#and uhh david and max

[qcoded]

Everyday I wish for a dynamic vaguely similar to The Collectors and Belos between two characters to appear because like

I'm going insane I can't hyperfixate on them forever RIGHT??? actually I probably can BUT PLEASEEEE

[camp-camp-out-of-context]

Sometimes I think that the FOP: A New Wish community would LOVE Camp Camp since the Dev and Max parallels run deep, but then I remember that nobody talks about Camp Camp anymore! The mentor/neglected child relationship they crave is right there! Dadvid walked so Peri and Dev could run, okay!!

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| The Pantyeater Proxy ||

Frank castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: fluff, smut, Max!

💜 Reblogs and comments mean the world, thank you for reading! 💜

"What you got Max, buddy? What is that?"

By the time Frank wrestles the thing from his slobbering jaws, it's too late.

"Aw shit." He's holding up the black shreds that once were one of your favourite sets of lingerie.

"Goddamn it. You tryin' to get us thrown out?"

Max grumbles, looking up guiltily from his place the floor.

"Ain't no use sayin' sorry now, think we gotta go shoppin' boy."

He only had a few hours until you came back from work. Frank manages to decipher the brand from the small and partly-chewed label, maybe he can pick up a like-for-like replacement and you'll be none the wiser. More importantly, him and Max will avoid being in your bad books.

Frank is, admittedly, a little out of his element. You usually bought this kinda thing yourself, and Christ knows where you'd originally gotten it from. Things had started out okay, he'd gone to the nearest shop on Google, one with really good reviews, but now he was standing amongst mannequins and reams of hanging silk and lace bras, panties, teddies, slips, and anything else he could've imagined, completely lost. He couldn't even see the brand of the thing Max ate.

"Can I help, sir?"

Frank turns around to see a young woman about half his size, her face bearing what he recognises as a well used sympathetic expression for use on lost boyfriends and husbands.

He clears his throat. "Uh, yes ma'am. Any chance you carry this brand?"

She examines the torn label and then slowly starts to shake her head. "I'm sorry sir, we don't. I think it's actually discontinued. Were you looking for something specific?"

"Shit- excuse me ma'am, sorry, it's just my dog he uh... took a liking to my lady's things and made em into a chew toy. Kinda lookin' for a replacement or me and the dog might be sharing a kennel."

"Ah, yes." She smiles politely. "Could you give me an idea of what they were like and I could maybe find something similar?"

Frank scratches at the shorter hairs at the back of his head. "Uhh..."

She examines the frayed edge on the label. "Well we can start with black, right? Sooo lace, satin, silk, a combination? Wired or unwired bra? Full coverage, push-up, plunge, balconette, or maybe something a little more revealing? And how about the panty; brief, short, Brazilian, bikini, thong... crotchless? Do you know what styles she might like?"

Frank's head spins. "Shit, all I know is that she looked killer in them. You think you could gimme a quick crash course in all this, I can try tell you what she likes, definitely what she don't like- maybe find somethin' that won't get me my head ripped off?"

The shop assistant laughs. "Of course."

Frank returns to the apartment feeling more than a little apprehensive. He puts the fancy bag on the middle of the bed with a stern instruction for Max to leave well alone.

By the time you arrive home, he's almost forgotten about the incident, having been distracted with a phonecall from David asking if you guys were free for dinner this Saturday.

"-alright, yeah yeah 'course I'll bring some wine you dope. See ya then." He hangs up as he's walking over to give you a kiss.

"Hey sweetie, how was work?"

"Urgh, just the usual. Who was that?"

"Liebermann asking us to dinner tomorrow. Said yeah, we ain't got nothing else on right?" He helps you with your coat and you kick off your shoes and dump your bag on the couch.

"No that'll be really nice to see them. Okay I'm just gonna jump in the shower, then I'm all yours." You call as you're already walking into the bedroom to undress.

There's a beat, and then-

"Frank...? What's this?" You appear back at the doorway, the the bag dangling from the string handle on your hooked finger.

He sheepishly joins you in the bedroom. "An apology, from Max and me. Mainly Max as I ain't the one that ate your underwear." Frank looks over his shoulder at the dog curled up on the living room couch like he's denying all knowledge.

You snort. "Wait- what?!"

"M'sorry baby, I didn't catch him in time. Was hopin' it's a decent replacement, but if it ain't we can change it. You know I'm crap at this stuff."

You take out the tissue paper package from the bag, sitting on the bed and unwrapping it carefully on your lap. Whatever it is it's black. That's good, not that you were expecting some neon monstrosity from Frank, he was definitely one for the classic look when it came to the bedroom, but then again he'd say he thought you were smoking hot in a tatty old sweater and odd socks.

"You pick this?"

"Well I had some help from the shop (he left a big tip). But yeah. You like it?"

You run your fingers over the soft lacy cup of the wireless bralet, holding it up to look at it more closely. It was the right size anyway, one thing Frank was definitely good at was recon and attention to detail, that is if he didn't already have your bra size and other measurements ingrained in his brain. There were panties to match, not cut too high, again, silky soft, lacy and very sexy.

"I think I'm gonna have to try them on before I make up my mind on whether to forgive Max or not..."

