#jaspvid tw

[queeniecamps]

jaspvid au where Jasper "went missing" and was never recovered in the events of "Jasper Dies at the End", and is finally seen alive for the first time as an adult during the events of "The Forest" when David runs into him

#jaspvid #jaspvid tw #(for a few moots) #today on 'posts wolfee might like' #queenie talks #camp camp #jasper #jasper cc #david #david cc

[dominusfero]

Day Two: Accidents/Comfort for @jaspvid-week 2022

An excerpt from an unreleased fic I have planned titled:

Garden of Eden

Even the happiest of faces can harbor the darkest of secrets. A smile is but an upside down frown.

#camp camp #cc david #cc jasper #my writing #jaspvid #cult au #tw drinking #implied/referenced character death #tw depression #tw death mention #birthday #cypress is having a rough birthday #please ask me about this au

[whispering-raine]

Child David: *clinging to Jasper* "It's dark! I'm scared, Jas!"

Child Jasper, like the fucking king he is: "Hold up, Davey."

Child Jasper: *stomps foot* *shoes light up*

#tw cursing #camp camp #david camp camp #child!david #jasper camp camp #child!jasper #jaspvid #he really just loves his shoes #let him show off the pretty lights

[thecrackking]

Wattpad isn’t working so here it is...

TW: overdose is implied ONCE

Jasper had a rough life after the explosion, it wasn’t just the trauma that came with the experience but his home life changed too. His parents of course were furious with the camp for allowing a child to go exploring by himself. But, they also blamed him. Jasper was seen as nothing more than a waste of money to his father now. “I don’t want to be wasting money that we could use on food, taxes or save up for the kids to go to college”. This didn’t help his mental state a whole lot, and when he was 12 he did indeed try to overdose on antidepressants. That only drove his father to further anger, and even for sometime hit Jasper. Jasper escaped when his father almost broke his leg, and his mother divorced the man.

But none of this could excuse his actions. Years of worrying he would be like his father were crashing down on him now. Jasper didn’t mean it he truly didn’t he had never meant to do it and for years he would worry about it ever happening again. He would apologize countless times to David and Max and no matter how many times he would voice how terrible of a father he is they would stop and remind him he is nothing like his father, nothing like Max’s father and never an absence like David’s.

It started with an argument, Max had been causing a ruckus, it wasn’t out of the ordinary but Jasper was having a rough day, of course that couldn't excuse what he did. Max had pulled a prank and when he opened the door to the pantry to make pasta that night for dinner a bag of flour fell on top of him. Max had jumped up from under the table laughing and Jasper well he regrets what he did next. Angry Jasper turned around starting to yell at Max, telling him to stop this or he would be grounded. Max not really caring about what Jasper had to say and started to walk by him to head to the living room. He would not be going there like he intended though.

Jasper had meant to grab his shoulder and turn him around, but instead he had pushed Max instead, unintentionally and a little too hard. Max fell to the floor hitting his head hard and scratching himself on the cabinets on the island in the kitchen. Jasper, still on the rush of adrenaline, tried to grab MAx and turn him around so he couldn’t finish telling him off. Max flinched, whimpering when Jasper’s hand was an inch away.

That cry was what broke him out of that rush of anger. He saw Max on the floor under him whimpering trying to get up and leave, Jasper started rapidly apologizing begging for forgiveness and asking to help him. Max stood up crying, grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and speed walked to his room. David chose that time to walk in the front door, seeing Max with an ice pack on his head making his way to his room, concern grew on his face.

“Max what happened are you alright?” David asked, setting his bag down about to rush over and baby Max.

“Your boyfriend’s a jerk David”, was all MAx said as he left down the hall to his room slamming the door as soon as he walked in.

David was more concerned now, he put the puzzle pieces together, but Jasper would never hit Max, right? He knew Jasper had anxiety over the idea of being like his dad. He would never hit Max, right?

David walked into the kitchen seeing Jasper sitting on the floor covered in flour and if Jasper wasn’t crying at that moment David probably would have laughed. He got a little closer to Jasper and noticed his lips moving as he stared at the floor mumbling,, “I’m a horrible parent, I’m a horrible parent, I’m just like dad, just like him”.

David carefully sat next to Jasper not wanting to startle Jasper, “Jas what happened?”

Jasper started to burst into tears grabbing David burying his face into his chest as yelling how he was a shitty father and pushed Max on accident when he was trying to turn him around to finish telling him off for pranking him with flour and he pushed him and he’s just like his father, and David should just leave him he deserves it. David heartbroken by his boyfriend's cries, hugged him tight, letting Jasper cry it out before he said anything.

Five minutes passed and Jasper’s cries were nothing but hiccups now when David finally spoke, “Jasper I know you would never hurt Max, I would never leave you for something you did on accident”.

“B-but I hit him, I hit Max and after everything he has been through I probably scared him he probably never even wants to see my face again”, Jasper said looking up at David.

“Jas, I’m sure Max doesn’t want you to leave, he loves you, you know that, you scared him maybe if you talk it out with him he’ll understand, “David paused kissing Jasper’s head and started to stand up pulling Jasper up with him, “How about I clean this mess and get started on dinner while you talk to him?”

“Y-you can’t talk to him for me… You’re closer with him…”

“I think he would prefer if you talked with him, he needs to know that you truly are sorry, 100% if I walked in he would probably think you didn’t want to talk and I went to do it for you or something”.

“Yeah I guess you’re right, you aren’t mad about me hurting Mac?” Jasper asked, looking at the floor.

David lightly grabbed Jasper’s chin tilting it up so their eyes would meet, “I know it was an accident and you regret it I could never be mad at you for this, you didn’t mean it you aren’t your father, please don’t be like mine and leave Max he loves you he wouldn’t want you to leave… I don’t want you to leave”.

