𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 // quackbur

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『 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 』

3:00am, Wilbur threw his head back, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He lit another cigarette, placing it against his lonely lips. He'd called Alex, texted him repeatedly, even tried going to his house, but nothing worked.

And no, he didn't want Alex's attention to get money or sex, unlike his past partners. Wil wanted him. He wanted that caring, loving, gorgeous boy.

Wilbur dialed the number once again, he wasn't going to give up. Not now.

Quackity's phone lay on his bed, ringing repeatedly. He'd just gotten off the phone with Karl and Sapnap ten minutes ago. Sapnap was being a complete asshole. He was blaming Alex for all his problems and telling him to "come home."

All they wanted was sex. Alex knew this. And he was sick and tired of it. He wanted to scream. Scream so loud the neighbours may call the police.

He fought back tears, though he was unsuccessful. The duck cautiously grabbed his vibrating phone. A wave of relief washed over him as he read the contact name.

'Wilby <3'

The ringing suddenly stopped, emitting muffled sobs from the mic and into Wil's ear.

"Alex?! What's wrong~" Wilbur panicked, slightly slurring his words.

"You little fuck..." Quackity stifled a fit of laughter.

"What?" Wilbur blew out a puff of smoke, grabbing another cigarette from the box.

"Are you high?" Alex asked, slightly annoyed. Then again, he couldn't really be mad.

"Can I come over...?" Wilbur questioned, feeling a little lost as he looked around the empty street in front of him.