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Sometimes Ranboo likes his downtime.
His time to relax and be alone for a bit, even though it made part of him ache, he knew he needed to work on that, for the sake of his mental health.
Sure it wasn't great to be so codependent on his friends, but really, could you blame him?
So here he was, trying to relax on the couch by himself, alone in the den with the TV playing some movie he doesn't give two shits about and internally mourning his best friends who are quite literally one room away from him.
Man, he really owes Tommy an apology for calling him clingy all those times...
He let out a sudden 'oof' as a weight landed on top of him where he was sprawled out over the couch.
He huffed, raising an eyebrow as Tommy shifted around sleepily, getting comfortable and snuggling into the olders chest. He tried not to let his amusement and fondness show on his expression.
Maybe he didn't need to apologize after all.
"Whatcha' doing, toms?"
Tommy peeked out from where his face was buried in his best friends shirt with half-lidded blue eyes, "Getting fucken' comfy, wha's it look like I'm doin'?" He slurred out tiredly.
Ranboo softened slightly, well aware the boy was probably up late editing and exhausted. He ran a hand through the blonds hair with a fond sigh, Tommy always got extra clingy when he was sleepy.
"Alright, darlin'," Ranboo muttered softly, "you do that"
Tommy gave a soft huff into the olders shirt that made Ranboo grin, he rubbed circles onto Tommy's back gently, lulling him further to sleep.
This is exactly what he needed, his clingy little brother stabbing bony elbows into his ribs and clawing at his shirt to get as close as humanly possible. His little brother that somehow always knew when he needed him, who was as endearing as he was funny and loud.
Ranboo sighed, content and feeling more whole than he had when he was alone.
He scuffled around the coffee table for a moment and grabbing the remote– that's just barley in his reach– and turning the volume down lower, putting on 'Home' instead of the stupid fucking' Netflix original movie he'd put on in the background earlier, and watched as Tommy's face twitched into a small, sleepy smile.
(Tommy loved this movie, and by association, Ranboo had grown quite fond of it as well)
The older grinned lazily as he curled an arm around Tommy's waist, his little brother easily melting into his chest, golden curls tucked under Ranboo's chin.
"You can sleep you know, toms," Ranboo murmured softly as Oh showed up on screen and the boy pried his eyes back opened. Tommy hummed noncommittally.
"Mm, fuck you boob boy"
Ranboo sighed fondly, running a large hand through the boys soft, fluffy curls and grinning smugly when Tommy absolutely melted into the touch, putty in his hands. His little brother boneless in his arms.
"Just go to sleep, chickadee, stop fighting it," Ranboo mumbled, batting a hand lightly at Tommy's face just to annoy him.
As predicted, Tommy scowled, trying to bite the hand on his face as Ranboo jerked it away quickly with a startled laugh. The blond glared up at him.
"You're a bitch," Tommy stated matter-of-factly, "and an asshole. And a wanker, and a dou–"
Ranboo flicked his nose with a teasing grin, effectively cutting him off into indignant sputtering.
"Go the hell to sleep Tommy"
"You fucken' bastard–!"
The older simply cupped the back of Tommy's neck, trailing his hand back into the mess of his little brother's golden fluff. Tommy's mouth audibly clicked shut as he leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering.
"I know," Ranboo muttered sarcastically, scratching gently at the boy's scalp with long fingers, "I'm the worst"
Tommy hummed, sounding almost like a purr as he pushed his head further into Ranboo's hand, "So long as you're aware"
"Oh I am, don't you worry"
The blond nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer, and laid his head back down, burrowing his face into Ranboo's hoodie collar and tightening his arms around the older middle.
Ranboo smiled softly into his little brother's hair, keeping one hand buried into his curls and the other securely around his waist.
"Glad we got that sorted out, birdie," Ranboo rumbled softly, twirling a curl around his finger.
Tommy only grumbled into his neck, burrowing impossibly closer.
The brunet simply hummed mildly and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and spreading it out over the both of them.
And, as Tommy's breaths evened out, Ranboo couldn't help but clutch his little brother a bit tighter. Protective. These were his favorite moments, spent with his pseudo-baby brother while a animated movie plays on the TV screen.
Don't get him wrong, he absolutely loves spending time with Tubbo, nothing could beat having his two best friends in the world beside him, doing something horribly stupid that they'll definitely get scolded for later. The laughing and the dumb ideas they made were some of the most fun he's ever had.
But there's something different about this. Tubbo hates being touched so he doesn't really get to do this with him, so when his other, youngest brother turned out to have the same love language as him, he practically buzzed with excitement.
His brothers.
He pressed his face into the gold tucked under his chin and closed his eyes contentedly, smiling against the youngers scalp.
His adorable, sweet, funny, chaotic, dumbass little brother that he wouldn't trade for the world.
"I love you, my lovely baby brother"
Tommy snuggled closer.