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20 Cigarettes
If You Were Mine

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FIRST LOOK AT RAFE FOR OBX SEASON 5 OH MY GOD
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If You Were Mine | Rafe Cameron x reader
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x pouge!reader
Summary: you meet up at a bar, and he confesses his feelings but you just canât let yourself give in
wc: 1,543
~ inspired by the song âIf You Were Mineâ by Morgan Wallen
The neon sign outside The Wreck buzzed like it was clinging to life. Purple and blue light splashed across the parking lot, casting your shadow long on the cracked concrete. You were supposed to be inside with Kiara, and the rest of the pouges. It was rare that the group went out to actual bars, but after a particularly rough day, we decided to spend the night high off alcohol and that carefree attitude. Dancing alongside Sarah and kie while the boys played darts.
It was easy.
But it didnât last. The noise got too loud and the air too thick, so you stepped out for a minute.
You werenât alone.
Rafe Cameron leaned against his motorbike, cigarette unlit between his fingers, staring at the moon like it had personally offended him. He didnât see you at first.
Or maybe he did, and he just pretended not to.
You looked up at the sky, almost asking it to save you.
A neon moon, yeah, itâs gettinâ lateâŚ
You swallowed, fighting the instinct to turn around. Every part of your life warned you against him. Pogue vs Kook, Sarahâs drama vs Rafeâs violence, your heart vs his reputation. You werenât just opposites. You werenât supposed to exist in the same frame.
But your feet didnât move.
When you looked at him, you couldnât think straight.
Like a horse to the water, prolly shouldnât drink.
âDidnât expect to see you here,â he said without looking over, like he knew it was you.
His voice was rough like he hadnât spoken in hours. âSeems to be having fun in there,â he added.
Of course he was watching you, cause you were also watching him.
âAnd I didnât expect you to be sober enough to stand up,â you shot back.
He huffed a small laugh. âFunny.â
You crossed your arms. âI wasn't joking. Why are you out here, and not inside?â
âFresh air.â
âRafe Cameron doesn't need fresh air.â
His eyes flicked to yours then, sharp, ocean-deep, startlingly clear. You hated how they made your breath stutter.
âMaybe he does when heâs trying not to think.â
Your eyebrows rose. âAbout what?â
But he didnât answer.
Instead, he pushed off the bike and stepped closer, slow, like he was testing if youâd flinch. You didnât. You kept your chin high, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
He smirked. âYou look nervous.â
âIâm not.â
âYou should be.â
Because the truth is, we both wanna tasteâŚ
âSo,â you said, lifting a brow, âyouâre not drunk, not high? No rich-boy rage? No punching people who breathe too loud?â
He smirked a little. âNot tonight.â
âThat's a promise?â
âNo. But itâs the truth.â
The waves rolled in, washing over the bank, and for a moment the two of you just listened. It felt wrong. Dangerous. Like standing at the edge of something you couldnât back away from.
âYou shouldnât be alone out here,â he said.
âIâm fine.â
âDidnât say you werenât. I said you shouldnât be.â His voice dropped, quieter. âBig difference.â
You scoffed. âYou donât get to care about what I do.â
âYou think I donât?â he said, a little too fast.
Your breath hitched.
His gaze dropped to your lips for one dangerous second before he pulled back just enough to breathe properly.
You could feel your phone buzz in your back pocket, you reached back to push it down more.
âYou donât gotta hide your phone,â he added, voice low. âI know you got people waiting for you back there. People whoâd lose their minds if they saw you talking to me.â
âYeah,â you whispered. âAnd for good reason.â
He gave a humorless smile. âProbably.â
He wasnât wrong. JJ would throw himself between you and Rafe like a guard dog. John B would drag you back inside. Kie would cuss Rafe out on principle.
âAnd what?â you snapped softly. âYouâd enjoy that? Watching everyone freak out because you cornered a Pogue?â
His voice dropped lower than youâd ever heard it.
âI didnât corner you. You stayed.â
You opened your mouth. Then closed it, because he wasnât wrong.
