I just realized I've been advancing the plot only and not u and ranboos relationship. uhhhhh gotta do something abt that

also, no incest, I swear- its supposed to help the plot ok so don't be thinking like that
no sweet home alabama
*cough* nixon *cough*

also tw f slur

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"Tommy, what the fuck?! But I'm your-"

"-boyfriend. Now-"

"Excuse me, Tommy? Can you answer my question?" Emily or whatever seems annoyed.

"Yeah, this is Y/N!! Y/N, introduce yourself," Tommy said, nudging you with his elbow.

"O-Oh, I'm Y/N!! And I'm Tommy's... boyfriend." You cringed as you said it.

As soon as you said that, Emily and some of her stupid friends started looking disgusted. Their grimaces humor you. Homophobes?

"No, No, Tommy, this can't be right...!" Emily laughed. "Y-You said you were single. And I watch your streams! You said you were straight!" She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him towards her.

You have to step in.

"Hey, leave him alone!!" You said, and then you stepped forward and pushed her, sending her tumbling backward into her friends.

"Y-You- Ugh!!! Don't touch me, you faggot!!" She flipped you off. You smiled at her in return. "Ewww!! Get the fuck out of my sight!!" Emily yelled. "Actually... you should probably go," said a voice from behind you. You turned around and saw- Ranboo?

"O-Oh, sorry-" She seemed afraid, and she and her friends hastily walked away. I mean... Ranboo is tall... but he's not intimidating. He's skinny. He could be easily pushed over. Maybe even blown away by the wind. But... he is tall.

You glanced at Ranboo for a moment, but as soon as you looked, he made eye contact with you. Or- you assumed so. He turned his face towards you. His face remained expressionless- well, from what you could see, which wasn't much. "Thank you," you told him, smiling, but then remembered he cant see, and stopped, but that's still kinda- "-You're welcome," he said.

You looked back at Tommy, and he hugged you- but only briefly. He's not really one to give hugs, so.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. You were going to ask why he asked you to do that- but you probably shouldn't. He just hugged you, he never does.

"Uh... where are Wilbur and George?" Ranboo asked. "I don't know, we split up." You replied.

"I found them!!" Tubbo exclaimed from behind you. You turned around and, sure enough, there stood Wilbur and George.

"Hey, guys," Wilbur seemed a bit out of breath as he spoke. "We got recognized- so we ran, sorry. But it would've been better not to lead everyone towards you guys," George explained, allowing Wilbur to catch his breath.

"Why is he so out of breath and not you?" George and Wilbur exchanged a look before George replied, "Uh... I don't know," he shrugged. (imagine what you will im not saying) (unless u rly want to know or smth)

"LET'S PLAY MORE GAMES!!" Tubbo said. "Okay, okay, more games," Ranboo laughed. "Yeah!! Bee plushies!!" You couldn't help but notice he already had 3...

We walked over to the games and split up. You walked towards some "toss the ring" game. "$5 for 3 rings, and every two rings you make gets you a prize," the person at the counter said. They were a teenager at least, and looked pretty bored.

You reached for your back pocket- but you only found your phone. You must've forgot your wallet back at the hotel... damn it.

"Hey, you forgot your wallet at the hotel," Ranboo said from behind you. You flipped around to look at him. "Yeah... how'd you know?" You questioned. "You don't have it on you right now," he placed $10 on the counter behind you. "Oh- you didn't have to do that," you said. "No, it's okay," and he handed you another $40. "W-Wow... thanks," you said. "No problem," he said.

"6 rings," the teenager handed you 6 small metal rings. They were smaller than you thought they'd be. You looked at where you were supposed to throw them to a few feet away from you. That was going to be really hard.

But you threw one... and you missed. And another one. Missed again. You were about to throw another one when someone grabbed your arm.

"You're doing it all wrong," the person said. "Ranboo? You're still here?" You asked, surprised. "Yes, and it's embarrassing to watch you throw them like that," he let go of your arm. "You throw it like this," he grabbed a ring from your hand and demonstrated how to throw it properly, making it exactly where they had to be tossed to. "Okay, jeez, what a show off," and you tossed the ring you had in your hand- but missed. "Oh well. You're just cursed," he shrugged. "Shut up," you threw the last one and missed again. (Didn't ranboo fail miserably at wii sports? Ok no he didn't anymore he's good at throwing let's go)

"Looks like you don't get a prize, sorry," the bored teen said. "You suck," Ranboo said. "I can win this eyes CLOSED!!" You crossed your arms and looked at him. "What?" He said. You kept staring. "Y/N, what do you want?!" He said, louder this time. "Do you- do you expect me to actually do it with my eyes closed?!" You nodded.

"Sir, either purchase some rings or get out of here, you're holding up the line." You turned around and saw no one behind you. "But there's-" "-I know. A very long line." "Three rings, please," he said, placing $5 on the counter and being handed some rings. "Let's do this," he said, and you assumed he closed his eyes, but who knows. He tossed the first ring, which almost missed, but he did make it. And the second one... and the third one.

"Did I make it?" He asked, opening his eyes(?). "Yeah..." you stood there, mouth wide open in shock. "Oh, damn, that's pretty cool," he said. "Okay, choose a prize and get the hell out of here," the person at the counter said so rudely. "The... uh... sheep one," he pointed at a fluffy grey sheep plushy. "Okay. Here you go, sir. Leave," the teenager pointed away. "Thank you, kind... person, so nice, you deserve a raise," he said sarcastically... hopefully. "I damn well deserve a raise but I don't get paid shit, now get your asses out of here I have better things to do than look at your ugly selves!!" They shooed you off, but before we left, ranboo left them an extra $30.

"Why'd you do that? He was a complete jerk," you said. "They dont get paid. Also, I found it amusing," he shrugged.

