Tomboo oneshots <33

Brooklyn Baby 🌹

Extremely expired by 'Brooklyn Baby' by Lana Del Rey.

Giving yall fluff since the last few chapters were nothing bit angst
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Ranboo lives in the busy part of Brooklyn.

Honking cars, busy streets, he's just lucky that he doesn't live in Manhattan.

Otherwise, it would've been way worse.

Luckily, he's used to the loud city noises since he grew up there.

Ranboo sits in their apartment, writing the lyrics to their next song.

It was a studio apartment, and their band is going on tour in a month.

Their apartment was filled to the brim with important people.

Other song writers, their band mates, who were on a different floor, small singers who the world will know their names quite soon, owners of small bakeries and cafés, and business owners.

Ranboo hides their face in their hands as they crumple up the piece of paper, throwing it in the trash once again.

It was the 8th time today.

Why can't they get this right for fuck's sake?!

Ranboo takes off their headphones, placing them on their neck.

"Hey, love."

A small knock was on their door even though it was already opened.

"Toms..? Did you use your spare key?" Ranboo asks softly.

"Yes, because you wouldn't answer the door when I kept on knocking." Tommy returned as he pulls up a chair to sit next to Ranboo.

Tommy Minecraft.

Known for taking literally anything from the audience whenever they give him something, to drinks to cigarettes.

Tommy was Ranboo's boyfriend who would be next to them on stage at all times.

Tommy was none other than the guitarist for 'heart failure'.

(Don't ask, I thought it was cool)

"Oh.." Ranboo chuckled, "Sorry.. I had my headphones on.."

Tommy looks over the trash can, seeing dozens of papers in it.

"You writing our new song?" He asks cautiously, knowing that the slightest bit of disappointment in his tone could set Ranboo off like 100 fireworks.

"Yeah.." Ranboo says in response.

"And how's that going?" Tommy questioned with a small laugh.

Ranboo groaned, "Terrible.. I wrote like.. 12 different versions.."

"How about you take a break, yeah?" Tommy said, "Me and the band are thinking of going to a restaurant tonig-"

"Noooo.. I need to work on this." Ranboo interrupted.

"How much sleep did you get?" Tommy asked, his expression not getting any softer.

"None.. I pulled an all-nighter, smartass."

So that's why.

"Ranboo, you're always angry as fuck when you don't get sleep." Tommy pats their shoulder, "Cmon, you're going to bed."

Tommy gets up, trying to tug Ranboo out of their chair.

"Nope! Not until I finish writing this!" Ranboo yelled in return.

"Ughhh." Tommy groaned, "Why are you always so stubborn?"

Tommy takes a seat in his chair once again.