Soooo, I just remembered this lil bit from the newest Camp Camp episodeâŚ
Max still has half the stick from season one!! đđđ
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Soooo, I just remembered this lil bit from the newest Camp Camp episodeâŚ
Max still has half the stick from season one!! đđđ

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I Canât Sleep - Dadvid Oneshot
*Maxvid Shippers (or any childxadult shippers), DO NOT INTERACT /srs, this is not a romantic story. There are no romantic undertones. Max is ten. Nasties.*
Max thrashes in his sleeping bag, his eyes squeezing tight. Maybe it was Neilâs snoring, or the fact that the young tween had too much on his mind. He groans, pulling his pillow over his mind. Maybe if heâd just lay down and relax, heâd be fineâ but that seemed out of the picture. He worked himself up too much. He sits up, adjusting his eyes to the darkness before stepping out of the tent.
The smoke was still coming off of that nightâs bonfire, and some of the umber was still lit. The stars shine dimly, and the moon made just enough light for Max to trail off to the counselorâs cabin. He stands at the heavy, wooden door- trying to listen if either David or Gwen were awake. He didnât hear them talking, and almost turned away, but something rustled in a bush nearby and next thing the 10-year-old knew he was standing inside the main office of the cabin. He exhales quite loudly, looking around.
Nothing seemed off, or different and in another room he heard Gwen snore loudly. How late was it? Damn. He enters Davidâs room, just standing there, his hands at his side, hoping he could wake him up with only his eyes. No luck, David was sound asleep. Not even Maxâs judging eyes could awaken him from his slumber. âDavid!â he hisses out into the dark room.
No response came from the adult man, he was asleep after all. âDavid! Wake up!â Max whisper yells louder. A grumble came from the auburn-haired man, and he stretches. He sits up a bit, adjusting his eyes to the darkness. âMax?â he realizes after a few seconds. The child was still just standing in the doorway, staring at him. âMax, whyâre you not asleep? Are you okay?â his confusion quickly turning to concerned.
âIâm fine, man, I just canât sleep,â he grumbles. âCâmere,â David sighs deeply, holding his arms out. Max shuts the door behind him as he makes his way to Davidâs bed. He sits up on it, and David runs a hand the mess of dark hair on the child. Max grumbles in protest, but quickly relaxes. âWhatâs up, kiddo?â David asks, his voice groggy and full of sleep.
Max exhales loudly, âI couldnât sleep, Neil was snoring likeâ super loud,â he scoffs. David chuckles, âSo, you planning in sleeping in here?â he asks, not forcing Max to even bring it up first. He knew that he wouldnât. âYouâd let me?â Max perks up, his eyes meeting Davidâs. David sighs, âFor tonight, sure,â he laughs, âBut this cannot become a routine thing. Itâs getting late Max, lay down,â he encourages, standing his blanket in hands.
Max quickly scrambles to lay down in Davidâs bed. To be fair, it was much comfier to than his sleeping bag he was used to. âComfy?â David hums quietly to himself, Max relaxes his body outward into a star-fish like position. David had to chuckle to himself, and Maxâs face scrunches up into a snarl. âWhatâs funny, ginger?â Max snaps. âNothing,â he laughs, draping the blanket over Max, causing him to close his mouth and shut his eyes.
Max is silent for a few minutes, and David pulls up a wooden chair. He wasnât going to lay in bed with him, he didnât want to make the child uncomfortable. He seemed like he was taking up too much of the bed anyway from how sprawled out he made himself. Bed hog to the core. Finally, the sleepy child speaks up. âDavid?â he grumbles. Davidâs eyebrows raise a bit, âWhatâs the issue, Max?â he asks quickly. âD-Do you think-â he swallows, âNever mind, itâs stupid,â he decides. âNo rush,â David smiles, watching him closely. âDo you think you could sing me to sleep?â he says quickly, with little breath in between the words. Davidâs eyebrows raise again. âUhm,â he laughs to himself, âYeah sure, just sing anything- or is there something in particular that youâre looking forâ,â âJust sing man, I just want to sleep,â
David nods, âOh,â he begins the campfire song he wrote for Camp Campbell, the tune now sang much slower and soft. By the time he breathed out the final âItâs Camp Camp!â, Max was seemingly sleep.
âGoodnight, Maxie,â David smiles, stretching back. âNight, Jerk,â the 10-year-old responds.
Did I ever post leafy dad and shiny son here
imagine its the last day of camp, alright. and all the parents are coming to pick their kids up. and all of them say their goodbyes, and head off. imagine that max is the last one to go. and, imagine that his parents couldnât even come and get him. that they paid someone to go get him, and bring him home. imagine that person coming back with a note, a very angry note from david himself, explaining that he will go to hell and back to be able to sign the adoption papers for this kid. that he will take maxâs parents to fucking court, to be able to give this kid the childhood he deserves to have. imagine max sitting in the hallway in davidâs home, his ear pressed to the door, listening to the heated phone calls, and imagine him... being just, stunned. David cares about him enough to put his life on hold, to make sure that he can keep Max beside him until itâs time to send him into the world. David loves him enough to put him in a warm bed, and buy him all the teddy bears heâd ever want. for once in his fucking life, someone actually wants him. the only times David ever sees Max cry are when he finds that blank paperwork, and the day that David signs those adoption papers that make Max legally his. and from that moment on, every single summer of Maxâs childhood is spent having... actual, legitimate fun at Camp Campbell. there is nowhere heâd rather be than with his dad, and his two best friends in the whole world.

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Yâknow, I donât much like telling people how to live their lives and all that but in all honesty,
if you watch Camp Camp
without captions on
you
are
missing
out.
Of course!! Aghdhd I tried out a bit of a new style on this if thatâs ok ;; !