ethereal
/ɪˈθɪərɪəl/
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𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
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extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
This is a 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤
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꒰ 💌 ꒱ ♡ ༘°
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no┊ shi...
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about: Tubbo isn't feeling well...thankfully Tommy is there to help
Just some fluff UwU
Tw// swearing
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Tubbo's eyes opened, as he slowly woke up. His eyes scanned the room, before he out of habit, reached for his phone. When he couldn't reach it, he sighed and sat up, immediately groaning. His head was pounding, and his throat hurt. He made an annoyed whining sound before he got out of bed.
He walked slowly towards his door, but the longer he walked the more tired he felt, his head feeling like it might explode. He opened the door and made his way through the hall. Why does it feel like I haven't slept in 50 years? He thought to himself as he stretched his arms towards the wall in case he needed support. Is this how fucking Technoblade feels? He chuckled to himself as he finally made it to the kitchen where Tommy was sat at the table, drinking tea and doing something on his phone.
"Hi Tommy.." Tubbo said in a low raspy voice. The blonde frowned as he looked away from his phone and was now staring at his best friend. "What the fuck?...you good?" He asked, chuckling after finishing the last word. The shorter brunette only rolled his eyes, taking a tea kettle (drē) and started filling it with water.
"yeah I'm gr-great" Said Tubbo, turning around to face Tommy, who had a very unimpressed look splattered on his face. Tubbo only let out a small laugh, regretting it instantly as his throat hurt.
Tommy didn't miss the fast look of discourage on the short boy's face, and he immediately stood up, walking over to him. "Hey Tubbo, come 'ere." He said, as he placed his hand on Tubbo's forehead. The blonde's eyes widened. "Tubbo you're literally burning." He said in a loud voice, making the shorter boy wince. "Shit, sorry-" Tommy apologized in a lower voice. "I'm fine Tommy. Just a cold." Replied Tubbo, but Tommy wasn't having it. He scooped the shorter on of the ground, and began carrying him to his room. "This- this is unnecessary-"
"It's not just a cold Tubbo." Said Tommy, as he placed Tubbo on his bed. "Stay here, I'll make some soup." Said Tommy, already walking out of the door. He's going to burn down the whole goddamn house... Tubbo thought.
His eyelids started to feel heavier, and heavier, until he gave up, and fell asleep.
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"Hey..Tubs..wake up buddy. I got your soup." A whisper awoke Tubbo. He slowly opened his eyes, somehow feeling worse than before. His head felt like it was smacked with a shovel and his throat was raspy.
Tommy helped his brunette friend sit up, and tried to give him the bowl, only for Tubbo to decline it.
"Wa..it...I don't...I don't think I ca-n lift..it." Said Tubbo in a raspy voice, not wanting to risk letting go of the bowl and spilling the hot liquid on himself. Tommy thankfully understood.
"Guess I gotta feed you now." He said with a chuckle, making Tubbo roll his eyes but still smile.
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After about ten minutes, Tubbo ate roughly half of it. At least he got a bit of it.
Tubbo was now laid on the blonde's chest, even after protesting, because he didn't want Tommy to get sick.
The shorter's eyelids started to get heavy again, so he only buried his face in the blonde's chest, listening to his heartbeat, and eventually falling asleep.