Another wave crashed. You shouldâve walked away. You shouldâve run.
Instead you stayed, letting the neon glow from the beer sign spill across the shore, painting everything in impossible colors.
âWhat do you want from me?â you finally whispered.
His throat bobbed. âIf I ever got you aloneâŚâ
He paused.
âJust so you know⌠I wouldnât rush it.â
The ocean wind gusted across the parking lot, cool and briny. For one moment, everything felt suspended. Like the world was waiting.
Rafe exhaled, and the sound was almost a confession.
âLookâŚâ he muttered, glancing away, âI know this is messed up. I know we donât work. I know Iâm not⌠your usual type.â
âYouâre not my type at all,â you said quick.
But it came out too soft.
His jaw clenched.
âYeah. I know.â
He stepped closer again, slower this time, like he was giving you every chance to walk away. When you didnât, he lifted a hand, stopping inches from your cheek. Not touching. Just⌠wanting.
âDamn,â he whispered. âIf I ever got you aloneâŚâ
Your breath hitched.
ââŚjust so you know? Iâd lay you down. And Iâd take my time.â
Heat rushed up your chest, your throat, your cheeks. You shouldâve walked away. You shouldâve said no. You shouldâve slapped him.
But you didnât do any of those things.
You stared at him, at the boy who was everything you shouldnât want and whispered, âYou canât say stuff like that.â
He studied you carefully. âWhy? Because itâs wrong?â
âYes.â
He stepped even closer. âOr because you donât hate hearing it?â
Your stomach dropped. âRafeââ
âTell me Iâm imagining it,â he said. âTell me you donât feel it.â
You couldnât.
And he saw the truth in the way your breath shook.
Would you let me drown in your ocean eyes?
His gaze locked on yours like he could fall straight into them if he wasnât careful.
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he said quietly.
You swallowed hard. âRafeâŚâ
âAinât a part of you my hands wouldnât wanna find,â he added, so quietly it was practically a prayer.
Your knees weakened. âYouâre not being fair.â
He laughed softly, tired, lonely. âIâm being honest.â
âWhy now?â you demanded. âYouâve hated me for years.â
He shook his head. âI never hated you.â
âCouldâve fooled me.â
âI hated the way everyone else looked at you,â he said.
âFree. Happy. Safe. Everything I wasnât allowed to be.â
You blinked, surprised by the rawness in his voice.
âAnd I hated,â he added, âthat you looked at me and saw someone dangerous instead of someone⌠who wanted you. Badly.â
Silence stretched between you like a live wire.
Inside, music thumped faintly. Laughter spilled outside when the door opened. The gravel crunching under cars pulling in and out of the parking lot. But none of it reached you. Not in the way Rafeâs eyes did.
He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.
âIf you want it to happenâŚâ he said quietly, ââŚIâm gonna let it.â
Your breath caught.
âRafeââ
âI swear,â he murmured, stepping so close you felt the warmth of him, âin a second⌠Iâd take you home. Lay you down. Slow. Careful. Like you deserve.â
It was too much.
Too honest.
Too intoxicating.
âStop,â you breathed.
He didnât touch you. He didnât push. He just looked at you like he was memorizing every detail.
The ocean wind in your hair, the neon light on your skin, the rise and fall of your chest.
âIn another life,â he whispered, âI think youâd be mine.â
Your heart twisted painfully.
God. Why did it feel like you believed him?
âIn another life,â you murmured back, âmaybe.â
âAnd in this one?â he asked.
You hesitated but only for a moment.
âIn this one,â you whispered, âwe just wouldnât work.â
His lips parted.
He leaned forward, forehead gently brushing yours, the lightest contact, but it felt like electricity.
âBut we could try,â he whispered.
You closed your eyes, breath trembling.
He didnât kiss you.
He didnât touch you.
He just stayed there, letting the moment stretch until it hurt.
But he knew it would never happen, he knew you were too stubborn, too loyal to your friends to ever let something like that happen, with him.