Jasper sighed, “I would never leave you”, Jasper caught David in a kiss when they pulled a part he spoke up again, “but I have to leave you now to go talk to Max��.

David chuckled, patting Jasper’s back, “well hurry back, cleaning and cooking won’t take that long”.

#TW: overdose implied #camp camp #camp campbell #cc david #camp camp david #cc jasper #jaspvid #cc max #dadsper #camp camp dadsper #camp camp dadvid #dadvid #fanfic

[sloppyplanetary]

camp camp antis: "yes i ship jaspvid. oh but its different because i made an au where he lives and is an adu-" oh so ya agree that these are fictional characters that ya can do whatever ya want with because they arent real? got it

#camp camp #jaspvid #tw anti #rick.txt #proship

[nezpaper]

jasper drinks for fun while david is usually the sober one, one night jasper screamed from the top of his lungs that he likes david. david didn't know how to respond so he got flustered because he has feelings for his best friend as well but the red haired boy thought he was just saying irresponsible stuff while being irresponsible.

the red haired boy tucked him in bed, hoping jasper wont remember anything from that night. he left the room with medicine just in case the drunk boy had a hangover in the morning.

the next morning arrived and jasper shuffled his way into davids bedroom. david didn't weak up yet so the golden haired boy stared his crush not remembering anything from last night. staring at the peaceful face of david helped the huge headache jasper had.

since that day david has been thinking about what jasper said and wishing it was true. little does he know it was but he was scared to confront his crush.

#little thing i wrote #im also a bit hazy so Soz for any grammar errors #camp camp #my writing is a bit Rough as well #still thought it was cute so why not share it #jaspvid #david cc #jasper cc #two oblivious bitches in love #alcohol tw #drinking tw

[elsenborn]

The spectre approaches you, clear as day, and speaking your name. Severe burns covered a majority of the left side if his body, but he didn't seem phased as he moved. You touch his hand, and for fingers go straight through him.

Still, he smiles to you.

The mangled ghost of Jasper appearing to David the summer after his death.

This is an encounter that deeply scars David, and largely is what deters him from returning to Spooky Island. Even though the memory is repressed, the fear and guilt is still there.

Some extras:

#camp camp fanart #camp camp #cc jasper #cc david #cc jaspvid #ghost jasper #tw gore #tw blood #tw body horror #tw body trauma

[daily-jaspvid]

Sometimes your childhood best friends becomes your companion pokemon!

Jasper the little phantump!! And later not so little trevenant!

#jaspvid #pokemon au #cc jasper #cc david #mod jasper #art #tw blood #tw mild blood

[queeniecamps]

Favorite ships to least favorite ships?

LOVE: Gwenvid, masha, campriss, dankev

Like: neil x snake, pikemax, jaspvid, danjen, harriston, spacemax, comedy trio OT3 (this one has MAJORLY died down, RIP)

It's cute: maxpres, neil x nikki? (depends on who's writing/drawing it and the general dynamic), nerris x nikki

Neutral/no opinion: makki, neil x nikki (this one's DEBATABLE, depends on the day really) nerris x harrison,

Not my thing: gwenjen

Dislike: danvid, nikki x ered (age gap + dynamic mostly)

Instant block: M*xvid, c*mvid, really ANY ship that involves a child and adult

I'm mostly adding "popular" ships, aka, stuff that has content, so crack ships like daniel or jen x the cute waitress aren't included DSFHGSFF

#jaspvid tw #ask #queenie talks

[ellohcee]

I’m baaaack with @jaspvid-week day 3: Hurt/comfort and angst (mainly the hurt/comfort part)

I have... too many mermaid AUs, and this is from my first mer!Jasper fic, with a bit of that down under the cut-

He watches the night sky quietly from the back porch, eyes slowly tracing patterns and constellations in the stars as he sips his cooling tea. It’s late, a sleepless night, warm enough to enjoy the coastal breeze as he listens to the gentle roar of the ocean waves. Even if it can’t coax him to sleep, it’s always so soothing. Absolutely quiet save for the wind and the waves, far away from the noise and lights of the city.

It’s probably close to 2 am when something catches David’s eye and makes his head turn to the beach, leaning forward a little in the creaky old garden chair. There’s something big at the edge of the water, too large to be a fish, maybe a dolphin? It shifts weakly as waves wash past, lethargic, and David’s heart clenches. Whatever is beached on the shore looks hurt, and it only takes a moment of chewing his lip to put the tea down and stand up, heading inside.

He trots through the little seaside cabin and opens the front door, forgoing any shoes to head barefoot down the dirt path that leads to the beach. As he approaches the creature in the light of the full moon, he stops in surprise as he realizes exactly what he’s happened upon. This is no dolphin.

There’s a human torso attached to that large tail. A mermaid.

He’s only seen them in the news, either captured in nets or washed up dead on shore. But he’s never seen one in person and definitely not washed up on his shore. He swallows nervously and approaches, hesitating when the mermaid- merman- shifts and rolls a bit to one side, catching sight of him and making them both freeze.

Those eyes seem the glow in the dark, his face shadowed since the moon is behind him, staring at David in warning.

“Hello,” David calls nervously. “Are you alright?”

The merman stares at him, his gaze unwavering, intense, and David just barely catches the faint tremble in his body, as if he were exhausted. He carefully steps closer, until that tail shifts surprisingly quick and makes a swipe at him, causing David to stumble back. “Nonono, it’s okay, I just- I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to help!” he insists, as that one act seems to sap the merman of his failing strength, the arm he was propped on giving under him.

