DSMP trans oneshots

Transboo

Description: Ranboo and Tubbo being the adorable canon husbands that they are.

Triggers:
-unsafe binding
-dysphoria
-injury (just small scratches nothing gorey)

3rd person pov:
The tall figure stumbled through the door, having to duck under the door frame. They held their head in pain as they closed the door behind them.

Ranboo had just woken up from yet another enderwalk, it was a common occurrence recently that confused and frightened the male.
And like every other enderwalk, he had woken in a random area, covered in cuts and bruises, with a splitting headache. His aching brain would only worsen whenever he tried to remember what the hell had happened.

The ender hybrid stumbled over to the bathroom sink in his and Tubbos shared home and looked in the mirror that hung on the wall. He had small shallow scratches on his face, more like grazes, probably from a bush or something. He picked up the box of tissues and started to tidy his face up a bit, along with his dirty hands, it was times like these when he wished he could just wash his hands in the like warm water of the sink. It sounded so nice.

The small ram didn't seem to be home yet, so hopefully Ranboo would get away with no confrontation on his whereabouts.

After wiping as much blood and mud off of his hands and face, he scanned his legs and arms, he didn't feel any pain from them but he likes to check anyway, just incase.

After he gave himself the okay, he started to walk towards their room, or should I say limped. "Shit-" he cursed as pain shot through his ankle, "damn... maybe I sprained it?" He questioned. He gave up trying to remember where he had been for... he doesn't know how long.

He walked into his shared room and looked at his clothes in the larger full body mirror, "damn I really had an adventure and a half..." he muttered to himself, scanning over every tear and leaf that had gotten in his clothing.

He took his suit off, he put on some comfy black sweatpants and took a dark purple sweater out of his closet, as he reached up to slip it on he flinched and stumbled foward a bit as pain shot through the side of his ribs, "SHIT-" he accidentally cursed aloud, he took a few deep shaky breaths until the aching subsided. This isn't the first time it had happened and he knew it wouldn't be the last.
He also knew exactly why it had happened.

The enderman looked into the mirror. His binder. However long the hybrid had been enderwalking for, he hadn't removed it.
And he knew it was stupid, but he still wasn't going to remove it. He wasn't in the mood for mass amounts of dysphoria.

He sighed at his stupidity before putting the sweater on properly. Looking in the mirror he was happy with his decision, he looked so flat and masculine, the sight always filled him with a feeling of Euphoria. He smiled at this.

He limped toward a chest in the corner of their room and opened it, "please be some left please be some left please be some- AHA!" He celebrated, he pulled a bottle of red liquid out of the chest, "thank god." He sighed before downing the whole thing, sticking his tongue out immediately after at the bigger taste, a look of disgust coated his expression.

He placed the empty bottle on top of the chest, some of the liquid that he couldn't bare the taste of still sitting inside it.

He waited for the healing potion to work its magic before leaving the room feeling better than ever. He walked over to a familiar room, the words 'Micheal' carved into the door.

He knocked, receiving no response he opened the door, "huh.." he said aloud, Micheal wasn't in his room.
Slightly panicked he made his way back downstairs to the front door, and as he had hoped, there was a small slip of paper stuck to it.