Finally, he pulled back.
âYou should go back inside,â he murmured. âBefore they notice.â
You nodded, trying to breathe.
He lingered one second longer, taking you in like heâd never get another chance.
Then he stepped back.
Letting you choose.
And somehow, walking away felt harder than giving in.
But you did it.
You pushed open the door.
You slipped inside.
And halfway through, you looked over your shoulder.
Rafe Cameron stood under the neon moon, hands in his pockets, chest rising unsteadily, watching you like you were the one thing in his life that wasnât poison.
Like if you were his, truly his. Heâd treat you like you were holy.
Like if you were hisâŚ
Heâd never let you go.
The swing of the door slammed behind you. And suddenly you were pulled away by Sarah who was so drunk she barely noticed your absence.
And Rafe? Well he had enough of tonight.
He got on his bike, and went home.

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20 Cigarettes | Rafe Cameron x Reader
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x tourist!reader
Summary: Rafe meets you on a crowded OBX bar deck, and twenty cigarettes later heâs left with nothing but smoke, the memory of you
~ inspired by the song â20 Cigarettesâ by Morgan wallen
a/n : my last one got sm love so I tried it again!
The pack sat on the table, fresh from the gas station. He had bought it on his way to the bar. Twenty inside. Rafe tapped the bottom, slid one out, and let the lighter catch with a soft click.
Cigarette One.
The bar deck was loud, humid, alive with the kind of summer night that pressed against your skin. Rafe leaned back in his chair, smoke curling from his lips, eyes drifting across the crowd. He wasnât looking for anyone. Not really.
Then you were there.
Leaning against the rail, laughing with your other tourist friends, your voice cut clear through the noise. He knew you were a tourist, thereâs no way you lived on this island, he wouldâve noticed you. You glanced his way once, then again, like youâd felt his stare burning across the distance.
So you walked over.
Cigarette Two.
You didnât sit at first. You just leaned against his table, eyes glinting.
âThose will give you cancer.â You paused with a smirk. âYou mind?â you asked, grabbing his pack, pulling one out. You had never smoked, but youâve been drinking and heâs really cute.
Rafe smirked as well, holding the flame out, watching your lips close around the cigarette. You pulled back, vanilla perfume in the air mixed with smoke, exhaling, and something in his chest tightened.
âThanks,â you said.
He shrugged. âDonât mention it.â
You lingered. He offered you the chair across from him. You took it.
The conversation started small, you complimented his accent, youâve been here for a couple days, and he by far has the best one. He didnât stop talking after that. He asking you what you were drinking, Titoâs and pineapples juice. He ordered you another, and another. You were definitely tipsy.
âI should slow downâ you laughed, cheeks red from the heat, the music, but also him. But your laugh was a new warmth, your eyes sharper than he expected.
âHell nahâ he responded, ordering you another. âI ainât drinking by myself.â
Before long, he was talking too much, he was touchy and you werenât pulling away.
Cigarette Three.
The pack slid closer to the middle of the table. He lit another, offering you one. You shook your head, sipping from your glass instead. Continuing your story about your home town and how the island was so different.
Cigarette Four.
By now, the deck was too crowded. People bumping chairs, spilling drinks. Your friends waved from the bar, but you didnât look ready to leave. You were far too interested in what sat in front of you.
âWanna get out of here?â Rafe asked, nodding toward the parking lot.
You paused, considering him, considering my friendâs reaction if they found out I went home with a random guy, then nodded once. âWhy not?â
Cigarettes Five through Ten.
His truck windows were down, the air thick with salt and summer heat. You had one leg tucked under you, laughing at some half-stupid joke he made. He kept stealing glances, the glow of the dash throwing light across your face.
You fiddled with the radio, stopping when you found a country station. Turning it up way too loud, singing along.
At red lights, he lit another cigarette, the smoke drifting out into the night. You stole one, this time. The way you leaned close when he flicked the lighter, your lips so near, he almost forgot to breathe.
