#ranboo fanfic

[xgermankittycatx--commsopen]

ranboo and tommy meet for the first time in the zombie apocalypse at this place, cause i said so >:]]

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[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

ALSO CONSIDER ANOTHER BASED OFF A SONG:

kiss you by one direction.

ranboo is crushing, but reader is a teeny tiny bit oblivious. ranboo is always finding ways to hold onto reader, touching them, holding their arm/hand, touching their shoulder, fixing their hair for them, etc etc. one day, maybe after talking to wilbur or phil, ranboo finds the god damn courage to go out with them privately and say "please, just let me kiss you."

SORRY IM BRAINROTTING IN YOUR INBOX ILY /p

, kiss you ! ୨♡୧

ranboo x gn!reader (they/them pronouns for y/n)

warnings: the most adorable fluff you'll eva read ♡

a/n: ladies and gentlemen, joy is now supporting us with some amazing brainrot once again !!! srsly @heiijoy has the best requests /gen go read their works !! ♡

words: 965

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One thing that was obvious about Y/n was that they were incredibly oblivious and carefree. In times, that was very useful, especially as they were a streamer with a larger fanbase and community. In other times, it wasn’t as.. Helpful. Especially when their best friend of 3 years had a crush on them. And their best friend was indeed, Ranboo. 

Ranboo had always considered themselves a “hopeless romantic”, someone who believes in love no matter what relationships or situations they’ve been through personally. Ranboo always tried to be near y/n, doing at least something with him. He constantly tried to give small little hints to y/n that he had a crush on them, but most of the time, those hints would click inside other people’s brains, and not y/ns, leaving Ranboo to get teased by his friends. He would constantly leave very obvious gestures to y/n, but nothing seemed to work.

During Vidcon panels and restaurants, Ranboo would always sit right next to Y/n, purposely making sure that their hands, legs or arms were touching in some way. If Ranboo, Y/n and some other people were walking to go somewhere, Ranboo would also offer y/n his hand or arm to hold onto, and he would be a blushing and stuttering mess if Y/n accepted. Although, y/n’s oblvious self would assume Ranboo was acting that way because of the weather or some random thing. 

During a convention that Y/n and Ranboo were speaking at together, Ranboo and Y/n hung out backstage along with Wilbur, Tommy and Niki. Tommy and Niki were talking, and Wilbur was grabbing water to drink before the panel. Y/n was scrolling through Twitter, laughing at the tweets in the Twitchcon panel hashtag from the audience. 

“Hey, Y/n, come ‘ere for a second.” Ranboo spoke.

Y/n looked up from their phone and shut it off before shoving it in their pocket. They came a bit closer to Ranboo. “What’s up?” they said.

Ranboo’s cheeks had a bit of a red hue to them, wishing in his head that Y/n couldn’t notice. He reached his hands up into Y/n’s hair, tucking away a few strands behind their ear. Y/n sucked in their breath, and Ranboo swore he saw a bit of tint on Y/n’s ears. 

Ranboo pulled away his hand. “There.” he smiled.

Y/n smiled back at the tall boy in front of them. “T-thank you.”

Wilbur looked over at Ranboo and Y/n, moving his eyes back and forth between the two. He finally settled making eye contact with Ranboo and raised an eyebrow. Ranboo sighed and felt blush rise onto his cheeks once again. He looked back over at y/n quickly, and pulled out his phone.

After the panel, Wilbur and Phil texted Ranboo to come meet them in one of the creator lounges, and I quote reader, “In private.” Usually when Wilbur or Phil say something like that, it’s usually meant as “We need to talk/ask you about something” (it’s worse when it’s both of them say ‘in private’!) 

Ranboo sucked in his breath and headed over to the destination they were supposed to meet at. Ranboo finally got there after 10 minutes of walking, and saw Wilbur leaning against the wall talking to Phil as Phil drank his cup of coffee. 

Ranboo walked over to the two men and cleared his throat. “So, what did you want to ask me.. In private?” Ranboo said.

Wilbur looked over at Phil. “When were you going to tell us that you and Y/n are dating?”

Ranboo’s eyes widened. “U-uh, we’re not dating.” Phil raised an eyebrow.

“I promise you, we’re not together!” Ranboo responded, raising his arms up in defense. 

Phil spoke up. “If you’re always acting like that towards Y/n, and you two aren’t dating, then I assume you have a crush on them, correct?”

Ranboo’s mouth tightened. “You can tell us, you know. We’re basically your family.” Wilbur added, smiling.

Ranboo looked at both of them and sighed. “Yeah, I think I do like them..”  The smile of the two men’s faces could not be wiped off throughout any of that day when Ranboo and Y/n were anywhere near each other.

Reader, ever since that day, when Ranboo was basically forced to tell Phil and Will about his admiration for y/n, let's just say his head was even more filled with thoughts of y/n. Now, before the conversation with Wilbur and Phil, he already was swarmed with thoughts already. But now, it was even more than usual, to the point where he would tell himself to stop and clear his mind a bit before continuing to whatever he was doing. He knew it was a sign to tell y/n, and he finally brought himself to do it.

Ranboo and y/n were walking alone on the Brighton shore, watching the waves crash along the sand and their feet. The sun was slowly setting into a beautiful shade of baby pink and tangerine with the daisy yellow sun painting the horizon.

Ranboo and y/n both stopped in their tracks and sat down on the rocky floors of the shore and admired the beautiful sunset in front of them. Ranboo sighed and looked over at y/n.

"I love you, y/n." Ranboo spit out quickly, almost tripping over their own words. Blush rose to Ranboo's cheeks at what words he spoke, as he meant to say them a little later on in the evening but couldn't hold his tounge back.

Y/n looked over in surprise.

"Shit, I-I. I do love you y/n. Gosh, I just wanna take you anywhere you like, and show you off to everyone, and j-just-." the boy stuttered.

"Want to what?" Y/n said, smiling.

"Please, just let me kiss you."

"Kiss me, then." y/n spoke back.

And they did, reader. They did.

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oh my garsh this is too cute for me to handle !!!!! 😭 /pos

thank you so much @heiijoy, my very lovely moot, for sending this ask in! its a bit late, so sorry abt that!

my requests are still CLOSED, im just currently clearing up my drafts/inbox and writing whatever i feel like if i have the motivation to do so :]

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[kingpinparrot]

You’ve been controlling me through fiction.

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[fanboo]

They’re Sick HC’s

HEY. DO NOT READ TECHNOS IF YOURE GOING TO CRY

Dream

• Very needy bby

• Wants all the cuddles

• “Where’s Patches? I wanna pet my cat…”

• You bring him blankets, food, water, medicine and Patches

• Constantly reassuring you that he’s okay

• “It’s just a cold” he says as you take him to the doctor because he won’t stop puking

• Will yank you down into the bed to cuddle you

• But it’s cute

Sapnap

• “I’m literally fine Y/N I’m not sick”

• Is very sick

• Only admits it once you force him to take his temperature and is running a fever of 102°

• Surprisingly willing to tell you what feels wrong once you make him admit he’s sick

• Will help you take care of himself while also letting you do most of it because you don’t want him to exhaust himself

• Asks you to come cuddle for a bit

• Will fall asleep on you and will drool

Georgenotfound

• So. Fucking. Needy.

• “Y/N come cuddle pleaseeee”

• “Darling pleaaasssseeeee????”

• You basically have to lock him in his room

• Day two you caved and let him out instead of making him eat in bed

• He gave you covid

• Sapnap and Dream end up taking care of both of you

• “You two are idiots” “Shut the hell up Dream.”

WilburSoot

• He is so anxious when he’s sick

• Literally called you the second he realized he was ill

• “Don’t come over this week I’m sick.”

• “Wilbur I’m coming over, you get into bed”

• Says okay on the condition that you wear a mask at all times

• Only asks for things he needs to minimize the work you have to do

• Asks you to hold him for a bit because he couldn’t get warm and couldn’t sleep and it honestly helped him

• He’s so worried and cute and you keep him distracted the entire time

Tommyinnit

• “Y/N. I am ill.”

• Goes to bed and literally sleeps the entire time

• Lets you cuddle and get him food and whatnot

• Dude legit managed to sleep for the entire week with the exception of meal and bathroom times

• What the fuck Thomas

Technoblade

• “Eh, I’m fine”

• Still streamed

• When he started to get worse and was bedridden he’d still insist that he was okay because seeing his little sibling in so much distress caused him more pain than the cancer ever did

• He’d let you come and lay in his bed with him and you’d talk for hours

• You’d go into his room in the middle of the night and he’d wake up when he heard you open the door

• Always always ALWAYS let you hang out with him because he knew what was coming

• Told countless stories

• Comforted you to the very end

• I’m not crying you are

Tubbo

• It’s so cute

• He’s like a little kid

• Walks around the house in sweats and a blanket

• Follows you around like that

• Rests on the couch because he felt cooped up in his room

• Walks up to you from behind and adds you to his blanket and just stands there with his face pressed into your back

• Very cute

• You cuddle him a lot

• He’s so bby

Ranboo

• Mf will NOT admit to being sick

• You have to force them to go to bed

• “I am perfectly fine Y/N”

• “So who’s puke am I mopping up then?”

• Little shit

• Will not let you take care of them

• Insists on doing it himself

• Annoyingly cute

Philza

• Father is sick

• Where is Mumza

• “Mum. Dads sick.”

• You and Mumza make him stay in bed and do everything for him

• It’s fucking hilarious

• He just had a small fever and was literally fine but let you do this because it’s fun

• “Hello chat. I have a small fever so Y/N and Tristan are taking care of me.”

• Very good at acting sick for you

• “Thank you Y/N, I feel better already”

Karl Jacobs

• Shows up at your house wearing a blanket and goes straight to bed

• Sleeps half the time and helps you the other half

• It’s hard for him to eat when he’s sick so you tell him eat what he can and snack on the rest later and it helps

• Cuddles

• Helps you clean after he gets better

• He’s very cute

Quackity

• “I don’t get sick I get bitches”

• Very independent and actually takes good care of himself

• Does make you cuddle tho

• It’s all over once he pukes

• “I take it back I get sick. But also bitches.”

• Goes to bed and lets you do everything

• “Thank you Y/N” he mumbles quietly

• Forehead kisses for him

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[whoseravenwrites]

"Are you okay, love ?"

A/N : this is my first ranboo fic because I like them a lot :]

tw: anxiety, fnaf (idk, just to be sure yk) (let me know if I should add more)

cc!ranboo x cc!gn!reader

word count: 325

my masterlist

You were playing FNAF, even tho chat told you many times that this game had a lot of jumpscare and screamers, you went for it anyways.

You were panicking at every black screen but you loved the adrenaline that it gaves so you were just playing,

Ranboo heard you screaming many times, each time checking your stream to see if you were actually ok.

At one point he started to worry about your vocal chords and came in your streaming room to help you.