A muscle in Frank's jaw twitches at the challenging look in your eyes as you take the contents of the bag into the ensuite with you, closing the door.

Frank is sat on the bed as you change, patiently waiting, almost biting his nails until you slowly emerge from the bathroom, one mouthwateringly delicious step at a time. You stop and pose, shifting your weight from hip to hip, pouting and biting your bottom lip at him.

"Hmm, what do you think? You wanna eat these panties, Frank?"

You're a fucking goddess. You were aways a goddess but holy crap, you wearing something he picked out and standing in front of him looking at him like that?

You smile a little wickedly as you climb on to him, and as you straddle his lap his hands are already all over your skin, brushing over the pretty straps and seams of your new undergarments.

"Sweetheart, baby, darlin', I wanna eat you."

You grab his face gently, "I was actually thinking that maybe we should save all this for tomorrow night, I'll wear these when we go to David and Sarah's for dinner. What do you reckon? Think you can keep your hands off me till tomorrow night when we get home?"

Frank has to grip his own thighs to stop himself from tackling you to the mattress right now. If this was his punishment it was gonna be unbearable.

"Yeah, okay, whatever you want." He husks, eyes darker than pools of ink.

You boop the end of his crooked nose with your finger before extricating yourself from over his tented sweatpants. "Good boy."

Frank groans as you leave him high and dry and disappear back into the bathroom to shower, wishing he could join you.

It wasn't easy tearing yourself away like that, you wanted him to ravish you as much as he did you. But still, he seemed keen to work for your forgiveness and he was only going to get that through some pretty hard repentance. And besides, you knew how fiery hot the sex was if the two of you had to wait for it.

Saturday night was only the next day and yet it felt like an eternity to Frank after not being able touch you. As he took in your pretty standard jeans and sweater combo his mouth was almost watering as he knew fine well what was hidden underneath. It didn't even matter that you were wearing sexy lingerie or not he just wanted you.

"Frank! Would you pass the fricken potatoes, please?!" David's apparently third request for potatoes shakes him out of his stupor.

"Earth to spaceman Frank, the hell is up with you?" He clicks his fingers either side of his head.

"Huh? Nothin', here." Frank grumbles as he finally sends more carbs David's way.

He's like this all night, and all you can do is try to hide your laughter behind a mouthful of food. Frank's been watching you like a hungry dog the whole time and you're living for it. Sarah knows something's going on but she doesn't ask for details.

"Let's just say he's being denied his treats for a little while." You explained to her with a wink in the kitchen later.

Sarah laughs as she tops up your wine glass. "Oh my god, they get so damn grouchy don't they?"

"And desperate," you add, and she hums knowingly as if she's recalling a specific incident, nodding emphatically.

"Hm, guess we better call it a night. I don't wanna make him suffer too much I guess."

"Oh you're far kinder than me!"

When you make a move to leave, Frank wastes absolutely no time grabbing his jacket and keys.

"Thanks for having us over you guys." You tell the couple, waving.

"No problem," David says, then gestures at Frank. "But hey, look after this big goon will you? His head doesn't seem like it's screwed on right."

"Yeah yeah whatever. G'night." Frank grabs your hand and pulls you towards the truck like the house is on fire as you giggle after him.

"Bye guys!"

When he pulls up at home you've barely shut the truck door before Frank's picking you up and marching to the front door. As soon as he's managed to unlock and slam it behind him he's got you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he attacks your mouth with his. You gasp as he squeezes your ass through your jeans, mouth traveling down the side of your neck as his hips press against yours letting you feel just how hard you've got him. You claw and shove at his jacket, urging him to take it off and you quickly remove your own and kick off your boots as he shrugs it onto the floor and does the same. He picks you back up again, carrying you straight through to the bedroom. Max raises his head briefly and then grunts as he goes back to sleep.

Once you land on the bed Frank is all over you, big hands caressing your body through your sweater which he yanks up over your head but doesn't remove completely, leaving your arms trapped before his mouth is back on your skin worshipping absolutely every inch of you, his lips and tongue trailing over the lace that contains your breasts.

"Frank- fuck!" You buck your hips up against his.

"Mm you want this now?" He growls and lets you free. You tug at his flannel and he's barely pulled it off before your hands are slipping up under his black shirt and feeling over his stomach and pecs, mapping your territory.

"God, you know how hard it was not to fuck you over that goddamn dining table?"

You tug and pull his belt free from the buckle, yanking down the zipper and slipping your hand in to stroke him firmly through his black boxer briefs. You bite down on your bottom lip, it's like a steel rod. "Was it this hard? Huh?"

"Fuck, baby- you know it." He hisses as you work him through the soft fabric, leaning down and kissing you so hungrily you're soaking though those pretty panties he bought you. It's as if he can sense it, unbuttoning your jeans and thrusting his hand down in front without bothering to take them off. His fingers are firm and focused, tracing the line of your folds where the silk is damp and sticking to your core from your arousal.

"God damn sweetheart..."

