𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒"

12 ━━☆⌒*. Tired.. ( 1/2 )

- ,, art doesn't belong to me ,, -

genre: fluff | tw? p!lls

characters: tubbo, tommy, and ranboo 

extra: micheal 

we don't date these things anymore.

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snowy afternoons were sometimes the best, sometimes wasn't. sure, the day before the four went out to play in the snow and it turned out it was really fun, but tubbo got sick during that. now, stuck in bed, reading while ranboo and tommy took care of micheal. not that tubbo wasn't fine with that, but he knew micheal could be a handful at times and it kinda makes him feel guilty.

tubbo sniffed,  marking his page in the book he was reading then put it on the shelf and stretched then hissed a bit. everything was hurting so much. he flopped back into the pillow, groaning. then tommy walked in with a bowl of soup.

"hey tubs, you doin' alright?" he asked, walking over and sitting down at the end of the bed. tubbo picked up his head and looked at the blonde, squinting a bit.

"m'tired..and everything hurts, toms." the brunette answered, with a bit of a croak in his voice.

"oh..i'm sorry tubs, ranboo said that your meds are coming in later though. for now i made you some soup!" 

tubbo smiled slightly. "thanks toms." he sat up and tommy gave him the soup.

"anytime, mate," tommy hopped down, "also if you wanna know how micheal is — ranboo is having quite a time with him. i'll go help him. feel better tubs." tommy says, kissing his forehead, then walking out.

"alright, thanks toms!" tubbo said before eating his soup, sighing. after eating, he decided to read again. then sometime later, ranboo came to check on him.

"hey tubbo, your meds came." ranboo said, walking in and sitting down at the end of his bed.

"hey ranboo, thanks." tubbo put down his book and ranboo handed him the meds and a bottle  of water.

"your welcome!" ranboo pat his head. tubbo sneezed and ranboo flinched a bit. "bless you-"

"thanks-uh sorry." tubbo opened his meds and took two, putting them in his mouth and washing them down with some water.

"it's fine, how are you doing?" ranboo asked, playing with his hands.

"uh-im doing fine, i guess. just ehm, tired. everything is slowly starting stop hurting."tubbo responded, taking another sip of his water.

"i guess that's good. alright, tell you what. when me and tommy get micheal to sleep, we'll come cuddle you, sound good?" 

"and how will you do that?"

"simple. you." ranboo said, getting up and walking out.

"i-damn okay."

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