As Tubbo comes home with Micheal he wanted to confess is undying love to Ranboo. He knew the marriage was a joke at first but he started to have true feelings for him. When Tubbo finally confessed, Ranboo thought it was a joke and pushed it aside. Tubbo felt heart broken thinking Ranboo didnt feel the same and decides to find ways to prove it's real.

Ranboo is the new kid at Tubbo's high school, cliche I know. There will also be some sleepy bois inc content :) There will be fluff and angst, and I am not shipping them as they are uncomfortable with it. Also the fanart is not mine also this is a trans ranboo fic :o More details in the a/n pog ranks that I had at one point ooooo #1 in highschoolau #10 in schoolau #15 in dsmp #56 in hurt-comfort

DISCONTINUED AS OF THE MOMENT I realize there are any fanfics of this adorable friendship So I thought I might as well make one my slef 🌱 thank you also much for the reads on this book it truly means the world <3 please give me requests :,] ⚠️I DO NOT OWN TUBBO AND RANBOO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING IN THE BOOK IS FICTION ⚠️

ACTIVELY WRITING AGAIN!! Hello! This is my second book pog. Requests are appreciated. I hope you enjoy Please do not read if you are triggered by: • Themes of depression • Self harm • Manipulation • Possesion • Blood/torture • Panic attacks I will add triggers at the beginnings of chapters but these are just the main ones. *~ Disclaimer ~* This is only Ranboos character and requests so do not think this is based off of real life events/ things Ranboo has said. This is specifically for the readers entertainment. Date started: 3/8/21 10k- 9-2-21 20k- ??????

꧁Schlatt and Tubbo lived an amazing life until Tubbo got a little to curious꧂ ꧁TW'S FOR: alcoholism, swearing(?), mental breakdowns/panic attacks꧂ ꧁this is my first time making a serious fanfic so i hope you enjoy ♡'･ᴗ･'♡꧂

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

Phil broke into a wide grin, "Tommy!" Tommy wished, with all his heart, that his family wouldn't say it. "You're a healer!" Techno continued, reaching over to ruffle his hair. His tears did not stop flowing. "Oh, Tommy, why are you still crying?" Wilbur asked, sitting up to comfort him. He pressed his thumb against the corner of Tommy's eyes, who wouldn't stop tearing up and sniffling. "My ability is shit." -- In which, at age fifteen, Phil's family will develop powers to aid the world filled with villains and crimes. In which, at age fifteen, Tommy is a healer that can heal wounds upon touch. In which, at age fifteen, Tommy hates his power.

𝓐 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙. ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ "𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣?" "𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖." ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ Technoblade x Reader ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ I'm so sorry to the people who know me and are reading this. Please feel free to print, translate, and share this story to others. It's meant to be shared ❤️

while y/n was too busy yelling at her friend angelina for not helping her fight back people in bed wars, ranboo was still considering if he should raid you or not ty for 1M!!!<3