Camp Camp Oneshots (OPEN AND HUNGRY)

by Maxxie_pads

Summary:

Y'all I love camp camp, and I vow to actually try and do them (if they peak interest).
I'm okay with characterization, I've been in this fandom for a while now, so ig we'll see. <3

Chapter 1

Hey gang! I'm bored as hell, and I'm rewatching Camp Camp.
I need fic ideas, so if you have a fic you want to explore without the effort? Do reply!

Rules:
No extreme gore. (I'm not doing Maxid (Max x David), but I'll do Maxiel (Max x Daniel) if there's a happy ending and with no gory sexual activity. (No penetration, mutilation, or kinky shit that I find just a bit over the line.)
I'd prefer not much sexual activity among campers because it's pretty hard to make that in-character, also they're children, so... but if it sounds particularly intriguing, I might give it a go.
No mutilation, or fucking weird shit like an eye or wound or smth. Let's be civilised.
No reader-insert. No oc's.
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Chapter 2: Lake Lilac: Love Island

Summary:

Three rival camps. Three forced pairings. What was supposed to be a team-building exercise turns into a chaotic experiment in barely-contained tolerance, accidental chemistry, and emotionally scarring group activities. No one comes out unscathed—some just paddle faster than others. (Sasha x Max) + (Neil x Tabii)

Campers from three camps—Camp Campbell, the Wood Scouts, and the Flower Scouts—are stuffed in the mess hall. It's overcrowded, loud, and David is somehow beaming despite the smell of old mashed potatoes in the air. “I still don’t see why we had to do this at all.” Max complained, unenthusiastic. He played with the crappy cheap food supplied.

“Why Max, that doesn’t sound like camper spirit.” David said cheerfully. “The Lake Lilac Summer Social is a beloved tradition. Every camp surrounding Lake Lilac gets together to promote peace, harmony, and sportsmanship!” *David basically squealed in glee.* At the front, Pikeman stands on a makeshift podium: two stacked milk crates with an American flag towel draped over them. He adjusts his sash like he's about to address the United Nations.

With a dramatic clearing of his throat, he began. “Attention, lesser camps! It is I, Senior Patrol Leader of Woodscout Troop 818, Edward Pikeman of the Wood Scouts, and I hereby announce the commencement of the first-ever Camp Interpersonal Relations Challenge—sponsored by the values of discipline, unity, and heterosexual military bonding!”
Max’s eyebrow raised. Finally, something interesting was happening at least.

“That’s not even close to what that means,” Neil said, loud enough to receive a nasty look from Pikeman.

“Silence, citizen! This initiative has been carefully crafted by the finest minds of the Wood Scouts’ emotional development committee.” He says, walking around ominously with his hands behind his back.

“Why, Senior Patrol Leader of Woodscout Troop 818, Pikeman!” David raised his hand because of course, he did. It’s David. “This isn’t mentioned in any of the Camp Lilac traditions manual.” He said, flipping through it. (He knew it like the back of his hand.)

“That is irrelevant! What matters is that we focus on the present. Sooo, let’s bring in a little bet.” His eyes sharpened with an evil little smirk. “Each camp shall nominate three candidates who will engage in three supervised social excursions with representatives of an opposing camp. These outings will be judged on chemistry, cooperation, and the ability to suppress your inferior instincts for the greater good. If you fail your partnership, you and your camp members must join the Woodscouts!” Pikeman laughed like Frankenstein, erecting his monster from the grave.

“Ah well.. Betting doesn’t sound like a very appropriate thing to expose to our camper-” David said, trying to be a gentle parent. Max let out a breath of relief, atleast they didn’t have to-

“David, I’m surprised! I thought you were all about participation, but okay..” *Pikeman and the rest of the Wood Scout squad feigned being hurt by David’s rejection. “Oh well in that case.. Sure!” David grinned widely. Max jumped onto David, grabbing his collar and shaking it.

“Are you serious?! Gwen, knock some sense into him!” Max called for Gwen, who was sitting with a rare sparkle in her eye.

“And pass up my opportunity to see Love Island in real life? Hell no!” She said, running into the kitchen to prepare some popcorn.

“Shitttttttt. We’re fucked.” Max groans.

“Now now, settle down campers! Let me explain how this will be run.” Pikeman began. “First let’s pick out the couples. They will be matched with someone from a different camp.”

