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Tubbo gets sick and make it angst 😇

This one is also beeduo sorry guys lol i just rlly like writing ab them :: also im trying to find a prompt where its more angst on ranboo's side than tubbo's its just been difficult cuz its so ez with tubbo Man 😔 his character can be so sad sometimes which leaves more room for opportunity hope u guys understand 👍 :) lol

Also my apologies this one isn't one of my best i kinda just thought of the prompt & went with it, & ive always wanted to try & write a sick fic soo uhh yeah ok bye

TW/CW: flu/sickness, mentioned vomiting
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Ranboo thinks it began on the day Tubbo slept in, because Tubbo never sleeps in.

Every day without miss, Tubbo woke up at 6 am on the dot despite the winter's late sunrises. He told Ranboo that it made him more productive, especially if he'd gone to sleep at a decent time, it meant he could make use of the full day and all the sunlight it had to offer. It was more inspiring if anything, and Ranboo couldn't recall a single time where he'd ever slept in past the time (despite not being able to recall a lot of things, this was one he was sure of).

Because every morning as the alarm clock blared, Tubbo would sit up in bed and carefully, lightly tap Ranboo's shoulder until he was pulled from his sleep. Tubbo had insisted they do some type of morning exercises to help with Ranboo's memory. Tubbo would touch the tips of his fingers to Ranboo's, holding his hands in his own as he repeated certain phrases about who they were, the little family they had, their surroundings, etc.

And they were helpful. At first Ranboo wished Tubbo would at least wake him up for them at a more reasonable time, but once they'd picked up a routine it was like clockwork. They were both used to it, Ranboo even more so.

And so, that was why Ranboo was practically startled awake by his ever-so-small piglin son climbing up onto his bed telling him, "Boo! Boo! Wake up! The sun is up!" instead of the alarm clock or Tubbo.

He blinked away the sleepiness in confusion as someone beside him kicked away their duvet hastily. "Shit." Tubbo cursed as Ranboo blearily read their bedside clock that said, '9 am'.

Ranboo could only fall back onto his pillow without a second thought, dazed and still tired.

The day continued on like nothing had happened. Tubbo woke Ranboo for their daily exorcizes, and it continued on like any other. Truthfully, Ranboo had almost forgotten that the event even happened. It made much more sense when he looked back on it a week later a few pages back in his journal.

Things only seemed to get worse from that day on. Ranboo noticed how Tubbo would sniffle after every sentence, pawing at his eyes as if he was forcing himself to stay awake. He hadn't thought much of it, not until Tubbo was shoving tissues up his nostrils with flushed cheeks as he bent over some sort of machine he was working on in one of the basements of the mansion.

"You feeling okay? You seem a little congested—" Ranboo went to say as he leaned over the smaller boy's shoulder.

"I'm fine. Hand me that wrench?" Tubbo would respond, motioning to a tool across the table and brushing Ranboo's concerns off. Tubbo always seemed to do that, especially when they were about himself.

On the third day, the two husbands along with their son were sat at their dining room table having lunch. Over stew and cooked beef, Ranboo had made Tubbo laugh so hard that he broke out into a fit of coughs that sounded painful. He winced at the sound, and couldn't help himself when he felt concerned for Tubbo once again.