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but i’m not out here askin for good vibes for free!! :D here’s a surprise spidey whump fic–the only price is that I want you to close your eyes, hold ya breath, and think “I hope taylor gets the job!”
May let Peter stay home a lot more often since he’d become SpiderMan.
She’d ask him if he needed a day off when he looked too tired, or when he sounded like he was coming down with something, or when he’d been knocked around too much by a bad guy the night before.
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Two Men Dancing
Based off my absolute favorite picture ever, I had to make it voltron
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a lot of us, myself included, have been having issues with mental health, whether it’s from the seasons changing, or trying to get our meds figured out, or just because brains are dumb. I wrote a completely self-indulgent fic for all of us who are ridin’ the struggle bus rn. i hope y’all enjoy :)
I wrote this partially because i work things out by writing and partially because talking about mental health with kids is… difficult, but incredibly important. but you have to use words they understand. i think david would do that really well, and I wanted to write a fic where he and max have some real-talk where both of them gain some insight into one another and where max learns he’s not alone because my son deserves to be happy damn it
tagging @nyanbacon because obvi, @illnessandinjury because obvi, and @rigidrose because there’s some max angst in here. :)
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I smell like a BARN I’m in love
I’m still a crazy horse lady
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That Is SO Not Normal
@discorded-noodle-popcorn asked: okay it might be because its midnight and im like…dead…but i would kill for a fic where max gets the stomach flu but throws up magical items and Neil is SCREECHING AT HARRISON TO MAKE IT STOP BEFORE MAX DIES. Harrison doesnt know and Max is like…wanting to die. Mind freakers freaked my mind.
I wrote this in exchange for some REALLY cool art of my OCS and I love it so much
“Are you sure he isn’t just being dramatic?” Nikki tilted her head towards the tent were Max lay, currently digging for worms while Neil stood cross armed in front of her.
“Surprisingly he isn’t just being a pussy this time…he looked really bad last I saw him.”
Nikki paused, pulling a worm right out of the ground and dangling it in front of her face. She gave Neil a confused glance, “so you just left him there?”
Neil crossed his arms tighter around his chest, instsntly getting defensive, “I’ll have you know that that tent is a close confined death trap made to keep all those disgusting germs inside. No offense to Max but I don’t feel like joining him.”
Nikki shrugged, the worm now in her mouth, “That’s fair. I think? Or maybe you’re just stupid.”
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!!!!!!! I’m screaming
Thanks Nikki
For @taylor-tut who requested David with a migraine! I hope you like it!
Mr. Cambell stared down at David with a proud smile, “I can’t believe you’ve done it! Davey” he clasped a hand down onto David’s shoulder, gesturing out towards the camp from through the counsler’s cabin window, “somehow you’ve created the perfect atmosphere! Every one of those campers are happy and have learned an experience like no other!”
David gasped, teary eyed from how wide his smile was, “Oh Mr. Cambell! It was worth it to make the kids happy!”
“Here you go Davey,” he spun David around, pulling out a golden trophy from his hat, “the greatest counsler award.”
David pressed two hands over his mouth, his gasp cracked from tears and emotion, “for me…?!”
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#holy shit#i love this????#i love the whole sick david and max thinkimg hes drunk#ill never get tired of it#never#gove me all of them#also actually drunk david#i think i have a type#but shit im all for it#this was so well written#i hope op is reading these tags because my HIGHEST PRAIZE TO YOU#idk how to spell praise#oh#its praise#no z#wow#anyway#a+#im gonna follow you on my main blog#i need mkre of this
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Holy shit what if. What if David is having a bad night and Mr Campbell comes and is like “here ya go davey” and it’s like, a bottle of whisky or something? So David thinks it’s ok but he’s a lightweight and max finds him wandering camp and is like “wtf do I do” and David is a very honest drunk and heart to heart happens? Or whatever you think oils happen I’m not very creative
I changed this a little, but the heart is the same! <3
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Home Is Where the Fucks are Given
I wrote? Camp Camp? Whaaaaaat? It’s a rlly good show y’all should give it a shot
(This is unedited and written at night so don’t blame me for any mistakes just blame my brain)
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David probably had a concussion.
Having a giant bonfire fall on your head would do that to you. However, when he woke up and saw all the campers dressed up to make him feel better, well, the blossoming headache could wait.
After the bonfire-turned-explosion was dealt with, everyone decided to return to their tents and get some rest. David thought that laying down would help with the pain in his head, but when it didn’t help, he thought hat maybe he should go on a walk. The fresh air might help.
He ended up sitting on the docks. Staring at the moon as it crept across the sky. If he looked close enough, he swore he could see it moving. David was so entranced by the sky, he didn’t hear the footsteps come up behind him.
“Hey asshole, what are you trying to do? ?Freeze to death out here? It gets fucking cold at night how do you stand it?”
David turned around slowly as Max stepped onto the dock. In all honesty he hadn’t noticed the midnight cold. Temperature fluctuation was just a part of nature. The day-to-night kind, though, climate change is not normal and needs to be fixed.
“Woah, David, you okay? You look kind of spaced out there...”
Huh, Max seemed worried. That’s... new. He should probably answer back. Maybe max will go back to bed then.
“Hey kiddo, why are you up? Couldn’t sleep?” But his sentence was just met with a confused and slightly concerned face, so he tried again.
