dsmp oneshots {requests open}

close my eyes - quackbur/tnt duo (?)

"as i close my eyes, i don't see you. i never have. i never will, Quackity."

it's not like i needed them anyways. capitalism doesn't come to people with real lives.

i flop on the bed, holding my cig in such a way it won't set the bed on fire.

"my life is shittt," i yell. it's not like anyone else is in the building to hear me.

"is it really?" someone says.

from my balcony comes Wilbur, grinning like a maniac.

"leave. now. you're not allowed here, Wilbur," i say automatically. i'm honestly not sure if i mean it.

"awwww, it's like you don't even remember the good days, how unfortunate."

"fuck off, frankenstein."

"rude-" wilbur sits on the bed next to my head, taking my cig and putting it out. he throws it across the room towards the bathroom.

"you're rude- i was smoking that-"

"you're going to set the bed on fire. shut up."

i roll my eyes. Wilbur's kinda an asshole.

we sit in silence for a while.

"...i heard about what happened with Karl and Sapnap... i'm sorry Quackity."

i look up at him. "thanks i guess... who told you, anyways?"

"nobody..."

"fucker-"

"i'm sorry, okay?"

i sigh. "whatever, it's fine. i just wasn't prepared to find out you'd been spying on me, asshat."

i reach up to smack his face and miss. the little shit stifles a laugh. rude.

we sit in silence for a few minutes. wow, believe it or not, it's awkward.

"you're cute-" Wilbur says, breaking the silence.

"i- what-?" i can feel my face getting hot...

wilbur makes eye contact. heh, i'm fucked. decidedly.

"i said you're cute. has no one ever told you that before?"

"i mean, they have, dunno if they meant it though..."

"that's sad. in my opinion, anyone who doesn't mean it is an idiot."

i roll my eyes. "you're just saying that-"

Wilbur gently lifts my chin up with his finger. "Quackity, you're a very handsome man. any sane person would be thankful to merely be in your presence."

i avert my eyes slightly and scoff. "handsome? stop your fucking lying, Wilbur. i don't need that today."

"Quackity, i'm not lying. you're handsome. really, really handsome. half the time, i close my eyes and see you. my dreams are about you, Quackity-"

i look back at him. his eyes are deadset on mine, grief the most prominent emotion he's channeling. he's serious. holy shit he's serious-

"i-"

he sighs and looks away. "whatever, never mind.

i grab his chin and turn it towards me. "i wasn't done talking, sweetheart."

his cheeks flush vaguely. 

"i may not agree about myself being handsome, but i know i think you are."

"thank you-" i interrupt him with a kiss. brief and choppy, but a kiss.

and when i close my eyes, i see him.