camper bunk

anonymous asked:

Any way you could do a camp counseers bugead au? Thanks! 💖💖💖💕💕💕

This ones so cute, oh my goodness!

Betty Cooper, without a doubt the most beautiful female to grace MapleOak, summer camp for the neglected and abused, was currently standing beside him, practically bouncing with excitement. Her best friend Veronica lodge, looked severely out of place, strands of pearls hanging over a bright red tank top and tight jeans. Betty on the other hand looked like she belonged here, A loose fitting, soft denim button up rolled at the sleeves, khaki shorts and tiny white sneakers.

She was a vision.

Everyone knew about the two best friends, they were fairly popular amongst the counselor circuit, the campers loved Betty more than any other counselor and there was talk parents paid extra money to have their children placed in her group. Veronica lodge was popular amongst the prepubescent teens at maple oak and serious rival of Cheryl blossom, the other scantily clad camp counselor with fiery red hair.

Speaking of red hair, he slapped his best friend Archie Andrews on the shoulder, catching him staring at Veronica.

“Dude really?”

Archie shrugged sheepishly

“I’ve wanted her since we started counseling here three years ago, give me a break”

As soon as their leader called break and told them to head off and get their group assignments, Jughead spun around, bumping forehead to forehead with none other than betty cooper.

Placing his hand to his forehead and rubbing, he looked up and caught the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen.

“Ouch” she giggled.

“Shit” he said shaking himself out of his thoughts “I mean … shoot. I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking.”

She shook her head laughing
“No harm no foul, Jughead, Jughead jones right?” She stuck her hand out “Elizabeth Cooper, but you can call me Betty.”

She knew his name?

“I know who you are, it’s kind of hard to not know who you are, miss counselor of the year.”

She blushed “oh jeez, that’s all talk, I just love the kids.”

He nodded, dazed. Did her hair always look so silky?

“Sure, yeah me too.”

“Did you get your group assignment yet?” She asked politely.

Shaking his head

“No, I’m headed over there now.”

She smiled brightly taking him by the arm.

“Oh Great! Me too, I could use an escort!”
Suddenly he was being dragged to the table and she was shifting through the paper work.

“Aha!” She smiled holding two pieces of paper in the air “Elizabeth Cooper & Forsythe Jones, forsythe?” He blushed looking down “its cute, I like it.” Her eyes scanned her paperwork quickly smiling, “not bad! I’ve got a good crew this year! What about you?”

Jughead looked his paper over, he’d had all these kids before it was gonna be good to see how they were growing up, make sure they were okay.

“Oh!” Betty smiled peeking over his shoulder, “were bunk buddies, how cool is that! I’ve always only had Kevin! It’s like fate right juggie?”

He smiled softly, he’d never heard that nickname before, it sounded good coming from her. Sending a quick thank you to god for not pairing him up with Ethel again, he nodded as enthusiastically as a moody, angst filled boy could.
“ it’ll be cool, I’m warning you, I snore.”

She giggled, “well lucky for you I fall asleep to music anyway”

“I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS.” They both drew their eyes over to Cheryl blossom, who seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum regarding her group.

Suddenly Veronica and Archie were by their sides, Veronica rolling her eyes

“Here we go, drama queen alert.”

Cheryl was ranting and throwing her paper on to the table “I am not taking this brat! You people put me with him last year and he tried to steal all of my clothes. It’s not happening. It’s me or him.” Before he knew it Betty had left his side and was speaking to the camp leader

“I can take him. There’s always an extra visitors bunk, and I don’t mind having an extra camper.” She shrugged her shoulders , the camp leader looked about ready to kiss her feet.
“Thank you ms.cooper, Cheryl I don’t want to hear another word about your group or you’ll be gone, understood?”

The redhead nodded, throwing Betty a smirk

“It’s your funeral.”

Rolling her eyes, Betty moved back to his side.

“I’m so sorry I did that, I wasn’t thinking. Is it okay that we added another camper to our bunk, I’m sure I can talk to..”

He cut her off squeezing her shoulder

“It’s fine bets, what’s one more?”

She smiled gently, squeezing his hand


Suddenly the whistle was blown and it was time to meet the campers.

Veronica grabbed Betty and turned to the boys

“Ready for one crazy summer?”

Jughead met Betty’s eyes and smiled

Archie laughed

“I’m so ready.”

anonymous asked:

(That one random Hermes asker) Thanks anyways! Also, how many campers do you think bunk in each room in the cabins?

Well we know the Hermes Cabin has no space in it what so ever.

I think ideally, maybe 5-8 campers in each room possibly? Or they would have an open space which they all shared.

The camper sleeping in the bunk below me has been muttering in his sleep. Nonsense, mostly - he seems to be having trouble understanding what someone is asking him. Just now, though, he spoke up in a clear voice:

“The darkness holds, the darkness holds, the darkness holds!”

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It was the night before the first time Tony was ever going to fly all by himself, and he couldn’t sleep.