“Max? What’s wrong why do you look like that?” But maxes face never changed.
The kids mouth opened, then shut, then finally yelled a little too loud for David’s ears, “Dude are you fucking drunk? Where the hell did you get alcohol and why the fuck did you decide it was a good idea to drink here? At least go to the bar or something we’ve already been exposed to enough of this shit at home we don’t need it here too!”
Now David was just confused. Alcohol? He would never even think of drinking in proximity to his campers! And why didn’t max answer his question? David must have been zoning out again, because max got up and stumbled to the counselors cabin with murmurs of “Gwen’s gotta see this” and “she’ll be able to haul his sorry ass to bed,” but David didn’t care. His headache was getting worse and the chill was starting to set into his body. Now seemed like a perfect time for a nap.
So a nap he took.
And with a splash of water to his face he woke up.
“David! Oh thank god you’re awake. Look at me, what’s the year?” As he glanced around he could make out a little of his surroundings. A few campers were on the beach around him, Max was on the phone, wait, what? Where was Gwen? Oh... right in front of him... she asked a question, didn’t she? Shoot, he should probably answer it, what was it again?
“Oh my god Max he didn’t answer me we can’t loose a counselor too I can’t do this on my own!”
“Jesus fuck Gwen calm down he’s not gonna die, the ambulance is gonna be here soon so just chill out, he’s gonna be okay. He’s David, he’ll pull through. He always does.”
After that everything got a little more blurry. Thy were trying to keep him awake, but his eyes were so heavy, and his head hurt so bad, that eventually he fell unconscious once again.
This time, when he woke up, it was not to water in the face, but to beeping.
Oh. The hospital.
God David hated the hospital, always has. The white walls, the smell, everything just made him on edge. So that’s why when he peeked his eyes open, he was surprised to see balloons and flowers filling a good corner of the room. As his eyes wondered around, they fell on a little lump under a blanket in the chair next to him. However, when he reached out, the little lump was actually a little child.
“Max! What are you doing here?”
When max got the covers situated and his face was free to the air again, he looked at David like it was obvious.
“Uh, I’m waiting here with you? Gwen had to go back to the camp. Everyone wanted to visit but as soon as they came through the doors they were ushered right back out. ‘Too much noise for the other patients’ apparently.”
That didn’t really answer his full question though “but, why you? I thought you hated me?”
“... wow you really are an ignorant fuckass aren’t you.”
David didn’t really know what that meant, but he took it as a compliment.
The doctor came in a few minutes later, stating the obvious that David has an awful concussion that wasn’t made any worse by staying out in the cold and rain. He was told he could leave as long as he stayed away from stressful situations (Max laughed at that), bright light, and got plenty of rest.
As they were waiting for the camp car to pull up, max was the first to say something.
“You know, I was the one to find you. They said if I hadn’t you might have accidentally fallen in the lake and drowned, or done something else completely stupid. But, I really am glad you’re okay, David. Even though you annoy the shit out of me, you don’t deserve to drown in a lake.”
“Awww max! I think that might have been the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!”
“Shut up. I didn’t say anything.”
“Whatever you say. Now come on, let’s go home”
#camp camp#cc david#cc max#cc gwen#max#david#cc#angst#concussion#no edit#fanfic#writing#im not a v good writer but i tried
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Hey there, I’m the anon from earlier I just posted the sick david fic I had lying around on Ao3 it’s titled “Not Dead” if you wanted some more content
me on my way to read your fic
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YES omg request time!!! maybe something where David gets heat stroke while being the lifeguard for the lake and max finds out that the only reason he didn't take the campers back inside was because it's the only activity max gets excited about??
Ah! My first request, I’m so excited! I do want to take this time to let you guys know that I do take requests, but I do have the liberty to deny the request, for a very good reason I would provide.
Anyway, I just wanted to thank @captainlividllama so much for being such a great beta, and I wanted to tag @commanderofdimendia and @roosterteethshit, since I know they’ll be wanting to read it. Without further ado, please enjoy!
The Hottest Day
David knew from the moment Max’s eyes lit up at hearing about that day’s activity that he couldn’t let it be a flop, regardless of any medical issues Gwen raised concern about upon seeing how high the temperatures would climb that day. As always, David ignored her.
As always, David faced repercussions.
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Goddamn this was the absolute cutest ducking thing ever I’m living
(sorry part two) the only reason I said not a concussion was because like that would be hard to treat at camp and they wouldn't want David unconscious for that but I never do my research (what's research?) so if he gets a concussion from being knocked out anyway oh well, am i right.
just a heads up this might be the purest thing i’ve ever written
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Maybe Shiro/Kuron is giving Lance extra training now that he's his right hand man, and pushing him past his breaking point. Everyone is worried, but Lance just wants to prove he can be a good teammate. Then it goes too far...? idk i've had the idea in my head for a while and i thought it might lead to some good Lance!whump and Langst.
I’m so sorry that I didn’t write this earlier! I hope your birthday was awesome :D Here’s a fic!
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Hi,,, um my birthday is on the 29th I would like to request a fic with lance with appendicitis and maybe the team thinks he’s overreacting idk you don’t have to do it I love you ❤️❤️❤️
Happy Birthday, April 39th anon! (if you didn’t see that post then I’m sorry that joke made no sense) I hope it’s as lovely as you are! Here’s a fic!
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