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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room ♕ Rafe Cameron

Disclaimer: I don’t own Outerbanks or its Characters

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, and Minimal Smut.

Word Count: 1,111

A/N: I know it’s been awhile since I last posted something, but I wanted to test my writing skills a little bit. I’ve loved this song for as long as I can remember and I’m even more obsessed with Rafe Cameron than I’ve ever been, so I thought I’d put together a piece featuring the two. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s Not A Silly Little Moment

It’s Not The Storm Before The Calm

This Is The Deep Deep and Dying Breath Of

This Love That We’ve Been Working On

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) twirled the ice in her drink with a straw as she looked down at the water that kissed the boat as it made its way through the water, her mind occupied with thoughts of the argument her and Rafe had just had. It had been triggered by the simplest of things, like many of their arguments lately, and she was beginning to grow tired of the vicious cycle. 

“Is everything okay? I heard you and Rafe yelling.” Came the familiar voice of Sarah Cameron, her boyfriend’s younger sister and one of her best friends. (Y/N) shrugged as she lifted the glass in her hand to her lips, the Whiskey burning her chest in a way that seemed less painful than the words Rafe had uttered nearly half an hour ago. She wasn’t sure what to say, was everything okay? The obvious answer was no, everything was not okay and she wasn’t sure it ever would be again. Their love wasn’t the same anymore, it had slowly faded like the sun earlier that day, taking with it the last shred of hope (Y/N) had for their relationship. Her and Rafe’s end was inevitable, but she’d be lying if she said she was ready for it to end. 

“We’re always yelling,” She finally admitted to the blonde-haired girl, her now empty glass coming to rest on the table to her left. Sarah let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as the revelation came to light, her lips tugging down in a frown as she approached the older girl.

“That’s not healthy.” She stated, turning her head to take in the empty expression on (Y/N)’s face. She looked exhausted, her face paler than she’d ever seen it and her usual smile replaced with a tight line. A biter laugh escaped the (Y/H/C) girl’s lips as she took in what Sarah had said. 

“I know.” 

Can’t Seem To Hold You Like I Want To

So I Can Feel You In My Arms

Nobody’s Gonna Come And Save You

We Pulled Too Many False Alarms

(Y/N) woke the next morning to an empty bed, the spot Rafe usually occupied straightened up and his phone gone. He was no doubt already out and about, doing his damndest to prove himself as the rightful heir to his Father’s businesses. She hummed her disapproval and rolled onto her back looking up at the ceiling for what felt like the hundredth time that week. 

“Maybe it’s time to end this for good,” She told herself, unaware that the man she loved was standing in the doorway holding his car keys. He didn’t say a word as he took in her figure in their shared bed, his heart racing at what she’d just said. She couldn’t really feel that way, they’d come too far in the last few years to just walk away when things got hard. Sure they’d broken things off a few times before, but they always ended up right back together. 

“You don’t mean that.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying after a few minutes of silence, his voice startling her enough to make her sit upright and cover her upper half with the sheet she laid under. She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching vehicle, her full lips parted in shock that he was home and that he’d heard what she had said. 

“I do,” She admitted, averting her eyes from his as he took a step towards her. He shook his head, lifting a hand to his hair at the revelation and took a seat at the end of the bed once he’d reached it. 

“No, no you don’t.” 

We’re Going Down

And You Can See It Too

We’re Going Down

And You Know That We’re Doomed

My Dear, We’re Slow Dancing In A Burning Room 

Another night, another argument or that’s what it felt like as (Y/N) shoved clothing into her gym bag. She had finally reached her breaking point, she was finally done with this charade, and she didn’t think anything Rafe said was going to change her mind this time. He stood in the doorway like he had a few mornings ago watching her gather her things, his head in his hands. 

“You aren’t actually walking away from me, are you?” He sounded broken as he questioned her, not once moving from his position. He knew they had problems but he didn’t think they would’ve ever escalated to this level, he didn’t think she’d actually ever put their relationship to rest. Not after they’d tried on and off for so many years to make it work. (Y/N) sighed as she zipped her bag and shouldered it, her car keys coming to dangle from her fingers. 

“Don’t act surprised Rafe, you knew this was inevitable. We aren’t compatible anymore, if we ever were. I love you with my whole heart, there isn’t anything in the world that I wouldn’t do for you, but I can’t stay here and be with you when all we do is argue and ignore what one another are saying.” She told him as she made her way around the bed and towards the door, but he stopped her before she could take her leave. His hand gripped her wrist like it was the last time he’d ever see her, which it probably was, after all she planned to leave Kildare. 

“But I love you,” He hiccuped, tears pricking his eyes as he clung to the girl, to his girl. (Y/N) closed her eyes as she allowed him to pull her close to him, into his chest and inhaled his familiar scent. She loved him too, but she’d finally learned that just loving someone wasn’t enough to make them stay. Rafe sobbed into her neck, his body trembling as reality crashed down upon him. They were actually doomed, their relationship was doomed, and there was nothing he could do or say that was going to make her stay.

