Skyla-Mae

One of the comments said, "I just know He hears 'Abbaaaaaaa'," and that was just too cute to not share 😭

Join me on my attempt to design, plan, and build my academic journey while maintaining an aesthetic that I actually enjoy. I have no idea if I will stick with this past the end of my term (04/10) because I have a month-long break before my summer semester begins. But that's the future and I can't control it.

I can, however, control my actions right now, and that's what all of this is about.

Entries, in order:

The Prelude - https://www.tumblr.com/communities/studyblr/post/812292600098848768/bubblegum-blueprints-the-prelude?source=share

Chapter 1 -

Hey guys! Soooo.. uh.. yeah, first real post! I really wrote this for a friend in our text messages but honestly I liked it enough to share. Thinking about making 'Draco Drabbles' a series.

Rating: Teen (I'd give it a 16+)

Genre: Friends with mutual pining

Pairing: Draco x Fem!Reader (Reader is unnamed, uses she/her pronouns, and has hair. Apologies to my bald baddies, I promise I do love you.)

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, racism (against Muggleborns), suggestive flirtatious remarks, suggestive comments about your reading habits

Proofread: Not a chance

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Draco Malfoy hated many things. He hated lazy people, like Mattheo Riddle, who half-assed their way through school. He hated bitter tea, and he hated when it got lukewarm. He hated when he spilled his ink, or when his leather shoes began to crease, or when that one hair just wouldn't lay down, no matter how much hair gel he used.

But above all of that—and perhaps even above his distaste for Muggleborns—he hated being ignored.

And right now, you were ignoring him.

Perched in an armchair, hair over your shoulders, wrapped up in a Slytherin sweater that you probably crocheted for yourself. He frowned at that. Your crocheting always got on his nerves. It required focus, and that meant you weren't paying attention to him.

Granted, you weren't working on a project at this moment. Instead, you were halfway through a book you'd only started today, a leg haphazardly strewn over an arm of the chair, mismatch fuzzy socks on your feet.

He watched as you licked your finger to separate the next page. It made him scowl. Sure, he understood wanting to finish a book in one sitting, but surely the plot wasn't as interesting as him, right?

"Malfoy, mate, you look like you're about to start whistling and blowing out steam," Theodore chuckled, pressing a beer bottle to his lips.

Draco sent him a sneer. "Mind your own business, Nott."

Blaise chimed in as well, a knowing look on his face as he spoke, "He's got his knickers in a twist. A certain someone isn't giving him what he wants."

A chorus of laughs sent Draco's skin into a burning flush, his fingers twitching in agitation. Maybe he should add his own friends to the list of things he hated.

Pansy leaned over the back of your chair, whispering something in your ear that made your eyes finally leave the pages and flicker over to Draco. His stomach did the thing. Finally.

His lips twitched, his embarrassment and annoyance forgotten as he held your attention. "What you reading there, love?"

A snort came from one of the boys in the room, probably Mattheo.

But you smiled at him, and he couldn't find it in him to glare.

"Nothing too interesting," you said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "Romance. Enemies to lovers. Academic rivals. It's pretty good, but a little cliché."

Draco clicked his tongue. "You're so predictable. Enemies to lovers.. Do you consume any other romance tropes at this point?"

He watched as you rolled your eyes. He knew you weren't mad. That pretty smile was still on your face.

"Oh hush, Draco. I happen to fancy a little tension, maybe a few arguments over petty nonsense, even a few threatening jabs that are said with red faces. Is that so wrong?"

Draco hummed, accepting a drink from Lorenzo. He would have preferred something sweeter—not that he'd ever admit it—but he didn't want the others to mock him.

"I suppose there's nothing wrong with that," he said, raising the glass to his lips. His eyebrows quirked over the rim as he stared you down. "But remind me to never be your enemy, love."

He watched in amusement as your face pulled into that pout-like expression, the one you made when something was going over your head and you were struggling to understand. Merlin, you were too cute.

A soft gasp pulled from your lips as you finally realized what he meant, and you closed your book—though not without sliding your bookmark into the pages. You weren't a peasant, after all.

Enemies to lovers, not wanting to be your enemy.. not wanting to be your lover. You knew he was just poking fun, but you couldn't resist giving a jab of your own. "Draco, that sounds like something my enemy would say in that situation."

It was his turn to look confused, and you barely held back a giggle. Exasperated groans and comments came from the others as you and Draco did your usual dance, neither of you daring to cross the line, but always teetering on the edge of being more than friends. Mattheo muttered something about the 'pathetic display', and Pansy gave you a knowing smirk.

"Oh, love," Draco purred, the alcohol already loosening his tongue. He was suuuuuuch a lightweight. It would've been laughable if his tone didn't have you shivering. "If you wanted to act out your silly little books with me, you should've just said that."

Pansy spat out her drink, laughing and choking all at the same time. You had half a mind to tell her to shut up, but in your flustered state, all you could think about was the cocky blonde across from you, still smirking like he had won.

Pansy's laughs finally quieted from hyena shrieking to normal volume. "Oh my- Oh Draco- You have no idea what you're asking for!"

Your eyes widened even more. Not this girl and her big mouth. "Pansy, don't–"

But she interrupted with another laugh. "You've never actually looked at what she reads, have you?"

Draco's smug smile fell. His eyes narrowed at Pansy, clearly annoyed the moment he shared with you was ruined. "What's that supposed to mean, Parkinson?"

"Pansy," you warned through grit teeth, sure your face was hotter than hell at this point.

Summary of me:

My pen name is Skyla R.A. I am almost 18 years old—my birthday is March 05. I currently reside in the southern United States. My favorite colors are pink and green, like cherry blossoms and the color of eucalyptus. I am a Christian, so you'll likely find many Christian themes in my original writing, as well as the occasional post about my faith. My current goals in life are to graduate highschool with as many electives as possible (I'm homeschooled!), to finish the first draft of my original Christian fiction novel, and to finish the Bible by September! (I'm doing a plan and so far have finished Genesis.)

I write original content as well as plenty of fanfiction, so here are some fandoms I write for:

Avengers

X-Men

DC (this is more of an upcoming thing as I explore more of the content)

Harry Potter (you will see a lot of this)

Percy Jackson

Heroes of Olympus

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

The Hunger Games

Criminal Minds

NCIS and its off-shoots

S.W.A.T.

Bones

Attack on Titan

Moriarty the Patriot

Black Butler

My Hero Academia

I'm sure there are others but those are the ones I can currently think of. A little reader discretion:

• I do not write smut of any kind. There may be possible allusions to it but I wish to keep my writing aligned with my own faith.

• I do write angst. I love writing angst. Some of my writings may have trigger warnings. Please pay attention to them if I have labeled sensitive content.

• More than likely my reader inserts will be female due to it being what I'm used to writing. But upon request, I will write gender-neutral or male reader inserts.

My page is a place of respect, however I do have opinions and views that I will occasionally post about. Any bullying or hateful comments to me or anyone else will result in immediate action. We can disagree, but don't be hateful.