𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕊𝕄ℙ [ 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ]

𝔹𝕖𝕖 𝔻𝕦𝕠 ~ 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 ( ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀𝕀 )

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Irl!Tubbo / Irl!Ranboo

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖/ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖: Tubbo's House, about a month after Ranboo moved in.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Hurt/Comfort.

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡/𝔻𝕦𝕠: Bee Duo.

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥:

( Part I )

Ranboo realizes how actually touch starved he is, mainly because of him always avoiding physical contact, duo to childhood trauma. One day, he freaked out about his housemate Tubbo going too far with all the bickering and caused him to get a panic attack, although soon being calmed down by the brit.

( Part II )

He questioned what happened, why the american would react so extremely to seemingly nothing at all, So Ranboo explains how uncomfortable he sometimes is with his clingyness, hoping he would understand. Tubbo, of course does, and makes sure to not cross Ranboo's newly set boundaries ever again. Although after a few weeks the taller finds himself missing the touch that the other offered him during his panic attack.

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤: Panic attacks, anxiety, derealization, body dysphoria, angst angst angst, hyperventilation, mentions of trauma, paranoia

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 3345 words.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: This is platonic, keep that in mind.

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What was happening? What happened? He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't see anything. He couldn't feel anything.. no, actually he could, there was one thing that made him feel more or less aware. He felt warm. It wasn't an uncomfortable type of warm, like you wearing a coat in the middle of summer, or that kind of warmth that is in a stiff room. It was a warmth that was just enough to keep you at ease, as you slept comfortably in your bed. It was like a blanket that was around you, keeping you warm from the morning cold from outside, as the sun would just start to rise.

But Ranboo had no blanket over him, right? There was no sunrise, nothing. He felt weirdly out of it, as his eyes slowly started to flutter open, his vision blurry as hell as he tried to get used to the blinding light around him. He let out a groan, and buried his face in the warm, comfortable pillow he was laying on. What happened? Was he out? How long as he out for?

It was when he started to realize that he was alive. He was somewhere.. and he was apparently asleep earlier. Then, a realization hit him, as something seemingly so close to him shifted. It hit him. It wasn't a pillow he was burying his face in.

''You with me again, Bossman?''

Jerking backwards with a yelp, the American may have moved away a bit too suddenly, which caused him to hit his back against the wall behind him, making him wince. He looked upwards, wide eyed, his bangs covering the most part of his vision but he was still able to process what he was seeing right now. No one else but his housemate, with his hands slightly up in the air, as they were previously wrapped around his back, eyes just as wide as his, jaw agape from unspoken words. He must've startled him after jerking back so suddenly.

Silence fell upon both of them, with Ranboo's head feeling so full so suddenly, of thoughts that came and went, making it impossible to process and answer to any of them. What happened earlier? What happened?

Oh, shit.

Ranboo clutched his hoodie slightly with his fist, feeling weird. He didn't have a mask on.

Everything that happened earlier came flooding back for a split of second, making his head spin. He was still confused about most of things though, and he could've swore Tubbo said something again, but he didn't hear. He couldn't hear it. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't see anything. He couldn't feel anything.. well, that's right this time at least.