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Ranboo huffed, trying to distract himself from the fuzzy pull at the back of his mind. Wilbur was coming today! He was coming, and they were going to all hang out at Tubbo’s and maybe go into town, and it was going to be great. But, in order to do that he had to stay big.
He had tried to hide the fact he was feeling little at all from Tubbo, though given how the older was treating him he had a feeling he knew he was teetering on the edge between the two headspaces. It had been a week since Ranboo had had his ‘clingy small day’ and Ranboo had felt more relaxed than he had in months. Sure, he was embarrassed to have been so attached for the entire day, but Tubbo laughed it off and called him adorable for it. Ranboo protested at that, blushing and hiding in his blanket because he was not going to start feeling little two days in a row because Tubbo was teasing him .
But Wilbur had said he’d been wanting to come out to the seaside and do a bit of recording that weekend, and he’d be free later in the day to chill, so of course, they had to hang out.
He had pulled out his Rubik’s cube, doing and undoing it over and over again mindlessly while watching Phil’s stream Tubbo had put on in the background. Tubbo had been eyeing him all day, which means that Ranboo hadn’t been doing a very good job at hiding the fact he felt a bit floaty.
It made sense, he had been feeling a bit fuzzy ever since last night, but he wasn’t small! He was sure he wasn’t going to be small today because then they wouldn’t be able to go out and do all the fun things they had planned. Tubbo had taken care of him last night, getting out his toys and letting Ranboo curl up sleepily on the couch with cartoons, but not needing to bring out anything like his sippy cup or more specific toys. And this morning he had still been feeling that little bit of clumsy fuzziness in his mind.
He had spilt the milk a little when trying to poor it for his cereal, and Tubbo had taken over it, though Ranboo just blamed it on being half asleep still, “Not little, Tubbo.” And he was struggling a little bit to get through his usual daily tasks, fumbling on his computer more than usual, forgetting where he set things down right after, and when he had gone to get ready he kept changing his shirt. The material felt too rough, but anything soft made him feel smaller and he couldn’t do that either. It was annoying, and Ranboo just wanted things to go right.
Tubbo came back over to him from across the room where he had been tidying up, his teddy he had brought from home in his hands. “Here.”
Ranboo couldn’t stop the pout, letting his frustration at feeling little seep into his voice. “I already told you, I’m not little right now. I don’t need-”
Tubbo raised his eyebrows, keeping the stuffed animal held out. “All the other plushies are behind you in the corner. I just want them to all be together so that it isn’t as cluttered when Wil gets here.”
He looked behind him, seeing the growing pile of stuffed animals in a basket next to the couch. Oh, Ranboo thought to himself. That- that makes sense. He looked back to Tubbo and took the plush with a mumbled apology.
“It’s okay, I get it. I’ve been on you about it a bit today. Sorry,” Tubbo said with a small sympathetic smile. “I just didn’t want you to think you had to be big today just because Wilbur was coming or anything.”
Ranboo nodded, even though he felt like a hypocrite doing so. Tubbo had hit the nail on its head, but he didn’t need to know that. “I know. Sorry I’ve been moody with you too. It just, I don’t know. It’s hard to explain right now. I’m excited for Wilbur to get here,” That was the truth at least, he really was excited to have Wilbur coming over. “But I’m don’t need to be little today. I want to be able to go and hang out and stuff, like normal.”
Tubbo held up a hand, “First that’s okay to have been moody, though I do appreciate you apologizing for it Boo. I’m excited for Wilbur to get here too, it shouldn’t be too long now, but you’re allowed to be little even when you don’t ‘need to’. Wilbur would love hanging out with little you, he hasn’t really had a chance to in person before. It could be really fun for everyone. Being small isn’t weird either. I know you don’t think it’s weird when Tommy or I regress, so I don’t want you to think any different about yourself.” He rebutted with a pacifying look. Ranboo didn’t have the heart to fight him about it right now, though he could hear Tubbo’s signature baby voice at the end of his vowels.
“I know- I, I know. It’s,” Ranboo stuttered, clearing his throat and giving himself a second to get his thoughts more together. He’d skip over how he viewed his own regression, not wanting to get into that type of a serious conversation on what was meant to be such a carefree and fun day. “ I want to be able to go out though. We already talked about going to the arcade and the beach and stuff. I want to be big today.”
