"TUBBO!" A thick British accent breaks the silence of the room. His voice bounces off the solid wood walls and floors. Tubbo turns his head toward the chicken boy stomping his way into the community pub. Sometimes he forgets the "commoners" have access to the pub. Not just the ones with actually useful powers. "You NEED to keep your stupid fucking Ranboo AWAY from my shit!" Tommy crosses his arms in annoyance, staring at the significantly shorter male.
"TELL ME ABOUT IT!" Another male's voice comes barging through the open concept pub. Tubbo looks around in confusion, not seeing the man the voice could've belonged to. Tommy searches around, only for the phantom boy to become visible beside him. "That fucking enderman you like so much is sneaking into my chests and taking whatever he wants! He took my fourteen diamonds!" Wilbur grumbles in irritation.
It hasn't been just one occurrence either. He's seen that dirty thief rummage his chests and teleport away. He's real tired of grinding for resources just for the spoiled brat enderboy to steal all of his hard work.
Tubbo glances between the two taller men. Why would they complain to him? He doesn't know what to do. It's not like he's his responsibility to deal with. Ranboo doesn't dare bother Tubbo, since he knows the bee boy will just repeatedly sting him to death. Or if he's not feeling up to that, tell Phil on him. Phil knows how to deal with brats.
Why can't they just tell Phil! He whines to himself.
Tubbo can't ever seem to catch a break. All he wanted was some alone time in the pub. Why can't they figure out how to deal with him instead. But, to be honest, he isn't too surprised of his actions. He's overheard many other friends talking about "missing items". He tried his best to avoid any involvement with the disappearing resources.
"So? What do you want me to do about it, boss man? How do you know it's him anyway?" Tubbo questions, flying up from his seat to hover mid air. He is a bee after all, flying is more convenient than walking. Plus that height difference absolutely annoys him. If he's going to be dealing with their issue, the least he wants is for them to be looking down upon him.
Wilbur scoffs in disbelief. As if his word isn't satisfying enough for Tubbo. He can't show proof his diamonds are missing if he doesn't have the evidence he actually had diamonds in the first place. And cameras aren't a thing. He only has his truthful word. Wilbur would never lie! Tubbo has no reason not to believe him!
"I don't know, bee boy. He seems to act good around you. I'm sure you can figure out something! And! We know it's him because we both have WITNESSED his thievery! He just teleports away before he can be stopped." Tommy throws his arms up in the air angrily. It's true, Ranboo picks on just about everyone. It's how he is. Ranboo enjoys picking on the ones with shit abilities specifically. He knows how bratty the boy can get with his fellow friends.
Ranboo definitely isn't innocent. He gets his way majority of the time by whining or begging for whatever he wants. Until his friends have no choice but to give in. Phil is his main source for supplies. The boy barely works for his own resources. Especially diamonds or enchanted books.
With another several minutes of more whining convincing him, Tubbo eventually agrees to have a talk with Ranboo. Now he knows how Phil must feel. Having to listen to Tommy constantly tattle tale on his other friends.
The brunet really isn't looking forward to accusing his friend of stealing. Especially when they aren't his items. The likelihood of it being true however- is awfully high. No one on the server steals as much as Ranboo does. There definitely are other thieves, but the spoiled prince enderboy is the one to blame. Guess he'll just have to see how the boy responds.
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Tubbo hums to himself as he wanders off to find the enderman hybrid. He expects him to be in his house. Or at least that is where he hopes to find him. The only other place he could think of would be in the Nether somewhere. Since it's currently raining out, the boy can't be outside adventuring without taking damage from rain.
The bee boy flies himself up to the main entrance of Ranboo's mountainside cave. The cave sticks out like a sour thumb compared to the rest of the mountain. It's not hard to miss. It's even more noticeable with all sorts of purple particles floating around outside of it. Must mean he is home. Those purple particles make it easy to find where the enderman has been recently.