David eases closer again, holding his hands up in attempt to soothe the merman as those blue eyes lock on him again. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you,” he insists once more, gently, keeping a careful eye on that tail and the spiky fins running down the sides of it. The merman remains still, breathing heavily, his eyes starting to flutter. David slowly kneels. “Are you hurt? Can I help you?” he asks softly.

The merman is still silent, staring at him for a long moment before rolling onto his back, exposing the large, raw wound on his side, covered in blood and sand. David sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, it looks like a bite of some sort that had gotten mangled in a struggle. “Okay that- that’s bad, that’s serious,” he murmurs frantically, a hand over his mouth at the grisly sight. “Gosh, I can’t- I can’t take you to a hospital, they’ll-” he cuts off in dread, unwilling to even say it. He looks back up at his cabin, mind racing as the merman watches him warily.

David looks back down at him, biting his lip. “I can help you- if you’ll let me,” he says. “That’s my cabin right there,” he adds, pointing over to the house just a ways up the beach. “So you don’t have to go far, and there’s no one there to see you, you’ll be safe,” he insists. “Can I take you there, and I’ll patch up your injury?” he asks, almost pleading. He can’t stand the thought of leaving him out here to die.

The merman stares wordlessly at him for a long moment, before letting his eyes close and giving the barest shrug of his shoulder, as if simply resigning to die one way or the other.

“Okay,” David says, moving closer to the prone body and getting himself situated in a crouch. “I’m going to lift you part way,” he warns, carefully digging his hands between the sand and the man’s back to help him sit upright. He hears a sharp breath, eyebrows furrowing as he sees in better clarity the wound. It looks awful, and he hates to cause the merman more pain, but it has to be done otherwise he’ll surely die.

“Okay, can you hang onto me, around my shoulders?” he asks, moving one hand under the large indigo tail about where the knees would be on a human.

The merman opens his eyes just barely, slowly attempt to move his arms up before wincing.

“I’m sorry, I know you must be in a lot of pain, just as best you can,” David soothes, leaning further down to make it easier.

The merman takes a breath and reaches the rest of the way, managing to hook one arm around the back of David’s shoulders.

“Okay, perfect, you’re doing great,” David says gently, adjusting his hold to be a little more secure as he digs his heels firmly into the sand. “I’m going to lift you on three. One, two, three,” he says, carefully standing at the knees and bringing the merman up with him, letting out a small grunt of effort as he lifts the body further in his arms. He manages to stand up straight, holding the merman close as he turns towards the cabin. He begins to trudge up the beach, his calves already burning from trying not to sink into the sand.

And then, to his surprise, the merman finally speaks.

“Strong, for such a skinny thing,” he mumbles in an exhausted voice.

David glances down at him, finding his eyes closed, face pinched with pain, but even so he still hears the dash of reluctant amusement to his statement. “I have my moments,” he replies softly, unable to muster anything more. He’s too worried about the state of the merman, and how much blood he’s possibly lost so far, how in the world he’s going to treat that wound well enough for it to close and if he’ll make it through the night-

David takes a shaky breath and looks forward to make sure he doesn’t stumble, desperately hoping he’ll be able to help this man.

#camp camp #cc david #cc jasper #jaspvid #jaspvidweek2021 #mermaid au #digital art #artists on tumblr #injury tw #cw injury #cw blood #blood tw #ellodraws

[dominusfero]

>:0 How dare ye finish “Blue” with “Tell me what?” And not even tell us what Jasper was talking about, or let Jasper tell David”!

*laughs evilly as I sit upon my throne of human agony*

Yes, I did totally intentionally cap Blue off without specifying what exactly Jasper and his brother were discussing BUT--

I have a reason.

I wanted to leave it up to audience interpretation, given the circumstances of the story. However, I did have a few ideas of what he could be discussing. I liked them all equally so I chose not to pick which one.

These ideas include:

Going into the bedroom and wishing David a, "Merry Christmas". The time frame of Blue is late November to late December, easily in/around/on Christmas. Jasper loves David very much and even if he can't bring himself to get out of bed, he still deserves to enjoy the holiday.

Discussing with David about refunding/selling the three plane tickets to Florida in order to fund his mother's funeral. I am aware of how costly funerals can be, but at the same time, every penny counts.

Alternatively, only refunding his mother's ticket and still taking the trip to spread her ashes among the Florida Keyes. She wouldn't want to see him so sad and at least, she could eternally retire to Florida just as she had always wanted.

#camp camp #fanfic #cc david #cc jasper #jaspvid #tw dead parent #tw death mention

[jaspertheradicalghost]

i want him to be happy [but he would kill daniel]

#camp camp #cc david #cc gwen #cc jasper #cc daniel #gwenvid #jaspvid #bruises tw #?? #i dont know what to tag for #radical arts

[whispering-raine]

Jasper: "YOU CAN'T LIKE, MARRY THE CAMP, DAVEY!"

David: "Yeah I can!"

Jasper: "WHERE WOULD YOU PUT THE RING?!"

David: "I-"

Jasper: "WHAT PART WOULD YOU K I S S?!?!"

#tw caps #camp camp #camp camp incorrect quotes #camp camp jasper #camp camp david #jaspvid

[quietmillennial]

the kind of boy to call his mother

Super angsty oneshot under the cut. Past abuse and attempted murder.

The room is cold as David looks up at the hulking leviathan, face dark, light only touching the mad wisps of ginger from his head. His hand reaches and grips David's throat. He can't move and he can't scream. He just watches helplessly as he's flung across the room like doll. There is no pain, only acceptance and a familiar numbness. Until of course, he looks up to find a small redheaded woman, still on the floor. Hauntingly pale, as blood pools on the concrete from her wounds.

David screams.

Gwen and Jasper jump as the frail body hidden between them flails, lashing against the sheets and lovers that held him. Gwen jumps from the bed and races out of the room as Jasper tries to wrangle David from the sheets. As soon as Jasper's hands reach him, he shouts and strikes against him.

