#ranboo imagine

[modelbus]

Ahem- hey- uh- I-

…NOW I FEEL LIKE TOMMY TUBBO WILBUR AND RANBOO IN PART TWO- HELP FFJYTFJHTYTFTH

SOOOOO- HI THERE ITS ME ✨🌌🌙 ANNON, THE DISAPPEARING ANNON- LOOK- I-

OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME, I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY CRAPPY REQUEST WOULD BE IGNORED- I ALSO HAVE NOT BEEN ON TUMBLR SINCE LIKE A WEEK AFTER I SENT IT- I COME BACK TO READ SOME STUFF FROM OUR GOOD OLD LORD AND SAVIOR MODEL, TO SEE; ONE IT WAS RECENTLY YA BIRTHDAY! (Happy late birthday-) AND TWO.. MY REQUEST WAS TURNED INTO A MASTER PEICE OF AGES WITH TWO WHOLE PARTS, I APPARENTLY HELPED GET YOU OUT OF A WRITING SLUM- AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MY CRUMMY IDEA (Thanks to your POGGERS writing)

so basically- THANK YOU ‘O GREAT MODEL FOR HEARING MY PLEA AND DELIVERING GREATNESS!!!

also I am gonna try and be more active on tumblr now so like- yey.

ALSO ALSO, I may sometimes send in requests of my silly little ideas cuz like chaos cut fed my soul and I am now the ✨ H a p p e h ✨

ALSO ALSO ALSO, part three of chaos cut???, we are at home and get messages asking like “Yo we good now? You forgive us for being assholes??” and we say smth like “you gonna respond to my messages? Then sure” some kind of tweet is made could be as vague as “shes gonna be in videos again yayyy” or could be the group admitting to what happened?? *eyes* maybe responses from other friends?? Ofc that is a suggestion for if you decide to further continue.

wether you decide to continue it or not or you decide to use this or not, thank you so much, chaos cut was all I wanted it to be and more.

I’M BACK BABYYY!!

-All the love, ✨🌌🌙 Annon.

You live!! And I’d love to receive more of your amazing little ideas :) honestly, I’d write 500 parts of Cut Chaos

I probably formatted this weird because of the messages part and the Twitter part but Oh Well.

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos Part 3

The day you spent with Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy after the store might’ve been the best day you’ve ever had. You’re finally able to breathe again, to laugh again. Smiling had started drifting away from you, but suddenly you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

You almost don’t go home. It’s tempting to stay with Ranboo when he offers up one of their many spare bedrooms (and you do mean many), but you decline. Heading back home, closing the door to your bedroom is easier than it’s ever been. Just living is easier than it used to be.

Collapsing onto your bed, it only takes you a second before you start grinning like an idiot to yourself. Things are back to normal, back to how they should be. Sure, you could still be mad at them for what happened, but you were tired of not being around them. Tired of people being pissed off.

It takes you a full three minutes before you roll onto your side and unlock your phone with Face ID. There’s a plethora of notifications waiting for you, from a group chat that you thought was a ghost town. It makes you grin all over again.

Wilbur so we’re all good now?

Tommy yeah, u forgive us for being assholes??

Tubbo Becuase we r super sorry

You You guys gonna respond to my messages from now on?

Ranboo I promise on Tommy’s life

You Then yeah

Tommy HEY

Laughing to yourself, you swipe out of messages to open Twitter and scroll on it. You aren’t afraid to open it, not like you used to be. Random tweets would remind you of what you lost, of the various people confused why you lost it, but now you’re just giddy. Overjoyed.

Part of you wanted to announce the plans you made with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. Scream from the (metaphorical) rooftops of Twitter that you were back. The chaos squad was back.

But, as it turns out, Tommy beat you to it. Of course he did, he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. In a loving way, of course.

tommyinnit ﹫Tommyaltinnit guess who is BACK in the NEW VLOG

|_ You ﹫Yourusername me BITCHES

|_ Nia ﹫randomfanpersondontworry OMG OMG OMG NO WAY !!! CHAOS SQUAD ISNT DEAD FUCK ALL OF YOU IM WINNING TODAY

You grin, scrolling through the replies to Tommy’s tweet—including Tubbo and Ranboo’s—then realize the group name is trending. With wide eyes, you switch what you’re scrolling through to read the new tweets.

Annon ﹫StarStarMoon Anyone know what happened between the chaos squad??? Like they all drop her and now she’s back?? Something definitely happened…

|_ Real Person ﹫RealpersonIcreated THIS! Why did nobody talk about it. I wanna know fr fr

|_ Max ﹫Myfriendsnameisbeingused I think they all dropped her over those rumors ages ago. Makes sense to me tbh

|_ Charlie ﹫Myotherfriendsnameisbeingused Totally on her side if something did happen honestly lmao

Oh, fuck. You hesitate, not sure what to do, then ignore the tweet and its replies. Things were good, you didn’t need to dwell on when they were bad. Let people be people and let them speculate all they want.

This was your life and your happiness. Returned, at last.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #ranboo x reader #wilbur x reader #ranboo #ranboo mcyt #ranboo imagine #ranboolive #tubbo x reader #tubbo

[lowkeyrobin]

Omg I'm OBSESSED with your writing!!! Can I suggest RanbooxReader where reader is just very flirty to Ran and they just. Short circuit (in a /pos way)

Just wholesome, kinda romancey goodness, nothing suggestive of course :)

oooo yeah of course!! ; and thank you!! I'm so happy you like my content sm 🫶🫶 ; sorry this is so short, I've had 0 braincells recently and I'm halfway functioning

RANBOO ; short-circuit romance

summary ; you like to flirt with ranboo a lot, and it makes them freeze up sometimes

warnings ; language

word count ; 484

masterlist

"You're too sweet for me" You chuckle, "You're an angel, I swear"

Ranboo blinks and quickly looks away, trying to hide the red on their cheeks, creeping up their face and past their mask. You continue talking to stream as they try and factory reset themselves, attempting to make sense of your statement. As they try, it's apparent that they're flustered and confused, also trying to hide it from the stream and webcam in front of you as well.

They quickly excuse themselves, needing to "grab a snack" because they were hungry. Of course, you let them go, reassuring them that that their health and wellbeing was more important than the stream.

You notice the chat catching onto him, but you ignore it, thinking it was just typical shipping.

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A week later, Ranboo's back at your house to stream with you and some friends to play Monopoly. Tubbo sits across from you, Ranboo on his left, then Tommy on the final side. The board sits in the middle of the table, all of you sitting on the floor, on your knees, due to the short stature of the table.

You throw a hundred fake dollars at Ranboo, owing them rent on a space. "You're a bitch. A hot bitch, at that!"

"What does that even mean??" He asks.

"You're a bitch who's hot, Ranboo. C'mon"

They're left speechless, staring at you in confusion as you laugh, hanging the dice to Tommy.

Ranboo feels their face warm up a bit for some reason, finding the random compliment a little heartwarming.

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"How do I look?" Ranboo spins around, posing and whatnot in the doorway to your bedroom in a new outfit.

"Zoo-wee-mama"

"I'm sorry, what?" They laugh

"You heard me"

"I'm putting that on my goodnight post"

"Kay"

"You're a piece of shit!"

"Mkay"

"Oh my God"

"You love me"

"Yeah, I do, sadly"

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You, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo had created a little home movie series and were now talking about your character dynamics now that five of the first ten episodes had been released. You and Ranboo sit on the floor in front of Tommy and Tubbo, sitting on the couch.

"No, no, no, it goes, Tommy is the moon, always revolving around the Earth. Tubbo is the Earth, never undershadowed. And Ranboo is the sun, he's just super fucking hot"

Ranboo freezes as they feel their face warm up a bit, unknowing of what to say as Tommy and Tubbo laugh and discuss with you.

"You good, Ranboo?" You ask

They merely nod as you see red creeping onto their cheeks. You smugly smile and get back to the blonde and brunette next to you.