He lands on the front platform of his cave. There's no door, so he has an easy view of the inside of his home. Tubbo peeks his head around. He can't tell where Ranboo is, however lots of rummaging of items is going on inside the cave. It's already not sounding good for the enderboy.
Without permission, the boy walks on in to his friend's cave home. Ranboo is too busy to notice him at first anyway. It looks like he's- rearranging the items in his chests? Or perhaps searching for something. Who knows. Whatever he's doing is noisy.
He makes his presence known by slapping his open palm on the blackstone brick wall. Not expecting it to freak out the boy. Ranboo nearly jumps out of his skin, accidentally whacking his head on the chest lid he was previously going through. He whines out in pain.
"My bad. Ranboo, let's have chat, mate." Tubbo mutters out with a sigh. "I've heard some of our friends complaining they are missing resources. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" He starts, wasting no time to get to the point of their conversation. He doesn't want to make this a pain in the ass. He just wants the truth as soon as he can.
Gratefully Ranboo's emotions are simple to read. Thanks to that thin, long and wavy tail behind him. Anyone can tell when he is trying to think up a lie. Or avoid anymore questioning.
Tubbo has learned to watch his tail to figure out his emotions. Especially in situations like this. Anytime the boy is hiding something, or not telling the full truth; his tail presses against his back. It makes all interrogations a walk in the park. If only everyone else was this straightforward.
Ranboo spins around on his heels, slamming the chest he was looking through and rubbing the now sore spot on his head. He wasn't expecting company. He's used to Phil showing up out of no where, but definitely not Tubbo. He stares at the boy with a confused glance.
"I don't know what you're talking about, nope." The enderboy shakes his head quickly. Everyone on the server knows Ranboo as the spoiled brat. He takes what he wants, and makes everything about himself. Typical of the boy to deny anything that could possibly get him in trouble.
The brunet glances around his pretty cluttered cave. His home is full of purple crystals and blackstone blocks- and way too many chests for one person to keep inventory of. Further down the cave is a few other necessities such as a single red colored bed, crafting table and nether portal. For a place to live, it's awfully small. Ranboo seems happy with it though.
"Are you sure? Wilbur and Tommy both said they've seen you taking their valuables from their chests. Like diamonds, and weapons." Ranboo freezes in place hearing their names. Of course they'd snitch on him to Tubbo. It's not like they have anything better to do. The bastards they are! Tommy would give anything just so Ranboo gets in trouble. Like some type of sibling rivalry for favorite child.
He clears his throat, looking pretty much everywhere except Tubbo.
"Hmmmm... yep, nope. Not me. Maybe ask Fundy. He likes to- uh, store things in his mouth and run away! Did you know if he dies- the items in his mouth won't drop?!" Tubbo raises an eyebrow at the suddenly rambling boy. As if that didn't make him suspicious enough to question. He looks over at the multiple chests lined up on the wall.
"Okay, then you wouldn't mind if I went through your chests? If you're not hiding anything then it should be fine right?" The bee boy saunters over to the chests. He's a little surprised to see how well and organized the enderboy is keeping them. Every chest is labeled with what's inside of them. From wood, to stone, to stacks of netherrack, and most importantly a chest full of valuables. He could assume that's where he would place Wilbur's diamonds if he took them.
Ranboo stomps his foot in annoyance. He shouldn't have gotten caught in the first place! Who would believe a stupid chicken boy and his ghost pet anyway?! They should believe *him* instead! It's not like he has ever gotten on their bad side or anything. He still has plenty of positive interactions! The enderboy grips at his cape nervously. There is no stopping Tubbo from opening that chest.
Tubbo lifts the lid to his valuables chest without waiting for an answer. His eyes shoot open at the items inside the chest. The items he's overheard people missing. Wilbur's diamonds, Phil's netherite sword, Tommy's protection IV iron chest plate, Jack's diamond pickaxe, and even Tubbo's stack of honey blocks! He thought he misplaced those.. it didn't cross his mind they could've been stolen.