"Y/n, not that I trust you into beating this game but do you need help ?"

You were shaking because of the last jumpscares that sent you chills down your spine.

"Yes Ran, please, it’s so scary"

He pulled the other chair next to yours.

"okay, so, you’ve progressed well !" they said, you could see their smile through his mask.

You smiled back, his hands went on the mouse, on top of yours and his eyes locked onto the game.

"okay so you have to do that" they said, you were so focused on the game that didn’t even noticed that his hands gently slide from his tigh to yours, they were trying to calm you after noticing your shaky legs.

He turned the mic off for a seconds.

"love, are you okay ? if this game stress you too much you can still do something else you know" they said, a worried tone in his voice.

"Don’t worry Ran, it’s just the normal anxiety, it’s okay" you answered, reassuring them enough for him to turn back the mic on.

"You can play now, I’m gonna go in the living room if you need me" he said, starting to stand up.

"Can you stay with me please ? just for this game" you said in an almost begging voice.

"Okay I’m staying" he said, poorly hiding the fact that he was happy to see you wanted them to stay.

#ranboo #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n #cc!ranboo #cc!reader #ranboo mcyt #ranboo fanfic #ranboo fanfiction #writing🐦‍⬛

[1wn8ure]

i don't wanna get over you (i wanna sit with you in bed)

"Twenty wives," Tubbo says, staring at Ranboo with something unreadable in his eyes.

"He's gonna make fun of me, y'know," Tubbo continues, leaning forward enough that Ranboo can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I don't even have one wife."

"Yeah?" they whisper back, forcing their voice to maintain its lighthearted tone. "Not sure that's much of a secret."

"Maybe not." Tubbo narrows his eyes, reaching out and placing a hand on Ranboo's chest. "Maybe I don't want a wife." ------- Or, my interpretation of c!Beeduo's first kiss for @b1rdza's MTIYS!

This fic is about Minecraft roleplay characters, not real-life content creators. I interpret c!Beeduo as a romantic relationship, but other interpretations are welcome! Just know they are romantically gay and in love in this piece <3

CW: Implied alcohol abuse, drunkenness

Full fic under the cut!

Tubbo_ whispers to you: r u awake Tubbo_ whispers to you: rabooo Tubbo_ whispers to you: raboob Tubbo_ whispers to you: boob man Tubbo_ whispers to you: ha

You whisper to Tubbo_: Tubbo? You whisper to Tubbo_: It’s 3 in the morning

Tubbo_ whispers to you: yayyyy Tubbo_ whispers to you: hey minuyes mman

You whisper to Tubbo_: What are you doing up? You whisper to Tubbo_: Tubbo? You whisper to Tubbo_: Are you okay?

Tubbo_ whispers to you: mfinee Tubbo_ whispers to you: just ppeacgy

You whisper to Tubbo_: Oh You whisper to Tubbo_: …are you drunk?

Tubbo_ whispers to you: mabe a litttle Tubbo_ whispers to you: raboo Tubbo_ whispers to you: u lookk like th mooon Tubbo_ shared coordinates Tubbo_ whispers to you: ooops

You whisper to Tubbo_: Oh jeez, that’s farther than usual. You whisper to Tubbo_: …do you want me to help you get home?

Tubbo_ whispers to you: no Tubbo_ whispers to you: waitt Tubbo_ whispers to you: yy

You whisper to Tubbo_: ?

Tubbo_ whispers to you: yess Tubbo_ whispers to you: comee find mme minutw man

You whisper to Tubbo_: Okay, I’ll be there soon.

Tubbo_ whispers to you: hury Tubbo_ whispers to you: i wannaa do smthn Tubbo_ whispers to you: that imma regrett

You whisper to Tubbo_: …how about you wait until I’m there, okay? You whisper to Tubbo_: Be safe, Tubbo.

Tubbo_ whispers to you: mm Tubbo_ whispers to you: sure Tubbo_ whispers to you: wtvrr u say mminute man ----- Tubbo is going to feel like hell when he wakes up.

That's Ranboo's first thought when he finally spots the president, lying on his back at the edge of the docks. His oversized suit jacket is draped over a fence nearby, his shoes left in a heap next to it. Carefully picking his way across the weathered spruce planks, Ranboo approaches him slowly, freezing when beautiful blue eyes flick over to him and spark with recognition. Tubbo immediately starts pushing himself up, staggering to his feet.

"Ra'booo," he croons, stumbling towards them. Ranboo lurches forward as Tubbo sways, placing their hands on Tubbo's shoulders to steady him before he takes a dive into the crashing waves below.

"Woah, woah, okay," Ranboo says, tugging Tubbo further from the edge. "Let's back up a bit, yeah?"

Tubbo follows without complaint, scooting a couple blocks toward the center of the pier before flopping back down, very nearly yanking Ranboo down with him. As it is, they just barely manage to catch themselves before they crash into the wood. Tubbo stares up at them, his head lolling to the side.

"Sit down with me," Tubbo begs, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. Ranboo sighs, shrugging off his suit jacket and laying it out before taking a seat next to the president.

"Man, you're really out of it, huh?" he muses, eying the gently swaying boy next to him warily. Tubbo merely shrugs, tipping his head backward and staring up at the stars.

"Have I told you that you look like the moon?" he asks. Ranboo breathes a laugh.

"Only about ten minutes ago," they reply. "But not before tonight."

Tubbo hums in response, squinting up at the aforementioned celestial body. He jabs a finger toward it, and Ranboo looks up to see a near-perfect half moon shimmering down on them.

"Creative," Ranboo teases, nudging Tubbo's side. Tubbo turns to him, sticking his tongue out.

"You're a dick," he retorts, and Ranboo gasps in mock offense.

"Rude!" they exclaim, moving as if they were going to stand up. "And to think, I came all the way out here to find you..."

"Nooooo!" Tubbo giggles, grabbing Ranboo's hand and tugging him back. "Don't leave me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Ranboo chuckles as he complies, shaking his head ruefully. "How can I say no to that?"

Tubbo flops onto his back, still staring at Ranboo. "Exactly," he mumbles, squinting up at them. He studies them in silence for several moments, and Ranboo notes with a warm pleasure that, even drunk, Tubbo remembers to stare at his forehead, not his eyes.

"You're tall," he finally remarks, and Ranboo laughs.

"You're short," he jabs back, already settling into the familiar bickering.

"Take that back!"

"Why? It's tru-"

Ranboo's cut off as Tubbo's hand shoots out and wraps around his arm, yanking hard. He falls backward onto the spruce with a soft oomph, and Tubbo takes advantage of his moment of surprise to roll over, lying horizontally across Ranboo's torso and pinning him to the ground.

"Take it back," he sing-songs, his elbow digging into Ranboo's gut.

"Alright, alright-" Ranboo wheezes. He tries to push Tubbo off of him, but that only earns him a knee to the side. "Okay- You're not short! You're not short!"

Tubbo narrows his eyes at Ranboo, kneeing them one more time before he relents and rolls off. Ranboo gasps for air, just a little more dramatically than necessary. It earns him an affectionate eye-roll from Tubbo, who simply giggles at Ranboo's distress. Prime, his laugh, he’s beautiful-

"You're fineeee," he says, redirecting his attention up at the stars once more. Silence settles over them, and Ranboo watches Tubbo trace the constellations with his eyes, his face falling.

"Hey," Ranboo murmurs, nudging his shoulder. "Was there- um, a reason you're out here? Just- just because, or...?"

Tubbo doesn't answer immediately, but the little furrow that forms in his brow lets Ranboo know that he'd definitely heard their question. They're about to let it go, already regretting prying into Tubbo's personal life, but then they notice that Tubbo's withdrawn something from his pocket and is clenching it tightly in one hand.

Shimmering enchanted metal catches the moonlight, and Ranboo's heart twists.

"Oh," he whispers, and Tubbo squeezes his eyes shut.

Ranboo's willing to let that be the end of it, knowing how much Tubbo loathes seeming vulnerable. Not that Ranboo doesn't want to know- of course they do, it's so rare that Tubbo actually lets them know what he's dealing with, and they'd give anything to be able to lift some of the weight from his over-burdened shoulders- but Tubbo's not exactly in the best state of mind to be answering questions, and Ranboo would feel awful if they pushed him to admit something while inebriated he wouldn't have dared reveal sober.

Tubbo, however, seems to have other plans, pulling the compass up to his chest and looking over at Ranboo with something close to desperation in his expression.

"He's okay, right?" Tubbo wavers, tears gathering in his eyes. "He- he's okay. Right?"

"He's Tommy," Ranboo says as a way of an answer, inching just close enough to Tubbo that their shoulders touch. "I'm more worried about the land he's living on. There's only so many cobblestone towers a world can take."

Tubbo laughs wetly, shaking his head. "He- he's probably- probably telling all the animals about hi- his wives."

"Oh, for sure. How many does he have again? Twelve?"

Tubbo snorts, turning on his side to face Ranboo. His eyes still glisten, but the creases in his forehead have smoothed out and the compass has disappeared back into his pocket. "Think it- it was twenty last count."

Ranboo quirks a brow, mirroring Tubbo's position. "Wha- twenty? Jeez, that's a lot of wives."

Tubbo hums, tilting his head. A pensive look comes over his face, and Ranboo waits amusedly for him to puzzle out whatever's on his mind. They know that look, he’s thinking hard about something, it’s beautiful-

He takes the pause in conversation to check the time, groaning internally as he remembers they both have a cabinet meeting to attend early the next morning. Tubbo really should be getting home- it's late, and he's going to need all the sleep he can get. He should suggest that, soon. Just... not yet. It's been so long since they've been able to hang out like this, sue him if he wants it to last a little longer.

Eventually, Tubbo nods- a single, sharp motion that's swiftly followed by a wince and a soft groan.

"Head hurt?" Ranboo asks sympathetically.

"Twenty wives," Tubbo says, staring at Ranboo with something unreadable in his eyes. Ranboo hums noncommittally, waiting for Tubbo to elaborate on his newest train of thought.

"He's gonna make fun of me, y'know," Tubbo continues, and Ranboo raises his eyebrows.

"What for?" he asks, and Tubbo leans forward enough that Ranboo can smell the alcohol on his breath. They inhale sharply at the sudden closeness, entirely unsure of the direction the conversation is headed. His cheeks are so pink, he’s beautiful- Tubbo doesn't waver, face set in determination.

"Imma tell you a secret," he whispers, his voice just barely audible over the pounding of Ranboo's heart in his ears. "I don't even have one wife."

"Yeah?" they whisper back, forcing their voice to maintain its lighthearted tone. "Not sure that's much of a secret."

"Maybe not." Tubbo narrows his eyes, reaching out and placing a hand on Ranboo's chest. Immediately, warmth floods over their cheeks, and they stare with wide eyes as Tubbo tilts his head upward. "Maybe I don't want a wife."

