#drag race asks thingie

[adrienneleclerc]

Do you think you can do a Lewis Hamilton imagine

When Y/N is at a New Year's party because her friend dragged her along and she just got out of a really long relationship and Lewis is also there and he sees her across the room all sad and alone so he walks up behind her and grabs her shoulders turn her around and kisses her and walks away without saying nothing and she doesn't know Lewis is a driver and Lewis doesn't know that she's a famous photographer and they meet maybe a few years later or later month whatever you want to do and F1 gives her a job to be a photographer for them

Oh and I want a cute fluffy ending if you can do that thank you so much xoxo

Oh and can you make Y/N Mexican

As a Mexican myself, a Mexican Y/N should be easy to write, sorry it took me so long to write this. My wifi went out when I tried to save this. I don’t know if this is what you had in mind but I hope you like it!

Once Upon a Kiss

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Mexican!Reader

Summary: Famous photographer, Y/N L/N, and Formula 1 driver, Lewis Hamilton, kiss at a New Year’s Eve party without knowing anything about the other. Their paths cross once again when Y/N is hired as Ferrari’s new photographer.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: MY FIRST LEWIS HAMILTON FANFIC TO CELEBRATE HIS HOME RACE WIN!!! Also I do mention a stereotype where Puerto Rican men are trash

Y/N was in her apartment watching her favorite movie and eating ice cream in a Stitch onesie. She then heard the door open, her friend Ofelia entered the apartment with takeout.

“No, no, uh uh, there’s no way in hell you’re eating ice cream right now, I got us Chinese food.” Ofelia said.

“Great, put it on the counter,” Y/N mumbled.

“Why are you in a stitch onesie? It’s only 8pm.” Ofelia said.

“Because I wanted to. Did you get the chicken wings and pork fried rice plus my chicken broccoli and white rice?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, why do you need 2 orders?” Ofelia asked.

“One for today, the other for tomorrow, obviously.” Y/N said.

“Anyway, we have a party later tonight.” Ofelia said.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Y/N asked pointing between them.

“You and me, we’re getting super dressed up and going to a rooftop party.” Ofelia said.

“Who’s hosting?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t know, a friend of a friend of a friend.” Ofelia said,

“We’re going to a rooftop party in New York City in the middle of winter?” Y/N asked.

“They have those heating lamp thingies. Come on, it’ll be fun, take your mind off of Derek.” Ofelia said.

“Don’t mention Derek.” Y/N groaned, opening up her takeout container to start eating.

“You see, I haven’t to mention it because you can’t stop thinking about him.” Ofelia said.

“De que hablas? I haven’t thought about ese cabrón mal parido in a minute.” Y/N said. Ofelia silently counted down from 3. “The audacity ese hijo de su madre had to cheat on me.”

“I mean what did you expect, Y/N, he’s Puerto Rican.” Ofelia said.

“But we’ve been together for 8 years, I just don't undertsand what i did wrong." Y/N said.

“No, no, no, no, you did absolutely nothing wrong, guys like him only cvare about getting their dick wet, thats it. Anyway, eat and then get dressed. Actually shower first, outfit, hair, makeup, that party is gonna be amazing! Apparently the guy who’s hosting lives in a penthouse.” Ofelia said.

"Sounds fun." Y/N said.

"I've also been sending your portfolio to my bosses..." Ofelia started

"Lia, don't. I told you i was going to look for photography work myself." Y/N said.

"But everyone is DYING to work with you, imagine taking photos for Elle, Cosmo, Vanity Fair, they love your work." Ofelia said.

"What if I want to work somewhere else, outside of New York?" Y/N asked.

"I can live with that, just please don't go to Jersey." Ofelia said (sorry if you live in New Jersey, its just a very New York thing to shit on Jersey)

"Deal." Y/N said.

Hours later, Y/N was showered, hair was done, makeup was perfect, and the outfit was giving 90s supermodel, SHE was givng 90's supermodel. Ofelia was sitting on the couch when Y/N came out.

“Aahh, you look AMAZING, okay, lets go, I have the invitation and I’m so happy his building has parking.” Ofelia said.

Girls showed ID and invitation to the doorman and bouncer when entering the building and accessing the rooftop.

“Wow, this party looks lit.” Ofelia said.

“Yeah, it does. I wonder how they got the heat lamps up here.” Y/N said. Ofelia was looking around until she saw her friend.

“Oh my god, hey! I saw my friend from work, I’ll see you later, okay.” Ofelia said walking away

“You can’t just leave me here!” Y/N tried shouting but Ofelia wasn’t within hearing range. “Great.” While Y/N was just observing the party, keeping to herself, Lewis Hamilton was by the DJ booth, hyping up the party.

“Make some noise, NYC!” Lewis said and everyone cheered, but he saw a woman by herself who didn’t cheer at all. He thought she looked quite beautiful, even under the low light. “Hey man, I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, I’m gonna start the countdown in a few.” His DJ friend said. Lewis nodded, dapping up the DJ before getting down from the stand to look for the woman he spotted. It took a while for Lewis to find her since she was moving too, looking for her friend, but she eventually stopped at the table where there were chips and drinks. The DJ started counting down to midnight, Lewis was standing near Y/N but didn’t make a move.

“Happy New Year!” Everyone shouted, Lewis turned Y/N and kissed her, walking away after they pulled away. Y/N stared at him when we walked away, he looked so familiar. Y/N felt someone else grab her shoulders.

“Y/N, you got a New Years kiss, from who?” Ofelia asked.

“I have no idea, but he was a good kisser, I’ll tell you that much.” Y/N said,

6 weeks later, Y/N was on her computer reviewing her emails and she screamed. Ofelia came running out with a baseball bat.

“What happened? Is it the rat again?” Ofelia asked

“What? No, I got an email from Scuderia Ferrari.” Y/N said.

“The Formula 1 team? You don’t even watch the sport, why the hell did you apply?” Ofelia asked.

“Well i have always wanted to travel, apparently F1 drivers travel ALL THE TIME, this is in Maranello, Italy, I always wanted to go…” Y/N said,

“You don’t speak Italian.” Ofelia said,

“I’m learning, chingada madre, will you let me finish?” Y/N asked. Ofelia nodded her head. “Anyway, Scuderia Ferrari are looking for a new photographer, I’ve seen the posts they made on Instagram, my photography style is very similar, I’m sure the person in charge wouldn’t want the Instagram page to lose the ‘essence’ of Ferrari so looks like I’m their new photographer. Ah, I am so excited! I start in a few weeks, they have emailed me my plane ticket for the following week, even temporary housing until I can get a proper place and a company car (unrealistic but it seems nice).”

“Wow, the people at Ferrari are very generous. I’ll help you pack.” Ofelia said.

2 weeks later, Y/N arrived at the Italian airport, was greeted by a Ferrari employee, and was taken to her furnished apartment. Y/N called Ofelia and showed her the view and everything. Y/N hung up, got her camera, and walked outside her apartment for a little while to take pictures of everything until she got a call from her boss.

“Hey Mr. Vasseur, how are you?” Y/N asked.

“I’m doing well, have you settled in?” Fred asked.

“I have, thank you for asking. To what do I owe your call?” Y/N asked.

“My drivers landed in Maranello today, do you think you can come to headquarters tomorrow?” Fred asked.

“Yeah, you bet, see you then.” Y/N said.

The next day, Y/N was entering the Scuderia Ferrari Base in jeans, white button up blouse, sneakers, and a Ferrari cap because of the sun. She was greeted by Fred.

“Y/N, so nice to meet you in person, how was the drive?” Fred asked.

“Very good, thank you so much for the car. What am I supposed to take pictures of?” Y/N asked.

“Well Hamilton and Leclerc are training on the sim because we have the Australian Grand Prix in 2 weeks. Come, I’ll introduce you to them.” Fred said, leading Y/N to the training room where they have the racing simulator.

“Ha, I beat your time!” Lewis said.

“Yeah, it won’t happen again, mate.” Charles said. Fred then cleared his throat, causing the drivers to stand up.

“Gentleman, this is…” Fred started

“No way, you’re Y/N L/N, I bought some of your photos from a New York gallery, you’re very talented.” Charles said, shaking her hand.

“Oh thank you so much, I was wondering who paid so much money for my photos.” Y/N chuckled, she turned to look at Lewis, they stared at each other until Y/N held out her hand for Lewis to take it. “Okay so do whatever it is that you were doing to I can take some photos. So go on the simulator, talk, do whatever.”

“What kind of photographer are you?” Lewis asked.

“Well, i Don’t specialize in anything if that’s what you’re asking. I have taken landscape photos, I’ve been a photographer on a vogue photo shoot, taken runway photos, even photos of animals. So I’m an…everything photographer.” Y/N said. “Again, do whatever is natural, im sure your fans will love to see you guys bonding now that you’re teammates.”

Y/N took photos of them talking, being on the sim, even some of them just walking around the Ferrari base.

“Okay so I think I got some pretty good shots, you can check it out before I show Fred.” Y/N said. She connected her camera to her laptop so the drivers could see the photos better.

“These are really good, Charles was right, you’re very talented.” Lewis said.

“Why thank you. What about you, charles? Are my photos to your liking?” Y/N asked.

“Yes they are, I never doubted it.” Charles said. Charles left Lewis and Y/N alone so he could change out of his Ferrari clothes.

“You recognize me, don’t you?” Lewis asked.

“How could I forget the man who gave me a new years kiss. I thought I’d never see you again, kinda made it up in my head that you were a secret agent or something.” Y/N said, Lewis laughed.

“Sadly no, I’m just a formula 1 driver. I’m surprised you didn’t know who I was at the party since it was my party.” Lewis said.

“You were the host my friend was talking about! The one with the penthouse, no fucking way. Also, Mr. Billion Dollar Man, you didn’t recognize me either, you were the one who kissed me, meaning you spotted me first, prior to our kiss, and charles knew who I was right away.” Y/N said,

“True. But why were you by yourself? You looked sad, did something happen?” Lewis asked.

“Well my boyfriend of 8 years cheated on me, my friend dragged me to a party and then went off to see the friend who invited her, so yeah, that’s what happened.” Y/N said.

“Who could possibly cheat on you? You seem so sweet” Lewis said.

“Thank you, but you Don’t know me.” Y/N said.

“How about we change that. You want to go out for lunch?” Lewis asked.

“I would love to.” Y/N said.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

[nyoomfruits]

62 for omegaverse thingy!

62. "Wait! Your knot is too big-"

Oscar is big.

Lando feels like maybe this is something he should have known, beforehand. Should have asked about, before he signed the contract Mclaren pushed in front of him, stating that if he went into heat during a race weekend Oscar would help him out.

It hadn’t seemed important, at the beginning of the year, when he and Oscar had barely known each other. After all, Lando was pretty good at scheduling his heats around the race weekends, and so there wouldn’t ever be a need for Lando to see Oscar’s dick.

