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

you were the one who felt

a/n

c!beeduo fight

cry

TWS: fighting (verbal dw) and mentions of divorce

enjoy ig lol

a/n over

"You sold it to him? Seriously? Why would you do that, Tubbo?" Ranboo snapped when his husband walked through the door. Ranboo seemed mad, true, but really, he'd been trying not to cry since he heard.

"I didn't sell it! The cookie outpost still belongs to me, it's just partly Big Q's and it has to follow Las Nevadas' regulations!" Tubbo shot back. "Why has it been so hard for you to understand?"

Ranboo choked back a sob. "I understand just fine, I understand that you sold something we'd been doing together as husbands to the same man who helped execute you! I care about you, Tubbo. About your safety, and about your love. And you fucking sold it to Quackity!"

Ranboo's tears had finally broken out, and the sound of his tears was the only thing to be heard in the house. Tubbo stood silent and shocked, Ranboo yelling hitting straight to his core. And Tubbo did care, of course he did. But maybe not in the way he was supposed to, he didn't think that would do it now.

"I-" Tubbo started.

"You what, Tubbo. What could you possibly do now? Go back to Las Nevadas to get it back? It's gone, and you know that." There was a moment of silence. "I'm taking Michael to Tommy's. We can talk when I get back."

Ranboo stumbled up the stairs to Michael's room, breaking into sobs when he rounded the corner away from Tubbo and sliding down to the floor. Normally if Ranboo were crying, Tubbo would be there to comfort him, to dry his tears and tell him it would be okay. But today, Tubbo was still standing in the entry hall, probably still looking as defensive and practically emotionless as he had before. It hurt more, much more, than even the constant fresh burns trailing down his face.

Ranboo gulped down more sobs and stood up. There were better times to break down. Right now he had to take Micheal to Tommy's, and he couldn't let Michael get caught up in all this shit.

"Hey, Mikey," Ranboo said softly. Michael was facing the wall, hunched over a pillow. "I'm gonna take you to Uncle Tommy's, alright? Papa and I have to talk about some things."

Michael didn't turn around.

"Mikey? What's up?"

"Why- Why were you and Papa yelling? Was it about me? Did I do something wrong?" Ranboo felt his heart seem to shatter at the question.

"No, no, no, bud. You did nothing wrong. It's all gonna be fine, I promise." Deep down, though, Ranboo was really hurt, and he could tell that it was more than just a disagreement.

~~~~~~

"Hey, Tommy." Ranboo said when Tommy opened the door.

"'Ello, boo boy. What's up? Do you wanna come in?" Tommy opened the door wider.

"No, thanks though. But can Michael stay overnight?"

"Yeah, of course!" Ranboo exhaled softly. He knew Tommy would be willing, but he was still glad. "But is everything alright?" Tommy asked, picking Michael up.

"Tubbo and I are fighting." Tommy's face fell. "I just don't want Michael there."

"Yeah, that makes sense" Tommy's whole demeanor had changed, and now he looked jumpy and sad and scared as opposed to his usual loud (sort of obnoxious) and happy self. "Well, I'll see you later, big man. Tell me if you need me, and good luck with Tubbo." Tommy waved and closed the door, a frown clouding his face. Ranboo exhaled shakily. Now, for the hard part.

~~~~~~

Tubbo was still in the same spot he'd been in when Ranboo left, except now he was sitting on the floor as opposed to standing. Was there something he'd been missing in this relationship? It was obviously special to him, but was it supposed to be more? Maybe he was just overthinking a simple fight. That's probably what it was. Friends fight all the time.

Tubbo heard the door creak open. "Umm... Hi." Tubbo managed.

"Hi." Ranboo said shortly, walking to sit across from Tubbo. Both found they couldn't look the other in the eye. "I guess we should make this as peaceful as possible." Ranboo said. He was trying to push the shakiness from his voice but was somewhat failing at it, and he could tell. He hated it.

"Why were you so mad that I made a deal with Quackity? It doesn't even matter!" Tubbo managed to get out.

"But it does! At least to me it does, maybe it doesn't to you! But I would think it does!" Ranboo said. "I mean, for one, Quackity fucking killed you once! I don't know, maybe that's a red flag?! And we're married! Thats something we were doing together as fucking husbands and you sold it to your murderer! Sort of feels like you're just carelessly throwing around your life and love! And you don't understand why it hurts?!"

"We didnt fucking fall in love!" Tubbo yelled. "We got married for tax purposes! The cookie stand is for tax purposes. All of this is fake, and you know it." The silence following was too much to handle along with Ranboo's blank expression, and Tubbo had to turn away.

"I love you, Tubbo. And I thought you felt the same way." Ranboo took a shaky breath. This whole fight couldn't be real, could it? It had to be fake, it just-

But it was real, and Ranboo had to face the facts. "I'll stop loving you, if that's what you want me to do. I don't want to trap you and I don't want you to feel bad. But we have a whole world that needs running." Tears had finally broken out and Ranboo was choking out his words through hiccups. "We have a son, Tubbo. Our son needs parents, and he needs parents with a healthy relationship." He sniffled. "This-" He gestured between them "This isn't healthy."

" Then what do we do?" Tubbo mumbled.

"We-" Ranboo held down more tears. "We find people who are in love. And Michael grows up with them, and we grow up apart from each other. He probably won't even remember us if we do this right."

"I'm sorry, Ranboo." Tubbo said.

"Don't be. I did this. It's all my fault."

"Don't say that, I-"

"He likes Karl and Sap, right? Let's see if they can take him."

"Ranboo-"

"Or maybe Puffy can take him? Or Sam Nook? George, maybe?" Ranboo paused. "He needs someone who'll give him what i couldn't, who can do that?"

"Ranboo. Shut up."

Ranboo's head shot up.

"You are what he needs. You are the one who was doing all this right. You were the one who felt."

a/n

i cried while writing this

and for some reason italic isnt working

but uh

have a great day/night/4am, ily💚