“Oooooo this sounds so exciting! Who from Camp Campbell want to participate?” David said, leaning down to somewhat hoax the kids out.

“Jesus, David. Do you even know what he’s talking about?” Max scoffed.

“ Nope! But it sounds like a great opportunity to build inter-camp trust and maybe even foster some new friendships!” David’s eyes were glistening. It was clear he had been dreaming of a day when all the camps came together in peace and harmony.

“Well, no volunteers? Just as expected, I will have to select participants.” Pikeman smirked with clear malicious intent. For Camp Campbell, I nominate… Max and the little sciencey nerd.”

(cutting off protest)

“You’re the only two I can name without vomiting.”

“HAH!” Max laughed. “There’s no way in HELL, and this is hell, that i’m going on a fucking date with a flower scout.”

Pikeman didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, Max.” He chuckled smugly. “I said social excursion, not date. What you choose to do with the emotional growth you experience is between you and your feelings.” He waggled his eyebrows with such intensity that Neil visibly recoiled.

Pikeman turned theatrically, cape (yes, he was wearing a cape now) flaring as he gestured to the Flower Scouts’ table. “And from the Flower Scouts, I humbly select... Sasha and Tabii with two i’s!”

Sasha looked Max and Neil up and down. “Yeah right. As if, i’d be caught dead with them.”

Tabii, however, gasped like she’d just won prom queen. Her entire focus snapped to Neil, who immediately felt the weight of her attention like a brick to the chest.“You mean I get to be paired with Neil?” she asked, starry-eyed.

Neil took a half-step back. “Nobody said anything about specific pairings.”

“I don’t make the rules,” Pikeman said with a grin. “Oh wait, I do.”

Max blinked. “Wait. Hold on. There are three of us. Who’s the last person?”

“Oh, that’s the best part.” Pikeman reached into his sash and pulled out a folded piece of paper with dramatic flair. “From my camp, to ensure fairness, I will also provide a representative. And what better choice than the one and only... me. I’ll be partnered with Gwen.” Pikeman licked each of his particular teeth in delight. (like in gnarly, don’t judge for the reference.)

Gwen slowly turned her head from where she leaned against the counter, a chewed coffee stirrer sticking out of her mouth. Her expression was blank. Soulless. Dead-eyed. “Come again?”

“I said, I’ll be your partner in this exercise in cross-camp cooperation.” He adjusted his cape, then struck a pose that was supposed to be dashing but looked more like someone being tasered mid-pirouette. “It’s only right that leadership sets the example.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Too late. It’s done!” Pikeman swooned, before collecting himself again.

“David, if you don’t call this off, I swear to god I’m going to walk into the lake and let nature take me.” Gwen stared at him wide-eyed.

“Oh, Gwen, don’t be silly! Isn’t it exciting? Camp unity! Team-building! Maybe even love in the air! Uh- apart from the kids..” David corrected.

“I wanna go home.” Neil whispered to Max, who was somehow gone and replaced with Tabii.

Tabii sidled up next to him, all smiles and wide-eyed. “You don’t have to go anywhere. I’ve already planned our first activity. We’re doing a couple’s compatibility quiz, then matching outfits, then emotional vulnerability journaling.”

“W-wait someone!” Neil screamed before getting all his air taken out of his lungs by how hard Tabii was hugging him.

“That’s it, I’m getting a match.” Max said, watching Neil go through.. Torture? Whatever you could call it.

“Honestly? At this point, I’d light the match for you.” Gwen sighed, staring at Pikeman, who was giving her a flirty little wave.

“Excellent! The first round of activities will commence tomorrow morning at 0700 sharp. Failure to attend will result in immediate disqualification and forfeiture of camp resources. Or, more accurately…” He leaned forward, voice low and theatrical. “…forced enrollment into the Wood Scouts.”

—- Next morning, 7:30am —-

“Wakey wakey kiddos! Time for the first activity.” David says, gently tapping a pan with a wooden spoon to wake them up. Max is in the furthest side of the bed, right against the wall, his face concealed. “Shut.. up.. David..” He mumbles, half asleep. Neil just sits up, stretching his arms and gets his glasses beside him.

