#I AM HJABING.

[plaguethewaters]

holding your face in my hands and sending spirals directly into your eyes.

You have to think about cbeeduo happy and in love. Think about them sharing pijamas at night - because ranboo's a twig even if he's tall, so tubbo's short ass pjs still hang onto his frame. You have to think about them making breakfast together in the morning; tubbo's cooking at the counter, something simple and earthy that his son likes, and ranboo is sitting on the table singing silly songs, because he likes to sing and tubbo likes his singing and he's banned from ever touching the stove, anyway. Ranboo sings a lot, actually. His voice his really nice, he's got a massive vocal range, and he doesnt need to worry about being heard anymore. Sometimes he sings so pretty tubbo can't help but kiss the notes out of his mouth, which is most times than not. Tubbo keeps building and he keeps inventing. Not only explosives, even though they're fun, because he doesn't need aggression or power. Sometimes it's just a modified pair of shears, because tommy's hands hurt sometimes but the sheep still need shearing. Sometimes it's a new chessboard, tiny and small, made for inexperienced little hands. sometimes its a cup with a way taller lid and a built in straw, so ranboo can drink his tea with him in the evenings without burning the corners of his mouth.

They drink tea in front of the fire, and ranboo reads a book outloud so they can both enjoy it. Their voice sounds like singing even when they aren't. Tubbo chimes in to do silly voices for all the characters, and to guess how the story will go - he's almost never right, but he's always funny.

Later, when they stumble in their bed, tired and happy and sappy and content, only laughter can be heard.