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“That is ridiculous.” Ranboo said, “no one will believe it.”
“I think that’s where you are wrong.” Phil said. “It’ll actually be more believable. Tubbo accidently came out but the fans don’t believe it. And your fans may not be surprised about you being gay but you would get your surprise factor this way. Plus it’s not like you would actually be dating.”
Ranboo huffed, “and he agreed to this idea?”
“He did, I swear it, mate. It’s just to help Tubbo be taken seriously then you guys can break up in like a month. That’s all there is, a month.”
————
“—Just 30 days?” Tubbo asked and Wilbur hummed.
“That’s all. Then you guys can move on like it never happened. It’s not like you have feelings for each other. It’ll be fine.”
Tubbo shrugged, “alright—-“
———-
“—let’s do it.” Ranboo said. “Tell him yes.”
“There better be flirting on Twitter later.” Phil said and Ranboo chuckled.
“I’ll do it on main and everything.” Phil laughed and left the call.
This would surely be an interesting month.
*
Ranboo @Ranboosaysstuff
@TubboLive answer my texts <3
Tubbo @TubboLive
replying to @Ranboosaysstuff
You’re being clingy, Ran.
ChatBoo and Chat_ will start to know something is up
Ranboo @Ranboosaysstuff
replying to @TubboLive
What’s so bad about that, hon?
TommyInnit @Tommyinnit
replying to @Ranboosaysstuff , @TubboLive
Is something up?
Ranboo @Ranboosaysstuff
replying to @Tommyinnit , @TubboLive
Nope! Nothing! Oh look I’ve gotta go! Tubbo let’s go! Haha anyway! Bye Tom!
Ranboo giggled a bit and opened the doc he and Tubbo shared and edited the list Wilbur and Phil made, to put a dash by step one of the plans to show it was done.
- Hint at something on Twitter -
- Up the flirting slowly all week
- By Friday the fans must be assuming you’re together
- By next Wednesday confirm suspicions
- Thursday (11 days in) irl stream together, must have lots of chemistry
- By 20 days physical contact in public and on vids/streams
- By 22 days must be caught on a date
- By 26 days spend the weekend together with at least one stream. Chats must know you’re together all weekend
- By 29 days you must show you’re upset to be parting
- By 30 days you can break up if you want
Ranboo closed the doc and got off his couch heading to his chair to start a stream. He could only hint at things on Twitter right now so he would have to ignore the comments in chat or Dono’s talking about it.
Tubbo @TubboLive
I’m going to join your stream Boo
Ranboo @Ranboosaysstuff
replying to @TubboLive
Okay lovebug, I’ll get into the vc x
*
It was day 3: Tubbo and Ranboo were on their couch, Tommy was upstairs helping Freddie get settled in, both boys were on their phones scrolling through Twitter mindlessly. Tubbo, Tommy and Freddie were all staying with Ranboo just for a few days to all get time to chill.
Suddenly Ranboo snorted at a post and showed it to Tubbo, ‘ClingyDuo, the new ship?? Here’s why’ and there was a threat of 27 tweets explaining why Tubbo and Tommy were the new ship. Tubbo chuckled, the corners of his mouth pressed upwards, allowing the lines under his eyes to appear.
Ranboo’s favorite sight.
“ClingyDuo sounds better than BeeDuo I think.” Ranboo teased and Tubbo rolled his eyes, snatching Ranboo’s phone away to reply to the tweet with ‘BeeDuo is OTP’, Ranboo saw the tweet notification on Tubbo’s phone and went to grab his phone back but Tubbo moved it away from him.
Ranboo pressed forward more causing them both to fall. Ranboo fell on top of Tubbo and held his hands over his head, glaring down at him. “If you keep this up, I’ll send you back to your little ‘boyfriend’ with hickies down your neck.” Ranboo’s eyes scanned Tubbo’s face, his phone long forgotten.
