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Tommy would have to be fucking stupid to not understand that his friend’s relationship had a bit more romantic tension than platonic. See, what he didn’t expect, was for the two of them to already be dating. Tubbo and Ranboo— actually able to sort out their feelings? Shocker, legitimately. No sarcasm intended.
They’d told him just a couple hours after Ranboo’s flight had landed and he settled into Tubbo’s domain. Told him that they’d had a thing for more than just a few months. That they’d been official for almost the same amount of time. He wasn’t sure what to do with the information. How to treat them, how to act himself, etc etc. It was uncharted territory. Despite being seventeen he was never expected to deal with being a third wheel in the past.
And quite frankly he didn’t appreciate it much. He felt kind of dumb.
Not that he’d ever say that out loud. Hell, he even played up his exterior a bit. Made it seem like he was excited for them. Like he’d known all along.
And as if that wasn’t already a shit situation, he just had to have stumble face first upon a mind rattling realization. Or really, it was more of an admission. He couldn’t say there weren’t ever signs… or instances. Tommy wasn’t exactly straight, at all. He wasn’t sure what he was, labels fucking sucked, but he knew that straight dudes didn’t casually think about smooching their friends square on the lips. It wouldn’t really have been that big of a deal, if it weren’t for the fact that the root of his belated realization were the two that were fucking dating.
Dating.
Oh! And yet another shit show realization— he wasn’t fucking monogamous. What happens next? Is the queen going to invite Tommy over for brunch?
Great. Jealousy, and not just the scripted kind. Woooooah. He swore that jealousy was the worst fucking feeling. Not to get dramatic or anything, but it felt as if there was a red-hot iron forcefully wrenched down his throat and left to burn his chest from the inside out. He wasn’t being dramatic, not at all.
Basically things were shaping up to be a big fucking deal— to Tommy. Ranboo and Tubbo were oblivious to his misery. Conveniently, they seemed too obsessed with each other to even glance his way. As if they hadn’t been dating for months and were still stuck in the honey moon phase. Absolutely sickening to watch.
Even worse to feel the air tense around them.
Tommy had made a good number of mistakes in his life, but this one definitely took the cake. Who in their right fucking mind agrees to spend an entire ass month in the same space as their object of interest. Let alone two of them, and the duo being a couple. He’d have to be fucking insane. Absolutely fucking smooth brained. Tommy wouldn’t say that he was self destructive, but he wouldn’t say that he wasn’t.
That’s how he ended up face-down on Tubbo’s couch. Jealously burning away at his fingertips as he fought to keep them from twitching. He was completely wrapped up in blankets. In the uncomfortable way, blankets strewn around his form and creating a harsh barrier between his lungs and the goddamn oxygen around. His clothes were rumpled in that one specific way where they were practically constraints. He felt like he was suffocating, just didn’t care enough to fix it.
He really didn’t want to get up. Or eat breakfast. Or put on socks. Or basically much of anything. Honestly he’d be perfectly content just curled up all day. Granted he’d have to listen to Tubbo and Ranboo’s shit attempt at being at a relationship, (He wasn’t jealous, fuck that.) no to mention their indecisiveness in the choice of ‘waking’ Tommy up or not. Fuck them, if they couldn’t tell Tommy was awake then they didn’t deserve to have his presence up and about.
Their bickering was getting really annoying though.
“I really think we should wake him up!”
“Tubbo, he’s sleeping. Who knows what time he actually fell asleep last night.”
“We all went to bed at three-am and he was the first to start snoring. I think we’re good. Also, it’s noon.” Tommy could just imagine the deadpan look he was probably giving Ranboo.
Yeah.
Those two were not as good of whisperers as they thought they were. Tommy groaned loudly, successfully cutting off Ranboo and Tubbo’s shit conversation. He managed to flop himself over onto his back and keep the pillow over his eyes. He had to hide from the world somehow.
