i’m tired of lovin' you (it’s what i have to do)

“you always liked cutting it.” wilbur stated, raising his hand towards the shorter’s face. tubbo flinched, turning his head away from will. wilbur raised a brow questioningly before gripping the younger’s chin roughly, pulling tubbo’s gaze towards himself. ranboo’s eyes blew wide in alarm, he met tubbo’s eyes searching for anything telling him to pull wilbur away. instead he saw a pool of emptiness, as if he had known in his head this would happen. as if tubbo knew he would be coddled, grabbed, questioned, stared down at. and he was fine with it. tubbo was fine with this behavior.ranboo’s head spun, his stomach churned, and his legs felt weak. what had this man — will, was it? — done to his husband before he’d met him?or wilbur is revived and ranboo witnesses tubbo’s past.disclaimer: this is all rp/characters!