The chest falls shut as the bee boy rises from his crouched position. He didn't expect it to be this easy to find the missing items. The little voice in his head is incredibly disappointed Ranboo really was the one stealing from his friends. He thought the boy was better than that. Or at least a decent enough friend to ask to use the resources.
Turns out he's just a dirty thief. Tommy and Wilbur are right.
Ranboo drops his head in shame. Even his tail falls toward the floor. It was bound to happen, he eventually would have gotten caught. He didn't think this soon though. It's not like he took items that are hard to replace! And if they really wanted them back.. he probably would've shared!
"I'm sorry.. I'll give them back. I was- borrowing them... I wasn't gonna use them at all! Nope!" In a desperate attempt to make his situation better, he comes up with a lie. Tubbo doesn't need to know the full truth. He shouldn't need to work for his own things! What's the point of friends if they don't give him items?
The brunet is torn. Never in his right mind would he think he'd have to deal with a situation like this. Sure, Tubbo has observed Phil scold and punish his friends for other immature pranks. But stealing? Lying? Definitely not a Tubbo thing. He seats himself on Ranboo's bed. Giving himself enough room on either side of the bed.
"Take off your cape and come lay over my knee. I'm going to give you a spanking for stealing our friends' items." The enderboy's eyes shoot wide open. "And before you whine about it, I don't want to do it either, boss man. But I think it'll be beneficial for you. Hopefully I won't have to do this again after today. So, please, don't make this difficult." Tubbo explains, patting both of his legs with his hands. He is dreading this. The last thing he wants to do is hurt his friend. But, he isn't sure a simple scolding is enough for him.
Ranboo is a stubborn boy. You can yell at him all you want, and nothing will change. He needs something that he could remember for a long time, the unfortunate consequences of his actions. The first thing that came to mind is to spank him.
Tubbo isn't sure how it'll go. The enderboy is significantly taller than him. Not only that but he can teleport too. It may be damn near impossible to spank Ranboo. He's for sure going to try his best.
Meanwhile Ranboo stares at his friend with eyes as wide as saucers. He must be joking if he thinks he's going to let himself be spanked. Not by someone that isn't a parental guardian of him! Tubbo is his best friend, sure, but last time he checked best friends don't punish one another.
Ranboo wants to argue. He wants to disagree with Tubbo's way of trying to solve the issue. There must be alternative options he could choose from instead of this soon to be painful outcome. Yet, he can't seem to form any words. His mouth feels dry. If he tried to speak, he's not even sure it would be coherent.
Tubbo's words play on repeat like a broken record in his head. 'I'm going to give you a spanking...' How does one recover from hearing such a degrading sentence?! He's 19 years old for fuck sake! That is the last sentence he'd ever imagine coming out of the bee boy's mouth.
"5."
Tubbo begins, watching the boy's reaction. He really just wants it over with. He has other things to attend. He'd prefer his day to not be wasted waiting for Ranboo to bend over.
"4."
"3."
"Wait-! We can talk about this! I'll return the items! Even the ones I've used! Please!" Ranboo pleads. Fear begins to set in the closer he gets to the end of his countdown. He's not sure what will happen if he reaches zero, but the enderboy does NOT want to find out. Tubbo is the last person he'd want to fuck around with. The strength on that boy is terrifying.
"2."
The enderboy hesitantly unties his cape from his neck. Shaky hands fumble to pull at the ribbon. The silky white ribbon loosens from its knot, causing his cape to fall behind him in a pile. Ranboo cringes as it lands with a heavy thud.
"Smart choice. Come here, please." The bee boy scoots forward to the edge of the bed, holding his hands out to invite him closer.
Ranboo shivers as he takes a small step toward his friend. Soft whimpers escape his throat. He can't hide the fact he's incredibly scared. Who wouldn't be afraid?! It's a normal fear right? He doesn't respond well to pain!
Tubbo places his hands on Ranboo's hips, carefully guiding him to lay over his lap comfortably. He keeps a hold of his hips until the boy's pelvis is directly in the center of his lap. It's an awkward position for both of the males to say the least. Neither of them could say it is very pleasant, but Tubbo really doesn't know any other positions. So guess he'll have to suck it up.