“Whelp, Max, you’ve forced my hand here. Nikki, get him.” David sighed. Nikki, like a feral dog, ran and jumped onto Max’s bed. She started crawling all over Max until he sat up, hair even more crazy than usual, and pushed her off.

“I’m up, i’m up! Jeez.” He grimaced.

“Goodie! Now, I know you campers are going to be so excited, but just listen for a moment. Your first activity will be… drumroll please.” Nikki ran on the spot, making a surprisingly accurate drumroll sound with her mouth. “Kayaking!” David squealed. Max and Neil looked unimpressed.

— At the beach —

The lake gleamed under the morning sun, deceptively peaceful. A few ducks quacked off in the distance. Pikeman stood at the dock like a dictator awaiting tribute, arms folded behind his back, still somehow in full uniform. Including the cape. Again. David had the widest grin. “Ah, isn’t this just perfect Gwen? The water, the lack of wind, the bonding! Y’know I always wanted to do a kayaking camp, but I could never get Max to participate.”

Gwen took a long, awkward, sip of her mug. She was wearing slippers and sunglasses. “Yeah, it’s so weird he’s doing it now.. I give it twenty minutes before Max flips the kayak out of spite.”

“Uh Gwen? Why are you wearing sunglasses, it’s hardly bright.” David tilted his head like the innocent little soul he was.

“Hangover.” She said bluntly.

Meanwhile, Neil and Max were staring at the crappy camp camp kayaks before them. “There’s no way these are structurally sound. That one’s literally held together with duct tape. Why couldn’t we use the other camps, ones? I’ve seen the flower scouts, they have yachts!”

“Now, now, that’s just character! Adds to the rustic charm!” David said, appearing out of literally no where. “Not to mention, this is camping, not glamping.” Gwen was in the background taking another swig of her mug, which didn’t exactly look like coffee.

“No silly. It’s for the rustic romance! I packed us snacks and matching life jackets!” Tabii said, also literally appearing out of nowhere. She had a malicious sparkle in her eye.

“I didn’t even agree to—” Neil pointed out, before getting interrupted by Tabii.

“Say no more! We’re already synced. Isn’t that so us?”

“We don’t have an us.”

“Exactly, that’s what this challenge is for! Oh Neil.. I’m so excited.” *She said, definitely crossing some boundaries. Meanwhile Sasha glides in with her sunglasses on, a stanley in her hand and her bedazzled phone in the other.

“Well well, if it isn’t- what’s your name again?” Sasha said, checking her nails.

“Max.” He he said in a monotone voice. “You know anything about kayaking?”

“I go kayaking every summer, so you better not slow me down emo boy.” Sasha hopped into the front of the kayak. “I call the front.”

“I won’t if you make sure not to talk the whole time.” Max said, stumbling into the back of the kayak much less gracefully as Sasha.

Before Sasha can make her retort, a distraction. “Max! If I don’t make it back, delete my search history.” Neil said, clipping on a high safety life-jacket. “Yeah yeah, you have nothing interesting to hide anyway Neil.” Max crossed his arms. Each partnership get into the ocean, staying there as they wait for Pikeman’s signal. Max and Sasha are in the middle of paddling, but keep accidentally going in circles.

“Left! Go left, you moron!” Sasha demands.

“We’re meant to go the same way, idiot.” Max scoffs.

Neil and Tabii are.. surprisingly doing well. Tabii is at the front, rowing like a god damn motor. She had a feral look in her eye as she paddles with great speed. Neil just looks like a hostage at the back, steering and trying to match pace. “Oh HELL no. There is no possible way we are letting Tabii and your nerd friend beat us!” A fire is lit within Sasha’s eyes.

“For once, I agree with you. We’re going to need to work together to destroy them.” Max does his classic scheming face and they’re already working better. Fueled by narcissism and a fear of losing to someone they see as lesser, they paddle with strength. “Right, up, left, up, right, up, left, up.” Max repeats, keeping them in sync. Their boat cuts through the water with alarming speed now. It’s not pretty, but it’s effective. Their rhythm is on point, their expressions are intense. “Faster, faster! We’re gaining on them!”

Tabii’s face is set in a maniacal grin. She’s rowing with the precision of someone who has plotted multiple elaborate marriage fantasies. Neil is just trying to breathe. “Is there… a safe word… for this? I think I need my inhaler..”