Well, he wasn’t really going to fly. It was just a flight simulation so he wouldn’t actually be flying, but he had a pretty good imagination so he was pretty sure he could pretend well enough. He did it all the time anyways, this time it would just feel a bit more real.

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Plot # 25 : Summer Camp

Muse A is attending (or working at) a sleepaway summer camp from the start of July to the end of August. Muse B is a fellow camper (or counselor) whose bunk is on the other side of the camp. Muse A and Muse B’s groups come together for special, camp-wide activities and at dinner in the grand mess hall. When Muse A and Muse B sit together and begin talking, they experience at instant attraction to one another that’s impossible to ignore. When the lights go out at 9 pm, Muse A and Muse B sneak out of their bunks past curfew and meet up at the edge of the hiking trail to spend time together. An infatuation develops quickly between the couple as they sneak around, trying to hide their budding relationship from campers and staff alike. Will this be a summer fling? Or will the love last when camp is over?

alternate versions: the couple could be a) camper/camper, b) camper/counselor, c) or counselor/counselor coupling

Cabin 12– 1%

Cabin 12

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but momma knows best.” My mother told me as we drove down the freeway towards the place i’ve been dreading since May.

“I know you have good intentions, momma, but was it really necessary to send me to a so-called behavioral camp?” I said, gathering my headphones and phone charger and putting them in my new purse.

“Did you forget what you did?” She asked, slowing down as we descended a hill.

“Okay, so a girl breaks into a school system to change her grades to please her perfect parents and she’s suddenly branded for life?” I exasperated.

“Maybe if you were actually home to help me with school, I wouldn’t have felt the need to deface school property.” I said. She rolled her eyes and pulled into the turn towards the camp.

“It’s only a little over three weeks, hon. You’ll be fine.” She said as she pulled up to the loading zone, behind some other cars. She helped me unload all my bags, my white converse high-tops digging into the auburn dirt as I walked. My white Hollister booty-shorts contrasted nicely against my semi-tan skin. I bent over to fix my shoelaces, shivering slightly. Thank god I wore my Gryffindor sweater, I thought to myself.

“Hey baby, are you wearing space pants, cause that ass is out of this world!” A strange, but very attractive boy yelled at me across the loading zone.

“No, they’re baseball pants, because this ass is out of your league.” I shouted back. His friends yelled and shook him, causing him to grimace and cuss them out. How cliche.

“Nice.” My mom said as she high-fived me. I stifled the smile that was attempting to shine through. I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair, the small pieces of black showing with my curls.

“Well,” My mom sighed. “I guess this is it.” She said. I could feel the burn in my nose and eyes, dear god, please don’t let me cry.

“It’s okay, mommy, I’ll see you in a few weeks, and i’ll call you every night.” I said. She nodded and wiped her tears, before pecking my forehead.

“I love you, Nova. Be on your best behavior. Don’t forget your please and thank you’s!” My mom yelled. I smiled and waved at her, before walking into the main foyer.

“Welcome! I am Alaska, and that is my husband Jack.” She smiled, gesturing to the man across the room.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Nova.” I smiled. She shook my hand, her dazzling wedding ring catching my eye.

“Oh my god, is that Tiffany?” I whispered, eyeing it closer. “Sorry, I love designer.” I laughed. She laughed with me, before nodding.

“Yes, actually. My husband has good taste.” She smiled. She gave me a map of the camp, circling which cabin was mine. After listening to Alaska and Jack list off the rules to my fellow campmates, we all left to go find out cabins.

I was the first one to make it to our cabin, so I was the first one to pick which bunk I wanted. Hellz yes. I picked the lower bunk 3 feet away from the corner, the window aligned with the foot of my bed. I quickly made the bed with my bedding from home, then started to make my nook in the corner.

“What’re you doing?” A girl startled me by saying.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Vivian.” She smiled, bringing me in for a hug.

“I’m Nova.” I smiled. Her eyes glistened at my name.

“Oh my god, I love astrology. That’s amazing.” She smiled. She picked the bunk parallel to mine, making her bed too.

“Now really though, what’re you doing?” She asked me. I explained what I was doing, showing her how to make the perfect nook.

I took the flat pillows off the bed and threw them on the floor of my nook, placing several blankets and pillows over them.

“And.. there you have it. A place to lounge in for netflix marathons or studying.” I said. By the time the nook was done, The cabin was mostly full. The girl on the bunk on top of me’s name was Alice, the one above Viv’s name was Ryan. We all got along wonderfully, until the last girl stalked in. Her hair was borderline fried and frizzy, up in a loose bun. She had make up caked across her face, her skin an ungodly orange color. Her eyelashes were about ready to crack off with the amount of mascara she had on, her cheap perfume lingering in the air of the cabin.

She took the top bunk of the last bunkbed, immediately whipping her phone out to check her lipstick. She crumpled up a paper and threw it on the floor, landing under my bunk. Alice, Vivian, Ryan and I all made eye contact. I steadily reached under my bunk and grabbed the crumpled up paper, slowly and quietly un-crumpling it.


