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—more. [isaac garcia, mlwtwb]

“Lowly knights and mighty kings, they all want more”

tags. [fluff, angst, bonfire party, childhood best friends to lovers, jealousy, drunken confessions]

author’s note. [thank you for all of the requests!! i got a TON, so i tried to mix a few ideas into one fic, so i could get it out to you guys as fast as possible! ꩜ i siriusly love you <3]

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Aside from her predicament with the Walter boys, Y/n did really like Jackie. Who she didn’t get along with where her newfound friendships. Skyler and Grace where gossipers. Y/n knew they just enjoyed being close to the center of it all. Skyler was just annoying, and she didn’t enjoy the way he treated Nathan at all, but she could get past that and tolerate his presence. Grace though… she was just a bitch. She hated Grace, “Gracie” as she used to call her. They actually used to be good friends, until high school made the girl even more of a newsmonger. The slight whiff of a scandal and she’d come running like a dog, even to the detriment of the people around her. She gets carried away, forgets it’s real people and not a movie. Maybe she gets a high out of the attention she gets from sharing the information she dishonestly collects. People only come to see her to know all about other’s lives. Gracie’s own is incredibly boring, she’s sheltered. So, gossiping is her only way of living some sort of excitement, through others, of course. Y/n pities her, in a way. But she mostly, mostly hates her guts.

At the annual bonfire party, after an insane amount of begging from her best friend, Y/n took a ride with the Walter’s. Cole got them there, but Danny was, as per usual, the designated driver. Y/n didn’t enjoy drinking either, but she didn’t have her permit yet, postponing her lessons every chance she got. She liked driving with the boys, she even had her own designated seat. Being their neighbour meant they’d get her to school too, and that Isaac would practice his own driving on his uncle’s truck with her. He was good, she felt safe.

When they got there, Jackie immediately jumped to Gracie, while Nathan ran to see Skyler, who didn’t truly seem to be as excited. Y/n rolled her eyes so hard, she’d probably get a headache from it. “Careful, you’ll get stuck like that.” Laughed Cole as he closed the door and threw the keys to his twin brother. “I can’t help myself!” She pleads in annoyance as she turns to her best friend for support. When she looks at Isaac, he’s looking over at the fire, not listening to their conversation at all.

He had been mostly quiet the whole ride, which she didn’t necessarily mind. They're used to comfortable silence, understanding each other beyond words. Even before him and Lee went to live with their cousins, they often came to visit. Y/n came to know that truck by heart, always sneakily asking her parents if she could go play with the neighbour boys when she saw it drive past.

Isaac actually had a stutter as a child. He wasn’t always as confident as he seemed now. Ashamed, he often stayed quiet. At first, Lee talked for him most of the time, but as their friendship grew, they learned to communicate without much words early on. The banter came later, when puberty hit and he became popular with the ladies. Sometimes though, when they’re alone, his quiet side shines through. Maybe tonight he just didn’t feel like talking much. That would be fine, but she knew there was something more.

“Hey,” It’s spoken softly. Hearing her voice, he shook himself out of his trance and noticed everyone was gone to exactly where he was looking. He was too bewitched by the fire to notice the people around it. “you’re quiet.” She chuckles. She says it as a fact, as something she noticed, but he knows she means it as a question that needed answering. He rubs the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Oh… uh~ yeah.” A giggle escapes her lips at that. “Recompose yourself, Garcia. You have a reputation to uphold.” He knows she’s teasing, but before he can answer, her hand leaves his forearm and she’s headed towards the party, like everyone else.

People wave at her, Cole screams something, Danny laughs. All he sees is fire. As if she’s walking right into it. She looks beautiful. The lack of her touch is more noticeable now. It feels wrong. He didn’t even notice she was touching him. It’s not unusual per say, but you’d think he would notice. Maybe it wasn’t her voice that drew his attention, maybe it was the familiarity of her touch. She knew that sometimes he was so inside his head that only a gentle squeeze could do the job that words couldn’t. But the fact she kept it, and he allowed it, like it didn’t matter, was what perplexed him. He’d usually be thrilled, but he was too tense to even feel it. Maybe that’s what made him stutter again. She had that effect on him, even though she helped him through it the most. He couldn’t get the idea of her out of his head, but he didn’t know how to tell her.

