#anyway thanks for the request sage even tho this isn’t what u signed up for lol

[burninlovebutler]

Hi bestie! 11 for the drabble prompts?

- Sage 💚 (@sagesolsticewrites)

prompts here✨

thank you sageykinz for the request 🥰

why i thought reblogging FLUFF and DRABBLE prompts was a good idea when i can’t write anything sweet or short 😭 idk but here it is

this came out kinda long so it’s actually more of a drObble , i apologize - also sorry if it sucks 😅

[i also kinda changed the wording of the actual prompt sorry 😅]

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‘We’re friends now, sorry, there’s no escaping it.’

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“That’s not how you’re supposed to do that.” You frustratingly grumbled looking over at your irritating co-camp counselor Austin’s dumpster fire that didn’t resemble neither an art or a craft.

You two were sat at the back of a cabin monitoring the adolescents messing around with glue and glitter in front of you. It was only about a week before camp was over and you never had to see this annoying blonde ever again. Between the kayak incident – which you were still finding chunks of seaweed out of your hair – and then there was the bonfire incident… and he even cost you the ‘Most Honorable Camp Counselor’ award. You couldn’t wait to get home and start your summer internship. But here you were, building popsicle stick huts with the menace that had been assigned to you.

“You ever think maybe I want it to look this way?” He gave a sly smile back, carefully placing a glue covered stick atop the mess he called a house.

You glanced over and tried to stifle a giggle at how ridiculous it looked, but promptly regained your composure.

“Ah see!” He laughed nudging his boney shoulder into you, “You do think it’s a masterpiece!”

How someone could be so infuriating and have such a cute laugh, you had no idea. But you hated it. At least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself all summer.

“I never said that,” Returning your attention to your pristine popsicle stick home. “But maybe yours isn’t that bad.” Hiding a tiny smile as you added some puffballs to your roof.

Just as you were about to put your final touches on your wooden home, the blonde stealthy slid your homes together, gluing them to one another. “Austin!” You gasped and smacked his arm, “I worked hard on that!”

He just gave you a playful smirk, “Look we gotta be friends, we’re neighbors now.” Then shrugged with a big grin, “There’s no escaping me.”

Even more annoying than the boy himself was the flutter in your tummy when he smiled at you like that. But you rolled your eyes with a groan, “Fine. But if we’re neighbors I have two conditions.”

“Shoot.” He said confidently like he was on the edge of a victory, ready to cross the finish line.

“No parties,” You pointed a finger at him and narrowed your eyes, “And no kayaks.”

He chuckled remembering the entire boat tipping over and your high pitched screaming, “No promises.”

(i was also requested a Part 2 to this, if you wanted<3)