Tubbo gulped, “Ranboo.. you know Tom is not my boyfriend.” Tubbo avoided his harsh gaze.
“You’re right, because you’re mine.” Ranboo smiled and kissed Tubbo on the nose, getting off him and grabbing his phone, “I’m making dinner tonight.” was all he said before leaving for the kitchen, leaving Tubbo on the ground, blushing like some highschooler.
Ranboo ruined Tubbo in the best ways possible.
-
Tubbo was alone on the couch later, left to do his own thing while Ranboo had a business call and Freddie and Tommy were out at the pier. Tubbo eventually decided to grab a drink and allow his eyes to rest, so he put a cheap bookmark into his book and set it down on the sofa , before heading to the kitchen, humming while making himself some tea. He was reading Heart Stopper. It was about the only thing he allowed himself to read.
Tubbo returned to his spot on the couch where he had left his book, he noticed his bookmark had been replaced with a pink tulip, the flower itself peeking out of the top of the book and the stem holding the page he left off on.
Tubbo smiled and set his drink down before he opened the book, extracting the flower and putting his bookmark back into it, placing the tulip behind his ear.
Tubbo sat back down and grabbed his drink, returning to reading, not noticing Ranboo sitting on the stairs with a soft smile, before he returned to his room.
Ranboo was honestly expecting a rebuttal, but as always..
There was nothing left to say.
They never said anything.
Not when it mattered anyway.
*
Ranboo @Ranboosaysstuff
Hey lovebug, this meeting is boring you should come keep me company ;)
Tubbo @TubboLive
replying to @Ranboosaysstuff
I'll be right there, baby :D
TommyInnit @Tommyinnit
Replying to @TubboLive, @Ranboosaysstuff
Freddie and I are excited for the qrts
*
Tubbo was sitting on the couch on day 5, phone in hand, reading that the fans speculate he and Ranboo are dating. Suddenly his phone was pulling from his hands from behind him, he tilted his head back to reprimand the person assuming it was Tommy, till he saw Ranboo’s deep gray eyes staring into his coffee colored ones and let out a shaky breath.
Ranboo was looking at him with such desire that Tubbo felt his body grow weak, it didn’t get any stronger when calloused fingers grabbed his chin and suddenly Ranboo was leaning in, pressing their lips together.
They slotted together sloppily, but that didn’t stop the burning Tubbo had through his veins, or the way he chased the kiss once Ranboo pulled away, Tubbo was going to protest till he noticed Ranboo walking around the couch, setting Tubbo’s phone down on the table and sitting next to him, cupping his face in warm, tan hands pressing their lips together again.
After moments, Ranboo had pressed closer, muscle fighting muscle while Tubbo was pulled into his lap. Firm hands were digging into hip bones while small hands found blonde hair, both pulling each other closer.
As close as they could get while keeping this ordeal just a kiss.
And then it was over, Tubbo awoke in his bed, sweating profusely and letting out labored breaths. He only sighed and noticed the time of 5am before heading to the bathroom to enjoy himself an ice cold shower.
He returned to sleep afterwards and didn’t have another dream.
*
“Nice flower,” Freddie said as he entered Tubbo’s room, an hour after Tubbo woke it was still day 5 and Tubbo had checked Twitter to see the fans speculating Beeduo was real, “Did Ranboo get it for you?” Tubbo’s expression had shuttered, in a way of that when touchy topics came into view. Emotions. Lies. Ranboo.
Especially Ranboo.
Tubbo cleared his throat, “Uhm yeah, he did.”
“You’ve gone quite red, Toby.” Freddie pointed out and Tubbo’s face only got more red, thinking back to when he fell off the couch and Ranboo was over him-- back to the dream.
“I.. I had an interesting dream.. About Ranboo.”
Freddie snorted at the sentence but joined Tubbo on his bed, leaning his head on the brunette’s shoulder, “We were making out.” Tubbo blurted and Freddie laughed impossibly hard while Tubbo told him to shut up before he woke the others. His room was soundproof like all the others but Freddie couldn’t have been bothered to shut the door all the way.
