Quackbur Oneshots :D

Stress

Quackity POV-----Fluff

     Quackity sat at his desk. Hands in hair, elbows on table, trying his best not to absolutely break down while at work.

     His day had been absolute shit and it was only 2pm. First, he woke up at 4'o'clock this morning and couldn't fall back asleep no matter what. Then, when he got his coffee from a nearby shop, they made his coffee wrong. As far as he knew, you don't put sugar in a black coffee, but that's what the dumbass of a barista made him.

     Quackity was running on 5 hours of sleep and a horrid coffee that he didn't even get to finish before Fundy insisted that they needed to talk about a new build that he wanted to make. Quackity had asked if they could discuss it later, but fucking Fundy really wanted to talk about it right then and there, so, they did. For 30 minutes. 30 entire minutes. Just standing there. With Fundy rambling on about the new build.

     After that, on his way to the office, he stepped in a fucking puddle, which absolutely ruined his new pair of dress shoes. When he finally got to the door, Charlie ran up to greet him with his schedule for the day. It consisted of two meetings back to back, one more with Fundy and one with Foolish. The rest of his day was filled with a mile's worth of paperwork that mostly required him reading intensely, which in turn gave him a horrible headache.

    During his lunch break, he was met with Slime coming in and wanting to go on a walk with Quackity for almost the whole time, leaving very little time for his lunch that he made the night before.  And after a short meeting with Foolish, Quackity's stress from the day had brought him to his breaking point.

     His head was now layed on the table, tears spilling out. He still had so much paperwork to finish before he could leave for the night. It was all just too much. All the meetings. All the paperwork. All the everything. He lifted his head slightly just to hit it back down on the desk repeatedly.

     The door to Quackity's office opened with a quiet creak as somebody stepped in. "Slime, not now," he said sinking his head back onto the table.

"Not Slime," the person said.

     Quackity lifted his head, tears slowly falling down his face.

"What are you doing here asshat? Haven't I told you to leave my country enough?"

"Are you alright? You look like shit."

"Awe thanks," Quackity replied, flipping Wilbur off and frowning.

"Not need to be so rude," Wilbur pouted, sitting in the chair across from Quackity's desk.

"But seriously, are you alright? What happened," he prodded.

"None of your concern."

"Its my concern now."

"Just- Fuck off," Quackity whined, slumping back into his chair. He put his hands over his eyes in a desperate attempt to stop his tears from falling.

"Alex, listen. I know we're rivals and such but..."

"Wilbur. Just stop. I dont need your fucking pity right now."

Wilbur sighed. "Its not pity its care you dense fuck," he mumbled, looking at the wall next to him.

"What?"

"What?" Wil replied with mild concern becoming evident in his voice.

"You care for me?"

"I- Yes?" he said, making it sound almost like a question.

Quackity stared at him, face gaining a red tint.

"God. Fuck." Wilbur sighed moving his hands to hide his slowly reddening face.

"I'll just leave... Sorry Q," Wil said, standing and making his way toward the door.

     Before he could make it he felt a pair of arms quickly grasp around his chest.

"Alex?"

    Wilbur turned around, seeing Quackity holding on to him, now hiding his face in Wilburs chest. Wil reached his arms around the smaller man infront of him. He felt Quackity let out a shuttered breath as he gripped tighter onto Wil.

"Stay?"

Wil nodded, gripping Alex tighter, feeling small tears come to his eyes. It worked. He did it. He told Quackity how he really felt for him. Well kinda.

"Hey Q?"

"Hm?"

"I love you," he whispered, tears spilling over as he rested his head on Quackity's.

"I-" Alex gripped onto Wilbur tighter, tears spilling at a faster pace. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

"Y-you don't have to say it back right now. Don't worry."

"Thank you," he spoke, voice breaking mid sentence.

     Wilbur let go of the hug slightly to bring Alex over to the couch in his office. He sat down, Alex crawling onto his lap and snaking his arms around Wil's torso. His head rested on Wilbur's slowly raising and falling chest. This was the most comforting thing Quackity had ever experienced. He let his tears fall onto Wilbur's sweater, slowly soaking it.

"S-sorry"

"Don't be, love."

    Wilbur's hands gently rubbed up and down Alex's back, slowly finding their way into Quackity's hair. He ran his fingers through the bits that weren't under the shorter's red beanie.

     Alex's eyes seemed to close themselves as his breath even out, him slowly falling into a much needed sleep. Wilbur leaned further back into the comfy sofa and letting sleep take over his mind as well, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his love.

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