If I Killed Someone for You - |Ranboo x Reader.|

Log: 5

"Wait, wait wait." Y/N stated before looking at me with a dead ass expression.

Well shit that was smart

"You mean Ranboo that goes to Maine North. The one in Mr. Adams eighth period class, Mrs. Parasi's english class and the one I sit with at lunch...

That Ranboo?"

I glanced at Dream for a hot second, because I don't know how much information I should be giving my friend here. I'm just surprised they didn't-

"Wait a minute if that's Ranboo, then aren't those two little fuckers there the ones I saw in the hallways?"

"Hey!" Tubbo spoke out. For your information..Tommy's the only asshole here!"

"Tubbo if you don't shut the fuck up-"

Dream looked back and shrugged, which was definitely a lot of help. I looked at Y/N and just nodded. I didn't wanna hear the lecture I'd get if they figured out it was me who they were now in the mafia with.

"Alright cool!" Y/N smiled.

"That's it?" I spoke out to them. That's really all they could say after I JUST admitted to the fact that their best friend was in the mafia? God damn some people confuse me.

"Well yeah, considering the fact that you often made jokes about death, murder, serial killers and all that jazz!" they said, leaning farther back in their chair and putting their feet up on the table.

"Yeah..." Dream started. "We are gonna have a talk about that Ranboo"

Fuck my life.

Later, I showed Y/N their room and let them get settled. Honestly, I was more thinking of how stupid it was to give myself the name of what my best friend calls me. For context, they call me Ranboo after I mispronounced the word 'rainbow' so of course that was a big deal.

I kinda just layed down in my bed for a while thinking about what life in the mafia would be like with them in it now. It'll be an adjustment by sure, and I'm gonna have to work on not getting paranoid everytime I see them in our office.

I also need to get over my fat crush on them, because technically we aren't supposed to let our emotions get in the way of any work. But Dream is allowed to go have sex with George appertly.

The blessings of having a room under George's.

Whoopdeedoo.

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At school, well surprisingly nothing was awkward. Y/N did complain on the fact that the watches Purpled had designed for tasks was kinda heavy, but again their a bit more petite than I am, so I guess they are kinda weak.

At lunch, we sat with the usual gang, Isla, who we called IcyHot, Noah and Regan.

We were talking about normal stuff I guess, Noah was more interested in his book though, and IcyHot and Regan were talking about this boy in their math class who calls Regan "paley" which doesn't make any sense but whatever.

Y/N was poking me with the crappy straws this schools gave us, and I looked at them. They had a pouty expression like they wanted something which was always.

I looked in my pockets and found her favorite type of candy, which are candy cigarettes. Don't know why, but they love them.

I handed them one, and they put it in their mouth and watched as the power from the candy came out of it just like the smoke of a real one.

"If you're gonna smoke do it somewhere where the teachers won't catch you" Noah said, not looking up from his book.

"Are you trying to tell me you want one?" Y/N asked, holding theirs like a real cigarette.

"Yes, but still." Noah said holding out his hand.

I handed him one, then watched as he took it, and put it in his mouth. Teachers here don't really care what you do as long as you aren't vaping in the bathrooms.

We heard our watches go off, and Y/N and I looked down at the same time. Bluetooth synched speakers who?

Anyways, we saw that there was a task, that unfortunately required us to leave school.

"Shit" I muttered underneath my breath.

I grabbed Y/N by the wrist before Regan had to stop us.

"And where do you think you two are going?" She asked.

"Y'know, gonna make out in the bathroom," Y/N playfully responded.

"My, my, Mr. Boo!" IcyHot also responded with a playful tone.

I rolled my eyes, hoped my face wasn't red and ran out of the lunch room with Y/N still by the wrist.

While we ran through the halls, going to go grab Tubbo from history, and Tommy from algebra, I asked Y/N to read the task out.

"Attention all members, we need all hands on deck for our next mission. Report to headquarters immediately (including minors)"

I scoffed, and then right when we reached Tommy's class, the fucking announcements go off.

"Crap we don't have time for this, I need Wilbur to pull up now" I said, scrolling through the contacts in my phone until I found Wilburs.

He texted me after declining the phone call, saying he was on his way. The announcements were over, and I knocked on the door leading to Tommy's class.

The teacher answered, and I saw Tommy look at me weirdly.

"Good day, mrs! I'm looking for the notes for geometry? My teacher said you would have had them here!"

That was a lie, it was some random excuse I made up so maybe Tommy could take the hint. Tommy's watch broke after he slammed it against the pavement because he didn't know how it worked. And I already texted Tubbo and told him to meet us by the senior bridge.

Tommy's face then finally understood what was going on, and raised his hand.

"Listen I think your at the wrong teacher kid. Maybe try the other geometry teacher? The teacher exclaimed before returning back to her class.

A couple of seconds after, Tommy walked out, we high-fived then ran to the senior bridge.

Someone finally taught Tommy how to do flips, so he was constantly flipping on our way to the senior bridge, which Y/N, being the petty person they are, pulled out some random flip they learned from Isla, since she used to cheer.

"How are you two not out of breath?" I exclaimed.

The both shrugged, and when he finally made it to the senior bridge, we ran out of that school.

"I call shotgun!" Tubbo said, backflipping down most of the stairs.

"Fuck!" Y/N shouted racing Tubbo to shotgun. "I wanted that seat!"

We got into the car, which of course had the doors that lift up, and we buckled up.

"Alright, it's mid-day Wilbur. Why are we here?"

"I don't know how to say this. But...

Schlatt's back.