A polyamorous BenchTrio fic
(Yall this is based of the internet personalities, not CC)
(If they don't like it, it goes down)
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'He pulled Tommy a little closer, and gave him a peck on the cheek, to which Tommy responded by giving Tubbo a kiss on the lips. Ranboo snickered, and walked over from the kitchen sink. He placed a soapy hand on one of each of his lovers shoulders, and gave both a soft kiss to the top of their heads. Really, the top-of-the-head kiss was the most popular way to receive one from Ranboo, seeing as he was so tall, and it was the easiest way to give kisses to his boys.
Both on the receiving end of the wet hands screeched, Tubbo's more like a scream, and Tommy's more like a shriek. Ranboo was laughing, loudly, retreating back to the kitchen sink quite quickly. Tommy and Tubbo nearly tripped over each other in a race to get to Ranboo and the sink. They got there, Ranboo up to his elbows in soap. Tubbo immediately grabbed a cup, and threatened to pour the sudsy water on Ranboo's head. This only worked because Ranboo was hunched over (bending at an odd angle was the only way he could fit his elbows into the sink). Tommy decided that it would be smarter to grab some of the excess suds, and wipe it all on Ranboo's back. Most of the moisture soaked into the gray t-shirt, and Tommy grabbed more to rub in. Ranboo didn't really acknowledge the soap Tommy was putting on his back; he was more concerned about Tubbo dumping an entire 12 ounces of water on top of his head. With a bit of maneuvering and sweet talk, Ranboo held two bowls of soapy water, one above each of his lover's heads, threatening to spill it on them. He laughed at their concerned faces, knowing he had the upper hand.'
Standing next to a stone wall and an apartment building Ranboo was worried, terrified even, I mean he would obviously be because he was being chased by a hoard of zombies. He picks up his communicator to talk to GL, his group. He was heavily breathing and fumbling with his com.
"Hello GenLoss, this is Endwalker," Ranboo said into his com using his code name, you never know, the zombie apocalypse was impossible but here we are. This calmed his nerves just a little because it's like he's talking to his friends and not in immediate danger, which he was.
"i'm at-" Ranboo looked around for a street sign,
"Bsoisos Street, in district Snowchester I need back up on the supply run." Ranboo takes a look at the hoard while he waits for feedback, the zombies are coming closer to him, the feedback doesn't arrive so he tries talking into the com to at least to calm his nerves.
"Hello?" Ranboo tries again and the only sound that is heard is the growling sounds of decaying, or broken vocal cords making the notice of the zombies impossible to ignore and the increasing fear come back tenfold.
"Hallo." a British voice calls out its sounds shaky and unused, and it feels unreal, it sounded young, like him, maybe there was a chance that there were other survivors that are the same age as him, and a growl of the undead reminds him that he is still in danger's grasp.
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TW! Gore (more things will be added!!!)
this was an idea I had in around 2020-2021 so it's going to reference stuff from then! This is a beeduo fic as well as a Zombie Apocalypse fic! if there are any mistakes let me know and ill fix it. Btw Idk much about the human body cuz I wasn't taught abt it alot.(This fic most likely will be forgotten abt since I don't go on Wattpad often) the fic was inspired by the song, Hello Hello by Elton John (ft. Lady Gaga) so listen to it while reading!