"T-Tubbo," they stammer, wrapping a hand around his wrist. "What-"

"Kiss me," Tubbo interrupts, and Ranboo's breath seizes in his chest. Tubbo's hand twists in the front of their shirt, pressing hard into their chest. "Please, Ranboo," he begs, eyes wild and hair wilder, and Prime, he’s beautiful-

Instinctively, Ranboo tugs Tubbo's hand away, missing its presence as soon as its gone. They stare at each other, both in equal shock, before Tubbo's face crumples and he pulls back, staggering to his feet.

"Fuck," he whispers, stumbling backward several steps as he presses his palms into his eyes. His breathing quickens, and Ranboo's heart drops into his stomach as he starts to whimper quietly. "Fuck- shit-"

"Hey, wait-" Ranboo scrambles after him, gently grabbing his wrists and trying to pull them away from his face. He resists, and they chirp in distress. "Can you look at me? Please?"

Tubbo shakes his head, hiccupping sobs ripping through his chest. They give up on trying to move his hands, instead hooking their thumbs in their sleeves and wiping away the tears that are streaming down his face.

"Tubbo," they murmur, cupping his cheeks in their hands. "Look I- I'm not upset, okay?"

Tubbo melts into the contact, and his hands fall to his side though his eyes remain clenched tightly shut. He doesn't respond, but his sobs do seem to quiet somewhat, and Ranboo takes that as a sign that he's listening.

"I was just surprised," they soothe, thumbs swiping the space beneath Tubbo's eyes. "But it wasn't… wasn't bad."

Their face warms, and their throat feels tight as they force themselves to continue, months worth of buried thoughts springing to the surface all at once. "I think... I think I might like that."

Tubbo's eyes open, then, and he stares up at them with blatant hope in his eyes. "So you'll- you'll do it?" he pleads, practically falling forward onto Ranboo in his earnestness.

They hesitate, knowing all-too-well that they could never say yes. Not right now. Tubbo's too far gone right now. A step like that is… maybe not the best one to take when one party is severely inebriated and lacking in critical decision making skills.

"Later," Ranboo promises, and Tubbo's face falls. Ranboo hurries to explain, sensing the onset of another bout of sobs. "Tubbo, you're- you're drunk, right now. And I think you'd rather be sober, for that."

Tubbo grumbles discontentedly, looking down and pressing the crown of his head into Ranboo's chest. "Whyyyy," he whines, petulant and frustrated. Ranboo chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around the pouting president. Tubbo relaxes into the embrace, so much so that Ranboo suddenly finds himself supporting a decent percentage of the smaller boy's weight.

"You have to get home," Ranboo murmurs, rubbing circles into Tubbo’s back. After a moment, they add: “…and I need to know that you’re sure. That you want that, I mean.”

“I am sure,” Tubbo grumbles, clutching the back of Ranboo’s shirt. He’s getting heavier by the second, growing more and more content to let Ranboo support him rather than lift his own weight.

“You’re drunk,” Ranboo repeats, hesitating only briefly before lifting one hand to the back of Tubbo’s head and carding through his soft brown hair. “That doesn’t exactly count.”

Tubbo doesn’t respond, and momentarily Ranboo worries that he’d fallen asleep standing up, but then the hands pressing into his shirt move up to wrap around the back of his neck. “Ranboo, ‘m tired.”

“Tubbo, no kidding,” Ranboo teases, poking Tubbo’s side. “Are you gonna make me carry you all the way home?”

“M’ybe,” Tubbo slurs, and Ranboo sighs before bending down and sweeping the sleepy president up into a bridal carry. Tubbo giggles, staring at Ranboo with heavy lids and glazed eyes.

“So strong,” he says, and Ranboo huffs good-naturedly.

“Yeah, yeah,” they hum, rolling their eyes. “Funny how you only say that when I’m your only way home.”

That earns another fit of giggles from Tubbo, and Ranboo grins before tucking the president close to their chest. They start to walk, trying to keep their passenger as steady as possible considering his affinity for drunken motion-sickness. Some mistakes, you only make once.

“Boo?” Tubbo murmurs, and Ranboo’s heart flutters at the nickname.

“Yes, Bo?” he responds.

Tubbo smiles wide, his head lolling to the side. “I like when you say my name.”

Ranboo nearly stumbles over their own feet, ears growing warm. “Oh yeah, Tubbo?”

Tubbo preens with contentment, nestling into Ranboo’s chest. “Again,” he begs, eyes sliding shut.

“Tubbo,” Ranboo croons, tail coming up to wrap around the president’s ankle. “Tubbo, Tubbo, Tubbo.”

Tubbo sighs, cheeks colored bright pink. He murmurs something unintelligible, voice muffled into Ranboo’s shirt.

“Hm?” Ranboo asks, tapping Tubbo’s leg. “Too sleepy for words, are we?”

Tubbo moves his face away from Ranboo's chest, turning to look up at him. “Kiss me?” he asks again, and Ranboo nearly drops him.

“Tubbo,” they admonish gently, and Tubbo sticks out his bottom lip, giving them the most dramatic puppy-dog eyes they’ve ever seen. Ranboo has to look away, which only makes Tubbo whine louder. He starts to wriggle in their grasp, the hands around their neck doing their best to pull his head downward.

“I’ll drop you,” they warn, and Tubbo falls still with a huff. The pout doesn’t disappear, only growing in intensity. Thankfully, Tubbo’s home appears on the horizon, and Ranboo shifts him to one side so they can grab their spare key. They shoulder the door open, heading straight to Tubbo’s bedroom.

When they try to set him down in his bed, Tubbo clings onto their neck with an iron grip, stubbornness still furrowing his brow. Ranboo rolls his eyes affectionately, leaning over so that Tubbo’s back rests on the bed.

“You’re gonna have to let me go, Bo,” Ranboo says, cupping Tubbo’s cheek in one hand and bracing himself up with the other.

“I don’ wanna,” Tubbo mumbles, pressing his face into Ranboo’s hand. Ranboo can tell that he’s fighting sleep, eyes sliding shut periodically only for him to wrench them back open. “You’re gonna leave.”

“You need to sleep this off.” Gently, Ranboo reaches up and pries Tubbo’s fingers open, loosening his grip. They slip their neck out of Tubbo’s grasp, and the president’s arms fall onto the bed as if made of lead. The resulting grumble is entirely incoherent, Tubbo’s discontented words slurred by exhaustion and drink combined.

With a sigh, Ranboo stands, glancing back and forth from the door to Tubbo. The president is going to fall asleep any moment now. Ranboo could try and convince him to change into something more comfortable, but they're not sure Tubbo would let them out of the room long enough for that to happen. He’s out of his jacket, at least, and that’s something.

Oh, crap. His jacket.

Ranboo sucks in a breath as the mental image of Tubbo’s suit jacket, abandoned at the docks next to his shoes, pops into their head. They’ve spoken to Tubbo enough to know that he only owns the one, and he can’t exactly show up to a cabinet meeting half-dressed.

Well, he could. Ranboo’s sure nobody would blame Tubbo for not being dressed to the nines every day of the week. But Tubbo would feel awful, and that’s one self-deprecating spiral Ranboo would like to avoid if possible.

Tubbo, oblivious to Ranboo’s newfound distress, rolls over onto his stomach, arms spread out to either side of him. He mumbles something into his pillow, and Ranboo stirs from his train of thought.

“What was that?” Ranboo asks, mind still racing as he tries to find a solution to the predicament he’d discovered.

“‘m hot,” Tubbo whines, and Ranboo absent-mindedly places a hand on the back of his neck, knowing that their natural body temperature would feel cool against Tubbo’s skin. Tubbo hums in contentment, and Ranboo freezes as they realize what exactly they’d just done.

It’d felt so natural, like it was something they’d done a million times before. Ranboo knows it’s not, knows that tonight is the most physically affectionate the two of them had been… ever. But Tubbo’s certainly not complaining, and it’s not like they mind the casual touch either.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Prime, how many times had they stopped themself from doing something similar in the past? From reaching out and grabbing Tubbo’s hand as they walk, from trailing their fingers across his shoulders as they pass each other in a hallway, from carding through his hair as they’ve carried him home many, many nights before?

Ranboo had stopped themself, because the president had never shown any sign of reciprocation. They’d grown used to the tender ache that rested just beneath their skin, the flames that roared throughout their chest when they heard him laugh. They had been determined to learn to live with that gentle pain, knowing that to lose him would be so much worse. And they’d fumbled at the beginning, but they’d gotten so good at ignoring the traitorous thoughts, at being a good minutes man and a better friend and that’s all.

But tonight…

Tubbo’s breathing slows as his limbs relax, his lips settling into a satisfied smile.

Kiss me. Please, Ranboo.

He’s drunk. He’s drunk and he might not have meant it but he might have, he might want this too, Prime you hope-

Nope. No. Not thinking that. Not yet.

Ranboo waits, still as a statue, until Tubbo’s breathing finds a steady rhythm before carefully pulling his hand back, holding it close to his chest. He waits a couple more moments to ensure the president doesn’t wake, then edges toward the door, slipping silently out into the hallway. They speed-walk toward the front door, stepping across the threshold and easing the door closed behind them.

Only once they hear the latch click into place do they release their held breath, leaning their head against the wood and running their fingers over the palm that still burns with residual warmth. They can’t seem to stop tracing circles over the area, even after the night’s chill has stolen any heat that might’ve remained.

The jacket, they remind themself eventually, shoving all of the thoughts that are buzzing around the front of their mind into the metaphorical chest they’d been locked in for months prior. They don’t seem to fit quite right anymore, but he refuses to acknowledge the few that escape through the cracks in the lid.

Keeping their eyes firmly trained on the ground below them, they make their way back to the dock, doing their best not to think of anything but the jacket and the shoes.

Their best has never been that great, especially not when it comes to controlling their own mind.

Eventually, they reach their destination, and they grab Tubbo’s jacket in one hand and his shoes in the other. Spotting their own coat lying on the rocks nearby, they sling Tubbo’s over their shoulder and pick it up as well. They take a moment before making their return trip, still undecided on what they’re going to do once they arrive.

Because the thing is, Tubbo will not make the cabinet meeting without help in the morning. Ranboo knows this. And while he could call Quackity for help, or Fundy, even, Tubbo might not want the rest of the cabinet to know that their president had spent the past night drunk out of his mind.

In the past, Ranboo would just walk over in the morning and wake Tubbo up with a bottle of water and a regen potion. But this is the most inebriated they’ve seen Tubbo in a while, and something in their mind rebels at the thought of leaving him alone when he’s so entirely incapacitated. “What-ifs” buzz around their head at breakneck speed, each new scenario making them mentally recoil even more than the last.

Reluctantly, they come to the realization that they’re not going to be able to leave Tubbo’s house tonight. Part of them worries about the invasion of privacy, really doesn’t want to make Tubbo angry when he realizes that they’d stayed over without his explicit consent, but the larger portion knows that Tubbo would rather get his teeth kicked out of his head than appear incompetent by missing a cabinet meeting. Surely, he’ll understand once they explain themselves.

