Its not always unrequited... (TubboxRanboo)

The Truth Comes Out

Hello! I just want to say that it is not clearly stated that Tubbo was sexually assaulted because he keeps it a secret from everyone else. Thank you!

TW: Swearing, Mentions of assault

-Ranboo POV-

I gaze across the booth at Tubbo, he's curled up in the furthest corner with his eyes tightly shut. He sits there in silence and it's hard to tell if he's even awake. I look at him sympathetically and make sure he doesn't see because he'd hate the fact that my heart aches for him. I can see the faint tear tracks that are left behind as a result of my actions. The cafe has long since closed and he hasn't moved since Wilbur flipped the sign over and swept the floors.

I look up and see Wilbur beckoning me to join him in the back room so I stand.

"I'll be back in just one minute, okay, Tubbo?"

He warrants no response and I sigh before departing into the pleasantly warm room that lies behind the cafe.

"What is it, Wilbur?" I ask him as he leans against the countertop.

"I know you don't want Tubbo to be alone out there but we need to talk about how you can help him, yeah?"

"Okay."

"So basically Jake assaulted Tubbo when you guys weren't speaking, I think you saw him in the park afterward. We haven't talked about it because he didn't want to but I think that it will help him and I know he won't get his therapist involved. The thing is we don't know how bad it got and Tubbo has a lot of unresolved shit from his childhood so that probably doesn't help. You need to bring him home and just be near him, make sure not to leave him alone, and try to make him a little more happy, okay?"

I nod still trying to process the information I just got. My heart breaks a little bit at the thought that I brought the person who hurt Tubbo back into his life. My fist clenches and unclenches before I give Wilbur a small, forced smile and start walking toward the door.

"Oh and Ranboo," I turn back to Wilbur "try not to beat yourself up too hard about it."

I give a real smile and wave before leaving completely. I walk out to see Tubbo, who hasn't moved from his corner. I walk over to him quietly and say his name gently so I won't surprise him. He gives me no reaction which was expected and I smile down at him.

He doesn't appear to want to move at all, so I gently scoop him up in my arms, bridal style. He flinches and looks into my eyes with his sparkly brown ones.

"Hey, it's alright," I whisper quietly and his eyes leave my face.

He buries his face in my chest and wraps his arms around my neck, gently crying into my shirt. I carefully push the door open and we depart, Tubbo in my arms as I carry the sad boy down the street and onward.

It's a good thing our apartment building is such a short walk. I walk over the bridge and freeze, thinking about the time Tubbo saved me and let me cry. The time when he held me tightly in his arms and fought for me. It was the first time anyone had done that for me in a really long time.

I smile at the thought and cradle Tubbo closer to me. He sighs in my arms as the wind blows around us and we stand in the center of that bridge reliving all the memories that we had there.

I feel arms wind around my waist tightly and the sounds of crying fill my ears. I blink confused as tears trail down my face.

I turn around and catch the person that starts to fall. My arms wrap around their slender shoulder and I look down surprised.

"Tubbo!?" I manage to get out in a small, shaky voice.

His arms tighten around me again and his face is now resting on my chest. My heart flutters slightly as I look down at the small boy buried in my arms.