#flower!reader

[prncesschloe]

—𝜗𝜚 how rafe cameron and flower!reader met 💭

previously; flower!readers intro

god, how good did rafe cameron feel to be back in good ol’ obx, and not whatever tropical country ward had tried relocating the camerons onto. he’d already handled and checked off a few of the things he needed to do aswell.

convince barry to help him steal the cross? check. actually steal the cross back? check. make it clear to ward that he has the upper hand now? check. melt the cross down? work in progress.

so now— here he was, at barry’s place going over all the shit they would need to achieve this step of this whole cash grab. and i just want you to imagine the look on rafe’s face when you— someone he’d never seen— and almost took for a touron, just walks into barry’s crib, not even muttering a single word before barry’s up and abandoning their conversation. grabbing what seemed to be a shoe box, which he didn’t know existed until this very moment, that was decorated with white lace, glitter and words titled ‘blythe’s magic grass’ written in big dainty cursive on the top.

and too make everything even more of a mind fuck, you hadn’t even seemed like you knew who the hell he was. he thought that you were just playing games at first, acting all on edge in his presence. (which was just your irrational fear of kooks in general) to which he thought was in results of his return and the whole peterkin situation, only to find out it wasn’t after he’d asked you what your name was. he was immediately shot back with, “what’s your name?” he didn’t know wether to be glad that this odd looking pouge— that he was slightly intrigued by didn’t know who he was and what he was known for, or to be taken back at the fact.

but if there was something rafe cameron did know, on this new path of exploring life without having wards iron grip on him— chaining him down and shaping him to be a obidient dog. was that whoever this chick that he had never seen a single day in his life, was a once in a lifetime opportunity take now— or a never see her again type of girl.

as soon as you left the trailer, picking up the dropped beach bicycle out on the front of barrys patchy front yard.. rafe didn’t hesitate to ask all the details about you, barry having to stop himself from knocking the light out of him at the mention of ‘a hot, odd, piece of work.’

AN : this is my first ever fic so i hope u guys enjoy ^w^!!!

[blossomingbby]

♯ ᖴꙆᙓᒐᙃᔑ!

but is part two!!

fratboy!chris x flower!reader. part one is here!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: nothing but cute flerts and stuff.

ᴘs: thats the second part , I got too excited to post it so I did it!! is a little different cuz is a day after the part one , but the part 3 will be a real continuous part , hope you guys enjoy!! love yall :)

It was one of those mornings; cold at the start of the day was common, and with the start of the day came the beginning of classes at Newbry Everything felt a bit more lazy, so to speak.

Leaving his shared, somewhat messy house late as usual, Chris was on his way to college with some friends, but nothing a few minutes' delay couldn't stop him from catching up on the material. They walked calmly, alongside Chris were Nathan and David, fraternity friends, they shared some things together, frat boy stuff and such.

As they walked, they talked about a few things, about what they did over the weekend and things like that, until the conversation turned to Chris. Natan sighed after the brief conversation with David ended, and then said

""what did you do this weekend, Chris?I didn't see you at home on Saturday."

Chris turned to Nathan as he walked, finally paying attention and becoming part of the conversation.

"i went to my mother's house, bought her some flowers, nothing special."

Natan looked at David and then at Chris, puzzled. What? Is that all?

"No girl to tell us a story? No way out, nothing? Who are you and what did you do with the real Chris?"

David asked jokingly, but somehow genuinely asking, and Chris replied quickly.

"Come on, man, life isn't just about girls and kissing everyone, family matters too."

Even though he was talking about family, a part of him knew that the pretty, super-smelling girl from the flower shop wouldn't leave his head, and he knew she was the complete opposite of him when it came to things to do on a weekend, and that made him want to change somehow.

"Okay, I understand, family is important to you, but you really didn't do anything? You didn't go out, you didn't have fun or anything?"

David asked again. The questions were irritating Chris, but he didn't want to be rude, not now so early in the morning (even though he was clearly late).

"Can you stop with the questions, please? We can talk about so many other things besides this."

David raised both hands in surrender. At that moment, they arrived at the college. The large gates were open; finally, a little peace. Since he was in different classes than Nathan and David, they separated. Finally, Chris could breathe.

He was fiddling with his phone while walking to his next class and BAM! He bumped into someone. It wasn't a hard bump, but it was enough to knock something out of the person's hand. He hadn't paid attention yet; he only knew he had bumped into someone. He bent down and picked up what happened to be a small bouquet of pretty purple flowers. He looked at the name of the flower shop, and there he already knew who it was.

He looked up and there she was, y/n, or rather, flower now. She smiled when she noticed it was him, as he stood up and handed her her fallen bouquet.

"Hey, nice to see you here, I thought it would take longer for us to accidentally meet."

