Ji Eun:.. S-Sangwoo… who’s that?
Sangwoo: My friend, obviously ^-^
Friend 1: *side eyes Bum* Alright….
Girl: Well since we are all here, Let’s play a drinking game!
Friend 2: Like what?
Girl: Never have I ever!
Friend 1: How do you play that?
Girl: Simple! We go around and say “never have I ever…” and something you actually haven’t done but if we /have/, we take a shot. For example, “Never have I ever… Skipped school.” So if you /did/ skip school, you take a shot. Easy!
Friend 2: Alright, let’s play. I’ll go first…
*A few rounds later*
Girl: Me next! Okay, never have I ever had my first kiss!
*Everyone except Jin Eun takes a shot*
*Jin Eun gets embarrassed*
Sangwoo, being the asshole that he is: Awww how cute~ Don’t worry Jin Eun, I got one just for you~~~
Jin Eun: *blushes* :D
Sangwoo: Never have I ever messed up on a performance live ^-^
Jin Eun: :c *sadly takes a shot*
Friend: Okay, okay I got one! *Looks straight at Bum* Never have I ever broken a bone
Bum: *Looks Sangwoo dead in the eyes as he takes two shots*
Girl: Why did you take two?
Bum: *tipsy (bc let’s be real, Bum is probably a light weight)* One for each of my broken leg *side eyes Sangwoo*
Friend 1: Alright, it’s your turn
Bum: *pretends to think* Hmmmm…. Never have I ever….. murder anyone, kidnap, torture anyone in emotional or physically abuse, manipulate them into sucking you off, humiliate, degrade them, forcing them into female clothes and cleaning your fucking dirty ass house and have them fear for their life constantly. :)
Everyone else: …..
Bum: *grabs an unopened bottle of Soju and slams it infront of Sangwoo* :) Drink your shot, honey :)
The final box. The last box had finally made it into my new
apartment. Looking at the piles of cardboard in all areas of my studio
apartment, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of unpacking still in front
of me. After sitting down on my bed, since it was about the only thing set up
and not covered in boxes, but still didn’t have any sheet on it, I decided food
would be the first thing I needed since my stomach had begun to growl almost an
hour ago. “Alright so now what box is it?” I asked myself.
I started with the boxes in the kitchen. After opening three
I determined I should have labelled them before closing them because now there
was no way to determine what was where.
Once I finally found a box that contained some food items, I
decided the easiest and quickest option was a box of macaroni and cheese. Now I
needed to find something to cook it in. Remembering I had seen a box with my
pots and pans when I was searching through the boxes in the bathroom. Quickly I
hurried and found the precious box I was searching for. Now I was finally
capable of making myself supper.
It wasn’t until I needed to stir my noodles that I
discovered I had no utensil. Throwing open two more boxes I finally found them
in a box on the couch. At this point almost all the boxes were already open, so
as I waited I started to empty some of the ones for the kitchen since I was
Once I had eaten and put the leftovers in the refrigerator,
I started to unpack some more boxes. Since the next thing I would need to do is
shower, I found those boxes and unloaded it. Towels, shampoo, blow dryer were
all in their rightful place. Well next I’d need to sleep so I found the sheets
for my bed.
Now I had too many empty boxes, I could barely move around
my apartment so taking as many of them to the dumpster was the next thing on my
Having cleared out several boxes and feeling somewhat
accomplished, I sat down on an empty space on my couch to look through my phone
for a bit. My mom had called so I sent her a quick text letting her know I was
safe. She didn’t like the idea of me moving four hours away to a city I barely
knew just for an entry level job at a law firm. But I explained to her it was a
great opportunity that I wouldn’t get back home and so she finally allowed me
Looking around the room I found the sign I had painted with
my favorite inspirational quote from my favorite band. It was the quote that
had gotten me through all the hard times at school, saved me during a finals
week or two.
I decided to get some fresh air. Stepping out into the cool
breeze, I found the perfect place to hang my sign out on the balcony. After
standing there for several minutes, I decided I needed to buy some sort of
chair so I could sit out here and enjoy it.