You moan as he strokes and cups your pussy, ruining your panties with how turned on you are. You move your hips against his hand, enjoying the delicious friction as you keep rubbing and squeezing his rock hard erection until neither of you can wait any longer. It's you that breaks first, pushing him away while you shimmy out of your jeans in record time. He does the same until he kneeling naked in front of you. You're still wearing the underwear that started all this and you intend to keep wearing it as you crawl forward, push him to lay back on the bed and mount him. He watches you transfixed as you spread your knees wide, simply pulling your panties to one side and sliding slowly down to take his cock inside, inch by fucking beautiful inch. You moan together as he bottoms out, feeling the completeness as he throbs and you squeeze. His hands skate up your back and you start to rock your hips back and forth, the feeling of him dragging against this deepest part of you like nothing else.

"God, you're so fucking incredible." He tells you, those dark brown eyes darting everywhere trying to take in all of you at once.

"So are you. Feels so good Frank-"

Your breath soon changes to short pants as you bounce yourself up and down on his dick, and he holds on to your hips, thrusting his own upwards to meet you, your gorgeous tits looking like they're about to jiggle right out of that little lacy bralet.

"Oh fuck, that's it baby, so good.." He looks down to watch his cock disappear in and out of you, getting covered with more of your cream each time. Your fingers dig into his chest as you hold on, throwing your head back as he palms and caresses one of your breasts, earning a wanton moan from you when he rubs and pinches your hard nipple between his fingers.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist and guide him to where you need him.

"Alright sweetheart, I got you." His breath is coming harder as he watches you intensely, seeing the pleasure twist your features into a picture of ecstacy when he slips his hand between the damp lace and your skin and circles his fingers right on your clit. You fall forward against him and he's got you, one hand between your hot bodies and the other holding your jaw, his thumb over the front of your throat as he keeps fucking up into you hard.

It's been a struggle not to lose his mind already before this point, you're just magic, absolute witchcraft to him. The way you had him begging for your touch, the way you look no matter if you're wearing sexy clothes or not, the way you fucking feel riding his cock. He's gonna see stars soon, he knows it.

Luckily you're on the same page, your moans getting louder and higher, the way you still your body, feeling him pounding into you...

"F-frank I'm-" you gasp as he doubles down, hips pistoning as he rubs your slick throbbing clit so fast you'd swear he was using a toy.

"Come on princess, let me feel it." Frank's strained plea drives you over the edge, undulating your hips with his again as the feeling bubbles up and bursts out from your center and through the rest of your body. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you so passionately, tongue twisting and lapping against yours. He groans long and deep as your tremors bring on his own sweet release, holding on to you tightly, burying himself into you in a last few powerful thrusts.

The two of you lie wrapped in each other for a while, just breathing, until Max pads into the room and starts licking Frank's foot.

"Here's trouble." He announces as he lets his head thunk back on the mattress while you gingerly sit up and raise yourself off him.

"I forgive him." You say smiling at Max as he wags his tail seemingly in understanding.

"You know they say don't blame the dog, blame the owner? Will you forgive me?" Frank looks up at you with the saddest puppy eyes you've ever seen.

"After that? And this?" You say, gesturing to what you're wearing. "Yeah, I think you get a pass too."

You grab his hand and help pull him up. "C'mon baby, let's shower and then take Pantyeater for a walk."

[radio-navlee]

can u write some hcs for ler dadvid...lee max ofc - leebrains

Yess! Ofc I can! I’d love to! These hcs might be a little longer than most, I got carried away😵‍💫

Max definitely has a soft spot for David, he just doesn’t want to show it.

David loves to taser his sides every now and then

Max doesn’t usually gets back at David, tickling people in general is awkward for him.

David has totally woken up Max with tickles

The few times Max and David are alone together, David likes to tickle massage Max’s shoulders. (He thinks it’s funny how he scrunched up his shoulders)

Max usually holds onto David when he’s getting tickled, weather it’s an arm, leg, finger, torso, foot, Max just needs something to hold onto.

David and Max have made systems, if Max is getting tired but still wants tickles he’s taps David 3 times, if he wants to move spots that’s 2 touches, if Max wants David to go for the kill at his worst spots that’s multiple taps for it to start and stop, if Max is tired in general he taps David’s arms 4 times.

David loves to tease, Max hates it. (Love hate relationship with teasing)

Different spots have different laughs for Max, you can’t tell at first but after a while you can’t deny it.

Max likes the pinning, David does not like pinning max. Max thinks it’s fun and David thinks it’s torture for the poor boy

Max sometimes sleeps over at the counselor cabin, before falling asleep David always rubs his back so he can fall asleep faster.

David will find any way to tickle Max, cussing, bad moods, being mean to people, he will find a way to tickle him to bits.

Davids favorite tickle moments are when he finds Max grumpy or sad and tickles to cheer him up

David never knew he was ticklish until the ‘missing incident’ (I wrote a fic on it) but before that, he would alway graze or accidentally tweak his sides causing a gasp or a squeak in return. “Sorry Max, you ok?” “Yeah-yeah. It’s- just a bruise. That’s all!”

Even though Max is a crazy good liar, David can alway tell. (David tickles him until he tells the truth)

David loves nicknames, but only when he uses them, and Max hates nicknames. (Max: Grumpy pants, Maximilian, Maxy, Cutie, Ticklish Man, etc). (David: Camp Man, Leaf hair, etc)

Maxs laugh is very squeaky, he hates it, so he tries to cover it up by laughing deeper when he’s around other’s. So instead of a “Hihihi” it’s a “Hah Hah Hah” and most people think it’s fake.