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #mcyt x gn reader #ranboo x reader #ranboo oneshot #ranboo imagine #ranboo #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader

[disturbed-and-depressed]

Y/n: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Ranboo: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp incorrect quotes #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #ranboo x y/n #ranboo x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader

[storiesforallfandoms]

fluffy haired gamer boy ~ ranboo

word count: 2056

request?: yes!

“Oooo i saw you said you might write for Ranboo. I was wondering if I could request something. I've been having a rough few days and kinda just want some comfort fluff involving him if you could. You don't have to if you dont want to”

description: in which they’re a popular twitch streamer and their fans like to make jokes about their fellow gamer boyfriend

pairing: ranboo x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing, absolutely no plot other than fluff

masterlist (one, two, three)

(i just wanna note i started writing this before ranboo came out as nb and using he/they pronouns, for the sake of consistency and for the title i came up with beforehand i am using he/him pronouns and referring to him as “boyfriend”)

Behind every popular Twitch streamer is their fluffy haired, gamer boyfriend who brings just a sense of wholesomeness to every stream they are a part of.

I laughed at this once when it was brought up by a friend of mine as we were streaming one night.

“Not me!” I said, because I was an idiot and thought I was special. Because, at this point in time, I didn’t even have any plans on getting in a relationship. Even if I did, I wasn’t going to be public with my relationship. I was so sure that if I were to date someone, they wouldn’t be famous in the same way I was and I wouldn’t want to ruin their privacy by putting them out there for my hundreds of thousands of followers to see and harass and never leave alone.

Boy, was I ever wrong.

I met Ranboo for the first time after being invited to join the Dream SMP. I wasn’t much of a Minecraft fan and had no idea about the whole “SMP” stuff that had gotten so big on Twitch, but I decided to give it a try. Even if it was just one time to say that I did it. And I had become online friends with a few of the Dream SMP members, so I felt comfortable being brought into this world for the first time.

I don’t know what it was about him, but I was drawn to Ranboo almost immediately. I could barley form a sentence whenever I was talking to him. Every time he laughed, my heart would do a flip in my chest. As much as I wasn’t into Minecraft, I started putting up with playing it more just so I could spend time with him.

The day he messaged me asking if I wanted to call, just the two of us, no streaming and no video games, I almost jumped for joy. Quite literally.

And then, when he did call, he managed to make me feel so many emotions all at once.

“Hey,” I said when I answered his Discord call. “What’s up?”

“Hey,” he responded. Even with just the one word, I could tell something was going on.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah, everything is fine. I just...” He took a deep breath. This seriousness was starting to worry me. “I really like you, (Y/N). I’ve been enjoying getting to talk to you when we’re gaming together, but I want to have more than that. Like...more than friendship, even. And I know that’s a lot to ask when this is our first time talking outside of streaming, but I needed to tell you.”

I was silent for just a moment, before I started to laugh. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. I think I was just so shocked by his confession that I had no idea how else to react.

“Ouch,” I heard him mutter to himself.

“No!” I said, finally regaining myself. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not laughing at you. It’s just...I feel the same way about you. I have since we met, actually.”

We both laughed together upon realizing our similar situations.

That was the start of our relationship. We kept it a secret from our audiences for the first few months. It wasn’t hard when we lived in different states, so we weren’t physically together, and we didn’t act much different when we were playing together than we had before we started dating. The cat was let out of the bag when Ranboo came to surprise me at home, not realizing i was mid-stream when he did. We thought we could get around it by me ending the stream before anyone could see him, but unfortunately we didn’t take into account that my viewers would hear him. But, our fans were ecstatic with excitement when we finally confirmed we were together, and we were slightly relieved to not have to hide anymore.

But, with the fans finding out came the usual teasing from them. Someone found the clip of me and my friend talking about how I’ll never have a fluffy hair gamer boyfriend and started circulating it on Twitter. It became a running joke in my fandom. I couldn’t escape the damn clip.

Especially when I was streaming with Ranboo.

One night while we were streaming, my chat was just constantly filled with the quote I had said from the video.

“I’m going to shut off my chat at this rate,” I commented, only half joking.

“Why? What are they saying?” Ranboo asked.

“They’ve taken an old clip from one of my streams and made it the fandom joke. My entire chat is just them quoting the clip. It’s only, like, five seconds long, but at this rate it’s the longest five seconds of my life.”

There was no response to this. We were playing a game together, and it took me a moment to realize his character wasn’t moving either.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he responded.

“Okay, sure, I totally believe that.”

He was silent again. A quick glance to my chat gave me the answer: he was trying to find the clip on Twitter.

“Do not look up the clip!” I said, although I knew I was powerless at this point. He was in a completely different state, already in the process of looking for it on Twitter. I had no way of stopping him unless I was somehow able to get to his house hours away within a matter of seconds.

“Your viewers are so mean, they’re tagging me in tweets that include the clip,” he said, a light laugh in his voice.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

Seconds of silence passed as Ranboo watched the video. I heard him chuckle slightly, then chuckle again as I assumed the video re-started.

“Is this what they keep quoting?” he asked.

“The part where I say I won’t be getting a fluffy hair gamer boyfriend? Yeah, that’s what my chat is full of right now.”

Well, actually, at that moment my chat was full of my viewers either apologizing over the fact that he had now seen the video, or laughing about the fact that he had. Twitch chats are the worst, let me tell you.

“How long ago was this before we met?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t even remember saying it until someone tweeted the clip at me, like, the week after we announced we were dating.”

“Someone in my chat says it was a few weeks beforehand.”

“Y’all keep track of this?!” I asked my chat in disbelief. “How do you guys know that?!”

“The date on the VOD, I’d assume.”

“Okay, but still. You guys are scary.”

I managed to get the attention back to the game, mainly because we had forgotten to pause and Ranboo’s character was getting killed. I veered away from the topic of the video and tried to keep Ranboo distracted with the game. My chat, however, was a lost cause. They were still reveling in the fact that he had finally seen the clip. It seemed that this was going to be the new thing for my viewers to spam and meme me with.

When we finished playing, Ranboo said he was going to stay streaming for a bit because he was set to play with someone else. I could feel my eyes starting to burn from the strain of looking at my computer for so long (one of, if not the biggest downsides to being a streamer) so I decided to call it a night.

“I’ll call you when I’m finished streaming?” Ranboo asked.

“Yeah! I’ll be up for another while,” I responded.

The chat filled with messages about how cute we were - both positive ones and playful disgust ones.

We ended our Discord call and I said goodbye to my chat before shutting down my stream. I rubbed my tired eyes, trying to get some moisture back into them to help with the strained feeling, before getting up from my desk.

After streaming for a long time, I tried to stay away from screens for at least an hour. This included watching anything on my TV. So I decided to make something to eat, playing some music in the background so it wasn’t so quiet in my apartment. Once I finished eating, I went to get a quick shower, and then pulled on my pajamas and got into bed to start reading. I was starting to nod off when my phone started playing the tone for a Discord call. I placed my book on my nightstand and rolled over onto my side to answer it.

“You’re done playing already?” I asked.

“It was just a few rounds of Life,” he responded. “They wanted to play something else, but I wanted to call you before you went to bed.”

“Awe,” I teased.

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m cute. I know.”

I chuckled. I shifted under the covers to settle into my bed more. I had a feeling I was going to fall asleep during the call, which usually happened. I knew Ranboo would just hang up once he realized I was asleep.

“So,” he said, “you weren’t planning to have a gamer boyfriend, huh?”

I groaned and rolled my eyes, which made him laugh. “God, I hate that clip. It was funny at first, but now everyone spams me with it as if it’s the funniest shit they’ve ever seen. Like, I get it! I ended up with the exact thing I said I wasn’t going to have!”

“It’s just so ironic. Especially that you said it weeks before we met.”

