#sippycup

[honeydew-bears]

Another shitpost feat montxaria

[minyboy]

The family that plays together.. .ugh... deals with everyday life and fights each other.

[finallygettingfit]

This adult sippy cup is the literal dream and was the cure to my bloating and water weight problems. I drink like 6 of these a day and i’ve never felt so lean https://amzn.to/3IA3u6f

I take this baby everywhere, am drinking water constantly, and it makes me feel so full and energized. Basically, this is my emotional support water bottle.

I promise you will be obsessed

[violett-writes]

Water Park Shenanigans

REQUEST:

If you're taking requests, may I ask: could you possibly write y/n and Sapnap, George, and Dream all going to a water park for the day? Choose whoever you enjoy writing the most to be shipped with our character.

You sigh, looking at the three bathing suits you brought with you laid out on your Airbnb bed. The first one is a cute yellow printed bikini, the second a red hot one piece with the sides cut out, and the third a simple black bikini. You weren’t sure which one to pick. On one hand, you wanted to looked super fucking hot so that Nick would finally notice you, but on the other hand you didn’t want to spend the whole day feeling insecure. You hum slightly, before finally saying fuck it and grabbing the simple black bikini. You grabbed your yellow cover up, that way if you were feeling strange you could throw it on. You quickly changed in your private bathroom, throwing your hair up, before finally joining the three boys in the living room.

“Finally!!!” Clay groaned, standing from his seat on the couch. “You take forever to get ready.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Okay, Mr. make us 15 minutes late for our reservations just so your hair could look perfect.”

Clay gasps, clutching his heart in feigned pain. “I had to look good for the press.” He jokes.

Nick gets up from his seat on the couch, having spent your and Clay’s conversation texting rapidly. You frowned slightly.

The four of you had planned this trip a month ago, excited to finally meet up and get into all sorts of trouble. But ever since you arrived yesterday, Nick had been distant and on his phone practically the entire time. You had complained to George about his behavior, but he did nothing to help your mood. Instead joking that maybe Nick was just so intimidated by your good looks.

“Okay, okay, let’s go. We’re not going to have enough time to ride the waterslides.” George complains, putting on his shoes and grabbing the sunblock.

“Ohhh no. There will be no waterslides for me. I will enjoy my day in the sun and the wave pool.” You warn them, looking at George with a raised eyebrow.

Clay looks over at Nick sharply, leaving you confused. “Wait, you’re not going to be riding the waterslides?” He asks you.

“Helllll no. I don’t fuck with heights. Man is not made to leave the ground like that.” You tell him confidently, walking to the car with your bag for the day. You’re sure the boys will fill your bag with their own personal items, so you were sure to bring an extra large one.

Nick laughs at you, making eye contact. You swear it was only the second time he’s made eye contact with you in the span of a day. “Aww poor baby is scared of heights?” He teases you.

You roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies that came with him calling you baby. “Yeah, yeah. Make fun of the defenseless girl.” You complain, getting into the backseat after Clay calls driving and George practically throws himself into the passenger seat.

Nick sits reluctantly next to you, the dislike for you practically radiating from his body. You frown slightly for the second time. Does he really find you so repulsive that he can’t even sit next to you for a 40 minute car ride?

Nick spends the whole car ride on his phone, as expected as you and Clay bicker back and forth about how he’s definitely not going to push you in the water.

You enjoy a nice relaxing day at the waterpark, loving to go around the lazy river about 50 times and jumping in the shallow end of the wave pool. The boys on the other hand, prefer to spend their day chaotically, going down every waterslide at least once.

When you arrive at the waterpark, Nick immediately gets out of the car, barely even waiting for Clay to put it into park. Tears begin to brim at your eyes, obviously your crush is not reciprocated.

The four of you walk into the waterpark and you sniffle away any tears that try to come out. George doesn’t fail to notice your mood and puts a reassuring hand on your lower back, trying to comfort you silently.

When you see all the waterslides, your eyes go wide. They’re even taller than you could have imagined. Clay finds a perfect spot for the four of you to put your things, four lawn chairs set up next to each other. You all lay your towels out on the chairs, Nick putting his next to yours. You ignore it, assuming he’s letting Clay and George lay next to each other.

“Okay so first we’re going to go on the Ultimate Wedgie then…” Clay begins to list off all the rides that the four of you are going on. Your stomach begins to tie into knots as you try to desperately come up with an excuse not to go on them.

As he’s talking, you strip off your coverup for the first time and you hear a sharp intake of a breath. You look up to see Nick staring at you, but he quickly averts his gaze when he notices you looking at him. Blush rushes up your neck and onto the tips of your ears as you start to feel a little self conscious.

“Wow, (Y/N), you look amazing!” George compliments you as he takes off his shirt and shoes. You giggle, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“T-thanks George…” You mumble, looking at Nick again to see him staring down George.