“Not now, baby. Love is a race, Neil! And we’re winning!” Tabii said. Their paddling started to suffer, falling out of sync with the exhaustion of Neil and the persistence of Tabii. Tabii’s kayak starts swerving—Neil is clearly struggling to keep up. “I think I’m developing a stress ulcer!”

Max and Sasha pull ahead in the last few strokes, powering toward shore like vengeance-fueled dolphins. “Cya later losers!” Sasha laughs and Max flips Neil off.

“Left! Left! Now right!” Max directs and Sasha corrects his form. They are really working together with this. They hit the shore first—hard. The kayak pushes onto the shore, lodged in securely. Sasha gets out first, looking untouched. Max second, with a small smirk. Tabii and Neil are bullet-training in, Tabii not stopping her constant paddling for a moment. They hit the shore first—hard. The kayak slams into the mudbank and dumps them both face-first into the sand. “Did we win..?” Tabii mumbles.

“When have you ever won against me?” Sasha reminds in her own way. Tabii just nodded, giving into the idea that it was unlikely she was going to win regardless, despite coming in a very close second.

Neil just got up, swaying. “Inhaler..?” David came to the rescue in time, handing Neil his inhaler.

“Good job campers! I’m very proud of you all. We saved the day, and don’t have to join the woodscouts.” David said, brushing off a woozy Neil.

“Hmph. Disappointing.” Pikeman scoffed. “Not even a kiss from Gwen.” He muttered to himself. “Whatever, we’ll get you Camp Campbell. You'd best be prepared for when we decide to stop playing foolish games with you and finally conquer your camp once and for all!” Pikeman laughed, standing in his kayak with Snake paddling away.

“Well.. that was weird.” Gwen mumbled, watching them slowly fade out into the distance, silhouette getting consumed by the fog that surrounded the Woodscouts Camp.

“Fuckin freaks. Anyways, turns out you’re not a terrible kayaker after all.” Max says, as if inspecting Sasha with a little more mutual respect than before.

“And you not such a bad steerer. We work quite well together. So hard to find competent campers nowadays.” Sasha responded in the same hushed tone. “To possible partnerships in the future.” They shook hands. “And the upcoming havoc we will deal out.” They gave each other malicious smiles and turned their separate ways.

Neil was still catching his breath, crouched near the water with his inhaler while Tabii stood beside him, one shoe missing and her braids frizzing in the lake mist. “That was wonderful.” Tabii swooned. “Just like Romeo and Juliet, almost dying the feat of star-crossed love.”

Neil, halfway through his third inhale, wheezed, “You mean I almost died. You were fine. How do you have so much strength anyway?”

It’s called commitment, Neil.” She adjusted her sandy bow with a dreamy look. “I’d do it all again. Maybe not the part where we lost, but anything to get you closer to me I suppose.”

Neil groaned and stood up, brushing sand off his shorts. “You do realise this is the last challenge, right? This—whatever this is—is over.”

Tabii gave him a long, unreadable look. Then smiled. “For now. But do not fret my love, I shall return.”

Neil blinked. “…What?” But she was already skipping off toward the Flower Scouts, waving back with both hands like they’d just wrapped filming on a rom-com. Neil watched her go. Then looked down at his inhaler. “I’m gonna need a prescription upgrade.” He walked off without saying goodbye, still wheezing slightly, but with just enough energy left to flip Max off on his way back to camp.

Notes:

Ahhh, hey guys. Sorry, it took me a little bit, although I don't think it was too much time.
I was spending my days researching the character (no mischaracterisation here!), which basically meant me rewatching the show specifically for the flower scout scenes. I think I did pretty well with this one, even tho it's quite long.
If you guys noticed, there was only one activity.. I got lazy and thought it was getting too long/taking too long, so I just cut the rest out.

Thank you so much for reading!!!

This fic was requested by KnightMasterWulf90. I hope you enjoyed it <3

Chapter 3: "Say Flower Scout!"

Summary:

When Erin gets a new phone, she can’t resist making Sasha her wallpaper, which quickly turns into an accidental photoshoot full of silly selfies, flower crowns, and a whole lot of confidence. With Tabii adding her usual chaos from the sidelines, these two popular Flower Scouts discover that sometimes the best memories are the ones you capture (and share) together.