“You guys…” He let out a deep sigh, voice
hoarse from sleep. “Are so fucking looooud.”
his eyebrows scrunched up from underneath the pillows. He was way too tired for this shit.
“He rises from the dead.” Honestly fuck Ranboo, who the hell needs Ranboo?
“Fuck you.”
The silence was loud enough, Tommy just hoped Ranboo was frowning. The pillow was suddenly torn away from his face and Tommy could've sobbed right then and there. Light hitting his eyes as his arms threw themselves up in a pathetic attempt at blocking the sun. He hazily opened his eyes, met with the sight of Tubbo crouched over him. What the fuck.
“What the fuck, man?!” Yeah, he sounded whiny, sue him.
“We need you up so we can order breakfast Toms-“
“Or lunch, technically!” Ranboo piped in.
“Yeah, or lunch.” Tubbo smiled a bit at that. Gross. “‘Cause god knows none of us can cook.”
Tommy actually could cook. Surprise surprise, he hadn’t told Tubbo. He didn’t know how to make anything super fancy but he could do eggs and bacon. Easy. Too bad he didn’t feel like getting up, much less cooking. Tommy was just glad he’d worked up an appetite from the whole ordeal.
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Lunch was a small affair. Their food got there, they absolutely fucking devoured every crumb of whatever the fuck was one their plates. They’d gone on their phones for a bit. Tommy checked twitter. Subsequently hated himself for a bit, and didn’t focus on anything in the real world for a solid two hours. The usual.
Yaddy yadda, useless shit.
It was all useless because now, they were streaming. And streaming meant Tommy was in his element. Completely at ease, nope no jealousy prickling at the tip of his uvula. None at all. Tommy was sat on the far left, Tubbo smack dab in the middle, and Ranboo on the far right.
“Welcome back boy’s! To the stream.” Yeah, he was good at what he did.
“Tubbo and Ranboob’ are here, and we’re going to be doing whatever I want us to do, because I am the boss.” Truly wise words, if Tommy did say so himself. Chat definitely agreed. Totally, one-hundred percent.
They mainly just fucked about. He’d played a couple of solo bedwars games before switching out with Ranboo. Tubbo didn’t want to play bedwars. They’d then decided to turn on their cool-o-meters and play some fireboy and watergirl. Tommy was always fireboy, he vehemently refused to switch out whenever Tubbo and Ranboo did.
“Why the fuck is there even acid in the temple? What kind of fucking medieval shit is this?!?!!” Tubbo sounded too wound up for his own good, fingers tapping away as he controlled the blue ass character.
…
“I think it’s just supposed to be like that Tubbo.” Ranboo muttered.
“Hate to agree with boob boy here-“ He cut himself off, holding his breath as he manoeuvred his character onto a swing. “But he’s right Tubs.”
“Well, fuck you two.” Tubbo’s brows scrunched together.
Something brushed against his thigh before resting itself there, and Tommy fucking flinched, stilling himself immediately afterwards. He chanced a brief glance downwards, nothing too out of the ordinary for a stream.
What. The. Fuck?!
Okay, Tubbo and Ranboo held hands. Fucking obviously, they were legit dating. What Tommy didn’t understand is how and why he got to be the one always thrusted into awkward situations. ‘Cause what the fuck is this?
Tubbo and Ranboo’s hands were locked together and resting on his thigh. To be completely honest, Tommy was not sure how or why that happened. There was no way that was comfortable for them. It would make more sense if Tommy was the one sat in the middle. But, newsflash— he fucking wasn’t.
He wasn’t and he did not want to deal with the embarrassment that came with them realizing that they’d put their joint hands on his* thigh. He tepidly shook his thigh, hoping to knock their hands off or something. Alas, it didn’t fucking work, just shook along with his leg. What the fuck.
Fuck them, he’d tease stream a bit to get his point across.
Yeah. ‘Cause fuck that, humiliation was not Tommyinnit’s thing.
Nope.
Fucking never.
