Sunflower Feelings 🌻 Karlnapity

ℚ 🌻 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖

Warning : Sex implication. / No smut, at all. Mentioned soreness, hickeys, and that's really it /.

Warning : I don't ship Quackbur. I see them as super close friends. Trust each other with their lives type thing.

Warning : Choking, gagging, and vomiting

Warning : Gore

Warning : Sucky google translate

Edit / Update : fixed a mini mistake!

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Quackity blinked a few times, adjusting to the light.

This wasn't his room...

Quackity forced himself up, thinking for a moment to try to figure out where he was. With one glance to his left, his memories returned. Wilbur. Right, Quackity couldn't deal with the whole brand new feelings for two men thing, so he went to Wilburs to get his mind off it.

Wilbur was still asleep by the looks of it.

Quackity leaned back down on the bed, he was way too tired to actually get up. Energy felt super wasted. Everything was wasted. And Quackity was quite sore.

Quackity readjusted himself - a lot of positions hurt in a weird way. That's the stupidness of it.

Maybe Quackity should do something with his life, instead of waiting in bed with a sore body for Wilbur to get up. Quackity forced himself to sit back up, and carefully moved himself off the bed. Quackity knew Wilbur wasn't a light sleeper, but he wasn't a heavy sleeper either.

Quackity adjusted the covers back around Wilbur, and walked towards Wilburs mirror. Tiny purple marks spotted around his neck. His hair was a mess. His wings flicked, and his feathers rustled around in a not so neat way. Quackity bit onto his lip, and sighed.

He turned to the ground and grabbed his shirt and pants. He might as well put back on his clothes by now.

"Quackity?"

Quackity turned his head back to the bed. Wilbur was sat up, rubbing his face to try to wake up more. Quackity smiled, "Buenos días, Wilbur!" [Good morning].

Wilbur laughed and blinked a few times before glancing to Quackity, "Good morning." Wilbur frowned slightly, staring at Quackity even more, and moving his eyes to the clothes in his hand, "I'm not sure if you want to wear dirty clothes Q, but I have some clean clothes for you."

Wilbur shoved the blankets off of him, and walked to his closet. "You want something to cover your neck, or?"

Quackity's fingers traced towards his neck, and he found himself instinctively blushing. "A-ah, sure. Yeah, sure."

"Alright." Wilbur grabbed onto a shirt and tossed it over to Quackity, and searched around for a pair of of pants for Quackity to borrow. "I don't think I can offer you anything that will fit for bottoms."

Wilbur grabbed onto a pair of shorts, and tossed them over to Quackity, "Maybe those will fit?"

Quackity nodded very slightly, "Yeah, thank you Will."

"Of course," Wilbur reached into the closet to grab himself stuff.

While Wilbur did that, Quackity got dressed into the clothes he was offered. The shorts fit decently, as long as the strings were tied tightly. The shirt practically fell near Quackity's knees - actually, midway down his thigh - and it was a turtle neck, which covered all the hickeys Wilbur gave him the night prior. Which hopefully meant if Tommy was still home, there wouldn't be questions on that part.