Only You | Ranboo x Reader (SEQUEL TO WRONG NUMBER)

~Your POV~
*Couple weeks later now again oops*

"I'm sad." Ranboo said.

"I am too." I sighed.

We'd finally gone home, all our friends from the UK were back where they were. Well- Aimsey was still in Florida for some reason. We had gone to Florida for a bit, and met up with Karl and Sapnap! It was exciting! But now, we were back in the town we called home. Currently, we were hanging out at Cian's house. Maybe I should call it my house for now, since I'd be living here for a while..

"I'm really going to miss Aimsey..." I sighed.

"I'm going to, too. Him, Tubbo, Freddie, Tommy, Will, and everyone else... But, with us starting our VISA processes, it shouldn't be too much longer until we see them again." Ranboo added.

"I really hope you're right," I said.

"Well hey, for now, we can just focus on possibly moving out for even just a few months~" Ranboo smiled sadly.

"Yeahh, I'm excited for the possibility of moving out with you!" I smiled.

"I really hope that all works out... I don't want to constantly go to Cian's house to hang out–" Ranboo laughed awkwardly. I laughed a bit too.

"I HEARD THAT ASSHOLE!" Cian yelled from their room. Ranboo and I just laughed.

"I didn't miss that. Jesus, these walls are thin–" Ranboo said.

"Yeah, they are. So watch what you say, because if not, you'll be lectured by Cian!" I joked. I immediately heard Cian's door open.

"Speaking of a lecture, here he comes!" Ranboo said. Right on que, the door bursted open.

"If I hear one more thing about me from this room, you're being kicked out Y/N!" Cian threatened, hopefully as a joke–

"Aw come on, Ci! You wouldn't do that to me!" I said.

"Oh fuck yeah I would! Plus, you're already planning to ditch me, so it wouldn't matter!" Cian said.

"It would matter, since we don't have a place to move into yet!" I answered.

"Then get to work on that!" Cian said, then proceeded to leave us, leaving the door open.

"Close the door, you prick!" I said.

"Never!" Cian said. I sighed and just laughed. He's like the sibling I never had.

"Who's getting it?" I asked, looking over at Ranboo.

"I've got it," Ranboo said, getting up and closing it. Ranboo walked back over to the bed and sat down again. (I'm too lazy to go above and add they were laying on a bed. If at any point this chapter makes no sense, I apologize. it's currently 12 AM, I'm running on sugar and listening to LA Devotee on repeat. How's everyone's day/night going?)

"Thank you my beloved," I said.

"My beloved? That's new–" Ranboo said. (I call Katie this almost once a day bc she's my platonic wife <3)

"You can thank Twitter." I said.

"That explains it–" Ranboo laughed. There was a moment of silence. "Y'know, they've got a point,"

"Wha– Who and why?" I asked.

"Cian...?" Ranboo said. I immediately facepalmed while Ranboo starting laughing. "YOU'RE WORSE THAN MY CANON CHARACTER WITH THE MEMORY!"

"SHUT UP, I'M FORGETFUL AS FUCK, ESPECIALLY AFTER BEING JETLAGGED!" I said.

"And this is why I love you," Ranboo smiled, kissing me cheek. I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, alright, I hate to agree with both you and Cian, but you two do have a point. If we want Cian to stop acting like our sibling, we should probably get to work on finding a place," I said.

"THAT IS THE BEST COMPLIMENT YOU HAVE EVER GIVEN ME, Y/N!" Cian yelled.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP EAVESDROPPING ON US!" I yelled back.

"NEVER!" Cian yelled. I rolled my eyes, while Ranboo just laughed again.

"Well then, shall we start searching for a house to move into?" Ranboo asked.

"I guess so," I said. I got up and went to my computer, turning on a monitor. "So, what do we want with the house?"

"I don't really care, just as long as it has two rooms," Ranboo said. I looked at him with a confused look.

"Why two rooms?-" I asked. I'm the stupidest person ever.

"So that... One of us has... An office?" Ranboo said, seeming so confused. Immediately, I just banged my head against my desk.

"WHYAMIACTUALLYSOFUCKINGSTUPID–" I yelled. Ranboo was just dying laughing.

"WHAT ELSE DID YOU THINK I MEANT?" Ranboo yelled.

"ONE WORD: CHILDREN." I responded.

"WHY WOULD I WANT KIDS AT 18??" Ranboo asked.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, IT'S YOU!" I yelled.

"WHA- WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" Ranboo asked, still dying.

"EXACTLY!" I yelled, trying to avoid the topic now as I was just looking for a decent website for houses.

"My God..." Ranboo laughed. Good, he wasn't continuing the topic– "Hey Y/N, could I ask a pretty serious question relating to this topic?" FUCK.

"Oh God, what is it..." I said, very scared.

"How do you even feel about kids?" Ranboo asked.

"thiS IS A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER TIME FOR WHEN WE'VE GOT MORE PRIVACY–" I said. (Two things. First: I'm expecting most people in these comments to be all like "I fucking hate kids" or something stupid like "I want to bunt every child like a football–" uh yeah. I'm not expecting many people to want children– AND NOW, TWO: If Y/N and Ranboo were to have children in this book {somewhat likely, with how this book will have multiple endings} they'd all be adopted because yes. I'm not continuing this topic.)

"UNDERSTANDABLE–" Ranboo responded.

"NOW- HOUSE HUNTING TIME?" I asked.

"HOUSE HUNTING TIME–" Ranboo said.

"I really hope us moving won't turn into Phasmaphobia." I said.

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" Ranboo asked.

"One word: Tubbo falling down the stairs, you choking on air." I said.

"That- Was definitely not one word." Ranboo said.

"Shut the fuck up and help me find houses." I said.

"On it!" Ranboo said.

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hi welcome to Chill- Wait wrong thing.

HI WELCOME BACK TO HELL
...I don't think that was it either- OH WELL

Hi it's currently 12:30 AM, I don't feel tired and I'm hyper if anything. i have school in around 7 hours and I plan on writing the next chapter right after this. HOW'S EVERYONE DOING

idk what else to add, sO WELP👋 I THINK THAT'LL BE THE CHAPTER FOR THE TIME BEING! I hope you all liked it! And as always, I love you! Be sure to eat a full meal, stay hydrated, stay amazing, stay alive ||-// and bye for now!! <3

~ Velvet

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