I rolled onto my back and covered my face with my hands. “I had no intentions of dating when I said it. I’ve never really had a serious relationship, and I wasn’t about to have a public one with another streamer. Twitch relationships are full of all sorts of drama. Except for Ludwig and QT, but he’s a YouTube streamer now so it doesn’t count.”

“For the record, I also wasn’t planning to be in a relationship. I especially didn’t expect to meet someone through Minecraft of all games.”

I chuckled. “Really? Are you telling me Minecraft isn’t the ideal dating site?”

“No, I prefer Club Penguin. I used to get so many bitches on there.”

We laughed together. I looked up at the ceiling and felt my eyes beginning to droop. I wouldn’t have long till I was completely passed out, but I didn’t want to end the phone call just yet. I know I was streaming with him for hours beforehand, but there was a difference between talking to Ranboo while we were streaming and talking to him personally. I didn’t want to end our personal time just yet, even though my body was screaming at me that it was time for sleep.

“I’m glad you didn’t completely close your mind to the idea of - what did they call me? A fluffy haired gamer boyfriend,” he said.

I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s the term exactly.”

“What does that even mean? Why is it so specific of a distinction?”

“Well, think of some of the people you’ve played with. Like...I don’t know...Karl. He’s a wholesome gamer boy with hair that’s considered fluffy. It’s, like, a whole genre of gamer men who aren’t toxic. That’s usually the type of person that other streamers end up with. It’s like the whole golden retreiver-black cat best friend dynamic I told you about once.”

“I still don’t understand how I’m a golden retriever.”

“You don’t have to understand, you just are.”

“Anyways,” he said, “as I was saying. I’m glad that you didn’t close your mind to the idea of a fluffy hair gamer boyfriend. Otherwise I wouldn’t have stood a chance. So, I guess there is some positives to stereotypes and whatnot.”

I sleepily smiled to myself. “I guess there’s not.”

“You sound like you’re falling asleep.”

I had lost the fight in keeping my eyes open. I was just barely registering anything Ranboo was saying to me. I tried to say something back, but it just came out as incoherent mumbling. I heard him chuckle and wish me a goodnight before I let the sleep take me over.

#ranboo #ranboo imagine #ranboo x reader #imagine #drabble #blurb #youtube imagine #youtube #twitch #twitch imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[stormy-skies-falling]

𝕍𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕞!𝕊𝔹𝕀 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

about: technoblade, wilbur soot, tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, jack manifold, philza, jschlatt

warning(s): swearing, more blood mentions

pronouns: you?

note: okay I absolutely love writing volleyball!au-- it is so much fun and it remind me of back in my day! :'D Kisses! <3

note pt2: he's a link to the sex haver's volleyball team here!

summary: what the SBI plays/acts like on a high school volleyball team

Now let’s talk about our starter’s positions

Tommy is our setter no doubt

It mainly has to do with the fact that he has the right height and hands for it

Like he’s quite tall and lanky, so it’s quite easy for him to get to the ball without disturbance and his hand’s shape are just perfect for setting 

I feel like he’s been playing forever because of his brothers

Like when he was little, he saw Wilbur and Techno playing so he was like “I want to do whatever they’re doing”

They ended up roping Tommy into their game (reluctantly) and showed him how to set because they wanted to spike

He picked setting up surprisingly quick, so he was forever their personal setter, even now– especially now

Now Tommy loves to taunt the other team, like it’s a problem

Though the rest of the team doesn’t mind because at least he takes it out on someone else instead of them (they’ve learned to ignore it anyway)

One way or another, Tommy loves to set and very good at it for how young he is

Tubbo is our libero

I mean he’s kinda tiny, but it works out for him because being tiny mean being closer to the ground

Unlike Quackity, Tubbo has been playing as long as Tommy

And like Tommy, Wilbur and Techno also roped him into it

Tubbo came over to their house one day to hang out when Wilbur and Techno we starting practice

They went “tiny man” and grabbed him before telling him to try to keep the ball off the ground when they spiked it

Conveniently enough for the brothers, Tubbo absolutely loved it to the point when he’d come over every time they’d practice to join in

Besides that fact, Tubbo can dive like no other

Like I said before, the perks of being shorter means being closer to the ground, meaning that you can get to the spiked ball faster

And on the terms of taunting the other team: he doesn’t. Tubbo is more tame, so he mainly whispers comments to himself, meaning: he doesn’t actually say it to the other team’s faces unless they’re being dicks

Technoblade would be our right side hitter

He might not be super tall but he definitely makes up for it with his build and timing skills

Unlike Wilbur or Ranboo, Techno can’t just stand with his arms up to block because he not 6’5+

So over the years he’s learned how to time when someone will spike or push the ball to the point where it’s almost impossible for him to not block a ball

He’s also been playing since he found out about the sport which actually led him to become the captain for the SBI team

During elementary school, he went to the first game his father, Phil, coached

I mean, he knew that Phil played back in highschool and college, but had absolutely no idea what it was

From the moment the game began, he knew that he wanted to play volleyball

But, like Punz, he gets injured so much

Being a right side hitter is known to cause many injuries, because of spiking, but holy shit it’s a lot

Everyone’s pretty sure he like getting injured, because whenever he starts bleeding he plays better

He’s literally been like “I can feel my nose bleeding… I love it 👹” it freaks everyone out

Wilbur plays middle, I mean look at him

This man towers over almost everyone, like it’s insane

The first time you see this man on the court, it’s absolutely terrifying

It doesn’t help that he has a 100 yard stare when he walks out onto the court

People think it’s because he wants to practically kill his opponents, but he’s really just zoning out to think of how to fluster the other team

Yeah, he’s a flirt on the court– big surprise

When he starts it up with the other team, they become so shocked by the change in demeanor that it has messed up more people than anyone on the SBI team can count

The whole team actually has a counter for how many people Wilbur’s caused to mess up because of the surprise

He gets a point almost every time, because the guys who are supposed to block him get disoriented to the point where they forget to block him

And Wil has been playing as long as Techno

The night Techno and Phil came home from the game, Techno rushed into their shared room to rave to him about the wonders of volleyball

He was so intrigued by Techno’s excitement that he decided that he’ll try it with his twin

And bada bing bada boom– a star player!

Jack plays outside hitter

He’s a very lanky guy and about average height, so those two combinations make it very easy for him to play both backrow and front row

Though, he’s mainly in the back, his build allows him to be able to jump very high if he needs to 

Like, when he first started playing, he went to jump to block and didn’t realize how high he could jump

This man near ended up on top of the net because of how hard he freaked out when he found out he had a five foot vertical

The team now calls him Spring Bean and you have Tommy to thank for that one

Now Jack like to taunt people

He tried flirting with the other team, but got humbled so fast when they just laughed at him for his attempts

He once had a big ego, now he just has hurt feelings and a slightly smaller ego

But back to taunting

He and Tommy like to gang up on other people and get very loud with it, because they’re on different sides of the court starting out

And like I said before, the SBI have just learned to block them out, because they’re absolutely obnoxious

Ranboo plays the opposite hitter

As we all know, Ranboo is a giant

And with being a giant comes the ability to block so much easier and have a massive arm on him

Because he’s so big, it’s very easy for him to spike the ball to the point where some teams have slightly coward, because of his infamous abilities

Now Ranboo discovered volleyball with the help of himself

He had to stay after school one day and heard something coming from the gym

He investigated and found Wilbur and Techno absolutely whaling the ball over the net to a poor Tubbo who was still digging them… reluctantly

He was already friends with Tubbo and Tommy’s self-proclaimed “rival” so the both of them noticed him by the gym’s entrance and had two completely different reactions

You can probably guess what they were

Anyway, Ranboo wanted to try spiking, so Tommy (reluctantly) set him up and he slammed the ball at Tubbo

Yeah, Phil begged him to be on the team

Then we have our lovely coaches Phil and Schlatt

Let’s just say that they have very different approached when it comes to coaching, but at least the ways mesh well with each other 

Phil, we love Phil

He’s our main coach, who does the majority of the coaching and training for the boys

He’s the one who will legitimately train the boys and keep them on track while Schlatt does what he does

Schlatt, the assistant coach, is mainly there to do drills

Like that’s the only reason he’s there

He loves making up drills for the team to do

They’re really helpful in the long run, but they’re an absolute pain in the ass now

Both coaches treat the team like family: Schatt’s more like that one uncle from your Dad’s side who gives you Vodka when you’re 12 and Phil treats the team like he’s they’re father (and he is to 3 of them)

Phil and Schlatt get along mostly, besides when Schlatt first started coaching and their two different coaching styles didn’t mesh yet

It wasn’t pretty

Now for how they act on court… yeah

They’re just a bunch of menices on the court like it’s not even funny

I mean: Techno and his weird blood thing… that’s enough to freak someone out let alone the rest of the team

I feel like it took the team a minute to be able to work so well together, because of all their quirks

They became fast friends, but each of them have their own monstrosity that they add to the court so the rest of the team had to get used to it

What can I say? They’re a rambunctious team.