Feeling like I had done enough for the day and figuring it
wouldn’t be good to show up on my first day tired, I decided it was time for
Rai struggling in Math because there is no Lukedonian equivalent for Calculus and the kids finding out and deciding to help him study in fantastic and memorable study sessions
M-21 not being able to sleep until he does one last passthrough of the house to make sure everyone is alright because he’s already lost one family, and he’s not going to lose another
Ik han and Tao having another face-off with their hacking skills. Tao being excited to teach Ik Han everything he knows. Ik Han absolutely fanboying over Tao’s skills
Tao and Takeo and M-21 really, actively trying to find out about their pasts/bonding over their shit experience at the Union
The general aftereffect of Rai trying coffee/energy drinks for the first time
More of Rai and Muzaka being best friends working through issues. More of Rai and Muzaka being enemies who were once friends with too much bad blood to really patch things up. More of Rai and Muzaka and their conflicting ideals and passions and generally very potentially intriguing and complex relationship
More of Rai and Muzaka in general
More Rai and Frankie enjoying being with each other.
Acknowledgment that Frankie literally spent almost 1000 years alone and what that would do to a man
Seira and Regis and Rael dealing with ptsd because they are literally Noble children and should not be going through any of this really and the household helping them through it and them being conflicted because they are supposed to protect humans, not the other way around.
Any form of character development that doesn’t involve an overdone battle and a wish to become stronger.
He’d be a little picky about choosing one specific set because ‘it has to perfect, alright?’ Max is a perfectionist and a visual human being, so everything must be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. That doesn’t mean he’ll shut down all of your suggestions but it’ll take a while until he’s satisfied with the results. Much to your frustration, of course. Steel your nerves. He’d make you parade in front of him for all to see and if you’re not hiding the hickeys he gave you last night, that’s a plus in his book. He’d have that serious look on his face that says he’s very proud of you being his lover as he examines you over, hiding his smirk behind his hand. ‘This colour suits you best. Goes well with the love bites.’ he’d say to tease you, earning a very adorable blush from you. He’s not really up for any adventures just because he hasn’t found the perfect changing booth yet. You’ll eventually get there someday. Don’t make him wait too long (or maybe you should) because he’d get really impatient after seeing you changing so many times; he couldn’t wait to get you back home and take those panties for a test. He can get pretty excited just looking at you in those cute frilly panties he selected especially for you.
Anon: What about one where the reader is going out with the girls for a fun Halloween themed night and Henry doesn’t want you going out in the costume that you’re wearing cause he thinks you’re showing too much skin.
Boyfriend does my makeup youtuber au with Jun please
Sorry for the delay! This was such a cute request, hope you like how I wrote it! ^^
“You want me to do what?” your boyfriend asked in disbelief, lips stretched into a wide yet confused smile and arms crossed by his chest as he stood next to the chair you were sitting on. You grinned.
“Do my makeup! It’s for Youtube,” you said cheerfully, pointing at the laptop you had open, your Youtube channel showing Jun all of your videos and your grand amount of subscribers. He inspected the screen for a while before turning back to you, one eyebrow quirked.
“Is this one of those challenges, like that cinnamon one?” he asked, still curious and unsure, and you thought for a while before shrugging.
“Kinda, but not at all,” you laughed, and he snickered, too. At last, he gave you a meaningful nod.
You were just about to start setting everything up, when Jun cleared his throat. “So… what do I do? It’ll be filmed and all, so…”
“I don’t know, do my makeup and… just be yourself,” you answered, heart warm because of how adorable he looked, all unsure and kind of nervous despite loving being on camera. His face lit up at your words and he leaned down to kiss you gently.
“Like this?” he asked a bit cockily, grinning when your eyes fluttered open with your lips still puckered, ready for the kiss to continue.
Swallowing, you shook your head. “M-maybe a bit less kissing on-cam.”
Once you had gotten your camera and make-up collection ready, you and Jun sat down on the edge of your bed and started filming. He was stiff at first, practically pouting at the camera while waving his hand with a low “Hi everyone, I’m Jun, Y/N’s wonderful boyfriend.”
