Tubboinnit oneshots (PLATONIC READ DESC)

Forget Me Finally (angst)

(This takes places in an AU dream smp basically roleplay, read notes that the end for more info, ALSO TUBBO AND RANBOO's MARRIAGE IS PLATONIC NO SHIPPING  (@xavintroneep on twitter go check em out)

-CW: Angst, cursing, implied death threats

( 735 words without A/N)

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He's free...
Tommy was let out of the jail, away from dream. He started walking past his hotel, taking in all the changes. He turned to the left looking at the new wooden building, observing as it looked to be an inn. Out of no where he heard a familiar voice, Tubbo, and foot steps coming from behind him.

"Tommy?"

"Tubbo!"

Tommy whipped his head around looking at his best friend, after what seems to be months away from him, running up and squeezing him in a hug. After barely making contact he was pushed away. 

"Tommy, you're alive. I could've sworn you died, how the hell are you alive?"

"Dream brought me back to life! I missed you, what happened, why is there an inn here, what's-"

Tommy stopped in his tracks looking at Tubbo and his hand, realizing he had a silver ring covering his finger. Tubbo obviously understood his friend's confusion and hid his hand behind his back.

"So Dream brought you back, that's cool! Uhm, Quackity is-"

"Who married you?" Tommy stated with no remorse, cutting Tubbo off and looked him straight in the eyes."

"That's not important, anyways Quacki-"

"Yes it is Tubbo, you can't avoid the question," Tommy grabbed Tubbo's arm and pulled his hand closer to his view, "who did you marry?"

"Is it your business? Tommy you just came back to life! That doesn't make it anymore okay to bulge into my life, at least let me tell you about the server!"

"Tubbo how did you move on so fast? If we switched roles and you died I would stay at your grave site for years to come; I die and you get married!?  Who the hell did you marry, tell me I'm your best friend! This is important to me!"

"I was lonely without you! Are you accusing me of leaving you? Speaking of which, how the hell do you keep fucking up things? You've gotten exiled twice, started about every war so far and DIED! It's not my fault I moved on, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if you made it from hell back to here."

"You're avoiding the question, who. Did. You. Marry, Tubbo, I won't ask again."

"It's was Ranboo, we have a kid, now leave before I punch the living  daylights out of you, you-, you childish fool!"

"Don't you dare fucking touch me!" Tommy commanded, pushing Tubbo back.

"What's wrong Tubbo?" Ranboo walked up behind Tubbo looking over to whom Tubbo was arguing with. "Tommy? I thought you were dead?"

"Yeah and I thought Tubbo was my best friend, and then he goes off and marries a fucking mob and gets a child, things happen and right now I'm trying to talk to Tubbo, leave"

"Don't talk to my husband like that! Tommy, let's be honest, no one on this server wanted you around. No one cried after your death and honestly the server was so much better." Tubbo walked back to Ranboo and turned away from Tommy, and started walking down the path which they stood upon. "Actually, how about you leave again? I'm tired of you, yah know Tommy. Somethings are better off gone, things that cause problems like you." 

"Tubbo." Ranboo tried to intervene the argument between the two boys, purely trying to help their situation.

"Let's go Ranboo, and hope we don't see Tommy again. Micheal is probably waiting at the house."

Tommy silently watched the two walk away, Ranboo wordlessly mouthing 'I'm sorry' to him. He stood there watching to the walk until they were far out of sight, questioning what had come of him. He pinched him self to make sure it was all real, jumping back at the memory inducing pain. At last he went the opposite direction and started walking, no with a destination in mind, for Conner had taken up his household; reviewing Tubbo's words in his head that no one was in denial of his death but simply accepted it. 

After what seemed to be hours of walking he found himself deep inside a dark forest and near a climbable tree, and made his way to the top of the supportive branched and rested his head on  it. His last thoughts before he drifted off the sleep was that if he fell out of the tree and never got back up, no one would miss him and Tubbo would be happy.

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Hello readers! Thank you for reading and please tell me if you would suggest anything for me to fix or randomly comment! I would love it if you gave this a vote but don't feel pressured to. This quarter of math has kicked me and I had no free time, but I finally came back so here's some good ol' angst. Ill try to finish Small lights in the next chapter yet I have no clue if I will. Make sure to comment or request! Again, thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night <3

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