The enderman boy shifts his long legs onto the bed, falling forward so his entire body could rest on the comfort of his own bed. He's not exactly sure how spankings function. He knows it feels more than bizzare laying stomach down over his best friend's lap, and the pain that eventually builds up until its unbearable. The boy rests his head in his crossed arms.
"I'm gonna start. I think.. twelve minutes sounds fair right?" The bee boy mumbles to himself as he sets a timer on his phone. Ranboo's mind spirals at the thought of twelve minutes of spanking. He has to stay completely still for that long?! All while having his ass beat? This isn't going to go well. Tubbo pats the seat of Ranboo's black dress pants with an open palm.
The bee boy spends little time getting started. He places his timer beside him so both of them could easily watch how much longer is left. It's now or never. His way, way overdue spanking. Tubbo raises his arm up above his head, spreading his whole hand as open as he could; before letting it fall with a hard smack. Ranboo lunges forward in shock. A pained whimper breaks the brief silence between spanks.
A fast pace of firm, inconsistent spanks land on the boy's bum. Tubbo doesn't know what he's doing. He's a novice when it comes to punishment. He figures as long as he lands a slap to the male's bum- its all he's gotta do. Each swat hits in a different place than the last. He won't have any clue what to do if Ranboo fights him back.
The enderboy scrunches up his face at the unfamiliar feeling. They aren't super painful yet. But he definitely doesn't enjoy hearing Tubbo's hand repeatedly landing on his bum with an audible slap. Tubbo has a strong arm, it's only a matter of time before the spanks become unbearable.
He can proudly say he's never been spanked before. Until today at least. Ranboo was raised as a spoiled brat. Anything he asked for, he got with no questions asked. So he doesn't understand why Tubbo won't let him be the spoiled boy he knows best. The others don't seem to mind his bratty attitude.
Tubbo rests his free hand on the boy's hip, grounding him from attempting escape. He frequently glances down at the enderboy to make sure he's doing okay. They've only recently started, but the worry of going overboard on his friend still sits in the back of his mind. He wants to deliver a proper spanking. Not one that could be considered abusive.
Slaps continue to land all over Ranboo's bum. Ranboo keeps his eyes focused on the timer beside him. With Tubbo's speedy pace of smacks, he's counted three smacks a second. He has no idea how much that adds up to. It sounds like a lot though.
He swears time is purposely ticking so much slower than normal. As if even the timer is against him for stealing things. A light burn begins to set in as his spanks land in the same place repeatedly. Warming the skin nicely.
Maybe if he doesn't think about the spanks, it'll go by quicker! Ranboo tries to entertain himself with other thoughts that could take his mind off the pain. Such as absolutely getting his revenge on Tommy for siccing Tubbo on him!
The swats come to a pause. As well as his dreaded timer. Is he done? There's no way Tubbo would stop this early in. He's still got a full ten minutes left. Ranboo lifts his head from his crossed arms in confusion.
"Alright, stand up. The rest of your punishment will be on your underpants. Remove your trousers please." Tubbo pats his bum to urge him to stand. A frown instantly appears on his face. On his boxers? He can't do that! That's like.. an invasion of privacy! He's already letting him repeatedly smack his ass; over his dress pants isn't good enough for Tubbo?
He allows himself to fall onto his knees on the ground. His tail angrily thumps on the brick flooring.
"Tubbo..."
"No whining, you brought this upon yourself." Tubbo reaches into a nearby chest to grab himself a stick and wood planks. Ranboo rubs his palms over his hurting ass. As if it couldn't get any worse. Now he's losing his only protection. The smacks are going to hurt so much worse.
His hands lightly graze across his belt buckle, struggling a little to remove it from his pants loops. He tosses it aside with his cape. His loose dress pants follow shortly behind, slipping off his skinny legs to pool at his ankles. Today is the wrong day to wear his tight spandex boxers. There's barely any padding between the bee boy's punishing hand and his poor bum.