David loved hearing Maxs real laugh for the first time, he was so shocked his voice could go that high.

Davids favorite spots to attack first are sides, underarms, thighs, knees, neck, then ears.

Max has memorized David’s tickling patterns and loves hates it.

Max is constantly wondering and exporting the camp, so it wouldn’t have surprised David if he got himself stuck in place. The most recent ones have been; (Little Fics Below)

An old cabin, he had reached for railing but missed and his fall caused the floor to cave in, causing his legs and arms to be pinned to his side. Good thing he wasn’t too far from the camp or David would have never found him. (David tickled his ears, neck, and shoulders)

Stuck in vines, classic, but not for the amount of bugs that were there. Max had adventured to the forest but David was concerned because of the last incident so he came with. Noticing vines just a little out of his reach, Max jumped up to grab them. The vines pulled down around max but tightened when they got caught on a branch. The vines were practically laced with Beatles making Max panic. “Uhh, David- DAVID!!” He squirmed realizing the Beatles came crawling towards him. Max had his arms pinned out and was held in the air but 5 tangled vines. “Stop! Stop!! Get- go away!!” He tried to shake them off the branch but they kept getting closer. Crawling through his hoodie sleeve, they scurried around his body, their favorite spots being the belly, armpits, and neck. Max practically screamed for David and David helped him out of this predicament.

String, now max wasn’t completely stuck but he was limited on movement. Neil thought if he tangled him up in string he wouldn’t be able to get out, and he was right, but Max took it as a challenge. After 6 failed attempts, he gave up and asked Neil to get him out. Unfortunately, not even Neil could get Max out of it. So when all else fails, go to David. David awed at the moment to make Max feel embarrassed. David then helped him untangle himself and got a few quick tickles here and there which drove Max insane. As quick attacks always made him jump and yell, but never laugh or giggle.

I hope this was enough for you guys🩷🩷

(Yes i did decide to just write tiny fics at the end😊🤫)

[sadvid]

camp camp makes me insane ramble. do not click more unless you are so so very insane

camp camp is gonna make me go fucking insane i can't fucking do this anymore there is NOTHING!!!!!! NOTHING!!!! ALL THEY DID WAS GIVE US TINY PISS DRRROPLETS WITH ONE EPISODE FINALE SAYING MAXS PARENTS DONT CARE AND DAVID SAYING YOU DONT DESERVE THAT AND NOW IVE BEEN IN THE TRENCHES FOR YEAAAARSSS. i have read fics with over 100k words i have drawn so many things and imagined so many scenarios with angst and hurt/comfort and stupid stupid thoughts that would never ever happen in the show in a million years HIS ASS IS NOT GETTING ADOPTED DADVID IS NOT REAL GWENVID IS A SICK JOKE i love them so much you don't understand. i forgot to take my meds. oh my goddddd. THERE ARE LIKE THREE CAMP CAMP FANS LEFT BECAUSE THE REST WERE NORMAL PEOPLE WHO JUST WATCH THE SILLY CAMP CARTOON THAT SAYS FUCK. they dont wonder about the possibilities of a sad ten year old rejecting happiness but slowly allowing himself to be vulnerable and loved by a counselor who is surrounded by hate and despondency but stays positive despite despite despite because nobody else will and he wants to be the source of happiness that he wish someone was for him. NO! they say HAHA the ten year old said fuck! oh my god the non swearing counselor said fuck too that's so profound! oh no the ten year olds parents bad :( HAHA NOW HES BALD!!!! and after a month of the show being gone they LEAVE because they're NORNAL!!!!! but i. I AM IN THE TRENCHESSSSS. you have no idea you have no idea. listen maybe i'm just a little insane because i am a max who needs a david JUST MAYBE! and i think this is just a lot of me projecting my desperate need for love and my simultaneous rejection and fear of it onto max. And my need for someone to keep persistently and loudly loving me no matter how much i reject it. PROBABLY!!!!! i don't care i don't care how fucking insane i sound I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY I COULD talk about this show for hours i wish i didn't have job or school or life so i could write and anímate camp camp season 6 7 8 9 10 infinity and kill the warner brothers and write 500k word ao3 fics. IM INSANE. i am picking up crumbs and calling it a wedding cake do you understand. god i'm i i i i i i i i it's 2024 it's been too long too many years of this.... too many got damned years. every time i pick up a pencil i draw max camp camp. i have drawn david's stupid fucking face so many times its probably become the shape of my brain wrinkles. i go feral thinking about gwen's hair looks like down or what the fuck these characters last names are. Can you fucking believe i hyper fixated on a character whose last name i dont even know. hey who's that small angry fucker you're always doodling. uhh max. max who. max... camp camp. WHO?!!! DAVID?!!? DAVID ATTENBOROUGH?!?! MAX CAULFIELD?! i'm going to set myself on fire. i really truly am. i love them i live for nothing but a ghost child on an island and a silly friend trio. when will it end. when. i love them if you couldn't tell

[mockingbirdshymn]

giving camp camp characters answers to the question "if you could have one superpower, what would it be?"

preston - shapeshifting, because it would make plays so much easier. a one-man play could be a twenty-man play if he so wished

nerris - "actually, a sorceress my level already has all of the powers she needs. though, some sort of protective shield would aid the lady in some of their quests."

