be gay do crime || Dream SMP chatfic [abandoned & unfinished]

[sammie: no ❤️]

Ranboo knocked at the door to Techno's room and went inside, closing the door after end. Techno was laying in vis bed reading a book, but closed it after hearing the door. The enderman sat crisscross at the foot of the bed, moving the big plush bear close. Techno waited patiently for Ranboo to start talking, if void felt like it.

– I talked to Tubbo. I looked up the term you told me and some other ones.

– How did it go? – Techno seemed genuinely interested, putting on glasses to better see the enderman.

– I think it went well, we settled on that term you and Eret use, how was it again?

– Queerplatonic?

– Yes, this one. – Ranboo looked sheepishly at Techno, playing with the bear's fluffy ears. – I wanted to thank you.

– Why? It was all you, I just told you to breathe.

– I- I'm not gonna argue with you, just wanted to say that even if you think you didn't do much, you helped. – They sat for a moment in comfortable silence, – Can I hug you?

Techno nodded and patted the free space next to them that Ranboo took, tightly hugging the walking heater that is the piglin hybrid. Void could feel large, but delicate fingers playing with void's hair and relaxed into the feeling; it's been so long since the two of them could just... do nothing, because Ranboo was dragged everywhere by Tommy and Tubbo and Techno was always busy with another fight, another book, homework and just trying to manage the perfect grades, even if they were on top of every class.

End could feel stress in Techno's body. Their previous school was closed due to the illegal activities and money issues that the principal was involved with and the twins were now forced to attend the same school Ranboo did. It was a new environment and even without social anxiety changing school is stressful. Enderman slowly fell asleep next to ends sibling, hugging it close, maybe sometimes sleep wouldn't end up with nightmares.

[daaad and da kidz] • 7.49am

daaad: techieandboo.jpg [the picture shows Ranboo and Techno sleeping next to each other in Techno's bed. Techno's hand is still on Ranboo's head and Ranboo is hugging one paw of the enormous polar bear plush, while ends tail was tied around the other paw.]

twin 2: awww

racoon: CAN I WAKE THEM UP?

racoon: RANBOO PROMISED TO HELP ME WITH ASL

daaad: give them time til 8.30 ok?

racoon: WHY

twin 2: because, you idiot, they both cant sleep well so let them have it

Wilbur shuffled the cards in toms hands. They weren't playing, just "hanging out" in the basement of the little pub at the corner of the street. They could hear people cleaning upstairs, but they knew they wouldn't be bothered – an unspoken rule established a long time ago.

– When do I get my money? – Wilbur asked, beginning to play solitaire. Phans hands were barely visible, but it was normal, but quite unnerving for Quackity, who observed the slow movements of cards.

– This week. Someone is joining, you'll get everything after the meeting. Wait for the call.

– Who is it?

– Can't say.

– Quackity... How long have we known each other? How long do we work together? – Wilbur looked at Quackity with too sweet smile on toms face. – Tell me, I won't rat you out.

Quackity looked at tom sternly, head propped on hands. His left eye was completely white, sight lost in an "accident" as he put it, but yet Wil felt like it could look into toms soul. The scars covering his face didn't help easing the feeling either, some made by the former head of the organisation, some earned in "accidents". "Accident" is a very common word when it comes to Quackity, no one knows what happened to him except him and those who hurt him, but they took it to the grave, that's for sure. Everytime someone asked, Quackity would just look them dead in the eyes and smile.