You explained what the challenge was about, both to Jun and everyone who would be watching your video later, and he nodded in understanding when he finally got the whole picture, chuckling to himself. “So you trust your face with me?”
Turning to look at him, you giggled and held his hand for a moment. “Of course.”
He stood up and looked down at your makeup, all spread on your desk and ready for Jun to use. Taking a small stick, he turned to you with a small frown. “What’s this?”
“A highlighter,” you said, slightly amused, and laughed when Jun just shook his head and muttered that you probably wouldn’t be needing it. When he spent another few moments just staring at everything in his disposal, you chuckled. “Do you have any idea what I wear daily?”
Jun’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and even though he gave you (and the camera) a very confident “Of course I do,” you knew he had little to no clue.
Keeping his confidence, though, Jun took a bottle of foundation that seemed like it had been used a lot and reached for a brush he could recall seeing you apply it with, all the while taking glances at you to make sure he was on the right track.
“He has no idea,” you mouthed to the camera in amusement, laughing when Jun squinted his eyes at you as he sat down.
“I’d like to remind you that I’m the one with your precious makeup,” he joked while taking off the cap of your foundation, and froze for a moment as he tried to think of how to proceed. You giggled quietly, but it soon turned into a bubbly laughr when Jun began taking the foundation over your face, pumping thin streaks of it here and there.
“Alright,” you said with a nod when he took the bottle away, and without saying anything, Jun took a gentle hold of your jaw and took the brush to your forehead.
“I have no idea how this will end,” he said with a grin, amusedly watching the foundation spread around your face, changing your skin tone ever-so-slightly. You watched his lips part when he focused hard enough, trying to make sure everything was nice and smooth, and you giggled at both that and how the brush tickled your skin a little.
After the foundation was done and Jun had added the smallest bit of shading under your cheekbones and seemed satisfied, he picked up a powder and started patting it around your face.
“You seem like you know how this goes,” you stated in amusement while Jun made sure the powder was everywhere. He grinned as he put it away.
“I see you do this almost every morning, so,” he chuckled and turned to look at the remaining makeup. “Any wishes?”
You appeared thoughtful for a while before grinning playfully. “Just do whatever you feel would look good on me. Go wild.”
All you got was a nod before Jun started thinking, picking out a bit of this and that, comparing shades and occasionally taking a look at your face; whenever he did that, you could see the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.
“Okay, this is what I’ll use,” Jun huffed and carried some makeup from the desk to the bed, showing them to the camera one by one. “Alright, so there’s some mascara, eye shadow, a really nice lipstick and… this thing that Y/N uses for her eyebrows.”
“An eyebrow pen,” you said with a giggle, at which Jun shook his head.
“But you have eyebrows even without…” he mumbled to himself while taking the cap off the eyebrow pen and moving his eyes between it and your eyebrows, thinking about how to proceed. You looked at him expectantly and finally closed your eyes when Jun brought the pen to your left eyebrow, taking it lightly over it one time after another, drawing out the lines and filling in, trying to remember how he had seen you do it on occasion. “It’s basically the same, but… more defined?”
You nodded. “Exactly.”
From there on he moved on to eyeshadow - at first he got too much on your eyelids so he got the excess off with his thumbs with such gentleness that your heart felt warm and you smiled so widely that you could already tell it would look stupid on camera, at least in your own eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Jun laughed when the eyeshadow was finally done; there wasn’t too little or too much of it anymore, and it was your most used shade, too. You shook your head as a sign that it was nothing.
You looked at the makeup next to you and giggled when Jun took the mascara into his hand. “Oh, this will be interesting.”
Jun quirked one of his eyebrows while rolling the brush part open. “How so?”
“That needs a lot of focus,” you said, eyes big and meaningful, but Jun just laughed and shook his head.
“Nah, it’s easy.”
As it turned out, it was a lot tougher than he had initially thought. You kept getting the mascara on your cheek and eyelid, and he tended to also go too close to your eye which had you blinking, and while you laughed heartily, Jun tried to hold back his own snorts as he tried to get it off with his thumbs and cotton swabs, all of his teeth showing with the grin he was unable to erase from his face.