By the time he pulled off the main road, heâd gone through half the pack. Each one burned down faster than the last, like the night was slipping through his fingers.
Cigarettes Eleven through Seventeen.
The spot he chose was quiet, a clearing just off a backroad, overlooking the water. You climbed out of the truck, the grass brushing your legs as you moved toward the edge. The moon painted everything silver.
Rafe lit another cigarette, but he wasnât watching the smoke. He was watching you. The way you tilted your head back, hair falling, skin glowing in the night.
âYou gonna share?â you teased.
He huffed a laugh, walked over, held it out. Your fingers brushed when you took it. The smallest touch, but it burned hotter than the cherry at the end of the cigarette.
It was inevitable after that. The way your eyes lingered on his mouth. The way you didnât move when he stepped closer.
When he kissed you, it was rough at first, desperate. But you kissed him back, and suddenly it wasnât about control. It was about need. He lifted you up, as if you weighed nothing. Walking you to his truck bed, you didnât even care if it wasnât comfortable, all you felt was him.
The cigarettes kept burning down, one after another, forgotten in the grass. The heat between you replaced the summer air, messy kisses, hands tugging at clothes, ripping off your shirt leaving you exposed, halfway naked in his truck bed- he didnât hesitate to help you with the rest, his body pressing against yours.
For once, Rafe didnât feel the Cameron burden. Or the anger. Or the screw-up everyone thought he was. He just felt you. Alive. Real. Right there.
It wasnât love. He wasnât naĂŻve enough to call it that. But fuck did he know it was something he hadnât felt in a long, long time.
And for him, that was enough.
Cigarettes Eighteen and Nineteen.
Afterward, you were lying in the truck bed, the night air cooling the sweat on your skin. You stole another cigarette from the pack, lighting it with his lighter, taking a drag before passing it to him.
Your head rested on his shoulder. His hand traced lazy lines along your arm. He wanted to freeze time. Hold onto the weight of you against him, the warmth of your breath, the way your laughter still echoed in his ears.
But cigarettes never last.
And neither did nights like this. He knew that. You had a flight in the morning.
Cigarette Twenty.
He woke up alone, hungover.
The truck bed was empty, the grass rustling in the early morning breeze. No note. No number. Just the smell of smoke and vanilla clinging to his shirt and the ghost of you fading with the dawn.
The pack was gone too, except for the last cigarette â crushed, bent, left sitting on the dashboard like a cruel joke.
Rafe picked it up, staring at it until his vision blurred. He didnât light it. Not yet.
Because lighting it would mean the night was over.
And he wasnât ready to admit that.

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Kiss her in front of you | Rafe Cameron x JJ Maybank x reader
Paring: JJ Maybank x Reader & Rafe Cameron & Sofia
Summary: Rafe brings his new girl to your spot, you donât let it slide
a/n: hi! This is my first writing. Any feedback would be nice, thanks a bunch! Enjoy tehe x
The bar smells like salt and betrayal.
Itâs a humid summer night, the kind where the ocean breeze doesnât offer relief, only tangles your hair and clings to your sweat-damp skin. The neon lights of The bar flicker above you, the same damn bar you and Rafe used to sneak off to when the world was too heavy. Where heâd spin you around and dance all night. The spot youâd carve your initials in the booth by the back window overlooking the water. Your spot. Your escape.
But not tonight.
Tonight, Rafeâs insideâwith Sofia. Her laughter spills out the cracked window like a punch to the throat. Itâs obnoxious really, sheâs so native. To believe he actually likes her. Like he isnât just using her to get under your skin. Heâs not out on a date because he likes her.
Heâs doing it for you. Every glance over her shoulder, every smirk, every casual arm draped over her seat, every kiss- heâs playing chess. And your the queen he already thinks heâs cornered.
Well, screw that.
I downed the rest of my drink in one long gulp. âTwo can play this game.â
Eyeing the bar, looking for the next victim in this twisted game.
And thatâs when you see him.