The Flower Scouts were in full summer mode. Sun hats on, juice boxes chilled, and enough pastel accessories to blind a small animal. Erin sat with perfect posture on the edge of the picnic blanket, scrolling through the setup menu on her new phone while pretending not to care who noticed. She definitely wasn't trying to show it off, but the metallic shimmer of the case and matching charm bracelet kind of demanded attention. She had been in need of an upgrade for a little bit now. I mean, how could her parents expect her to survive with an iPhone 15? That was practically ancient.

Across the clearing, Sasha was lying back in a reclining lawn chair like she’d invented relaxation, while Tabii was bedazzling her eyepatch. Erin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, opened the camera app just to test the focus, and okay, yeah. The Zoom was insane. She tilted the phone just slightly, letting the camera frame Sasha from across the clearing. Not that she was planning to take a picture, exactly. It was just for testing. Testing the lighting, the sharpness, the way the camera caught the way Sasha looked, Pinterest worthy.

The focus adjusted automatically, locking perfectly on Sasha’s smirk as she stretched like a cat in the sun. Erin blinked. Okay, that was definitely wallpaper material. I mean, what type of friend wouldn’t have their friends as their wallpaper? Definitely not a girl’s girl, that’s for sure. In fact, it was kinda her duty. She snapped the picture before she could second-guess it, then quickly opened her gallery to check it. Yep. Sasha looked flawless. Sunglasses low on her nose, one leg crossed over the other, smile like she was starring in an ad for the camp. Erin gave a tiny, satisfied nod.

"Are you taking pictures of me? If you are it better be my good side." Sasha’s voice drifted over, sugary-sweet and smug in equal measure.

Erin looked up, she wondered how long Sasha had been staring at her to notice that. "Just testing the camera," she said, casually locking the phone like it hadn’t been aimed directly at Sasha’s face.

Tabii looked up from her rhinestone pile, her one visible eye lighting up. "Oh. My. Gawd. Impromptu photoshoot time, I'll go get my ring light!"

Sasha stood with a stretch and a flip of her hair, already halfway to Erin before she finished the sentence. "If your camera’s that good, we have to use it properly. Come on, model me like one of your French girls."

The next few minutes were a blur of poses, peace signs, flower crowns, and Tabii giving unasked-for commentary like a chaotic fashion show judge. "Ten outta ten for lighting. Minus two for not featuring me."

Eventually, Sasha snatched the phone from Erin's hand and flipped the camera to selfie mode. "Okay, your turn. You’re not escaping this."

Erin blinked. "Wha-”

Click. A selfie of Sasha grinning while Erin looked mid-sentence. Sasha cackled. "Adorable. Try again. Smile this time so you don’t look constipated."

“No blurry selfies, Sasha. I’m a professional, not a magician.” Erin huffed with a smile, snatching her phone back. “Fine, we can do a few selfies for the gram.

They ended up shoulder to shoulder, squinting into the sun and laughing too hard to hold the camera steady. One of the selfies came out blurry, one had Sasha with her tongue out and Erin trying not to laugh, and one, somehow, was kind of perfect. Erin wasn’t sure when Sasha’s hand had landed on her shoulder or when her own head tilted slightly toward Sasha’s, but the result was undeniably cute.

Sasha leaned in again, chin on Erin’s shoulder now. “So… which one’s going on your lock screen? Actually.. I know.”

Without asking, she grabbed the phone and tapped around. “There. The one with my good side is your wallpaper now.”

Erin looked at the screen. It was them. Definitely looking like something out of a curated Pinterest board. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t change it, either. “You better send that to me. We can twin,” Sasha smirked, tossing it back into Erin’s lap as she resumed her relaxed position. The sun kept shining, the juice boxes kept sweating, and Erin’s phone (now officially upgraded in more ways than one) buzzed with a new notification: 1 new photo received from Sasha. The caption just read: don’t tell Tabii we’re twinning without her lol.

— 3 months later —

“YOU BITCHES ARE TWINNING WITHOUT ME!”

Notes:

Hey guys! (All four people who read these.)
This one was much simpler, and I tried to make it a bit shorter than last time, considering the amount of time I spent doing the last one.
This was such a cutesy idea and super fun to make. I hope the characterisation was good. (I made this during school, so idk.)
This fic was requested by froggingthyme. I hope you enjoy it, even though it was a smaller piece.