The amount a chaos that radiates off of the SBI is enough to disorient anyone

The only team who doesn’t get seriously affected it the Feral Boys, but that’s only because they have they’re own set of quirks to practically cancel out the SBI’s

There’s a reason they’re rival teams

Now, like every team, there is some crowd favorites

And one of those players is most definitely Wilbur

He just has that charm to him that makes so many people swoon and he knows it too

Then you have Tommy who the crowd finds oddly endearing and he hates it so much, because he just wants people to think he’s tough

 It’s okay Tommy, we love you anyway

But it’s not just the boys who are rambunctious, it’s Schlatt too

Poor Phil, he has to deal with both his assistant coach and his team’s antics

He tried to hone them when he first started coaching the boys, but later realized that it was pointless and just gave up

He actually started giving them tips on how to still do what they wanted, but with a bit more class

It somehow worked, literally no one knows, but whatever

In the end, the SBI team is like one big, dysfunctional family who never let’s any other team mess with their players

They have their whole history together and it’s quite respected in the league

All they know is that everything’s all part of the game

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@vktoraa

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[nightskeleton232]

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[kitybur]

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 | 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭 & 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨

⌦ in which wilbur and the bench trio don’t want you to be alone in christmas eve, and invite themselves into your home to spend it with you.

— warnings: swearing, pronouns not mentioned, celebrating christmas (?)

| hi!! this is my first ever request, but i was wondering if you could write smth with the benchtrio + wilbur where they find out you don’t have anyone to spend the holidays with?? could be any holiday, and they like invite you to celebrate with them?? if not, thats totally fine!!! with she/her or she/they prns :)) |

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the snow was thicker and heavier than it had been during any other december. when the wind blew, it knocked some snow off a nearby tree and onto the window frame in the living room, where it slowly melted and slid off, leaving the window foggy and wet.

with the temperature dropping every hour, you made sure to put on warm clothes; sweatpants, long-sleeve, jumper, and even wool socks. you made sure your heaters were on and turned up enough to almost make the house a sauna.

it wasn’t planned to be spending your christmas eve cold and alone, sitting on your leather couch with a thick blanket around you as you watched the snow fall faster then you could blink. it was just too packy for your old car to drive out of the driveway, let alone make it down the road.

you opted on getting up and curling in bed, where you knew it would be warm with a book you’ve been wanting to read. or maybe catch up on a show you haven’t quite finished yet. nodding to yourself, you grip the blanket tight around you and stand up, making your way to your room as the doorbell rang.

who would be here in this type of weather? eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you walk to the front door and open it. you’re surprised to see four people standing on the front deck, white dusting their clothes and snowflakes in their hair.

tommy walks in first, greeting you with a small ‘hello’ as he takes off his snow boots and placed them on a mat to dry. he finishes by taking off his blue puff jacket and hanging it up, the rest of the boys following suit.

no one says anything at first, moving to settle in the living room where the area was just beginning to get warmer. you smile at the sight and walk over to your record player, putting on some classic christmas music as you sit next to wilbur on the couch.

“w-what are you guys doing here?” you asked, still confused as tubbo sits on the floor between tommy and ranboo, grabbing the spare blanket that was rested on the lounge chair behind him. he drapes it over his, and the other two’s legs.

“wilbur drove us over.” tommy answers plainly, his attention caught on your sparkling christmas tree.

your head snapped to wilbur. “you drove here? do you see how bad the roads are?” it was a light scold, wilbur shrugged.

“i heard you were by yourself, and no one should be on christmas eve. the boys and i were already together so we decided to come over.” your heart bursted with happiness as he finished talking. it felt euphoric that even in a shitty condition like this they would still make their way to you.

you gave each boy a smile, which they gave back just as happy. “alright then, who wants hot chocolate?” they all sputtered ‘me!’ out at the same time, causing you to chuckle at the looks on their faces when you asked.

you quickly headed to the kitchen and made five glasses of hot chocolate, adding wipped cream and a candycane as well. with wilbur’s help, you both brought the drinks to the boys, who thanked you and took small sips of the hot beverage.

in the midest of drinking, tommy stood up abruptly, his mug on the coffee table as he grabbed the tv remote from it. “oh, the weather outside is frightful.” he sang. the song was playing on the recorder as he made his way to ranboo. “but the fire is so delightful. since we've no place to go.” tommy pulled ranboo up, being careful of his drink as he handed him the remote.

“let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.” ranboo continued. the song played softly in the background as the room now filled with the groups laughter, tommy and ranboo taking a short bow as you pressed for the next song. and from there, you and the four boys sang your hearts out to “rockin’ around the christmas tree’, and going as far as making your own little dance choreography to it.

you hadn’t even realized how late it was until you checked the clock, being busy with playing board games, drinking more coco, eating cookies and the bench trio playing in the snow on the back deck. it was now half past nine, and wilbur seemed to notice as well as he packed up the game you all had just finished and stood up.

“i told tubbo’s parents i’d bring them back before eight incase the snow got bad. oops.” he didn’t really care that they stayed longer than intended, he was happy that they got to spend today with you. “c’mon boys, let’s get you home.”

they whined as they stood up, walking to the front door and shrugging on their coats and shoes. the bench trio gave you a big group hug, thanking you for a wonderful day as they walked outside. the three of them almost falling down the driveway from the ice hidden under the snow.

wilbur was putting on his jacket when you hugged him. “thank you for visiting wil, you guys really didn’t have too.”

he hugged you back before you both let go and he placed his beanie on his brown curls. “it’s no problem at all! if you’re ever alone for a holliday, don’t hesitate to call, okay?”

you bit your lip nodding. wilbur smiled, walking out of the house and to his car. the snowflakes sticking to him could have anyone thinking his jacket came in white and not the bright yellow it did.

you waved from the doorstep, watching the car pull out of the driveway (getting stuck a few times) and driving away. you sighed with a smile, the happy feeling still lingering as you closed the door and sat on the couch, listening to more music as the outside world turned into a real life snow globe.

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im so sorry this took so long to write, i had been off tumblr for a bit and been trying to write some fics that were lingering in my drafts but i hope you liked this! i also just realized it said they invite reader over and i changed it around but i hope that’s okay. <3 ew it’s kinda short im also sorry about that 😪

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[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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[prettytoxicrevolver]

Reconnect | Platonic!Ranboo

After time apart, you and Ranboo reconnect your friendship

warnings: some angst, friends fighting (possible outdated info)

wc. 1.3k

flashbacks in italics as always :)

Warm coffee floats underneath you, the smell wafting up and encapsulating your senses. You gaze out of the busy London window and zone out completely, your mind moving from one thought to the next like a person floating in a lazy river. 

Your eyes trail over each person, wondering where they’re going, what they’re feeling, their backstory, etc. One boy catches your eye, tall, slim, long hair, with a relaxed state that reminds you of an old friend. 