“Buddy, c’mon.” Danny’s voice pulled him out of his haze. “It’ll just come out naturally when you talk to her, don’t stress about it.” It comes out so casual, as if it was obvious between the two boys. “What are you talking about, dude? I’m just kinda tired. Didn’t even wanna come to this trash party.” He scoffs unconvincingly to his older cousin. “Yeah okay. You were the most excited. You dragged Y/n here, when you know she doesn’t even like parties. Look, if you have something to say to her, just do. It doesn’t have to be special, or a big deal, or even tonight. Now let’s go. She’s all alone in a party she didn’t wanna go to, with people she can’t stand.” Isaac laughs at that, knowing she’s probably poking at Cole’s last nerves or teasing Alex and Lee. He also knew that, sadly, the company of her friends didn’t compensate for breathing the same air as some deeply annoying people. “Well, to be fair, Gracie is a pain in the ass. Girl can’t mind her own business.” Danny pushes his back harder as he holds his shoulders, guiding him towards their friends. “You know she likes you right?” Danny questions, but Isaac just rolls his eyes. “Right, she likes anything that looks in her direction.” The Walter boy nods enthusiastically, as if it was all evident. “Right, yeah. And, you don’t care—obviously- cause you like Y/n, anyway!” Isaac’s head turns sharp at that, but he relaxes at Danny’s unconcerned smirk. He couldn’t get anything past the boy. His feelings were hiding behind a glass window to everyone, but her. Finally giving up the act, he shakes Danny’s hands off him and walks the final few steps towards the crowd on his own. “Shut up…”

When Isaac finally joins the party, he’s immediately swarmed by a raid of girls. Y/n watched from far away, lightly laughing at the absurdity of it all. But, a part of her is jealous. She doesn’t want him to spend time with these girls, he’s supposed to be her best friend. She’s the one supposed to have all of his attention… and more. Before she can shut down that too recurring thought, she feels someone walk up beside her.

“Isaac Garcia, honorary Walter, and breaker of hearts! Why don’t you join the fan club?” The boy teases in a theatrical manner. She recognized him, Matthew, from the football team. “I didn’t have time to sign up, sadly. But I don’t think there’s any more place to join, now.” She mimicked his dramaturgic expression. “King Garcia has a big heart, thou shall not worry! The more the merrier.” She laughs at that. He’s being ridiculous, but it’s getting a reaction out of her. Matthew did not mind being ridiculed if it meant she would be the one laughing. After the laughter quieted down, she answered honestly. “Not for me, I don’t think so.” But she kept their act going, finding it fun. “I have come to accept this sad reality a long time ago, My Knight! When I was still only a small peasant girl.” He smiles, before dropping the Shakespearean accent. “I am glad.” “You are?” She suspiciously questions. “Of course. That means you can join my club. As the face of it, of course. The Y/n appreciation club.” The play is back on, and so are the theatrics. “Oh, I’d be delighted, My Knight. Not many members I suppose?” “Only me, for now, My Queen. But not by lack of trying from others. It’s just that…” His face drops forward comically, pressing her to ask, “That what, My Kight?” Dramatically, he sighs. “They have to fight to the death to join… and I’m a very good duelist. Very motivated… to be the sole member of this club.” “How so?” She truly wonders. “It would mean that I would have your undivided attention, My Queen. That would be a great prize, indeed.” He says, slowly coming back to his true self. Y/n actually didn’t expect that. Most boys don’t give her the time of day, let alone display their affection so clearly. “Oh…” “Oh.” He teases, and she giggles at the realization.

Through the sea of undesirable faces surrounding him, Isaac sees the interaction. Why is she laughing? What could he be saying that’s so incredibly funny? He should be the one making her laugh like that. But, that’s not really fair, though, is it? He didn’t even come up to her since he left the side of the car. She’d be alone if it wasn’t for the footballer. He’s glad she has company, he just wishes it was him instead. Not keeping his eyes off the girl, he distractedly excuses himself from the herd. Slightly pushing people out of his way, he goes directly towards the new pair of friends. Y/n is laughing and twirling her hair. She never twirls her hair. Her dress is pretty. Short. She was wearing a dress? Is it new? He’s never seen it before. Did she wear it for him? For Matthew? Did they talk before tonight? Why is he so pressed about this? Why does he care so badly? Heart beating louder than the music, his hands reach to another random drink. Suddenly, his legs start to walk on their own towards the girl he can’t help but love.