“I’m trying, okay,” he laughed, and you burst out in an even louder laughter.
“Didn’t you say that this would be easy? Do I even look presentable anymore?” you asked amusedly and squinted your eyes when Jun just gave you a hasty nod, as if avoiding the topic, and put the mascara away.
Even applying lipstick proved out to be a bit of a challenge for Jun, as he seemed to go outside of your lips continuously, but you were thankful he didn’t get any on your teeth, at least.
“Okay, do the smacking thing with your lips,” Jun said after putting the lipstick away, and smiled to himself when you did as asked. “And now if I just…”
He leaned closer and rubbed the areas above your upper lip and below your lower lip with his thumbs, getting away the last bits of lipstick he had not been able to remove earlier. You looked at his focused face and his plump upper lip carefully, your heart continuing its steady beating but feeling stronger as it did so, warming you up and making you smile.
Jun looked at you proudly after he had handed you a mirror and you were looking at yourself through it, your expression growing more and more impressed when you inspected different parts of your face.
“It’s surprisingly good, actually,” you said in awe, turning your head from side to side and melting into a smile. “I was expecting it to look awful, but…”
“Impressive, right?” Jun asked with a smug grin and turned to the camera while pointing at you a little. “Can you guys believe I’m dating someone as good-looking as Y/N?”
You nudged him while laughing, the mirror now lying behind you on the bed. “It looks really natural. Thank you.”
At that, Jun gave you a fond smile. “You look gorgeous without any, too, so…”
You were just about to hug him when he continued.
“…and someone as handsome as me deserves someone as hot as you by their side.”
Squinting, you let your hands fall down again, and Jun laughed loudly.
“I’m kidding! I love you for a million reasons and most of those are because of the inner you.”
With your cheeks heating up a little, you pursed your lips. “…I might edit this out.”
In the end, you didn’t, though, and instead had a small compilation of Jun’s best moments at the end of your video. There were surprisingly many of them, most of them being just Jun making weird faces when he focused hard enough or when he was confused with the makeup - or when he was getting too cheesy to be true with you.
Your favorites were the clips where he stole quick glances at you, and similarly Jun loved the parts where you were looking at him with a smile visible in your eyes, too.
“You alright son?” John asked as he hurried past Stiles’
room and found the boy lent on his desk with his head in his hands.
“Scott just called (Y/N)’s up and moving again but we have
no idea what happened last night to make her so ill.” Stiles sighed.
“Well here, this is the report I helped Lydia fill out… it’s
not going in the files but I figured I could help get as much detail as
possible.” John handed the folder to Stiles who started pouring over it.
“Wait when did Lydia call me?” Stiles asked out loud as he
hurried to look through his phone. “Look, you did the same thing with Scott
right, line up what happened at Scott’s and at the school.”
On the sixth day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…
At first, you hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. The days were growing shorter as winter fast approached, your duties as an Assassin still outranking all other aspects of your life. You were training when Altaïr greeted you, his lips straight and his hood covering the rest of his face. He claimed he wanted to see your progress. Of course, you were more than ready to show him how much you’d improved. He had, after all, constantly taunted you.
So you’d sparred with him. Blow after blow you parried each other, neither one of you ever able to hit the other. It was tiring work and lasted long into the night. By the time you called a truce, the sun had long since set and the moon was lighting the sky.
“I can walk you home.” Altaïr offered, voice as stoic as ever.
“It’s alright, I think I can handle any trouble on the way.” You chuckled lightly, sheathing your sword.
Shrugging, you nodded. He walked by your side as you made your way through the twists and turns of the village, the natural light of the skies your only guide. Normally, you’d enjoy the walk home, the beauty of the peaceful roads and the smell of flowers in the air. However, today it was a little more unpleasant, the awkwardness between you and Altaïr taking away from the scenery.
Your eyes flicked up to him, his face unreadable beneath the shadows of his hood. You’d never really spoken to him all that much outside of your Assassin duties, besides the occasional mission you’d have to take with him. And never had he spent more time than necessary with you. In fact, you’d gotten the impression that he, like with most people, disliked you. You were, after all, the only woman Assassin.