Leaning against the dj booth like he owns the damn place, sun-bleached hair wild, tan arms crossed over his chest, a beer hanging lazily from one hand. JJ Maybank.
All saltwater rebellion and reckless charm. I know their history. I know that JJ will do anything to piss Rafe off.
I smirked.
Perfect.
âJJ,â I say, strutting up to him with too much alcohol in my veins and even more venom in my heart.
He glances up, surprised, but not unwelcome. âWell, well. Didnât think this bar could get any prettier.â He flirts. Of course he does.
âDonât get cute,â I say, rolling my eyes. âI need a favor.â
JJ raises a brow, slow and curious. âWhat kind of favor? I donât work for free, especially not for kooksâ
âThe kind that pisses off a certain Cameron.â
JJâs smirk spreads like gasoline catching flame. âIâm listening.â
I donât have time to explain. Instead, I hooked my arm around his and dragged him toward the center of the barâright where Rafe can see us. And oh, he does. His eyes meet yours like a flint striking stone, burning hot and cold all at once.
You ignore the way your heart skips. Ignore the way your chest tightens at the sight of Sofia so cluelessly tucked under his arm. She doesnât even look like his type. But thatâs the point, isnât it? Sheâs not supposed to be you. Sheâs supposed to replace you.
JJ follows your lead without question. One hand on your waist, the other spinning you into him as the music shifts into something slow and smoky. His lips brush your ear. âSo, someoneâs a little jealous of Rafeâs new girl?â He teases.
âShut up,â you mutter, pressing in closer. âYou down? Still?â I asked. âI can find someone else-â
JJ cuts me off, mouth meeting yours with heat and a little bit of mischief, like he knows exactly what kind of game this is. And heâs all in. His hand slides to the back of your neck, thumb brushing the soft skin behind your ear as he deepens the kissâslow and deliberate, not rushed, not sloppy. Just enough to make it look real.
You feel Rafeâs eyes burn into you from across the bar.
Good.
You pull back slightly, your breath mingling with JJâs, and whisper, âYouâre a damn good actor.â
He grins. âWho says I'm acting?.â
That throws you for a loop.
Even though the music, you can hear it. Sofia letting out another ear piercing giggle. Like she doesnât realize rafe isnât even paying attention to her.
His eyes are on you, and JJ. He looks like heâs two seconds away from crushing the beer bottle in his hand. But still- Rafe doesnât move.
He just watches.
His eyes are glued to you.
JJ leans down, whispering into your neck, âHe looks like heâs about to break something.â
âGood,â you breathe. âLet him.â
JJâs fingers slide up your neck, pulling you closer. âYou wanna make this really sting?â He whispered. Biting my ear as he whispers.
Heat rises up your body. You look up at him. âWhat do you have in mind?â
JJ just smirks and kisses you again, slower this time. His hand wrapped around your throat, like he owned it, you.
This kiss was deeper.
JJ wasnât anything like rafe. Rafe kissed aggressively, like he was starved and you were his first meal in days.
JJ kisses like heâs savoring you, like heâs been waiting for this, and needs to taste it all in before you slip away.
After we pull apart; your lips are swollen. You called the bartender, asking for a shot of tequila, and our tabs. I dowed the shot, paid for yours and JJs tab.
Youâre either about to make the dumbest or smartest decision.
âLet's go before I change my mind.â You said looking up at JJ. He wraps his arm around your waist. Like he wasnât missing this opportunity.
You steal one last glance at Rafe. He hasnât moved.
But you can see it in his eyesârage barely restrained, hands clenched under the table, jaw ticking like a bomb.
You turn away from him and focus on JJ.
And as you walk past Rafeâs booth, you act like you donât know him as you head to the parking lot.
You donât look at him. Your perfume he bought you, lingers in the air behind you. Like a slap in the face.
You know heâs watching.
You hope he is.
Because he brought Sofia here to remind you what you lost. But he fucked up.
Cause what the hell was he thinking heâd be the only one finding someone new?
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