Its not always unrequited... (TubboxRanboo)

Work

-Tubbo POV-

I wake up at seven and groan shutting off my alarm.

I have to get to work, I work at a small coffee shop and cafe on the corner. Tommy always visits me in the middle of the day and I work with his brother Wilbur. Wilbur's pretty chill and is always willing to help me out so I enjoy spending my time with him. It sounds like maybe he'll be spending the rest of his free time with Quackity though.

I get out of bed and walk toward my closet. I pick out a pair of distressed, cuffed, black jeans and a plain white shirt. I comb my hair through and brush my teeth.

That's when I remember him, the man from the bar last night. Ranboo. I remember the giddy feeling I got in my stomach when I looked directly into his eyes. I remember what he muttered under his breath.

"That's a cute nickname..."

I thought that maybe I had a chance that maybe we could be friends but then Tommy dragged me off. Not that I'm angry at Tommy he's my best friend and I didn't want him to be beaten up by some random dude.

I realize that I'll be late to work if I don't leave right now so I grab my phone and wallet and walk into my kitchen. I grab a granola bar and rush out the front door, grabbing my apartment key.

I walk down the street and to a couple more blocks before arriving at the cafe. It doesn't look too crowded today and I let out a sigh of relief, pushing the door open to hear the little bell above me jingle. There are only a few customers and when I look at the clock I realize I'm a couple of minutes early.

Wilbur is sitting behind the counter reading a book, probably some romance novel and when he sees me he hops up.

"Hello!" He says waving cheerily.

"Hey Wilbur," I grin "what's up?"

He shrugs and holds up his book "it's not very busy today... I was thinking that if you're okay with it I can clock out at noon and leave you to close up."

I nod "that should be fine... If it stays this way. Got big plans?"

Wilbur blushes and smiles slightly "that's for me to know and you to find out!"

I grin at him and take my apron down from the hook, I loop the straps behind me and tie them.

"Quackity?" I ask.

"None of your beeswax!" Wilbur shouts at me.

"Shush!" I hiss at him "you're scaring the customers, that one looks like he just swallowed his own tongue."

He casts a sheepish look around and lowers his voice.

"I heard you were chatting up a bartender last night..." He says "a new one of "them" so soon?"

"Oh shut up!" I say blushing "we barely even talked."

"I heard that you looked very flustered..." He says raising his eyebrows at me.

I flip him off behind the counter and take a customer's order. Just a simple latte so pretty easy. I carefully measure out the expresso before pouring the steamed milk inside. I set it on the counter and call out the order number.

"So do wanna talk about him?" Wilbur says waggling his eyebrows at me.

"Only when you talk about Quackity." I grin "he had to have been over pretty late last night to give you this intel and that bar closes super late and as the owner, he couldn't have left...."

Wilbur turns bright red and mutters something under his breath.

"What was that?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"Nothing!" He shoots back.

I laugh and carry on with work.

The day passes pretty quickly and before I know it Wilbur has to leave. A black-haired boy walks in and waits by the counter. He wears a beanie and grins when Wilbur walks up to him. He gives him a quick peck on the cheek and grabs his hand pulling him out of the cafe.

A few hours later and I look up at the clock dealing I only have an hour until losing, Tommy texted to say he couldn't make it today and nobodies in the shop, so maybe I'll close early. Just before I can initiate my plan the bell above the door jingles and he walks in. Ranboo. He's just as cute as I remember and freakishly tall.

He walks up to the counter and looks at the menu he seems nervous and I'm also nervous.

"Hello," he says in his soft voice nearly making me swoon "Tubbo?"

"That's me!" I say cheerily "What can I get you?"

"Just a small cappuccino, please?" He replies nervously swallowing.

"Of course!" I exclaim and make him the drink.

I turn around and hand it to him, only to catch him staring.

"What's up?" I ask tilting my head to the side.

"You're shorter than I thought." He says chuckling.

"Hey!" I say "I'm not short you're just freakishly tall!"

He puts a hand over his heart and gasps being overly dramatic.

"Tubbo!" He exclaims "you wound me!"

I laugh and roll my eyes at him.

"That's 3.67$," I say with a grin.

He takes the drink and hands me the money, I give him his change and he puts it in the tip jar before walling over to one of the small tables by the window and pulling out a battered novel. Starting to read and silently drinking his coffee.

I smile at him, I guess I won't be closing early but I don't want to if he's here.

(947 words)

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