“I’m sorry.” She told him as she pulled away from him, tears pricking her own eyes as she turned on her heel and walked out the door. Forever was what everyone wanted from a relationship, it was what she originally wanted from Rafe, but forever just wasn’t possible for them anymore. Not when all they’d been doing for the last year was Slow Dancing In A Burning Room. 

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December ♕ D.M.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or it’s characters, only this prompt.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, and Minimal Smut.

Word Count: 1060

A/N: This is my entry to @harryssmommy’s writing contest!​

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A hum escaped the parted lips of Draco Malfoy as he looked out over the gardens surrounding his home, or lack thereof. Malfoy Manor was magnificent, the greenery surrounding it spectacular, but it had never felt like home. It was especially prominent during this time of the year when he returned from Hogwarts to dark entryways and quiet halls. There were no red, green, silver, or white decorations littered about and there were no stockings hung from the fireplace in the sitting room. There was an absence of life, of happiness, of love and he hadn’t noticed it until he met (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

She was enchanting to say the least, so full of life and light that it left him wondering why she’d ever developed an interest in him. He wasn’t anything like her, he bullied and belittled people, he flaunted about as if he were spectacular, and he had chosen the wrong side in the approaching war. She was kind to everyone, regardless of blood status or lineage, something that surprised him seeing as she’d come from a family as wealthy and powerful as his own. She was humble, charitable, and the epitome of perfection. It was no surprise the two had ended up together, at least not to their families. However, to their friends, classmates, and professors it had been quite the shock. 

“Don’t worry about them,” She had told him at the beginning of the month, her painted lips curved into a breathtaking smile. She had been dressed in an emerald cloak, the fabric doing little to shield her from the December air. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, and he could still recall the smell of the perfume she’d sampled in Gladrags Wizardwear. It smelled like Christmas, she had said, but he hadn’t known what that meant. Christmas was a foreign concept to him, his family had never celebrated it. But the holiday meant everything to the (Y/H/C) girl, so he’d simply agreed. 

“You know I never do.” He had retorted, reaching his gloved hand down to entwine his fingers with her own. He tugged her into his side to hopefully supply a bit more heat as they walked through Hogsmeade in search of the perfect gift for her Mother, another concept he didn’t quite understand about the upcoming holiday. Why buy one another presents when you could do that year round?

He lifted a glass of Firewhisky to his lips as he brought himself back from the memory, grimacing at the way it burned his throat. It didn’t burn nearly as badly as the loneliness he felt without (Y/N) though, so he shrugged it off and turned to pour himself another glass. 

“You aren’t old enough to be drinking that, you know.” An all too familiar voice cut through the darkness, heightening his senses and causing him to nearly drop the expensive bottle he’d grabbed. He squinted his eyes to see if her voice was just a figment of his imagination, or if the woman he loved was actually visiting him on Christmas Eve. He highly doubted it, her family had many traditions and one included a feast on December 24th. 

“I know you’re not really there,” He told the darkness, his eyes glazing over as it hit him that he was truly alone this holiday season. His Mother and Father had left for a meeting in France, not bothering to let anyone but the House Elves know. He set the bottle of alcohol down, deciding he’d had enough if he were beginning to get auditory hallucinations. He stepped back in to the comfort of his room, the only place in the Manor he felt like he belonged, and sat on the edge of his bed. He didn’t bother to lay down or cover his ice-kissed skin, he just sat there in the silence and allowed himself to be consumed by the feeling. 

“But I am here, Dray.” Her voice came again, this time much closer. He swore he could feel her hands on his shoulders, but he wrote it off as yet another hallucination. He was just lonely and perhaps a bit tipsy, there was no way (Y/N) was in his bed touching him. His brain didn’t except that logic however and he lifted a hand of his own to cover the spot he swore hers was. He inhaled sharply as palm curved around that of another person’s, his heart beginning to beat more rapidly as he used his free hand to reach for his wand.

“Lumos!” He called on the charm he’d learned in his first year, his eyes widening at the sight of the very person he wanted to see most. (Y/N) was sitting on top of his bed, her eyes lit up in laughter, and the smile he swore could light up a room stretched across her red painted lips. She wore a red wrap dress, the material clinging to her like a second skin, and her feet were bare. 

“Surprise,” She said with a giggle as she pushed herself up to her knees so that she was eye level with the platinum blonde who held her heart. She placed her hands on his chest as she allowed him to process her appearance, his arms wounding around her waist eagerly. He bent his head down and connected their lips, putting every ounce of love and passion he had into it. She returned his affection happily, allowing him to move her so that she was lying on her back.

“I missed you so much.” He told her between kisses, the sentiment making her heart warm. She didn’t understand how anyone could leave behind this man, how anyone could doubt him. She’d known him all her life, but had only gotten to know him over the last six months, and he never failed to take her breath away. 

“I missed you too, Dray.” Her voice came out full of air as his lips moved down her jawline and neck, leaving marks along the way. She felt him smirk against her skin, the feeling alone making her pull her bottom lip between her teeth. He was everything she could’ve ever wanted in a partner, in a man, and she allowed him to show her just how much he missed her the remainder of the night.