As he comes up behind her, Y/n sees Matthew’s expression change. “Well, time is up, My Lady.” He theatrically bows down to her as Isaac puts his arms around her shoulders. Y/n’s confused at his sudden change of behaviour. “I’ll see you later, Princess.” He winks and walks away while Isaac stands confused. Did he just call her Princess? What a player… What even was their dynamic? He didn’t actually plan on interrupting anything, but now that he did, he wasn’t sure how to proceed. Lost in thought again, he only notices her expression when she yells out the other boy’s name and moves towards him, making Isaac’s drunken arm drop. Matthew turns around and softly smiles at her. He motions for her to come closer and whispers something in her ear. That secret makes her blush, and Isaac is furious, not knowing what was said. Why did he have that effect on her? As Matthew leaves Y/n with a pat on the head, she sheepishly comes back to where her best friend was standing. The closer she got, the warmer he cheeks felt, and apparently looked. Isaac noticed, but didn’t truly understand he was the source of it.

“So? What did cocky all-American football star Matthew want to do with you?” Isaac says matter-of-factly. His words start to slur. Nothing makes much sense, except the thought that she may be in love with someone else. She takes a step back. He suddenly went from quiet to mean. What happened in that pit of girls? Was he tired of breaking hearts? Was yours the only one left? “He’s not cocky, he’s actually very nice…” She tries to add, but it comes out hushed, shy. The words hurt more than she cared to admit. Her biggest insecurities highlighted by the one she cared for most. “And- I’m sorry if it’s too hard for you to imagine… that someone could actually like… me,” It comes out slow, as if she was carefully choosing her words and not only trying not to cry. “but there’s no need to be so rude…” Her last words are barely louder than a whisper. With the ringing in his ear and the loud music, he’s scared he simply imagined it. But her eyes tell him that even if she didn’t say it, that’s how she felt. He was deliberately rude and knowingly mean and he felt absolutely awful.

“Y/n… you know that’s not what I meant…” “I don’t know that…” She avoids his gaze, kicking the sand beneath her feet. “I just-” “You what?” “He’s a jock! He must have bad intentions!” She scoffs at that. “Or maybe! Just maybe! Someone likes me! Crazy, I know! But not that impossible…” “I don’t doubt that anyone could like you, Y/n. You’re-” When she finally looks at him, demanding an explanation, his mind goes silent. How could he tell her how deeply amazing he truly thought she was? “It’s just that- He’s a football star! They’re dicks!” That’s the excuse he comes up with. “Ok? Cole was a football star?” “And he’s a dick! I love him… but look at Erin…” She nods sarcastically. “Well, I’m glad you’re concerned, but I won’t follow him around like a puppy, waiting for attention. I’ve done that enough actually…” She mumbles, but he hears. He always hears her. “Y/n…” She dismisses him with a wave. “Go back to your little fan club, Isaac…” As Y/n walks away she blinks back a few tears that were threatening to spill. Isaac watched her sit down by the fire besides Matthew, hugging her knees. He’s making her laugh, and everything gets more real. He was the asshole, and he hated himself for it. Before going to apologize, he just needed another drink.

As he turns his back to the fire, he bumps into Grace, who didn’t seem this shocked. “God! I didn’t see you!” She feigns innocence, as she offers him a new red plastic cup. Isaac takes it without much thought, constantly looking back at where Y/n and Matthew were sitting. He’s too distracted to care about Grace and too buzzed to even understand what she’s saying. He nods at whatever she’s saying before noticing her hand on his shoulder. “Ew, get off, Grace.” The intoxication in his voice is clear, but he’ll never be wasted enough to want her, or anyone other than the girl he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. Gracie doesn’t seem to take a hint, putting her other hand on his free shoulder. By the time Isaac turns back to look at her, Y/n is already on her feet marching towards them. “Oh no… she’s coming to ruin our fun…” Grace pouts, but Isaac doesn’t hear, too mesmerized by the girl stomping her way to them. “Get off, Grace.” Y/n pushes her off and instinctively checks on Isaac. Taking his drink from him and buttoning his jacket back on, she says, “Ok, it’s time to go, pretty boy.” She softly smiles at him, knowing he doesn’t need a lecture right now. After she puts his hair back into place, she turns to a whining Grace and tells her matter-of-factly, “Also.. Gracie… eat shit and die.” She scoffs and flips her hair like in the movies. At least, that’s how Isaac sees it. His savior in slow motion, he thinks and laughs. He looks stupid and drunk, and so so so in love with her. It’s time to go home.

“Y/n, that was not nice…” Jackie comes up to her, but Y/n ignores her, fully knowing the point of her words were to be mean. She could be the devil when she wanted. And Grace was always a free pass for being bitchy. The amount of times that Y/n had to defend Isaac as a child, she knew how to take care of the boy. This came naturally to her.

