♡ Bench Trio Oneshots ♡

• Bad Day •

(hey, hi, hello! Just uh. Vent/comfort oneshot. Trans!Ranboo, female to masc nonbinary for purposes. To be honest, I'm listening to a really calming playlist right now and just reminded me of an event that keeps happening over and over. Enough of that, here are CWs/TWs!)

CWs/TWs!:
- Dysphoria (?)
- Slight Panic Attack (Maybe an actual Panic Attack?)
- Shutting down (due to anxiety and dysphoria)
- Slight Uncensored Swearing/Cursing
- Depression (many mentions of it)
- That should be it :)

(CC!bench trio, but probably not what they exactly act like + they live together! Also help I didn't know what to name it :'])

Enjoy! ^‿^*⁠.⁠✧
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Ranboo was sat in his office, clicking away on his computer. Editing was a pain, but he still had to do it or else it'd never get done.

They hadn't felt the greatest today. Sleeping until eleven in the morning, not eating until three in the afternoon, wanting nothing more than to lay back in bed, and just slowly melt into nothingness. Yeah, wonderful day, wasn't it?

He sat back in the chair and rubbed at his temples. Well, guess a migraine is what they get for not eating and hydrating enough. He grumbled slightly under his breath before getting up, with the decision of getting water. He didn't need a snack, he ate a hour ago, that's was good enough.

They opened the door to blinding lights, and blinked a couple times before being able to actually walk down the hall.

Ranboo passed the living room, and Tubbo had spotted the taller walking to the kitchen.

"Hey, king!" Tubbo greeted, and Ranboo sighed quietly.

"Hey, Tubbo," he mumbled loud enough for the other to hear, and it slightly worried Tubbo.

"Are you alright?" Tubbo asked, and Ranboo paused any and all movement. If only he knew. If only Tubbo knew how badly Ranboo just wanted some sort of comfort, a hug and just to be told "It'll be okay." Just to be able to sob into someone they trust's arms and not feel weak for it.

Ranboo cleared his throat and began to move again, then finally answered the brunette on the couch.

"Yeah, fine," they responded quietly, and walked off with a water bottle. Awesome, back to editing. A hell they didn't want to visit again until maybe tomorrow, but a hell they had to get through still or else it'd be a hell that was just sitting there, unfinished.

Ranboo sat back in the chair after closing the door, and looked at the video. Twenty minutes left of it, and they had already spent quite a few hours on fifteen minutes on it. God, why can't they just go back to bed and fade into air? Just exist calmly with the wind and never having to deal with the stress if living?

Though, they suppose, they'd never had met Tubbo, Tommy, or any of their friends if they hadn't existed as a person. Never felt happy, or accomplished, or any feeling really.

Ranboo sighed and set those thoughts aside, leaning forward to click on a part of a video he had messed up on accident. But he paused, when the feeling of weight on his chest had moved with his body. He leaned back and looked down, finding the curves he wishes had never existed in the first place.

They let out a heavy and laboured exhale, and tried to reach for the keyboard again. But when their arms had brushed against the sides of their chest, they flinched back their hands and they began to panic. Why now, of any day or time?

Ranboo's hand began to contract back into his body, but it was a horrible action to do at the moment. His eyes brimmed with tears and his hands pulled away from his body instead, and he didn't know what to do. No matter what he did, the feeling of his chest was still there and he couldn't rid of it.