Growing more confident in their decision by the second, Ranboo begins their trek back to Tubbo’s home, both jackets slung over their shoulder. They’ll keep watch at night, just to make sure that Tubbo’s alright, and in the morning they’ll give him one of the potions they keep on them at all times and make sure he’s hydrated and fed.

They’ll go to the cabinet meeting, and then…

They don’t exactly know what happens next. The lid of the metaphysical chest rattles, hopeful thoughts aching to be set loose, but they resolutely shove them down.

Chances are, Tubbo won’t even remember what happened tonight. But Ranboo… Ranboo’s going to remind him. They already know they couldn’t live with themself if they didn’t at least try, after tonight. And if it was nothing but drunken ramblings, then they’ll both laugh it off, and Ranboo will pretend it doesn’t hurt, and they’ll go back to being friends.

And if it was real…

Kiss me. Please, Ranboo.

The half-moon shines overhead, illuminating the cloud of steam that rises from Ranboo’s mouth as he whispers an inaudible Okay. ———— Tubbo feels like absolute shit.

His eyes are slammed closed almost as soon as they’re opened, the dim light of his room sending a pickaxe crashing through the center of his forehead. He groans instinctively, and then immediately clenches his lips shut as his stomach roils, his entire body protesting consciousness with a vengeance.

“Yeah, I bet,” a voice murmurs from across the room, and Tubbo bolts upright only to immediately clasp one hand over his mouth and the other over his eyes. He waits for his head to stop spinning somewhat before tentatively peeking through his fingers, squinting blearily at the blurry blob of black and white sitting in his bedroom.

Slowly, the world comes into definition, and Tubbo can make out the vague shape of Ranboo sitting in a small wooden chair, legs crossed and a book set down on their lap. Tentatively, he lowers his hand from his mouth, his brow furrowing as his brain tries to catch up to the situation.

Ranboo stands, walking over to Tubbo’s nightstand. He hears the sound of pouring liquid, and then a smooth glass is being held out to him, filled with room-temperature water. Tubbo accepts it, taking a small sip as his mind continues to process.

“Wha-” he starts to ask, but he’s cut off as Ranboo shoves another container toward him.

“Potion first,” Ranboo insists, wiggling the bright pink bottle toward Tubbo. Tubbo winces, wanting to protest the waste of resources, but Ranboo’s face leaves no room for debate.

With a grimace, Tubbo accepts and uncorks the potion, suppressing a gag at the sickly sweet taste of regeneration. He drinks about a quarter of the bottle before his stomach starts to object, and he pauses to give it a moment to kick in. Ranboo seems satisfied, moving back to the chair and marking their page before closing their book, snapping it shut with a clap that makes Tubbo flinch as his head pounds with renewed vigor.

“Oww,” he groans, glaring daggers at his minutes man. “Dick.”

“Yup!” Ranboo chirps, far too chipper and smug for so early in the morning. “Come on, Mr. President. Cabinet meeting in thirty.”

“Fuck,” Tubbo curses, rubbing his eyes groggily. He chances another sip of regen, his nausea already quelled by the first few sips. It’s a good brew, he notes in mild surprise, quick-acting and effective. He’s already starting to feel like he might be able to function enough to get through the day, and the fog is clearing slowly from his head.

Thank Prime Ranboo was here, or Tubbo would not have made it to that cabinet meeting.

…

Wait.

“Why are you here?” Tubbo asks, thoroughly confused. He hadn’t had anyone over the night before, had he?

No, wait, he’d gone out to the docks, hadn’t he? Then how…

Ranboo’s face is sympathetic as he watches Tubbo puzzle through the sequence of events, something flashing in his eyes that Tubbo is much too preoccupied to sort through, but would probably interest him otherwise. Right now, though, Tubbo is trying to discern how he got from piss-drunk out on the docks to waking up hungover in his own bed, with a stupid-kind and overly-helpful enderman sitting-

Oh.

Oh.

Shit.

Tubbo’s eyes widen as his gaze moves to Ranboo, who waves sheepishly at him. Vague memories drift through Tubbo’s mind, and he whips out his communicator, already dreading what he’ll find.

He holds his breath while scanning the messages they’d exchanged last night, breathing a sigh of relief when he finds nothing particularly incriminating left in print. Okay. Okay, this is fine, Ranboo just helped him get home. That’s it, that’s fine, and then they stayed the night because they’re a good person and a good friend.

Ignoring the last lingering effects of nausea, Tubbo downs the rest of the potion, setting the empty bottle down on the nightstand and placing the full glass next to it. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and goes to stand, despite every muscle in his body aching in protest. Ranboo moves forward to steady him, placing their hands on Tubbo’s shoulders. Tubbo looks up in surprise, jerking away.

“Oh-” Ranboo blanches, tucking his hands behind his back. “I- sorry, I just-”

“No no,” Tubbo blurts, “S’fine, just- didn’t expect, y’know-”

“Yeah, no, right.” Ranboo nods, eyes darting around the room nervously. They stand there in silence for an awkward amount of time, Tubbo eventually clearing his throat and motioning toward his suit jacket hanging on the other side of the room.

“Uh- meeting, and all, we should probably-”

“Yes! Yeah. Meeting. For sure.”

Tubbo moves past Ranboo, taking extra care not to brush against his shoulder. He picks up his jacket and slings it over his shoulder, realizing for the first time that he’d slept in his slacks and button-up. He smooths the wrinkles in his pants as best he can while sliding on his shoes, toes pinching uncomfortably in the too-small loafers.

There’s a small shuffle as Ranboo moves past him out of the room, and Tubbo watches as they retreat down the small hallway, tail flicking nervously behind them. Prime-fucking-damnit, that’s endearing.

Tubbo exhales through his teeth, rolling out his neck. Subconsciously, a hand drifts up to rest on his shoulder, where he can still feel the faint imprint of Ranboo’s hand. As soon as his fingers touch the fabric of his shirt, his brain catches up with his body, and he jerks his hand away.

He has got to get a hold of himself. If Tubbo’s not careful, he’s going to slip, and he’s got enough on his plate without potentially ruining the first new friendship he’s made in ages.

It’d taken him a while to get it, at first. It was all-too-easy to blame his racing heart on the stress of his position, simple to attribute the light-headedness to exhaustion. But then, Ranboo had brought him dinner a couple nights ago, standing in his office and refusing to leave until he’d cleaned his plate. It was nothing, really, just the brush of fingers as a dish was passed from hand to hand, or maybe the candlelight flickering across dual-toned features, or the way he laughed at all of Tubbo’s stupid jokes.

Tubbo had closed the door with a wave and a smile, heart dropping into his stomach as he watched the minutes man leave and realized that he wanted nothing more than for him to stay.

Ranboo is his friend, Tubbo reminds himself, and that is good and miraculous and absolutely, totally, completely fine.

He just needs the part of his mind that disagrees to Shut. The Fuck. Up.

“Tubbo?” Ranboo calls from the front of the house, and Tubbo is snapped out of his reverie.

“Coming, bossman,” he responds, giving himself one last stern reprimand before heading down the hall, presidential smile already pasted on his face. He’s about to walk straight out the door, expecting Ranboo to be waiting outside, but he’s stopped by the sound of movement on his right. Looking over at his paltry excuse for a kitchenette, Tubbo balks as he spots Ranboo rifling through his cabinets, hustling and bustling around the different appliances as he prepares some sort of dish.

Tubbo doesn’t even realize he’s staring until Ranboo turns around, their ears turning dark purple as they extend a plate toward him.

“Um- Apparently breakfast helps. With, y’know- hangovers?” Ranboo’s tail whips wildly behind them as Tubbo wordlessly accepts the plate, too stunned to tell Ranboo the potion had done the trick already. Not that he would’ve, anyway.

“You cook?” Tubbo blurts out eventually, regretting his decision only briefly before Ranboo’s tail stills and the nervousness of their posture fades.

“I’ve brought you like, fifteen meals by now,” Ranboo says, raising an eyebrow bemusedly. “Do you think they just appear out of thin air?”

This time, it’s Tubbo’s turn to blush, cheeks reddening in indignation. “I didn’t know!” he protests, shifting his gaze to the food. All those dinners take on new significance as he thinks about how long Ranboo must have spent preparing each one. He stares at the eggs and toast on his plate with a sort of awe, grabbing the fork that is offered to him and shoveling a bite into his mouth.

As always, it’s absolutely heavenly, and he hears Ranboo chuckle as he closes his eyes in contentment.

“That good?” Ranboo asks, and Tubbo laments that both of his hands are too busy to flip them off. He tells Ranboo as much, mouth still full of scrambled eggs. The way Ranboo’s nose wrinkles as he laughs makes Tubbo have to take another heaping bite of eggs to keep himself from making a comment he’d regret.

“Can you eat and walk?” Ranboo asks, checking the time on his communicator. “I know you like to be early.”

Tubbo nods, still not quite trusting himself to speak. He follows as Ranboo heads for the door, hoping desperately that the warmth that spreads across his cheeks as Ranboo holds it open for him isn’t as obvious as it feels.

My hands are full, he reminds himself, walking just fast enough that he can stay in front of Ranboo. They held the door because my hands are full and they’ve got fucking manners.

The walk to the White House is full of one-sided conversation, Tubbo using his full mouth as an excuse to answer in only nods or head shakes. If Ranboo notices the strangeness of his sudden appreciation for table manners, they don’t remark on it, content to fill the silence with their own thoughts.

“I’m like- fully convinced that Enderchest is like, super intelligent. Because there was this one time, right, where he just- I was trying to get him home, and he kept running the other way because there were like, a ton of mobs, and he didn’t want- he didn’t want to run through them.”

Tubbo responds with a wordless hum, trying very hard to simultaneously focus on Ranboo’s words and silence the thoughts that make themselves known every time he speaks. It’s a careful balancing act of paying just enough attention to respond with the appropriate movement without getting tripped up in the fact that just hearing Ranboo’s voice makes Tubbo’s heart flutter. It’s a difficult task, and thankfully Tubbo is soon saved from his predicament by the appearance of the White House up ahead of them.

Slipping the plate back into his inventory, Tubbo makes sure that he’s the one to grab the door this time. Ranboo shoots him a grateful smile as they pass through, and fuck, there’s really no winning, is there, because that’s fucking adorable too.

He needs to get through this cabinet meeting. After that, he and Ranboo can go their separate ways for the rest of the day and Tubbo can figure out a new way to shut up his brain because clearly, willpower alone is not enough.

With a groan, Tubbo walks into the White House, letting the door slam shut behind him.

It’s gonna be a long fucking day. —— Two hours later, Tubbo sits slumped over their conference room table, rubbing his eyes wearily. The rest of the cabinet has already trickled out, Quackity storming off in a huff for the fifth time in as many days. At least the discussion had been slightly more civil today, by which Tubbo means they had waited a whole ten minutes before devolving into shouting.