• Campers must participate in ALL activities, unless a written note or phone-call from Parent/Guardian excusing it.

• Campers are expected to be respectful and courteous to all campers, staff, as well as others at Camp Thunder.

• Absolutely no physical or verbal altercations with fellow campers or staff. Fighting, the use of offensive language or any other inappropriate behavior will not be tolerated, and the camper’s parent will be notified immediately.

• Bullying of any kind will not be tolerated. This includes any intentional written, verbal, or physical act intended to harm another camper.

• All apparel may not have inappropriate language or graphics on them.

•Cell phones, iPods, iPads, or other electronic devices are not allowed during camp activities, but are allowed after hours. Cell phones may be used during bus rides and field trips. Camp Thunder is not responsible for lost or stolen electronics.

Camp Thunder is not responsible for any lost or stolen items.


Please remind your teen that as the oldest campers, they are often looked onto as role models by other campers. In order to provide a safe and fun environment for all campers, all rules and regulations must be followed. The Camp Director has the right to take disciplinary action if rules are not followed. Parents or guardians will be notified either during or after the camp day, and all infractions will be written and recorded. After two verbal warnings, the camper will have the choice to follow the rule or be dismissed from camp either for the day or for the duration of the week, a refund will not be given.
A zero tolerance policy is enforced in regard to bullying as well as other acts of aggression. Fighting, hitting, or physical altercations of any kind will result in the camper/campers being separated and removed from the camp group until a parent or guardian can pick them up, a refund will not be given. //

‘Fuck That’ was written across the rules with a red marker. I rolled my eyes and showed it to the other girls, whom were now sitting on my bunk.

ALL CAMPERS REPORT TO DINING HALL.” A voice said over the P.A. System. I applied some bronzer under my cheekbones, some more lipstick, and fluffed my curls before spritzing some Pure Seduction and Passion Struck from Victoria’s Secret on before walking to the dining hall.

“I wasn’t lying you know.” The same boy from earlier said in my ear.

“I don’t take cat calling as a compliment.” I said, looking ahead of me. He jumped in front of me, forcing me to stop walking.

“I’m Cameron.” He smiled, his tan hand reaching out to shake mine. I carefully placed my hand in is, a smirk on his face as he bright my hand to his lips.

“Nova.” I said. He dropped my hand and continued walking with me, his hand dangerously close to my butt.

We talked about our lives, what we enjoy doing, his being more inappropriate than mine. We walked into the dining hall, him pulling me down at a table with his friends. Ryan, Viv, and Alice sat down at the same table, as Cameron introduced everyone.

“Welcome, Campers!” Jack’s voice boomed throughout the dining hall.

“My name is Jack, my wife Alaska, my daughter Jasmine,” He said, pointing to a girl sitting at my table. Her curly dirty-blonde hair went to her waist, a younger looking boy sitting next to her.

“My son Noah.” He pointed to the boy next to Jasmine. He looked about 11 or 12, his dirty blonde hair in a small quiff. After telling us the rules once again, they gave us the lists of each groups and who’s with who, the groups different than our room-mates. Unfortunately for me, I was grouped with Cameron, Eliza, a boy named Shawn, Lana, and Nate. We all met with our group instructor, Ed, at the end of the grassy hill, a bushy plain full of long slim trees, cables dangling from the trees.

“Today, we are zip-lining. Well– sort of, it’s more of cable walking.” He spoke in his thick British accent, the sound near soothing. His hair a bright orange color, the scruff lining his face short but styled.

“Alright, get your gear on.” He said and gestured to the multiple vests and helmets on the ground in crates. I pulled the vest over my head attempted to hook the back.

“Let me get that for you.” Cameron spoke in a low voice, his warm breath puffing onto my neck, his left hand on my hip and his right hooking the back of the vest. He squeezed my hip once before letting go, the burn still present on my skin. My cheeks heated up as I bit my lip, the helmet loose on my head, Cameron’s large fingers adjusting the plastic hook on the helmet to make it tighter, his eyes locked on my mine the entire time. He winked as he dropped his hands back to his sides, Ed’s facetious tone booming between the trees.

“Hands to yourself, you horny little shit.” He laughed and smacked Cameron’s shoulder as we headed towards the trees. Ed rambled on and on about the safety and rules of climbing, Cameron’s hand discretely slipping into my back packet. He put a folded piece of paper in it, before catching up with Nate.

After a long day full of zip–lining, I laid on the bunk and cuddled my WSU blanket, lulling myself to sleep thinking about plump lips and long fingers.

Jamie followed a Hephaestus camper towards Gideon’s bunk, holding onto a small picnic basket. He had prepared a small picnic for them, not knowing where they were actually going to have it. He looked slightly better than the last time they saw each other, sitting on the bed to wait for the other camper.

[ @gideonhephaestus ]

anonymous asked:

skimmons prompt: we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust

So I feel like this story turned out to be more about Jemma and Skye at camp and less about any sort of competition but…here we go!

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