But F1 is stressful. Adrenaline fueled and go go go which is how Lando finds himself here, in the middle of an emergency heat triggered by everything that’s been happening in the past week, sprawled on a hotel bed completely naked, sweating, desperate, begging for it, Oscar towering over him, lean and naked and-

Big.

“It’s okay, I got you, it’s okay,” Oscar mumbles, hand dragging through Lando’s hair, and Lando keens, high and whiny, wanting to reach up and pull Oscar closer closer closer till they meld together somehow, until they become one.

He feels delirious with it -  the need -  wraps his hand around Oscar’s bicep and tugs, a small desperate motion that barely seems to move Oscar, but does result in Oscar finally taking pity on him, after an unnecessarily long period of soft touches and encouraging words, things that are all very sweet, but things Lando doesn’t have time for. Not when he needs to be filled, needs to be knotted like, yesterday.

Oscar pushes in, antagonizingly slow and frustratingly steady, and Lando’s breath hitches, because it’s big big big and it’s pressing into him in all the right ways and his inner omega purrs, happy and excited and filled, and he makes unintelligible moaning noises, grabs uselessly at the sheets as Oscar keeps pushing inside, slow, gentle, life altering.

Lando’s had other alpha’s, before. Of course he has. Has spend heats with them, ruts.  But there’s something about Oscar above him, pushing in slow, his eyes not leaving Lando’s face for a moment, eyes intense and pupils blown, that makes it feel different. His scent is heavy in the air, fresh and peppermint-y, wrapping around Lando’s much deeper chocolate scent like it belongs, like they were always sort of destined to mingle together.

Oscar bottoms out with a heavy groan, falling forward so his face ends up mostly in Lando’s neck, wet mouth brushing over his mating gland right there, and Lando keens again, loud and pitched and desperate, pushing up, whispering please please please into the stale hotel room air.

Unfortunately - or maybe fortunately, Lando’s stupid omega brain is too sex drunk to differentiate between the two - Oscar completely misreads his pleading and rights himself again, starts slowly moving in and out of Lando.

The movement only emphasizes how big he is, filling and stretching Lando like nothing has before, rearranging his insides until everything is Oscar Oscar Oscar. He moans, his hands scrabbling across the sheets to grab at nothing while Oscar keeps going, steady and relentless.

Lando’s own cock, which has been painfully hard since the moment Oscar stepped into his hotel room twitches every time Oscar hits his prostate, and it doesn’t take long - an embarrassingly short amount of time that he blames on his heat - before he’s spilling all over his own stomach.

Oscar makes a satisfied grunting noise, but doesn’t relent, keeps pounding into Lando, and Lando whines because it’s too much too much but also it’s not enough, not enough at all, needs all of Oscar everywhere at all times, needs him close close close.

He’s making unintelligible whining noises, mumbling words he desperately hopes Oscar can’t hear because there’s no way they’re anything short of embarrassing, when suddenly he feels something pushing against his asshole, and realizes it’s Oscar’s knot.

Lando panics, all of a sudden. Because if Oscar’s cock is big, his knot might actually fucking ruin Lando. He’s already so full, feels it stretching him impossibly, and there’s no way, no way- “Wait!” he pants, and Oscar stills immediately, looks at Lando with big, worry filled eyes. “Your knot, it’s too big, I can’t-“

“Hey,” Oscar says, voice soft, so soft, his hand suddenly on Lando’s sweat covered face, holding him, gentle, caring. “Hey, Lando, look at me, you’re okay, yeah? You’re okay. I’m taking care of you.”

Land whines, because he is, Oscar is being a good Alpha and he’s taking care of Lando, and Lando trusts him, he trusts him so much.

But.

“So big,” he mumbles. “So big.”

“You can take it,” Oscar says, and it’s not a threat, or a dismissal. It’s the same way he says ‘Lando has better race pace’ or ‘The car is not good in slow speed corners’. It’s a fact, clear and simple, and Lando nods, Oscar’s fingers sliding from his cheek down to his neck, over his mating gland. Lando whines, low and needy, and suddenly Oscar’s knot is expanding, pushing inside slowly but unrelenting.

Lando moans, and it feels so good, so full, so stretched, and he comes again, Oscar’s knot slowly filling him until there’s nothing but Oscar Oscar Oscar.

When he comes down from his orgasm Oscar has flopped himself forward, rolling them over carefully so Lando is on top, snuggled into Oscar’s chest, knot still buried deep within him. Oscar was right, he could take it, and his inner omega purrs happily at the feeling of being so incredibly full. Lando himself might purr a little too, because Oscar lets out a soft little laugh, his hands splayed over Lando’s back, rubbing comforting circles into the skin.

Lando lets himself be lulled into sleep by slow movement of Oscar’s breathing, the feeling of being full, so full, and the press of Oscar’s lips against his forehead.

[wanderingblindly]

Hi sweetheart!!!!!!!!!!!! for the drabble thingy, 9, D, sebchal👀💖 love you💖💖

oh my god this was so fucking fun to write, thank you for the GENIUS prompt choice love!!!! cranked this out before i went to bed, i hope you enjoy the slight crack vibes!!!!

prompts here xx

Oops! All Twink Death (Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel, 1k words)

His head is too far up on the pillow.

In fact, it’s all wrong; the sheets are pulled up too high, not pooled around his feet like they usually are. There's a second pillow pressed up against his back -- actually, why is he sleeping on his side? He's been a stomach sleeper his entire life.

Sebastian groans, rolling over. It's never a good sign to break routine on a race weekend, especially when it's so easy for the smallest detail to linger like a rain cloud overhead -- a constant feeling of wrong-footedness. Cutting his losses, he peels back the sheets and flings his legs over the edge of the bed, slamming them onto the floor with much more force than usual.

Is the bed… lower?

His feet shouldn't touch the floor that quickly.

His hands grip the edge of the bed as he stares down at his feet. Suddenly, he catches it from the corner of his eye -- longer fingers, more pronounced veins on the back of his tanned hands, and well-manicured nails. His stomach lurches when he brain catches up, a panicked confusion building in his throat.

Because those aren't his hands. Sebastian knows these hands, knows the way they feel against tongue and teeth and flesh. Faster than a jump start, Sebastian flies off the bed -- tripping over his bigger feet -- and stumbles over to the bathroom mirror.

In Charles's distinct accent, he gasps: "What the fuck."

Frantic knocking on his hotel door confirms his immediate thoughts: that should be Charles with his body, then.

With careful steps, his new center of gravity more unsettling than sailing rough seas, Sebastian moves to open the door. "You'll wake the neighbo--"

"What did you do?!" Charles cuts him off, pushing his way into the room and grabbing Sebastian -- himself? -- by the wrist, dragging them both away from the door.

"What did I do?" He scoffs, both a little offended and amused as Charles paces across the room, tugging his hands through his hair agitatedly. It's bizarre, seeing Charles's youthful and expressive body language on himself -- almost like a return to a Sebastian long-gone.

"Well of course it wasn't me!"

"I mean, at least we switched with each other?" Sebastian offers, moving to sit down on the bed. He pats the space next to him, encouraging Charles to come tangle in his arms; maybe it's best if they both calm down first. "Because, well, it could be worse, right?"

"Could it?" Charles asks, voice pinched and eyes bright -- nearly manic. "I'm old, Sebastian!"

Ouch.

Sebastian smiles wryly. "Oh are you?"

If Sebastian didn't have the hottest driver on the grid wrapped around his finger -- if he hadn't always had the most desirable drivers under his thumb -- then maybe that would have hurt. But as it is, Charles acting like a panicked, distressed kitten is almost endearing -- batting at him without claws.

"It's --!" He stutters, finally freezing to stare over at his own body; Sebastian looks like a cat eyeing it's prey. "It's not old on you, but on me! I'm old!"

Sebastian didn't realize his accent got so heavy when his body was angry, nor that he could still blush so much.

"No wonder Mark always wanted to sleep with me," He smiles, eyeing his body up and down slowly. "I see the, hm. Appeal."

"Oh my god, it is not the time to be --!" Charles flutters his hands about, waving vaguely between the both of them. "We're fucked, Seb! And you already know what they are saying about me on Twitter, that my beard is --"

"Really hot?" Sebastian perks up, still trying to steer the conversation in a more… palatable direction.

"That it makes me look like I'm in, you know, twink death." He says it with derision, like speaking the words sealed his fate.

He can't help but laugh, laughing harder when he sees Charles's blush deepen -- running down his neck and towards his chest. "I'm sure you won't twink die, or whatever you're reading --"

"Twink death, Seb." He sounds nearly on the brink of tears -- god, yeah, Mark really had a point here.

Clearly it's not about being in Sebastian's body, really. It's something bigger.

"Oh Charles," Sebastian sighs, reaching his arms out to grab Charles's wrist; he never realized how small his hands are compared to Charles's before, the feeling of wrapping his fingers around him so easily makes him lightheaded.

Anyways.

He tugs Charles onto the bed, landing next to him with a pout. "You've never looked better than you do right now," Sebastian whispers in his ear, snagging his teeth on Charles's -- his? -- earlobe, the way he knows his body likes.

Charles shudders, Sebastian's hot breath on his sensitive skin surely sending shivers down his spine. Encouraged, Sebastian grabs Charles's hands and slides them under his shirt, pressing them against Charles's body's torso. "Do you know how much I love how big you feel now?"

"Seb," Charles whines, voice delightfully needy; Sebastian can't decide if he likes it better in his or Charles's accent. "That's not, you know that's not what I --" Sebastian pulls his hands up further, tracing the paths he's learned elicits a shudder from Charles's body.

He grazes his nipples, and his breath catches. God, is this what it always feels like for him?

"Wanna fuck about it?" Sebastian asks, mischievous smile on his lips, the feeling sharp and confident with Charles's beautiful mouth.

"Oh Jesus," Charles falls forward, burying his face in Sebastian's neck.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, yeah. Yeah, ok."

Problem solved, probably. The self-esteem part, anyways. The body problem can wait until later, probably.

[normanbased]

“feebly ask on date” and “ask completely inappropriate question” for the. sims prompts thingy

THANK GOD YOU ASKED THE ONES I WANTED THE MOST 💥😭🙏 BRAIN CONNECTION doing the first one first and the second one uhhh second but I’ll make a separate post for it :]] (as usual, if you see any typos or mistakes, no you didn’t 💕)

Feebly Ask on a Date

There was a fetid little crush beginning to fester in Norman’s heart.

He didn’t think it was possible to fall so strongly for another person like this, especially for someone as rebellious as you. Mother didn’t like troublemakers, and Norman knew better than to develop feelings for passing strangers.

But knowing better didn’t always mean following Mother’s expectations. His urges were difficult to control, as were those undeniable, blossoming revelations of love beginning to bubble up inside of him.

He couldn’t bare it. The very thought of you made his heart race so fast that he could hardly stand upright. It was so nauseating in fact, that he couldn’t even spy on you anymore without feeling faint. He was the definition of lovesick. He wanted to be with you, absolutely he wanted to - but… he couldn’t quite overcome those awful nerves...