Jasper's used to this however, and holds his breath and composure as he drags his screaming partner out of the covers and back unto the bed, trying to sooth him desperately.

"Davey, I'm here. It's okay, I'm right here. It's not real, it's not real, it's not real. David, you're safe, I promise."

Slowly, David stops fighting and begins to quake as he bitterly weeps. Jasper gingerly takes David in his arms, watching for signs that he would retaliate, but finds none, and cages him against his chest. He rocks David back and forth, because he doesn’t know what else to do. As he weeps, Jasper hushes him, promises that his dream isn’t real.

Gwen walks back into the room with with a cup of steaming tea in one hand and David’s phone in the other. David finally begins to compose himself, promising that he’s okay as he takes his phone, dialing the first number in his contacts.

It rings four times. Then, a quiet, tired voices calls out between the weak connection.

“Davey?”

David sighs, heavy with relief, finally taking the cup with a nod of appreciation toward Gwen. “Hi, Mom.”

#camp camp #david cc #gwen cc #jasper cc #tw: abuse #tw: ptsd #jaspidwen #jaspvid #gwenvid #angst #hurt/comfort #jaspwen #my writing

[ask-tinyjasper]

the sun and the moon [jaspvid]

this is an au where instead of jasper dying, it was david because i’m an angsty little shit

also i was indecisive about how i should have david die so i figured, might as well have him die by bears, just like jasper almost did!

David loved music, if it wasn't obvious already.

When he and Jasper were younger, however, David didn't want to show it. He needed to keep up his "tough guy" appearance, and so he thought showing his love for guitar and singing would make him seem weaker.

Jasper was the one who got him out of his shell.

Jasper, one year, brought his ukulele. At night, under the audience of beautiful, glittering stars, he would play soft melodies and sing to himself where the water met land. Jasper was never trying to hide the fact that he could play and sing, but rather that it wasn't one of those things that he he felt the need to bring up.

One crisp night near the middle of summer, he was watched. He was watched and observed by a certain auburn-haired boy and for three nights in a row, said boy stood silently behind a tree. He listened, completely mesmerized as if Jasper was the Pied Piper and he was under his spell. His face glowed underneath the moonlight. The auburn-haired boy could never look away, and every time Jasper was finished, he hid.

How would he begin to explain why he was just... staring?

On the fourth night, however, David made a mistake.

Something inside of David wanted to get closer. He wanted to hear Jasper's voice clearly, to see the peaceful expression on his face as he strummed on chords so that night, David risked it and crept closer. He hid behind a different tree, and he could feel his heart flutter in his chest at Jasper's song.

I'm lying on the moon My dear, I'll be there soon It's a quiet and starry place Times were swallowed up in space We're here a million miles away There's things I wish I knew There's no thing I'd keep from you It's a dark and shiny place But with you my dear I'm safe

We're here; a million miles away

x

It must have been approximately 10 pm when Jasper finished his performance, stars clapping silently with their twinkling light. Just like every night, Jasper slowly stood up, dusting off his navy blue shorts and turned around.

David slowly backed up, trying to keep out of sight. He hadn't noticed the sudden descent of the terrain, so as he inched backwards, David lost his balance and tumbled down with a little bit of grunting.

"Ow..." David grumbled to himself, looking at the scratches on his bare arms. He guessed he had some on his face, too, because there was a dull pain on his right cheek. Suddenly, he remembered what he was doing and looked up the miniature hill he fell down, embarrassment creeping up on him.

From the top, Jasper looked at him with worry. "Oh gosh, Davey, are you alright?" he asked, then cautiously made his way down the hill. Once he got to the bottom, Jasper put his ukulele down and examined David, making sure he hadn't broken anything.

"I'm... fine," David said in a small voice. He looked away from Jasper's face, the beautiful images of the boy singing underneath the moonlight flashing in his mind.

Jasper noticed the injuries on his cheek and arms, and frowned. "What were you even doing here? It's late."

David froze.

Should he... lie?

"I..." David started, cheeks reddening.  He desperately wanted to flee from the situation, but something made him stay. "I was... watching you--watching you play and sing."

This time, it was Jasper who reddened. The blush of embarrassment was a tiny bit visible at night. "Oh... that's... kind of embarrassing," Jasper stated awkwardly, laughing a bit.

David quickly apologized, then lowered his head. "For what it's worth... I think you're cool."

Jasper made a strange, almost choking noise. He thought he was cool?

"Oh wait--no no, that's not--I meant your singing and playing!!" David gasped out, waving his hands like a mad man.

Jasper chuckled a little, then picked up his uke from the ground. "Well thanks, spangler. It's getting late, though, so we should probably start heading back to camp." Jasper held out his hand to help David up. "'course, we gotta clean you up a little bit."

David looked up at Jasper and once more, something in his chest clenched.

What was wrong with him?

David took Jasper's hand.

It was the first step towards him finally opening up; his first step towards him discovering who he really was.

Jasper and David practically knew one another like the back of their hands.

After years of spending the entire summer and as much time as they could during the school year together, the two boys grew closer and closer. Jasper helped David explore parts of himself, and David even helped Jasper through some things.

Jasper didn't exactly enjoy camp. The only reason he stayed was for David, who seemingly loved it.

However, that changed quickly.

One day, David said he was going to go and get wood for something he was making. Jasper wasn't sure what exactly it was since David kept insisting it was a secret. Jasper wanted to help the boy, but he let David go by himself. He claimed he was only going to be gone for a little while; half an hour, max.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty.

Half an hour.

Forty minutes.

Jasper grew impatient and worried while he paced back and forth in front of their shared tent. Why hadn't David come back yet? He wasn't the type to be late to things on purpose. Should he go out and look for him?

