#But it's none of his buisness... Hmm maybe he can pay one of the nice young guys in there to keep an eye... No thats suspect

[majimassqueaktoy]

I still want to write a fic about Makoto set after 0 where she goes off the rails because she is a traumatized 21 year old with not a single living connection in the world and now she has 10 billion yen to her name which just spells trouble to me

[outr-banks]

All In || Fic

(Rafe Cameron x Reader)

requested: yes

a/n: anon, you have been served ! we need a little light hearted rafe fic, given that his character on obx is... well you know. also look at my gif !! he looks so cute i just want to cup his face with my hands and kiss him. i’d do anything to make drew smile :’)

In which babysitting during the summer didn’t totally suck. Especially, for the pining older brother.

warning: none, just fluff!

song inspired: chicken by your neighbors

(recommend listening while reading)

masterlist

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Summer jobs, truly the worst. Maybe if you were a lifeguard or taught surf lessons to kids it would be a lot more tolerable. But you’re stuck babysitting for a wealthy kook family. It’s not as dreadful as you thought. Wheezie, the youngest of the Cameron family, is probably the most authentic one of them all. As a pogue, you grew up with a natural detest against the kooks, but she wasn’t too bad.

“Could you just let me in?” Your arms fold over one another impatiently waiting to start another day of work.

It’s been two months since you started looking after Wheezie, which means it’s been two months and every five out seven days a week you’ve been inside the Cameron’s residence. Each and every single time Rafe, her older brother, makes your time there a little bit more complicated.

“Are you going to say hi first?” He leans on the doorframe and watches you with a smug look on his face.

“Oh, so you’re one of those boys? Figured.” Your voice remains montonous and his face drops while you push right past him.

“Sup y/n.” Wheezie raises a hand for a high five.

“Sup twerp.” You high five her back.

“What are the plans for today? Are we orchestrating one of the best pranks to exist? I suggest Rafe shall be our victim.” You face Rafe and mock the same smug look he gave you seconds ago.

“Deal.” Wheezie whispers in your ear and returns with a fist bump.

Sure, there’s a natural instinct to hate the kooks, especially kooks like Rafe, but you can’t deny he’s kind of grown on you. There’s been awkward moments between you and him, and sometimes you’ll go home thinking about those same ones. The thought of possibly, dare you even say it, like him, freaks you out.

The majority of the time you spend at the Cameron’s mansion is the living room. And it is to your despair that everyone can just relax there. Rafe casually uses his time doing meaningless things just to spy on you and Wheezie. For what it is, you should be getting paid for two children.

You didn’t understand why Rafe couldn’t simply take care of his younger sister, considering he spends most his days inside the house. You can’t help wondering that it’s odd for a kook to spend their summer indoors. Let alone, indoors with a pogue.

“Hey, Z! Want to take a stroll down by the water?” You shout from the living room.

Whenever Wheezie is in her room you don’t dare to disturb her or even knock, but Ward, her dad, insists you have to take her outside to catch some rays. It’s nice to have Wheezie, or Z as you like to call her, to spend summer evenings with.

“Where we going?” Rafe pops up randomly and takes a seat next to you on the sofa couch.

You’re surprised on how close he is, and a little embarrassed that his shoulder rubbing against yours, excites you. His eyes stare at you and you can’t help but fall under it’s spell.

“I don’t remember asking you.” You manage to break the stare by rolling your eyes. The feeling of his presence near you causes your heart to flutter, and you hate it.

“Uh- what are you two dweebs doing?” Wheezie says from behind the couch. You jump to your feet startled. It feels as if you’ve been exposed.

“I-I was just telling Rafe if he would like to join us on our walk.” Your voice goes up a few octaves.

You look at Rafe and he grins at your defeat.

“Well, okay then. Just don’t be all you know, flirty.” Wheezie shakes her head in disgust and walks away.

You mentally slap yourself at your weakness under Rafe’s deceitful, good looks.

