#as in I think he sang the parody version of Kiss’ rock and roll all nite more often than the original version

[linguenuvolose]

My dad would always sing alternative texts to songs when I was a kid (both from a cover band that made Swedish parody texts to big rock songs as well spoof versions of songs he and his friends did) and now twice in two days have I heard songs and only/mainly known the wrong version 💀

[melchixr]

Summer Camp

Anon said:  Au where the whole gang are camp counselors at a sleepaway camp and hanschen and ernst are trying desperately to make sure none of their campers find out about their relationship. Thanks! 

The beginning is kinda slow because (shrug emoji) BBBBBUUUUUUTTTTTT i really like this and i hope you do too

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“Hey!” Hanschen shouted as he left the counselor cabin and bounded towards where Ernst and Martha stood in front of the dining hall. The two, in their khaki shorts and blue polo shirts, turned to look at Hanschen, who was charging at them. He stumbled past a kid carrying a bag full of rocks and over to the two other teens. “Hey, where are you two going today?”

‘We’re taking Cedar and Willow kayaking,’ Martha signed with a shrug, ‘Where are you assigned?’

“Going with Ilse to take Pine and Cactus to the basketball court,” He said and signed simultaneously. “That’s an all day thing, right? You’re gonna be back by the fire right?”

‘Of course,’ Ernst signed with a scoff.  ‘Why do you ask?’

Hanschen shrugged it off, watching the small smirk spread on Ernst’s mouth. He always loved to push Hanschen’s buttons like this. “I don’t know,” He signed, avoiding Martha’s prying eyes. “Just wondering. I’ll catch you two then….”

Martha began the walk to their respective cabins without noticing Hanschen grab Ernst by the shoulder, pulling him back to quickly sign, ‘You’re gonna be back by the fire one hundred percent, right?’ He signed with an urgent expression. Ernst went to reply with a nod but Hanschen just continued. ‘You’ll meet me by the craft shed?’

‘Yes!’Ernst sighed, exasperated. ‘I always do! Don’t act like I’ve EVER broken a promise before.’

Ernst, smirking brilliantly, made it hard for Hanschen to resist grabbing his face and kissing the life out of him. But before the urge could crush Hanschen’s will and take over, as it was known to do before, a camper with a yellow HoH badge on his chest, came bounding over. “Cabin Master Ernst”, he said with a slight lisp that made Ernst’s heart melt. “We’re all done with clean up. Can we go now?”

Ernst smiled, and signed. ‘Okay get everyone in the cabin for roll.’

The curly-haired boy rushed across the pine needle covered ground with Ernst following behind. He cast a wide, dimpled smile at Hanschen over his shoulder. And before he knew it, the lanky boy was gone behind a thin screen door with shouting children.

Hanschen, at times, wished he had been one of the deaf counselors at the camp so he didn’t have to hear the constant shrill yells of ten to twelve year olds. But he was glad he was hearing so he could hear the little giggles that come out Ernst. They were crooked, bent little giggles that Ernst was gleefully unaware of. And they came out in little spurts and fantastic explosions as the pair sat side by side on an oversized log around the big campfire.

Melchior was sat with a acoustic guitar  on the other side, strumming away while Anna sang and Melitta and Wendla signed along. A few kids sang along,  sat in the rows of cut down trees behind Ernst and Hanschen.

With almost a hundred middle school aged behind them, Hanschen felt as if he had every single eye in the makeshift ‘amphitheater’ on him. Although they were probably on the counselors singing a parody of a Taylor Swift song that Moritz and Georg had written (then Thea wrote a clean version of). The blond boy in a mildly too tight tie dye shirt, that Ernst insisted he put on after they went swimming so he wouldn’t get turned on in the midst of a crowd of children, felt as if all of those children were not staring directly at them.

But did that stop him from slyly knitting his fingers between Ernst’s in the tiny crevice between their legs. Ernst felt the touch and immediately jolted a bit in shock. Even though they were sat so close that no one behind them could possibly see, the pretty boy felt his cheeks blush and the hair on the back of his neck raise.

‘Hansi,’ He signed with his free hand, his own personal sign name for Hanschen being ‘shine’ but with an H. His sign name for everyone else was ‘ambition’ with their hands in an H. ‘What are you doing? Everyone can see.’

‘Our bodies are blocking the view, Ernie. Don’t be so afraid,’ He signed in his lap.  His special name for Ernst being angel with his hands in an E.

There was another minute pause as the song finished and the kids clapped and cheered. Except Hanschen and Ernst, who kept their sweaty hands squeezed between the outside of their thighs. Hanschen’s thumb ran over Ernst’s knuckles slowly, making the slightly younger boy feel at ease. The touch made his mind slow to a calming mutter and his eyes flutter close until he felt something jab at his side and he jumped,  letting go of Hanschen quickly.

Georg and Thea stood next to them, both wearing beaded necklaces their cabins had made for them on the first week. “Hey, nerds,” he chuckled but just waved a greeting to Ernst before he began to sign, “We just got back from lookout. Your turn.”

Hanschen and Ernst both stood quickly, skirting around the fire as Wendla and Ilse lead some chant. Lookout during the campfire was the worst thing. You just had to wander into the cold, creepy, foggy forest and lurk around the campsite, looking out for any greasy kids causing trouble or serial killer.

Or, if you had a mindset like Ernst and Hanschen, it was the best thing on earth. Because as they grabbed their flashlights and speed walked away from the warm, friendly fire to go stop any weird preteens making out, they knew what they were gonna do.

Because no one expects the ‘responsible’ teenagers they put in charge of a group of kids with with moderate to complete hearing loss would EVER do something irresponsible.

‘Hanschen,’ Ernst signed when the turned away from the amphitheater and towards the massive gymnasium. ‘I hate it out here at night.’

The blond chuckled and wrapped a sturdy arm around Ernst’s slim waist. ‘Then why’d you take this job?’

‘Because I went here as a kid…..’ Big hazel eyes skirted around to the empty tennis court until they locked on the little sports shed in the corner. ‘And you said you were gonna sign up for it so…..’

Hanschen’s eyes trained across the dark horizon, making sure no ax murderers or bears, before following Ernst’s silent gaze to the the shed. He began to rush over to it with a soft smile on his face. ‘Do you think your camp counselors did this when you were here?’

‘Please don’t kill my boner already, Hansi.’

Ernst shoved the creaky wooden door open, shining his flashlight to see various rubber balls and baseball bats. Nudging Ernst in before him, Hanschen followed into the shed that seemed to get smaller and smaller. But they were sure no one would catch them as Ernst pressed his back to the wall  his companion propped himself up only inches away.

“I hope this doesn’t kill your boner then,” He sighed, mostly to himself before closing the gap between them for the first time all day and let that take him over.