“You had a dream that you and your best friend were making out?” Freddie asked, sounding genuine now that his laughs had died down and Tubbo only nodded, hiding his face in Freddie’s chest. “He did pin me down yesterday and threatened to leave hickies on my neck.. I’m not to blame.”
Freddie chuckled, “Fair enough, also here.” Freddie handed Tubbo a pen-like device and Tubbo lifted his head to see the object before taking it, “We should go to the pier so we don’t disturb the boys for a while.”
“Good plan.” Freddie smiled and dragged Tubbo out of bed, letting Tubbo throw on a shirt under his Ranboo hoodie, before they made their way outside and down the street. It was May now so it wasn't too cold, it wasn’t entirely warm either. They had a light breeze and felt comfortable in two layers of clothes on their upper bodies.
The boys sat on the pier and passed the special pen between each other, talking about their inevitable crushes on their best friends. Tubbo to Ranboo and Freddie to Tommy. It was the natural order of the world.
Their world.
They made their way home after two hours, give or take, neither really kept track of time but made it home safe regardless of pointless giggles. Ranboo was making breakfast while Tommy watched, when they entered the house.
Tubbo and Freddie made their way to the kitchen to grab pickles, Ranboo and Tommy stared them down as they started eating the pickles from the jar, both judging them to the extreme. They ate from the jar till they didn’t think it was good anymore and tossed the jar back into the fridge, knowing they had another jar if the other boys needed pickles for anything.
Tubbo deemed himself too warm and took the hoodie off, handing it to Ranboo who held it on his shoulder as he went back to making breakfast, not noticing Tubbo’s shirt- at first.
He did notice when they were all sitting down to eat, Tubbo was wearing a shirt that belonged to Ranboo that Ranboo really loved. He of course thought he lost it days ago.
Ranboo only smiled and took out his phone to order another flower that he would pick up from the florist later.
Ranboo ate happily knowing his shirt was safe.
*
“You literally told the entire world that you would never consider dating me!” Tubbo yelled, his hands shaking with the anger (and betrayal) in his veins. Ranboo had said it as a joke on day 6, it was day 8 now. It was a stupid joke on a stupid stream. Never was it meant to be taken seriously and Tubbo hadn’t at first or for the last 2 days.
“Does that make any of this - us - less real? Does this mean that I never actually loved you? I’m trying to give you parts of me that no one has seen yet! What I tell the fans as a joke since it is not confirmation day for 2 more days is nothing compared to what I actually do or don’t mean and you know that! So why is there suddenly a big deal now?!”
“I don’t- I don’t know Ranboo. You’re the one who’s-” Tubbo cut himself off.
“I what?” Ranboo asked, but maybe he knew, Tubbo only stared at him with a blank expression feeding into the pain tugging at Ranboo’s heart. Ranboo only nodded, with a loose chuckle, and left the room, shutting the door.
The door that he turned to for a moment’s time, Come on, Ranboo pleaded, his heart stumbling, come after me.. He turned away, the movement was swift and light. Then he walked away to go hang out with the others.
Nothing about his heart felt light. He felt weighed down by unknown - and some known - desires he had for the brunette behind the door. But the brunette shared none of the same interests. (Clearly)
Tommy took Ranboo’s arm and led him outside and on a journey down the street, the sun was nearing its setting time, but neither cared.
-
Ranboo leaned his head on Tommy’s shoulder while the sun kissed their bodies as it parted with the sky, leaving behind traces of orange that would soon fade to black. A huff escaped Ranboo’s lips - or maybe it was a heavy sigh - they were all the same. Everything was the same. Blurred together like all the lines to define the different features of the world had been erased completely, leaving him with a blank piece of white paper and no way to redraw the lines. The pencil in his hand was broken.