“No really, you look bomb in that swimsuit.” George continues, smiling slightly.

“Okay, we get it, George! She looks hot. You don’t need to go on about it.” Nick snaps, crossing his arms, noticeably still wearing his shirt and shoes.

Clay glances up at him with furrowed brows. What the hell was that? You wonder, biting your lip.

“I, uh… I’m going to go grab us some floaties. Maybe we can go on the lazy river first?” You ask, your voice soft as you make your way to the inflatable tube kiosk. You hear Clay arguing with Nick, but their voices are too distant for you to make out what they’re saying. You cover your stomach slightly as you walk, feeling a little self conscious in front of all the drop dead gorgeous girls.

You finally reach the kiosk, with a very attractive man running it. You smile at him, “Hi there. Can I get four single tubes?”

He smiles at you. “Anything for such a pretty lady.” You blush, thanking him quietly.

He comes back with two singles and one double. “Unfortunately, though, we only have two singles and a double. Is that okay?” He asks you handing the tubes across the counter. You nod, biting the inside of your cheek. George and Clay will probably use the double. You’re sure they won’t mind.

“So, is a little thing like yourself single?” The man asks you once you grab the tube. You laugh, glancing back at Nick and Clay who are still arguing.

“Uh… yeah. Yeah I am.” You tell him, your resolve hardening to get over your silly crush on Nick.

The man smiles, reaching his hand out to shake yours. “Well then, my name is Bryce. It is very nice to meet you.”

You blush and shake his hand. “Likewise, Bryce.”

“Can I get your number?” Bryce asks you, flashing his pearly whites.

“No you can’t, actually.” You hear Nick say, coming up behind you. You jump slightly at his possessive tone and look over at him. He looks furious. He grabs the two of the tubes from your hands gently before turning back to Bryce. “She’s taken.”

Bryce holds up his hands, showing that he is not looking for a fight. “No worries man, she just said that she wasn’t though, so I’d get your girl if I was you.”

Nick turns away from the booth, stalking back to George and Clay. You quickly rush after him, muttering a soft apology to Bryce before you go.

“What the hell was that, Nick?” You ask him once you reach the group, struggling to carry the double tube on your own.

Nick shrugs, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Wait, what happened?” Clay asks, looking between the two of you.

“Well, the kiosk dude asked me for my number and….”

“And you were going to give it to him!” Nick interrupts. “Why would give a stranger your number!”

You scoff, “Actually I wasn’t going to. But thank god I had someone strong and mighty to come save me from the interaction.”

Clay’s eyebrows raise as he looks over at George. The two of them slowly turn and walk away, muttering something about getting a drink. You’re not entirely sure, you’re too focused on Nick as your blood boils.

“Have I done something to you?! Killed your parents or maybe your cat?!” You ask him, crossing your arms as you stare at him with your brows furrowed together. “Obviously I must have committed quite a crime, because you can’t even make eye contact with me!”

Nick scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Yes I can!”

“Then do it!” You yell, catching the attention of the nearby family before smiling at them apologetically. “Then do it.” You repeat, softer so as to not disturb them again.

Nick looks up at you, something so strong in your eyes that it makes your breath catch in your throat. “You didn’t do anything.” He tells you, his voice soft yet firm.

You take a step closer to him. “Then why the hell have you been acting like I shouldn’t have come on this trip.”

He takes a step closer to you. “You- You….Ugh!” He groans, pulling at his hair slightly. “You just don’t get it. You’re here in that-that bikini and… I just can’t.” He tells you, walking away to go join George and Clay, you assume.

You plop down on your lawn chair, tears threatening to spill over as you throw on your cover up.

After ten minutes, George, Clay, and Nick return, drinks in hand. Nick thrusts out a lemonade to you, a peace offering you assume. You shake your head, not wanting his pity drink. He shakes it again, not looking at you.

“I don’t want the fucking drink.” You tell him, pushing it away.

“Stop being stubborn, just take it.” He whispers, making eye contact with you finally. Your mouth straightens into a line as you take a deep breath and take it from him. You’re pissed, because it’s your favorite drink. You remembering tell him that a while ago when you two actually talked. It hurts slightly thinking about your dynamic before the trip. The two of you would stay up all night talking on face time until you inevitably fell asleep on him. You would share secrets and jokes, you would tell him all about your parent’s and their cripplingly expectations of you. He would even bare his soul to you in return, whispering about the pressure that came with being in the public eye. Why couldn’t you two be this close now? Why did coming on this trip change that? You had this wild fantasy of him falling in love with you on the trip like you had so long ago. Obviously that wasn’t going to be happening.

You sip the drink, enjoying the cool refreshment as you lay out, closing your eyes slightly.