“You do not want to feel the wrath of the neighbor girl, Jackie.” Cole laughs as he pats her shoulders and goes past her towards the car. Danny joins him, keys in hand. “She’s his fiercest defender, don’t try her. She’d burn the world for him, I’m pretty sure.” He warns, mumbling the last part. “Walter family! In the car! Now!” Y/n demands, holding Isaac up. “Yes ma’am!” Cole winks at Jackie, who’s slowly understing the dynamics of the family. “No one is safe if he’s the one in danger. No matter how much you think she loves you, there’s no one on earth she cares more about than him.” He whispers in her ear as he sits down considerably close to her. “She’s crazy mad, guys! Get in the car!” Danny yells for the others to come. Lee and Nathan run up to the car, fully knowing who’s boss.

When they finally get home, Y/n walks right past everyone with Isaac to put him to bed. No one says a word, knowing it’d be better not to test her in times like these.

Isaac starts laughing when they go past his door. “Y/n! Are you crazy?” She shushes him for being too loud. “Are you crazyyy?” He tries again in a loud whisper. “What are you talking about?” She can’t help but laugh a little too. “You can’t come into my roooooooom. Not at this hour! No girls over. Aunt Katherine is gonna be piiiiiiiissed.” “I’m just putting you to bed, Isaac. You’re drunk.” She chuckles, pushing him towards his bed so he can sit down. “Oh…” He’s quite obvious in his disappointment. As she chooses clothes for him to sleep in, she tries to reassure him. “Katherine said I could stay tonight, ok? Because of the party. I’ll sleep on the couch.” His excitement is brought back by that piece of information. “Oh! We can watch a movieeeeee, and-” “No, Isaac. We sleep. You don’t want to be visibly hangover in the morning. Then, Katherine would kill you.” She turns away from his dresser and puts his clothes beside him on the bed. “Here. Your pjs. Put them on, I’ll put mine on, and then we’ll go brush our teeth, ok?” “Ok…” His eyes wander to her dress. It’s pretty. It’s short. He wants to tell her it’s pretty. Instinctively, his hands wander to the hem of the dress. His thumb strokes the fabric, it's nice. There’s a silence between them. Y/n doesn’t actually leave the room, like she had planned. “Pretty… it’s-“ “Thanks.” She quickly interrupts. In his daze, his hands move from her skirt to her thigh. The touch is soft, feather-like. He’s scared she’ll break otherwise. Y/n holds her breath, but before she can say anything, he lifts his arms up. “Help.” He simply says like a child who can’t undress themselves. It takes a while for her to process his request, but she doesn’t decline.

When she first touches the bottom of his shirt, and her hand accidentally brushes over his skin, she can’t help but feel her heart skip. It’s not as if she had never seen him shirtless before. Countless summers at the Walter household gave her many opportunities to gawk. But this felt different. The two of them, alone in his room. It’s as if, in her anger at Grace, she had forgotten their own fight.

Matthew had abs too, even more, probably. A football star boyfriend would be great, she tried to convince herself. But the thought didn’t persuade her, as it didn’t give her the butterflies that Isaac’s simple smile easily could.

As she lifts his shirt up, she can’t help but think back at what Matthew whispered to her back at the bonfire party. “Go to your King. Do not settle for a lowly knight like me.” She later tried to explain to him she didn’t feel as though he was “lowly”, but he saw through her makeshift walls right to where she hid her feelings for the older Garcia boy. She didn’t know why he acted the way he did that night, so quiet, and then so rude, but she pushed it all away, they’d talk about it tomorrow.

When she finally took off his shirt, she couldn’t help but stare a little. She quickly shook it off and put his old band shirt on. There were a few holes in it, but with his grey hoodie on top, it didn’t really matter. Looking at his neatly folded red checkered pyjama pants, he got up and said, in the same way as before, “Help.” She chuckled, and turned away to leave. “You can do that part on your own, I’m sure.” She could feel his smirk burning at the back of her head.

In the bathroom, she put her own pyjama set on and started her nightly routine. Hearing a knock at the door, she swiftly opened, knowing it must be Isaac coming to brush his teeth.