Regardless, his obsession was growing fast. He didn’t want you to leave, ever. He would find a way to make you stay somehow. If he couldn’t, well, he would cross that bridge when he got to it — if it came down to that.

In the meantime, Norman had to build up his courage. He couldn’t very well ask you to be with him if he couldn’t even bare to see you.

He spent the afternoons upstairs in his bedroom, pacing back and forth and practicing his romantic proposals on the only friend willing to put up with his antics — his stuffed rabbit.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” He stuttered. “W-Would you want to, um-… No, I can do better, let me try again.”

He’d been trying over and over to figure out what to say. He wanted to get it perfect, so that there would be no room for rejection. His confidence was paper thin, but he was sure that there was a strong, assertive version of himself in there somewhere. He just had to release it.

Norman turned away and counted to ten in his head. When he turned back around, he planted both hands firmly on the bed and leaned in close.

“Do you wanna have dinner with me?” He leered as seductively as he could, whispering right into the flopped ear of his rabbit.

The rabbit slumped down, dragged by the gravitational pull of secondhand embarrassment.

Ugh.

He smacked his hands over his face in a red flush of humiliation, and shot off to the other side of the room to pace feverishly. He couldn’t hold back his groans, horrified by the sound of his own awkward, terribly unsexy voice.

This wasn’t going to work.

“God,” he lamented, sitting on the edge of his bed. “What am I thinking?”

He held his head in his hands. He laid down onto his side and looked into the black, glassy eyes of his stuffed companion.

“I’m not ready for this, am I?”

The rabbit’s eyes glinted with sympathy in the light of the lowering sun.

“D’you think I might be worrying too much?” Norman questioned, before smiling weakly. “Maybe… you’re right. Maybe I should just go for it.”

He nodded to himself bravely.

“Do you think I can do it?”

His rabbit didn’t move or speak, but it’s solemn little face gave Norman a glimmer of hope.

He could do it.

Before he had even registered what he’d done, he was standing outside of your cabin door, having just knocked it with excitable vigour. He brushed down his sweater with nervous hands, and fixed the collar on his shirt.

He waited for you to open the door, his heart thumping like mad. He could hear your footsteps approaching, and the handle rattled. Norman wrung his hands together fretfully, saying nothing as you opened the door to him with a surprised smile.

“Evening, Norman.” You grinned, leaning into the door frame. “Where’ve you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in days.”

Norman looked down at the decking. The floorboards seemed so far away. He felt himself swaying like a skyscraper in a storm. His breath was held tightly, and he had to close his throat to stop himself from being sick all over his shoes.

He didn’t want to do this anymore.

He’d built himself up back in the house. He’d mustered up so much courage to march out here and knock on your door. But now that he was here in front of your cabin, in front of you, Norman’s head began to spin so fast he feared that it might twist right off. He couldn’t look at you, he couldn’t speak.

He had to get out of here, back to the house before he fainted.

“Why don’t you come in?” You said, before he had the chance to flee.

He looked at you then, eyes bordering on wild. His mouth was dry, and when his lips parted to speak, nothing came out besides a hiccuped stutter. He clenched his jaw shut and shook his head, swallowing feverishly in the hopes it would wrench his voice free.

You watched him curiously, amused by his strange behaviour. You gestured wordlessly with your arm to invite Norman inside again, but he didn’t move. It was as though he were glued stuck to the decking.

Norman knew he couldn’t run away now without looking like the biggest fool in the world, but he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. What was he thinking? He had to get away right now, he had to, he—

“Hi.” He choked out.

What the hell was he doing now?

“Hi, Norman.” You said back in a slow, curious voice. “Did you need something?”

There was a little, amused smirk on your lips. He didn’t know whether to be assured by it or offended.

“Um… S-Sorry for uh, bothering you like this.” He muttered.

His hands were shaking like crazy, and he tried to squeeze them tightly to each other to make the shaking stop.

“Oh, that’s alright.” You reassure him. “I wasn’t doing anything anyway. It’s good to see you.”

You were happy to see him? Oh, God.

“Really? Oh, well that’s… that’s great.”

A long beat of silence passed before Norman thought to speak again.

“Well, I just t-thought I should come and ask if you were free later, and m-m-maybe if you wanted to eat. If you wanted to eat dinner, I mean. Because I was-… I was thinking of making some d-dinner, and I wanted to know if you wanted to uh, oh…”

No, that wasn’t good enough.

“uh, no, sorry- I um, if you had some spare… some spare time-… some…”

You’ve fucked it up, haven’t you?

His head was pounding now. He was going to pass out if he didn’t find a way to ground himself quickly.

You seemed to notice his unsteadiness, and before you could ask him what was the matter, his legs were suddenly giving out beneath him.

Before he could drop to the ground, you caught his lanky form tightly in your arms, and slowly lowered him to rest against the outer wall of the cabin. He stayed there, dazed and lightheaded, while you patted his cheek and tried to snap him out of it.

You tended to him for a while with a wet cloth on his forehead, and slowly helped him sip down a glass of water to soothe his dry throat. Once he was sufficiently calmed, you sat beside him, and the two of you looking out towards the low sunset on the horizon of the highway.

The crickets chirped away in the distance. The birds flocked across the purpling sky to roost in the sparse trees. The desert road that had been baking in the sun all day smelled sweetly of tarmac and dust.

Norman’s chest wasn’t thrumming with anxiety anymore, not now that your shoulders were pressed together, and your hand was lazily placed atop his. He turned to look at you, but you were still gazing off pensively at the thin red line of sun.

“Hello.” He said without stuttering.

Let’s try this again.

“Hi, Norman.” You smiled. “You wanted to ask me something?”

Yes.

He nodded with a gentle smile, and pondered his next move. Your thumb stroked the back of his hand affectionately. The fading sunlight still lingered in the warmth of your eyes.

He could do it.

He rested his cheek on your shoulder and you leaned into him, closing your eyes and feeling a gentle blush creep onto your face. His free hand loosely tangled itself into the fabric of your button-up.

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

You let out a relieved laugh and nodded.

“Absolutely.”

You let out a relieved laugh and nodded.

“Absolutely.”

[asmoteeth]

¡Hey Asmo! How are you doing? I hope that you have been fine (idk from which part of Argentina are you (and it's not my business to know), but I hope that you are not suffering the heatwave as much as I'm XD)....

That last wedge fanart was simply sooo good Asmo...the look of shock, but also betrayal/slash anger, was spot on *chef kiss* idk about you, but with all the fluff present, some angst too would do really nicely (this is so perfect)

My personal hc: even as an established couple, HS still feels awful for his attitude towards Wedge when he found out he was an ex-con; it's really obvious when he's in that state, because he looks like a kicked puppy and exudes misery when around Wedge. How do you think he would fix this? Mandatory cuddle time? Wedge will turn HS into a burrito when he refuses to cuddle? Kinda like this?:

*I bet he also does it when HS tries to do something stupid or when he's sleepy but doesn't want to recharge* Bonus: if you are into completing ship charts, would you be interested in doing this one? Only if you wanna ofc... You can ignore the horny level part, though (cause I know your opinion on that matter)

Anyway, ¡sending you good wishes Asmo!

THE FIRST LINES WERE A WHISPLASH DO YOU MEAN LIKE-- YOU LIVE IN ARGENTINA TOO????? THAT'S SO COOL IF THAT'S THE CASE JSNWKABSIWKWBEIQJQ WHUAAAA The heatwaves have been painful, my clasroom is a forsaken OVEN and I almost threw up from the heat today, thank you for asking (´-﹏-`；)

THANK YOU SO MUCH <333 Honestly the expression was the first thing I drew in the whole piece, I just had an idea of anger+shock+fear+sadness and had to put it down to drawing QUICKLY and then I kept going, I didn't even expect to finish it today, I'm very proud of the lighting and blurry parts doing their job at giving the drawing profundity.

I DEFINITELY FEEL LIKE HOTSHOT COULD GET THOSE GUILT TRIPPING MOMENTS, even if he changed his whole view on deceptions he was probably raised with AS SOON AS HE DISCOVERED WEDGE WAS ONE I feel the things he said ("decepticons don't count as anyone" for example, ouch) might crawl on his back from time to time, what if he needs to overcompensate for that night?

What if he makes a day FULL of silly activities Wedge enjoys? Idk, weight lifting? THEIR DUO DRAG RACE STUNT, etc.

But Hotshot keeps getting guilt trips and it shows so at some point Wedge shakes him by the shoulders like WHAT'S WRONG WHY AREN'T U HAVING FUN

Hotshot is cornered and has no other way than to explain what's bothering him, Wedge is a little mad, but over the fact that he didn't tell him in the first place, specially when it was related to him and the fact that it was eating him from the inside this much.

They decide this day should be more soft, so they just head back inside, SOMEHOW GET A BLANKET LONG ENOUGH FOR THEM (sewing???) And YES, THEY CUDDLE YOU ARE SO RIGHT (tho honestly for me their "cuddling" is napping sprawled on the conversation pit, Hotshot is def a spider hugger when sleeping I accept 0 criticism)

I'M SO SO INTO COMPLETING CHARTS, I LOVE COMPLETING CHARTS, FEEL ABSOLUTELY FREE TO SEND ME MORE PLEASE PLEASE <3333

I love the slider thingie so much omg

THANKS FOR SUCH A BIG ASK SINCE I BEEN FEELING KINDA DOWN THESE DAYS

[kachikirby]

For the drabble thingy: the word is "ocean" and the ship is Metaccine!

Thank you for your ask!! I'll try not to make this too long.

Seaside Date

When Fettuccine said she wanted Meta to take a break from the main base of the Meta-Knights at Orange Ocean, he didn’t think it would involve him being dragged out to the location he was at now. More specifically, it was roughly on the same island, thankfully in a secluded area, but he was still questioning why he was brought here.

“Fetty, is there a reason we’re here?” He asked as she tossed out various items that she had been carrying. A parasol, towels, floaties, and a cooler. Fettuccine let out a giggle.

“We’re on a date!” She replied as if that’s all he needed to hear.

“Huh… shouldn’t we go outside for that?” The knight asked.

“We are outside.” She smiled.

“I meant somewhere other than here. IF you want to go to the beach, there’s better beaches we can go to…”

“Yes, but you can relax more easily here.” Fettuccine replied, her smile softening and it dawned upon Meta why she did this.

“I see… you really think of everything, don’t you?”

“Hey, I wasn’t called a child prodigy for nothing!” She giggled. While it was common of her to giggle around Meta, it always made his heart flutter. Awkwardly, he removed his mask, perching it atop his head as he tilted his head slightly.

“But what exactly are we going to do here?”

“Well, what do you think?” She asked.

“…well, we can’t swim because you’re not wearing a swimsuit.”

Fettuccine only grinned, then, to Meta’s surprise, her clothes quickly shapeshifted into a bikini and a pair of sunglasses.

“You were saying?” She asked playfully.

The knight was silent, seemingly stunned by the action with his face a deep red.

