MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

Wish You Were Sober- TNT Duo 😊 💧 ~

CW: drinking, badly written making out, angst-?

Plot: Wilbur isn't the best when it comes to alcohol. A better way to put it is- well- he's an addict. His best friend Quackity always follows him around to make sure he's okay and doesn't do anything dumb and get himself punched, but little to Wilbur's knowledge Big Q has a crush on him. Which isn't helped by the fact that when Wilbur is drunk he often kisses Quackity.

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Quackity POV.

Here we go again.

I'm in the car driving while Wilbur is in the passenger seat, staring out the window and occasionally taking a swing from his flask. He really needs to stop drinking. It's going to kill him.

I pull up to his house and we get out of the car, making our way into the foyer. He's a small house, but it's got enough room so that he's happy. It's got tiled floors downstairs and carpeted floors on the stairs and the small second story that just has his room and a bathroom.

We walk in and sit down on the couch as he clicks on the TV, his eyes already starting to droop a little. "What do you wanna watch?" He asks, his words slurring together a little.

"I don't mind, it's up to you, but give me the flask, Wil," I tell him, reaching out my hand.

That was the deal we made. We hang out and watch a movie and he isn't allowed to drink, but it's clear he was drinking long before we left my house.

"Ugh. Fine," he says, gingerly passing me the two flasks he has.

"Jesus, Wil, why do you have two?" I say, going into the kitchen and putting them on the bench so I'll know if he takes them.

"In case your mum wanted one," he says rolling his eyes and looking to the tv, his arms crossed.

"Ha, ha," I sarcastically laugh as I sit down next to him, closer than before, "What are we watching?"

"Brooklyn nine nine?"

~Time Skip Cause I'm Lazy~

I see Wilbur moving around in his seat, obviously bored. He moves closer to me and lays his head on my lap, looking up at me. "Whatcha looking at, Wil?" I ask, looking down to him.

"You," he tells me, his eyes hooded and almost closed, "You're beautiful,"

I feel my face heat up so much that I think I'm about to burst into flames. "W-Wha-" I say through laughs, trying to play it off as a joke.

"You're beautiful, Big Q," He says as he sits up, looking at me and holding the side of my face.

I glance down at his lips almost instinctually, and when I look back up I see him staring at my mouth. He starts to lean forward and kisses me, it's gentle and sweet at first, the almost sour taste of alcohol evident on his lips. He opens his mouth and I do the same, feeling him pushing me down onto the couch so I'm laying under him.

He holds himself up by one hand and starts to brush his tongue gently against mine, getting more and more aggressive and passionate. Why doesn't he do this the rare times he's sober?

I push my hand on his chest and push him off, my heart sinking a little. "Wil, we can't, not while you're drunk," I tell him, seeing him pout.

"But Quackity, I would do anything you want, anything you could possibly wish for!" He says, almost pleading, but in a way that I know that if I tell him no more that he'll stop, "Anything, just ask, sober or drunk! Just tell me what you wis-"

"I WISH YOU WERE SOBER!" I yell, tears forming in my eyes. He flinched back a little and then he takes a deep breath and looks down.

"If you want me to be sober, that's what I'll do," He says, glancing up at me and smiling softly.

"That-That's good! But I don't want you to do it for me! I was you to do it for yourself!" I tell him, putting my hand on his shoulder

"Okay, I'll do it for me, I know it'd better if I stop," He says, resting his hand on mine that's in my lap, "I've been looking for a solid reason to stop, and you've been the most consistent thing in my life for so long. So thank you," he says holding my hand.

"Wil..." I say breathlessly, glancing to his lips again.

"Yeah, Quakity?"

"Kiss me...please..." I whisper, looking to his lips once more.

"aRE YOU TWO KISSING?!" I hear someone call out from the front door.

"hUH?! WHA-" I call out in surprise, looking away, seeing Wilbur's younger brother, Tommy. A disgusted look on his face.

"I mean if you were no hate I jus-"

"TOMMY! WHAT THE FUCK-" Wilbur calls out, sitting up, "Get out, you gremlin child!"

A/N: I was bored, and TNT duo my beloved. I have three on the way that I'm just not bothered to write right now :3