They brush their teeth together and Isaac sits on top of the counter, waiting for her to finish taking off her makeup and doing all of her skincare. “You’re so pretty…” The sudden break in the comfortable silence shocks her. Of all the things he could’ve said, she didn’t expect this. Seeing she didn’t answer, he kept going. “And smart too. You’re more than your looks of course, but you are very pretty. I know I make fun of you for your thousand steps routine, but I actually do enjoy it. Gives me more time to just look at you…” “Isaac…” She tried to cut in on his rant. “And- And I didn’t mean that… At the bonfire. I know people like you. How could they not… I just- i just don’t want you to like them…” He was drunk, he’d regret it in the morning. She feels as though she’s reading someone’s secret diary. He’s drunk and an open book for her to skim through. “Isaac…” She warns again, but he shakes his head. “I guess I was just jealous… ‘cause you were laughing… so much with Matthew. What were you even laughing at? He can’t be that funny. I’m funny. I want you to like me…” He groans, hiding his face in his hands. “I do like you…” Y/n tries to reassure him. “Well then… I want you to love me.” She takes his hand, making him look at her fully. “I love you, Isaac. A lot.” He smiles. “You’re my best friend.” It drops. “No…” That was wrong. That’s not what he wanted. “No?” She questions. “I don’t want you to love me like a best friend… I want you to love me as… more.” “More?” “More.” He says it as a pledge. “Will your answer stay the same in the morning?” There’s a smile on her face. She can’t help but dwell on the possibility of what could be. “I promise.” He’s sure of himself. “Ok, then we’ll talk about it when you’re well-rested.” She laughs. “Now get down, sleepyhead. It’s time for bed.” Isaac didn’t argue, knowing full well that in the morning, he’d be telling her the same thing. Over and over again if that’s what she wished to hear.

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siriusly-parker · 4 months

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—more. [isaac garcia, mlwtwb]

“Lowly knights and mighty kings, they all want more”

tags. [fluff, angst, bonfire party, childhood best friends to lovers, jealousy, drunken confessions]

author’s note. [thank you for all of the requests!! i got a TON, so i tried to mix a few ideas into one fic, so i could get it out to you guys as fast as possible! ꩜ i siriusly love you <3]

wc. [4k]

—fic under the cut!

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When they finally get home, Y/n walks right past everyone with Isaac to put him to bed. No one says a word, knowing it’d be better not to test her in times like these.

In the bathroom, she put her own pyjama set on and started her nightly routine. Hearing a knock at the door, she swiftly opened, knowing it must be Isaac coming to brush his teeth.

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‎�� hope you enjoyed it!! comment what you think! and please don’t forget to reblog!!! ◡̈

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#isaac garcia #isaac garcia x reader #isaac walter #angst #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #x you #my life with the walter boys #isaac mlwtwb #mlwtwb #my life with the walter boys isaac

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siriusly-parker · 4 months

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hey could you make me a cover

sure!! i love making covers 😩😩

#—ask box #—anon.#—asks.

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—my life with the walter boys, requests open!!

ꜝꜞ isaac>>> but i’m not gonna lie… i’ve been a victim of the “cole effect” 😩😩

ꕤ sadly, there’s definitely not enough content for theses boys (or at least, that hasn’t clearly been written by ten year olds) so… i volunteer as a tribute ✊😔

plz request some writings for mlwtwb!! i can do hcs and x reader fics <3 I’m mostly interested in cole, isaac, and alex tho ‎𐦂

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siriusly-parker · 6 months

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yayyy!! omg so happy that you’re liking this! (i’m a hufflepuff too, and in big need of a slytherin boyfriend lol)

—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —prologue. [intro]

[series masterlist]

tags. [draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader, students came back to finish their senior year, after the war, fluff, angst, kinda grumpy x sunshine, series]

author’s note. [really really short intro, plz tell me if you’d actually like a series!! ꩜ i siriusly love you <3]

wc. [0.67k]

“Remember! The harder the growing, the higher the grading!” Growled the teacher as the rest of his class started to pack their things and leave.

Mr. Derwen Pembroke was Madam Sprout’s gloomier Welsh replacement after the war. Of the few teachers left, not many came back to Hogwarts. The lack of staff meant that he was the only herbology professor, one who hated teaching introduction classes, as he felt he was overqualified. He constantly reminded his students of it and only kept his rudeness to a minimum with his Advanced crew. As a Herbology 101 student, Draco absolutely despised him.