“What’s wrong? Are you stunned because of how good I look?” Fettuccine uttered, giggling.

“Yes.”

The blunt reply took any wind out of her sails, turning her entire body pink and leaving her with a stunned expression. Meta himself chuckled and removed his armor and cape, taking out a pair of sunglasses from his subspace.

“Well, come on, then, Fetty.” He smiled, seemingly causing her to be reengergized.

“I’ll race you to the water, Metty!” She hopped to her feet and ran… only to be beaten by the knight, who had an innocent look on his face as she noticed the bat-like appendages that were previously on his back be drawn back into his body via magic.

“Metty! You cheated! You used your wings!!” She jokingly whined, already making a beeline for him in the water.

“It’s not cheating if you use everything at your disposal.” He said with a slightly cocky smirk. One that Fettuccine knew she was weak against.

“Mettyyyyyyy! That’s not fairrrr!!” She shouted, practically springing at him and pulling him into a tight hug in the water, surprising the blue puff.

“F-Fetty?!”

SPLASH

After a brief moment, the two broke the surface of the water, Meta being held tightly by Fettuccine.

“Heh heh! Guess you didn’t expect that, did you?” The Limet woman said proudly as she saw her lover’s stunned expression, which turned into a small, yet gentle smile.

“Not at all.” He uttered.

Fettuccine smiled back and hugged him more tightly as she laid back, allowing herself to float on the water.

“My silly bat…” She uttered lovingly, kissing the top of his head.

“My little bunny…” The knight replied back, knowing exactly what she meant by those words.

For the rest of the day, the happy couple enjoyed a relaxing day on the beach.

[messinwitheddie]

So….what’s Miyuki and Spork doing in their afterlife?How did they ended up falling for each other when they were alive? I know the green control brain made Miyuki break it off with him (jealous old hag😅) but where there awkward moments between them after that? How did Spork feel when he heard sh died?

Speaking of which. Who fathered Miyuki’s sworm? Is he still around even after her death?

Mic there is punishment in the afterlife, those three control brains need everything thrown at them for making their own people live in total hell because of their ruling. Has anyone in their past get to meet with them? Any sympathizers? Coddle drones? A past love interest that didn’t end well?

In the beginning of the 18-years-later au, Miyuki and Spork's PAKs and spirits are trapped in the belly of Zim's Infinite Energy Absorbing Thingy creation. Miyuki and Spork are kind of forced to face each other and make peace with the mistakes they made with each other in life while trapped. Obviously, Miyuki has more to apologize for. It's difficult for both of them, but eventually their bond and love for each other is strengthened because of it.

There is this whole subplot around Dipper accidentally pulling the IEAT (and Chammy Wamboo) through Ford's interdimensional portal.

Zim manages to get the IEAT to regurgitate their PAKs, freeing their spirits. He also uses their PAKs for his own research… which proves essential in future battles against the control brain ultimate upgrade.

(this is a continuation of another subplot where Zim summons Bill Cypher and makes a deal which results in an alternate reality where Bill controls the earth/ kills off the human race in exchange for Zim becoming a towering tallests who controls the entire irken race/ empire and makes the control brains subservient to his will.

This reality is eventually destroyed by an unlikely team up between Reg, Mini Moose Pepito Diablo and tallest Zim (who quickly realizes his fantasy existence does not bring him the joy or purpose he thought it would). Reg struggles to keep Bill trapped in a D&D style pocket dimension he has to continually build upon using the infinity sided dice, graph paper and his imagination.

This experience gives Reg some pretty bad PTSD. Reg, Zim and the others involved in rescuing their main reality keep this a secret until the IEAT return subplot pops up… but I got off topic; excuse me.)

As for during Miyuki's reign as tallest, almost every moment between her and Spork was awkward, mostly because of the Green brain constantly trying to drive a wedge between them.

Despite the backlash from Miyuki, Spork continued to think if Miyuki as his dearest friend. He continued to pine for her, silently. Spork was devastated when Miyuki died, but was under strict orders from the control brains to never display his grief in public. They wanted her reign and death swept under the rug. Spork is secretly glad his reign was so short. Existence felt hollow without her.

They were friends since smeethood; born on the same day in the same hall of the smeetery. Spork and Miyuki were always close in height, always standing just above their peers. Miyuki was always the more adventurous of the two and often dragged Spork on misadventures throughout the smeetery.

As cadets they were often paired with each other during holo combat training and real-time battle simulations.

They didn’t become a romantic couple until their years as foot generals, specifically in the early days of the Irken/ Planet Jacker war. Spork saved Miyuki during a particularly chaotic and violent ground battle. There was no denying for her Spork's loyalty and bravery made up for any visual appeal he lacked after that

For his personal protection, physically and professionally the drone who sired Miyuki's swarm was never spoken of by her. The deed was done in secret, in Miyuki's private chamber, designed to block the telepathic shackle connecting tallest and control brain.

The only other drone who knew his name is Mem, but that was centuries ago. The sire drone has enjoyed a long prosperous life and career, so as long as it's kept hush hush so to ensure his PAK will join the core collective, it should be okay to reveal it.

Believe it or not, it was PieLord Emis-Gee. He had broken the Irken power lifting record at the time. Miyuki was highly impressed by his raw strength (his cooking skills were a huge plus too. PieLord Gee makes the best muffins and cupcakes among many other items on the menu).

Miyuki was not very educated on safety practices or successful methods on natural Irken reproduction. Emis Gee, though he was fertile (rare for a drone his height) and he did the job, he was a little too…sharp and rough on contact, to be as vague as possible. The too deep puncture lead to complications on top of several other pre existing complications wich ultimately lead to Miyuki losing her swarm. Emis-Gee was heartbroken for her, but he was grateful she never blamed him or threw him in front of the death cannon, so to speak.

(This botched attempt was neither of their fault. When sent to the mandatory fertility seminar, modern Irken women are given as little information on the subject as possible and what little information is given, 45% is medically inaccurate or just propaganda . Irken males are never formally educated on the subject, so young Emis-Gee was operating completely blind. He was terrified to try at all, but orders are orders. You don’t say no to tallest Miyuki.)

When the control brains finally die, their punishment involves every person, Irken or otherwise, lining up to carve their grievances or the story of how the control brains hurt them/ destroyed their lives. (3 lines that seemingly stretch on for eternity)

Once the cuts into their flesh scab over the next person in line walks up to carve their story with a dull/ rusted blade, a shard of jagged glass ect. or their own claws, depending on the species of the individual carving their story.

Some people choose to stop carving and just speak to the brains. Most find it more satisfying to carve, but the brains were Irken once too. Some remember who they were and feel some kind of sympathy for them, even if it's difficult to muster that kind of sympathy from the pain they endured at the hands of the brains.

The control brains do in fact face eventually face everyone they ever hurt. They are forced to listen to their victim's stories and reflect on the villainous role they played. It takes an inconceivable amount of time, but the brains eventually learn to feel empathy and sympathy for those they hurt. They eventually feel genuine regret and make their apologies with sincerity. Until then, their wounds remain open, bleeding and festering.

[glittertrail]

I've been tagged in a bunch of get-to-know-me thingies over the last few months w a few overlapping questions (some of you tagged me in *January*, my bad) so here's... All of them. In a single one. Thanks to @pandaroboto @goldenliartrash @jackredfieldwasmyjacob @amillcitygirl and @legallybrunettedotcom ilu💖 (and sorry for doing these literally half a year later 😬)

favorite color: pink 😊

three favorite foods: rn? mango, brownie ice cream and pasta alla norma (aka the only things I eat)

relationship status: too much of an aquarius for a relationship 🤣

song stuck in my head: ain't no mountain high enough bc i default to 70s music when I need something upbeat

last song listened: willow by renee rapp

last film watched: barbie, again

top 3 shows: drag race (in general, although that's like 500 shows rn 🤣), ted lasso, bob hearts abishola

top 3 characters: rebecca welton from ted lasso, pacino from emdt, janet from the good place

currently watching: a myriad of drag race franchises (down under, mexico, france and philippines rn) and bob hearts abishola (i'm somewhere in s2 rn)

currently reading: the 7 husbands of Evelyn Hugo and a bunch of fics

current obsession: right this very second it's the skirt I'm trying to make w zero previous sewing experience

last thing I googled: a restaurant for what promises to be a non hostile family reunion (I still have my doubts on the non hostile part but whatever)

dream trip: rn? I'm ready to join @junosjukebox in lerwick i'm done w summer and heat

currently working on: making a dent on the stupidly high number of things I've been tagged on and haven't answered (next is the ask box) next is the skirt 😊

tagging: nobody bc I'm always the last one to do these, but if you want to do it be my guest!! 😊😊

[aimfor-theheart]

Hi I saw ur reblog on ur other blog for the writing thingie and I was wondering if I could ask wolfwood and baby pink ty 🤍

yes you can ask for wolfwood and baby pink!! 💕

nicholas + baby pink

you're sitting on the hood of the ranger, legs swinging and hand on the stick of a sucker. you’re hungry and want real food—you think you’re always hungry. but for now, this is what you have to hold you over. your cheek bulges with it, sugary sweet, and bubblegum flavored.

nicholas wanders over to you, cigarette dangling between his lips. smoke curls lazily up into the sky.

you pull the sucker from your mouth, gleaming and soft, baby pink.

"you really shouldn't smoke so much." you tell him.

he shrugs, “need to keep my mouth busy someway.” and then he blows smoke from the corner of his lips, away from you.

you reach out and pluck the cigarette from between his fingers.

his brows shoot upwards, surprised.

“open.” you tell him.

he looks at you with dark eyes, beneath the fan of his lashes, long and heavy. you don’t budge, waiting and expectant.

then he drops his mouth open, tongue pink and soft, as you lean forward and place the sucker in his mouth.

you watch, transfixed, as he slowly closes his lips around it. a shiver races through you. he holds your gaze, especially as you bring the cigarette up to your own mouth and take a slow, deep drag.

you tip your head back and blow the smoke into the desert sky.

when you turn back to nicholas, he’s still looking at you in a way that you know all too well—

hunger always looks like a dog, with desperate eyes, and the quick flash bite of their teeth.

send me a character + color and i’ll write a drabble!

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 7)

Series List

Y/n's Pov 

When we finally get to Dustin's house there are lots of van's parked out the front and people walking around holding boxes from the house. The boxes looked like they contained some of Dustin's stuff but I wasn't too sure from the distance we are at. We all get out of the car and Hopper uses his binoculars to look closer at the men. I try to walk towards the house but Jonathan grabs my arm and tries to keep me away from it all. Nancy also jumps out and tells us, "I have to go home." "No, you can't," Hopper says to her. I just continue watching as they pack Dustin's stuff into all the cars, wondering where the hell my cousin could be and worrying about him. What if they found him? What would they do to him? I have to find him as quick as possible. No one will hurt him.