Jasper let out a loud sigh, then began running. He ran into the forest, looking around.

What if David had hurt himself? What if he was stuck underneath a log and couldn't get out?

Millions of questions ran through Jasper's mind, which only worried the sage-haired boy even more.

"Davey!" Jasper called out, stopping to turn in a circle. "Davey, can you hear me?"

Jasper got no response.

And then he did.

A very faint rustling sound came from Jasper's right side, and he snapped his head in that direction. There was a weak, familiar voice that called out his name.

"Jasp..."

He almost started sobbing right then and there. Looking at him with a pale face and a weak smile was David. Three large scratch wounds ran down his chest, crimson blood seeping through his yellow camper t-shirt.

"Davey... Davey, no, no, no, no," Jasper muttered rushing towards him. Jasper held out his arms and almost instantly, David fell right into them. Jasper's hands shook violently, mind frantically trying to figure out a way to help him, to save him.

David's head rested on Jasper's chest, Jasper holding him with one arm while the other tried to put pressure on the wounds. Blood spilled out the more he did it, though, and showed no sign of stopping.

"Jasp..." David's breathing was laboured and heavy, "I'm... sorry."

Jasper shook his head. "No. Don't apologize... you're okay. I should've been with you."

David smiled, and Jasper almost lost it.

How could he smile at a time like this? He was dying, yet he still found some way to smile?

Tears welled up in Jasper's eyes. He had to control himself. David was fatally wounded in his arms--Jasper had to be the one comforting him, not the other way around.

"I am not letting you die," Jasper said, then made an attempt at picking David up. David let out a strangled cry, and Jasper immediately stopped.

"Jasper, I'm... I'm d-done for."

The boy closed his eyes and shook his head. He wanted to wake up. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare. He wanted to wake up and see David peacefully asleep in their tent, curled up with his hair slightly hanging over his face. He wanted to see his smile, hear his bubbly laugh, feel his warm hugs.

Just then, David put a sticky hand on Jasper's cheek, eyes tearing up as well.

"I'm lying on the moon; My dear, I'll be there soon," David sang softly, a few salty tears rolling down his cheeks.

Jasper lost all self-control as a steady stream of tears made their way down his face.

He was singing the song they met with.

With a shaky voice, Jasper sang with him. "It's a quiet and starry place; Times were swallowed up in space."

The two of them sang softly underneath the shade of a large oak tree. Jasper hunched his back, pressing his forehead to David's. Both of their tears mixed together, and Jasper held on to David's hand tightly.

He didn't want to let him go.

"It's a dark and shiny place; But with you my dear I'm safe," they both sang, and Jasper could feel David's grip slowly loosen.

David looked up at Jasper, eyes taking in Jasper's face one last time. "We're here; a million..."

David didn't finish the line.

His grip on Jasper's hand was no more, and his eyes had closed completely.

"Davey?" Jasper called out softly, face red and blotchy

That's when it hit him.

Jasper wouldn't get to go out to the docks with him again.

Jasper wouldn't get to see the look of pure joy on his face while they hiked again.

Jasper wouldn't get to joke around with him again.

Jasper would get to sing with him again.

Jasper sobbed. He sobbed and sobbed until there were no more tears left for him to produce. He never moved from that position of holding David close to his body. He didn't want to let go of him ever again.

Counsellors eventually came looking for the two of them. Night had fallen and they were out with flashlights.

Jasper didn't say a word when he saw the bright light, or when he heard one of the counsellors shout "they're over here!". He didn't say a word when they came rushing over to them, or when one of them asked what had happened.

The counsellors brought David back to camp, Jasper silently following behind.

He didn't even bother washing up. He simply went down to the lake, sat at the edge of the water and tucked his knees into his chest.

Jasper looked down at his hands with a sullen look.

"I hate this camp."

#this is an apology #im super inactive so take this i guess??? #tw: blood #tw: dead body #tw: death #jaspvid #Camp Camp #camp camp fanfic #camp camp au

[jubilantwriter]

He Always Knew His Screams Would Fall on Deaf Ears

(AO3)

the prequel no one asked for but i desperately wrote because i get invested in my own aus for no good reason sorry this isn’t the toy story au whoops

TW: Descriptions of Wounds, Traumatic Events, Detailed Attempts of First Aid

Summary:  Prequel to Day 4 of Jaspvid Week 2020 - “Remember When They Were Bad Friends?”  

It all happened on one day, he realizes, as he leads Jasper back to their tent.  Everything happens so much, he realizes, as he carefully sits Jasper down on his cot and tries to keep himself together.  What he doesn’t need to realize is that Camp Campbell sucks.  And always has sucked.

And today only proved his point in the worst way possible.

Word Count:   3420

"I told you this camp sucks!"  

His hands are shaking.

"Davey-"

"It sucks and I hate it and-"

He can't have his hands be shaking.  

"Davey."

Jasper holds David's hands still.  

And he remembers to breathe.  Remembers that his choking breaths are the result of him crying.  That his hands can't be shaking because.

Because.

He's the one holding the bandages.

"You don't have to do this."

"I have to!  No one else will!"

He doesn't mean to snap.  

He really doesn't.  

But being mean is his default.  Even when he ducks his head and looks away ashamed.

He really doesn't mean to be mean.  

But Jasper is kind.  Understanding.  And he doesn't let go of David's hands.

"...Sorry."

"It's okay.  I'm not mad."

He takes a steadying breath.  Tugs his hands out of Jasper's grip and starts to unfurl the gauze.  The gauze from the first aid kit.

The first aid kit that he had to steal from the counselors.

Because they wouldn't do anything.

Because they'd rather stand around and congratulate Mr. Campbell for "saving" him and Jasper.