“Ranboo come on!” 

You stop and turn, your hair flowing around you. A glowing smile lights up your face and your eyes sparkle underneath the afternoon sun. Ranboo with long limbs he doesn’t utilize to his full strength lags behind you, hidden smile under the mask. 

“(y/n) we’re early,” he calls to you and you cross your arms in protest. 

“You can never be too early to pet cats and drink coffee. Let's go!” 

He’s close enough for you to grab his arm, dragging him behind you as he pretends to not be interested in the cat cafe you were headed towards. 

“More coffee?” you look up to the pretty red-headed waitress and smile, nodding quietly. 

It seemed like a lifetime since you and Ranboo met in that exact spot, the one you both had traipsed through a million times together. Your eyes trail to the cat cafe you had visited ages ago, one that you had fallen in love with just by looking at their website. 

You step into the cafe, a warm feeling filling you up and it takes your entire willpower not to squeal in excitement. 

There were cats everywhere. 

You loved it. 

Before you can even move, Ranboo is practically racing around the place, cooing happily at all the cats. You watch with quiet giggles as he reverts back to a child filled with excitement. He finally comes back to you and you’re full out laughing. 

“You have the zoomies,” you state snickering. 

“The what?“

“When cats are excited and run around it’s called having the zoomies. You’re the human version of a cat with zoomies.” 

Ranboo stares at you blankly for a second before the two of you burst into laughter, startling several cats and a few patrons while you were at it. The rest of the time is spent sipping excellent coffee and snuggling up to the cats around the room. You don’t leave until Ranboo has petted and said goodbye to every single animal. 

The trip back to your apartment is quick, and you thank your lucky stars that Ranboo lives just across the hall from you with his and your best friend Tommy. You say goodbye, and when the door closes behind him you wait a moment before ducking into yours. 

There’s an ache in your chest, one that was simply too familiar to you by this point. It reminded you that you missed your best friend, missed the fun you had, and wished you were still friends. But the ache was bittersweet in the end. This hurt, but it was because your friendship was good. You would always have the memories and knowledge of that. 

You’re pulled out of your reminiscing when your phone rings and you swipe on it before even looking to see who’s calling you. You’re greeted by Tommy’s excited voice and you smile. 

“You’re coming to the party,” he says more than asks. 

“I am?” you ask, unaware that there was a party and that you were invited. 

“Yup. I’m picking you up at 8.” 

The conversation ends and you’re left staring at your phone wondering what just happened. You shrug it off, finishing up your coffee and heading back to your apartment. You pick out an outfit, get ready, and wait around till it’s close enough to eight. 

You’re doing a once over of your outfit before heading out the door, running straight into Tommy who has an arm raised and ready to knock on your door. You both take a step back, giggling quietly. 

“M’lady,” he says, holding his arm out to you. 

You take it and Tommy pulls you along to the unknown destination and the party awaiting you. You swear you only go three buildings down but when you step into the place it’s gorgeous, and you know this is a party where people are gonna be a little drunk and having a lot of fun. 

The minute you step into the party, the atmosphere overwhelms you and you’re swept away into the chaos. You greet friends, grab drinks, dance and feel yourself let loose. You take a break wandering to the side of the room when you see Ranboo. 

You watch as he grins widely, laughing at something Wilbur has said, and a smile worms its way onto your lips. God, you missed your platonic soulmate so much. Your eyes trail over the group he’s talking to and spot the downfall of your friendship. 

Catherine grins widely at the group and your smile diminishes instantly. Ranboo and you had both become friends with Catherine around the same time, working her way through your friend group. 

You had thought the two of you would be close, have sleepovers, go shopping, talk about love interests, work on school stuff together, all best friend things. However, you were quick to find out she was nice on the surface but mean deep down. She had talked shit about you to others, spread rumors, and ultimately broke up your friendship with Ranboo. 

“You’re really gonna believe her?” you ask painfully. 

Ranboo raises his hands into the air, dropping them to the side in a gesture that tells you he didn’t know what to believe. You run a hand through your hair, wanting to scream in frustration. 

“We’ve been best friends for 6 years! And you’re gonna take her side?” 

“She hasn’t done anything wrong!” he yells back. 

“She fucked me over.” 

“She’s nice!” he insists and you sigh. 

“If you’re friends with her, that’s fine. But don’t expect to hear much from me.” 

That was the last night you had really talked to Ranboo. 

You stayed friends with Tommy and the others in the friend group but completely shut out Catherine; and Ranboo somewhat along with her. 

While you didn’t regret for a second cutting Catherine out of your life, your heart hurt thinking about not having Ranboo in your life anymore. You two had been through so much together and the minute you left his apartment after that fight, you’ve thought about turning back around and making up with him. You didn’t know what to say or what to do, none of it feels like enough of an apology. 

“Dance with me?” Tommy asks and you have to shake your head to look at him. 

“Let’s go.” 

You make your way to the dance circle and you and Tommy move around in terrible dance moves, smiling wide at each other. When he grabs you, spinning you around laughter escapes you, and your eyes land on Ranboo. 

His gaze meets yours and there's something of an understanding that passes across the room. He wears the expression you assume you’re mimicking right back at him. You slow your movements, offering a careful smile and he returns it. You gesture towards him, mouthing “come dance,” and it feels like the cracks in your heart and the emptiness of your soul fills. 

When he’s by your side it’s like whiplash realizing how much you missed just being in his presence. Nothing could change your relationship, and you would always need your best friend. 

“I’m surprised you’re out here dancing,” he says. 

“I realized just now that I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with my best friend.” 

His smile glows, and he pulls you into a hug that ends up with you two dancing around like idiots, a flame reigniting, a friendship healing.

#ranboo x y/n #ranboo fluff #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #mcyt imagine #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fic #prettytoxicrevolver

[modelbus]

YOOOO MODDLEE

yeah I did it again.

(Help I have a problem of disappearing into thin air)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PART THREE OF CUT CHAOS SHEBSJNSUH

you said you would write 500 chapters.. but like obviously exaggerating..? (Kiddinggg)

tho a few more couldn’t hurt..

juuuust saying if you ever feel like it I will eventually see it and it will eventually make my week. <3333

BUT THATS NOT WHY WE ARE HERE! (I’m sorry my requests are always so long and dramatic bro I just brain like that)

Actual request:

ok so like I knowww cut chaos started from rumours but like rumours are an easy way to start plot lines k? (Also I use she pronouns out of habit but they is pog too)

the friends in question: Tommyinnit (duh), Wilbur (moosic boi), Ranboo (generation loss trauma guy), Possibly Slimecicle?? I know he’s not someone you do requests for normally buttt if you’re okay with it that would be POG, or if slime is a no, tubbo!

SO a few months ago Y/N started working on an SMP with some minimal custom mods, some fancy texture packs, maybe some data packs, and its like this BIGGG project, BUT its not public and its taking a lot of her time, so she can only really do a few streams and most of the time because her schedule is so full its hard to work out streams with friends so, she is alone. with the internet being the internet people started to think something was up, some annoyed viewers made a few rumours and people kept making things up and escalating things until people were saying she did all sorts of horrible things to “lose all her friends” but one of the most popular theories was that she was emotionally abusing them (??? Internet wildin ig) she ignored them while mostly finishing the stuff for the smp, but decided to address it in a very- y/n way. Getting four friends to come to her house and hide slightly off camera while she made a purposefully bad apology video only for them to jump out at the end and her to stand up and be like “YALL REALLY THOUGHT I WAS SOME MASTER MANIPULATOR?! I’M JUST A FUNKY LITTLE CHAOTIC MINECRAFT GOBLIN N’ I’VE BEEN WORKING ON AN SMP THIS WHOLE TIME!! ITS GONNA BE SUPER COOL AND THESE FOUR PLUS ALOOOOT MORE PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE THERE I’M POSTING THE CREATORS SOON AND ITS LAUNCHING IN A MONTH!, SO STOP ASSUMING I’M A BAD PERSON AND GET PUMPED BITCHES!” something along those lines, maybe at the end a little peek at what people are responding with. (Obviously no pressure, but like id be cool) (thanks for considering deity of the busses and models.)