"My mum, my dad are there!" Nancy tries to convince him but Hopper just tells her "They're gonna be okay." Nancy starts to walk away but Hopper pulls her back, trying to stop her from leaving and getting into trouble. "Listen to me. The last thing in the world we need is them knowing you're mixed up in all this," Hopper tries to reason with her. "Mike is over there..." Nancy fights but Hopper isn't having it. "They haven't found him. Not yet at least." Him pointing towards a helicopter that is in the air not too far from where we are parked right now. This is really serious now. What the hell have the boys gotten themselves into? "For Mike?" Nancy questions in a high-pitched voice while Hopper drags her back to the car. "And probably the other two boys as well, he isn't special," I whisper to myself but Jonathan seems to hear as he turns to me and gives me a questioning look. I just roll my eyes and look back over to Hopper and Nancy. Hopper almost throws Nancy into the back while the rest of us get in normally.

Hopper turns back to Nancy, Jonathan and I to ask us, "Look, we need to find them before they do. Do you have any idea where they might have gone?" Looking between the three of us. "No, I don't," Nancy snaps at him while I look out the window thinking. Hopper tries to force an answer out of Nancy but she doesn't know her brother at all. Not surprising really, Mike and Nancy were never close. It seemed like she hated him most of the time. There are so many places they could be right now. But where would they go if they were in trouble? Their houses would be out so where else would they go? Oh wait, maybe we could... "I have an idea!" I randomly express. They all turn to me as Hopper asks me where they could be. "I don't know where they could be but I may have a way to ask them. We need to get to my house right now!" I explain. Hopper nods his head and speeds the whole way to my house.

When we finally arrive I jump out of the car while it's still slightly moving and race to the front door. I love Dustin like my brother, nothing will keep me from protecting him and keeping him safe. When I finally get the door open I run in and go straight to my room, everyone else trying to catch up to me. I rummage through my bedside table, looking through everything in there until I finally find my walkie-talkie. "Ah ha, I found it!" I exclaim before I turn back to everyone. I hold it in my hand and turn it on, holding down the talking button thingy that Dustin had told me to use when he first gave it to me. "Dusty? Are you there? Dustin?" I speak into the walkie. "Dustin? Please, it's y/n," I continue to ramble. If he doesn't answer I don't know what I'm going to do. "Dustin, if you're there, I need you to answer me now! This is an emergency!" I slightly snap and my voice breaks slightly, getting more nervous as the silence continues. Jonathan comes up behind me, placing a hand on my back, trying to help me stay calm. I turn to him and give him a worried smile. "Dustin, do you copy?! I really need you to answer me Dustin," I slightly cry near the end.

Hopper grabs the walkie from my hand and snaps at the boys, "Listen kids, this is the chief. If you're there, pick up! We know you're in trouble and we know about the girl... We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up. Are you there? Do you copy? Over." We all sit there in silence, waiting for the boys to say something, anything at this point. "Come on boys," I whisper to myself, Jonathan giving my arm a quick squeeze. Hopper puts the walkie down and asks us all, "Anybody got any other ideas?" We all look around at each other when we hear through the walkie, "Yeah, I copy. It's Dustin. I'm here." I smile so wide and almost run to the walkie. Thank you, Dustin. "We're here," He whispers into his speaker. "Oh thank god," I say as I put my head in my hands, holding back my tears. I couldn't be happier to finally hear his voice again. Knowing that he could be safe.

Hopper picks the walkie back up and asks them, "Where the hell are you?" We needed to get to them quickly, we couldn't have those people finding them first. "Junkyard, inside the bus," Dustin answers him. I walk over to Hopper and grab the walkie from him. "All of you stay there, I'm coming to get you as fast as I can. Don't do anything stupid and stay safe until I get there. Got it?" I tell them, hearing a chorus of yeses from all the boys. "Being the babysitter helps for once," I turn to everyone in the room. Jonathan laughs but no one else seems to find it funny. I roll my eyes at them and continue, "Let's go, the faster I get to them the faster we can finish all of this crazy stuff I'm still trying to work through." They all nod at me, I quickly grab the gun from my dresser and we all rush back to the car, driving as fast as we can to the boys. 

Hopper decided that he'd drop Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce and I at the Byer's house and he'll come back with the boys himself. "No, I'm going with you. The boys trust me more than anything and I told them I'd be the one to come get them. They won't go with you unless I'm there as well." Hopper tries to fight me on it but realises pretty quickly I won't back down and I'm right. He drops the other three off and we start our drive to the boys again.

Sometime later

We finally pull up to the junkyard and I jump out of the car and head straight for the bus. I needed to know Dustin was ok and hold him in my arms to help myself feel better. Hopper grabs my arm but as I turn to yell at him he points over my shoulder. I look over to see three men looking around the place, one really close to the bus. I walk over to him quietly while the Hopper goes to deal with the other two people. Just as the guy starts to open the door of the bus I bring my gun up to his head and hit him with it. He falls to the ground while the Hopper works on the other two. I pull the door the rest of the way open and walk in, finding the boys and the girl hiding behind the chairs. "Y/n!" Dustin yells and runs into my arms. I wrap mine around him and stand there a minute, not wanting to ever let him go again. "All right, let's go," I hear Hopper say next to me as he walks into the bus as well. None of the other boys move until Hopper yells, "Let's go!" All at once, they grab their bags and we're exiting the bus. We all climb into the car and Hopper starts to drive us back to the Byer's house.

The whole drive was silent, no one talking about anything. I had an arm around Dustin the whole time not wanting him to disappear on me. I wasn't letting him out of my sight, not until I knew for sure that nothing was going to happen to him. Once at the Byers we all get out of the car and Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy all meet us outside the house. "Mike, oh my god Mike!" Nancy raises her voice as she runs over to her brother and gives him a hug. So she does care for her little brother. That's slightly weird to me. "I was so worried about you!" Nancy snaps at him as she pulls back from him, keeping him at arm's length, much like I was with Dustin. "Yeah, uh... me too" Mike awkwardly says. Nancy looks over to the group and seems to really look at the girl that was with us. "Is that my dress?" She finally asks. "God now's not really the time to figure it out," I whisper to myself but Dustin hears me and laughs a little. I softly punch him in the arm to shut him up, trying not to laugh with him. "Let's get inside," Hopper interrupts, breaking Nancy's focus. We all quickly walk inside and sit at the table. "Ok, so what's going on?" I ask the boys and the girl.

Mike starts to explain how they'd found this girl, Eleven, in the woods the night after Will went missing. She had powers and was trying to help them find Will, knowing that he wasn't dead when they'd found the body as they heard him on the walkie-talkie. Hopper tried to ask questions there but Mike kept explaining what had happened. He continues to talk about there being another world like Hawkins but it was, what they called, the Upside down. He explained a way to possibly get to this place but it was starting to really confuse me. I was a nerd but I wasn't really a science nerd, never really understood how it all worked. He showed us an acrobat and a flea on type rope, the flea upside down and the acrobat the right way up. He says that we were the acrobat and that Will and Barb were the flea. "And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding. Mr Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space." Mike explains further. "A gate," Dustin tries to add to help as they really don't understand what's going on. But probably know more than me at this point in time. "That we tracked to Hawkins Lab," Lucas adds in as well. "With our compasses," Dustin explains further. My head is going to explode from all this information.

We all look at them really confused, not 100% understanding what they were saying. "Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field, and that can change the direction of a compass needle." Dustin tries to explain further, somehow I understand that. "Is this gate underground?" Hopper asks the boys. They all turn to him and Eleven answers with a yes. "Near a large water tank?" He asks her and she says yes again. I look at her confused, why does she know so much? How did she get so involved in all of this? "How, How do you know all that?" Dustin asks Hopper. Good point. "He's seen it," Mike answers for Hopper. "Is there any way that you could... that you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this.." Joyce asks looking at Eleven but she interrupts, "The Upside Down." "Yeah," Joyce agrees. This is getting really crazy. Eleven nods her head. "And my friend Barbara? Can you find her too?" Nancy asks her, Eleven nodding to her as well.

Mike grabs out a walkie-talkie and places it in front of Eleven. She closes her eyes and we all wait, the only noise being heard being the static from the walkie. The lights flicker but come back as Eleven opens her eyes and whispers, "I'm sorry," to Joyce. Joyce becomes confused and asks, "What? What's wrong? What happened?" "I can't find them," Eleven breathes out, her voice breaking. Joyce lets out a heartbreaking noise as Jonathan wraps his arms around her, stopping her from collapsing. Eleven then gets up and heads to the bathroom. I couldn't stand anymore and fall onto the couch, thinking about everything that's happened in the past 24 hours for me.

I knew nothing about what's been going on these past few days. I knew Will's disappearance was weird and something was going on but not something this crazy I wouldn't have thought of something like this. Everyone else knew about all of this and had been processing it for days. I had barely a day to catch up and understand what was happening to us all, making my head want to explode. Dustin comes over to sit with me, putting a hand on top of mine. "Are you ok n/n?" He asks me. I let out an almost cruel laugh, shaking my head. "Not really buddy. A couple of days ago everything was completely normal, nothing weird was going on, besides Will's disappearance. Now I find out everyone I care about was messed up in this crazy ass thing. I just can't take it all in yet, not in one day. Give me some time though. Then i may be somewhat ok," I tell him and pull him into a hug. I get why no one really told me what was going on, but it made it so much harder to try and wrap my head around everything. I was going from 0 to 100 in such a small amount of time. I can't crack under the pressure and information I've been given today. Not when everyone is so focused on it, I need to deal with it all myself.

Dustin pulls away from the hug and walks back to the table where all three boys are standing around it. "Can you explain what happened?" Jonathan asks the boys, him also standing around with them. I stay on the couch and watch from there, not really wanting to get involved unless I can help. "Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak," Mike tells him. "The more energy she uses, the more tired she gets," Dustin adds on. "Like, she flipped the van earlier," Lucas tells us. "It was awesome," Dustin coolly says, but I know he's freaking out on the inside from how cool it would've been. "But she's drained," Mike continues. "Like a bad battery," Dustin explains to us. "Well... How do we make her better?" Joyce asks the boys, wanting to find her son as soon as possible. "We don't. We just have to wait and try again," Mike tells her. Great, more waiting. I fucking hate waiting right now. I just want to do stuff. Get it all over with. Get everything back to how it used to be. Though it may never be normal again. "Well, how long?" Nancy asks her brother, probably wanting to move as much as I do. "I don't know," Mike slightly stutters. "Just great," I whisper to myself, no one hearing me because I was so far away from everyone.

Everyone deflates a little when Eleven comes back saying, "The bath." Joyce turns to her and asks, "What?" "I can find them. In the bath," Eleven tells everyone. Cool, some good news for once. We all look at her confused, not understanding what she's trying to tell us or how the bath will help her find Will and Barb. I walk over to the table to join everyone else as she starts to explain how she used a tank in the lab to go into the Upside down without really going there. That being in the same environment, like the bath, could help her to find Will and Barbara so much easier.