“Mister Malfoy.” Draco stopped at the door. “You are failing my class.” He turned around and walked deeper inside the class towards his incredibly bored-looking teacher. “Actually, I believe I am not, Professor.” Mr. Pembroke rolled his eyes and put his feet up on his already muddy desk. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You are not failing.” Draco felt he was being condescending. “Yet.” Of course he was. “But, if your thumb doesn’t get as green as that damn tie very soon, you most definitely will be.” He sighs “I would like for you to be tutored for this assignment. Mr. Longbottom should be at the AH2 greenhouse right about now. He’ll explain everything.” Draco nodded, keeping his groaning hushed as he turned to leave the classroom. “One more thing.” Mr. Pembroke stopped him. “Don’t ever try to correct me again, Mr. Malfoy. No one likes a smartass.” The boy didn’t argue, he knew better than to bargain with a snake. “Of course, Professor.” “Don’t be a suck up either.” He was taken aback. What did this man want? But, Derwen laughed before he had the chance to finish his thought. “I’m just kidding, Draco. Don’t be so uptight.” “Well, there’s not much left for me to be now, is there, Sir?” “Smartass.” He snorts.

AH2 meant Advanced Herbology II. Their greenhouse was farther from the castle and closer to the forest, and only AH2 students or personally approved ones, like Draco, were allowed to use it. The small runned down shack didn’t interest many students, anyway. It looked old and disheveled, nothing very appealing.

When he got there, the so-called greenhouse was empty and Neville was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t really in the mood to look for him, so he hovered around all the weird looking plants, many of which he had never even seen before.

As he walked, he noticed a small passage towards what seemed to be like an extension of the place. It ended up being much bigger than what it hinted to from the outside, probably by an Undetectable Extension charm, like the one he used for his bag. It looked more like a national botanical garden than a stupid herbology class greenhouse. Entering the room, a faint melody could be heard from what Draco assumed to be the solarium.

When Draco walked into the sunlit room, he saw her. He saw the bows in her hair first. They were yellow like her skirt and the laces on her shoes.

“Are you lost?” The girl asked without turning around. Draco’s taken aback. He didn’t think she had even noticed his presence. “What?” “I’m asking if you are lost.” She says matter-of-factly. “Oh. Well, I guess I kind of am.” He tries to find the right words by rubbing the back of his neck, “...Sorry.” but she turns to face him with a bright smile he definitely didn’t expect. “No worries! I completely understand. This place is an absolute maze!” Her laugh was warm and it made the boy dizzy. Haven’t heard anyone be so friendly to him in a long time, he tries to change the conversation, so as to not think about it too much. “I’m actually waiting for Longbottom.” “That makes sense.” She smiles. “You can wait here if you want. He shouldn’t take long.” Turning back to caring for her plants, she shifts on her feet. “So… what are you working on?”

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—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —prologue. [intro]

[series masterlist]

tags. [draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader, students came back to finish their senior year, after the war, fluff, angst, kinda grumpy x sunshine, series]

author’s note. [really really short intro, plz tell me if you’d actually like a series!! ꩜ i siriusly love you <3]

wc. [0.67k]

“Remember! The harder the growing, the higher the grading!” Growled the teacher as the rest of his class started to pack their things and leave.

When Draco walked into the sunlit room, he saw her. He saw the bows in her hair first. They were yellow like her skirt and the laces on her shoes.

‎𐦂 hope you enjoyed it!! comment what you think! ◡̈

‧˚ʚ masterlist + requests

taglist ; @daydreamteardrop @ell0ra-br3kk3r @missstratford [restarting my tagging list/system! plz send an ask, comment, dm to be added!!]

#draco malfoy x reader #angst #fluff #draco x hufflepuff!reader #fanfic #fanfiction #flufftober #angstober #series #x you #hp x reader #after the war #angsty Draco #senior year at hogwarts #imagine #draco x reader #neville longbottom as a bestie >>#pansy parkinson being tolerable >>

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siriusly-parker · 6 months

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—halloween hookers and party poopers, rafe cameron.

ʚ warnings: curse words, mentions of date rape + betting + virginity (not by rafe)

ʚ author’s note: i think i wrote this last summer?? i just never finished it, so i added like the last two paragraphs and fixed some mistakes. hope you like it!!

ʚ summary: the last person Rafe expected to come to this halloween party, let alone dressed like that, was his goody two-shoes childhood rival.

