Good on you, Tomathy

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(A/N - oh god, I've been gone for almost a month, my apologies lol, that's my bad oops, Creds to artist!!)


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-Ranboo's POV-

It's 4 pm on the day after Tommy told his brothers and father that we're dating. Now we have told, all together as a list:

- Puffy

- Phil

- Techno

- Wilbur

- Bad

- Skeppy

- George (he was half asleep though, I doubt he understood half of what we were saying or doing there in his presence)

- Sapnap

- Karl

- Tina

- Sam

- Ponk

- Eret

- Ant

- Niki

- Jack

- Eryn

- Micheal(mcchill)

- Callahan (we accidentally caught him on our way to Las Nevadas)

- Foolish

- Purpled

All in order, might I add.

And now, finally, we are on our way to tell Quackity and (hopefully if he catch him) Charlie Slimecicle. 

(A/N - SLIME DOESNT DIE IN THIS BOOK BC I SAID SO PLUS I DONT WANNA REMEMBER THE HORRORS AND TRAGIC EVENTS OF QUACKITYS LORE 😭😭)

We haven't seen Quackity in a while, I wonder how he is... good, hopefully. Tommy's been ecstatic since we began our journey to Las Nevadas, he hasn't seen Quackity in a while and has been missing him, Tom doesn't like to admit it, but he really appreciates and adores Quackity, for the main reason that he is like a big brother to him (he is also 99.999% sure Wil and Quackity have something spicy going on) and the fact that he has managed to hold this entire economy and country together for ages, without war or anyone burning it down or ruining it. To say the least, I think, although Tommy adores him, he envies Quackity a bit... that he has the luxury of something he couldn't have...

We arrive at Quackity's office, knocking a couple of times to make our presence known.

The door opens and there he is, the founder of the very establishment they are in.

The office is very nice and fancy. Quite a big room,  but not too big. All the walls are white a d the very back wall, behind Quackity's chair, is a window for a wall, with a massive overview of his country. He has an oak desk with a book and quill on top, open with scribbled writing on the page. A bendy, navy-blue lamp, turned off, in the left corner. Piles upon piles of paper work, on the desk, too. On the left side of the room is a massive bookcase, filled with fictional and non-fictional books, whether it be mythical or scientific, you could spot every genre in existence on that bookcase. Fancy picture of artwork on the walls... one framed picture, on his desk, catches my eye though... a picture of him, he looks younger, no scar on the right side of his face, with Sapnap and Karl kissing both sides of his cheeks, Sapnap on the left, Karl on the right, with how the picture is taken, it looks like Karl took it, it was an ambush kiss, for sure.

My eyes stay focused on that one area for a couple more seconds, until I snap out of it when the picture is turned to face the desk, lying flat on the glass side.

I look up and notice Qua kity is staring at me, sadly, I shoot him an apologetic look... what happened between him and Karl is no secret on the server, the only info I heard was that Karl, for some reason, couldn't remember Quackity or their past together... very devastating to hear, they a,ways seemed like the closest couple on the SMP, it was always him, Karl and Sapnap.

"BIG Q!" Tommy yells, Quackity stands up and walks over to hug Tom. The height difference is embarrassing.

"Tommy! What's up man, I haven't seen you in, what... months?!" Quackity smiles, "Hi Ranboo, how are you, haven't seen you in quite some time either, eh?" Quackity smiles, opening his arms to envelop me into an awkward hug, it isn't easy wrapping your arms around someone multiple feet shorter than you.

(A/N - Ranboo is 8'2 and Q is 5'4 in this btw lol)

"Yeah, it's great seeing you again, Quackity." I smile

"Okay, Big Q, we have some exciting news for you!" Tommy squeaks, jumping up and down repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, chill out dude, spit it out!" Quackity exclaims, excitedly as he pushes himself,f up from leaning on his desk.

Tommy grabs my hands and screams, "RANBOO IS MY-"

But he gets cut off by somebody.

"QUACKITY, FROM LAS NEVSDAS, I HEARD YELLING, IS EVERYTHING OKAY?!" a panicked green translucent man wobbles into the room, he has thick, black rimmed glasses, green eyes, a suit with green dress pants and suspenders and a green tie. He has green, gooey skin and green hair, made out of the same material, you can see his bones through the goop, it isn't very flattering, but hey he's a nice guy, so who am I to care?

"Oh, hello Ranboo, dap me up!" He holds out his slimes, green hand and I, lightly, slap it.

"Hello TommyInnit, dap me up!" He does the same thing and hold out his hand, Tommy, who is a bit more enthusiastic, slaps his hand hardly, making a weird slapping noise.

"Hi Charlie! Since you're here, we might as well tell the both of you what he have to say!" Tommy says, even more excited than a few minutes ago.

The latter c.ears his throat and says what's been needing to have been said for a while... "Ranboo and I are boyfriends, romantic styles." Tommy says, coolly.

"Wow really, congrats, Good on you, Tomathy!" Quackity giggles

Tommy growls, "DONT YOU FUCKIN CALL ME TOMATHY, BITCH!" Tommy yells, a bit like a chihuahua.

Quackity laughs, "sorry dude, its just so funny to see you angry, anyways I'm extremely busy and I gotta finish off all that paperwork and then have a meeting, hah. So yeah... I'm super happy for you guys, bye! Love ya, Tommy, bye Ranboo." He smiles

"Bye, Big Q, love ya man."

"Bye, Quackity."

And then we exit, making our way to Tommy's house, where the boys will be waiting, we feel bad leaving them alone, but we gave them breakfast and lunch and gave them a couple of snacks if they ever got hungry, the boys really enjoy each others company, both Tommy and I can tell.

We're so proud to call them our sons.


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(A/N - YOOOO I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE :OO I CANT BE ARSED TO EDIT IT OR PROOF READ SO IF IT IS WORDED WEIRDLY ANYWHERE, IGNORE IT. ALSO, WHO ELSE WAS SHOOKETH AT TOMMYS LORE??!!!??!!!? BC I KNOW I WAS 😭😭😭 ANYWAYSS BYEE TAKE CARE! ❤❤)

Word count - 1085

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