But this, this was truly an odd scenario. The great Altaïr didn’t go out of his way to walk anyone to their home, let alone you. So why the sudden change?
“If you don’t mind me asking,” you began, the curiosity itching away at you, “Why are you walking me home?”
His muscles seemed to tense at your question, the lips that were barely visible turned down. He looked to be struggling for an answer.
“You are too worn out to be effective against any danger you might encounter.” He finally settled on that answer, not entirely sure with how that’d boat with you.
“I’m quite capable,” you scoffed, glaring at the pebble your foot kicked in annoyance. The distance screech of a crow took your attention, a sigh being released into the air.
“Even after hours of training?”
That annoying sense of self-importance had slipped back into his tone, causing you to grit your teeth.
“Yes, even after that,” you bit out, stopping abruptly. “Why don’t you go bug someone else?”
Honestly, you’d heard enough talk about not being good enough for three lifetimes, you really didn’t want to hear anymore. Altaïr seemed to fumble with his words for a moment, nodding solemnly and turning his back. You could’ve sworn you heard a soft apology tumble from his lips, but then again, it could’ve been the wind. Shrugging to yourself, you shook off the event and continued on. You doubted anything like that would ever happen again anyways.
The second time it happened, you began to think that maybe there was something Altaïr needed to tell you. It’d been two weeks since he offered to walk you home, most of which you’d spent avoiding the git. He had, although indirectly, suggested that you were incapable of watching out for yourself. You’d been just returning from a short three day mission for a little recon. There hadn’t been any trouble but you had found yourself in need of a break. So, naturally, you went to the river.
The water rushed by in a roar, the soft current tickling at your bare feet as you stood in the water. It was much like what you had done as a child, playing within the cool waters. The temperature didn’t bother you so much as the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, a flash of white robes appearing before you.
“Altaïr?” You questioned, watching the Assassin curiously.
His eyes were on you as you stood knee-high in the water, his hands behind his back.
“(Y/N),” he greeted, nodding once and unsheathing his blade.
The silver glint was blocked by a thick coat of scarlet blood, the sure signs of a recent killing. It seems he’s come to clean his blade. You sighed, turning away from him and moving further into the stream. It was soaking your robes, the thick cloth becoming even heavier as it absorbed the water.
Nostalgic thoughts occupied your mind as you leaned down, immersing your head fully into the liquid. It was relaxing for exactly one minute before a hand ripped you out of the water, your gaze meeting two wide, very beautiful, golden eyes. Altaïr had a look of panic, both hands gripping your shoulders.
“What was that?” You asked, breathless from the time under the water and the sudden disruption.
“I-” He froze up, not entirely sure how to answer it.
“You?” You prompted, setting your lips in a thin line and fixing him with a glare.
“You didn’t come up to breathe and so I thought…” He trailed off, realizing that he still had his hands on your shoulder.
Altaïr pulled away with surprising speed, taking a step back from you.
“That I was what? Dead?” You bit your lip to stop your laugh.
Clearly, the man was a little more than flustered. He shook his head, dragging in a deep breath.
“Well, I just assumed th-”
“It’s okay, Altaïr, really.” You assured him, flashing him a brief, albeit meaningful, smile.
He released a breath, nodding to you. The rush of water ran thickly between the two of you, his mouth opening like he wished to speak more, but no words came out. Strange, he was like that when escorting you home. What was it he seemed to have such trouble spitting out?
“I have to go.” He announced, practically fleeing the scene. You stared where he once stood, an amused smile tugging at your lips. Perhaps Altaïr wasn’t as bad as you made him seem.
It was the third time that you truly understood what was happening. Al Mualim had sent you to Jerusalem with Altaïr stating that he needed two people he truly trusted. Naturally, you and Altaïr had been his first choice. For most of the trip there, Altaïr had been silent, only breaking it when he thought it time to set up camp or retrieve supplies. You didn’t have much desire to speak to him, instead trying to read all you could from his expressions.