All of a sudden Dustin runs to the phone and starts to call someone. "Who are you calling at this hour?" I ask him but he just waves me away, completely ignoring my question. Little shit. Everyone sits or stands around the table looking at him, confused about what he could be doing. "Mr Clarke? It's Dustin." He answers. Why is he calling a teacher right now? He can't help us with all of this. "Yeah, yeah, I just, I... I have a science question," Dustin finally settles on saying. "Do you know anything about sensory deprivation tanks? Specifically how to build one?" He asks his teacher. Oh, this is gonna be good. "Fun," Dustin says, trying to find a way to explain what this it's for. "You always say we should never stop being curious. To always open any curiosity door we find. Why are you keeping this curiosity door locker?" Dustin asks, making me laugh at him. This is so fun to watch. Nancy looks over at me and glares. Wow, live a little you little bitch. We need to have some fun about the situation we are in. There's a pause between Dustin and Mr Clake. Dustin then runs over to the table, asking for a pen and paper. He and Mr Clark then spend some time talking about what's needed in order to make a sensory deprivation tank. When it's all finished Dustin says goodbye and hangs up the phone.

Eleven looks at him curiously and he says, "Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?" Pointing to Joyce. "I think so. Yeah," She answers him. "Good. Then we just need salt. Lots of it." Dustin continues. "How much is lots?" Hopper asks, it's important to know. Dustin looks down at his notepad and says, "1,500 pounds." "Well, where are we gonna get that much salt?" Nancy asks the obvious question. We couldn't just go to the shops and get that much salt without getting asked a lot of questions, questions that we can't answer. We all think for a second about how we could get that much salt. "The school!" I yell, everyone slightly jumping at my outburst. I was just happy to help and I seemed to scare everyone else. "Yes, let's grab that pool and head to the school," Hopper says and we all quickly get out of the Byers' house. Joyce, Hopper and the Kiddie pool get into his car and the rest of us get into Jonathan's, all of us heading to the school to finally find Will and bring him back home to us all.

[healeroflightanddark]

We Are Family, Chapter 2: Bully Busters

It was time for lunch, and half the class wanted to talk to the four new boys. They crowded around the four and started asking them questions.

“Are you guys like twins or something?” one of the girls asked. The four boys blinked in unison, before Yuri said, “We’re quadruplets.”

“Ooh, do you guys have that twin telepathy thingy twins sometimes have?” a boy asked. Yuto replied, “Yes, we have quadruplet telepathy. And sometimes a hivemind too.”

“Wait, so is that why you guys seem to blink at the same time?” another boy asked. Yuto, Yugo, and Yuri all said, “Yep!”

“Which one of you is the oldest? And which one is the youngest?” asked a girl. A boy rolled his eyes and said, “They’re all the same age! They’re quadruplets!”

“I’m the oldest of us four,” Yuto said. “Yuri was born seven minutes after me, Yugo was born ten minutes after Yuri, and Yuya was born fifteen minutes after Yugo, so he’s the youngest. We’ve also got an older brother named Zarc. He’s ten years older than us, and he’s in college right now.” There was a chorus of oooohs.

“Hang on,” said another boy looking around in confusion. This was the boy that had been sitting behind Yuya before the teacher told him to switch with Yuri. “There were four of you in our class, right? Where did the one with the tomato hair go?”

Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo looked around in alarm. Sure enough, Yuya was gone. His brother’s eyes widened, and Yugo cried out, “Oh my god… he’s escaped again! We gotta find him before someone tries to hurt him again!” The three boys raced out the classroom door, looking for their missing brother.

Yuya, meanwhile, was sitting outside on a bench, getting ready to eat his bento. Yuto and Zarc had prepared lunch for all of them like they did most days when their mother was busy with her celebrity chef career, and Yuya was eager to feast. But no sooner had he unwrapped his bento box from its wrapping cloth, a shadow fell over him. He looked up and saw a tough-looking boy in a black leather jacket standing in front of him.

“Hey! You’re in my spot!” the tough boy said. Yuya just blinked up at him. “There’s plenty of spots around.”

“That’s my spot!” the tough boy growled, grabbing him by the collar. The students in the area started watching in horror. Yuya blinked again. “You really, really don’t want to do that.”

“And why not?” the tough boy sneered. Suddenly, several sets of hands grabbed him and aggressively dragged him to the ground.

“That’s why,” Yuya said cheerfully. “I have several very overprotective brothers! Hi, guys!”

“Yuya, are you ok?” Yuto asked. Yuya nodded. “I’m fine, thanks!” Everyone around watched as Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo pinned the bully’s arms behind his back and lifted him off the ground.

“So, what should we do with him?” Yuto mused. Yuri grinned. “I have an idea!~”

“Please don’t try to feed this one to your carnivorous plants!” Yuya pleaded. Yuri frowned. “I no longer have any ideas…”

“Let go of me, you little brats!” the bully yelled, trying to get free. Yugo scowled and kicked him in the groin, hard. “Only our older brother can call us brats!”

Suddenly, Yuri lit up and grinned, “I have a new idea!~” His brothers looked at him, and immediately realized what he was thinking. Yuya shuddered. “…Fine.”

Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo started carrying the bully away, but then they stopped. Yuto looked at Yugo and said, “Yugo, you stay here with Yuya, and make sure nobody else tries to hurt him.”

“Okay!” Yugo said, dropping the bully on his head. He walked over to Yuya and sat down next to him as Yuto and Yuri carried the bully back into the school, down the halls, and to the Boys’ Bathroom. Yuri kicked open a bathroom stall and grabbed the bully by the hair. The bully started panicking as he realized what was about to happen. “No! No! Let me go! Let me gooooooo!”

*   *   *

“So, how was your first day at a new school?” Zarc asked his younger brothers as he drove them home after school that day. Yuya smiled up at him from the front passenger seat, “It was good! Thanks for the shrimp bento!”

“Yeah, school was fine,” Yugo said. “Nothing much to report.”

“I shoved a boy’s head in a toilet!” Yuri announced proudly.

Zarc immediately slammed on the brakes, and turned to face him in disbelief. “You WHAT?!” Yuri looked very pleased with himself.

“Chill, Zarc,” Yuto sighed. “The boy was bullying Yuya, so we just showed him what happens to people who pick on our family.”

Zarc groaned and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. “Oh my god…” he groaned. “Whyyyy?”

“He was really mean,” Yuya said, patting Zarc on the shoulder. “He grabbed me by my collar just because I sat down on a bench to eat. Said it was his spot.” The youngest Sakaki brother pouted at the memory.

Zarc was silent for a few long minutes. Then he sighed. “Just… promise me you squirts won’t do something that gets you expelled again…”

“Hey! Yuri was the one that got expelled!” Yugo protested. “We just changed schools with him cuz we didn’t want him to be alone, remember?”

Zarc sighed again. “Yeah, I remember, just… none of you get expelled at this school, okay?”

“Okay!” the quadruplets said together. “We promise!”

[orbitfalls]

wip tag!!!

tysm to @sugarsnappeases for tagging me!! <3

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

out of order

east of eden

ultraviolence

red

pandora going absolutely batshit crazy and killing voldemort xoxo figure out title later (yes the document is called that😭)

happy little cute vintage bandfic with no tragedies and no plot whatsoever

rosier twins character study

silly drag race au

mary centered thingie ???

that's... it, actually. some of them are pretty long (out of order is almost 80k!!) and some are just snippets of midnight genius.

i don't have that many writer mutuals (new to tumblr heheh) but i'm tagging anyone who wants to do this!!! mwah<333

[myspacelolit4]

Can you please answer 2,5,16 and 23??

first of all tysm <33

2. favorite lip sync performance?

ok so this one’s complicated, it could be easier to do a whole post abt ngl but the ones i can tell u like, at the top of my head are: manila and delta to macarthur park by donna summer, joslyn and laganja to stupid girls by pink AND more recently, bosco and jasmine to swept away by diana ross

5. favorite rusical?

i think i kinda love every rusical (yea, i know) but my all time faves are shade: the rusical and the madonna rusical, cultural resets fr

16. favorite song by a drag queen?

ugh i hope it’s valid but like, trixie mattel’s whole discography?? if i HAD to pick a favorite it’d be down to yellow cloud and red side of the moon

i also quite enjoy adore’s hello i love you and jinkx’s cover of creep

23. favorite miss congeniality?

hear me out, i know they don’t do drag anymore but, ivy winters <33 i truly loved her and miss her sm, also like, valentina, she’s everything to me

[legendofzoodles]