Tubbo busies himself with the few items he just grabbed. Ranboo tries to peek to see what the male could be crafting. What the hell could he need to craft during the worst time in his life? He shrugs it off as unimportant. At the moment he can only attempt to rub out some of the pain in his bum. Shortly he won't have the chance to soothe himself at all.
It's not long until the enderboy is placed back over his friend's lap. He figured out quickly what Tubbo had been crafting.. How the fuck he learned to make such an item blew him out of the water. It made Ranboo feel uneasy seeing what awful creation is about to bruise his whole ass.
Tubbo crafted himself an oak wood paddle. It really wasn't as difficult as you'd think. He's thankful a wooden shovel is already close enough to a paddle, he just needed to shorten the handle and reshape it a little.
"I imagine you saw my makeshift paddle. Don't worry, I'll use it once there's 3 minutes left. It'll be my hand until then." Like that's supposed to soothe him! He's still getting beaten mercilessly with a thick plank of wood! Ranboo huffs and falls limp across his lap in defeat. He isn't sure how to feel at this point. Tubbo isn't making it any easier for him. It feels like he's just being teased. Humiliated for his pleasure!
Tubbo smoothes his punishing hand across his dark purple spandex boxers. If he thought his spanks earlier hurt, these ones are going to scare him into behaving next time real quick. He lets out a soft hum, patting his bare thigh to let him know he's going to start again.
The timer is unpaused once again. Strong slaps pepper all across the enderboy's bum and upper thighs. Ranboo squirms in pain. He worries if he wiggles around too much that Tubbo will hit harder. But he can't help it! It hurts so much. A tortuous pain he has to withstand for the next nine more minutes.
He twists at his waist, desperately trying to miss a few smacks. Tubbo's aim is too good though. It seems no matter where he tries to squirm, Tubbo's hand happily follows. Not messing up his tempo of spanks once. Even kicking isn't stopping his slaps! The boy bucks his legs against the bed. With enough force he could easily escape out of harm's way.
Tubbo tightens his grip on the boy's waist to help keep him still. He expected Ranboo to whine and wiggle in pain, not to this extent. He's certain this is Ranboo's first time ever being spanked, let alone punished for his behavior. The boy doesn't understand he needs to behave during it. It's his only reason for not grabbing the paddle now. Ranboo is as much of a newbie to this as Tubbo is.
Ranboo throws his crown onto the ground in some sort of retaliation act. Tubbo aims his spanks lower onto his sit spots. A sensitive area perfect for harsh swats to really get his attention. If he doesn't learn from this horrible experience, Ranboo might be hopeless to teach. The enderboy leans up as best he could to look back at Tubbo.
"Please! Please! Oww! Tubbo it hurts so bad!" The enderboy pleads in pain. He'll gladly do anything for it to end early. Tubbo has no intention of stopping until that timer beside them buzzes. This punishment is so needed for the boy. Ranboo has gotten away with his thievery for months without consequence. Well now it's finally caught up with him.
If anything he should be glad he's only getting twelve minutes of spanking!
"I know, buddy. It's supposed to hurt. You stole from our friends, right? You know better than to do that." He sighs lowly, slowing down his pace of smacks significantly. His arm is getting exhausted from spanking so fast and harshly the past seven minutes. And he still has a three minute paddling coming up. Tubbo needs to save up some energy for that.
Ranboo's bum is on fire. It felt like his whole ass had second degree burns on it! These slower hits made him realize how sore he really is. He has a brief moment between each spank to really feel how much effort Tubbo put into warming his skin. He falls chest first against the bed dramatically.
If he hadn't borrowed those worthless items.. none of this would be happening! It's so stupid! He could've easily made them himself if he just put in the little effort. His friends should be happy to give him items though! He provides them with his friendship! That's priceless!
Ranboo shudders as he glances at Tubbo's phone. Tears finally brimming at the corners of his eyes. He's not gonna cry! No! He's not weak. Maybe it won't be as bad as he thinks. It can't be worse than his hand right?!