Because they didn't notice the bleeding, scratched up, wounded kid standing next to David even when Quartermaster ripped away his badge that he earned and gave it to David instead-

He unfurls the gauze.  Holds it up to Jasper's bloodied chest.  Watches as the brunette tries to hide his trembles.  Tries to keep his chest from heaving.

Because he's in pain.  Because he was just mauled by a bear.  Because Mr. Campbell took too long trying to find Jasper because he never wanted to find Jasper in the first place, didn't he?  Mr. Campbell was full of hooey, the worst kind of hooey, the kind of hooey David saw in so many other adults in his life-

"Davey, broski," Jasper chuckles nervously as David's hands hover with the gauze, "I don't wanna um, jam up your thoughts but uh, maybe you should disinfect the... the, you know."  He gestures to the front of his chest as he swallows down the memory.  "...Yeah."

"...Right.  Sorry.  I didn't- I never paid attention during the first aid stuff."  David mumbles softly as he puts the gauze down and searches for a... bottle.  What's it called again?  Dang it, he really should have paid attention during the first aid stuff!  He frowns as he tries to remember what his mom would use on his cuts from when he'd get into fights at school.  It's big.  And brown.  And has a white cap.  And smells like he shouldn't put it in his mouth.  David rifles around in the first aid kit, but it's too small to hold a big bottle.

Instead, he finds a smaller bottle.  Opens the cap.  Sniffs it.

Smells like hurt.

He looks between the bottle and Jasper's wounds.

Smells like a lot of hurt.  Like white foam that bubbles and burns and makes him hiss, and god, Jasper has big, deep cuts doesn't he?  He looks around the wounds, looks at the smaller scrapes and scratches and decides to take care of those ones first.

Because that'll help prepare Jasper for the pain, right?  Get him used to the burning.   Before.

Before he.

Before he has to clean bigger cuts.

David wants to cry some more.

But he can't.  Because if he cries, he won't be able to see.

And Jasper needs him, right now.

So he takes a deep breath.  

"This, um, this might hurt a little."  He finds a little baggie filled with cotton balls and immediately thinks that this won't be enough, Jasper's wounds are too big for this small bag of cotton and this small bottle of burning, but he has to make do.  He has to make do because the adults don't care and he's the only one who cares.  

The only one who saw what happened and knows that Jasper is in more pain than he lets on.

Knows that this first aid kit isn't enough, that Jasper should be in the hospital but he's not.  Of course he's not, this camp sucks and always has sucked and-

He places the cotton ball over the mouth of the bottle and does a swift pour.  The cotton ball is sufficiently damp now, damp with hurt and burning, but his mom always promised him that the hurt meant that the liquid was doing its job.  That it was cleaning his cuts of the bad germs that would make him hurt way worse.

He looks to Jasper and hovers the cotton ball by the scratch on the boy's cheek.  Jasper watches him with eyes full of trust.

They weren't always full of trust.

But after today.

After what happened.

He wonders.

Is he the only one that Jasper trusts now?

Gently, he dabs the cotton ball on Jasper's face and nearly recoils when Jasper hisses.

"Sorry!  Sorry I-"

"It's okay!"  Jasper waves his hands in front of him and laughs nervously.  His hands fall back onto his lap as they twist and grip, trying to anticipate the pain, more pain, more pain for Jasper, god, hasn't he been through enough?  Hasn't Jasper had enough pain for one day?  "I'm okay, it's just.  Um.  I guess I'm not too good with pain."

"Who’d a thunk."  David hesitates as he hovers the cotton ball over Jasper's cheek again, watching as those hands twist and grip.  "...Hang on."  Quickly, David puts the cotton on Jasper's knee (the unscathed one, somehow), and takes off his vest.  He wordlessly stuffs it into Jasper's hands, feeling them grip onto the stiff but versatile material in confusion.

"Um...?"

"I don't have a teddy bear," he says quickly as he picks the cotton ball back up, "but I figured this was, you know, good enough."

"...Thanks."

"It's the best I can do."  He avoids looking at Jasper's eyes as he gently dabs at his cheek again.  This time, there is no hiss of pain, but there is a little flinch.  Still, he keeps dabbing until he can't see any more dirt.  Until the scratch fizzes a little, and there's a little bubbly that means that the liquid is doing its job, and when it finally stops bubbling, he puts the cotton back down and looks for a bandage.

"There's uhhh... boring and boring.  Do you want Boring 1 or Boring 2?"  He offers two standard band-aids to Jasper, frowning as the other boy giggles.

He wishes he had some better ones to give the brunette, but this camp sucks so he's not too surprised that the selection sucks too.  

"I'll take Boring 2."

"Not Boring 1?  I thought for sure you'd take Boring 1."

"Why?"

Because you're Number 1 at everything, is what he wants to say.  What he says instead is:

"Because you're a square who likes dumb trends and taking the first thing sounds like something you'd do."  He flinches when he says that.  He really didn't mean it.  He's being mean again-

But Jasper just laughs.  Before, Jasper wouldn't laugh.  He'd get hurt and insulted and look upset just like all the other campers would when David insulted them.

But Jasper just... laughs.

Which is weird because it sounds real and genuine and David can’t fathom why he’s laughing right now.

But he decides that he likes hearing it.

And he wants to hear it more.

"Jeez, Davey!  If it weren't for my shoes, you'd never have saved me, y'know?"

"Yeah, whatever."  He carefully puts Jasper's chosen band-aid on his cheek.  "I still think they're dumb."

"I don't think they are!"

"You need better taste."  They keep talking, distracting themselves from the reality of their situation as they tease and poke fun at each other while Jasper's hands squeeze and pull on David's vest, while David's hands start getting into the rhythm of dab dab dab, "Boring 1 or Boring 2?", and then putting the band-aid on.

