Beeduo Oneshots

Hold Me Please

Oneshot info☆ -
Characters: C!Tubbo C!Ranboo
Headcanon: ranboo can't sleep, that's all
Relationship: Romantic

Tws: paranoia (implied mental health deterioration)

Ranboo pov☆ -
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I laid restlessly in bed, my eyes tempting to shut, but my paranoia stopped me from getting shut eye. Was that a person I saw outside? No, just a bird. I heard a floorboard creak, I jumped and hid under the covers, not letting the covers completely cover my eyes, but enough to "protect" myself. I gulped and tempted to wake my husband, but when I turned over, he was sleeping so peacefully, I really didn't want to be a burden.

I bit the inside of my cheek as my eyes threatened to close now. I quickly shot awake, trying my hardest to stay up. I wanted to sleep. I was just too scared to actually close my eyes.

I heard the sound of footsteps for a second until I realized it was my heartbeat racing loudly and pounding in my chest. I couldn't take this anymore..

I threw myself at tubbo, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He quickly woke up, letting out a groan as I was probably putting lots of weight on him.

"Ranboo, what's wrong.." He mumbled, carefully picking me up and laying me on top of him. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he softly rubbed my back with his hands. My tail instinctively wrapped around him, like a bent chord, and I attempted to gather warmth from his steaming body. Tubbo sweats a lot while he sleeps, so he usually takes off a lot of the blankets during his slumber, which is lucky because I'm a blanket hogger.

"Ranboo.." He groaned, his fingers becoming numb as he most likely went back to sleep. I needed comfort. Please wake up again. I removed my head from his neck and was now desperately rubbing my face against his, trying to wake him up. He slowly opened his eyes again. "Huh? What..?" He rubbed his eyes and must've realized what was going on.

He let out a small sigh before he began to twirl my hair softly with his fingertips. He mumbled something about being a good kitty (which I loved) before he began to softly rub my ears. My ears had always been a bit sensitive, not that they hurt, but ear massages meant that I would probably make lots of whines and whimpers out of "pleasure," so to speak. Not in a weird way. It just felt nice, like how a dog likes to be scratched behind the ears.

I buried my face in his chest, trying to be quiet and sleep at the same time. His hands now softly ruffled my hair and rubbed my horns. I saw a flash of light outside, and the sound of thunder echoed through the house seconds later. It made me jump, and I hadn't quite realized I was whimpering loudly from discomfort until tubbo was whispering comforting things to me. I calmed myself down, listening to the now prominent sounds of rain droplets falling on the roof shingles of our room.

"You're okay, kitty," He whispered, going back to massaging my ears.

(A/N)

I know this one is super short but it's literally 12 (I usually sleep at 10-11) I need sleep but am currently paranoid. I decided to write for no reason other then I needed comfort. Maybe I'll do a part 2? Who knows. I need fucking sleep.

Word count: 587