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me every time i see a picture of matthew gray gubler:

These are the best years of my life????

THESE????

real

just me and my heating pad against the world

how i’m feeling

poor guy doesnt know hes being stalked by a teenage girl

i want them all.

💌❤️‍🩹

What I need rn

Me rn

Looovvveee a summer camp counselor au

SUMMER'S ON rafe cameron x reader - camp counselors!au

cw: (1.2k) foul language (don't curse in front of kids, guys) weird teenager angst & no romance in this one (i think i'll make this a series...) rafe is a jerk, maybe he likes you??? snotty spoiled children (serious warning)

a/n: i tried to reread this & catch spelling/grammar/plot mistakes, but i can't promise anything lol (my first post!!!! reblogs are vvvvv appreciated!!!)

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It was only the third week of working at the rich-kid sleepaway summer camp and already the kids here were pretending to be sick. 

You’d decided to take this job cause it was gonna pay well and 6-year-olds couldn’t possibly be that difficult to handle. 

Especially at a fun summer camp.

Right?

Wrong. 

Not all, but a good chunk of the anklebiters were spoiled brats. And on top of that, your co-counselor used to be one himself.  Still is, actually.

The co-counselor in question?

Rafe Cameron. 

Notoriously rich asshole. 

Why, of all places, would he decide to work at a summer camp?  Did he just want to corrupt an entire generation of kids? 

He certainly wasn’t trying to change their behavior. Rafe gave the kids whatever they wanted to end tantrums, much to your chagrin. Hardly helping the children learn what the word “no” means. 

Unfortunately, he was the only counselor on duty with keys to the nurse’s cabin when three grubby kids decided to come whine to you about ‘being sick”.

And by 'on duty', it meant he was leaning on the wall of the Mess hall building, on his phone. 

He was supposed to be back at the soccer field, helping- rather- doing his job. 

But of course not. 

"Cameron.” You tried after a minute of him ignoring your presence, holding the hand of the two girls grumbling by your side, the boy walking behind you, literally on your heels. “Need some help here.”

Rafe didn’t look up as he continued typing. “Is someone on fire?”

“No.”

“Bleeding?”

You had to take a breath to control your urge to just dump the kids at his feet and let him deal with their fake sniffles. “Cameron, just unlock the nurse’s for me.”

Looking up with his head first, then dragging his eyes from his phone he sighed. “Damn, alright.” Rafe whistled to himself- asshole- as he slipped his phone in his pocket. One of the girls by your side, Avery, eyed it. 

“Mister Cameron, do you play games on your phone?”

“Mister Cameron” shot her a look so foul that you almost felt bad for her, but she then immediately started whining again, “I wanna go home,” which then made the other two kids join. Rafe, of course, didn’t bother to fuckin help, save for silently unlocking and opening the door to the nurse office- again, he was being paid to do this. 

The two girls flung themselves at the beanbag chairs inside and the boy quite literally dropped himself to the ground, all three of the 6-year-olds moaning and groaning over some make-believe maladies. You didn’t even bother to check if Rafe stayed to help you. 

“All of you, go sit on the blue chairs, I’m going to take your temperatures.” 

The three guilty whiners, Avery, Nicolette, and Braxton, all made various sounds of what could only be described as overdramatic sniffles, slinking over to the chairs and pulling themselves onto them. 

“Here,” a voice said, handing over a pack of one-use thermometers. 

You blinked, and with a glance up, your eyes widened in surprise to see Rafe still there. “…thanks.” You took it, wondering what he was on about.  

You had each child put one under their tongue.  and as expected: all were within normal range.  So, you responded to a text of another counselor asking if they were leaving for the day with a “no.” 

“Okay, back to the field, soccer is still goin’ on,” you said to them, ushering the children out, hyper-aware of Rafe’s silent presence in the room. 