ʚ tags: fluff, angst, comfort, halloween, beach, obx, childhood rivals, family friends

ʚ word count: 1.9k

As an unofficial member of the pogues and one of Sarah's most annoying friends, Rafe Cameron didn’t exactly hate her, he mostly just… didn’t really enjoy her presence. She was little miss perfect. She didn’t drink, didn't smoke, didn’t curse. At all. Ever. He, on the other hand, was mean. He was a mess. He was always compared to her during family dinners. And still, she was always nice to him. She always offered a smile. How could she be so stupid? Life would take advantage of her kindness at every chance it got, but she wouldn’t budge. That smile wouldn’t fade and he hated her for it. For doing with such ease something he was unable to do, even if he tried his best. Y/n beat him at everything, and he despised her for being so happy when he stood there so defeated. He hated how everytime his dad complained, she defended him. She didn’t owe the boy anything, they weren’t even friends. She was just that nice. And that’s why when he came to that party, the last person he expected to see dressed as a slut, was her.

“Oh, c’mon! It’s halloween! Live a little!” “I told you already. I don’t drink, Connor.” “Little Miss Perfect doesn't wanna have fun? How unexpected.” he teases, coming closer to the girl, making her hit her back on the counter.

Rafe sits on the couch, only observing the scene from afar. The music was loud and conversations were twisting into each other, but he couldn’t focus on any of it. Nothing could take the boy’s eyes away from her. He didn’t put effort into a costume, so he sat there, against the cold leather of the couch and watched the playbunny-dressed girl laugh.

“She's hot, huh?” Rafe doesn’t move, only hums. Not agreeing, just acknowledging he heard. Kind of. “Perfect Missy here has been betted on all over the place. Twenty bucks each. The first to take the flower takes the cash and the praise.” For the first time since he arrived, he finally looked away. Turning to the boy beside him, he sternly asks: “What?” Kelce’s eyes slightly open in surprise, of all the people there, he didn’t expect Rafe Cameron to care. “Bet still open, you know? You can put a twenty in the pumpkin over there if you mind that much.” Motioning to the plastic bowl with his head. He keeps going, since the other boy doesn’t seem like he’ll answer anytime soon. “Thought you hated her, though?” Rafe hums again, turning back to look at the girl, only now noticing how many boys were really lurking around.

Why her? Every girl there was dressed like a whore so why her? The answer was simple. The answer was awful: She had the “innocent and cute virgin” appeal. Good girl gone bad. That’s what excited these little boys that much; who would be the one to brag about it. Who would make her the porn star they all dreamed of.

Rafe wasn’t a saint. For God’s sake he was the devil, but even he knew this was wrong. They all knew. The only person who didn’t seem to actually notice was her.

“My money’s on Beck. Look at the dude, hands on her waist and everything.” Rafe’s still watching, he doesn't do anything. She’s a big girl, she can handle herself. He doesn’t owe her anything, they’re not even friends. “Oh, shit. The guy’s really going for it.” He laughs. “Looks like her ‘waist’ is getting lower and lower. Damn, he’s good.” Okay, that’s enough.

He gets up from his seat, and makes his way to the scene. Without a word, he takes Beck’s hand off of the small of her back. Quickly noticing his presence the wholesome bunny asked: “Oh, hey Rafe! Did you finish your chemistry lab report? I can help you if you need, I know you-” Shutting her up by pulling on her ponytail, something he learnt as a kid, he fakes a smile and takes her by the forearm, taking her away from the conversation without even having the time to politely excuse herself like she usually would.

“I didn’t know it was a secret, I’m sor-” “It’s not.” “Then what’s happening? Why are you mad?” “I’m not.” “You are.” “I’m not mad.” “Yes, you are. You have your angry face on.” He stops in his tracks and sighs. “I just saw Cody Irvin and Jack Robinson spike your soda and there's more than 200 dollars in that bowl,” He turns her head towards it with his calloused hands. “betted on who would take your virginity. Is that enough for you?” She looks down ashamed as she follows him out of the party. Feeling bad for taking his anger out on her, he mutters out his best attempt at comforting the girl. “It’s not your fault.” “I’m the one dressed like a fucking hooker.” He chuckles at the sudden language and absurdity of it all, but ends up asking the question he was holding back since he walked through the door: “Why?” “Sarah’s idea…” “Of course.” “But now she’s with John B, and Kiara's with Nat, and I'm all alone. It was supposed to be a group costume.... I feel so stupid.” If it wasn’t for their newfound distance from the party, he hardly could’ve caught the last part she whispered. But he wanted her to know that he did, so he managed a little “Don’t.”

