Quackbur oneshots :]

"His eyes"

// adultery , cheating , mention of suicide , angst

// this one is gonna be split in to parts so stay on the lookout 4 that 

Wilbur fidgeted his hands. He couldn't stay still. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were sorrowful. A orange haired woman standing above him, her eyes fierce. Her eyes stared at him, almost a feeling they looked deep down into his deep soul

"Where were you last night Will" The voice finally blurted. The once soft tone that was known by others was left behind and unveiled a big and heftier tone. 

Wilbur began to hear a slight tapping noise coming from below. He looked down, his eyes moving gently towards the ground. The woman was tapping her foot on the ground. Wilbur knew Sally and when she was really pissed, she tapped her foot. Which only made him more worried.

"I-I" Wilbur muttered. He couldn't think of anything to say and he couldn't lose Sally. The only woman who had ever stood with him through thick and thin. 

"I was out with some friends Sal" Wilbur stated. He gulped. Scared of the next reply the angry and frustrated woman might offer.

Sally sighed. She had always believed him, mostly because he was a good liar. Sally's beautiful alarmingly vacant green eyes glanced at Wilbur. His hands still moving around and fidgeting. He was by no means at ease here.

"You smell good" Sally muttered as she walked away.

Wilbur's eyes moved along with Sally, him watching her every move. He watched as she stared at a knife. Temptation in her gaze. Wilbur twitched a little. The gaze of her's averted back to WIlbur. Making him look away.

"Just leave. Please I don't wanna talk to you" Sally bellowed. Tears were in her eyes and her fist were balled. Her melancholy tone made Wilbur hesitant too go. Making him wonder that just maybe, her tempted eyes toward the knife, wasn't just toward him. Maybe for a different cause.

Sally rubbed her arm, her clasp was jarring and was beginning to turn her fair skin red.

"Sal, please" Wilbur crowed, his eyes also become teary also. He got up from the couch and ran over to Sally. His run was soft and gentle and hugged Sally. Sally jerked away from Wilbur, not wanting the hug. Wilbur didn't know what to do to calm Sally down and that's all he knew.

Shortly, not too longer later Wilbur heard a faint tone of his phone. Who would possibly be calling at this hour, this time exactly because it was definitely the wrong time for anyone too be calling in this situation. 

Wilbur let go while Sally was jerking causing her too fall to the floor. Wilbur ignored it and answered his phone. He put it up too his ear and heard faint breathes. He turned on his facetime too see who it was.

"Quackity" his mind thought as the screen switched over, showing the ravenette eating a hotdog. The hotdog, sort of dangiling out of his mouth. He had a stupid little smile on his face, as if he was up to something mischievous. As per usual. Wilbur still loved that mischievous and gorgeous smirk Quackity had. 

Wilbur looked around, Sally was on the floor groaning and rubbing her head. She did hit the ground pretty hard. She looked like an old lady in the commericals. That thought making Wilbur chuckle but soon stop out of respect.

"Listen, i'm coming over" Quackity mumbled, his mouth full of the hot dog he was eating. Wilbur chuckled softly at his every mumbled and barely spoken word since it filled him with joy. He also had a bit of worry but a hint of happiness at the funny face time

"What do you mean" Wilbur chuckled. Quackity's face went serious. Unlike WIlbur he wasn't smiling or giggling, he was being very serious. The sheer solemness of Quackity made Wilbur's exhilarated attitude heavily die down . Wilbur truly didn't want Quackity coming over for more than one reason. Sally was there and so was his son. It would be awkward. He didn't really mind because it was already established that Quackity was just a side chick. Quackity didn't care to be quite frank.

He knew Quackity wouldn't tell a soul but it would still feel weird too have someone you have sex with on the down low in the same house that your son is currently in. Too Wilbur it just didn't feel morally right. 

Wilbur's eyes glanced back at his now sobbing wife. He didn't know why she was crying but from some things it was evident. He couldn't care less because if truly something was wrong with her she would've screamed at him or whatever wives do to get there husband's attention.

"Whatever I got to go anyways, see you tommorow" The ravenette said as he closed the application leaving Wilbur with a million questions. He turned his phone off and threw it on the couch, alongside himself. He through his head back as he groaned loudly. 

He stared at his ceiling as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. 

[A/N NOTE : Hi! This chapter will be split into two parts because I can not handle writing anymore rn it is currently 2:58 in the god damn morning LMAO. Been working on this for like a week haha hope it is okay! remember feedback is amazing since it helps me alot and such. I am after this working on a smut so uh just reminder next chapter (actual chapter lmao) might suck because I suck at writing smut  but remember to stay hydrated! much love <3] 

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