Shortly after returning the children to the soccer game, you realized you’d left your phone in the nurse's office. On the way back to retrieve it, Penelope- one of the few sweet kids in your group, ran up to you. “Miss, I feel sick.” She mumbled. 

You sighed- you just did this with three other kids. 

But, pressing a hand to her forehead, your posture stiffened when you realized her head was actually burning up. 

“Well, uh- let's go inside, sweetheart,” you murmured, ushering her into the nurse’s office- Rafe looking up from his phone at the two of you. 

He hadn’t moved since you’d left.

You sat Penelope on one of the chairs and unlocked a cabinet, grabbing one of the thermometer packs. With a bit- a lot- of struggle attempted to pull one of the plastic-sealed baggies from the rest. 

“Never thought I’d see a plastic bag win a fight with a woman.” Rafe’s voice came, and you didn’t need to turn to know he had a stupid smirk on his face. 

“Care to help, for once?” You held them out halfway, not expecting for him to walk over and actually rip off one of the packs with his teeth, and hand the freed thermometer to you. 

“My pleasure.” He muttered before you could make out a stammered thanks, and sat himself on one of the kid-sized bean bags. 

“Alright, honey, say ‘ah’.” You turned back to Penelope. Fever of 99.7. Damn. “She’s sick,” you called to the man-child in the corner. 

“I’ll call it in.” He sighed. 

“I’ll do it, she’s in my group.” 

“Thought you wanted me to help?” 

“Yeah, but my job is to call in sick kids from my group.” 

“...Fine. Have it your way.” 

See? Spoiled child. Can’t play nice for more than a minute. 

With a few more minutes, you called the office and Penelope’s mother, and sent her to go wait with the actual nurse ’til her mom got here. “Bye-bye Mister Rafe.” Penelope mumbled. “Bye-bye,” she added to you, hugging your leg. Aw. 

“Bye sweetheart, feel better.” You stroked her hair and softly sent her walking to the nurse, and finally, you could leave. 

You grabbed your phone again and were going through it as you walked, before your head met the warm- solid- chest of, you guessed it, Rafe. 

“Shit, sorry, I- why are you standing here?” 

“Why’re you so rude to me?”

 You blinked. Hard.  “I’m rude? To you?” 

Rafe nodded.  “If my work here was so bad, I’d have been fired already,” he added gruffly. 

You couldn't help the scoff that came from your throat. “You roll your eyes at me, you’re always on your phone, you avoid working with me whenever you can, you undermine my authority- you literally gave a kid Legos after I told him that playtime was over!” 

Rafe's eyes were focused on yours, unwavering, his arms pulled tight across his chest. “You were complaining about having a headache. I was sparing you a tantrum.”

You couldn’t believe it. What? Why? What the hell was going on? 

“I’m- I- I’m too tired for this, goodbye.”  

“I took your dinner shift.” He called after you, turning to watch you leave. “So you could sleep. I can give it back?” 

What?

You turn, mulch grinding under your heel. “Why?” 

There was a flicker of something in his eyes before it went away, his face cold as ever. 

“So- so maybe you’d stop bein’ a bitch.” 

Then without letting you work a response out past your jaw dropping, went back into the nurse’s office and shut the door- again, he was the only one with the keys to it. You couldn't go back in and yell at him if you wanted to. 

“Asshole.” 

You muttered other expletives to yourself as you walked away, back to the sounds of children running haphazardly around the soccer field. 

Rafe watched you silently from the window. His phone blew up in his hand, texts from his friends coming in. “YOO SO did she like the shift thing or na???”

eek! my first post!!! honestly i dunno what to think of it, its something i cranked out while waiting for my friend at a cafe. i rlly hope you guys like it!!!

please please please (sabrina cerpenter reference?) reblog (maybe even comment?) because it would mean so much to me!!! (maybe i should continue this as a series?)

i wish you guys could read the amazing fic i haven't written and probably will never write, it's fire

BRING BACK TRADITIONAL AMERICAN WOMEN!!!!

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