Soulmates | Tommy, tubbo, ranboo

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— banks , Lincoln

The blonde boy who acted odd in class when he made a joke with tubbo, had walked over.
"Tubbo," he growled under his breath. Tubbo grit his teeth.
"Come on Tubbo," the taller one said, glancing at the new boy, sat cross legged on the floor. Ranboo grimaced, he obviously wasn't wanted or needed here by the boy that now tugged on tubbos arm, attempting to pull the squirming brunette away from him.
"Tommy," so that was his name- "let go."
Tommy's face dropped, and he tugged his hands off Tubbos semi-neon green sweater, frowning.
"Tubbo-" he spluttered out, obviously not use to getting such a denial, "Tubbo but- Tubbo..."

He, Tommy big man innit, had been ditched. He had officially been traded out, and the only way to describe how he was feeling was shit. He had no friends anymore, he guessed. All the cool kids, his brothers friends included, sat as a large group in the corner of the meadow, taking up the wooden climbing frame, and he, tommy, had been left to himself...

Tommy sighed, plonking down on a small patch of tarmac, and pulling out a slightly soggy, flattened sandwich, grimacing at the damp bread. The envy he had for the simple, dry cheese sandwich that that ranboob dude had was immense....what he'd give for...for...a freind, simply just a freind in this lonely world...

"Jack. Jack fucking manifold." Tommy scowled, glancing up through the slight fringe he had, covering his eyes and obscuring his vision of the small bald bitch.
"Ayup tommy," Jack called, far to cheerful for Tommy's liking, "thought you looked a bit lonely o'er here, came to say hi and all that shit."
As much as tommy hated the man, he couldn't help but smile at Jack's enthusiastic tone. He wanted to hate it, wanted to push Jack away, but he didn't seem able too-
"May as well just sit down then mate," Tommy gestured to the ground near him, looking round the meadow but avoiding that one particular direction, where the one person he held so precious sat beside Tommy's self proclaimed enemy. Jack plopped down on the ground beside him,
"Yo you good mate?" He questioned, in that ever so annoying accent of his, thick against the words, "toommmyyyyy-"
"Jack shut up I'm scowling." Tommy scowled at ranboob mouth set into an ice cold frown that could cut through the most solid of friendly glances.
Their eyes met across the substantial amount of ground between the two, and that- that motherfucker just smiled. Tommy grinned manically back, a promise of pain to come, just a taste of how tommy was feeling right now...

//
Tubbo was very happy. Tommy hadn't killed his new friend yet. Tubbo was the happiest he'd been in a very long time, before the accident dare he say. The thought of that dampened his mood a bit, before he looked over to see ranboo, the tall dude, smiling over at tommy. At least the two of them were getting on...right?
He might've been convinced by their act if it wasn't for the haze of blinding anger that pulsed through his wrist, through his bright red soulmates mark, covered over by a set of cream, slightly muddied, bandages.
"Fuck!" He yelped, as a significant bout of pain doubled him over, clutching at his wrist. He sprinted, stumbling slightly, over to tommy.
"Tommy, stop!" He shouted, overwhelmed with the burning sensation from his arm. Tommy jumped, breaking the locked gaze between him and ranboo, eyes widening as he saw Tubbo standing there, face burning with pain and tones of anger, a perfect melody to Tommy's unfinished symphony as Wilbur once called it. Tommy's gaze softened, and the pain crackling through Tubbo ceased to a throbbing ache.
"Tommy W- what have you got against ranboo? He's a perfectly good guy, if you just took the time to get to kn-" Tubbos rambling was cut off as tommy waved a hand dismissively.
"Tubbo- I-" he stumbled over his words, unsure of what to say. Behind Tubbo, Jack urged him on, "Tubbo I just, I feel so lonely without you and....and y'know-"
"Ha! And you say your not the clingy one?" Jack choked out between a bout of laughter.
"Wow so funny jack," Tommy dead panned, a hint of a smile fighting to make itself known in his harsh expression. Tubbo smiled, tommy did truly make him happy, but so did ranboo, both of them in different ways.

Ranboo had started walking over at some point, and now stood a little while away, nervously rubbing his elbow with one hand, glancing away over to the empty space he and Tubbo had occupied.
"Ranboo!" Tubbo called, beckoning the 6'6" giant over.
"Not this fucker" Tommy said, the slight smile and all humour dripping off his face.

and ranboob had the audacity, the audacity!, to be taller than he, big man innit...

"Tommy!" Tubbo groaned, slapping the light golden haired boy on the shoulder.

Even to Tubbo, ranboo was a bit...odd...he always wore gloves, full fingered, and fitting with the monochrome colour scheme he had- a dark purple, hardly noticeable as the toned down magenta, and an ice blue that glistened like melting snow, both made of an odd silky feeling fabric. He never touched anything with his bare skin, Tubbos only reasoning behind that was ranboo being a germaphobe....but with how outgoing he could be...unlikely...

[timeskip, after school]

"Tommy, I don't think...I'm going to go and see ranboo..." tubbo slowly walked off, heading towards the end of the street, back the way they'd just walked, before turning around when Tommy gave no protest, "Tommy?"
he was standing rigid, arms held out from his sides with a ... strange air surrounding him,
"Tubbo I don't give a FUCK about this Ranboob guy...what happened to us? What happened to u - us tubbo-" emotion choked his voice, as he slowly broke down internally, an inner 'blob' curling into a small ball, normally happy face turned to an opposite, as a small cool blue tear trickled down its cheek. "You can't...you can't just-"
"I can do what I want tommy. I don't care who you are to me, don't you dare dictate how I act, feel, or what I do..."
"Tubbo look mate-" but it was too late, Tommy was too late. He'd walked off, disappearing down the slate grey street, a slightly muddy brown-green stain against the slowly setting sun.
idontremberidontremeber.. ...
A hand landed on his shoulder, black fingerless glove and scarred fingers, bright pink from the slight bite to the quickly cooling evening,
"Well, if it isn't one of them..."
Black void flooded his senses and a flaring pain punched through the back of his chest, a foot size impact. Tommy had a brief feeling of falling, before he the magenta tinged starless night engulfed him.

"Phil, I...Tommy's in trouble." Wilbur had an uncanny sense for when tommy was in trouble, and it had proved itself far more times that should be necessary.
"He's..." dull ache through his chest, "...not doing so good."

A/n - tee hee

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