I find Sky, Wild and Time’s dynamic really interesting and wanted to write about it again. It’s not directly related to Recovered Regrets (I actually wrote this before) but has a similar vibe, also I roped in a reader insert.

~~~

Smoke Signal 

“Uh…Wild?” Hyrule said pointing at the now glowing Sheikah Slate. He picked it up and upon seeing the Sheikah eye symbol on the screen, showed it to the young Champion. “There’s something going on with your slate thingy…is it broken?”

Wild paused from choosing between putting swift carrots or tough pumpkins into the soup and looked at the screen. When he saw the blue dot he dropped the vegetables and seized the device, eyes wide and focused. “No…it’s…”

“Activating?” Four suggested, alerted to their conversation after hearing the thud of pumpkins hitting the ground. “You haven’t been able to turn it on for a while and now suddenly it’s glowing-?”

“What’s going on over there?!” Legend called out joining them along with Sky and Warrior.

“We think Wild’s slate might be working again!” Four said, alerting the rest of the camp.

“Yeah it’s glowing and stuff,” Hyrule added, marvelling at the entrancing blue hue.

“I think…” Wild began as the other gathered around him. Twilight approached to place a hand on his shoulder and Wind bounced over to get a better look. “I think, it’s responding to something…”

“To what? This isn’t your Hyrule,” Warrior said, hand on his hip and sporting a sceptical look.

“The slate was made by the Sheikah, it could be reacting to another old Sheikah relic,” Time offered, eyeing the device carefully.

“A relic this far back in the timeline?” Four said, “Seems unlikely.”

“No- Time’s right- it’s responding…but not to a relic,” Wild said, his breath hitched and his heart began to race as the realisation hit him. Hastily, e tapped the screen and began to do all the inputs Purah and Zelda taught him to hopefully bring up a map.

“If it’s not a relic then what is it?” Wind questioned as he and the others observed the Champion operate the device.

Eventually the screen sprang to life. No map was displayed, which was to be expected without Sheikah Observation Towers, however something much more valuable to him appeared. 

A bright blue dot on the black screen accompanied with faint dark blue gratings. That dot had an arrow which moved with Wild whenever he shifted the direction of his device. Even better, that arrow was now pointing towards another blue dot. 

“I-I can’t believe it…How…?” Wild gasped.

“What is it?” Twilight quietly asked, patting his shoulder supportively. The others crammed in closer to get a better look and waited for Wild’s explanation.

“Okay, you guys see these two blue dots? Well, the one with the arrow is us- see how it moves along with me? And the other dot is coming from another Sheikah Slate, that means there’s another Sheikah Slate user here!” Wild explained. “And we’re too far into the past for it to be any of the Sheikah from 10,000 years before my time. So it has to be…but how? I don’t understand-?!”

“One thing at a time,” Legend said crossing his arms. “Who do you think it is?”

“It has to be y/n!” Wild said, an ecstatic grin gracing his face. “They’re here! I don’t know how…? But...”

He moved away from the others, inadvertently shrugging off Twilight’s hand as his speech divulged into giddy mumblings. He may not understand how they did it, but he knew why and was determined to find them first. 

The others watched in surprised confusion as he raced over to his stuff and started packing his things.

“Wait, hang on. What are you doing?” Time asked cautiously. He’d been slumped down near the campfire, watching the boys practically dogpile each other as Wild tried to make sense of the situation. “We can’t set off now, not when we’ve just finished setting up camp.”

“Relax old man, I wasn’t planning on dragging you guys with me,” Wild said, feeling adrenaline shoot through his system. “I’ll get to them faster if I go alone. Once I do, we’ll find you.”

“That’s absurd,” Time said slowly getting up, the roaring flames illuminating his figure, “You can’t go alone. None of us are familiar with this version of Hyrule, we haven’t eaten all day and we’ve just come out of difficult battle.”

“Yeah,” Legend agreed, instinctively placing a hand on the bandage that covered his lower arm, “And besides it might not even be them.”

“It has to be them,” Wild insisted, continuing to pack his things even though Hyrule and Twilight had come over to try and stop him.

“Ok fine, let’s assume it is this y/n,” Four said, “There’s no reason we have to go now. If they have a slate too then they know where you are right? That dot hasn’t moved, meaning that they’ve probably stopped to rest for the night. And you should too.”

Wild heard a couple of the others mutter in agreement as he finished up packing the essentials. “They could’ve stopped because they’re injured.”

“Fair enough, but do you expect us to wait around here for you two to show up?” Warrior asked sarcastically. He was irritated, but also tired and didn’t have the energy to get any more involved outside of just giving his opinion. He also had to prioritise nursing his concussion and sprained ankle.

“Please Wild, you can’t go out there without backup,” Sky said, grabbing Wild’s sheathed sword just as he was reaching for it and holding it to his chest. Wild stared him down with an intensity Sky didn’t expect. He took a step backwards. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Give me the sword,” Wild said slowly in an attempt to sound calm in spite of his growing frustration.

“Don’t do it Sky,” Legend ordered, coming to his side, anticipating a tussle.

“Just give it,” said Wild, with less restraint.

“No. You’re being selfish.”

“This isn’t a big deal. You guys can manage a couple meals without me.”

“I mean…can we?” Wind muttered glancing at Traveller, who caught his look along with that of a few others and raised an eyebrow at them.

“Obviously we need you here for more important reasons than that,” Legend spat, “Now drop that stuff, you’re not going anywhere.”

“5 seconds or I’m taking the Master Sword,” Wild said.

“Look- this really isn’t necessary. We’ll all set off tomorrow, as a group,” Sky said, and he took a breath before saying, “I understand how you feel. But it isn’t fair to-”

“Don’t even go there.”

Sky expected that response and didn’t press further. “…I’m not giving you the sword.”

“Forget this,” Wild muttered bitterly, and he stalked over to the Master Sword that sat regally by a fallen tree. He reached out to take it only to be stopped by Wind, who grabbed the sheathed blade at the same and tried to pull it away. “Wind…”

“Come on man, you know they’re right,” he said, “Now can you go back to making dinner please? I’m starving.”

Wild tugged unjustly hard on the sword. He had intended to take it clean from the sailor’s hands and was surprised when he didn’t let go. The sailor himself was surprised at the amount of force Wild used and staggered forward as he was pulled from where he stood.

“Make it yourself.”

The tone of his voice was hostile. Clearly he’d given up on trying to leave peacefully and was prepared to use force if they kept trying to stop him. Wind didn’t take to kindly to his tone and his face crumpled. Instead of waiting for Wild to inevitably yank it away he let go of the Master Sword, letting it fall into Wild’s hands.

“Fuck you,” the tiny sailor quietly cursed and he went over to Warrior, who had been passively watching the scene play out. 

As he sat down the Captain reached out and ruffled his messy hair, putting a fleeting smile on both their faces. Meanwhile rest of the group spoke their disagreements out loud, almost talking over each other in their attempts to dissuade the Champion.

In the pandemonium, the fed up Hero of Time swiftly stalked over to Wild, stopping when he was right in front of him. “That’s enough. I see you really want to go, I’ll allow it…if you defeat me in a duel.”

This shocked everyone and for a moment the camp went quiet. The aging hero’s challenge echoing through the uneasy silence.

Wild looked up at Time in disbelief. “This is a joke, right?”

He in response raised a silent eyebrow and stared him down with a cold glare.

Twilight frowned at his predecessor. “You shouldn’t be swinging a sword in that condition.”

The tired man’s patience was waning and he wanted this to end. Sighing heavily, he simply asked Wild, “Answer?”

The Champion didn’t even consider it. Their leader was no state to fight. Looking at the makeshift cast around his left arm, bloodied clothes, numerous cuts and bruises made it clear that just standing up was agonizing.

Wild relented, wordlessly dumping his bag with the rest of the group’s belongings under the watchful eyes of his teammates. He exchanged swords with Sky, who nodded in understanding as he took back the Master Sword and returned Wild’s scavenged blade. Wild picked up the vegetables he’d dropped with Hyrule’s help and then returned to the cooking pot.

~~~

Thanks for reading!

Part 2 here!

Smoke Signal part 3

Smoke Signal part 4

So, wrote all that dialogue and I just thought that what if Wild puts some sleeping stuff into the soup that makes all the others pass out for hours? Long enough for him to get to y/n. Then the group wake up, track him, only to see him sitting emotionlessly in an empty camp. He was too late. 

Nah, this fic has enough melodrama already xD

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Anarchy. For Ranboo twin brother reader, Bench Trio are vloging and Tubbo gets separated form Tommy & Ranboo, then sees reader {thinking it's Ranboo}, then after awhile of reader and Tubbo walking around they find Ranboo and Tommy. After awhile Dream adds reader to the SMP and reader joins as "Casinoboo" Gumi Yumi on YouTube portages Casinoboo personality on point, Ranboo and reader's characters are separate 1/2

Ah so I answered your thingy earlier about doing Casinoboo separate so look for that in the future! I loved the whole mixed up twins thing though :] /pos /g

Summary: You and your twin look an awful lot alike

Pairing: P!Bench Trio X Reader

Pronouns: He/him

[A/n]: Requests are open, send me love! <3

Running from crazy fans was not something the Bench Trio had expected or hoped for today. And yet they found themselves losing track of each other as they desperately ran in any open direction they could find, they could always regroup later.

Tumbling through many streets and occasionally in between buildings, Tubbo found himself in an unfamiliar part of town. The fans were gone, but so was his sense of direction, he had no idea how he had gotten to where he was or how he was going to find his way back.

“Fuck, what do I do now?” Tubbo looked around, he would’ve called Tommy or Ranboo but he didn’t want to get them caught by fans, so he shot a text in a group chat and paced around. Tubbo soon found himself in a more open part of town, though he still couldn’t figure out where he was. He did recognize someone though.

“Ranboo!” The shorter boy raced over to his tall friend, immediately gushing about how he was so tired from running and how he’s never been in this part of town before and how he was so glad to see a familiar face, er half face.

“Weren’t you wearing your black and white mask earlier? Maybe I’m just mixing up days. Anyways, let's try and find our way back, I’m sure Tommy is looking for us.” Naturally, you would’ve said something about how you were the other twin or how you weren’t Ranboo but with Tubbo’s constant chatter about being lost you simply didn’t have a chance to speak. Not that you were really going to say much anyways, you were kinda tempted to stay quiet and see how everything would play out, you only hoped that when Tubbo, and whoever he happened to be with, wouldn’t mind.

A short time had passed and Tubbo had eventually received a text from Tommy, he was at a park and with Ranboo or so he claimed.

“Tommy is crazy, how could he be with you if you’re right here with me? Crazy right?” Tubbo’s question was rhetorical, not that he would have given you a chance to answer anyways.

“Do you know where this park is? Wait why am I asking you, you’re not even from here.” Tubbo shook his head at himself, opening a gps app and looking for the park. Thankfully it was only about a minute walk from where the two of you were currently stood.

“Huh, I guess he somehow ran the same way as me. Anyways let’s go!” Tubbo cheerly grabbed your arm, dragging you in the direction of where Tommy was supposedly at. You were now hesitant to follow after him, he was going to meet with Tommy and your brother after all, your small prank would be revealed and whether they laughed or not would be decided only by fate.

As time dragged on, and Tubbo dragged you, you found yourself regretting going along with the idea in the first place, wanting nothing more than to be back where Tubbo found you.

“Look there he is! Tommy!” Tubbo waved excitedly, eventually bouncing off in Tommy’s direction, which you slowly followed in.

“Wait, Ranboo? How can you be with Tommy when I was just-” His words cut short as he looked between you and your brother, struggling to find words to complete the thoughts in his head.

“Oh hey (Y/n), what are you doing here?”

“Tubbo kidnapped me, he was talking so much that I never got the chance to tell him that I was me and not you so eventually I just followed along and figured I would explain later.” You rubbed the back of your neck as you explained yourself, awkwardly smiling at the trio.

“Yeah sounds about right, well would you like to join us? We were filming a video when we got chased by fans so now we have to change up the video plans a bit.”

“Sure, I’d love to!”

“You weren’t Ranboo? But I was calling you Ranboo and talking to you like I talk to Ranboo the whole time! You never said anything!”

“I never got the chance.”

Taglist: @joyfullymulti @minty-ghast @rokkyy @duddum-froppers @l0ver0fj0y

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy jack and tubbo

requested: yes/no

an: part 6 of the great adventures series - swimming with the boys

warning: cursing

an: starts with tubbo&y/n friendship as i had an idea, sorry if tumblr messes up paragraphs again, tried to make this gender neutral i’m sorry if it doesn’t come off that way, as always anything with y/n and the others especially tubbo is platonic

twitter had been going crazy the past few days. you had been telling your community something was happening, however you weren't going to tell them what. today was the day you were going to reveal what was happening, tubbo made a tweet that he was outside, and sent you a text he was in your street and to start streaming.

you started your stream like any other stream, however this time you were streaming from your phone rather than your pc, and at a much later time. you spent 10 minutes talking to chat, making comments that someone was going to randomly walk into your room of course your chat didn’t believe you until,

“Hiya y/n!”

tubbo walked into your room and stood behind your chair leaning over in order to give you a hug. chat started spamming asking what was going on.

