They're back... (Bench trio)

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by stup1db00ks

by stup1db00ks

Ranboo was having quite an uneventful day so far, his best friends had left the house as soon as they woke up, to collect some food. (Guys help there's a moth in my room ;-;) The tall Enderman hadn't seen his friends in countless hours, it was suspicious to him, as the two wouldn't normally be out for more than an hour. The house was quiet, Ranboo cleaning while humming to tunes, it was calm. Calm, until he heard the door fly open, standing in the doorway was Tommy, he was out of breath and had bruises covered all over him, carrying an unconscious Tubbo. "Ranboo! Where's the first-aid kit!?" Tommy screamed. "Tommy! what the hell happened? But it's in the bottom drawer in the bathroom." Ranboo sighed, worriedly. "Thanks, but um, Dream and Schlatt... their back..."

"WHAT?" Ranboo screamed. Tommy covered his ears, startled from the sudden noise. "Jeez Ranboo, calm down." Tommy said, pulling his hands away from his ears.
"Wait! We need to look after tubbo, he's literally passed out in your arms, Tommy." I said. God, how did I forget about Tubbo? I'm a horrible husband. Tommy started walking up the stairs, I followed. We finally reached me and Tubbo's room, after about 5 minutes of walking. Tommy placed Tubbo on the huge bed in the middle of the room and sat beside him, playing with his hair, as he could see Tubbo's eyes slowly flutter open. "Ranboo, could you get me first aid kit please?" Tommy asked, 'why was he being so peaceful? A question that wasn't made for me to answer. Still, Tommy's normally so loud and chaotic, but for him to be peaceful and comforting? Weird.' "Ranboo? RANBOO" Tommy yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Sorry Tommy, I was thinking, I'll go grab the first aid kit now." I walked to the bathroom connected to the bedroom, I swung the door open and immediately dashed to the set of chestnut brown draws, 'I remember why we got those draws, Tubbo wanted them because they were the same colour as his hair. 'Wait, why am I thinking about him now? God damnit Ranboo, your husband is crucially hurt, and your just thinking about him, god.' I opened the draws, and pulled out a small box full of bandages, pills, other medical stuff.

I stepped out the bathroom into the bedroom, I ran towards my best friend and husband cuddled up to each-other just chatting. I smiled, seeing Tommy so peaceful and careful around Tubbo, just because he was hurt, made me happy.
"Where did they hurt you?" I said worriedly. "Ranboo you don't have to care for us, would you mind going downstairs to make sure they don't come here?" Tommy said, taking the first-aid kit out of my hands. "Yeah sure, did they follow you?"
"I think so." I sighed weakly, got up from the bed, and walked out the bedroom door.

Tommy's POV
I opened up the first aid kit, as I watched Ranboo quietly strut out the bedroom door. (Ranboo the fashion icon)
I softly picked up Tubbo's arm which was laid down carefully on the bed beside us, and rapped it in a bandage. "Hey Tubs?" I asked, Tubbo hummed in response. "Remember when I said we should run away from here, from the Dream smp, you know start over" I sighed, and smiled at Tubbo "are you saying we-" I cut him off with a single word "Yeah."

Proud, very proud. Pls pretend strawberry milkshakes doesn't exist I rlly hate that one shot ;-;
I'll be writing a part 2 don't worry :]
Word count (including A/N): 611