Eventually, David finishes cleaning all the scrapes and cuts.

Eventually, David sticks on the last band-aid.

And eventually.

David finds he can't prolong the inevitable.

The gauze lays still unfurled next to Jasper.

The bottle is still two-thirds full.

He still has some cotton balls left.

And Jasper looks nervous.  His leg is bouncing, hands twisting and burying themselves in David's vest as he watches David's hands.

How David is gripping tight to the small bottle in his hand.

He has to clean Jasper's wounds next.

The big ones.

Three, big gashes across his chest.

The bleeding is minimal now.

He needs to clean it.

And he thinks.

How can he put it off some more?

How can he put off putting Jasper through more pain?

"Um."  He puts down the bottle.  "I'm gonna- I'm gonna get some water and uh.  Paper towels- no, wait, I have a towel in my backpack- hold on, okay, I'll be right back."  He motions with his hands for Jasper to stay put as he backs out of their tent.  "I promise I'll be right back."  

And Jasper gives him a weak smile.  But a smile nonetheless.

"I know.  I trust you."

David hesitates.  Looks over how Jasper is hunched over on his cot, looking at David with eyes that border on scared, border on desperate, border on “please don’t leave me alone again”.  He doesn't want to leave Jasper alone.  But he needs to get the water.  He blinks slowly, watching the brunette watch him from where he stands by the tent flap.

And he swallows.

"You won't even notice I'm gone."

And he runs out.

He runs to the mess hall, to where he knows there's plastic water bottles for the campers to grab during the daytime.

Except the crickets are singing, and the stars are bright as the moon shines down on David.  He kicks open the door to the mess hall and looks over to where the water bottles usually are.

Gone.

But that won't stop him.  

He looks towards the kitchen instead.  The doors are probably locked.  But that little window from where Quartermaster dumps out their food is still wide open.  He runs to that window, jumps up to heave his upper body over the ledge, grunts as he pulls himself up and over and into the kitchen with the grace of a log as he lands with a clatter.

Spoons and spatulas clank to the ground as they make  a loud ruckus, but David finds that he doesn't care.  He doesn't care as he looks around the small kitchen and sees another door for the pantry and runs to that.  He doesn't care that when he yanks the door open, he finds Quartermaster standing inside, staring at him like a creep as a case of bottled water lays just behind him.

David growls.  "Move it, old man."

Quartermaster says nothing.  Just stares, with his single eye.

"Move, dang it!"

Quartermaster continues to stare down at him.  David huffs and dives to the side as Quartermaster watches.  The ginger quickly tears through the case and grabs bottle after bottle.

One, two, three- is three enough?  No, maybe four just in case- no, five, in case Jasper gets thirsty- wait, six, in case David gets thirsty too-

He stands up, three bottles in each arm as he turns defiantly to face Quartermaster, ready for if the man tries to stop him-

Except.

He doesn't.

Quartermaster simply watches with little interest as he steps to the side, letting David pass without a fight.  Strange.  Any other adult would be questioning him by now.  He's bad to the bone!  Anyone else would be getting mad at him for snatching six bottles of water by now!

"You're not gonna stop me?"

"Not my business," Quartermaster answers with a grunt.  "Door's unlocked.  Don't crawl through the servin' window again, gettin’ dirt all over my mashed potatoes."

"Whatever, old man."  David blows a raspberry at Quartermaster and quickly turns to run when he sees a familiar glare settle on the old man's face.  Like he said, the door remains unlocked as David kicks the kitchen door wide open with a bang, and proceeds to do the same with the mess hall doors.

It doesn't matter if anyone else hears him.  It's not like they were going to stop him.  Or do anything about it.

No one ever does anything about him anyways.

Nobody actually cares, and that's why he's always hated this camp.

They're all a bunch of fakes.

All of them.

All of them except...

He bursts through their tent, chest heaving as he drops all six bottles on the floor.  And Jasper's nervous grimace turns back into a smile.

All of them except him.

"I’m back."

"I know, bromide.  I could hear you tear through the mess hall like Taz!"

David tears through his bag and yanks out his old, raggedy towel.  He grabs the closest water bottle and cracks it open, pouring all of the contents onto the towel and then squeezing with irritation as it doesn't pour fast enough.  Once the towel is soaked, he stands up and faces Jasper.  

His chest is caked in blood.

Jasper's blood.

David's mind reels as he remembers the blood, still fresh, still bleeding, as Jasper's terrified voice met his ears.  Jasper could have died.  He could of been eaten alive by bears, or bled out, or left alone to starve in a cave-

"Davey," Jasper says softly, "it's okay, I can do this part myself-"

David jerks back away from Jasper, shaking his head quickly.

"No- no, you're hurt, you're not supposed to move."  Now's not the time to be lost in his thoughts again!  He needs to focus, focus on Jasper, focus on making Jasper feel better after everything that happened today.  "I can do it.  It's okay."

"If... if you say so."  Still, Jasper looks worried.  Uncertain.  As if he's scared David's about to break down in tears again like he did earlier when he held the first aid kit in his hands for the first time-

No.

No!

Focus, dang it!

"Just... you trust me, right?"

"I... of course I trust you, Davey."  

"Then let me do this for you."  Each word hits with a heavy emphasis as he steps closer to Jasper, the dampest part of the towel held tightly in his hand as he carefully wipes away at the dried blood.  "Please."

"...Okay."

He cleans Jasper in silence.

There's no teasing.  No light banter as the towel wipes the blood clean off of Jasper's chest, giving David a better look at the damage the bears wreaked on Jasper.

Torn skin.

Torn flesh.

But the bleeding is barely there.

Just caked blood that David wipes away from around the gashes.

