((Fresh LGBTQA+ rep coming, and *wink wink* we haven't seen that last letter come up canonically yet *wink wink*))
((Ranboo POV))
The four were spread across the floor in the living room. Spread might've been the wrong word, with Tommy leaned up against the couch, Tubbo passed out laying on them, and Y/n asleep on the couch.
They shifted slightly, trying to move the weight off of their wrists, but Tubbo had effectively trapped them there. They glared down at him, not wanting to wake him up because of how peaceful he looked. So instead, they accepted their current entrapment. They glanced over to Tommy, who was very intently watching something on his phone with one earbud in.
"What're you watching?" they whispered.
Tommy jumped slightly, dropping his phone face down. He turned it off.
"Nothing important," he mumbled.
Ranboo rolled their eyes. They could feel it in their chest, a tension that gripped the room anytime the two of them were alone. They looked at Tubbo, who'd slept through the thud.
"Alright, don't tell me," they muttered.
"A show a friend recommended," Tommy answered reluctantly. "It's a little weird, but... I like it."
"Weird like..?" Ranboo asked, confused. "Please tell me you aren't watching porn in the living room."
"What?!" he whisper-yelled.
Tubbo shifted around, half-waking up.
"Wanna go to bed?" they whispered to him, hoping for an opportunity to free themself. Tubbo grumbled something indiscernible, just curling up further. They sighed in defeat and patted his head a couple times.
"No, I wouldn't-" Tommy spoke quieter. "It's not like that, it's just kinda girly."
Ranboo snickered, covering their mouth with one hand over the mask.
"Man, you seemed so scared to say it too," they giggled. "Who cares?"
"I don't care," Tommy said. "I'm watching it for the plot."
"You're doing a really bad job convincing me this is a child-friendly show right now," they teased.
Tommy rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone and turning the screen towards them. They squinted, unable to lean forward much with Tubbo half-sprawled over their chest, and recognized it as an anime they'd heard a lot about. Something magica?
"Oh, that. Cool, cool," they looked back down to the sleeping Tubbo. They really needed to pee. "I'm gonna bring him to bed, I'll see you in the morning," they whispered.
Tommy nodded.
They gently pushed Tubbo off despite his grumbles and picked him up. He wrapped his arms around their neck and buried his head in their shoulder, still mostly asleep.
They carried him to their shared room, slowly regaining feeling in their legs, and laid him down on the bed, tucking him in and sighing as he rolled around and gathered the entirety of the blanket. Looks like they were sleeping on the floor tonight.
((Tommy POV))
Tubbo had a habit of falling asleep either on Tommy or the floor when they were younger. During childhood sleepovers, he'd end up rolling off the bed and onto him whenever Tommy offered to sleep on the floor instead.
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Don't Call me That -SEQUEL TO SCMT
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