harrison - to revive the dead he already has powers as is, soooo

max - "blows up pancakes with mind" "my fucking pancakesss" hed want to explode things with his mind. he could do so much chaos with that

nikki - "does being a werewolf count as a superpower?"

neil - "i already have all of the power i need. with this pocket equipment for a nuclear-"

dolph - to make his drawings come to life!!!

space kid - to fly and breathe in space! he wouldnt need a rocket ship, just determination, and he could get to the moon in no time.

ered - to control the weather. no more rainy days at the skatepark

david - to preserve life. "i want to make my dog live forever!" type shit

gwen - to turn humans into werewolves or vampires. she could live out her dream. just. "hey that dudes cute. ill make him a vampire and then date him". she wouldnt care that thats technically not a valid answer

jasper - "to leave spooky island. thats kind of all i want. just get me off this old people sex party island for the love of gOD-"

quartermaster - "i am already more powerful than you could ever comprehend."

nurf doesnt get an option to answer because uhh i dont like him

[hollywoodsargeant]

Uhh yessss please fic recs! I know you’ve got the real good stuff. I don’t even care who it’s about or what happens during I just always need more to read

I'M BACK. WITH MORE. and i'm glad you trust my taste eyeee like to think i have good taste. also i am with you idc who it's about if you can compel me with your summary i will click on it! So. here is some more nonsense

uhh not to be that guy and rec another el oversteerey fic but panties in miami is still one of my favorite fics of ever. liam/oscar/logan is always a win in my book and i recommend every single lol fic el has ever written but This One In Particular... oscar and logan taking turns on liam in a yacht bathroom is so Yeah. for the record if there was no ao3 user dropdeaddeadass there would be no ao3 user miamis. So. do with that information what you will

simply stare but continue to eat by emptyhalf is so. good. loscar with bonus max fewtrell. it's very pwp but if there's one thing about me it's that i am always here for bottom logan...

OH MY GOD hopelessly devoted which is by an anonymous writer but Please. if anyone has not read this fic ever. Read It. for once in my life i will recommend a fic that is not rated explicit it's loscar (immediate win) and it's a prince/knight au which is crazy bc usually i am not into the royalty-type aus but this fic is so good (+ pretty sure this anon wrote this fic as well)

oh no! by indyd guys i love indycar i love indycar fic I LOVE DAVID MALUKAS this is just a cute little marcus/david fic where marcus is a massive fucking idiot. always a win. another writer that i will read anything by

actually i can't believe i've made it that far without saying read daytrippers. does not even matter which fic you read they're all good there is just something about their writing i love. so much? i'll read pretty much Anything they write and there is a 100% chance that something from it will make my gdoc of fic lines that make me lose my mind. but i will recommend the pierre line and sweet nothing specifically

[rednumbaforty]

maurice linguine 2008 theory:

in the genre of Coupé-Décalé, i always felt like the genre went through a bit of a change, starting in 2008. from 2002-2007 you had producers like Max Heros, Koudou Athanase, Freddy Assogba, David Tayorault, Kevin Batoua, Pascal Adou, Apotcho Strong, etc. in 2008-2010 some of them were still active (like Max Heros my favorite producer of all time) but that’s not the only reason i think so. in 2008 a dance called ‘kpangor’ was created and even though the only songs about this dance were made mostly in 2008, the dance still stayed a part of the genre and it changed coupe decale dances for the rest of the genres existence. that’s why i call 2008-2010 the Kpangor era. in 2008, producers like Serge Beynaud, Champy Kilo and specifically Bebi Philip started getting a lot of shine. i feel like this year was the year of Bebi Philip (production wise) because of how many popular songs within the genre he produced. it felt reminiscent of The Neptunes in 2000-2002 because of how many they produced during that time. Champy Kilo was definitely the silver medalist producer during this era tho. he got even more shine in 2009 but that’s a different page of the same chapter. other dances that originated in 2008 were Tektonik, Logobi, Shamakwana, etc. uhh idk id like to talk more about this but ill prob continue this later. if you read this much thank you very much. i’ll send you some songs from this genre and era if you’re curious.

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

002 | Makki

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

• When I started shipping them:

uhh I don’t really ship campers together in the show (plus they’re 10 years old…..). David x Gwen however, is my otp though!

• My thoughts:

I personally do not ship them romantically but the chemistry between them has so much potential. you’ve got the manipulative schemer named Max and the wild child named Nikki who come together and make a nice controlled yet chaotic combo. chaotic besties!

• What makes me happy about them:

for one, they’re both troublemakers - one cunning and scheming, the other wild and chaotic. they make for a good dynamic duo!

• What makes me sad about them:

dunno but what I’m sad is that this show got cancelled / no continuity

• Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

the kids shipped with adults 🤮

• Things I look for in fanfic:

nothing!

• My wishlist:

Camp Camp season 5 (i know it won’t happen but a comic would be nice)

• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

don’t care as long it’s not offensive or abusive ship.

• My happily ever after for them:

they did not forget each other, still in contact and remain friends.

