Mcyt oneshots (mostly beeduo)

Trans Tubbo AU 🟠

A/N
(The little orange thing means it's their characters)
Ok so I've just realised the "Fireworks" one-shot was written in like 3 different POV's all in one paragraph, so I will make sure to proof read this one and make sure this doesn't happen again <3
Tw: Slurs, Panic attacks, Swearing, Self Harm, over binding
and tubbo is FTM in this au
ok so, I'm not actually trans myself I'm a Demi girl, so I'm not 100% sure how this would play out in the real world. I'm just basing this off of stories I've read.
also the underlined stuff is tubbos thoughts
oh and I'm not suicidal myself I luv my life and myself so idk how cutting works-
the only thing I will know how to write and relate to is Panic attacks, I have diagnosed anxiety so I know how those work <3
End of A/N
Tubbo's POV 🐝
I looked in tall mirror at my feminine body, it made me want to cry enough tears to fill the ocean. I had been wearing my binder for 2 days straight, it's not like I slept in it as I never slept anyway. I walked into the bathroom in my room, i walked into the bathroom in my room and stared at the small mirror in front of me.

I should probably take my binder off

but they'll know...

I'll just not leave my room

I began to remove my binder, it felt like my ribs were crushing so I new it was time to take it off.
After I had taken it off, I looked in the mirror and saw my (um I don't feel very comfortable writing this word so) those
I had never gotten top surgery because I never had the money. I saw a sharp, metal razor blade sitting on the bathroom counter, i new it wasn't good for me but it would drown out the pain.
Right?
I cut one small cut on my arm, it wasn't enough so I cut another, and another, and another.

Tranny.

PUSSY! CUT MORE

No one likes you.

Their just pretending to care.

Kill yourself already

Those thoughts stuck with me for hours on end while my lazy ass lay in bed all day with the door locked, crying and endless panic attacks.
"TUBBO! DINNERS READY"
I quickly turned my head to the door and wiped my tears.
"I-IM NOT HUNGRY" I stuttered from all the crying.
"TUBBO ARE YOU OK? YOU SOUND SICK, ALSO I DONT CARE IF YOUR NOT HUNGRY GET DOWN HERE"
I sighed, got up and put on my oversized hoodie Ranboo gave me, and started walking out my bedroom door.
Once I got down stairs, I saw everyone already eating, the thought of eating was disgusting to me. I sat down in between my 2 best friends, Ranboo and Tommy.
"Tubbo? Are you ok? Ranboo said, worried.

"I-I'm fine Ranboo."
"Your clearly not fine" he grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs.
"I told you I was fine boo." He pulled me into a tight hug, I don't know why but I started crying. To me it was safe to cry here, in my platonic husbands arms. Ranboo grabbed my hands in his, and sighed.
"Tubbo, you need to tell me what's wrong."
"C-Can we go to my room first?"
"Of course, It if makes you more comfortable."
we started walking to my bedroom, we got there pretty quick, as my bedroom was like 2 steps from the top of the stairs. Ranboo shut the door behind us as we walked In.

We were sitting down In front of each-other in silence for about 1 minute.
"Now can you tell me what's wrong?"
I sighed and looked down. I new I had to tell him eventually, and this was the time.
"So, long story short, I'm trans FTM and I took my binder off and I started to panic."
"Tubbo..."
"I support you and I love you." (Platonic you weirdos 😒)
I smiled and jumped onto Ranboo, forgetting what was under my hoodie on my arms.
"Ow!" I screamed as I held my arm.
"You ok? What happened?"
Ranboo grabbed my arm and pulled my sleeve up.
"Tubbo....did you do this to yourself?"
He saw the bloody bandages and the one slightly visible cut peaking out from underneath the bandage.
I nodded, a tear forming at the base of my eye and travelling down my cheek. Ranboo grabbed me and hugged me close to his stomach.
"You can cry in my arms, just know I'm always here if you need me."

Is smiled as i slowest drifted off to sleep on snuggled up to Ranboo. He was playing with my hair which was somehow comforting.
A/N
POG CHAMP
this took me a while as I got easily distracted lmao
Word count (including A/N): 828
Word count (excluding A/N): idk ;-;