Tubbo nodded, noting that Ranboo had subconsciously tucked the teddy to his chest rather than putting it in the pile with the others. “That’s alright too, I just don’t want you forcing yourself.” He hummed before heading into the kitchen to make sure everything was put in its proper place. Ranboo sunk into the back of the couch with a sigh. He wasn’t forcing himself, well, okay he was, but it was just because he really didn’t want to be little today! It wasn’t a bad thing, he didn’t need to feel small right now, so there was no harm in him making himself be big for one day.
He found himself zoning out, rubbing his fingers along the soft fur on his teddy, and looking at the TV. It was Phil in his hardcore world. Just something calming and mostly there to fill the quiet. He isn’t sure how long he stayed there, but when he came back into focus there were voices from behind the kitchen door. They were mumbled, but Ranboo could make out exactly who it was.
“Wilbur!” He said, shooting up from the couch, absent-mindedly flinging his teddy onto the couch just in time for the other to peek his head around the door. “You’re here. Hi!”
Wilbur let the door fall open the rest of the way, a big smile stretched across his cheeks. “Hey Boo! How’re you doing today?” He asked, opening his arms for the teen to come hug him.
Ranboo didn’t hesitate to oblige, stumbling forward a bit clumsier than he had the mind to care about, and wrapped his arms tightly around Wilbur’s back. It had been a while since he had seen him in person, but with how excited he had been all week he couldn’t help but let it show. “I’m okay. How did everything go on your end? Did you get everything you needed done?”
Ranboo tried to pull back to look at him, but Wilbur just ruffled his hair and shoved Ranboo’s face back into his neck to hug him longer. Ranboo didn’t protest, holding on tighter and letting the cuddle last, even though it made his thoughts foggy. ”Mhm, it all went really well actually. I was just telling Tubbo all about it, but that’s mostly technical talk. How about we go sit down then, and if you want I can tell you about it, or we can change the topic to more fun things.”
Ranboo stretched, once again moving to let go of Wilbur. “Okay, sounds good. We can talk about whatever you want, I’m fine with- Woah!” Ranboo felt Wilbur shift around him, and then his feet were off the ground, instinctually wrapping around Wilbur’s waist and his arms flying to hold him around his neck. What was- oh. Oh. Ranboo could see the smile Tubbo gave him from over Wilbur’s shoulder before he felt his cheeks go bright red and decided he would much rather hide in Wilbur’s neck. Oh.
The fuzzy feeling that had been lingering at the edge of his mind pushed forward, taking over every thought reminding him that he had been wanting to be big. Oh. He- he didn’t have any hope to pull himself out of this now, he realized. It had only taken a split second for his brain to entirely shut down, leaving him feeling absolutely tiny in the arms of the older man. He was carrying him like he was an actual baby.
Wilbur effortlessly walked them over to the couch, plopping them down and chuckling at Ranboo’s reaction. “Awe, what’s wrong Boo? I heard that you had Tubbo carry you the other day, and I wanted to try it for myself. You just wanted uppies, right? Needed someone big and strong like me to come give you uppies?”
A whine built up in Ranboo’s throat, and he didn’t try to hold it back. This wasn’t fair, they were conspiring against him! Bullying, that was the word. This was bullying. He shifted around, moving his legs to be more comfortable, but not bothering to move off of Wilbur’s lap.
“Are you tiny already? I thought it might at least take a few minutes?” Wilbur asked softly, but Ranboo didn’t need to answer.
Tubbo chimed in from the doorway, “Yeah, I think he’s been feeling spacey all day but he is very persistent that he’s been feeling big. Right, Boo?”
It wasn’t fair, Ranboo decided. He was going to be a big boy today, but Wilbur and Tubbo were being mean. They weren’t wrong, but it was still mean. He shook his head, letting Wilbur pull him back so he could look at him, though Ranboo stayed firmly staring at Wil’s chest. “‘M not tiny.” he managed to squeak out, words suddenly feeling a lot harder to form on his tongue than before.
Wilbur’s head tilted to the side, and Ranboo had to fight the urge to mimic the movement. “You aren’t? You mean you aren’t the absolute tiniest baby I’ve ever seen? An itty bitty baby? So so tiny and small and sweet?”
If Ranboo had gotten a handle on his blush before, it was sent straight back with a vengeance at the teases. He whined again, bouncing slightly and shaking his head. “Not. You’re jus’ meanies.” He decided. If Wilbur was going to tease him, then Ranboo was going to do all he could to fight back against it, and if that meant denying what even he knew was obvious now then so be it.
Wilbur gasped dramatically, a hand flying to his chest making Ranboo giggle at his antics. “Me? I’m being a meanie? That just can’t be. Who could ever be mean to a sweet little baby boy like you? Was it Tubbo? I could take him in a fight too, make him feel small just like you if you wanted.”
