#Ranboo My Beloved

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ranboo in outfits from my Pinterest feed - pt 1 !!

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Sorry boys Rambo in a suit possessed me bro

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☆Ranboo's★

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oh! ranboo creature

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Tubbo: Tell Tommy about the birds and the bees.

Ranboo: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

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this reminds me of my old style from 3 years ago it looks just like it

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Watching MCC pride be like

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These are the 2 most best outfits I have ever seen Ranboo wear. Nothing can beat these

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Quick drawing of The Guy

(pls give me inspiration idk what to draw)

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Quick ranboo doodle before I suddenly explode into flames unannounced (click for better quality)

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Ring of Light

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He go 👉👈

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Mabuheyyyy! sorry for the bad grammar, I'm writing this whilst in the ER lmao. May I please request Ranboo x NB/Male reader where reader is a well-known volleyball player from their university (idk how other countries treat their college sports, but in the Philippines we're really passionate about the University vs University sports where the players are basically celebrities).

Basically, reader gets interviewed after a game and the question "what was your most memorable game" was brought up. They recount their first out of school game in high school where they lost because someone from the other team kept winking and flirting with them. Boobers connect the dots as a joke, and reader makes a "oh shit, maybe?" kind of comment about it.

This this this this Are you okay though???

Pairing: CC!Ranboo x Male!Reader

Interesting Interview

“Congratulations on another spectacular win!” The interviewer says, shaking your hand.

You just grin, still flush with victory. Your volleyball game had just happened, and your team barely made it out with the win. The narrow games were both the best and the worst.

“How do you feel about how you played today?”

“We won, so pretty great!”

The interviewer laughs, looking at their camera. Really, you loved the interviews. That was probably part of the reason why you were one of the better-known players on your team. You took most interviews offered to you, short and long.

“I bet! You’ve been playing volleyball for a long time, right?”

“Oh yeah, since I was little. My parents had a net set up in the backyard and I just picked up a ball and started playing.”

That was pretty common knowledge which mean the interviewer had another question planned. Part of the thrill of the interviews was seeing what questions you’d be asked and if any of them would be new.

“So, you’ve played on a lot of teams. Which one has been your favorite?”

“If I don’t say this one, I’ll get kicked off.” You joke. “Seriously though, this one. Practices might be hard but there’s a great sense of community and I love all my teammates.”

Besides, who wouldn’t want to be on a winning team?

From the corner of your eye, you can see someone motion at the interviewer to hurry it up. Your coach probably wanted to go over the game with the team like he often did. The after-game interviews never lasted long.

“Do you have a favorite game you’ve played?”

“Whenever I win.”

The interviewer laughs. “Most memorable then.”

You’re about to repeat your previous answer when you hesitate. There was a game you couldn’t forget, even if it wasn’t because you won. Hell, you actually lost!

“I used to play on my high school volleyball team. In the first game at another school, there was a guy on the other team whose strategy was to try and distract us.”

“Distract you?”

“By winking.” You nod, laughing as you recall the conversations exchanged. “And flirting really badly.”

If you’re remembering correctly, he asked if you “came here often.” Instead of ignoring him you responded, throwing his tactic back in his face by saying “only for the balls.” It was the funniest game you’ve ever played and probably ever will play.

The craziest part was his banter fucking worked! By the end of the game, you were a little flustered and your team had been thoroughly distracted.

“That does sound memorable.” The interviewer agrees. “Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions!"

“Of course, it’s my pleasure.” You say honestly.

“Have a good day!”

“You too!” With the interview over, you head off.

You really should be thinking about the game. How you played, what you could do better. But the interview’s thrown you off like never before. Normally you're good at not spending time thinking about interviews which was why your coach didn't mind them.

Yet here you were. As your coach talks about something, you’re too busy thinking of that guy at your high school game to even hear what he’s saying. The guy you never even learned the name of.

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Your Twitter is blowing up. You had quite a lot of followers before, but you’ve gained almost ten thousand overnight. There are even more people tweeting at you or tagging you in posts! It’s like you’re experiencing fame, part two. And the reason for it all?

The question you answered last night. Your most memorable game.

Apparently, fans of some streamer called Ranboo thought he was your flirting volleyball guy. Or at least that’s what the Twitter trending description said.

The first thing you do is make a tweet stating you have no idea who Ranboo is, but for all you know, it could actually be him. The second thing you do is try to find his face somewhere. Yeah, that one’s a bit more difficult. Turns out he’s faceless, or something like that.

You didn’t think answering an interview question would land you in a Twitter mess, but here you were. Number one on trending in the United States, rapidly gaining followers, and so confused. Confused but a little hopeful.

Twitter was known for finding people, but what were the odds it found a guy who you jokingly flirted with years ago? Apparently pretty high.

Opening Twitter again, you think about maybe sending a message to Ranboo. He had three million Twitter followers, but you were verified and currently trending with him. There was a high chance of him seeing it. But what if Twitter was wrong? What if you're about to embarrass yourself to a total stranger?

As you contemplate it, a notification appears in your messages. It’s almost like someone just read your mind with how perfect the timing is.

It’s Ranboo, verified check mark and all. His message is short, but it makes you split into a grin all the same.

Three words:

Come here often?

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y’all ever just *explodes and dies*

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THE CUTIE<3

=reblogs and follows really appreciated!=