All you’d managed to gather in your observations was that he couldn’t hold eye contact with you for more than 5 seconds without looking away and he seemed to have the hardest time biting his tongue when it truly mattered. But there was still something that he wasn’t telling you. It was in the way he’d send you these looks when he didn’t think you were paying attention or the way he’d say your name, like it was a treat to be savoured instead of a mere word to call you.
He’d left you at the campsite an hour ago, leaving you to build a fire while he left in search for water. You’d grown worried, not that you’d ever admit it, but your fears were snuffed out when he approached, his feet moving as gracefully as ever. In both hands he held, presumably, filled waterskins, the scent of cardamom and mint wafting over with him.
“There isn’t much wood to keep the fire going,” you admitted, gesturing towards the dimly lit fire that barely stood a foot above the ground.
“It is good enough.” He said, taking a seat beside you.
You raised your brow, surprised that he didn’t have a complaint about how small the fire was or how you couldn’t find any wood to make sure it was adequately supplied. He handed you your waterskin, either ignoring or oblivious to your shock.
“Thanks.” You mumbled, taking a cautious sip.
The water slid down your throat like the finest of wines, the feel intoxicating. You’d gone hours without drinking and you hadn’t even realized how thirsty you truly were.
“You are welcome.” Altaïr replied lowly, the reply nearly causing you to choke on your water.
Altaïr, the self-important, high and mighty asshole, just acknowledged your thanks. He was full of surprises, his hand lightly patting your back as your coughs subsided. You swallowed, looking upon his face after you caught your breath. His hood was down, something you’d only ever seen twice before. The fire was reflecting off his tanned skin, outlining his sharp cheekbones and full lips. His eyes, golden like the sand under the harsh rays of the sun, were shining brightly to you.
His mouth opened, almost as if he wanted to saw something, then snapped shut with an audible click. The crackling of the fire was the only thing keeping the silence at bay, your mind running with a million possibilities of what it was he was wanting to say. It couldn’t be a coincidence, you’d seen him try to say something too often for it to be that. No, he wanted to say something.
“Altaïr,” you started, keeping his gaze with yours. “What do you want to say?”
His lips parted, tongue moving but no words being uttered. He seemed to be stuck, unable to voice whatever was plaguing his thoughts. With a frustrated growl to himself, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your mouth towards his. He met your lips with a fiery hunger, his movements rough and needy. You gasped, the sound being swallowed by his mouth as he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in.
Your hands, frozen until now, rested on his shoulder blades. Your lips moved against his, matching his ferocity with your own, your tongue sliding along the roof of his mouth. He responded positively, wrapping an arm around your waist so he could properly lay you back, resting himself between your legs.
“Altaïr,” you breathed when he finally released your lips, watching him with wide eyes.
His tongue darted out to swipe along his swollen and wet lips, the gold of his eyes now only a sliver in the darkness of desire.
“I was wrong.” He admitted, his thumb rubbing over the apple of your cheek. “You can handle yourself, but I would rather you didn’t.”
You furrowed your brows in question, one of your hands rubbing between his shoulder blades.
“What do you mean?”
“I admire you.” He stated, his normal confidence back. “More than I should, but I can’t do anything to stop that. I would like to keep you safe, even though you don’t need my help doing it.”
You smiled up at him, his own grin mirroring yours. He definitely wasn’t that bad.
Girl Meets the Inevitable - a future GMW script headcanon (part 5)
The first four parts:
Alright yall it's been a hot minute but here I finally am, at like one in the morning, with the last part of Girl Meets the Inevitable. This one's a bit short cause it's the end of this episode but the story is gonna continue in the next one! There's also gonna be another episode set before this one and they're both gonna be co-written with bmwwritinggmw! There's gonna be more explanation and announcements regarding this endeavor in the future, but for now, I hope y'all enjoy the last part and thanks so much for reading and being so lovely!💜
(Riley and Maya at the bay window, Riley’s head is on Maya’s lap, Maya is stroking her hair)
So...do you wanna talk about it?
...maybe later…I kind of just want to lay here right now if that’s okay.