Ranboo turned to look at the other teen, who was suddenly having a hard time looking at the duo on the couch. “Me? I wasn’t being mean. And I’m not the baby here Wil, keep focus.”
Wilbur chuckled at that, whispering to Ranboo in a way that didn’t manage to be quiet at all. “Hm, Tubbo says he’s not small Ranboo. I think we can get him to be small, yeah? He’s done a good job taking care of you, but I can take care of two babies at the same time. Do you think Tubbo should get to be little with you?”
Ranboo nodded excitedly. He and Tubbo had regressed together a few times, but Tubbo hadn’t been letting himself recently. Ranboo had called him out for being hypocritical, but unlike himself, Tubbo said he only really did it when he wanted to, not like Ranboo who could feel it coming on. “‘Bo be little too? Wilby take care, please ‘Bo!” He asked, forgetting all about how he was meant to be acting big right now.
Tubbo’s ears tinted pink, and he shuffled on his feet. “Really, that’s not necessary Wilbur. I mean, we had a plan. Get Ranboo to be baby so you could carry him, but I think this might be a little counterproductive. I’m fine being big-”
Wilbur cut Tubbo off, ready to shift Ranboo off his lap if he needed to. “Don’t make me come pick you up too, Tubbo. I will, and you know I can.” He threatened, making Tubbo’s eyes go wide. Ranboo clapped at the idea, “‘Bo get uppies too?”
Tubbo shifted anxiously again, and then Wilbur had set Ranboo on the spot next to him, and was on his way to tower over Tubbo. “Awe, Tubbo, Bubby, it isn’t counterproductive at all. I think you two deserve some little time together, yeah? I think Boo really misses playing with his ‘Bo. Come here, let’s get you all tiny too then.” Wilbur cooed as Tubbo curled up against the door frame.
He hadn’t been expecting this to somehow get turned around on him! Ranboo was clapping on the couch, bouncing and giggling at the show, and Tubbo felt tingles slowly spreading across his mind. “T-this is bullying,” He said in a last-ditch effort, but Wilbur could see every crack and weakness he had built up, ready to bring the cautious hold he had crumbling down like a tower of cards in the wind.
“Bullying? Well, I am pretty good at bullying you all small when needed, aren’t I?” Wilbur teased, crouching down until he was face to face with Tubbo, who still couldn’t manage to look him in the eye. “And I think it’s pretty effective, isn’t it? Feeling teeny tiny, Bug? Come here, I can take care of you both and you don’t need to worry at all. You’ve been doing a really good job taking care of Boo, but you can have a break too.” He said, arms reaching out but letting Tubbo make that final decision. He never got quite as small as some of the others, Ranboo and Tommy both tending to sit at the baby to toddler areas, while the youngest Tubbo ever got was probably the same as one of Tommy’s older ages. He was caving. Wilbur was too powerful for his own good.
“I’m not a baby though,” He whispered under his breath.
Wilbur smiled softly, brushing Tubbo’s hair to the side. “You don’t have to be a baby like Ranboo to get uppies. I can give you all uppies no matter how old you are, even if you’re feeling big.”
And so Tubbo crumbled too, crashing into his headspace, and letting himself fall into Wilbur’s arms all at once. It had been a while, too long, probably, because he felt his eyes watering when the older wrapped his arms around him and lifted him effortlessly.
“So small,” Wilbur whispered in his ear. “Tiny Tubbo, you did such a good job taking care of Boo, but it’s my turn to take care of both of you now,” he said, rubbing a hand up and down Tubbo’s back. And that was really all it took.
Wilbur brought them both over to the couch, letting Tubbo slide off his lap to reach over and get the stuffies. He had Ranboo on one side and Tubbo on the other.
Wilbur decided that their plans would be pushed back another weekend, but he had other things on his mind now. He reached forward, finding the remote and turning Phil’s stream up. “So what do you boys want to do? We can get out your toys, turn on anything you want to watch, and I can order food in for us tonight.”
Tubbo had found his bee plushie, grabbing sitting on the couch and blinking up at Phil. “Um, don’t know.” He muttered, looking over to Boo before reaching back behind the couch and getting out one of their more babyish toys that crinkled for Ranboo, still wanting to take care of the other even when in headspace himself. “We can do what Boo wants.”
