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When Tubbo wakes up, he fumbles sleepily at the other side of the bed where Ranboo should be. Ranboo falls asleep holding him usually, and then he manages to curl in on himself like a lazy cat for the rest of the night.
When Tubbo’s hand hits empty sheets, he shakes himself awake a bit more and properly checks the time.
The digital readout seems to judge him as he realizes it’s past 8 PM and he’s slept over nineteen hours at this point.
He knows he fell asleep earlier than his boyfriend the previous night, but he had felt Ranboo slide into the bed next to him.
Tubbo misses Ranboo’s comforting warmth and desperately wants to burrow into his side again.
Ranboo always teases him for being like a creature in hibernation on days like these and Tubbo only regrets them for the lack of time he gets with Ranboo.
It doesn’t dawn on him until later that Ranboo might be streaming when he wanders into the office space.
“I’m live,” Ranboo calls out and Tubbo feels the slight hope that he could convince his boyfriend to come back to bed with him shatter.
Tubbo stumbles into the chair next to Ranboo anyway, rubbing his eyes absentmindedly.
He can feel himself wanting to reach out and touch Ranboo and he realizes shortly after that is not the impression he wants to give off on stream.
Ranboo makes his usual concerned comments about his sleeping schedule - damn his endlessly caring partner - and Tubbo waves them off as he trudges back to bed. He’s just too sleepy to deal with a camera persona and entertain Ranboo’s stream.
As Tubbo crawls back under the covers, he hopes Ranboo will soon follow.
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It must be Tubbo’s lucky day, because he feels the bed dip under Ranboo’s weight not two hours later.
Ranboo’s hand cards through his hair and Tubbo resists the urge to lean into the touch like a touch-starved pet.
“Bee, how are you still sleepy?” Ranboo’s voice is teasing as he slides next to Tubbo.
“Mm, bed comfy,” Tubbo mumbles. He can make out Ranboo’s head shaking in the dim light even as Ranboo’s hand never stops stroking his hair.
“People were asking about you on the stream,” Ranboo continues, pulling Tubbo more into his lap. Tubbo curls gratefully into Ranboo’s side as he soaks up the heat from his boyfriend.
“Was too tempted to climb into your lap on stream,” Tubbo admits and Ranboo snorts.
“We’d trend for that, y’know,” Ranboo points out and Tubbo can only think of the PR talking-to he’d get from Wilbur afterwards.
“Wilbur would be so mad we didn’t plan it.”
“Wilbur still thinks we don’t know he’s dating Tommy; he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on here.”
“Boo, have I ever told you how sexy you are when you call people out on their shit?” Tubbo thinks he sounds a bit enamored with that comment, but Ranboo has him head over heels.
“You’re ridiculous,” Ranboo retorts, but he still kisses Tubbo’s head as he says it.
“You love me,” Tubbo gloats and Ranboo sighs.
“Unfortunately.”
“Hey, wait, fuck you!”
“I’m kidding, bee, go back to sleep before you give yourself an aneurysm or something.”
“Okay, but you better be holding me when I wake up next time or I’m telling Twitter you snore.”
“I don’t even snore!”
“Twitter doesn’t know that.”
Instead of replying, Ranboo grabs Tubbo by the waist to situate him more in his lap and presses his hand over Tubbo’s mouth.
“Gonna be good or do I need to gag you?” Ranboo asks as Tubbo debates licking his hand to get him to move it.
“Kinky,” Tubbo says into his hand instead.
“We are not Wilbur and Tommy,” Ranboo deadpans as he takes his hand away.
“Are you still mad at me for telling you about their sex life? I’m sorry, okay, Tommy doesn’t shut up about it,” Tubbo complains.
“I don’t want to know about Tommy’s daddy kink,” Ranboo replies, shuddering. Tubbo cackles at Ranboo’s disgusted face.
“So I shouldn’t start calling you that, daddy?” Tubbo’s voice is purposely airy and Ranboo shoves him back onto his side of the bed.
“No, you shouldn’t. I regret coming to bed so soon. You’re a menace,” Ranboo ignores Tubbo’s pout as he turns away from him.
“Boo, cuddle me.”
Ranboo remains stubbornly silent.
“Boo, please. I’m cold and sad and alone.”
Ranboo wonders how long he can ignore his boyfriend before Tubbo crawls over him and into his arms anyway. He can only manhandle Tubbo, because Tubbo lets him. He knows Tubbo could easily break him in half. It’s sort of terrifying and definitely hot.
“Fine, I guess I’ll go find myself another cute American boy. I’m sure there’s plenty that want me,” Tubbo sniffs.
Ranboo rolls his eyes where Tubbo can’t see him and he rolls back over to grab Tubbo. Tubbo lets out a startled yelp, but he settles back against Ranboo’s chest almost immediately.
“Done being dramatic? I’m actually tired now, too,” Ranboo drops his face into the crook of Tubbo’s neck. Tubbo smells like his vanilla body wash that he insists he didn’t steal from Lani and a little bit like Ranboo’s aftershave.
Ranboo thinks sometimes he might actually be part enderman, because the fact his boyfriend smells like both of them makes his insides all molten. He knows it must be some weird possessive thing, but Tubbo likes when he’s possessive anyway.
“Mm, got what I wanted,” Tubbo murmurs, eyes slipping closed.
“You’re a brat,” Ranboo mutters into Tubbo’s skin and Tubbo lets out a pleased noise before his breathing evens out.
Ranboo follows soon after, hand slipped up Tubbo’s shirt to rest on his waist.
It’s everything they both could ask for.