirty kids in the sand surrounding them.

Percy calms under Annabeth’s steady gaze, his heart slowing when it should, by all means, be racing out of his chest. It’s that moment that he knows he’s made the right choice. It’s not just camp that soothes his soul—it’s her. It’s always been her.

He squeezes her hand. “A beginning sounds good, don’t you think?”

Annabeth smiles, the landscape of love behind her, and presses her lips to Percy’s. This time the kids don’t pretend to hide their cheers.