"Look, I baked you a cake!"
"Y/n that cake says, 'I poisoned this',"
OR
IN WHICH, a small streamer from Sweden tries to make friends with Tommy and reveal his face to his followers with the help of his newfound friends.
❪ social media fic,, benchtr...
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irl !
"Are we there yet? This jetlag is killing me," Y/n groaned and rested his head on the car door beside him.
"Y/n there is one-hour time difference dude, you'll barely even feel the jetlag," Tubbo informed him. He had moved to the backseat when they picked Y/n up to sit with his friend.
"It's enough," Y/n muttered. He was really just unhappy with the fact that he chose a flight that landed in the evening instead of during the day. It was currently about nine pm English time. In Sweden, the clock would be at ten already. As he already said, he should have picked another flight.
"It's really not," Tubbo said and Y/n saw out of the corner of his eye how he scrolled a bit on his phone.
"What are you doing?" He asked. He couldn't be bothered to take out his own phone to distract himself. He relied on Tubbo to do that.
"Texting Bill. He's wondering when we'll be back," Tubbo replied and glanced over at Y/n.
"He's already there?" Y/n furrowed his eyebrows. He'd been so worried about his flight that he hadn't paid much attention to the other's plans. He probably should have, now that he looks at it in retrospect.
