#Gwen camp counselor

[squipdop]

some simple ref sheets for a "6 Years Later" AU i started working on a good long while back

the concept of jr counselor max is so important to me i have so many thoughts on this

[user-name-h3re]

i'm posting these mediocre sketches before school kicks my ass again

[roadstostray]

"are you asking me for advice? because my advice is don't"

[lemon-tree-in-paperbag]

When you're happy for your bestie, but you're afraid of change and you can't handle yourself and your mind after the end of summer😋🤭

[ghostlycamper]

Kay I’m still on my owl house au

[campcampdaily]

🧸 day: 20

[horraykiwi]

iconic duo

[very-uncorrect]

GWEN'S REALLY LEAVING?? NOOOO

[faithful-grigori]

”#I’m sorry you can boo me”

I had to do it.

[valentiyne]

𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 ✘ 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗆!𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋

TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: Uncovering the truth about your little affair with Spiderman to your obvious friend Peter. What could go wrong? (Let me know if I should do a part two!)

Warnings: Mild cursing & Peter being a dork

Word Count: 1.5k (not proofread)

Copyright © 2024 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

Peter Parker stuck to himself for a majority of his time at Empire State High. I met him in middle school but we didn't meet up until eighth grade, and when I was stuck next to him in Chemistry- I knew we'd be inseparable. He was a nerd, a 4.8 GPA and enrolled in almost every club the counselors would allow.

He was a nerd, but he was also my best friend. My best friend that I hadn't talked to in two years.

The hundredth refilled coffee of the night almost dropped me to my knees. I was beyond exhausted, and it didn't help that my phone was almost dead. It was my fourth double this week, and I knew no amount of Redbulls would keep me going. There were a few stray customers sitting around the counter, reading the daily bugle or staring up at the old television playing a recap of the morning news.

Ben, a man who I've come to learn as a night shift security guard always came in before close. His hair was black with a few stray greys, mid forties with no wife or kids. He ordered a cherry pie with a black coffee and sat in silence until it was time to close.

He left a hefty tip- so I didn't mind.

"How you doing, Cherry." His nickname rolled off his tongue as he reaches down to grab his sweater from the stool. He knew everything about Peter and I, he had been here to see it all.

I shrug, dropping my dirty rag in the sink with a sigh. "I'll be okay."

"You said that two years ago when I first asked you." He teased, earning a small smile from me.

"That's what I like to see," He drops a twenty on the counter and gives a soft wave, letting the bells from the front door do the talking as he left to work.

As I lock the front door, I drop my skateboard to the floor and kick my feet up to head home. The skateboard was a limited edition OSCORP branded drop. Peter had camped out for two days to get it for me before the beginning of sophomore year, and i've treasured it every since. The train left 7 minutes ago, and I knew it would be a good forty minutes before I was home.

My headphones flowed with my hair as I pushed myself faster down the sidewalk. Queen was almost dead this time of night, aside from a few people who roamed the streets- and of course the vigilante the daily bugle has named Spider Man.

I've learned of his existence from a newspaper Ben was reading, his red and blue suit depicting on the front cover. It was something out a movie- a man who flies through the air with webs?

Peter thought it was fascinating, of course he did. He was a boy who thought everything was fascinating- except for me.

It wasn't that big of a deal, he liked Gwen. She was everything I wasn't. She had an internship at Oscorp, she was involved in the community, she was smart- if not smarter than Peter. Thank you Linkedln!

He was head over heels for her. And I was head over heels for him.

As my skateboard glided over the concrete, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket a few times. Slipping it out, I glance down to my screen to see a couple of messages from my roommate.

Just as I went to open the messages, my skateboard halted and I was launched from the board- sideways ankle and chin first into the rough pavement. "Fuck!" I cry out, my shaky hands immediately reaching for my chin. Crimson blood littered my fingers and I groaned obnoxiously, leaning down to my now shattered phone to check and see if it was still salvageable.

It was not.

Groaning in pain, I managed to extend my ankle out and look at it. It was probably a sprain, nothing that wasn't too life threatening but I knew I wasn't going to be able to skate any further.

Speaking of skating... Where the hell is my board?

I glance around the dark sidewalk, squinting to correct my vision but it was no use. My board was gone. I leaned down in pain, clutching my ankle and letting the blood drip onto the pavement below me.

I was screwed.

Peter kept his promise he had made to her years ago. He made sure she got home safe every night she worked. He watched her step out of the diner with his heart in his throat as he dangled off the side of a building. He had overheard all the conversations she had at work, not in a creepy way- he just wanted to know if she talked about him to some of her regulars.

