mcyt one shots that i write at 3am

Wish I Could Be Your Girlfriend, Boyfriend

[ship: beeduo]

[title: i/my/myself - will wood]

in which the author projects onto ranboo yet again. short and sweet, for i am tired.

// gender crisis my beloved

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Ranboo gently rapped on the door frame to alert Tubbo before entering the room. Tubbo looked up from his desk, having been working on what looked like some blueprints for Snowchester.

"Hey, Boo," he greeted with a soft smile.

"Hey," Ranboo's smile wavered. He walked up behind Tubbo and wrapped their arms around his shoulders, Tubbo reaching up to hold their hands. Ranboo leaned down to rest their chin on Tubbo's head, careful to avoid his horns, and warbled softly.

"You okay, honey?" Tubbo asked, gently rubbing his thumb over Ranboo's scarred hands.

"Yeah, fine, I guess" the taller replied, "Just been thinking about something."

"You wanna talk about it?"

Ranboo hummed and was quiet for a moment. He then lifted their head from Tubbo's to stand up straighter, though still kept their arms around his neck.

"Tubbo, you're gay, right?" Ranboo suddenly asked, breaking the silence. Tubbo froze for a moment, then continued rubbing Ranboo's hands.

"Yeah, why?"

Ranboo warbled anxiously, his tail brushing the floor as it waved gently side to side in an attempt to calm himself.

"Tubbo, what if I felt like... Not a man?" Ranboo asked. Tubbo stopped rubbing and laced his fingers between Ranboo's, squeezing gently, and resting his head back on their chest to look up at them.

"What do you mean, Boo? I didn't think you identified as a man anyway, to be honest."

"Well, no, I don't, but like- I present mostly as a traditional human male, and I have a deep voice and stuff, and usually I identify with the "he" pronouns that you guys associate with males, but what if-" Ranboo paused and took a breath, "What if sometimes I wanted to wear skirts or dresses? Grow my hair even longer and make it look pretty, maybe try makeup too?" Ranboo's fingers absentmindedly found Tubbo's ring, twisting it around his finger. "Tubbo, what if, sometimes, I wanted to be your wife?"

Tubbo was silent as he took in what Ranboo had said, which honestly only made Ranboo even more anxious. Would Tubbo want a divorce now? Would he no longer love Ranboo if they weren't a man or fully male-presenting?

"I think I'd say I'm proud to have such a pretty wife," Tubbo finally said and Ranboo smiled wide, squeezing Tubbo into a tighter hug. "What are your pronouns?"

"It really changes a lot on what I feel like, so I'll just let you know if that's okay?" Ranboo decided and Tubbo hummed in understanding. He turned his head around and leaned up to press a gentle kiss on Ranboo's cheek.

"For the record, Boo, I think you'd look hot as fuck in a dress," he grinned and Ranboo blushed heavily, hiding her face in Tubbo's masses of hair.

"Maybe you can help me pick one out then," they replied with a smile.

"Maybe I will!"