That’s why they were here, at the pier to see the sun wave it's goodbye for a temporary time - to relish in the feeling of the cold breeze from the waterfront as the very waters danced with tiny ripples.
They were there because they were the etched example of best friends, carefully drawn by some higher being to keep them together, and best friends would always be together even when one had no idea where to go.
They would catch each other.
Ranboo reached a hand up to his cheek, not shocked to see tears on his hand, all he did was rub the tears from his eyes and accept Tommy’s arm around his shoulders. Tommy was shorter so Ranboo was pulled closer to him, which he accepted gleefully.
Ranboo only remembered the sound of the waves and the sound of a steady heart beat before he fell asleep.
*
1.Hint at something on Twitter -
2.Up the flirting slowly all week -
3.By Friday the fans must be assuming you’re together -
4.By next Wednesday confirm suspicions
5.Thursday (11 days in) irl stream together, must have lots of chemistry
6.By 20 days physical contact in public and on vids/streams
7.By 22 days must be caught on a date
8.By 26 days spend the weekend together with at least one stream. Chats must know you’re together all weekend
9.By 29 days you must show you’re upset to be parting
10.By 30 days you can break up if you want
*
Day 10:
Ranboo stared at the screen in front of him, the light building a pressure behind his eyes, creating a pain he would rather not have, but he was staring at his analytics. He has come so far since the start. He knows that. He can see that.
Too many eyes-- not enough eyes. It was never enough. Damnit . Ranboo whacked a water bottle off his desk in frustration from the pain in his head due to staring at the screen for 12 hours while everyone else ate, streamed and now slept and the annoyance of not being good enough.
Ranboo hissed at how loud the water bottle hit the ground and froze, making sure no one had woken up and wanted to check on him, he wouldn’t be able to lie about the amount of time he’s spent in front of his computer and everyone would worry. They didn’t need to be dragged into this.
Ranboo got up and grabbed his phone and water bottle, heading to his and Tubbo’s shared bathroom, washing his face before putting a cleansing face mask on it, pulling his hair back into a man bun. He looked at his seemingly dull, tired eyes, and frowned, leaving the bathroom.
He made his way downstairs and cut a lemon to put two slices into his water, making sure to change out his water and ice, taking a sip with heavy limbs, before taking some vitamins. He should eat, but he wasn’t all that hungry and would wait for the morning.
Ranboo was never usually like this, he only skipped food when he was busy working, and sometimes he wasn’t hungry. He would be fine in the morning when he felt better, and peace would be restored. He didn’t want to be like this, but out-of-sight out-of-mind, applied literally to Ranboo with his ADHD, it was embarrassing - all of his symptoms were - to him at least.. His friends think they’re fine, as long as he is alive and well. But none of what he’s done so far was helping him feel better, and if he knocked a glass off the table out of anger, the glass shattering before him, making it impossible for him to walk away, on purpose then he wouldn’t admit that.
He didn’t want to be like this - he liked having control of his emotions - but it was just another medication to add to the list, and a few dissociative episodes in a day never hurt anyone.. Else..
So it was fine, it was all fine.
Ranboo picked up all the glass shards, without scratching himself and went to the living room after taking the face mask off, not surprised when a tired Tubbo was making his way down the stairs, wearing Ranboo’s shirt again. Ranboo hummed and opened his arms, letting Tubbo shuffle over and get on the couch curling into Ranboo. The blonde kissed his head and put a blanket over them.
“Did you use bandaids this time with the glass?” Tubbo asked quietly.
“Didn’t need to, I made sure I was careful.”
Tubbo hummed, “Good..” His eyes were closed and he was already nearly asleep, clearly trying to stay awake for Ranboo, but he was no match to Ranboo humming a song to him, lulling him to sleep.
They stayed together on the couch for the rest of the night.