HOW WE LIKING THE SILLIES?!?

P.S I’m not always an angst gremlin (just most of the time..) - ✨🌌🌙 Annon

I DO BE LIKING THE SILLIES (and thank you for elevating me to the level of deity, my ego has been inflated)

Pairing: Cc! Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, Charlie Slimecicle x Gn!Reader (platonic)

Roaring Rumors

Life was all about sacrifices.

Or, that’s what you keep telling yourself when you’re up at 1AM working on your server. Putting together an SMP is harder than it sounds; texture packs, data packs, comparability, world-building, even the (seemingly) simply act of contacting people to play on it. For the amount of time you spent on your computer, your hands might as well be part of your keyboard.

Sleep wasn’t the only thing you sacrificed. Streaming, even just fun ones with your friends, had quickly became rare. Although you loved to hop on a call while coding still, your online presence had severely receded.

You just keep telling yourself that sacrifices are necessary. That the payoff would be worth it.

And it really would be, but you just had to get there first. Which was proving harder than you had thought.

At the very least, you still had your friends. Wilbur sitting silently on call with you while you work, Tommy dragging you out of your room, Ranboo always willing to get excited over your progress. Every day you woke up with a text from your groupchat—typically Charlie—just filling you in on the latest internet trend by a meme.

Today, your news comes from Wilbur and Tommy.

“I think they’re canceling you.” Wilbur says casually while you’re in the midst of detailing the hunger bar for a texture pack.

“Ooh, you’re a wrong’un!” Tommy yells in the background of Wilbur’s side of the call.

The three of you had been idly chatting while each doing your own thing. Wilbur and Tommy were engaged in some Twitter competition, as far as you know.

“Canceling me for what?” You ask, deciding to ignore Tommy’s shouting.

“Existing, I think.” Wilbur answers.

“So the normal.”

“The normal.”

Although the conversation stops there, you can’t help yourself. Later, during one of the few hours you dedicate to getting sleep to stay alive, you pull open Twitter on your phone. Your last tweet was nearly two weeks ago, so it’s been a minute.

But you just want to make sure nothing horrible happened while you were busy. You’re a content creator, this is normal. Definitely. You definitely aren’t just justifying this so you can do it.

You swipe through tweets, heading to trending and searching your name. Tweets load, making your mouth run dry. Wilbur wasn’t joking.

All you can do is scroll, reading as the messages get wilder and wilder. From people saying they were missing you to theories on why nobody was streaming you. Each one seemed considerably more implausible, and before you know it you’re glaring at your screen like it’s to fault.

Some thought you had grown apart.

Some thought you had a falling out.

And, apparently, a lot thought you were emotionally abusing them. Or, depending on the tweet, manipulating them.

Quite honestly, you didn’t even know how they got the idea. The long threads of explanations did nothing but send you into a spiral, biting your bottom lip so hard that it bleeds.

You were so close to finishing the SMP. It needed just a few things, then you'd be able to start scheduling to get it up and running. You didn't have the time nor mental capacity to deal with whatever the fuck is going on right now.

Is it a good choice? Maybe not. But do you still ignore the accusations? Hell yes.

-

By the time you get even closer to finishing the preparations for your SMP, you've come up with the perfect plan to address the (quite stupid) rumors. It'll be a two-in-one; you address the rumors and announce the SMP at the same time.

"How long do I have to lay on this floor?" Tommy asks, stretched out behind your chair.

"Nobody asked you to lay on the floor." Wilbur points out, standing next to your computer. Charlie, on the other side, laughs.

"Yeah man, you wanted to be down there."

"Besides, I'm doing great down here!" Ranboo chimes in.

You roll your eyes, grinning. "I'm about to start stream, so it won't be for much longer. Just wait for my cue, yeah?"

Tommy grumbles, but shuts up. You take that as your chance to start the stream, switching it off your waiting screen and waving to the camera. Your chosen stream title has brought in a bit more than your usual casual steam view number, "Talking about some serious stuff," leading people to believe there will be drama. And if it's drama they want, it's drama you'll give.

"Hello, hello!" You smile, leaning back. "So I've decided to talk about some things. Namely, the Twitter shit. I am so sorry for everything, and I mean that. A lot. Sincerely. There's meaning in it."

Tommy snorts, and from the corner of your eye you catch Wilbur kick him to shut him up.

"What am I sorry about?" You ask rhetorically, acting like you read it off of chat. "Oh, you know. People have been saying all types of stuff. The things about me manipulating my friends?" There's a pause while you let that sink in. "So, I'm sorry."

It's a purposefully shitty apology, but you sigh and act like its heartfelt for a few moments, nodding towards chat. Their messages are mostly confused, especially because it isn't one emote-only.

"Sorry you guys are so gullible!" You shout, and Tommy practically tackles you.

Wilbur's the one to fix your chair, Ranboo and Charlie appearing next to you within moments.

"You guys really thought this one could manipulate me? The master?" Charlie asks the stream, pointing at you.

"Yeah!" Tommy shouts, way too energetic for someone who complained five minutes ago about being on the floor. "We're the master manipulators! Get fooled!"

"I, for one, haven't manipulated anyone-" Ranboo starts, but Tommy slaps a hand over his mouth and nods empathetically.

"Yeah, I don't know what you guys were thinking, but I've just been playing fucking Minecraft for the past few months nonstop." You laugh.

"Nonstop. It's a problem." Wilbur nods.

"It is not a problem!" Pause. "Anyways, I made an SMP! And that's where I've been! Not because I've been manipulating my friends or some shit, stop being dumbasses."

"It'll be super cool!" Ranboo adds in helpfully.

"These four-"

"That's us!" Charlie points around at himself, Wilbur, Tommy, and Ranboo.

"-will be on it, plus a lot more. It'll be posting those people soon! As in, check your Twitter obsessively guys! The SMP will be in about a month, too, so get fucking excited! I want to see some hype!"

"WOO!" Tommy screams, making everyone cringe at having their eardrums ruptured.

"So that's all I wanted to talk about I think. Anything to add, guys?" You glance around at the four surrounding you with a grin.

"One thing." Charlie nods, leaning in really close. "I have a secret. This SMP, it's actually-" He hits your end stream button mid-sentence. "And that's how you keep 'em interested."

-

Ycgmaenthusist NEW SMP NEW SMP NEW SMP NEW SMP

Mammalianeighingreflecenthusiest We are dumb as fuck aren’t we

Poabsenthusiest i will RIOT IN THE STREETS if any of yall be mean to MY STREAMER -> Cmwylenthusist FR I GOT TWO FISTS AND A CAUSE

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #ranboo mcyt #ranboo #ranboolive #charlie slimecicle #charlie slimesicle x reader

[lowkeyrobin]

Ello! Can I request mcyt x reader where they react to reader wearing their clothes? Any mcyt you feel like but preferably including Ranboo and/or Charlie

ooo yeah of course!! ; I did ranboo bc I had zero ideas for charlie for some reason 💀💀💀 ; hope you enjoy 🫶🫶 ; also I'm so sorry this is so short LMFAO, I've been home sick today and have no brain cells other than what I wrote up til last night

RANBOO ; our closet

summary ; you steal their hoodie and he steals your shorts

warnings ; language, mentions of burnout/depression, reader is described to be around the same clothing size as him (just a little disclaimer)

word count ; 263

masterlist

You lay on Ranboo's bed, wrapped up in one of their hoodies, scrolling through TikTok while they stream. You hear them laughing in the room next door, streaming some paranormal horror game with Tommy and Charlie.

Although you were battling a headache, hearing their muffled laughter next door comforted you to great lengths. You were having an off-day, just feeling a little depressed and burned out at the moment, needing a day off to laze around. So, you snuggled up in one of his hoodies, lay down, and do nothing, a very satisfactory plan for the day, truly.

