mcyt one shots that i write at 3am

One of Those Days

canon who? i do not know her. anyways c!beeduo are both alive and happily married and living together stfu

c!ranboo is so autistic coded

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"I'm back!" Tubbo called out as he gently kicked the front door closed behind him with his hoof. No reply, but that was okay. Maybe Ranboo wasn't home yet. Tubbo dropped off his stuff then headed upstairs to see Michael.

Tubbo gently pushed open the door, and was slightly surprised to see Ranboo sitting in the rocking chair, holding Michael gently on their lap as their long legs pushed the chair backwards and forwards.

"Hey, Boo! You're home!" Tubbo greeted with a smile.

Ranboo looked over in Tubbo's direction and smiled softly, creating a low warble in the back of their throat. Ranboo's eyes were a pale purple, rather than the usual red and green, and their movements were a lot more mob-like than usual. Tubbo smiled sadly and sighed as he entered the room, clicking the door quietly shut behind him.

"One of those days, huh?"

Ranboo didn't answer.

"Okay, that's okay," Tubbo pulled up a chair from the other side of the room to sit by Ranboo, "We can deal with this, we always do."

Ranboo didn't seem to be fully listening to Tubbo, instead focused on Michael and how his tiny hands fit against Ranboo's giant ones, but Tubbo knew that they still heard him. Most other people just assumed Ranboo was ignoring them a lot of the time because they tended to get distracted and do other things while talking, but Tubbo knew they were always paying attention, even in this state.

"Sooo..." Tubbo started, "How's your day been?" Although of course, he didn't really expect a coherent answer, he'd learnt that Ranboo was more comfortable with Tubbo just making conversation as normal rather than treating these situations like there was something wrong with them.

As predicted, Ranboo just happily warbled what sounded like a bunch of nonsense to Tubbo, and continued to allow Michael to play with their hands.

"Sounds good, bossman," Tubbo replied as if he'd understood everything their husband had just told him, even though he couldn't speak a word of Ender. He just watched Ranboo play with Michael for a moment in silence, admiring how gentle they were being despite not having much of a clue of anything else that was going on. Tubbo longed to know what went on inside Ranboo's head, but he knew it would always be a mystery to him. Experimenting on his husband wasn't exactly a very good thing to do, so he'd been told, so he was sort of left to just figure things out as they happened. He watched Ranboo lift their hands over their face, obscuring Michael's vision of them before pulling them away and grinning. Michael let out a happy squeal and clapped his hands, then Ranboo copied and clapped back. Their tail waved in excitement, and Tubbo couldn't help but giggle at the sight of it. Ranboo's ear perked up at the sound and turned their head to look at Tubbo, cocking it to the side inquisitively.

"Sorry, but dude, you're adorable," he smiled. Ranboo's tail-wagging instantly slowed and they warbled bashfully, their ears tinted a light purple causing Tubbo to reach up and gently flick the one closest to him, "That's cute as fuck too."

Ranboo gently pulled a hand away from Michael and lifted it to Tubbo's head, softly petting his fluffy hair. Their tail now waved gently behind them, indicating that they were calm and happy. Tubbo smiled. His family was a strange one, but it was the best one he could ever ask for. He gently leaned his head against Ranboo's shoulder.

"You know I love you, Boo," he murmured, "You're weird as hell and I'm afraid I will never understand you, but I still love you very much."

Ranboo vwooped happily and stroked Tubbo's fluffy ears as they purred softly. Tubbo chuckled to himself, for he was almost certain that "awake" Ranboo had no idea that they purred like that, and would go absolutely insane if they found out in fear of being compared to a cat yet again.

Ranboo let out another low warble, one that Tubbo could only assume was affirming the same feelings back.

"It's getting late, you know," Tubbo pointed out, "I think Michael needs to go to bed now."

Both Michael and Ranboo stared at Tubbo with the same disappointed look on their faces. If not for the obvious species difference, anyone would be able to mark them as father and son. Tubbo stifled a laugh at the sight of his husband, just barely older than himself, glaring at him with the pout of a toddler.

"Might be bedtime for you too, Boo," he teased, earning an unimpressed-sounding warble from Ranboo. The enderman clutched their son tighter to their chest, glaring at Tubbo and refusing to move. Tubbo sighed.

"Alright, fine! Be that way!" He pretended to be upset, stomping out of the room, but really his plan was very well thought out. Once Tubbo had left the room and the pressure was gone, Ranboo would soon realise on their own how tired they were and would put Michael to bed, then come back out to go to their own room. The key was getting Ranboo to think the bedtime was their own idea, not Tubbo's. It was a flawless method, and it worked every time since Ranboo never remembered Tubbo's little trick.

Tubbo went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed to wait, and sure enough, within about ten minutes, Ranboo ducked in through the doorway. Tubbo smiled to himself, then hopped down from the bed, walking around to the other side and climbing in under the covers.

"You sleeping here tonight?" he asked, even though the answer lately had always been a yes.

Ranboo managed to speak a quiet, "Yes," though their voice was still very distorted. Today was a slow day, it seemed, with the switch between Enderwalk and "awake" being much more gradual than it often was. Tubbo nodded and focused his gaze elsewhere as Ranboo changed into nightclothes and slipped under the covers beside him. They lay down on their side, gazing up at Tubbo with large eyes, glowing softly in the dim light. Tubbo smiled and blew out the torch by the bed, leaving the room bathed only in moonlight and the gentle glow of Ranboo's eyes and particles.

Ranboo vwooped and extended their arms towards Tubbo, making grabby hands. Tubbo chuckled and lay down on his side, facing them. He opened his arms and let Ranboo shuffle between them, nuzzling against Tubbo's chest as Tubbo held them close and gently ran his fingers through their hair.

Ranboo purred gently as they drifted off to sleep, and Tubbo could only hope they'd feel a little bit better in the morning.

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sorry i've been dead btw, been writing a lot of south park shit instead since my hyperfocus kinda switched. not sure if this book will continue, i'm just uploading old drafts. my bad :)