Finally in front of his stupid truck, everything gets blurry with her realization of the situation and tears start to roll down her face. He doesn’t know what to do. But she looks so alone. She looks so tiny and sad. So he hugs her. He’s not very good at it. But he hugs her. For once, he wished he wasn’t so tall or so strong or so much bigger. She didn’t need a big man to defend her right now, she needed a good friend, someone who wouldn’t break her at the slightest touch. Barely touching her, he takes her in between his arms so she can cry it all out. As the pink button up gets wetter, the boy gets more comfortable. Back leaning on his car door, Rafe caresses her hair, as gently as he knew how. Her breathing gets more even and she looks up at him with teary eyes. “Can you bring me to the beach?” He nods.

Like the gentleman he usually isn’t, Rafe opens the car door for her and fastens her seatbelt, as if she didn’t know how. She looked so miserable that even after all these years of bickering, all he wanted was to take care of her frale little self.

The car ride was peaceful. No music, no talking, no crying. Just the wind on her face. He took small opportunities to look at her when she closed her eyes for a while. She had a little smile on her face and he didn’t wanna miss it. Ever since she was little, she had always liked to ride with the window open. As a child, Rafe thought it was stupid and that she looked like a dog. Tonight, Rafe thought she looked beautiful.

“Stay here.” He tells her as he gets out of the car. It’s not like she’d ever dare budge anyway, she knew better than to disobey the Cameron boy. The blind spot mirror caught him walking back with blankets and what seemed like clothes. He opens her door and puts the blankets and clothes on her lap. She tilts her head, not really understanding where it all came from. “They’re clean.” She lets out a laugh, and gives him a questioning look again, asking for further explanations. “Sometimes, life is shit. So I kinda run away, and…. I don’t know. I like to have clean clothes ready, I guess.” She nods. “Put that on. I’ll wait over there.” She waited a bit more, as if to tell him there was something still missing. She liked how sometimes she didn't have to talk and he would just understand. Rolling his eyes, he finally answers: “And I won’t look.” She smiles as he walks away.

Shielded of potential stalkers by Rafe’s car door, she started by putting on the t-shirt he gave. Per usual, a million thoughts were running through her head, but the mess suddenly stopped at— Percy Jackson? Was she wearing a ‘camp half-blood’ t-shirt? Either he truly forgot or pitied her enough to handle all the teasing that would come from it.

Looking around to make sure her surroundings were clear, she took off her costume under the seemingly giant orange piece of garment with the same technique of a 12 year-old getting ready for gym class. She then put on his sweatpants and rolled the bottoms for what seemed like an eternity, letting her mind wonder about a height difference she got used to over the years.

Rafe used to mock it as a disadvantage she inherited from her ‘weak bloodline’. But that was many years ago, during his reading-the-dictionary-like-Eminem phase where he used his newfound vocabulary to put her down. She never let it get to her though, she knew that her indifference fueled his rage way more efficiently. But an occasional ‘nerd’ mouthed across the table would also do the job.

Her mind wandered through childhood memories and she noticed how things had changed since then. She can’t remember the last time she saw a book in the boy’s hand. Maybe it was at the start of the summer, when he burned his textbooks in a bonfire with his stupid friends. He got quieter too, as if limiting the amount of words he could share with her. She suddenly didn’t deserve his fancy teasing anymore. Or maybe he just got smarter, learned from her years of winning streaks and decided that silence was way harsher than any insult he could come up with. He stopped teasing her height, at least with words, he now took cups from the highest cupboard without even a glance and gave her inexplicably long sweatpants. Maybe that made him even meaner than before, maybe that was all part of his plan. He was in it for the long run. But before she could overthink it more, she heard the devil himself.

“Hey! Stop standing there, dumbass! You’re the one who wanted to come to the beach.” Well, maybe he didn’t get that much smarter.

She quickly closed the door and wrapped herself in the blanket he provided. Running to the safety of the small wooden steps where the boy sat, her feet felt comfort in the contrast of the cold sand in between her toes from the previously painful gravel.

“Better?” “So much better. Percy Jackson is especially comforting for me.” He laughs and rolls his eyes. “I’m trusting you with this information. Don’t make me regret it.” “Me? I’m a saint. I would never. I may keep it for blackmail though.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head in disapproval, as if it would hide his smile. “Tsk-tsk-tsk, shame on you.” Silence settles in between them. Not completely. The whispers of the crashing waves and the singing of the sand underneath their feet spoke the words they would never dare to utter.

“I’ve missed this.” She smiles.

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꩜ i siriusly love you <3

꩜ i’m really not sure if i like this lol, but i hope you guys did! i know i ended it in kind of a cliffhanger so tell me if you really want a part two or if i should leave it up to your imagination!!

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