Tubbo presses his palms into his eyes, willing away the headache that nearly every cabinet meeting brings. He hears footsteps re-enter the room, but he doesn’t look up.

“Meeting’s over,” he grumbles. “I’m not arguing anymore.”

“Uh, that’s- that’s good, ‘cause I don’t really like arguing all that much.”

Tubbo’s head jerks up, and he groans internally as he locks eyes with his minutes man before swiftly shifting his gaze to their chin. “Shit, sorry,” he rushes. “Thought you were Quackity.”

Ranboo simply hums in response, standing near the doorway and shifting nervously. Their eyes are darting around the room, never settling in one place, and Tubbo can see them worrying their lip as they puzzle through some sort of internal dilemma.

He can’t help the amused smile that spreads over his face as he watches. “Need something, bossman?” Tubbo asks, propping up his chin with his hand.

“I- Are you busy?” Ranboo asks, tail lashing wildly behind them. “Like, right now?”

Tubbo shrugs, thinking of the very large stack of paperwork sitting abandoned on his desk. “Not really,” he lies, because Ranboo seems like they’ve got something up their sleeve and Tubbo is… curious. That’s it. Curious.

(Enamored, smitten, infatuated. Some might say those are much better words to describe Tubbo in this moment, but Tubbo would tell them to fuck off and mind their own business.)

“Oh. That’s good, that’s- that’s good!” Ranboo sucks in a breath, rocking backward on their heels. Tubbo has to stifle a laugh at the expression on their face, which is an impressive mix of sheepish hope and absolute terror.

“That’s good, is it?” Tubbo teases, leaning forward. “Any reason?”

There is a reason, of course, Ranboo wouldn’t be this nervous for no reason, but it’s endlessly fun to watch Ranboo try and decide what they’re going to say. Eventually, though, Tubbo has mercy on his poor, anxious minutes man.

“How about we start walking, and you can tell me where we’re going on the way?” he proposes, and the tension in Ranboo’s shoulders drops.

“Yeah,” they sigh, nodding. “Yeah, that works.”

Tubbo chuckles as he scoots his chair backward, standing. “Lead the way, minutes man.”

Ranboo nods one more time before spinning on his heel and scurrying out of the room. Tubbo has to practically run to catch up, considering the speed at which Ranboo’s moving and the considerable difference in leg length.

He does catch up, though. Because Ranboo stays behind to hold the door for him. The absolute prick.

“You’re a prick,” Tubbo says as he walks though, which startles a laugh from Ranboo.

“Now- now what was that for?” they ask amusedly, shutting the door behind them as they both begin to walk across the spruce platform. Tubbo shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets so he doesn’t do something stupid because it’s kind of cold outside and his fingers are chilly.

“Just reminding you,” Tubbo says, grinning. Ranboo shakes his head, rolling their eyes.

“Gee, thanks,” they say sarcastically.

“You’re welcome!”

The conversation lulls for a moment, which leaves far too much room for Tubbo’s mind to run wild. Which isn’t good. He needs to find a conversation topic that’s safe, that they can banter and giggle and be normal about.

But Ranboo is close enough that Tubbo can feel their sleeves brush against each other with every other step, and that’s really not doing good things for Tubbo’s brain. Or his filter.

“Thank you for last night,” he blurts, face going beet red as soon as he registers the words that have just spilled out of his mouth. He looks to his right, away from Ranboo, pretending to admire the same scenery he’d seen a million times before.

There’s a moment of silence before Ranboo responds. “Of- Of course. It was nothing, really.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” Tubbo mumbles, shame rising suddenly from somewhere deep within him and burning his ears. “I know how I get. I shouldn’t have messaged you.”

“You can always message me,” Ranboo says, coming to a stop. Tubbo slows as well, but he still doesn’t turn to face them. “I mean- I’d rather you message me than be alone, you know?”

After a moment, they add: “And I don’t mind. Really. I’ll carry you home whenever you need me, Bo.”

Tubbo does not feel chills run down his spine, and “Bo” does not echo in his head over and over again.

He does, however, cringe as he takes in Ranboo’s words. “You carried me home?”

He looks over at Ranboo, who’s got a hand on the back of their neck. “Um… yeah, you- you couldn’t really walk, so…”

Tubbo winces, the gap in his memory making more and more sense every moment. “That bad?”

“I, um…” Ranboo folds their arms around themselves, and Tubbo does not miss how close their arms had been. “I take it you- you don’t remember, then.”

Tubbo’s heart plummets into his stomach, and his mouth suddenly feels very dry. “Remember what?” he asks, dreading the answer.

“Ah- um.” Ranboo’s nervousness seems to return tenfold, and it’s not until they step off the wooden path and onto the grass that Tubbo realizes that they’ve walked past the borders of New L’manburg and into the Greater SMP. Ranboo walks as they talk, leading them both off of the Prime Path and into a small wooded area.

“You… you said some things that made me think- which it’s fine if you don’t! That’s fine, and I can stop but- but you said something, and I thought that maybe you felt the same? But like- again, if I’m wrong then just- just forget all about this and move on, yeah?”

“Ranboo, what are you-“

Tubbo’s words die on his tongue as they step into a small clearing, the trees around them forming a near perfect circle around the meadow. There’s a picnic blanket set out in the grass, an honest-to-goodness wicker basket atop it. There are pink tulips in a crystal vase, a candle that flickers with the wind, and a blush the color of alliums on Ranboo’s face.

“What is this?” Tubbo whispers, moving forward toward the blanket. He runs his fingers over the handle of the basket, looking back to see Ranboo staring at him with something so painfully hopeful in their eyes.

“It’s… it’s a date,” they mumble, clenching their hands close to their chest. “If you- if you want it to be.”

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

“Prime, yes,” Tubbo blurts, butterflies springing to life full-force in his stomach. “Gods, I- yes. So fucking much, yes.”

Tears spring to life in Ranboo’s eyes, and for a moment Tubbo feels something close to terror and then Ranboo’s laughing in relief, scrambling forward and grabbing Tubbo’s hands. “Oh, thank Prime,” they breathe, closing their eyes and holding Tubbo’s fingers up to their cheek. “You have- you have no idea how relieving that is.”

Tubbo laughs right along with them, feeling absolutely giddy. “Gods,” he sighs, pressing his head into Ranboo’s chest. “What did I even say?”

Ranboo stiffens, then, and Tubbo looks up at him in confusion. “Ranboo?” he asks, and Ranboo drops his hand.

“What did I say?” Tubbo asks again, this time much more worried for the response.

“Well-“ Ranboo begins, then cuts themselves off. They open their eyes and sigh, and the anxiety on their face morphs into something sure and determined.

“Tell me if this is okay,” they murmur, and then Ranboo’s hands are on Tubbo’s waist and they’re leaning forward and before he even registers what’s happening Tubbo’s hands are in their hair and he’s meeting them halfway.

Their lips crash together, and it’s messy and clumsy and desperate and elated, and when they break apart the air is filled with giddy laughter. Tubbo’s knees feel weak, and Ranboo must be the same way because they practically collapse onto the picnic blanket, tugging Tubbo down with them.

The world seems like it’s spinning around them, and Tubbo feels simultaneously like he can’t get enough air in his lungs and like he’ll never need to breathe again. He rolls over to look at Ranboo only to find that they’re already looking back at him, and all it takes is one glance for them both to dissolve into giggles once more.

“Holy fuck,” Tubbo breathes, and Ranboo nods in agreement next to him.

Tubbo scoots closer, and he feels Ranboo’s arms wrap around him and pull him tight to their chest. Tubbo relaxes into their torso, listening to the rhythmic sound of their two hearts pounding in unison.

He thinks he might be dreaming, honestly, and he tells Ranboo as much.

“Well, if this is a dream then we’re both having the same one, and that’d be- that’d be pretty weird.”

Tubbo hums, snuggling into the chill of Ranboo’s body. “I can’t believe you kissed me on the first date. Desperate, much?” he teases, and Ranboo squawks in protest.

“You asked me to!” they defend, whacking the back of Tubbo’s head with their tail. “That’s what- that’s what you said. You asked me to.”

“Did I really?” Tubbo muses, and he thinks the fact might have mortified him, before, but he can’t quite find himself to feel ashamed when it led to this. “What can I say, I’m just that bold.”

“Oh, so when you do it, it’s bold, but when I do it, it’s desperate?”

“Exactly. You get it!”

“No I- I just do not, actually, at all.” Ranboo sighs, nestling their chin into the crown of Tubbo’s head. “And so what if I was desperate,” they murmur. “I’ve waited like- like months.”

“Months?” Tubbo pulls away slightly so he can look at Ranboo in shock. “Really?”

Ranboo blinks, amused smile spreading across their face. “I mean- yeah?”

Tubbo whistles lowly, shaking his head. “How the fuck did you do that? It’s been less than a week and I could hardly stand to be in the same room as you.”

“Some of us have self control, y’know,” Ranboo teases, poking Tubbo’s side.

“Oh, fuck off,” Tubbo groans, rolling out of Ranboo’s arms and onto his back. “It’s not my fault you’re so…”

Tubbo bites his tongue. Endearing, is what he was going to say, but one look at Ranboo’s face and Tubbo knows he wouldn't be living that one down any time soon. Ranboo waits with a quirked brow for Tubbo to complete his sentence, responding quip already prepared on his tongue.

“…annoying. Fucking annoying, can’t get rid of you,” Tubbo finishes, which earns him a startled laugh and smack on the shoulder in response.

“That is not what you were gonna say,” Ranboo complains.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Tubbo shrugs. “How would you know?”

“I know you,” Ranboo says, and Tubbo thinks it was supposed to be a joke but it comes out painfully genuine and fuck, it makes Tubbo want to kiss them all over again.

And something tries to stop him, something reaches out and tries to tell that thought to be quiet and stay hidden. But Ranboo is lying so close to him, and there’s a vase with his favorite flowers nearby, and Tubbo is sick of listening to that something.

“You do,” he murmurs, sitting up and placing a hand on Ranboo’s cheek.

“Kiss me?” Tubbo asks, a perfect echo of the night before, although only one of them knows it.

”Okay.”

#dream smp #dsmp #beeduo #fanfic #beeduo fanfic #cranboo #ctubbo #cranboo fanfic #ctubbo fanfic #alcohol cw #tubbo fanfic #ranboo fanfic #tubbo #ranboo #new l'manburg #1wn8ure.writes

[feminetomboy]

C! SFW BEEDUO SLASH FIC MASTERPOST

Have you ever wished to read some /r beeduo, but fear what the Ranboo/Tubbo tag on ao3 holds? Have you ever wished you could somehow magically filter the tag, so you'd see only the character works, with no explicit content in sight? Well, lucky reader, I might just have what you were searching for all along.

