Tubbo lay awake as the sun began to rise. He was always the first awake, and it was best that way so he could prepare himself for when Ranboo woke up. It was always different, every morning. Sometimes they were perfectly fine, and just got up and got on with their day, but most of the time they took a little while to gather their thoughts. Tubbo glanced over as Ranboo stirred. Sometimes it was difficult to tell when they were awake or not, considering they couldn't close their eyes, but it was a pretty obvious shift when they woke up in a panic.
Tubbo waited patiently as Ranboo sat up and frantically looked around the room, as if trying to figure out where they were. Their eyes fell on Tubbo, and he could almost see the recognition begin to spark, before it was replaced with a frown of frustration. Tubbo smiled softly and took his husband's huge hand in his own tiny ones and made a loose fist with it.
"I'll help you."
He gently pinched Ranboo's thumb.
"You are Ranboo."
He lifted up one finger.
"I am Tubbo."
He lifted the next finger
"You are my husband, and we are married."
Then the next.
"We have a son together, his name is Michael."
And with the final finger, Tubbo pressed his palm flat against Ranboo's.
"You are home, you are with me, and you are safe. You are real, you are here, and you are awake." Tubbo reached up with his other hand and cupped Ranboo's cheek.
"Good morning, Ranboo."
Ranboo hesitantly copied.
"....Good morning, Tubbo."
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mcyt one shots that i write at 3am
Fanfictionthis contains shipping of both characters and the irl creators so don't read if you don't like that • feel free to request in replies or dms POPPY DNI don't bother telling me i'm wrong for writing some of these because i already know that :]