Three minutes finally reaches on the timer. Which means.. Tubbo gets to use his paddle. Ranboo flicks his tail up at the other's face as his final hurrah before he gets beaten out of existence. Only to recieve a light warning smack on his thigh. He hates everything about this. He can't let it ever happen again. Or at least be extra sneaky next time he steals....
A cool, wooden paddle rests against his inflamed bum. It's one of those evil long paddles that spanks both cheeks at the same time. Tubbo doesn't even have to aim his swats with this thing! It's wide enough for it to be near impossible to miss! He's for sure going to die.
Thank God he has two canon lives left.
The paddle is lifted to about elbow height. Tubbo knows the paddle will do more damage than his hand did. So he needs to be careful with how harsh he hits. He eyes the boy laying over his lap, before letting the paddle fall with a heavy slap.
Ranboo gasps heavily, choking on his saliva. Fuck! He was wrong! It's MUCH more painful! Tubbo's free hand is quick to pat his upper back so his coughing would subdue.
As soon as Ranboo is okay, he resumes his slightly lighter paddling. Tubbo alternates his swats between his upper thighs and ass. He knows the boy is beyond the point of suffering. He's just waiting for the second that damn timer zeros out. Then he's going to scavenge for any and all health potions that could possibly take away the pain.
The enderboy is trembling in his lap. Tears trickle down the sides of his face as the paddle continues to warm his skin. He doesn't have the energy to fight back anymore. Kicking, squirming and wiggling didn't help him in the long run anyway. Instead, he lays there. Quietly sniffling to himself. All Ranboo can do is wait until the timer ends. One minute left.
"Well this is a sight to see!" That familiar thick British accent immediately halts Tubbo's onslaught of smacks. A big grin spreads across Tommy's face as he recognizes what he just walked in on.
Karma really is sweet. But revenge is sweeter. Just wait until everyone on the server hears about this! It'll quickly become the new joke of the server. Wilbur follows shortly behind the boy, not particularly caring about the ongoing punishment. More interested in finding his diamonds he worked so hard on to gather.
A deafening shriek bounces off the brick walls. Tears are racing down Ranboo's cheeks. He's vulnerable and humiliated! Unexpectedly, Ranboo teleports himself off Tubbo's lap in embarrassment. He can't let anyone witness his vulnerability. Especially not Tommy! Or Wilbur for that matter! The boy reappears behind Wilbur. Trembling hands reach down to grip his dress pants that once pooled around his ankles. Tommy's laughter sends him into a mess of even stronger emotions. He desperately attempts to redress himself.
"Tommy- God dammit man. What are you doing here?" Tubbo groans in anger as he rises from his seat on the bed. The chicken boy just had to interupt their punishment. The one HE asked him to give. It'll be near impossible to convince Ranboo to finish his spanking. His attention soon turns toward the terrified, shaking with sobs enderboy. His expression softens. "Come here, Ranboo. Let me help you buddy."
Wilbur busies himself digging around in the chests. Ranboo's too hysterical to care about the ghostly boy searching his belongings. He allows the male that was punishing him ruthlessly seconds ago to help him wear his dress pants again. Even letting his buckle his belt back around his hips.
"We wanted to stop for a visit to see if you actually lived up to your word, Tubs. Looks like you were serious! Did poor little Ranboo get his ass beat? Awww~" Tommy teases the uncontrollably sobbing male. Tubbo rolls his eyes at his immature taunts. He gently pats the boy's hip as soon as he finished buckling his belt.
Ranboo immediately throws himself onto his bed. He buries his face into his pillow to sob. It's not like he could run out of his cave. The rain would burn his skin just as bad as the damn spanking did. So he sadly has to listen to his friends pick on him.
"Yeah, I was serious. But thanks to you two rudely showing up without notice, his spanking ended early. He'll bring your items later. As well as apologize for stealing them." Tubbo explains, looking at his boy. "He's not in a good headspace to apologize right now."