She said, that delicious scent entering his nose again, my god, he was going crazy, if she wasn't on his mind, she was right in front of him.

"Well, cool see you here too, sorry to bump into you, I was a little distracted."

he said with a nervous chuckle, He ran his hand through his hair, he had a little smile on his face, it was all her fault.

"I realized, it seemed quite far from here"

She's playing around and laughing a little. He looks at the flowers in her hand and sees no reason not to ask.

"Who's the lucky guy who's going to win this beauty? I thought it was the man who gave the flowers, not the women."

She giggles and raises an eyebrow, replying.

"There's no 'lucky boy' here, it's for a friend, I'm single, sir."

He chuckled at the "sir" part, responding in kind.

"It was a good try, miss flower."

She chuckled, glancing to the side, then back at him.

"What class do you have now?"

He thinks for a moment, not yet used to the schedules.

"lab stuff , and you?"

She smiles again; it seems fate really does play with coincidences.

"seriously? Me too, we better go then."

He smiles too looking towards where the laboratory was and then at her.

"Then pick up the pace, flower."

okayyyy thats aaall. , the part 3 will probably be bigger, im alredy working on it to get my total of 0 followers happy lol. but jokes apart im loving writing

[prncesschloe]

ϧ୧ someones knocking at the door, welcome in.. flower!reader

white soft sand god is a woman

colored tattoos & matching piercings

flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers

will always question the meaning of life, gets a new hyper-fixation on different philosophers, poets, authors, artists, singers etc

smoking>>drinking ethereal-being

spring showers, part of her gets high off just being in the rain

high-key finds kooks scary

decorating her long locs— puts them up in pigtails with long ribboned bows

loves dying her hair, each time she colors it represents a different stage of her life

hand-made clothes sza and beabadoobee

her heart aches for long soft sex, but only receives harsh fucks. she blames it on the fact she does onlyfans and only attracts ‘losers’

both a girl and boy kisser, don’t get her started on that one girl

deeply connected to mother nature, being nude constantly in the solitude of her small house— resided on the cut, providing her a quiet life

a frog in another life polaroid pics gardens in her surprisingly large backyard

ϧ୧ her real name is blythe iyora, whos single mother cut her off at the ripe age of 16 all marren yearly type of shit

ϧ୧ believe it or not, but has the kookiest mom— she even lives on the mainland, or she did last time flower!reader checked

ϧ୧ has two dogs, both adopted— don’t shop. a dalmatian who’s spots are brown instead of black, and a cream colored, long haired dachshund

ϧ୧ not only does her social media portrait her aesthetic, but her onlyfans does as well. posing in her lush backyard full of flowers and tall grass, or just posting a random pic of a squirrel on a log. her subscribers love it

ϧ୧ speaking about her backyard, she absolutely adores it. references to it as the ‘garden of eden’, a big large pond on the side that took days of convincing barry to help her build it, home-grown fruit + vegetables, flowers that she considers her children, etc etc

ϧ୧ is so self-kept, that when her name gets mentioned anywhere. It’s 85% chance they’ll have no idea who she is, and if they do, the only words they describe her with is ‘that one fairy lookin bitch?

ϧ୧ flower!reader who gets her weed from barry, he even wraps her shit up in lacey bows— he has no clue on why he does it. only excuse is that he thinks of her as a sister

ϧ୧ flower!reader who is still oblivious to the fact that as soon as she left barrys trailer, he almost knocked out rafe when he asked barry for her number, and said she looked like ‘a strange hot lookin’ girl’

ϧ୧ thought she was tweaking every time she saw rafe out in public more often than the week prior, then proceeded to be even more tweaked out everytime he tried to make his advances on her. would hit him with the “are you talking to me?” line as she looked around for anyone around the two of them.

ϧ୧ she finds herself up at night sometimes, sitting on her hammock wondering what her mom was up to, in to which her wondering turns into her getting reheated all over again at the fact that she left her all alone.

ϧ୧ her house is whimsical as shit, blames it on the fact that she missed out on half of her teenage experience. and overall being forced to grow up and get her shit together.

ϧ୧ whenever any of her onlyfan subs asks flower!reader about all the toys n stuffed animals she owns, she tells them that she’s a collector, when she knows damn well that all 19 of her stuffed animals are named and cared for

ϧ୧ brushes off the fact that she hallucinates a tad bit, barely though.

[prncesschloe]

flower!reader and rafe’s relationship at the start kind of gave joe goldberg and becky when he was telling her he’d do anything for her

[prncesschloe]

thinking abt how flower!reader started to get annoyed at how often rafe started popping up randomly, so by the time rafe finally got the urge to show up at her house. her first reaction was to slam the door on his face, just as quickly as she opened it, only for rafe’s big arms to force his way inside and then proceed as if he didn’t just flip the switch between aggressive and sweet.