It’s a bit chilly out. The sun and it’s warmth says its goodbye as sunset begins. The outer bank winds blow through the air. Your eyes close at the peaceful sound of waves crashing.

“It’s nice right?” A quite annoying voice hums. You almost forgot Rafe was trailing behind quietly.

Your eyes squint in disturbance and your expressions fall flat, “it was.”

Wheezie had run up ahead collecting shells across the wet sand minding her own buisness, as should her brother.

“I don’t get it, why do you hate me so much?” Rafe walks alongside you and becomes silent for an answer.

“Hmm let’s see Rafe, I’m a pogue and you’re a kook. You bother my friends and now you’re bothering me too.” Out of frustration, you walk away from him.

Pulling your sweater tighter against your body for warmth as the cold and frigid air gushes through you, Rafe rushes to meet you.

“I-I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Rafe tries to speak to you, but you walk faster.

His hand grabs your arm to stop you from taking anymore steps.

An eyebrow lifts, “what?” Your arms cross while you look at Rafe who’s experiencing a difficulty mustering up any words.

“Spill it Cameron.” Your eyebrows pull in together and you sigh.

“You’re going to hate me for this.” Rafe unexpectedly grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours.

At first you don’t move, you can’t even comprehend the action, nor the feeling. But you give in, and absorb him. His tongue asks for permission to enter your mouth, and you allow it. A fiery feeling erupts in your stomach and you simply can’t ignore that in fact, you’re all in.

Rafe pulls away, leaving you wanting more of his taste and out of breath. Your lips are a bit sore and you lightly graze them with your hand, feeling his impulsive action. His eyes meet with yours and you can’t look away. You try to come up with words, but for the first time you’re left speechless.

“I-I’ve been trying to tell you that I like you, y/n. And if i’m being honest, I don’t know how I fell for you but I did. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, or tests me, I even found myself wanting to most my days at home just to see you.” His eyes won’t leave from yours. He tucks a strand of your hair that keeps blowing from the wind behind your ear. His words are music to your ears, and all you can do is smile.

“I knew this was going to happen, should’ve told Dad to have grandma babysit me.” Wheezie complains, interrupting the moment.

“I-I uh, Wheezie! Rafe was just trying help get sand out of my eye.” Nerves trace behind your voice and you step away to put distance between you and Rafe.

“Sure.” Z rolls her eyes and runs off to play with the sand.

You can’t process what just happened and it’s frustrating that you still haven’t found the words to say to the boy you’ve developed feelings for. Your footsteps make a decision for you, as they begin to move away from him.

“I want to ask you out!” Rafe shouts from behind you. He jumps in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Rafe I-I don’t know what you want me to say!” You raise your voice accidentally with a small cry.

“I want you to say yes!” His arms extend outward in desperation.

“I don’t want to lose my job. I need it Rafe.” You can’t risk losing the only good paying job out there.

“I understand, but you don’t work on weekends.” His eyes wander all around trying to catch yours.

“Please, y/n we can just try. You don’t have to say you’re all in, give me a chance. Give us a chance.” Your arms fall to your sides and tilt your head in defeat.

The idea of kook and pogue macking seriously wasn’t it, but you and Rafe macking, that does. You can’t deny what’s going on and it’d be foolish of you if you did.

“Rafe, I like you!” You exclaim. It’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you can finally admit your forbidden feelings.

Rafe closes the distance and his lips fall into yours once again, this time slowly but all at once. He gently pulls you in closer to him, so close you can feel his heart pounding against your chest. His aroma entices you and it’s truly such a splendid experience.

His lips detach from yours, “are you free this Saturday?”

A grin creeps behind your lips, “I happen to be off of work.” Rafe rolls his eyes with a smile before placing another gentle kiss on your lips. This is something you definitely can get used to doing.

You weren’t sure what the both of you had in store for the future, but you knew you’re all in.