Tommy makes sure to get in a few more laughs and taunts before leaving the cave with Wilbur. He needs to go tell Phil, Jack, and Niki exactly what happened! He knows they'd all find it so funny too! Wilbur has to hold himself back from laughing. He doesn't want to upset him more. But as soon as they left, he was in tears with laughter.
Tubbo audibly sighs in annoyance. He should've expected them to be immature about the whole situation. He hoped they would've had a little bit more sympathy for the sobbing kid though. He walks over towards Ranboo again.
The boy lays on his stomach, crying into his pillow. He didn't even notice the others had left already. He's too caught up in his own emotions to realize his surroundings. Tubbo stands over the crying boy. He technically still has another thirty seconds left of spanking.
He presses his knee into the bedding, lightly patting the boy's bum with his warm hand.
"Couple more. You're not gonna steal anymore, right?" Tubbo adds a smack between each spoken word. He hopes he won't have to do this again. He can't say it's fun hurting his good friend for such a childish reason. The enderboy throws his hands back to protect his already sore bum from anymore hits. His tail loosely wraps itself around the bee boy's wrist as an extra measure to protect himself. He rolls onto his side.
Several whimpers escape Ranboo's throat. He's trying his best to mumble out something that could resemble "Yes, Tubbo!" But unfortunately it just comes out as wrecked babbling. His voice is practically gone from his earlier scream.
And then, the worst twelve minutes of his life is done.
"Good job. We are done now." The brunet speaks in a soothing tone. "Instead of stealing our friends' belongings, come ask me for them. I don't mind sharing resources with you, Ranboo. Or if I don't have it, we can go gather it together. Then stuff like this won't have to happen. Do you understand?" Tubbo lowers himself onto the ground, getting to Ranboo's eye level as best he can. His red and green eyes are drowning in another round of ready to fall tears.
Ranboo curls in on himself. Tears threaten to spill as he looks at Tubbo for any source of comfort. He'll take anything. Right now he's in his most vulnerable and afraid state. Any wrong word will cause another breakdown. So Tubbo needs to be careful with his words.
After freeing his wrist from his tail grip; Tubbo finds himself gently stroking the side of the enderboy's tear stained face as a way to soothe him. He whispers sweet praises to the boy. He genuinely feels horrible for causing the boy so much pain. At the same time, he really did need it. He'll hopefully learn to not only be a better friend, but also not steal and lie!
Incoherent babbles are the most Ranboo could muster up. His mumbles were no where near words. Just lots of random noises mixed with whines. Tubbo nods his head in understanding. He could tell his whines were apologetic. He just doesn't have the actual words to say it yet.
"I know you're sorry. We can talk later after you've rested. I'll let the others know not to bother you for a bit too." The bee boy reassures. Ranboo whimpers out softly and scoots himself further on the bed. He points at the empty space next to him. Tubbo can't help but coo at how cute he's acting.
He carefully pulls himself up onto the bed to join the sad enderboy. Ranboo isn't much of a cuddler. He can make an acception every once in a while though. He curls up on himself, pressing his head against Tubbo's chest lightly.
Tubbo presses a kiss on the boy's temple. Would he do it ever again? Probably not. In the moment though, Ranboo more than likely enjoyed it. He smoothes his hand up and down his back to help lull him to sleep.
Once Ranboo is peacefully passed out asleep, Tubbo decides to save Ranboo the humiliation of returning his friends' items. After a session like that, he's positive the boy won't be showing his face for a couple days. Tommy has more than likely spread the news like a wildfire. He will want to hide until the news isn't as fresh in their minds.
He quietly sneaks back over to his valuables chest to fill his inventory with the stolen items. At least Tommy will hopefully get off his back about it now. There shouldn't be a next time for this either! If there is, he's most definitely going to pass it off to Phil to deal with.
All this for an iron chest plate and couple of diamonds. He releases a sigh. Tubbo really needs to make new friends. Preferably more mature friends. Not ones that tattletale, lie, and steal from others.
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