"Also, this is for you," he handed you the grey sheep. "Awww... thanks!" You hugged it. "You're welcome. I just didn't feel like holding it, so." You laughed at him. "Yeah sure, and you didn't tip a fucking asshole either," you rolled your eyes. "I didn't."

We began walking towards Tubbo, who was holding even more bee plushies. "Are you good at the games?" You asked. "Not really. I got most of them from begging the others," Tommy walked up beside him holding another one. "Here y- wait- you already have like, fifty of em!! Why should I give you this one?!" He said. Tubbo snatched it from his hand.

"Because I asked for it," he then walked towards George and Wilbur. George was holding a very large cat plushy. "That took forever to win," he sighed. Wilbur handed him another bee plushy and they all walked towards us. "I'm hungry," George said. "Okay, we're going out to eat. What do you want?" Wilbur asked. "I want-" "-Chinese?" George interrupted Tommy. "NO!! YOU DO NOT JUST INTERRUPT ME!! We will be having chicken tenders." Tommy said. "Okay..." and we walked back to the cars.

WILBYS POV

"Setting a course for Chinese All-You-Can-Eat Buffet..." the robotic female voice with a British accent said. George laughed, but said nothing. "What? I'm not choosing a child over you," I said, chuckling.

-at restaurant and y/n POV again-

"THIS ISNT CHICKEN TENDERS!!" Tommy yelled so half the world could hear him. "Nope," Wilbur said as he got out of his car. "YOU CHOSE YOUR BOYFRIEND OVER ME?!?!" He complained. "Wha- he's not my boyfriend!! It's just he spoke first and you interrupted!! So he deserves to go where he wants," Wilbur crossed his arms. "NO I DIDNT!!! HE INTERRUPTED ME!!!" Tommy stepped towards Wilbur with his fist up, but you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him backwards. "Chinese, let's go," you directed him towards the door.

"How many?" The host asked. "6," Wilbur said, but still looked behind him to make sure. "Okay, right this way," the host led you to a booth that could probably fit all of you. "What drinks would you like?"  He asked. "D-" "-Coke," Tommy interrupted you. "Okay... doctor pepper," you said. "Iced tea," George said. "Coffee." Wilbur said. He looks sleep deprived. "Orange juice," tubbo ordered. And finally, "Just water, please," Ranboo said. "If that'll be it, you can go and get your food now," he pointed towards the buffet like we all weren't already staring at it 'patiently' waiting to be told to go get fucking food.

"Food!!" Tommy said excitedly, and you all headed towards the buffet.

-COLLECTING FOOD-

We sat down and we're handed our drinks. You had chosen to get crab legs and sushi. Tommy got... a lot of stuff. Steak. Chicken. Pork. For some reason, fried rice, which you didn't think he liked... Tubbo got... what looked like everything. And jello, you noted. Wilbur got... a salad. George got everything sweet. Mostly dessert, actually. And ranboo got... chicken. Just chicken. That's all.

"Y/N? You there?"
You must've spaced out. Tommy waved a hand in front of your face, and by reflex, you grabbed his arm and slammed it into the table, barely missing your plate.

"Ow!! Seriously?!" You giggled. "Sorry," and then you looked at his plate. "That's really unhealthy..." you said, concerned. "Pay attention to your own fucking food!!! What even is that?! Raw fish!?!??! DO YOU WANT TO GET SICK?!?!??" He said.

"Quiet Tommy, you're being really loud, also, this is perfectly safe, but you have half the buffet on your plate." He slammed his hands on the table, making you jump.

"OH I HAVE HALF THE BUFFET?!?! I wanted fucking CHICKEN TENDERS SO BE GRATEFUL IM EATING THIS SHIT!! BITCH ILL EAT HOWEVER MUCH I WANT BUT NONE OF IT MAKES UP FOR WHEN YOU STOLE MY ICE CREAM OUT OF THE FREEZER LAST WEEK!!!!" Tommy continued yelling and complaining and you leaned forward on your elbows, eating some of your sushi.

"Brothers..." you sighed. "I don't know what it's like," Ranboo shrugged. You weren't even talking to him- but you were facing him, so you supposed you should probably speak to him. "Only child?" You asked. He nodded. "Well... siblings are hell sometimes, but he can be pretty cool too, he buys me merch and shit, at the cost of my sanity..." you mumbled the last bit. "I-"

Before ranboo was able to respond, George started fucking choking. "George!!!" Wilbur got really scared and he grabbed George from behind and did the thing that saves lives or whatever it's called.

"What the hell just happened?" Tommy asked, setting down his coke. "Uh... not sure. Anyways," tubbo continued happily eating his food. "You're a simp," Tommy said, catching on. "I just saved his life!! Why does that make me a simp?!" "Well... you're a simp," Ranboo joined in. You laughed at their antics and continued eating your food.

-HOME-

We finally arrived home... you are now full. And tired.

Wilbur on the other hand drank coffee and didn't eat much, so he must not be tired. Good thing he has sugar high George to keep him company.

Anyways, you collapsed onto your bed, closing your eyes.

"Y/N? You're not gonna change? Shower? Not even take your socks off?" Ranboo asked, sitting on the bed beside you. "No because that would be gay." Can't make it gay. Keep the socks on. (All jokes aside I hate sleeping with socks on.)

"Okay, okay, are you comfortable at least?" He asked. Why is he so worried about you. "Yeah... I'm fine..." you yawned.

"Okay. Sleepy time," he sighed and layed down one foot away from you because this is a big ass bed.

A/N

YES.

Goodbye people. Enjoy book.
Enjoy crab legs. Requested by a crab.
Thanks Nixon for helping with this. Very cool of you.

-FRYING PAN