! FLUFF !
(EDIT: Me and my crew don't makes these stories! we put the person who made these stories in the description, they are from ao3!!)
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The sound of the front door closing echoed down the hallway to signify Tubbo's return home. Ranboo had sent the boy into town to fetch a carton of milk an hour earlier and, getting lost in streaming, hadn't noticed just how much time had passed.
Ranboo paid no mind to his arrival; he could check on him after closing his stream. He wanted to act professional and not worry any viewers if Tubbo had just decided to take a detour. He often did; Tubbo had a bad relationship with money and had a habit of buying things he didn't need, especially at the grocery store.
Tongue sticking out under his mask, Ranboo continued to push his avatar further down the tunnel, mining absently in search of precious ores. He collected 5 blocks of gold and 3 of iron before he heard a thud from further down the hall.
His brows furrowed as he paused the game and lifted his headphones. "Tubbo?"
Upon no response, he excused himself. Blocking himself into the wall and pausing the stream, he threw himself off his chair and hurried to the source of the sound. On the floor was Tubbo, the carton of milk tipped at his side.
"Tubbo? Tubbo, are you okay?" he called frantically. He scurried to put the milk away before returning to Tubbo. Two hands on his sides, he lifted the boy off the ground and into the nearest seat. The boy's hair was wet and matted to his forehead, cheeks a violent pink to contrast the rest of his white skin. His lids fluttered heavily, as if they weighed fifteen tons, and as Ranboo cradled his face in his hands, tears started to brim them and streak down his blush.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed.
"No, no, no, no," Ranboo whispered, wiping the tears with his thumbs. "Nothing to be sorry for Tubs. I'm so sorry I sent you out. Just-" he paused, looking behind him towards the streaming room. "Stay here for a second and I'll be right back to take care of you, okay? Okay."
Tubbo couldn't say anything in protest; he simply hummed and let himself fall back against the comfortable couch as his roommate took off. Ranboo unmuted his microphone and pulled it toward his face once he had arrived at his desk again.
"I'm so sorry for ending this stream early," he apologized. Immediately the chat flooded with concern for Tubbo. "Tubbo's a little sick so I'm going to take care of him. He'll be just fine, it might have just been the heat. But- But thank you. Thanks. I'll go now but thanks for watching!"
He ended the stream and closed the Twitch tab before practically sprinting back to the foyer where Tubbo no longer was. Just before he called his name, the nauseating sound of him vomiting echoed from the bathroom.
Ranboo hurried to fill up a glass with ice water then sprinted back to the bathroom. He sat beside him at the toilet, rubbing slow circles in his back to help get everything up. Tubbo whined in pain as he pulled back, accepting the cup Ranboo offered and frantically gulping down every sip.
"You okay?" he asked gently, and when Tubbo nodded tiredly, he copied to himself. "Come on, let's get you washed up."
Tubbo reluctantly accepted Ranboo's assistance to his feet and flushed the toilet, watching him shut the door behind them and turn on the showerhead. Having a track record of poor sleeping patterns, Tubbo kept a collapsing chair under the sink for exhausted days; Ranboo pulled it out and set it up under the water for the boy to relax in.
Tubbo started to lift his shirt, then looked back at Ranboo and paused. Noticing the boy's hesitance, Ranboo spoke.
"Is this okay? Can I wash you?" He bit his lip in anxiety. "I won't look, I just- I want to take care of you. Make sure you don't get hurt."