His side hurt from a beating he took a few hours ago, a fight he had to cut short because he didn't want to miss "watching" her go home. He could have easily taken the guy out, but his mind was so lost on what went wrong between him and her. He wanted to just sleep. But the city never slept, and neither did he.

He left Gwen's apartment early this morning, almost couldn't stand the feeling of not watching and keeping tabs on the girl. His girl. It took him almost an hour to put the suit on, feeling like he wasn't strong enough mentally anymore. He wanted to walk her home as Peter, not Spiderman.

He told himself: stay away from her. Keep her safe that way.

But watching her collide with the pavement, her face hitting the hard cement and the board he had bought her going flying- he knew he had to step in.

I wiped the last of my blood from my chin with the back of my hand when a voice suddenly spoke right behind me.

"Ahem, You-Uh... You okay Miss?"

I yelped, turning around to see no one was there. My eyes traveling down the dark street and sidewalks.

Am I going crazy?

I look back down to my hands that were now stained red when the voice spoke again,

"I'm up here.." My head slowly angled upward and I see it- well I see him.

Standing ontop of a street light infront of me, I see none other than Spider Man.

"Yeah-" I cut my sentance off, my mind suddenly wandering to the fact that I was speaking to the infamous vigilante.

His head turns, his eyes on his mask narrowing at me. His mannerisms were odd, almost...familiar?

I look around, avoiding his gaze. "I fell off my skateboard... i need to get up," I hoist myself onto my right foot.

"Whoa whoa whoa", The man suddenly jumps down from his crouch position above and puts his hands on my shoulders. As his masked hands touch my shoulder, he flinches slightly. "The board isn't important, you're hurt."

My head shakes quickly, almost scrambling to get back on my feet. "No No no, you don't understand. That board, someone... he gave it to me."

The man steps back now, his eyes widening as he looks down at me. He looks... confused?

"Who did?"

I mentally slap myself in the face. He wasn't a therapist, he was a hero. I take a deep breath, "An old friend...." The breath that I let out was shaky, almost like I was about to cry.

The man now puts his hands up in defense, letting me get up onto my feet with a wince. I stumbled a bit from the unevenness, but I eventually got myself steady.

"I sprained my ankle," I say, gritting my teeth.

He immediately kneels down beside me and I limped as he starts to examine my ankle. He moves it gently, taking care not to cause any more pain. "It's not too bad," he says, "But it could use some ice."

I gave up hope looking for the board, and I let out a frustrated groan. I was annoyed. It was the last thing I had of Peter's, and now it was gone too.

"Shouldn't you be stopping a heist?" I suddenly snap, turning around to see the man standing behind me awkwardly.

He looks down at me and leans his hand back to scratch his neck sheepishly. "I saw what happened so.. I uh.. I wanted to help."

I look up at him now, feeling comforted by his presence. His posture, his voice, and everything else about him. He was familiar, but I couldn't place a finger on it.

I can't help but wonder how many other people he's helped like this. It's hard to believe that someone so extraordinary could exist in real life.

Now I just needed to figure out how I was going to get home.

[derpyy-y]

the end of an era gang! thought id draw everyone :) i havent drawn a bunch of these guys in forever (or. Ever. looks at CJ & possibly Quartermaster) and what better time than now! this show has done a lot for me and i couldn’t be more thankful for it, i’m sure i’ll always have a little camp camp shaped spot in my heart

some things about this drawing look incredibly goofy and i am aware but Lets Not Dwell On It because i am. just a girlthing and i am also very tired ❤️ i am proud of myself regardless AGAHA this took me like 14 hours 😭

also im not sure what weird dimension this is in because for some reason i did give gwen her counselor outfit but everything else is s5 . to be fair shes been acting like a counselor anyways . but i dont know either dont ask me LMAO

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[leoxx-x]

Maxvid but David is crushed by the guilt of liking Max. As a camp counselor he has to be a role model to the children, and he needs to be a safe person for the children, but here he is having a crush on Max.

His crush innocent enough but he'd still be swallowed whole by the guilt, and fear, that he is a horrible, horrible person and counselor for liking Max the way he does.

Him confiding in Gwen but dancing around the actual issue, using metaphorical ways of explaining his plight because he just can't BEAR admitting what is ACTUALLY going on.