[jaycesirlgf]

ok so fer girls its pandora or dahlia or lucinda (nobody likes thay but me fer some reason) or melissa and fer guys its um..... dante or pierce but pierce is only if i do change my last name which is unlikley or raymond or DONT EVEN LAUGH. desmond ir mayge even david probalky not david tho tbh

pandora is cute as FART i just dont like dora as a nicknem 😞 DAHLIA AAWWW thats erikcore lucinda dante and pierce are SO APHMAU CORS AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA im on the floor pexause yeah metoo raymond is cutsie :3 desmond is cursie :3 david is not.

ok mine r

for girls uhh salem jordan ember and for boys uhh milo miles max charlie (dont even.)

[into-loser-ville]

i cant finish this drawing bc of technical difficulties but have my first attempt at camp camp fanart in almost a year

[maddievsthevoid]

not to be that bitch but if ur into angsty/dramatic camp camp fics then here’s one ive been working on!! check it out if you like 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20288962/chapters/48097228

you could also check it out on fanfiction.net under the same name but i accidentally uploaded an unedited chapter to that one so i wouldnt recommend it

[toffyrats]

-broooomanhattan. manhattan

-92sies and livesies are tied in their own ways

-santa fe 💯

-mush or race

-jack because he’s a bitch /hj

-what does this mean

-whatever she wore during watch what happens

-i LOVE medda’s irving hall outfit in livesies

-movie

-ELMERRRRR!!!!

-act 2 he was lowkey annoying in act 1

-king of new york or brooklyns here

-racetrack or albert

-sieze the day, specifically 92sies

-uhh i assume you mean the uksies brooklyn girls but i’ve never watched uksies so

-ITS HILARIOUS

-jatherine solos

-MMMMMM that’s hard. i don’t like either of them in livesies but i’m gonna say sprace

-race or david

-i have too many

-i have so many

“ain’t i pretty?”

“lighten up no one died.”

“if he wasn’t scared!” “exactly!”

“let’s get drunk! (YEAH!) not with liquor! (awww..)”

“on the grounds a’ brooklyn, your honor.”

“hey manhattan, the calvary’s comin’!

-i don’t know of any cut songs

-i’ve never watched any others

-“all’s fair in love and strikes” on wattpad by i have no idea

-something to believe in

-high times hard times is too good

-max casella of COURSE, also tommy bracco

-uh. a few months

-spravey probably

-livesies race is annoying af.

-king of new york ofc

📰 Newsies Ask Game 📰

🏙 Brooklyn Newsies or Manhattan Newsies?

🎭 92sies, Bwaysies, Toursies, Livesies or West Endsies?

🏜 Santa Fe (Prologue) or Santa Fe?

🤝 Which Character Are You Most Like?

😬 Which Character Are You Least Like?

👴 Favorite Oldsie?

👑 Favorite Katherine Outfit?

👔 Favorite Newsies Outfit?

👗 Favorite Medda Outfit?

🗺 Would You Rather Visit The Movie Set or The Broadway Set?

💚 Favorite Background Newsie?

🌱 Act 1 Davey or Act 2 Davey?

🎶 Favorite Song?

🎤 Character You’d Like to Play?

🎵 Least Favorite Song?

👠 Favorite Girlsie?

🩸 Opinion on Blood Drips Heavily On Newsies Square?

❣️ Jarah or Jatherine?

❤️ Sprace or Javid?

🤍 The Character You Project Onto The Most?

💭 Any Headcanons?

🗯 Favorite Line/Lyric?

👀 Any Cut Songs That Deserved To Stay?

🗞️ Favorite Community/School/off-off Bway Production?

🎨 Favorite Fanwork(s)?

💘 I Never Planned On You or Something to Believe In?

🎀 High Times, Hard Times or That’s Rich?

🎟 Favorite Cast Member(s)?

🎆 How Long Have You Been a Fansie?

💜 Favorite Rarepair?

😈 Any Unpopular Opinions?

🕺 Favorite Dance Number?

[searxws]

WAITING, IN THE SKY ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

pt.2

pairing: jason carver x reader

summary: y/n was on the cheer squad, so, by association she was close friends with jason. the boy cared for her more than he let on, meaning he would do anything to protect her. so what happens when y/n is cursed by vecna? will jason believe her?

warnings: lowercase intended. chrissy never dated jason in this fic bc i genuinely dk how to write that? jason isn't an ass in this and can actually let people speak.

STARMAN, BY DAVID BOWIE, that was all y/n heard as she sat in the backseat of steves car. that and the light lull of the cars engine. on her left sat max, who's other side was occupied by lucas. currently, the group was driving mile by mile to reach reefer ricks boat house, as they had food and updates for eddie. y/n was on edge to say the least, along with the rest of the group. y/n and max had fallen under vecnas curse, and today happened to be the day y/n was supposed to go.

max had said she needed to stop at her trailer to grab a few more tapes, so steve changed the cars direction and made a slight detour to the trailer park. when they arrived, y/n protested getting out of the car but the group made her. the girl resided infront of max' doorstep, not really wanting to step on, while the rest moved inside the trailer. y/n scoped out the trailer park, looking at all the homes. suddenly, she heard a voice from behind her, she lifted one side of the headphones off her ear and turned around, there she saw jason, along with andy. she connected that jason was the one who called her name.

"hi." she said, slightly quirking her hand at the boys.