I went through the entire goddamn tag, and I manually filtered out all the sfw c! fics so you don't have to. And then I compiled everything into a spreadsheet. That's right, I am just that incredibly cool and sexy and amazing.

Things I tagged each fic with: word count, completion, angst/fluff, au/dsmp canon, "Do they kiss?"*, pet names** and additional notes if I felt anything else was worth mentioning (and there are also stars for fics that we especially liked)

*Only if Ranboo and Tubbo kissed explicitly on the lips, didn't count forehead/cheek/hand kisses or anything else of the sort

**Didn't count Boo, 'Bo and Beloved, since those are extremely common in the canon.

This took me and my discord pals many many hours, so I would be extremely grateful if you shared this as much as you could!! ♥

For what is and isn't on the list, as well as a disclaimer, keep reading.

What may be included on the list:

works by authors that also occasionally write RPF (I try to let you know of this in additional notes so you can avoid them if you wish! Check disclaimer for more info about this particular topic tho.)

violence, gore, there's also some cannibalism I think. I didn't tag any CW, but there are reminders to check the warning whenever I felt the fic warranted that.

What isn't on the list:

fics centered around sexual content and or involving explicit sexual content (past or present) (there is one about pregnancy, I noted so in the additional tags) (I also cut instances where the characters were making out...heavily.)

fics about CCs or works that were too ambiguous to be able to make a clear distinction between c! or cc!

works from authors that otherwise extremely frequently write RPF nsfw

unfinished works that were +- below 3K and seemed abandoned or just not properly built out yet (though I did this step very subjectively)

as I went on, I also started cutting out fics that didn't seem to have beeduo as their main focus, or if there were so many relationship tags I felt like you could find them from there as well (<- read as: I got frustrated and left out a lot of SBI centric fics)

shipping fics that included relationships not canon to the DSMP (for example, I cut out TNTduo but kept Puffychu. There's also some light background DNF in some of them I'm pretty sure, though I literally do not think there exists a fic involving both Dream and George without it being DNF, so hey, that's my reasoning. But if you want me to cut those ones out as well, let me know).

Disclaimer: I hadn't actually read all of the fics. Unfortunately, I am not the deity of free time. I've tried to skim almost every single one to find out whether or not it truly is sfw and about c! (but only if it wasn't made abundantly clear by the tags or author's notes, or if I got general weird vibes), and tried to add any warnings and additional notes I could come up with when there were some.

I also hadn't checked each author and whether or not they had written RPF in the past - again, I simply don't have the means for that (and also because most of them are anon or orphaned anyway), though I DID check some, and anything iffy I found about the author I included into additional notes.

I tried to sort everything to the best of my abilities, but I am only human - which is to say, if you DO find some fic that you thing doesn't belong there PLEASE dm me and I'll look into it! We are a community, helping each other is the key 🧡

If you are the author of any of the fics on the list and for some reason want them taken out, dm me and I'll delete them!

If you've got your own fic on the slash tag and wish to have it on the list (if it wasn't there already), dm me and I'll look into adding it!

As for the final note, I'd like to thank everyone who supported me the entire week this took, the Hellen Hellenite discord that had to listen to me bitch about fics, and most importantly, once again thank you @likecarillonbells @uyun @deminjackets for helping me tag the fics and for the philosophic discussions over whether or not certain works are c or cc ♥♥

#tubbo #ranboo #beeduo #dream smp #dsmp #tubbo fanfic #ranboo fanfic #beeduo fanfic #ao3 #dsmp fanfic #this took so much time and also sanity you have no idea #i'm seriously considering going through our discord and compiling all my findings and stupid questions into a bts post #but it's done #I'm free

[epicaxolotls]

my gift for @whole-buncha-snakess for the @mcytblrholidayexchange!! hope you like it!

(sorry if this @'s you again, had to fix something!)

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ranboo & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo Characters: Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Space, Human Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Alien Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Alien Toby Smith | Tubbo, Alien Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Non-Graphic Violence, Minor Character Death, we dont know the character its just that their death is taken very seriously, Anarchist Syndicate on Dream SMP (Video Blogging RPF), oh beeduo is very up to interpretation but imo theyve got crushes on each other, They/Them Pronouns for Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF) Summary:

Techno would offer to just beat Tubbo up so he wouldn’t talk, but he knew Phil. He knew where he drew his lines. And that meant beating Tubbo up wouldn’t be an option. So now they had a hall monitor.

It wasn’t as bad as it could be. Ranboo was the first one to actually be friendly with Tubbo.

Game nights must go on no matter who was on the ship, what was going on, who had died, or how uncomfortable everyone was with one specific person. And out of politeness, they invited Tubbo.

or: beeduo's employment to the syndicate starts out... less than legal

#my writing #mcytblr holiday exchange #technoblade fanfic #ranboo fanfic

[cranewritess]

Call It Morbid Curiosity

"The audience has chosen for you to die!"

Darkness, agonizing pain, and then nothing. They float in a void of nothingness, senses gone, and they wonder if this is what death is meant to be like.

That is, until their vision is filled with nothing but blinding, violet light, and their back meets solid ground.

Or; Generation Loss took place on a hardcore server, Showfall are Watchers, and The Hero, Taken, and Sacrifice wake up in a cavern in a world unlike what they knew (but how much did they really know, anyways?).

#fic #my fic #writing #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 9 #generation loss #hermitcraft fanfic #generation loss fanfic #grian #gtws #xisuma #ranboo #sneegsnag #charlie slimecicle #generation loss fanart #hermitcraft fanart #grian fanfic #ranboo fanfic #genloss sneeg #genloss charlie #genloss ranboo #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own

[gayritory]

GN!Arcade shenanigans

!Gn reader x ranboo

Requested by: @colorfull-cord

Tws: violence, dark humor, few mentions of y/n

NGL i would love to be ranboos best friend. he seems so chill and fun to be around.

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It's finally Friday and do you know what that means??

"The Friday bestie meetup",

Yeah it's pretty non-original but you both insisted that you MUST have a name for your meetups every Friday.

You get the point, you and your 'bestie westie' Ranboo meet up every Friday!! This Friday was going to be a little different then the others, Instead your usual meetups, you both decided you wanted to do something competitive that didn't involve much exercise.

Which ended up with one solution;

AN ARCADE

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On your way to the arcade you were hysterically bouncing in your seat- you couldn't wait any longer!

So, that's when you decided to call ranboo.

A poor frantatic ranboo answered the phone thinking something was wrong, "Hello? heLlo!!"

You snorted at his voice cracks but in the end your nerves settled down due to hearing the voice of your anxiety filled friend.

"It's so nice to hear your velvety voice!" You replied fully noticing his anxiousness but that was being overwritten by the overwhelmingly happiness of hearing him.

"y/n? wait hi! I'm sorry! am i running late?" Poor ranboo replied being fully unaware of what's happening.

"nope!", you said while popping the "p" enthusiastically whilst you heard a relieved sigh from the other end.

You replied to the sigh by saying; "Anyway I just wanted to know if you're alive and you better be ready to get your ass kicked in these games! Oh! I have to go, I'm about to run over a child BYE!"

"NUH NU NO! YOUR GETTING YOUR ASS KICKE- wait WHA?-" that's when you pressed the hang up button and started playing music on your radio, bopping your head to the beats as if that interaction didn't happen.

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Once you got to the parking lot you saw your best friend's car.

"OH RANBOO ITS BEEN YEARS!" you dramatically gasped as you ran up to ranboo who was exiting his car.

"not gonna lie i thought I'd have to get quackity involved in your trial due to your driving skills" ranboo calmly said while placing his arms around you.

You gave ranboo a terrifying glance and squeezed his waist in a threatening way..

"I mean- your the best nascar driver! amazing Uber amazing 5 star…" ranboo goofily stuttered out as he led your koala attached self to the arcade doors, all whilst giving him a death glare and never letting go of the "hug".

Unfortunately you were basically pressured into getting off ranboo when you walked in. The staff members gave you both wierd stares, looking like they were 1 second away from calling security.

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Once you and ranboo got the credits from the concerned employees you both raced to the closest 2 player game, without saying a word;

Connect 4!

Unfortunately ranboo purposely kept bumping his hips into you on the way there to get ahead of you. His hip bumps turned into a HUGE disadvantage since you ended up arriving 3 seconds after ranboo. (Note the sarcasm.)

Connect 4 was going pretty calm with a few 'take thats' every time you blocked eachother off. That was untill you made a smart move which ended up with you winning no matter what! You had 2 options for connect four and even if ranboo blocked you from winning, you'd win from another spot.

Once you noticed what happened you gave a smug smirk as you watched ranboo in 4k trying to figure out a spot to place his digital coin.

That's when his eyes lit up as he found one out of the 2 ways to block you.. That's when you saw ranboos world crumbling right in front of you. His once lit eyes became siren eyes as he saw another way to block you from winning.

Ranboo slowly crossed his arms.

"if i don't play, no one wins" ranboo smugly said as he stood up and casually walked away.

Ranboo really thought he did a 10 thousand IQ move, but that's when his IQ dropped to a -3 since his walking came to an abrupt stop due to hearing a loud male voice screaming "red player wins!"

He slowly turned around to see the once digital connect 4 set up was turned into the large letters of "RED PLAYER WINS!!" he turned his glanced lower and was meeting face to face with a grinning y/n.

"dumb ass" you simply joked as you dragged dumbfounded ranboo to skeeball.

Ranboo was pretty upset that you won the FIRST game so he was in deep concentration for this game.

The skee ball competition started pretty chill, only a few death threats were being sent- which caused curious children to surround you both, only for the parents to take their children away.

But other than that it was pretty chill, (Not the sarcasm again) thats when you noticed ranboo was a few hundred points ahead of you!

You knew you weren't going to catch up so you did the first thing that came to mind:

throwing the skee ball on ranboos foot.

Ranboo let out a loud yelp causing strangers to give you both strange looks.

"hEy!" ranboo tried protesting only for you to say 'hey' back.

To your dismay, dropping a skeeball on ranboos big toe didn't cause you to catch up. Instead you lost more points since you were laughing at teary eyed ranboo more than playing.

After that game ranboo wobbled on his heel to another competitive game, which he was planning to get revenge on.

AIR HOCKEY!!

Before the game started, ranboo gave you death stares for your teasing which caused you to laugh more which caused him to give you more stares.

it's like the circle of life!!

right when ranboo forcefully hit the puck first you knew you were in trouble.

"IM GANNA GET YA FINNGIES!" ranboo singsongingly sang as he kept using his full strength to get you.

Poor you was just anxiously hitting it back, making sure not to leave your fingers exposed.

The game was going on for awhile which caused you to expose some of your fingers.

That was a mistake.

let's just say it ended up with you both getting an Uber to the closest ER! Turns out ranboo sprained his big toe and you broke your pointer finger.

"at least i still have my middle finger" you stated between tears as you both sat in the ER room.