He can't see bone which is- thank god, thank god.  But Jasper really should go to a dang hospital.  If he just hangs around camp, will they even heal properly?  How is he going to heal?  What can David do to help him heal?

He cleans.  And cleans and cleans and cleans until there's no more blood left to clean, and it's just three long gashes staring back at David as he holds a towel dirty with Jasper's blood.  He drops it to the floor and lowers his eyes.

He can't prolong it anymore.

What can he do?

What can he do to make it hurt less?

...The answer is nothing.

There's nothing he can do.

Jasper keeps quiet.

Doesn't interrupt David's thoughts as the ginger bends down to pick up the small bottle.  Watches as he rolls the thing around in his hands.  

What can he do?

Is the answer really nothing?

David squeezes his eyes shut.

"...Jasper."

"Yes?"

He can be honest.

"This is... gonna hurt a lot."

"...Yeah, I know."

He can... get Jasper comfortable.

"Can you... do you wanna lay down for this?"

"...Sure."

Maybe something from TV can help.

"Um, one time I watched a guy bite into something while doctor's sewed him up.  Maybe biting into my vest will help?"

"I'll give it a shot."

And... he can warn him.

"...I'm gonna start now."

"Okay."

And he can listen.  Listen to Jasper.

"If it's too much, just tell me, okay?"

"I will."

"I promise I'll stop."

"I know."

He opens his eyes.  Sucks in a breath.  

David doesn't know what he's doing.

But Jasper's staring at him.  There's fear in his eyes, because they both know this is going to suck, more so for Jasper than for David, obviously.  But there's also a bit of determination.

Like he's trying to be a little brave.

Brave enough so that David can be confident.

Brave enough to let David know that see?  This will be okay.

They'll be okay.

He trusts David.

Jasper nods to David, vest bunched up in his hands as David holds up the bottle over Jasper's chest.

He's going to have to pour.

It's going to hurt.  A lot.

But he can make it quick.

He has to make it quick.

Jasper doesn't deserve any more pain.

"...Ready?"

"Ready."

David hears rather than sees Jasper bite into his vest when he quickly pours the liquid into his wounds.  The muffled screams are hard to miss, but he has to steel his nerves and continue... disinfecting, right?  That's the word Jasper used.

He needs to disinfect the gashes to keep the bad germs out, even as Jasper thrashes on his cot and David's biting back his tears because he needs to see what he's doing, and Jasper's in pain, he's in so much pain, but he needs to do this, he needs to do this for Jasper-

The bottle is empty when he drops it to the ground, and he gathers Jasper up in his arms as he hugs him close, careful not to touch the gashes still bubbling on his chest, careful to angle them both just right so that Jasper can dig his fingers into David's back and bury his face against his shoulder so that they can both weep into each other until the pain fades.

They stay like that, clinging who knows how long until Jasper finally relaxes.

He never told David to stop, did he?

Gently, carefully, David helps Jasper sit up as he flinches and hisses from the lingering pain.  He picks up the gauze and looks to Jasper's lowered head.  

"...Can you lift your arms for me?"  A tired nod from Jasper as he weakly lifts his arms.  "...I'll be quick."

He really should have paid attention during first aid, he thinks, as he wraps the gauze around Jasper's chest.  Is this too tight?  Is it too sloppy?  Is he doing it right?  God, he hopes he's doing it right.

He keeps wrapping until he can't see the gashes anymore, and he keeps the gauze in place with some tape he finds in the kit.

Without a word, Jasper goes back to lying down.  The brunette looks exhausted, and David can't blame him.  He doesn't let go of David's vest though.  And David doesn't ask for it back.  Instead, he pulls the covers over Jasper's shoulders.  Leaves a water bottle on the ground for Jasper.  Breaks the seal so that it's easier for the boy to open.

And then David curls onto his cot.

"...Good night, Jasper."

At first, Jasper doesn't answer, and David is ready to content himself with thinking Jasper is asleep.  But then, ever so softly, he hears:

"...Good night, Davey.  Thanks for... everything."

And just so softly, ever so softly, he whispers back:

"Of course, Jasp."

Moments pass, and David can hear the soft snores of Jasper sleeping as David lies awake, watching him.  Watching and counting each rise and fall of his chest.  Listening carefully to his breathing.

And David...

David's scared.

Scared that when he falls asleep.

Jasper won't wake up.

So he stays awake.

And he watches.

To make sure that Jasper stays alive.

He'll make sure Jasper stays alive because.

Well, Jasper has a nice laugh, doesn't he?

He should laugh more.

Smile more.

This camp sucks, David knows this.

But Jasper doesn't.

And if David had paid attention during first aid, he could have helped Jasper more.

So as he lays there, watching, listening, making sure that Jasper makes it through the night, he promises himself.

Makes a quiet vow to himself.

That he'll pay attention more.

That he'll learn more.

Because David doesn't want to do this again.

And he doesn't want Jasper to go through this again.

He doesn't want anyone to ever go through this again.

Never, ever again.

#camp camp #cc david #cc jasper #cc quartermaster #i think a lot about that scene where jasper just fucking #stands there #bear maul wounds clear on his chest #and #no one #fucking does anything?? #not the fucking camp counselors no one??? #that's fucked up that fucks me up #did that kid ever get sent to the hospital #because if he did wouldn't his parents pick him up #because he got mauled by a fuckening BEAR? #i mean space kid did go to the hospital and went back to camp #still tho #WHAT!! #the fuck #anyway keeping in line with my other au this would be #the jumping off point of david #getting invested in camp #but only because #he has to put himself through caring for jasper himself #after that horrific ordeal of saving jasper #because you can't just save someone and not treat them #and david wants jasper alive dammit #i dunno what i'll call this au #David Hates Camp Campbell AU #? maybe