-
At breakfast that morning Tubbo let out the cutests sneeze Ranboo had ever heard. He knew Tubbo’s sneezes were small and dainty over the phone but to hear it in person prompted him to smile at the brunette across the table from him. “You alright, Toby?”
“Of course I’m alright.” Tubbo cleared his throat, his voice going hoarse, “Just sick.”
Ranboo brought himself to his feet and started getting ingredients from the fridge, while putting a pot on the stove to boil, “What are you making?” Tubbo asked with a sniffle.
“I’m making you chicken soup.” Ranboo said and started cutting some vegetables, Tubbo made a face even though Ranboo was faced away from him, “yes from scratch, Tubbo, because the canned shit isn’t good enough.”
“Don’t you eat the canned soup?” Tubbo asked and Ranboo laughed, “Of course I eat the canned soup, but you’re sick and need something actually good for you.”
Tubbo scoffed, “Whatever, I’m going back to bed, you kept me up last night.”
“The heater in my room is on.. My small one.” Ranboo said and Tubbo hummed, going upstairs looking at the door of his room and hightailing it to Ranboo’s room, curling up in his bed, enjoying the warmth in the air.
Ranboo made the soup and brought it to Tubbo, shaking him awake and being greeted by a soft sneeze and a quiet ‘thank you’. “Just make sure you take a bath when you’re done, then you can have my bed all day.”
Tubbo looked up from his soup, “I have to go see Jack for a vlog, Tom and Freddie are meeting me there.”
“Reschedule.” Ranboo said with zero hesitation, he wasn’t going to let Tubbo get worse over a video, he would go in Tubbo’s place if it was that serious. It wouldn’t hurt him to just wear his face mask despite his recent outbursts and impulses and put his current project aside.
“Ranboo, I need to do it, I’ll just go over there and show my face for a few minutes.”
Ranboo groaned, “I’ll drive you.”
Tubbo scoffed, “Whatever idiot.” Ranboo smiled and kissed Tubbo on the head before leaving the room.
After Tubbo finished his soup he weakly brought himself to his feet and to the shared bathroom, drawing himself a bath and slipping into it.
Tubbo laid down in the water, it was still warm as he submerged his entire head. He let out a small breath to level out the air in his lungs and opened his eyes, relaxing at the sight of the water above him.
Ataraxia.
He was at peace.
*
Tubbo walked into his room later that day, sniffling and being caught off guard by his mother making his bed. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice was ‘proper nasally’ as she would call it. His mother set the duvet down and walked over to him, feeling his head as he tried to swat her hand away like a cat, “You’re proper nasally, what’s wrong? Are you ill?”
Tubbo managed to get her off of him and pouted, “Yes, Mum.”
“Wait, didn’t you go see someone today- you didn’t drive right?” She seemed worried about him when he only had a cold, she got worried over things like this.. The small things. Perhaps that’s Tubbo’s fault, he pushed her away from the big things. “No Mum, I had an Uber give me a lift.”
“Was Ran pissed?” His mother asked which took Tubbo aback, before she saw her smirk and rolled his eyes, “Of course he was, he’s been all over me since I’ve felt unwell.”
“He loves you, Toby.” His mum said softly and sat on the edge of his bed, him joining her.
“I know he does..”
“But you’re going to let him go?” She asked and Tubbo tensed, “W-what?”
“As much as I love your father, you’re as emotionally reserved as he is, Toby.. And I hate it. You’re going to let someone you love- someone who loves you -go because you’re too scared of your feelings.”
“Mum-”
“Toby, I know you guys are faking this relationship but maybe there is a reason your mates paired you.” Tubbo’s mom sighed, leaving the room to head back to her place. She wasn't sure if Tubbo was making the right choices, she just knew that one day he would.
*
Ranboo @Ranboosaysstuff
Toby and I are actually dating /srs. I hope you all can still support us and be cool about this. It takes a lot to come out about these things but we love you guys and think you should know.