Wilbur cast Ranboo a glance, the boy happily accepted the crinkly toy, not paying attention to the two boys’ conversation. “I think Boo is happy as he is, are you sure you don’t have anything in mind Bo? It’s been a while, Buddy.”
Tubbo shifted, looking into a corner of the room next to his desk. “I can color?” He asked, voice pitching up at the end sweetly.
Wilbur nodded big and exaggerated, “Of course Bub, let’s go get your stuff. Do you want to lay over here while you color or we can set you up at your desk?”
“Over here with you and Boo!” He said excitedly, scrambling off the couch and over to a drawer he had under his desk. He pulled out one of his coloring books, it was zoo-themed, and a big pack of crayons. Ranboo’s eyes followed him, smiling and humming when Tubbo waved at him on his way back before he settled on the floor in front of them. Ranboo reached down, tapping Tubbo on the top of his head and giggling to himself before leaning back into Wilbur’s side.
Tubbo smiled up at them, flipping through his book to find an empty page, settling on a lion at a watering hole.
They kept Phil on, just enjoying the downtime for a bit. Tubbo seemed to be making good progress on his picture, and Ranboo was just happy to watch all the pretty colors and crinkle his toy rhythmically. Wilbur asked Tubbo questions every once in a while, not wanting to bother the boy too much since he seemed content as is. “Do you know how old you’re feeling Bubba?”
Tubbo didn’t look up, kicking his legs back and forth behind him. “Around four I think.”
“Oh, that’s good! That’s one of your younger ages, right?”
“Mhm, but not as young as Boo and Tommy can go. I’m a big boy!”
Wilbur chuckled, eyes crinkling with his smile. “Yeah, they can get really little sometimes, but I like taking care of you all even when you’re different ages.”
Tubbo blushed again at that, the boy seemed to do a lot of blushing any time anyone mentioned taking care of him. Wilbur put a mark on that thought for later, something that could be useful or important to talk about depending on what it meant. “Can you think of anything that might sound yummy for dinner tonight? I’m just going to order something in, but since you’re a big boy you can help me choose.”
Tubbo took a minute to think about it, pausing in his coloring. Wilbur was almost ready to take the offer back, he didn’t want to stress him out or anything, but Tubbo looked at him with a smile just before he could think of how to carefully backpedal. “Pizza! Cause Boo can eat it too, even when he’s little, though I don’t know if he’s had it when he was a baby before. He might need help.”
“Pizza sounds great Tubbo! We’ll just get something simple on it, don’t want too many flavors, right? You just like it with cheese, right?”
Tubbo nodded happily, glad to help. “Yeah! Boo likes pepperoni on it, and that’s yummy too.”
Wilbur hummed, pulling out his phone to place an order online. Ranboo seemed to have been pulled out of whatever trance he was in by the movement, reaching out to press and point at Wil’s phone screen.
“Ah, careful, we don’t want to press something on accident. Do you like all the colors Babyboo? There are a lot of different colors there, aren’t there.” Wilbur watched Ranboo fondly as he looked back and forth from the screen and Wilbur.
“Colors!” He repeated, pointing at the screen and accidentally zooming in on the page. “Pizza?”
“Yep, we’re going to have pizza for supper, doesn’t that sound tasty Boo?”
“Pizza.”
Tubbo sat up from the floor, leaning half over Ranboo’s lap. “He has a bit of trouble talking sometimes where he gets this small. Only happened a few times, but that was before he got here.” He explained, letting Ranboo grab onto his fingers and laugh when the other little wiggled them in his grasp. “We’re gonna have pizza, Boo. Yummy. Wilbur said he’d gonna order it here, are you hungry?”
Ranboo repeated the word back, and Wilbur wasn’t sure if he actually understood the question or if he just liked the way the word sounded. “Hungry! Pizza.”
Wilbur sat back and watched the two littles interact. It was sweet, how even when he was little Tubbo took on more of an older brother role. Wilbur had seen Tubbo be chaotic and quite gremlin-like with Tommy before, but with Ranboo he was different. That could have been because Ranboo was as little as he was right now, and when he and Tommy were together they were a bit closer in age, but it was sweet nonetheless. He would gently correct Ranboo any time he started to do something he probably ought not to, like chewing on his sleeve or fingers, sometimes catching it before Wilbur did.
The pizza got there just as Phil was ending, and Wilbur didn’t think there could have been any better timing. He answered the door, asking Tubbo to grab a few of the plates down for them. Ranboo followed after the two, holding onto the back of Tubbo’s hoodie and shuffling around the kitchen while Tubbo rambled about anything and everything under the sun. It was adorable, and Wilbur did his best to sneak a picture for Phil.
