MCYT Angst Oneshots

You're safe ~Ranboo~

TW- ED, mentions of throwing up

a/n: I'M SO SORRY I SSWEAR SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS BUT I CAN'T FIND THEM! IF YOU REQUESTED AN ED PLEASE TELL ME BC IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN YOU! anyway enjoy?

He had meant to eat after he finished working. He really didn't mean for it to get this far but... it had been over three days since he had last eaten. A kid of his height and age should be eating a lot more then he normally ate, anyways, so three days without food was more like 5. He knew he should eat, but he felt sick just thinking about food, and every time he consumed it he wanted to throw up.

So, here Ranboo was, sitting at his desk finishing his ELA essay. He had half a mind to at least drink something, but even that seemed like a nearly impossible task. He knew if anyone in his family found our he was up at 3 in the morning, they would find out everything else too; he kept quiet.

"....and in that case, you need to donate to the Trevor Project." Done. Submitted. Shit. His head hurt so bad, he needed to drink something. He reached for his cup- where had it gone? I'm feeling kind of lightheaded- that was his last thought before his head dropped onto his desk.

Third person POV (but somewhere else :0) 

Clem was up with Tubbo, her best friend. (THAT'S RIGHT MY FRIENDS MTF TOMMYINNIT!! COME GET Y'ALL'S JUICE!!) Tubbo was staying over for the night, and even though Ranboo was supposed to be with them, he had left earlier, claiming to be tired (which, in Clementine's opinion, was absolute bullshit. She knew that Ranboo had pulled 3 weeks of all-nighters in a row, and she had made sure he had gone to bed at 12 the night before). Either way, it turns out she was right. At about three she and Tubbo heard a thud coming from the room next to here they were— Ranboo's room.

"That bitch can't take care of himself, let's go Tubbo."

LMAO THIRD PERSON AGAIN BUT I'M AN IMPATIENT BASTARD SO RANBOO WAKES UP

When Ranboo woke up, the first thing he noticed was the fact that about twelve blankets were draped over him. It was warm. Someone must have noticed him stir, as a female voice called: "Ah, you're awake, big man!" 

Struggling to open his eyes, Ranboo smiled at Clementine. She might act like she didn't care, but she really did. At that moment Tubbo walked in with some soup. "Here you go, Ranboo!"

Ranboo hesitated, but took the bowl and held it. Clementine stared at him. "Ranboo... you better fucking eat that or I'll fucking disown you."

Although he normally would register the joke, he wasn't lucid enough for that, so he quickly went to eat. "Woah, I was kidding, Ran, slow down."

He slowly raised the spoon to his lips and ate it. He felt sick. He gagged, setting down the bowl. Tubbo sat next to him and ran fingers through his hair. "Take your time, we won't leave, I promise."

Ranboo's hands shook as he held the bowl, trying not to cry. Clementine took it out of his grip, Ranboo curling up on Tubbo's lap immediately. It was an awkward position, and Ranboo was 1 foot taller than Tubbo, but it didn't matter at this moment.

As Tubbo and Clem continued to whisper reassurances in his ears, Ranboo broke down. "I'm sorry, I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO I'M SORRY!! I SWEAR IT I'M- I'm sorr-sorry."

"It's okay, I know you must be tired, and we'll still be here when you wake up. You can try to eat then, but for now, you're okay. You can go to sleep. You're safe."