"hi.. why are you at the trailer park..?" said jason, walking towards the girl.

"oh uhh, im waiting for max, she was just grabbing something." she responded.

the girl felt minorly odd standing in front of jason, as he remained n his letterman jacket, while she stood in a sweater and jeans, different from her usual attire.

"right.. well have you seen eddie anywhere? i know some kids in your crowd run with him." jason said. the girl could tell he was slightly distressed. probably over the death of their friend chrissy, who had passed away after being struck by vecnas curse.

"no, im sorry. why?" she asked, she had seen him. but she wouldn't tell him that. he and andy were ruthlessly hunting for eddie, as lucas told her.

"what do you mean why? that freak killed chrissy, n/n. haven't you heard?" jason said in an accusatory tone.

at that point, andy had turned around, now looking at the land that was the trailer park. y/n slightly tugged on jasons arm, bringing him closer to her.

"jason, i really need you to believe me when i say, eddie didnt kill chrissy." she said in a quiet tone, as to not let andy hear her.

"oh, so what you're like that little snake sinclair now? what, did you join eddies cult or something?" jason said snidely. he truthfully wanted to believe the girl, but the excuse that a demon had gotten chrissy, just didn't sit right with him.

"please jason. i know it sounds insane. but really, chrissy was my friend, do you think i'd be here, saying this, if i didn't truly believe eddie was innocent?" she pleaded, she really wanted jason to believe her. she didn't want to loose another friend, especially not the boy she considered closest to her. "theres a lot going on here that you don't know about." she added.

"so then make me understand, y/n. please. i really want to believe you. i don't want to lose you to this. but i really don't understand." he begged. he yearned for the knowledge of the situation. he pleaded to know the truth.

"it's really unbelievable.. i know but-" y/n was cut off but the group coming out of max' trailer, almost crashing into her.

"shit, sorry y/n" said steve, whom had opened the door.

all of the sudden, the group had noticed jason, and his hand that rested in y/n's. the front of the group was visibly confused, as y/n looked at jason with sorry eyes.

<y/n's vision pov>

instantaneously, y/n's hand dropped from jason's, and the world around her went cold. she, by all means knew what was happening, she was scared about it too. she shook her head slowly, but constantly. she had left her walkman in the car, which was parked on the other side of the trailer park. stupid decision.

from behind her, she heard her name being called. she knew who it was, and she didn't want to look, but she did. there she saw her friend, chrissy cunningham, standing in the woods behind their school.

"y/n, why didn't you help me..." chrissy said, in a menacing tone.

truthfully, y/n felt like some part of her was at fault for chrissy's death. even though she knew that vecna had killed her. it really wasn't her fault but she was conscious of the fact that she could've said something all the times she saw chrissy crying.

"you knew i was hurting... you could've helped me. you killed me." chrissy walked towards y/n. the latter fell backwards just as chrissy reached her face. as soon as the girl looked back up, she saw vecna. vines and tentacles swirling his body and the area around him.

"y/n." vecna said deeply.

"you know it's your time, don't you...?" he queried.

<trailer park pov>

"what are you doing here, jason?" nancy asked, feeling slightly alarmed by his presence, as the whole group knew he was hunting down eddie.

"talking to y/n... why what are you doing here..?" jason asked suspiciously.

"max was just.. grabbing something, so we came with her." robin said, not telling the full truth.

the group hadn't seemed to notice y/n. max, however, soon looked over to the girl, as it was unusual for her to not have said anything. yet, the girl was met with y/n being completely unresponsive, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. max suddenly went into fight or flight mode, realizing the girl was in vecna's trance.

"GUYS!" she yelled, hoping to catch the groups attention in only one attempt.

"hu-" steve said, but soon cut himself off, as he was met with the sight of y/n. the whole group jumped into action. jason, however, was still confused. he looked over to his best friend to see that she was standing like a deer in headlights, with her eyes taken over by the sclera. his eyes widens at the sight.

"wai- what- whats wrong with her?" he asked, very concerned for the safety of his friend.

"not a bunch of time to explain, but y'know how we all say chrissy was cursed? well so is y/n! and shes about to die if we don't find her music. steve do you know where she left it?" robin said, rambling a little bit.

"no! i thought she had it with her!" said steve.

he turned to the rest of the group questioning them as well. dustin, lucas, and max were trying to wake up the girl in front of them. dustin looked up from her, precisely to tell steve,

"yes! she left it in the car, farthest row back!"

lucas, whose hands were shaking y/n's shoulders, noticed that his arms started to lift up slightly. he looked down and saw y/n's pristine, white sneakers elevating off the ground.

"uhh... guys.." he said, grasping the groups attention. the group, minus robin and nancy, who had run back to the car to grab y/n's walkman.

"sinclair, why the hell are you picking her up? put her back down!" jason said, very confused with the situation. why was his crush best friend being picked up? why were robin and nancy going to find music if y/n was in danger!

"man, thats not me.." lucas said, removing his hands from y/n's shoulders. the girl just continued moving up.

"whats happening to her? how is she flying?" jason asked frantically. maybe the group was right. maybe there was a satanic demon killing teens in hawkins.