Sitting on the couch wasn’t a good idea, Wilbur thought. He knew that all the littles had a tendency to be a bit messy, but with both of them being younger than they usually were he didn’t want to run the risk of needing to clean up stains from the furniture.
Ranboo babbled excitedly, pointing to the boxes on the over. “Bo! Pizza, look. Pizza.”
“Mhm, pizza! Wilby got it for us. We gotta sit down now though, Wilby will get it for you since you’re so little.” Tubbo said, leading Ranboo over to the countertop to sit in the tall chairs. “Look! I found your Minecraft plate for you, and we can get the matching sippy if you want.”
Wilbur reached into the cabinet, grabbing down two of the sippy cups. “Mhm, what do you boys want to drink tonight? I’ll let the pizza cool down for a minute, it’s still too hot, but we can get drinks while it’s cooling.”
Ranboo looked over to Tubbo excitedly. “Sippy?”
Tubbo leaned over on the counter, “Can I have chocy milk, please? And Ranboo also likes milk when he’s small, but he can choose if you show him the milk and his juice.” He told Wilbur, who pulled out the different options.
“Good idea, and yeah, let me pour your milk first. Ranboo, honey, which do you want?”
Wilbur unscrewed the lid, starting to pout Tubbo’s milk while keeping an eye on Ranboo who was biting his lip in thought. “Mi’k Mi’k like ‘Bo?”
“Of course sweetie!” Wilbur said, moving to Ranboo’s cup next. “Milk is good for little boys to grow up big and strong.” He screwed the lids back on and passed them over to their respective owners, trading them out for the plates instead. He had ordered one cheese and one pepperoni. “You want cheese, right Tubby Bubby?”
Tubbo nodded excitedly, remembering to use his nice words, “Yes, please. Is it cooled off yet?” Wilbur thought it was still a bit hot, but warned the boy to be careful.
“I think I might cut Boo’s up so it’s easier to eat. Does that sound good to you baby? Yummy pizza time! Can Wilby cut up your pizza sweetie?” Wilbur purred, letting Tubbo have his slice and chuckling when the little blew on it to make it cool faster. “Good job Bubba.”
Ranboo smiled, looking up to Wilbur innocently. He was reminded of the meme, ‘not a thought behind those eyes’, and found it to probably be pretty accurate for Ranboo at the moment. “Pizza?”
“Yeah! Pizza Boo Bear, yummy-yummy pizza for Boo Bear and Bubba.”
Wilbur made quick work of cutting it up, asking Tubbo questions to keep him entertained, even if he had heard the same ramble about the new Minecraft updates at least five times so far. Tubbo was extra animated when he was little, and Wilbur thought all of his tiny facial expressions and big gestures were the cutest thing ever. During it, he had somehow managed to not only get pizza sauce all across his face but in Wilbur’s hair.
He let Ranboo eat his pizza with his hands, the little pieces making it in more or less harmlessly. It was a funny comparison, how Tubbo who was older was managing to make a bigger mess of himself. Wil held his phone out to get all three of them in a picture, neither of them were paying too close of attention, distracted by excited chatters of axolotls and goats.
When both boys had slowed down, Wil got up to tuck the boxes into the fridge and wipe down the counters where he could. The conversation had grown progressively quieter the longer they sat, and from the looks of it, it wouldn’t be long before both boys were going to be down for the count. Ranboo was struggling to keep his eyes open, but still managing to mumble out responses that mostly made sense, and Tubbo had rubbed his eyes once or twice in the last handful of minutes.
Wilbur wet a paper towel, wiping down both boys’ hands and faces before ruffling their hair. “How about we go back into the other room now. It’s getting a bit late for two boys who had such an exciting day.”
It was only around nine and the stars had been out for quite a while. Wilbur was hoping that at least Ranboo would be too tired to protest the earlier than normal bedtime.
Tubbo squinted at the clock on the microwave, looking ready to let Wilbur know that it was not in fact late at all, when Ranboo nodded with a whine, reaching out to Wilbur hopefully. Wilbur hugged the boy first, whispering to Tubbo over the younger head. “You don’t have to go to sleep yet bud, but I don’t think Boo is going to make it much longer.”
The other’s eyes widened as if realizing for the first time that Ranboo was about five minutes from face planting on the countertops. “Oh,” He whispered back, not quite understanding that he wasn’t being as quiet as he probably thought. “Mhm, let’s go lay down then Wilby. Can all sit together on the couch.”