#dream smp x reader #dsmp fanfic #fluff #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #dsmp fluff #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #ranboo fluff #ranboo fanfic #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n #platonic #cuteness #arcade #funny

[justdsmp1]

⋆ 𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵

Pairing(s): Ranboo x Reader

Pronouns: They/them

About: You annoy Ranboo until he tickles you and chat ships you more.

Word count: 305

Masterlist

I sat next to Ranboo as he started his stream by greeting chat, when you are then pulled into frame.

"Hey chat"You smile at the camera, showing your dimples. Ranboo smiles at you.

"Today is a chill just chatting stream, "Ranboo tells chat, I nod in conformation.

He goes silent for a moment, you then decide you would start poking his cheek continuously, seeing how long it would take for him to retaliate. You continue to poke his cheek, you stop for a moment and he turns to you, and you start booping his nose. He boops it back, you scrunch your nose up and boop him. He does nothing and you tilt your head in confusion, then boop it again and then he tackles you out of the chair, bumping the webcam in the process that it shows, what's happening. He starts tickling you, you giggle uncontrollably, and he laughs along with you finding it your laugh contagious.

He continues to tickle you as you beg for him to stop, finally, he does and you catch your breath from giggling so much, he helps you to your feet.

"They are so ticklish, I thought it would be hard to find their ticklish spot, "Ranboo says, laughing.

"I'm not that ticklish" I exclaim to him, he looks at him then laughs making me pout.

"You really are, "He says, looking at you. You shake your head in disagreement.

We look over to chat when we see our ship name in the chat. We sigh then laugh at the ship name, it was pretty funny. We didn't mind getting shipped as I think we both knew we liked each other but just don't know how to bring it up, so we leave it for now as much as it pains me.

#ranboo #ranboo fanfic #ranboo x reader #dream smp #dsmpfanfic #dsmp x reader #dsmp #ranboo x you #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt #dsmp x you

[thefanficmonster]

Soulmates

Ranboo & Wilbur’s Sister!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFF, Platonic Fluff, CUTENESS, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Few of the many highlights of Ranboo’s trip to UK where him and Wilbur’s sister Y/N meet in person for the first time.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🤗 Hope this is your best one yet and I hope you spend it marvelously with people you love. Have fun on your special day and save me a slice of cake 😉 I hope you like my birthday gift for you! Wish you a long life full of success and happiness 🌺 Lots of love, Vy ❤

The day Y/N mistakably wandered into Wilbur’s recording room, assuming he wasn’t streaming, to complain about her then-boyfriend who had pissed her the hell off should be written down in history.

Because that’s the day Y/N met Ranboo. That’s the day Tommy and Wilbur knew that a beast of a friendship has been kindled.

Oh, if only they knew that their terminology didn’t even scratch the surface.

A few months of daily texting, video chats and calls between him and Y/N, much to the surprise of both his friends, Ranboo called them one beautiful grey morning, asking for one of them to haul ass as soon as possible and pick him up from the airport.

Y/N, who overheard the call because of how loud the boy had to yell to outshout the wind howling outside, took the ‘as soon as possible’ part super seriously, therefore ushering her brother into the car, speeding a little over the speed limit - with thankfully no repercussions - towards what turned out to be the best weekend of her entire life. Now, eighteen years might not be a long time, but if we consider what memories of these past eighteen years will stick out in her memory in the future eighteen years, this weekend will definitely be at the top.

Little did she know at the time that the same would apply for Ranboo, but also for the people who watched the vlogs Tommy and Wilbur shot while touring their friend around the beauty of London and Brighton - sights he saw so little of considering his eyes were so transfixed on the girl who he found to be his literal soulmate.

Allow me to give you a few examples in chronological order.

The Airport, Friday 29.04.2022, 10:30 AM

You know those moments in rom-coms when one character meets the other at the airport after being apart for what to them felt like an eternity? Ok, now imagine that exact thing but between two friends. Got the mental image? If not, don’t worry, I’ll describe it to you.

Wilbur has barely parks the car when Y/N leaps out of the backseat, scaring the driver and Tommy, who is in the passenger seat senseless. Her brother has every intention of scolding her when he too gets out of the car but is stopped by what he sees - the wholesomeness of the scene in front of him.

Just like in those cheesy movies, Ranboo has abandoned his luggage to catch the excited girl, locking her in his embrace as he spins her around, provoking a fit of giggles from her as she holds onto him for dear life.

Only once he’s set her down the height difference becomes explicitly visible, standing at a foot and then some, forcing Y/N to crane her neck every time she tries to look the boy in the eyes.

“So, if I run at you at max speed, I’ll get the same treatment?“ Being the last to emerge from the vehicle, Tommy calls out to Ranboo from afar, as if giving himself time and space to pick up speed if he gets an affirmative answer.

“Don’t even think about it!“ Ranboo sticks out the arm that isn’t wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders to signal for Tommy to not pull a stunt like that, “Special treatment for special people.“

“Oh you...“ The blond starts but is cut off by the second tree-of-a-man present.

“Let it go, Tommy. At least you’re not the luggage boy.“ He hisses, turning his gaze at his sister and her new best friend as he picks up the aforementioned abandoned luggage.

Neither of them notice though, both turned to one another as they’ve already started a random conversation. That’s how the other two Brits immediately know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend for all parties involved...

The Soot Home, Friday 29.04.2022, 09:00 PM

The plan was to watch a movie before Tommy has to go home for the night despite being invited to stay over countless times. Yes, that was the plan. However, what this night inevitably turned into is a recreation of the moment in the cinema when a couple of people sitting close to you just keep chatting, albeit in hushed whispers, it’s still distracting.

In Ranboo and Y/N’s defense, though, the movie is hella boring. Even Wilbur and Tommy started drifting off about half an hour into it but still, as the oldest of the bunch, the first-born Soot frequently felt the need to shush his sister and his friend, more as to not wake up the sleeping Tommy than for him to be able to hear the dialog in the movie.

But, as you could probably imagine, the warning has effect for about two minutes before the two break out in chatter.

“Ok, with the speed we’re going at we’ll find solutions to all the world’s problems. But before we stray that far, tell me: what places do you wanna visit specifically?“ Y/N asks the American who, unbeknownst to her, is having a really hard time registering her words because of how awed he is by her accent. It’s far from his first time being faced with the charm of Brits, but man, yours is on a whole new level.

That’s why he takes a moment or two to respond, pretending he’s thinking up an answer when in reality he’s picking up the fragments of what he did hear you say, trying to fit them together to form what is it you probably said, “Um...well, wherever you think it’s a worthy place to take me to I’m all cool with.” He follows that up with an unspoken: “As long as you’re the tour guide, I’ll be happy anywhere.”

Y/N bites her lip, gaze growing a bit unfocused as if she’s racking through her memories to find a place she thinks is worth a visit and a place he’d also enjoy visiting.

Before she can think any better of it, she blurts out: “My favorite place in London is the pier my the bridge. The actual bridge is pretty nice, but I love the pier, you can see the cutest sailboats and, if the weather is gloomy - which it always is - in the late afternoon, they turn on the decorative lights. I’m telling you, you’ve never seen a prettier sight.” She pauses for a second to catch her breath and put her gushing on hold for the purpose of realism, “But it’ll probably be too windy so...”

“So that’s where we’re going. Wind be damned.“ Ranboo says without missing a beat, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles fondly at this bubbly girl who’s currently exhibiting the most innocent and child-like joy with her sparkling eyes and the grin on her face. 

She straightens in her seat, enough to be able to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The pier will need to take the second place on the list of things worthy of Ranboo’s attention tomorrow. In fact, that will be the last thing he’s looking at if Y/N will be this happy all throughout the journey.

Her smile, her happiness - it’s a sight he doesn’t want to leave without embedding into his brain first.

The following morning...

“So much for going home.“ Wilbur says to Tommy who’s just awoken from his spot on the floor where they’d littered a bunch of pillows for him to be comfortable while watching the movie the night before.

He too had dozed off on the couch, somewhere near the hour mark of the movie so he hadn’t thought to wake up his friend, nor had he noticed the other two cuddled up eighteen-year-olds on the opposite end of the couch who too had fallen asleep, just significantly later than the other two.

With a single conspiratorial smile exchanged between the two blondes, the taller one goes and grabs a polaroid camera - gifted to him by Y/N - and snaps a picture of the two slumbering friends.

Project ‘Memories in the making’ has commenced.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 12:30 PM

“Before you go and make fun of out hair in the comments just know that this entire expedition was Y/N’s idea! Y/N!“ Tommy, whose arm is already starting to go sore from holding his camera up vlogger style, looks over his shoulder to seek out the perpetrator of the crime against his and Wilbur’s hair.

He finds that she’s occupied with something at the moment.

With what?

Well, her and Ranboo have fallen behind but it’s not even a surprise anymore. They’ve taken stop after stop, just to talk, each time bringing Wilbur and Tommy, the parents of the group, closer to shoving them back in the car and driving them home. Although they probably wouldn’t find anything wrong with that  either.

As of what Y/N’s occupied with - she’s standing on a bench to give her some leveling with Ranboo’s height. Her hair is just as wild as theirs and so is Ranboo’s but Y/N’s currently tending to the case with the power of hair clips, using them to keep the boy’s hair out of his eyes. To top it all off, they’re butterfly and flower shaped so the sight of Ranboo once the girl has finished with her work is that much more adorable.

As annoying as Wilbur’s been pretending to find these two all this time, he can’t help but smile. He hasn’t seen his sister this happy in what feels like forever. It’s a moment he wants to commemorate for their sake as well as his.

And so he takes a few more pictures - one while Y/N’s still working with Ranboo’s mess of hair; another when he looks at himself with his phone’s front camera and they both burst out laughing; and a third one when he picks the girl up in his arms, whirling her around briefly before setting her down. 

He contemplates taking another shot of t he moment they share, looking into each other’s eyes so adoringly, but he finds it too personal for him to photograph although he’s pretty sure it’ll be forever photographed in their own memory.

He does, however, snap one more shot when Ranboo ruffles Y/N’s hair and pats her head lovingly afterwards.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 04:00 PM

After setting up the tripod for a group picture, the four strike a pose: Tommy crouched in front of everyone else; Wilbur on Ranboo’s left, standing tall and proud with a purposeful and faux serious look on his face with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans; Y/N piggybacked on Ranboo’s back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders for her own security despite his hands holding her up by the backs of her knees.

The camera has been set up to take several shots at even intervals so they can strike different poses for each shot.

Reviewing them afterwards reveals that the best one, without a doubt is the one that was captured a mere two seconds after Y/N cracked a joke that’s got all four of them laughing their butts off. A small detail making the picture better is the fact that Ranboo turned his head to the side to be able to look at her over his shoulder. It’s an adorable moment to be caught between them, much like the one Wilbur chose not to photograph earlier.

Faith has a way of playing its way whether we play accordingly or not.

