Quackbur Oneshots :D

Missing You pt. 2

Quackity POV-------------Fluff :)

"Then lets head home!"

Wilbur and I walked down the dimly lit streets of Las Nevadas on our way home. The sun was setting over the beautiful city as we turned the last corner to the road our appartment building was on. Wilbur walked pressed against me, his eyes glued to the concrete below our feet, and both hands holding onto one of mine.

I worry about him sometimes. Now is one of those times. I mean, sure, everybody has off days, but he seems really anxious. I wonder if something happened while I was at work.

My thoughts were put to a stop as we reached the front doors of the building. I opened the door, leading Wilbur inside with me. We walked to the elevator. I pressed the button to the top floor and the doors opened. I felt Wilbur grip onto my arm tighter as the doors closed us in. Wilbur hummed in discomfort as the elevator began is ascent. He buried his face in my beany, squeezing his eyes shut. I gently rubbed the hands that were gripping my arm.

Ding

The elevator doors opened, revealing the hallway to our home. Wilbur looked up as I started walking forward. He trailed behind, me, stumbling, and still gripping onto my arm.

I grabbed my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. We walked inside. As the door shut, Wilbur let go of my arm, crossing his own around himself.

"Wilbur?" I sat turning to face him.

He doesn't make any movement to acknowledge my voice.

"Wilbur, hun, can you hear me?" I step closer to him, resting my hands on his upper arms.

He pauses for a minute before nodding silently. Wilbur takes in a shuttery breath, finally looking up at me. He holds my gaze for only a second before looking away again.

"Do you still want to watch that movie mi amor?" I ask him quietly. He blushes at the nickname, smiling a bit, and nods silently again.

"Which movie?" I ask as we walk to the couch. He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again, looking lost, like he wants to say something but can't. I pull him down onto the couch with me. He lays his head on my sholder, bouncing his leg, as I open Netflix. I offer the remote to him and he scrolls to the documentary section.

He keeps flipping through before deciding to watch one about the ocean. He shifts around a bit, nuzzling his face into my shoulder. I slightly lean to the side away from him, grabbing a soft blanket that was sitting on the couch beside us. He let out a small whine of discomfort of my movement.

"Im just grabbing a blanket, hun, don't worry." I tossed the blanket around us. He settled back down on my shoulder as an image of a coral reef appeared on screen.

Time skip, they are about half way through the movie now.

I yawned, laying my head atop his, which was still resting upon my shoulder. He gently moved his hand to hold onto mine as he scooted ever closer to me. He still hasn't told me what happened. He hasn't even spoken since we got home. I thought, rubbing my thumb across his knuckles.

"A-Alex?"
"Yes love?"
"Can we g-go to bed please?" He asked, burying his face into my arm. His voice was still shaking, but thankfully not as bad as earlier.

"Of course, amour."

He sat up, pulling the blanket off of me with him. I grabbed the remote, turning off the movie before standing and  stretching. I held my hand out for him to take. He grabbed it, standing, with the blanket still wrapped around him.

We began walking to our room.
"Hey Wil?"
"Hm?" He hummed sleepily.
"Can you tell me what happened to trigger this?"
He stopped walking. He gulped in a small breath of air.
"Y-yeah. When we- get our room."
I nodded smiling up at him. He began walking to our room again.

He opened the door for me before going to sit on the bed.
"So... What happened?" I asked him quietly.
He took a deep breath.
"I-I was doing some uh... cleaning up in t-the attic and found some... found some... some t-tnt."

I looked at him confused. How did that get up there? I thought he got rid of it all when he moved in with me. His breathing picked up a bit.

"S-seeing it kinda sent me into a p-panic and... I... I had a flashback to L'manberg. I-it was not pleasant to say the least, so... I went to go get you. I... I got kinda lost on the way there, which further scared me. Then w-when I f-finally got to your o-office... I saw that you w-were still working, so I w-was sat outside debating on whether I s-should bother y-you or not.

"I e-eventually knocked then went inside t-to talk to you and... yeah... y-you know the r-rest."

Silent tears fell out of his eyes accompanied by short bursts of breath as he looked at the ground away from me.

"I-its stupid to h-have this big of a reaction to f-fucking tnt." He said, flopping down against the bed on his side.

"Wilbur, feeling emotions is not stupid. Those explosives were a major trauma for you during L'manberg. I don't blame you for having a reaction like this to it." I grabbed his hand, rubbing my thumb againt it.

"C-can we j-jusr go to sleep now? P-please?" He whispered, shaking a bit.

"Just let me get changed first, okay Wil?"

He closed his eyes, humming an okay.

I stood as he shifted to be fully laying in bed under the covers, cuddling into the blanket that he had on. I walked over to our closet, quickly pulling out then putting on pajamas. I pulled the blue hoodie on over my head as I walked back to Wil who was still sniffling a bit. I carefully climbed into bed behind Wilbur, who had been in a hoodie and sweatpants the whole time. I wrapped my arms around him, gently spooning him.

Wilbur turned around, wrapping his arms around me, burying his face in my chest. Small tears fell from his eyes as he sniffled, gripping onto me. I rubbed my hand up and down his back in a soothing manor. The longer we cuddled, the more I felt him calm down in my arms.

"I love you Wilbur," I whispered to him.

" 'love you too Alex," he mumbled back, clearly tired.

I pulled back to kiss his forehead before finally allowing my body to relax into the comfort of the bed and cuddles from my love. He squeezed me closer to him. I let out a small chuckle, closing my eyes. God, I love him so much.

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A/N~ hiya y'all. Its been a bit, but eh, y'know, life happened. Yippee! Anyhow, goodnight/day beautiful hoomans!