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I want a modern au where Tommy gets raped by a stranger and he tries to deal with it himself at first, but Tubbo and Ranboo notice something up. Tommy's acting different, flighty-er, distant. They all have a heart to heart in the school bathrooms.
Tommy breaks down sobbing into Tubbo's shoulder while gripping Ranboo's hand in his lap. Tubbo is silent, Ranboo shakes, and Tommy feels gross. He feels infected, like he's covered in mud and everything he touches gets ruined like him. He wants to be alone, he doesn't want Tubbo or Ranboo to leave, he wants to never be touched again, he wants them to hold him. He wants to be safe, he wants to forget about it and go back to normal.
How can things possibly go back to normal?
Tommy has homework due tomorrow. He should be skipping class and annoying his brothers. He should be playing videogames and eating junk, he should be in lunch right now, he should- he-
He feels numb. Like all the blood in his body just turned to ice. Not a shock, but a power down almost. All of the anger and sobbing drained out of him, till there was nothing left but quiet pitiful sniffles. He feels selfish.
Ranboo carefully squeezes his hand, Tommy lifts his head out of Tubbo's shoulder to look.
Ranboo's face looks just as bad as he'd imagine his own looks. A mess of tears and snot with red rimmed eyes. Ranboo gives a small smile, and Tommy would cry all over again if he had the energy.
Tommy looks over to Tubbo next, freezing again at just the sight.
Tubbo looks fucking mad. Downright murderous, "Who did it." Tubbo barely phrased it as a question, the forced calm tone could barely hide the pure rage.
That's the worst part almost, Tommy didn't even know who raped him.
"I wa-was trying to take a- take a-" His words wouldn't come out right, sniffles breaking up every other syllable. His jaw kept shaking and his hyperventilating wasn't doing him any favors, "-a shortcut home- And this guy, he had a knife-"
"My dad has a gun." Tubbo interrupts.
Tommy snorts despite himself.
"The police could help?" Ranboo's voice is quiet.
"No! They'll just tell Phil-"
"What's wrong with Phil knowing? He wouldn't be mad-"
"No! He'll get all fuckin' weird and treat me different- Like- Like I'm broken or something." He can't handle that. He can't handle what'll happen if Phil knows. If Phil knows that Tommy was touched, was held down against a brick wall, the cutting blade nipping at his throat, cold hands groping, pressure then pain pain pain-help-hurts-stop-
Ranboo squeezes his hand.
"You're not broken." He sounds so sure, Tommy wants desperately to believe it. He wants them to hold him and reassure him and squeeze him so tight that they break his ribs, he wants them to drown him and rip off his skin. He wants them to give him new skin and a clean body, a new body that wasn't raped and broken. New skin that wasn't so fearful of the touch it craves. He wants to be selfish.
Tubbo takes his other hand, gently pinching the pads of his fingers before moving down to each knuckle, finishing by tracing his nails on the palm of Tommy's hand in a way that never failed to get him to giggle.
For just a moment, Tommy can have this. He lets himself push away all of his fear and anger, his self hatred, all of it.
Tommy squeezes Tubbo and Ranboo's hands back, closing his eyes for just a moment.