Tʜɪs ⵊs Hᴏᴍᴇ | ᴛʀᴀɴs!Tᴜʙʙᴏ AU

Gᴇᴛ ᴀ Lᴏᴀᴅ Oꜰ Tʜɪs Tʀᴀɪɴᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ Hɪs Hᴀɪʀ's A Mᴇss Aɴᴅ Hᴇ Dᴏᴇsɴᴛ Kɴᴏᴡ Wʜᴏ Hᴇ ⵊs Yᴇᴛ

TW// cussing, scars mention, talk of prison and escaping prison, panic attack?, crying, talk of murder/death, talk of family death and kidnapping, talk of trauma, being adopted mentions, talk of being told to off oneself
Is that all?

Tubbo's POV
like a week later

Since about a week ago, nobody has brought up the scars on my arms. I found that very relieving and it made me like my friends even more.

I felt my shoulder being shook, causing me to open my eyes, seeing Ranboo stood over my bed.

"Hey, boss man." I said tiredly. "What's up?" I asked. "I wanted to check on you. You've been asleep for a really long time." They replied. "What time is it?" "It's..." Ranboo looked down at their watch, "Nearly one in the afternoon." "Oh! Shit, man, why didn't anyone wake me up?"

I sat up, exhaling.

"We didn't know if you're sick or something so we didn't wanna wake you if you were." They said. "Then why'd you wake me?" I asked. "Because I was afraid you were dead or something!"

I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"We'll I'm not. Now shoo so I can get dressed." I waved at them. "M'k. Everyone is downstairs whenever."

Ranboo then left and I was alone again. I don't know why I slept so long. Guess I just needed the rest or something.

I got up and put on my binder and my long sleeved Benson merch, along with some black jeans. I then went downstairs to greet everyone.

"It's alive!" Phil said loudly, clapping. A few people giggled. "Shush, Phil." I replied. "Are you good, Tubster?" Bad asked. "Oh, yeah, I'm good, I dunno why I slept so long." I laughed under my breath, flopping onto the sofa next to Ranboo.

The television played quietly in the background of everyone's conversations. It was playing the news, so I watched, just to have something to be doing. I was leaned over on Ranboo, and he was on his phone with one hand and messing with my hair with the other. This is something they've done since we were very little. I don't know if it calms them, or what, but they've just always done it.

"Awwww, look at those two lovebirds!" Tommy cooed, pointing at Ranboo and me. I wordlessly flipped him off, laughing slightly. "Not denying it~!" "Shut up, Tommy, we aren't a couple." Ranboo laughed.

"Homies don't play with each other's hair, Toby!" Tommy said. "Tommy, Ranboo has always done this." I rolled my eyes.

"Always?" Dream asked. I glanced over at him. "Tubbo." Ranboo laughed my name out. I sighed. "Ranboo and I have known each other since we were like nine. He actually lives in the UK. We live like a ten minute walk from each other."

"Really?!" About five people asked in unison. Ranboo and I nodded. "Ranboo, you aren't American?!" Fundy asked loudly. "Well, yes, I am American, but I've lived near Tubbo since I was...eight? I think?" Ranboo said.

"You move there with your family or something?" Sapnap asked. "No, not exactly. I was uh, adopted from overseas by my now mothers." Ranboo said. This didn't bother Ranboo at all. Their memory stuff had made them almost completely forget everything about their past family, so talking about it was like nothing to them.

"Oh, you're adopted?" Dream asked. "Mhm!" Ranboo replied with a smile. "By two women?!" Puffy asked with her jaw dropped. "Yes..?" Ranboo laughed under his breath, confused. "That's sick, man!" She said. "Thanks."

"What the fuck else are you two hiding from us?" Skeppy asked, earning a slap and a 'language' from Bad.

Ranboo and I just laughed, not replying.