“Okay, George and I are going to go on some rides. Are you sure you don’t want to come, (Y/N)?” You smile, cracking one eye to look at Clay in the sun.

“I’m absolutely positive, I don’t feel like dying today. Maybe when you’re done with a few rides, we can go on the lazy river?” You ask him, hoping he’ll say yes.

Nick sits down next to you, “I’ll stay. You guys go have fun.” That stuns you, you look over at him with raised eyebrows but he was looking at Clay.

Clay and George nod, walking off to go on the Ultimate Wedgie or some other death defying ride as you lay back down, closing your eyes.

“Why did you put the coverup back on?” Nick asks softly, causing you to look over at him. He’s laying in the sun with his eyes closed. He looks so peaceful.

You scoff slightly. “I figured it would be better this way. Obviously you didn’t want to see me in my bathing suit.” You spit out, closing your eyes once again.

“Why would you say that?” Nick asks, opening his eyes as to leans onto his side to look at you.

“How could I not?” You tell him, keeping your eyes closed so that he wouldn’t see the tears that were starting to fill your eyes. You refuse to look at him. “You made it oh so clear.”

He groans as you hear him lay back. “I didn’t mean it like that… (Y/N), you just…”

“Don’t get it? I think I get it clear enough, Nick. You don’t like me. Obviously I was just making things up in my mind.” You lean your head away from him, sure that your cheeks are red from your proclamation that you did indeed like him.

Nick sits up, swinging his legs off the lawn chair so he could face you. “What?” He asks shocked.

“Please don’t make me any more embarrassed than I already am. I’m sure you already know.” You tell him, crossing your arms on your chest, hot embarrassment filling your bones.

You feel Nick touch your arm and you finally look over at him. Shock written across his features. “Clay was telling the truth?” He asks softly.

You frown at him. “Clay told you what?”

“That you liked me back.”

You stop short, your mouth open as you were about to defend yourself. Back? What does he mean back? “Wh-what?”

He laughs, rubbing his face with one hand, his other still on your arm. “I’m so fucking stupid,” He mutters to himself. “Clay told me that you liked me back, but I thought you and George had a thing and he was only denying it so I wouldn’t feel bad.”

You sit up, facing him as your knees touch together. “Back?” You whisper, hoping filling your eyes.

“I like you, (Y/N). I like you so fucking much. I just… I got pissed off because of how close you and George seemed. You guys always were whispering together, you sat together in the car ride from the airport. You ate breakfast together… He touched your back when we walked in here. I mean….” He trails off, looking up at you.

“We… We… George was trying to make me feel better because I thought you hated me…” You whisper, looking at him as the third round of tears threaten to break free.

Nick laughs, grabbing your hands. “We are so fucking dumb.” He tells you, pulling you closer to him. You sit next to him on his lawn chair, giggling slightly.

“I like you Nick. I thought you hated me.” You tell him when your giggles finally die down.

Nick shakes his head vehemently, “I could never hate you, (Y/N). I got you your favorite drink.” He motions to the lemonade sitting beside your chair.

You nod, laughing. “You got me my favorite drink.” You agree with him when you see Clay and George walking back awkwardly, soaking wet.

“Ultimate Wedgie, not fun. I could go for the lazy river right now.” Clay tells the two of you, but stops short when he sees you two holding hands.

“Holy shit, George are you seeing this?” Clay asks, tapping George’s arms. George gasps.

“Is this real?” He asks Clay, glancing between the blond boy and your interlocked fingers.

You laugh, rolling your eyes at the boys’ antics. “You know we can hear you, right?” You tease them.

“Do you think Nick finally told her that he’s basically in love with her?” George stage whispers to Clay, keeping the bit up.

“Or do you think (Y/N) had to be the one to break the news?” Clay whispers back, a broad smile plastered on to his face.

Nick laughs, throwing Clay’s towel at him. The two boys finally end their bit and the four of you grab your tubes, walking towards the lazy river. Nick carrying the double tube as Clay and George immediately grabbed the two singles. You blush slightly when Nick puts the tube in the water, holding it for you to get in.

The four of you rode the lazy river at least 20 times, you and Nick trailing behind your two friends. The two of you talked about everything and anything, Nick stopping every now and then to compliment you in your bathing suit. It felt exactly how you thought it would, being with him. It felt like those late night facetimes, but instead you got to see him in real time. Nick kept his head on your knee the entire time, refusing to let you go know that everything was in the open.

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Holy shit this is way longer than I anticipated. Love y’all.

As always, Dream Team if you see this, no you didn’t. But also hi I’m 19.

[opensourcedaycare]

We’ve been trying to get him to go to bed without putting something inside of him, so far no luck.

[archieved-dtvibez]

[punibaby]

[satanslittlecrybaby1]