bee and boo (platonic ranboo and tubbo oneshots) [DISCONTINUED]

i miss you too.. part two of only to be met with nothing!

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hey guys! how are you? I hope you are doing well! here is part two of only to be met with nothing! y'all seemed to want one, and i thought it would be fun to write one so here we are! @Salmon_Sushi4U i apologize i tried with your request but it wouldn't really spark into a chapter

a/n over

Tubbo checked his phone, 10:40 AM. Earlier than usual, that's good. His face brightened when he saw he had a voicemail from Ranboo, immediately clicking on it to listen. It was always nice when he could wake up to Ranboo's voice.

"Hey, Tubbo."

Ranboo sounded tired, his voice deep and scratchy, and he sounded like he was crying. Tubbo was immediately worried.

"I don't really know what to say... But I guess it's mainly that I miss you. Or rather, it's that I miss the idea of you."

That was not what Tubbo expected. But he missed Ranboo too.

"I miss the dream I was having, where we were ice skating and it was really fun. I just want to feel your hand in mine, and I want to feel happy, and full, and content, instead of feeling like I'm drowning in loneliness and tears."

"Same, Ranboo. I do too." Tubbo whispered.

"My pillow is soaking with tears right now, by the way." Tubbo smiled sadly. He didn't know why he was smiling, he just was. It was wistful, a sad smile. A tear made its way down his face. "I really, really miss you, Tubbo."

"I miss you too." Tubbo whispered into empty space as he stared up at his ceiling. Covid didn't make things easy. Sure, he wouldn't have met Ranboo or became closer to his other friends without it, but now he couldn't see all of these friends in person. It's pretty damn tiring when your platonic soulmate lives across an ocean. Pretty damn tiring. FaceTimes don't make things very much easier when you always feel a tugging on your heart, your heart that always feels like shattering. It was a pathetic can on a string, the relationship Tubbo and Ranboo tried to maintain. It was so much harder when the only problem wasn't Visas.

After a bit more reflecting, (and neglecting breakfast, he'd eat later) *not an ED, he just doesn't want to eat right then!* Tubbo decided to call Ranboo, though it was around 6AM for the American, Tubbo figured he was awake after the voicemail he sent.

"Hey, Ranboo!" Tubbo said with a poorly built blockade around the sadness in his voice, masking it with a higher voice, a little giggle. But he knew there was no mistaking the sadness. "How- how's it going? I got your voicemail..."

Ranboo paled a bit, feeling bad. "Im sorry, Tubbo, I didn't mean to send it." He frowned, brows furrowing, his hands moving at a hyper speed on the screen of his phone, searching for something indicating that he sent the voicemail. He did send it, shit. "I know you just woke up, that probably wasn't great to wake up to."

"No, no!" Tubbo was quick to clear it up, that none of Tubbo's emotions were Ranboo's fault. "It's okay. It's kind of nice to hear that you feel the same way about all of this shit. I wake up every day and it's just another day, and another discord call. It gets routine, and it gets sad. Much sadder than before."

"I agree, definitely. It does get really sad." Both boys stared into space for a bit before Tubbo brought voices back to their silent call.

"What was your dream about?" Tubbo asked.

Ranboo's face flushed. "We had met up and we were ice skating. I was terrible, like in real life, and you were really good. I was reaching for your hand when I woke up."

"I am really good at ice skating in real life, maybe we could recreate that dream sometime." Ranboo could hear the smile in Tubbo's voice.

"Maybe." Ranboo couldn't help but hug his pillow coser, letting out a shit eating grin at the idea of really feeling the way he did in that dream in real life, with a real person. Real Tubbo. "I know I already said this, but I miss you so much, Tubbo." It was a weird combination, his small smile and bloodshot, teary eyes, but it felt so natural, in a way.

"I miss you too. More than you could ever know." If they were together, Tubbo would have dug his head into the crook of Ranboo's arm, or planted a kiss on his head and tucked the taller boy into a hug. Ranboo could feel that, even through their can on a string, and he felt comforted by that. In his daydream, he pulled Tubbo closer, returning the kiss on his soft mop of chocolate brown hair, enjoying the oat-and-honey scent, basking in the happiness before remembering the place he was.

Before the hole in his heart broke it's newly mended wounds, and he needed to choke out a quiet "Sorry" before leaving the call, gasping for air and sobbing into his pillow again, just as he had been the last 15 minutes he hadn't been on call with Tubbo.

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guyssss im so sorry this is shittttttttttttttt :(

also sorry it's so short :(

i didt know how to make it longer btu i need to get it out because i'm going to be away for wednesday night and all of thursday so i can't write a chapter to get out this week

i am sad that i will have no ranboo and no wattpad for 24 hours it is kinda giving me anxiety, ngl, watching streams or checking my notifs and seeing sweet comments (which, thanks for those, they really make my day :D) are pretty much the only things that can truly make me smile except for being with friends, but i won't be able to see my friends either :(
lol sorry about the rant

i hope everyone has a great day/night/4am💚