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I LOVE DAVID FEELING GUILTY AHHHH

[disastercit]

his comfort object is just a marketable plushie of himself

I made my Max plush into a transparent png

[deluzional-simping-time]

✩₊˚.⋆ SUPER SELF-INDUGENT DAVID X READER FANFIC CAUSE I NEED HIM⋆⁺₊✩

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, as you and David were rushing the campers back to bed, you found yourself stealing glances at David, the ever-optimistic camp counselor, who was stuck on asking you to take a stroll thru the woods after they all went to bed.

You had developed a crush on David since you arrived at Camp Campbell. His unwavering enthusiasm and infectious positivity were irresistible. naturally you had to say yes to this request to "take a small stroll around the forest!" as David put it.. Little did you know, David felt the same about you. He admired your intelligence, your wit, and the way you always lent a helping hand to take care of the campers.

Tonight, however, was different. As you got to the spot he wanted to show you, a small ledge with a campfire he lit a few minutes earlier you sat beside David, listening to his tales with rapt attention, the air between you seemed charged with an unspoken tension. His knee brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You dared a glance at him, finding his gaze already fixed on you, his eyes filled with an intensity you couldn't ignore.

Lost in the moment, you leaned closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. David mirrored your actions, closing the distance between you until your lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was electric, sending waves of warmth coursing through your body.

But just as the kiss deepened, getting all sloppy and such, a voice shattered the intimacy. "What the fuck!?" Max exclaimed, standing behind, a mix of shock and amusement written on his face as he snapped a photo with a disposable camera of such.

You and David pulled apart, startled by the interruption. "Max!" you hissed, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Whoa, didn't mean to interrupt your little make-out session, jeez." Max smirked, crossing his arms. "And I just when thought Nikki was the one with no self-control! Look at you two!! you were really going at it!! Hah!!"

David's face turned a bright shade of red, matching the flames of the campfire. "M-Max, it's not what it looks like, Wait!" he stammered, trying to regain his composure.

"Sure, sure," Max said, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say, lovebirds. But I'm definitely telling Gwen about this."

Panic flooded your senses as Max turned rushed off, leaving you and David alone once again. "What are we going to do?" you whispered, nerves tingling with anxiety.

David took a deep breath "Shoot."

You respond. "dammit. we are so cooked." you said, relaxing scooting closer to David

As the night wore on, a sense of unease lingered in the air, overshadowing the usual camaraderie of the campfire gatherings. You and David exchanged nervous glances, both dreading the inevitable confrontation with Gwen.

Finally, as the last embers of the fire began to fade, Gwen approached, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Alright, spill it," she demanded, folding her arms across her chest. "What's going on with you two?"

Your heart raced as you and David exchanged a silent glance, silently agreeing to face the music together. "Gwen, it's not what it looks like," David began, his voice wavering slightly.

But before he could continue, Max interjected with his trademark sarcasm. "Oh, it's exactly what it looks like," he declared, waving what you could only assume to be the photo of you and David, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Lovebirds over here decided to have a little make-out session by the campfire."

Gwen's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her gaze flickering between you and David. "whoa, whoa, what!?" she asked, her tone more teasing-like now, tinged with a hint of amusement.

You nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. "Yes, but it's not like we were doing anything wrong... technically.." you explained, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gwen sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Look, I get it. Camp can be a pretty intense place, and relationships happen," she said, her expression softening. "But just be careful, okay? We don't need any unnecessary drama around here."

You and David exchanged a relieved smile, grateful for Gwen not going off the rails. "Thanks, Gwen. We'll be more discreet from now on," David promised, winking at her squeezing your hand reassuringly.

With that, the tension that had been hanging over the campfire gathering seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of acceptance and understanding. As the night drew to a close, you and David found yourselves wrapped in each other's arms once again, the warmth of the campfire mirroring the warmth in your hearts.

And as you watched the stars twinkle overhead, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, united in your love for each other.

[campcampdaily]

🧸 day: 10

[faithful-grigori]

“#shes like a horse watching dogs, #gwen does not like working with a moody teenager”

good morning camp camp fandom, take my counselor!ered au please and thank you

i feel like ered is AT LEAST 15, so in this au her dads want her to get a summer job, they asked campbell bc it’ll give them a better reason to keep an eye on him, and campbell hires her because he’s scared they’ll arrest him if he doesn’t

since she’s still young, she’s like assistant counselor. like a babysitter. she just has to watch the kids and make sure they dont wonder off and die (she’s not very good at this, as she half asses her job)

the campers definitely like her more than david and gwen bc she lets them get away with a lot of stuff- she’s “the cool one”

and she definitely makes gwen and david feel a lot older than they actually are