“Hey, is anyone hungry or is it just me?“ Tommy inquires after having gathered the tripod and has resumed vlogging.

If he hadn’t mentioned it, neither of the other three would’ve noticed the growling of their own stomachs, but since he luckily did, they immediately confirm that they’re in the same boat as him.

“There’s that diner we frequent like two minutes down the pier. What do you guys say?“ Wilbur suggests, turning to his friends and sister who’s now become a package deal with Ranboo. Yes, he refuses to set her down.

“I’m down, as long as I can walk there myself.“ Y/N complains, her arms still clasped around the boy’s shoulders to avoid having her return to ground be a graceless plummet.

“No way. Guide me there.“ With that said Ranboo takes off running, marking it the first time this entire trip that they have been ahead of the two blondes.

Chucking exasperatedly to themselves, Wilbur and Tommy follow suit, all the while being able to pinpoint exactly where the other half of their group is because of Y/N’s squeals of Ranboo’s name all the way to the diner.

Will didn’t get a chance to snap a pic of that, but Tommy did catch it with his vlogging camera so the moment won’t be lost in time.

The Amusement Park, Sunday 01.05.2022, 02:00 PM

“No, no, no, Y/N. You can’t go on that ride, you need at least another two inches to qualify.“ Ranboo tells the girl who’s looking longingly at the ride she might actually not be tall enough to ride but is too afraid of disappointment to actually go to the measuring stand.

She might be a little more than half his height, but she’s got more than enough fury capacity to turn around and glare at him, even if that means tilting her head back a comical amount.

“I’m not short, you’re a tree!“ She complains, arms crossed over her chest, a pouty lip, the whole nine yards of looking exactly like a child among the actual children at this amusement park.

Sparing her any potential neck pain, he bends down so they’re at an approximate eye level, the crinkled corners of his eyes letting her know he’s getting one hell of a kick out of this even if his mask is shielding his smile, “And you...” he boops her nose, “...are a treat. A treat of a friend.”

“We’re going on the goddamn ride without you two.“ Tommy calls out to them from five feet away, where him and Will have been standing and observing the interaction before them.

“You know what, go ahead.“ Ranboo motions to the ride, encouraging them to do just that, “We’ll grab some cotton candy and I’ll win Y/N a stuffed animal or two.”

With an arm wrapped around her shoulders, he guides her to the few carnival games that are a part of the amusement park. Although she complies, she doesn’t do so without a complaint, “I can win my own stuffed animals.”

“I’m sure you can Sharp-shooter. Sorry, Short-shooter.“ He teasingly replies.

“Ranboo!“

Luckily, that nose boop was caught by Wilbur’s perfectly on time reflex to snap a shot of that adorable argument. Another wholesome memory to add to the collection.

The Airport, Monday 02.05.2022, 09:00 AM

You know that heartbreaking scene in rom-coms when the two main characters have to say goodbye because one of them is leaving the country for one reason or another? Yeah, imagine that with two best friends instead....again. As before, if you can’t picture it, I got you, no worries.

“But you’ll visit us again soon, right?“ 

This is the millionth time Y/N has asked Ranboo this question and yet the answer still, to her delight, has remained the same. “Of course I will! Either I’m coming here or you’re coming to the US.“

Standing some ways away to let the two exchange goodbyes in peace are Wilbur and Tommy who are genuinely upset to see how heartbroken the girl is.

“They really love each other.“ Tommy says, he too getting slightly emotional at the thought of saying goodbye to his friend.

“They’re soulmates. Soulmates first, friends second.“ Will tells him, his movements unsure as he lifts the camera to capture the second to last picture of Ranboo’s visit.

The very last one is the selfie he takes of the entire group right before Ranboo has to go through the gate, leaving the three behind with a heavy heart that keeps screaming at him to stay although he can’t.

Wilbur drapes the camera’s safety strap around Y/N’s neck, snapping her out of her thoughts as her hands gently take hold of it, inspecting it closely, not having seen it since she saw Wilbur unwrap it on his birthday two years ago.

“I completely forgot to remind you of this. We could’ve used it to take some very cool pictures this weekend.“ She sniffles, pulling herself together after being in tears for the past twenty minutes.

Wilbur smiles quietly to himself, a hand on her back leading her out to the car where Tommy’s already waiting for them, opting to sit in the back as to keep Y/N company and comfort her on the drive home. 

“Don’t worry, it was utilized well.” He responds cryptically and is relieved when she doesn’t ask what he means by that.

Instead, she quietly sits in the backseat, cuddling into Tommy’s side to take a nap after pulling an all-nighter with Ranboo.

The meaning of what her brother said is revealed when she wakes up in her bed a few hours later. On her nightstand, she finds a pocket-sized book which she figures is a polaroid picture album. 

In the first slot, instead of a picture, there is a piece of paper with the question: “What’s a soulmate?” printed on it in cursive lettering.

Flicking through the other pages, she’s stunned to see the many pictures Wilbur took of them throughout this weekend, pictures she’s seeing for the first time.

By the time she gets to the end, she’s in tears all over again, and the final page doesn’t help - it’s another piece of paper instead of a picture and with the same lettering but bolder is written: “THAT” with a heart beneath it.

Wilbur couldn’t have been more right - that, that right there, what Y/N and Ranboo have, it proves that soulmates exist. That in this world, there is someone for everyone, be it romantic, platonic or otherwise.

They have each other.

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[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

SO. ANOTHER. steal my girl by 1D.

this could probably be fem!reader

ranboo and reader have known eachother since they were about 15/16, and he's ALWAYS loved her. ALWAYS. once they finally start dating, maybe once they're both 17/18, ranboo starts steaming, chat says stuff along the lines of "y/n could do better" or "she deserves better than ranboo fr" or "i could get y/n EASY" so ranboo goes out of his way to say "no one can steal my girl, nor does she even WANT any of you." SOMETHIN ALONG THOSE LINES!!

literally SCREAMED at this bro , you have no idea

, my girl !!

☆ ranboo x fem!reader

warnings: she/her pronouns, fem reader, chat being a dick, protective ran (drives me crazy /pos), ran + y/n are both 19 in this fic, ran's pov entire fic ☽

☆ a/n: utterly obsessed with this ask !! lovely @heiijoy actually sent me a whole bunch of other amazing fic ideas in our messagesand i was screaming and giggling and kicking my feet the entire time !! yall dont know how excited am i abt being able to write this and have such amazing moots oml

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ranboo pov

I've always admired Y/n. I did then, and I still do.

Since I first saw her at the locker next to me in sophomore year, something just, clicked inside of me. At first, I originally saw her as a locker-hallway crush only, until classes got changed due to a teacher leaving. Suddenly, the hallway-locker crush turned into same-classes crush. For some odd reason, the teachers would also often pair us in the same partners and groups, and we would sit near or next to each other sometimes. I kind of just played it off as pure luck on my part.

I would see y/n in about 90% of my classes, but we were assigned permanent partners one day in English for the rest of the year. I got to talk way more to her in class, and we even hung out a few times. I eventually did get her number and we started to hang out more, but not just for study sessions. We eventually had a really strong friendship, but I still admired her.

Time skip, but one of my friends who was dating y/n's best friend told me that y/n actually liked me back, and she had for a while. At first I didn't believe him, until y/n texted me to meet up at the stargazing hill we always went to and told me she liked me.

After that, we started dating. I started my Twitch and YouTube around then, and started blowing up very quickly. Y/n was always there to support me and what I wanted to do, and I was eventually invited to the Dream SMP, which also quickly raised my following and reputation even more. When I got an invitation from Toby and Tommy to meet them in the UK, Y/n also came with me. She's always been at my side, streamer or not.

present day

"'Just Talking streams never end well'? Damn, you guys are mean!" I said, laughing and flipping off the camera.

I spinned my chair slightly to the left, focusing my eyes on the other monitor that showed StreamLabs and the chat. I scanned my eyes over the chat, and a few messages caught my eye.

user4531: hi everyone!

user78787877: y/n could do better tbh

ranboofan69: @user78787877 frrr she deserves more than ranboo

rainbow4eva: i love your shirt!

socoolfan: @ranboofan69 yeah i could get y/n SO EASY bro

I sighed loudly enough for the microphone to pick up. I looked back over to chat and saw moderators turn off chat to send a warning message and put it chat onto "emotes only" mode.

I laughed. "The fact some of you guys are so confident in stealing y/n from me is actually very funny." I stared into the webcam. "Y/n is my girl, nor does she even want any of you all."

Let's just say y/nboo and that clip was trending on Twitter for a little while.

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kinda a short but fic but i hope u guys liked !! thanks @heiijoy for the lovely req <3

please support me by liking, following, replying or reblogging! my inbox is currently CLOSED, so no requests for the time being or they will be deleted. thank you!

love u all mwah xoxoxox

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[kingpinparrot]

Generational Trauma (Fic is Event Horizon by @hellenite)

(Reblogs appreciated)

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[fanboo]

Ranboo headcanons:

• They like when you run at and jump on them when you see them in public

• They will show up to your house every other Saturday to make you breakfast

• When you’re sad, he picks you up and spins while yelling “No more sad! Only dizzy!”

• Ran always gets dizzy faster than you when this happens, but the don’t mind because it always ends with the two of you laughing on the floor

• When Ran is feeling more affectionate they’ll randomly grab your hand and gently bite it to let you know he wants cuddles

• Cuddles

• “Y/N, is ___ flammable?” *muffled sounds of panic* “Never mind, it’s fine, everything is fine, don’t worry.”

• Ran lit his cereal on fire.

• When you first met, they had half a burger in their mouth.

• Tommy introduced you

• Ran asked you out, after telling you no for weeks

• They said no for so long because they had ordered flowers and candy to give you when they asked. They wanted to be the one to ask.

• He took you on a day long date that ended with a picnic at the park. The sky was clear and full of stars, and they brought you one of their comfiest hoodies because they purposely picked a cold night to ask

• Neither of you noticed but you had your first kiss under a shooting star

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[whoseravenwrites]

Eyes don't lies

A/N : this one is kinda short but I'm slowly getting back into writing

tw: nothing :)

cc!ranboo x gn!reader

word count: 175

my masterlist

Ranboo was lying on the couch in the living room, they were scrolling on their phone through Tumblr, sending you random posts he would see on there and waiting to hear your little giggles through the house.

At one point, you walked out of your room, looking at them with a desperate look plastered on your face.

“Are you serious ?” you asked them, hardly trying to keep a straight and serious face.

“Yes. It’s very funny I don’t care about what you think” he said, smiling at you, even tho he was wearing his mask, you could see the happiness in their eyes.

“You’re wicked Ran I hope you know that,” you said, sitting next to them, he sat down as well instead of lying.

“I can see the sparkles in your eyes Ran,” you said as he was looking at you, their eyes stuck on yours.

“I know you love me you can’t stop smiling” he was smiling through his eyes as they could see you blushing and forcing yourself to not smile.

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