After a while, you heard all the laughter die out into silence and light chatter, signaling to you that Ranboo had finished streaming. After a few more minutes, they walk back into the room, with you half asleep on the bed.

They notice you on their bed, but not the hoodie at first, as they tasked themselves to get comfortable in some pajamas first. Once they do so and look back at you, they notice.

"Is that my hoodie?"

You look back, your back having been facing them. "Oh, yeah. Comfy"

They lightly smile while you squint and look closer at them.

"Those are my shorts, by the way"

"It came from my closet, so..." They joke, sitting down on the bed next to you.

"Eh... our closet?" You suggest

"Yeah, our closet" He smiles, seeing this as one of those moments to bond and build more of a relationship with you. "Oh, can I borrow that sweater you wore yesterday?"

You chuckle, "Yeah, sure"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #mcyt x gn reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #ranboo oneshot #ranboo

[disturbed-and-depressed]

5 Years

CC!Ranboo x GN!Reader

Song: 5 Years by Bo Burnham

Warnings: None

Y/n fiddled with the phone in their hands, still contemplating as to whether or not to actually make the call to their longtime boyfriend, known as Ranboo. Today was their anniversary. Five years to be exact. The two of them were only 18, but they’ve known each other their whole lives, and they’ve been in love with each other for 6 years, that one year was spent silently pining over each other until the h/c teen mustered up the courage to actually confess.

“Oh my gosh, just call him and tell him you wrote him a song!” Tommy exclaimed, laying on his stomach across from his nervous friend. “It’s that simple.”

Y/n shook their head. “Shut up Tom, it’s not that simple. What do you know? You’ve never been in a steady relationship because you can’t get a girl to fall in love with you.”

“Woah! What the hell?” Tommy frowned and sat up. “What did I do?”

Y/n groaned and rubbed their hands over their face. “I’m sorry Tommy. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I just…What if he doesn’t like it? What do I do then?”

Tommy didn’t answer right away, trying to find the right words to say so he wouldn’t say the wrong thing and risk getting another blow to his ego. Thinking back on it, he really didn’t know how much the two meant to each other. Him and Tubbo had asked how the two of them had gotten together one night when they were all at Tubbo’s house in England, back when they were still 17 and stupid, but the couple was pretty much vague when it came to their answers.

But the one thing he did know was that Ranboo loved Y/n, and Y/n loved Ranboo. That was enough for anybody wasn’t it?

“Well I know that Ranboo loves you.” Tommy talked slowly, trying to make his words sound a little more meaningful. He wasn’t good at things like this. Y/n would have gotten better advice if they went to Aimsey or Niki instead. Hell, even Billzo or Freddy would be better than him. “If it comes from you, Ranboo will love it. I know that much.”

Y/n peeked through their fingers. “You really think so? Seriously?”

Tommy nodded and held out the phone. Biting their lip, Y/n grasped the object between their fingers.

“Okay. I can do this.” The nervous teen went into their contacts and tapped on their significant other’s profile, pressing the call button and brought the device up to their ear. “It’s ringing.”

They waited and slightly winced at the beeping. “Oh…It went to voicemail.” Y/n informed the blond.

“Just say what you were going to say.”

The e/c person nodded. “Hey Boo, uh, it's me, Um, our anniversary is coming up, it's a pretty big one, and, um, I wrote a song for you. So I'm just leaving you this voicemail because, um, I want the song to begin with this voicemail…”

“...Um, so just, figure it out and text me the voicemail, um, immediately, if you wouldn't mind…Like, right when you get this. Thank you, um, I love you, bye.”

Ranboo smiled as he listened to his lover’s voice fill his ears. He was upset because he hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time with Y/n. Ranboo had become increasingly busy with his streams while Y/n had spent more time on their album, just recently releasing outtakes and such.

Ranboo had not forgotten their anniversary but was slightly worried about it slipping Y/n’s mind, not that he would have minded too much, but he would be lying he said the thought wasn’t upsetting. So he knew he was lucky that she remembered.

That was the way their relationship worked. Ranboo was the hopeless romantic while Y/n was the realistic person. Ranboo was a live in the moment and Y/n was a plan ahead type. They balanced each other out and that’s why the couple was able to stay together so long. So with the way Y/n wasn’t big on affection all that much, it wasn’t a surprise she made a song, nevertheless, the thought could not be appreciated enough.

Y/n and Ranboo had been best friends since 5th grade, and the only reason it began was because Y/n had accidentally tripped Ranboo and he had been so forgiving, which was something that still confused the h/c teen to this current day and age.

Secrets have been shared between the two on late nights when it was school the next day. Secrets that they had originally vowed to take to the grave but allowed themselves to slip when speaking to the person who meant everything to the other.

They both had their problems, and they helped each other with their problems, whether it be mentally or physically. Ranboo had always had trouble with the way he looked, never liking his appearance. It had been something that he had confessed to Y/n around 2 years into their friendship. Y/n didn’t like the way other people perceived them, more often than not believing that they were a very tiresome person, and that people are usually annoyed with them.

The two of them were messes. Huge unlabeled weird messes. And even though together they were a bigger mess, it was a mess that just seemed to go unnoticed by most because it was so natural.

It’s been 5 years and things have not changed by much. The pair were still with each other, and things would not be changing anytime soon. Not a big change anyways.

It was around 10 pm at night, and Ranboo and Y/n had just finished a 5 hour long stream and they were starving from having not eaten anything all day, so they agreed on ordering some Chinese food. While Ranboo ordered for them, Y/n searched on tv for a show or movie that would occupy a good amount of time before their dinner arrived and chose to settle on some sitcom that was on its reruns.

The young couple sat on the couch, with Ranboo sitting near the armrest and Y/n right by him, letting their shoulders touch, eating their meal. Y/n was watching the people on the screen move and listening to them talk and the laugh track that would occasionally ring out.

Suddenly, Y/n’s attention was pulled away as Ranboo wordlessly reached over to her plate and grabbed a dumpling before popping it into his mouth. The e/c teen stopped her movements and stared at their boyfriend. Y/n scoffed and shook their head. Like, Ranboo didn’t even ask if he could. Yeah, they’re dating each other, but it should be a known fact that you do NOT take your significant other’s food unless you know they’ll be okay with it.

Ranboo stopped chewing as he caught Y/n’s gaze and stared at her questioningly. “Why are you looking at me like that? What the fuck did I do?”

The teen rolled their eyes. “You know, if you really wanted some dim sum then you should have gotten some when we place in the order dude.”

“You’re a psycho.” Ranboo jokingly told Y/n. “I don’t wanna fight, okay? So let’s just drop this, it’s not a big deal.” He turned back to the screen.

Y/n sighed, “Fine, but for the record you owe me a dumpling, I mean it, I won't forget. You owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent.”

Ranboo bit his lip to stop himself from bursting out into laughter at his partner's words. It was really moments like this that made him love his best friend even more.

Ranboo walked across the slightly cluttered floor that had a few papers, pencils, and a couple sweaters scattered around. It is a calm day.

Or it was.

Y/n’s head snapped up when they heard Ranboo let out a loud screech, watching him clumsily jump on the couch, looking batshit terrified. “Hey what’s wrong!?”

Instead of answering, Ranboo shakily pointed at the ground. Confused, Y/n’s eyes followed his finger and saw the culprit. It was a fucking spider, and it was the size of a nickel.

Y/n let out a panicked gasp and clambered off the chair they were sitting on to stand on the coffee table. They swallowed the lump in their throat and looked at their boyfriend. “You should kill that.”

Ranboo looked Y/n in the eyes as he shook his head. “Um, no, fuck that.”

“Come on, be a man.”