"vecna has her. hes gonna kill her if nancy and robin don't get back soon. listen jason, what is her favorite song? shes been listening to different ones all day we don't know her favorite." said steve, nervously trying to question jason, and help out his friend at the same time.

"why do you need to know? what the hell does that have to do with this? shes gonna die..." jason said. he'd never even gotten to tell the girl he loved her. now she was about to die, and he had no idea how to help. he searched around for andy, possibly longing for help, only to find his friend nowhere.

"the music is the cure, jason. whats her favorite song?" dustin demanded. the group could see robin and nancy headed back towards them, if they could figure this out in the next 10 seconds, they would still be able to reach y/n's head.

"i- um.." jason thought, "starman?? by david bowie?" he said. though it sounded more like a question, the group took it as gospel and rummaged through her bag until they found the tape already inside the walkman. jason, being the tallest of the group at a solid 6 feet, was tasked with placing the headphones on the floating girl. as he jumped up, he scuffed up dirt, with the bottoms of his shoes. he clicked the play notch on her walkman, and placed it in the pockets of her jeans.

"be ready to catch." steve said. jason placed himself slightly under y/n, but not directly.

now all the teens could do was hope.

<y/n's vision pov>

she was pinned against something hard and slimey, surrounded by her deceased classmates in the same position. she was only held up by vines, that had snaked around her limbs not 10 seconds earlier. a claw was held up against her face, one that she was sure was lifting her several feet high in the real world.

"its your time to go. you killed chrissy. you deserve this" those were only some of the things vecna chanted into her ears menacingly. it made her feel more and more guilty by the second, it made her feel as if she did actually deserve what was about to happen to her. but no, if she wanted to get out she had to have hope, and strength. she had to fight back.

promptly, the tune of david bowies, 'starman' started playing through the realm. it was a tune y/n recognized as her favorite song. the group had gotten to her in time. she still had a chance. this gave her a new rush of hope. she reached her hand out as far as it would and grabbed one of the sharp pieces of debris that was floating around her, sliced the vine that was encapturing her wrist, and proceeded to slice a vine on vecnas neck, causing him to lose his focus and drop her.

"didn't know what time it was, the lights were low, oh oh"

the lyrics rang through her head as she caught her breath, and stood up to the best of her ability.

"i leaned back on my radio, oh oh. some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll lotta soul, he said"

she fully stood up, slashing vecna again, as she noticed he'd tried to ground himself.

"then the loud sound did seem to fade, came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase"

vecna fell. she turned around and saw a rift in the red sky, through it she saw her friends, her jason.

"that weren't no DJ, that was hazy cosmic trace"

she remembered all of her best times. hanging out with jason, just the two of them. gossiping with robin. cheering with chrissy. working with steve and robin. studying with nancy. listening to music with max. goofing around with mike, lucas, and dustin. it was as if everything good was displayed in front of her, and all she had to do was run towards it.

"there's a starman waiting in the sky, he'd like to come and meet us, but he thinks he'd blow our minds."

she'd thought about her obvious crush on jason, who she could see screaming her name through the rift, desperately trying to get her down.

"there's a starman waiting in the sky, he's told us not to blow it, 'cause he knows it's all worthwhile."

she started to run. she was acutely aware that vecna was now standing up behind her staring her down. in fact, she was so aware that it caused the hair on the nape of her neck to stand up straight.

"he told me,"

boulders and other large pieces of debris were flying at her, causing her to stumble.

"let the children lose it, let the children use it,"

she was only a few feet away. she ran and ran until her legs were tired. when she reached the rift, everything went dark. she was sure she was dead, until

"let all the children boogie."

falling. she felt herself falling from a great height, until suddenly she was enveloped in familiar arms. jason's arms.

she grasped him where he was wrapped around her stomach. all she let out were gasps and sobs and whimpers. she felt everyone from the group around her relax a bit.

she broke down in jasons arms. and jason became melancholy as he watched the girl he loved be in a state of such grief. it made him all kinds of sad to see her like that. he wished he could've just told her it would all be fine, but he couldn't because he didn't know for himself if it would. he wanted to take all of her sadness away and make her happy forever.

"you're okay, you're okay." jason muttered breathless. he himself was scared, and trying to calm down.

y/n rested her face in jasons neck, crying all the tears in her body. in return the boy rubbed her back soothingly while the group stood back and watched. they knew there was nothing they could offer y/n that jason wasn't already doing. he was doing everything in his power to make sure the delicate girl was okay.

he placed a kiss on her forehead, gently rocking her back and forth. he raised questioning eyes towards to group, as if they asked "is this whats happening? is this what happened to chrissy?" he was met with nods from steve and robin, while everyone looked at the girl in front of the remorsefully.

"its okay, you're gonna be okay, angel." jason whispered to the girl. now there was only one thing he could do. that was to help y/n and her friends defeat this monster, and now he knew he would do whatever it took to rid y/n of this burden.

(val speaks) woo! everyone say happy birthday to my mom! also first Jason fic yay! I feel like he had a lot a potential and the duffers robbed him of a redemption. #justice for jason <3

edit: i just realized i made y/n listen to music in the trailer park but then later said she left it in the car... pleak ignore that.

[briefwonderlandmac]

don't think I ever posted these.

[grantihare]

oh sick im gonna have to make a begging post again arent i