Wil nodded, not surprised when Ranboo continued to cling to him when he straightened up to his full height. “I have a feeling that I’m going to have to carry a certain someone to the couch, aren’t I?” He asked, sending Tubbo a knowing look. Ranboo giggled, tugging on the collar of Wil’s sweatshirt. “If you wait a second I can carry you to Bub, but I can’t do both at the same time.”
Tubbo’s cheeks went pink and he hid behind his hands. “‘M not a baby like Boo. Don’t have to carry me.” He said in a low whine. Wilbur chuckled softly, “What if I want to carry you? Cause you’re my little BoBo, and so tiny and sweet. I love carrying my boys around.”
Tubbo’s cheeks slowly got more and more pink, but he wasn’t protesting. Wilbur took that an answer and grabbed Ranboo as best as he could to hold him up. It was still a bit awkward to hold him like this, but the way Ranboo tucked his head on his shoulder and let out a happy babble made it more than worth it. “I’ll be right back, Bumble Bee.” He promised, making his way over to the door and to the couch without causality.
Ranboo let out a confused whine when Wilbur set him down, but he shushed the baby with a promise to be right back, passing him his crinkly stuffy in the meantime.
Tubbo wasn’t looking at him when he made it back to the kitchen, seeming to have found the counter very interesting. “You ready ‘Bo?” He asked, coming up right next to the boy and smiling at him sweetly.
Slowly Tubbo turned to him, glancing up between his bangs shyly. “I- um.” He mumbled before putting his face back in his hands.
If it was possible to have heart eyes Wil was sure he would have already made the transformation. “Awe, is my little Bubby being all shy? Come here, no need to be shy around Wilby.” He cooed in a devious baby voice, one that all the littles could attest to being downright criminal. Tubbo whined from behind his hands, shaking his head. “Or is he starting to feel teeny-tiny? Just a little bubba, itty bitty silly little baby?”
Tubbo getting to be younger than the fourish he’d been sitting at was a rarity, but not unheard of when he had long gaps between slipping, and Wilbur liked to think he was good at bullying the littles into being mushy babies. It didn’t take much else for Tubbo to face plant into his chest and whine again, mumbling something about being a “Big meanie. So- so, such a meanie. ‘S not fair.” but Wilbur just laughed along, running a hand through the boy’s hair and brushing it back from the warmth on his cheeks and forehead.
Tubbo didn’t complain when he pulled him up and held him tightly against his chest, he could hear mutterings of “Still not a baby,” next to his ear and rubbed Tubbo’s back, letting him get it all out of his system.
“I know,” he promised, not that he really believed it. “You can still be a big boy even if you’re just a teeny tiny baby.” Before finally making it back to the room, shuffling past the door, and letting sitting down, not entirely surprised when Tubbo slid out of his hold and moved to sit next to Ranboo.
He opened the kids Netflix account, starting one of the shows from the ‘Continue Watching’ section and turning the volume down low. Ranboo was already half asleep, tucked against Tubbo and cuddling one of their stuffies. Tubbo wasn’t doing much better, though he was at least half watching the show on the TV.
Wilbur may or may not have snapped another few pictures, sending them in the CG chat of their regression discord server before setting his phone down. He’s had a busy day as well, and taking a small nap was looking pretty appealing. He wrapped an arm around the back of the couch, making sure he could hold both of the boys and watched fondly for a few minutes.
Tubbo was beginning to nod off, and Ranboo had fully slumped against him, one of his hands holding onto Tubbo’s shirt. Wilbur was sure Tubbo wouldn’t make it to the end of the episode at this rate.
He felt his phone vibrate next to him, a notification from Phil more than likely. Wilbur was proved right, of course, when he popped the group chat open to see Phil complaining that Wilbur got to be there while he was far away. He sent back a stong ‘L’ and paired it with the same sentiments of ‘just do better next time,’ before glancing back over to his boys.
Tubbo’s was face first into Ranboo’s bird’s nest he liked to call hair, and seemed to have finally sunk into exhaustion. They both looked sweet as sugar together, cuddled up and cozy on the couch like that. It was a far cry from the chaotic trio they were in Tommy’s vlogs most of the time. He couldn’t help but burn the image into his brain, not wanting to miss a single detail. The way that Ranboo’s other hand was curled to hold onto two of Tubbo’s fingers, or how Tubbo had a tiny smile on his face betraying how happy he was with their current position. Everything about it was perfect.
Yeah, he thought. Today was a good day to hang out, and an even better day to take care of his friends.