So...*checks watch*...oh would you look at that! It's later! Are we gonna talk about it?
*still trying to be sensitive but* Riley, come on, you’ve gotta say SOMETHING.
*sits up* What is there to say Maya? You heard what he said.
I just need some context, honey. Like how mad are you, is this a “get over it in a week or two” kind of mad or a “we’re cutting Farkle out of our lives forever” kind of mad?
I don’t... I don’t think I’m mad him.
You sounded pretty mad a few hours ago.
But I don’t feel angry I just feel...I think I just got my feelings a little hurt.
(this is the first time Riley has actually looked Maya in the eye, and Maya just now realizes that she’s been crying)
That sounds like a reason to be angry to me. *ready to FIGHT HIM*
But I know he never meant to do that, he’s Farkle. He wants us to be happy. He was just scared...I mean that’s what he said right? And either way, what he said is true.
...That I’m naive. That I’m “too emotional to think straight.”...he’s right. *laughs a little* I mean, of course he’s right! He’s a genius, and he knows me better than anyone.
*smiles, but she’s still teary-eyed* Except you, of course.
Better. And what he said was still too harsh. You’re optimistic is all, you’re a dreamer, Riles, that’s a good thing!
No, it’s not always a good thing, Maya. I dream so much that I have no idea what’s actually happening. How can I be mad at him for telling the truth?
Because he made you feel bad about yourself and that’s not okay. He’s never done that before.
But I needed to hear that. I needed to get out of Rileytown so that I could deal with this situation practically and logically, the way Farkle does.
Because my way obviously hasn’t been working! So I’ve been trying to figure out what this situation looks like from his perspective.
And...*sigh* I’ve come to the conclusion that...maybe this just wasn’t a good idea.
Riley I’ve talked to him and that’s not what he’s thinking! He doesn’t even know-
You talked to him?
Yeah, when you were in your Smackle meeting.
He’s just...he’s just scared, he doesn’t know exactly what’s going on but he’s worried about you, you know how he gets. He just doesn’t want to lose you.
Exactly! It’s too much of a risk, I mean, we’ve already nearly killed each other and we haven’t even talked about being together yet! We’re just so different... Smackle says that’s a good thing, that we balance each other out, but how are we supposed to be together if we can’t even agree on one stupid assignment?
But that doesn’t change how you feel about him does it?
Not even a little bit. *getting more emotional now* But I will always love him as my friend before I like him as some boy, and as someone who loves him, I wanna do what’s best for him. And it’s best for everyone that we just forget this ever happened.
So we’re back where we started? Squishing down your feelings till they go away?
I’ve made my decision, Maya. *she means it*
*sigh* Whatever you want, sunshine.
*chuckles* It’s not what I want. (She puts her head on Maya’s shoulder, she proper crying despite her stubbornness to be rational) But it’s the right thing to do.
Alright, the last couple Sundays I’ve done Drabble Sunday, it’s been a pretty good hit, which I absolutely love! It’s been so much fun for me to write without thinking so hard about it. SO! I decided to set up a tag list SPECIFICALLY for Drabble Sunday.
You will be tagged in: A) The original post announcing I’m taking prompt requests for Drabble Sunday. B) The reblog of the original post for timezone differences. And C) each and every Drabble written (usually about 10.)
I AM DOING THIS ONE WAY AND ONE WAY ONLY IN ORDER TO KEEP TRACK: YOU MUST SEND ME AN ASK!
Only those that send me an ask requesting to be tagged for Drabble Sunday will be tagged. Reblogs, replies, and DM’s will be ignored. It’s just easier to keep track this way.
(I won’t be replying to asks until I have time to sit at my computer to put them into my tag list doc, so please try not to get impatient and send me multiple asks, I promise I’m not ignoring you. If you see I’m replying to asks and yours does not get a reply, then feel free to send me another one.)
I won’t be doing Drabble Sunday this week or next due to needing to get some budget stuff done this week and plans next week to attend the Festival of Colors Holi Festival with my BFF. So the next one will be the first weekend in April. This gives two weeks to get your tags requests in, promise I’ll remind you.