He feigned a look down, creasing his eyebrows as well. “Can you guys stop holding hands under the fucking table? Jesus christ.” The bit of warble in his tone was unintentional. And the exasperation was a bit less faked than he would’ve liked.
Chat went absolutely crazy at that.
kate_Inn1t: ‘beeduo holding hands?!!!’
astrom4re: ‘Kinda sus.’
beesbelovedd: ‘awwwwwwwwwww :)’
artwith_fervor: ‘platonic soulmates your honour.’
astrom4re: ‘sussy beeduo.’
dnflover_69: ‘dnf!! 💙💚’
season19ep6owo: ‘does that mean ranboo forewent the gloves ?’
bigmatebasiil: ‘show pls.’
Chat went crazy and Tubbo’s eyes bugged out of his skull. He couldn’t see Ranboo, but his expression was probably extremely similar. Their hands tore apart. Tommy had to strain back laughter at the sight of them trying to contain themselves from going off on him about their ‘privacy’. The hand he’d been using to control his beloved fireboy now pressed harshly against his lips, smile just barely visible. It was their fucking fault. ‘Don’t mix up your left from your right, and don’t rest your hands on your pining friends thigh’.
Tubbo folded himself in half, holding his head in his arms. He let out a drawn out groan. “We weren’t holding hands chat.” He raised his head just enough to look into the camera. “Tommy just likes to be a dick!” He punctuated his words with a harsh kick to a Tommy’s shin.
“Ow! What the fuck Tubbo?!??” Tommy leaned back in his chair to go pat down his shin. All in an attempt to calm his nerve endings.
When he lifted himself back up Ranboo was laughing so hard that if Tommy didn’t know any better he’d say he was having an asthma attack.
Tommy narrowed his eyes.
“Fuck you. Both of you. You both suck.” If Tommy was scowling he wouldn’t admit it.
“You’re just jeeeeaalousss.” Tubbo rasped.
Oh he didn’t even know the half of it.
Tommy grumbled quietly to himself, poising his fingers on the keyboard once more as Tubbo and Ranboo fought over whose turn it was. Tubbo eventually relented and let Ranboo shuffle closer to the desk. It was funny really, Ranboo fucking sucked at fireboy and watergirl. He kept falling into acid and missing the most obvious shit. Tommy thought it was a bit out of character but ended up not mentioning it.
After he’d hit the 1hr, 45 minute mark he was quite fucking tired. He blamed Tubbo and Ranboo for waking him up, of course.
Tommy sighed, leaned back in the chair a tad. “Alright chat. I’m gonna end stream here, make sure to follow the new vlog channel and all that.”
Hitting the ‘end stream’ button never felt more gratifying.
A sigh fell past his lips, his gaze darting to Tubbo and Ranboo. Ranboo was haphazardly tearing off his face coverings and Tubbo was glaring daggers at him.
“Tommy. What the fu-“
Nope. Tommy won’t have any of that.
“-No time bee boy, I got important shits to do.” He stood, preparing himself to walk away and catching Ranboo accidentally slamming his fingers on the side of the desk while trying to take his mask off.
Tommy almost lost his balance with how hard the laughter hit him. He supported his weight by placing his hands on the desk. Shoving a hand to his puffed out cheeks, his eyes screwing themselves shut.
Tubbo jumped, his head turning to watch Ranboo. Who was cradling his fingers in his hand. “What. Are you okay?” He sounded confused yet still concerned. Ha. Amusing.
Ranboo’s gaze lifted to meet Tubbo’s. Tommy noted how he was kind of teary eyed. Ranboo was really pretty, Tommy hated it.
He eventually felt himself calm down. Emotional high, no longer. Now he was forced to watch as Tubbo wove his fingers into Ranboo’s hair, tepidly grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss into Ranboo’s barely red fingertips, lacing their hands together afterwards. He averted his gaze.
Sigh.
There was the jealousy again.
Tommy was in for a long month.