Fuzzy. // Ranboo.

Fourteen. (Subathon Appearances).

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Ranboo was whimpering and fighting off a surge of anxiety as he attempted to work up enough courage to go over to Tubbo, who was at the time streaming his seemingly endless subathon. Ranboo had already changed into a comfortable onsie and grabbed a plushie and his pacifier, but he wanted Toby! His dada was busy, and he assumed that since Tubbo had his headphones on he wouldn't want to care for him right then. He had even took the time to locate his mask and everything!

Tubbo's mic caught the sounds of Ranboo's pathetic whines across the room, and he swiveled around in his gaming chair to be met with a regressed Ranboo. He muted his microphone in case Ranboo accidentally leaked something private in his upset state of mind.

"Boo? It's okay, buddy. Come here." Tubbo called over to him softly.

Ranboo was quick to toddle over to the older boy, and immediately falling into his arms. He was embarrassed since he was well aware of the fact that he was fleeting his clingyness in a public manner, but he wanted his dada and he'd do what he need to get him.

"What's the matter, little one?" Tubbo asked.

Ranboo wiped away a few stray tears and slid his paci to the side of his mouth before answering quietly.

"Scawed. Thought dada woul'nt wan' me to be small 'cause you busy!"

Tubbo's expression softened twelve times over, and he leaned his forehead against Ranboo's as a show of love.

"I promise I would never ever be upset with you for regressing, buddy. Even if I'm streaming or working, you can come and get me if you're slipping, king. I promise."

Ranboo nodded and sniffled through his smile. He then pointed shyly at Tubbo's monitor.

"You still live. Go back to chat, dada! They misses you!"

Tubbo chuckled and nodded before unmuting his mic and letting chat know that he was just talking to Ranboo for a moment about what caused him to be upset. He didnt release any information, nor did he mention a single thing about the boy being regressed. He only began to show his soft side when his shirt sleeve was gently tugged at.

"Yes, Boo?" He asked calmly.

"Can I stay with you? Maybe has cuddles?"

Tubbo could see the anxiety bubbling up in Ranboo's eyes, and could do nothing but oblige to the regressor's precious wishes. He sighed and nodded a bit.

"Do you want a snack or something to drink while you nap?"

Ranboo looked confused.

"But 'm not nappin'..."

"We both know you always fall asleep when you get cuddles, king."

Ranboo flushed a little, but nodded. Tubbo was glad Ranboo wasnt a stubborn little, for he wouldn't know what to do with himself at that.

"Okay, let's go make you a bottle and grab a cookie?" Tubbo prompted, receiving a ferocious nod and smile. "Okay, chat. Do you guys want kitchen cam on? Its gonna be boring..."

When the chat box was flooded with approval and requests for cam 2 to be selected, Tubbo was quick to oblige by their requests and switch the facecam he was actively using.

Ranboo followed Tubbo as he swiftly made his milk like a tick on a dog, only letting go for a moment to fetch the sugar since Tubbo had asked him to. Tubbo's chat was absolutely beside themselves with happiness and adoration for the little, and Tubbo was in a protective state; eyes shifting every minute to see the chat and check for any negative messages. Luckily, there wasnt a single one (either that or it was too quickly removed by his moderators).

Soon enough for the both of them, there was a silent cat compilation playing on Tubbo's stream instead of his facecam so that Ranboo could drink his milk and be put down for a nap. Tubbo's chat was nothing but supportive and focused partly on the regressor, partly on the cats. Ranboo gurgled happily at the furry felines as his eyes drooped and his hands weakened. Tubbo sensed that he was struggling to hold the baby bottle, so he simply held it for the boy. Although he sat comfortably on the couch, he occasionally commented on the video that was playing for his chat to keep them assured he was still there. He and Ranboo's fanbase tended to be clingy and extreme loving, but he was okay with abiding by that.

His chat would occasionally mention something about being proud of Ranboo or that sort, getting all mushy and poetic. Tubbo didnt mind; it was a big step for Ranboo to show this side of himself to the world, and he hoped it would go well later on once the boy wasnt in the headspace.

Once Ranboo had been lulled completely to sleep, Tubbo gently laid him down on the couch-- tucking Michael into his arms and a paci into his mouth. He pulled a fuzzy blanket over the boy's shoulders and whispered goodnight, even if Ranboo couldnt hear him.

"Okay, chatters!" He said quietly to his microphone. "Let's do a kitchen cam for now, because theres no way I made him sleep in his mask. We can cook dinner while hes napping, how's that sound?"

After waves of approval, Tubbo switched to cam two again and decided to cook some real food for the two of them, since they'd been eating takeout because of the subathon. Although Ranboo was usually the one to cook and enjoy it, he'd been spending lots of time with Tubbo and hanging out with Aimsey.

Tubbo opted to cook a healthy amount of spaghetti, and began boiling water while talking idly to his chat about nothing in particular.

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Ranboo shuffled into the kitchen sleepily, his Michael plush gripped tightly in hand and his pacifier gently tucked into his mouth behind his mask. It took him a little bit to find it, but he knew he had to have it on in order to go see his dada.

"Dada?" He said to the boy who was standing at the stove.

"Oh, you're awake! I'm making spaghetti for dinner, bubs. You can sit at the table and talk to chat while you wait, if you'd like to." Tubbo smiled. "I'm almost done."

Ranboo's groggy eyes lit up and he nodded, scurrying over to the table and sitting down. Tubbo handed him his phone, which displayed his own chat, and went back to stirring in the sauce.

"Hewo, chattewws!" He mimicked Tubbo. "How awe we a' today?"

Ranboo giggled and clapped his hands at the way Tubbo's chat immediately sped up and bursted with messages in response to his antics.

He continued saying random phrases and words until he was presented with a small bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. The meatballs were cut up into small peices for him, and his baby fork was resting dauntingly in the bowl. Ranboo didnt want to feed himself, he was too small for that!

Ranboo picked up the fork and set it in front of Tubbo, who had just sat down with his own larger bowl.

"What do you need, Boo?"

"Too sm'll." He slurred.

Tubbo didnt really know what it meant, but he took a wild guess that Ranbo didnt want to feed himself.

"Do you want me to feed you, bub?" He asked.

"P'ease."

"Do you want big bites or little ones?"

"Big. Hungy."

Tubbo nodded, and just decided to use his own fork for the boy. He made sure to speed run turning off his camera and putting on another cat video before h e twirled up some noodles on his fork and carefully held it up to the little's mouth, who then gobbled it up greatfully. This continued for many minutes as Tubbo fed himself and the regressor off and on. The environment was calm, and it felt like something Tubbo could stay with forever.