“What?” Ranboo squinted his eyes. “You're a total anti-sexist, a patriarchy fighter. But your whole worldview collapses.The moment there's a spider.” He glanced back down at the eight legged creature. “I get it, this is the real you. It's a pleasure, nice to meet you.” Ranboo held his hand out for a handshake despite the fact that him and Y/n were like 4 feet apart. “Shit like this brings the movement down.”

Y/n scoffed. “Well, haven’t you heard the saying?”

Ranboo picked his head up again, “What saying?”

“Everyone's a feminist until there is a spider around.”

Y/n stood up from their spot on the couch and started walking towards the hall.

“Where are you going?” Ranboo asked from behind them.

“Just to the bathroom.” Faintly, Y/n could hear shuffling from the couch, but brushed it off, assuming Ranboo had gotten up for more popcorn or another drink or something. They were not expecting to be picked up by the waist and moved to the opposite side of where they were originally heading. “What the hell?”

Y/n turned back around in time to see Ranboo dart to the bathroom as well. “Hey! No! Don’t you dare!”

Getting a loud laugh in return, Y/n was unfortunately slower than the giant ass teen and ran into the door as Ranboo abruptly shut it. “Too slow!”

Y/n groaned and hit their head on the wooden door. “Bruh, why didn’t you just use the guest bathroom? This is why we have two bathrooms in the first place!” Y/n whirled around and stalked off, only pausing once to shout one more time. “And I know that you know!”

“It’s fun messing with you!”

“Fuck off!”

Y/n groaned and rubbed their eyes, trying to get all the eye crust off, still groggy from the long nap. They sat up, looking around the room, remembering that they had spent the night at Tommy’s since it was too late for Y/n to leave for the house that they and Ranboo shared.

Y/n sat up and picked up the note that was on the dresser. They recognized the sloppy handwriting as Tommy’s explaining that he had gone to the store and would be back soon, also explaining that there was food in the fridge if they were hungry.

They pushed the covers away and stood up, leaving the guest room and walking down the hall, coming out into the front room, seeing it empty. They moved over to the couch and sat down, leaning back against the cushions and pulling out their phone.

The silence that had taken over was interrupted by a knock on the door. Y/n groaned, standing up and walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it, realizing at the last second that they should have at least looked out the peephole first. They got lucky though, seeing as it just turned out to be Ranboo.

Ranboo stood in front of his partner and smiled nervously. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Y/n breathed out, surprised he had shown up. “Sorry, come in.” They moved out of the way.

Ranboo strolled inside, glancing around the apartment. “Is Tommy here?”

“Umm, no, he’s out shopping. Who knows what he’ll come back with.” They chuckled. “What are you doing here?”

“It feels like we had a fight, even though we didn’t.” Ranboo mumbled. He held out his arms and pulled Y/n into his chest, breathing in their signature scent. “I know we haven’t had a lot of time for each other because we’ve both been busy with our own things, which also means we didn’t get to have our anniversary yesterday.” The words were muffled, but it was still easy enough for Y/n to understand.

“It’s no one’s fault.” Y/n whispered. “We can just hang out today, and go do something if you want.”

Ranboo shook his head. “No. No, I just want to be around you. I don’t want to do anything today, please.”

Y/n tightened their grip on their boyfriend. “Then we don’t have to. I promise.”

“I really loved the song.” Ranboo muttered gently.

Everything was silent between the two lovers. It was perfect even.

“Happy five years.”

#ranboo x y/n #ranboo fluff #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #ranboo #ranboo x you #c: ranboo #cc!ranboo #dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #bo burham inside #bo burnham

[roxiezsxx]

Song headcannons for my angel dsmp au.

Angel!tommy : Tears over beers.

‘She was outta luck for three more years.’

Angel!Wilbur: the goose & the wren.

‘The water looks nice so I do not think twice.’

Angel!ranboo: cool about it.

‘Once I took your medication to know what it’s like.’

Angel!Tubbo : lover, you should’ve come over

‘Maybe I was too young, to keep true love from going wrong.’

Angel!Quackity: velvet ring

‘Love is a gentle thing’

Angel!Karl: fluorescent adolescent

‘You used to get it in your fishnets now you only get it in your night dress’

Angel!Technoblade: class of 2013

‘Can I sleep for a few months more?”

Angel! Sapnap: Mr loverman

‘And I miss my lover, man.”

Angel!Foolish: big mouth strikes again

‘As the flames rose to her Roman nose and her hearing aid started to melt.”

Angel! Philza: My kind of woman

‘My kind of woman.’

Angel!kirsten: say yes to heaven

‘I’ve got my eye on you.’

Angel!dream: No children

‘I am drowning, there is no sign of land you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand’

Angel!puffy: drift away

‘Is this how it works? Am i doing it right?”

Angel!Niki: class of 2013

‘Mom, im tired can i dream for a few months more..?”

Angel!jack: hit em up style!

‘There go the lies you told!’

Angel!Eret: Andrew in drag

‘So stick him in a dress and hes the only boy id shag’

Angel!skeppy: fighter

‘Call me fighter and ill mop the floor with you.’

Angel!bad boy halo: fighter

‘Call me lover! Ill take you for a drink or two!’

Angel!jschlatt: i love you like an alchoholic

‘One last kiss! I love you like an alcoholic.”

Angel!fundy: i hate my mom

‘I fucking hate my mom!’

Angel!Awesamdude: living next door to alice

‘I don’t know why shes leaving or where shes gonna go.’

Angel!George: old friend

‘I haven’t told a anyone just like we promised’

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HEY GUYS AUTHOR HERE I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME REQUESTS OF ANYONE ON THIS LIST!! :3 PLATONIC AND NON PLATONIC OBVS INCLUDED PLS READ MY ABOUT ME POST TO SEE WHAT IM COMFY WITH!!

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot au #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot imagines #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbursoot #ranboo #ranboo imagine #ranboo au #ranboo fanfiction #ranboo imagines #ranboo x reader #ranboo x y/n #ranboo x you #captain puffy #captain puffy imagine #captain puffy au #captain puffy fanfiction #captain puffy x reader #captain puffy x you #captain puffy x y/n #philza minecraft #philza #philza fanfiction #philza imagine #philza au #philza imagines

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine watching Haikyuu with Ranboo

I got no ideas for imagines at this point

Also congratulations Ranboo for coming out!

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #mcyt imagine #dsmp imagine #ranboo imagine #ranboo x you #ranboo x reader

[demonboyhalo]

it's simultaneously baffling and yet so on brand that Ranboo keeps ending up in these situations. like yeah of course they're so socially awkward that, when a security guard for the genloss set angrily tells them to leave (the set Ranboo has 24/7 access for as, y'know, the OWNER) Ranboo would go "haha yea man my bad ill scooch on by-" and let himself get kicked out by his own security. Ranboo is the peak manifestation of a gen z teen who doesn't want to bother anyone at all costs. KING YOU WRITE THAT MAN'S CHECKS 😭

#I can't wait for ranboo to see that security guard at a shooting #and the guard tries to kick them out again #until someone (bc it will NOT be ranboo telling him) notified the security guard that ranboo is literally the director who owns the set #i can also imagine vividly ranboo telling this story on a talk show in the future bc it's SUCH a perfect ranboo story #mcyt #ranboo #genloss #generation loss #cc!ranboo

[spacedustmantis]

thinking about if they got out

#charlie and ranboo that is #hhhmmm #like in universe implications and also themes #like for them to truly get out they'd need to a) break ranboo's mask and b) leave all the cameras behind #if they got out it would've just ended #they shoot the camera man or something #ough actually that's so sick #imagine that fight sequence #the thought of going off the grid #leaving everyone in the dark forever and ever #in order to be free #yeah #showfall media isn't defeated tho #ranboo and charlie are out #but there are other actors #other protagonists #other heros #the show must go on #the content machine doesn't stop just because a few rejected it #it's immortal up until the point that it runs out of participants #and everyone's eager for a little fame #yeah... #generation loss #buggy thoughts #connecting the dots #silver screen