Tubbo @TubboLive
replying to @Ranboosaysstuff
Get out of your office and come to bed, I miss you <3
TommyInnit @Tommyinnit
Replying to @TubboLive, @Ranboosaysstuff
This is fucking gross. Keep your nasty relationship germs away from me and Freddie. Relationships are overrated even if I am proud of you guys for telling the internet. Still fuckin gross. <3
*
“Hey..” Tubbo said timidly, sitting on the edge of Ranboo’s bed, Ranboo had just come from the bathroom as was drying his hair. “Hey, Lovebug, you okay?”
“I might go back to My mum ahead of schedule with us being.. This .. I think it’s best if I leave before we ruin ourselves. We have to do the stream together and then I’ll leave. ”
“What?” Ranboo asked, his throat tightening, “Will you be back? You’ll be back right?”
“I don’t know, Ranboo.” Tubbo admitted, picking at his nails.
“Then don’t leave.. Please.” Ranboo whispered. It was about to be day 11.
“Let me leave…” Tubbo pleaded softly into the darkness, his voice echoing off the walls to mock Ranboo. Ranboo’s heart panged with guilt, “Go ahead, then. Leave.” Ranboo said, staring at Tubbo, the door was behind the smaller. A few steps away.
“Not with you watching…” It was soft and gentle. It was a trick.
“Why not?” Ranboo asked, he was pressing the knife deep and would keep pushing it as long as Tubbo’s blood didn’t spill.
Tubbo was fine with the pushing, Ranboo knew it. He knew Tubbo, after all. “I’m too ashamed to leave with you watching..” it was an admission, and it was the truth. The painful, knife twisting truth.
This time Tubbo was twisting the knife, allowing Ranboo’s blood to drip into his hands, but Tubbo wasn’t Ranboo. Tubbo didn’t mind the blood.
Ranboo let out a breath, the knife was cutting off his air flow, “then lets go back to bed, it’s late.”
“Fine, goodnight.” Tubbo stood up and made his way to the door.
“Wait—“ Ranboo said, grabbing Tubbo’s wrist before he could leave the room. Warm fingers wrapped around a speeding pulse.
“Ranboo,” Tubbo started, he knew where this was going - where it always went - he was never ready.
“You can stay.. we can fix it.” Ranboo’s eyes were soft, dark and hollow. Perhaps that’s the outcome of having your heart broken over and over without an ounce of repair. Perhaps that’s what loving Tubbo is supposed to feel like.
"Stop, Ranboo," Then a breath, "Please." With a whisper, a shared secret. A thing for them. A pain to be held in their fingers like sand slipping - falling - through. "Stop asking me to stay." Tubbo tugged his wrist away to leave but the crushed look on Ranboo's face made him put his shaky hands on Ranboo's face, holding it with gentle care.
Ranboo's eyes closed as he leaned into the touch, a touch so foreign, yet so familiar. They were always close, they were always together - but they felt miles- no, oceans, apart. Just like before. Worse than before. They could be together now. They just didn't.
Ranboo felt hands behind his neck and suddenly he was being pulled down, into a kiss.
Ranboo's breath hitched, it was frozen - stuck - in his lungs, burning his chest along with his heart as he cupped Tubbo's face and pressed into the warm kiss. He kept his end of the kiss hesitant - careful - he knew this was far too good to be true, and it scared him for what would happen when they pulled away.
Tubbo was unpredictable, and would be upset.. he would regret this.
Fuck , Ranboo sighed and withdrew from the kiss, he felt Tubbo chase it for a moment, just a moment, and before Ranboo could see more than a sheer moment of guilt on Tubbo's face, he was gone.
Ranboo didn’t return to his room till he was alone, and with the anger he had for himself he was glad his room was soundproof.
*
Ranboo gasped, “Hi stream!” Ranboo waved and Tubbo waved as well. Freddie and Tommy actually greeted chat while Ranboo and Tubbo set up the watch party. Tommy and Freddie were on their own half of the couch and Ranboo and Tubbo were on their own.