“well chat tubbo is here for a reason and we’re not allowed to tell you why, but we did decide to stream late for a reason. you may notice it’s getting dark outside, however we’re doing a camping stream, except you ain’t watching us sleep!”

the stream wasn't going well, you and tubbo couldn’t put the tent up, mainly because you lost the pegs for the tent. you did however have an air mattress and two thick blankets. you both looked at each other and nodded. within 10 minutes the air mattress was blown up and had a blanket laying on it, and you and tubbo sat comfortably chatting to the viewers. within minutes the pair of you were trending again, this time with pictures of you both sat together with the blanket and fairy lights wrapped around you both so that you could both be seen on stream.

“well chat it’s getting pretty late we’re going to do something for a little while-”

“STARGAZING!”

“guess we’re going to stare at the stars for a bit, then figure out if we actually want to sleep outside. we will see you all later, thank you all for showing up to this random stream. i’m gonna raid ranboo, goodnight!” you waved goodbye and tubbo ended the stream for you. a shooting star was passing, full of excitement you tapped tubbos thigh and pointed at the star telling him to make a wish. the pair of you laid on the air mattress under the stars, eventuality you both drifted asleep.

the both of you woke up to the sound of your mother telling you that you had around an hour to get ready before jack and tommy would be there. soon enough, as always you and tubbo were sat in the back of jacks car while you set off on your adventure. like normal, you all sang along to the radio, until you and tommy decided to yell at random cars that passed you, giving jack flashbacks from the time he took you and tommy to tesco and a lake. this went on for a long time as the water park was a lot further than any other adventure you all went on. “is now a bad time to say i can’t swim?”

“are you joking y/n? please tell me you’re joking!”

you just sat laughing, tubbo took this as a sign to tell the now concerned jack that you could in fact swim, you just wanted to see their reaction.

“i thought you both said you were never going on an adventure with us again?”

“you know what they say...people change like the tides in the ocean...did i say that right?”

you and tommy filmed the intro to the vlog and then you all walked into the changing room. you and tubbo went off straight away to get ready, tommy and jack instantly commented on how warm it was, then putting the blame on the lights that looked like the sky, before deciding to get ready. like the others you wore a shirt over your swimsuit, the four of you then made your way to the pools.

“holy shit!”

“what the fuck there’s no one here like at all!”

you all passed the lifeguards on the way to the pools, thanking them for their service. you could already tell this was going to be a long day for them watching over all four of you, especially because you and tommy kept joking about drowning each other.

“this is ours...for the whole day!”

you stood recording your pov whilst tommy ran into the water, the rest of you following shortly after. for a few minutes you all decided to float in the wave pool, realising that shouting you were drowning or couldn’t swim probably wasn’t your smartest idea. everything was going well till you heard tubbo shouting to you and tommy as he realised he still had his phone in his pocket.

“next vlog is going to the apple store so tubbo can replace his phone..”

whilst he went to put his phone away, tommy dragged you under the water with him and jack for a split second, and wouldn’t tell you why.

“stop tryna drown me!”

you watched as tommy struggled to climb onto the surface nearby, followed by tubbo climbing on and being pushed off in seconds.

walking up the stairs you and tommy joked about this being physically exhausting,

“you both literally did a military assault course...this is a water park for children.”

you started defending your point that this was a lot more exhausting, especially as your ankle had only just healed from the military assault course. once up the stairs you were met by a capsule, you knew this as jack kept repeating that it was one. “thanks, jack we all know it’s a capsule now!”

you stood with jack as tommy decided to go first. you couldn’t lie you were thankful he was going first as that thing looked scary as hell, tubbo clearly agreed with you as you turned around to see him nervously laughing and walking around in circles. you turned around to jack making several comments about how scary it is, “looks like something jigsaw would put you in. it even has a control thingy.”

“i was taking you seriously till you said control thingy.”

you stood as a group watching as tommy got ready to go down the slide, you were nervous for him. you stood counting down as jack waved and tubbo stood with his hands covering his face as tommy went down the slide. jack went down next and like before you and tubbo waved him off. “hope you don’t die bossman!”

it was now time for you or tubbo to go

“are you going tubbo? you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

you messed with his hair as he nervously laughed, questioning if he should go down. “i’ll go down first. if you don’t wanna go down, that’s completely okay, you can go down the stairs.”

you got into the capsule, tubbo watched nervously as the lifeguards began counting down. he waved as you were sent off laughing and screaming as loud as possible. once you were with the others, you stood waiting for tubbo to come downstairs.

you and tommy stood questioning a lifeguard about if he knew your friend george before you all made your way to the next slide, this time the four of you were carrying inflatable rings with you. you went first again, screaming due to the fact you started spinning. within a couple of minutes the others stood impatiently, waiting for you to pass them on your way near the end as they were told that they’d be able to see you go by. “oh look there they go!”

tommy went down next and encouraged you to go with him to the spinny thing he saw earlier rather than wait for the others. you agreed and made your way to the slide with a lifeguard asking him what he thought about the pair of you.

“he thinks we’re awesome y/n!”

“i agree tommy.”

the pair of you stood looking for tubbo and jack. tommy found them first and lightly tapped your arm pointing to the childrens pool, causing the pair of you to laugh.

tommy went first and you stood laughing as you heard him scream.

"just wanted to see if it was safe, you know?”

it was then your turn to go down the slide. you honestly loved it and it very quickly became your favourite slide there. as soon as you got out the water, tommy was waiting for you to go to the others. you both made your way to where you saw them last, the children’s pool.

“i am the leader of the children’s kingdom!”

you tilted your head to the side as tommy told him what he said was dodgy.

tubbo informed you all that the wave pool was on so the four of you ran to the wave pool. you and tubbo stayed together floating as the waves were rather light, and tommy bragged about you both going on the hard slide whilst they stayed in the children's pool. once tommy finally got his goggles off, he was met by you and tubbo floating. the water constantly splashing over your face and jack messing around under the water.

“y/n is drowning!”

“no, we're riding the waves.”

you looked up to notice tommy and jack constantly jumping up then going under the water shouting.

the four of you walked with the lifeguards to the next slide. tommy attempted to make conversation with one of them, however it didn’t go to plan, resulting in everyone else laughing. you stood with tubbo listening to jack joke about tommy having to sit on his lap, it was only till tubbo pointed out there was three slides.

“ill go down after you tubbo!”

“nonsense y/n you can go down with me, they can do that, right? they just have to sit in front of me and i keep them safe?”

the lifeguards nodded, so tubbo helped you get ready before the others were also ready to go down the slides. they counted down and the four of you raced down, you and tubbo made it down first. you cheered before pulling tubbo into a hug. jack came down next followed by tommy, claiming that he won the race. after arguing who won, the four of you went down again for a re-match. you and tubbo won yet again and tommy finally called it quits. you overheard tommy telling jack his face throbs because he’s ageing followed by jack getting his age incorrect

“jack i hate to tell you this, but you’re wrong hes 17 now.”

tubbo wanted to go down the spinny slide and dragged you with him, whilst the others went swimming in the other pools. you went first and tubbo followed shortly after, he noticed you waiting for him and reached his hand out to you so you could help him up, or so you thought. this was not the case, instead he decided to pull you back into the water whilst laughing. “TUBBO!”

after few minutes of tackling each other in the water, you decided you probably should find the others so they don’t think you both drowned.

“i’m not built for this kind of action, i’m made for much more relaxed things.”

“me either, wanna watch the office later with ranboo?”

“you read my mind!”

the pair of you went to go find the others. as the floor was now extremely slippery from all four of you walking around, you nearly fell several times. tubbo then made you hold his hand so you didn’t fall and hurt your ankle again, “i’m not 4 tubbo.”

“maybe not but you’re extremely clumsy...where the hell have they gone? WHY IS THERE A WATER JET THING?”

“i think they’re drowning tubbo!”

you were both told they turned up the intensity of the wave pool. you then ran to the wave pool whilst tubbo ran to tell the others. a few moments later they ran to the pool to see you floating with the waves, or at least you were trying to do that.

“think they're drowning again!”

jack swam over to you and dragged you over to the others. the four of you then swam joking about being pulled into the waves, and how you were drowning and needed a lifeguard. once the waves stopped, you stood with jack as tubbo and tommy prepared to race by running across the floats that lay on the water. within seconds they fell and you and jack bragged about how you could do better, so of course they made you both race against each other. somehow it was possible for the pair of you to do worse than tommy and tubbo as you both instantly fell.

you all made your way to the fast moving water. jack yelled to tubbo that it was rapid, this however did not stop him as within seconds he was dragged away by the water. tommy grabbed your arm and swam into the water taking you with him.

“hold me y/n!”

“you’re weighing me down bud go hold onto jack!”

tommy clung onto a bar, jack followed. you and tubbo however did not and would have continued to go around if jack didn’t grab tubbos hand, and you didn’t hold his. “HEY I'VE ALWAYS SEEN THIS IN FILMS!''

“NOT THE TIME Y/N!”

“we saved them we're heroes!”

the four of you went to the hot tub for a few minutes to relax, as the afternoon was pure chaos, and to ‘celebrate tommy and jack saving you and tubbo.' you sat laughing as tommy struggled to put his swim shirt back on and was asking jack to help him, despite jack repeatedly saying he wasn’t going to help him clothe.

not long before the final slide, you and tubbo ran off to get the double ring so you could go down the final slide together. jack found the pair of you spinning around whilst singing ‘you spin me right round baby right round like a record baby,’ you all then made your way to the final ride. tommy and tubbo bickered for a few minutes about who got to go down the slide with you, whilst you and jack just stood laughing. jack joined the conversation telling them to either pick or he was going down with you, tubbo wasn’t having this and pulled you into his chest “mine!”

“fine you can go down with y/n,” tommy rolled his eyes.

tommy and jack went down first, a few minutes later you and tubbo were sent down the slide. laughing the entire time as tubbo cheered about the fact he won. you were sat in the front, then tubbo announced he could reach your hair, and began playing with your hair. in other words you now had a tangle in your hair that was going to be a pain to get out. within seconds you made it to the colourful sections of the slide, “Y/N LOOK ITS ALMOST AS BRIGHT AS YOUR HAIR!”

“I'D HIT YOU, BUT I CANT REACH!”

the first half went well, but you ended up going backwards down the second drop.

“SHITTTT!”

once you got off the slide, tommy told tubbo he was going down the capsule slide since he was the only one who hadn’t gone down, and ended up going down the slide with you. you agreed to wait at the bottom of the slide so you could greet him when he came down, 5 minutes later you were met with a unhappy tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug.

“YOU DID IT BESTIE!”

“that was awful!”

once you made it back, jack dropped you and tubbo off at yours. you thanked them for taking you both, and tommy told you to keep checking your discord as he was planning something. you agreed and said your goodbyes. you and tubbo went up to your room, you set up netflix whilst tubbo rang ranboo, nights like this were your favourite. you were huddled up under the blanket with your best friend, whilst on call with one of your other best friends, watching your favourite show. tubbo noticed the tangle he left in your hair and began untangling it, he went on to start playing with your hair whilst the office played in the background. hours later ranboo ended the call to stream, leaving you and tubbo to fall asleep in each other’s embrace.

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