As the movie progressed and the jokes died down as the four started to get into the movie, Ranboo wrapped his arm around Tubbo and Tubbo leaned into the hold. It was like they were ignoring the kiss and the issues.
They were ignoring the.. Everything as they cuddled on the couch while Tommy and Freddie weren’t too far off, all of them seeming to forget the cameras and the chat and the issues.
The stream closed with Ranboo pressing a kiss to Tubbo’s head.
*
"You broke your fucking hand, Boo!" Tubbo yelled, "You couldn't handle your feelings like a proper adult!" Tubbo's accent was starting to get thicker as his voice got squeakier while he sniffled, Ranboo would assume it was Tubbo's cold acting up but he could see in Tubbo's eyes how worried - scared - he was.
"I'm sorry.."
“Don’t be.. It’s my fault you got angry, I should have been more careful.” Tubbo was now nearly whispering.
“Who said the kiss had to do with this?”
“I just know, Ranboo.” Tubbo said, eyes trained on the ground, “I know you. And I made you cry.. You got upset that you cried and punched the door frame.”
Ranboo frowned, Tubbo did know Ranboo. Not as well as he would like to but just like his persona he wore a tight mask that was impossible to get off.. And sometimes even Ranboo was trapped behind it. Alone, scared and in the dark. It’s when he lost control and things ended up broken. Hearts, Limbs, Objects. Everything.
“It wasn't supposed to be like this, Ranboo! I kissed you because I—“ Tubbo paused. Of course he paused. Tubbo didn’t know why he did what he did. He didn’t know how he crumbled the world with the kiss.
But Ranboo knew.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry..” Tubbo said instead. An alternate truth. A barrier to hide himself behind from the truth of the situation.
“Then what did you want from me?” Ranboo asked, cold and unbothered. Tubbo did that. He ruined the only thing Ranboo had left. God knows the internet stripped him of his good parts already. The little bit he had left was taken by Tubbo. Ripped out and crushed before Ranboo.
“You.”
“Me?” Ranboo asked, “You want me from me?”
Tubbo sighed and coughed, his hands becoming shaky, “What if I want you? Just plain you.” Ranboo stepped forward reaching his hand towards Tubbo and Tubbo grabbed it, noticing it wasn’t his right hand - his broken hand - but it was a hand and Tubbo led them to the bathroom to examine Ranboo’s hand better.
“It’s fractured,” Tubbo said and forced Ranboo to sit on the edge of the tub while he went into his room, he came back seconds later with some high quality wrap and started carefully wrapping Ranboo’s hand. “You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you for long because what you did was stupid.”
Ranboo put his free hand on Tubbo's face and wiped away a stray tear, mumbling an apology. Then he apologized a hundred more times, while keeping tears from getting too far down Tubbo’s face.
Even as they made their way to the pier with Freddie and Tommy.
Freddie and Tommy stayed distant, having their own things to talk about as the four of them sat down on the ledge. Tubbo was greeted with a familiar kiss on the head before he leaned his head on Ranboo’s shoulder.
"If I go home.. Will you move on?" Tubbo asked ever so softly, a whisper into the night while the waves crashed near them. "Of course not. You’re mine for 19 more days." Ranboo promised, his pinky interlocking with Tubbo's. Tubbo smiled and leaned his head on Ranboo's shoulder, suddenly not as worried about leaving.
*
1.Hint at something on Twitter -
2.Up the flirting slowly all week -
3.By Friday the fans must be assuming you’re together -
4.By next Wednesday confirm suspicions -
5.Thursday (11 days in) irl stream together, must have lots of chemistry -
6.By 20 days physical contact in public and on vids/streams
7.By 22 days must be caught on a date
8.By 26 days spend the weekend together with at least one stream. Chats must know you’re together all weekend
9.By 29 days you must show you’re upset to be parting
10.By 30 days you can break up if you want