~tntduo oneshots~

philophobia

based of the song by sunday cruise. highschool au. btw philophobia means fear of love, but imma jst ignore that for now (like i do everything) tw: sh scars

quackity had always wondered why wilbur was so nice to him. no one else treated him so nice. wilbur didn't need him, but he needed wilbur. quackity was madly in love with wilbur, but was afraid of rejection. but knowing wilbur was bi gave him some hope, not much though. wilbur never talked about his love life or his feelings for anyone, or anything. quackity decided today was the day, he wouldnt just tell wilbur 'straight' to his face, but heavily imply it.

it was a normal friday, they'd finished their last class, and were leaving school. they walked and talked all the way to wilburs car, "wanna hangout at my place?" quackity asked, opening the passenger door.

"sure," wilbur opened his door too.

they both sat in their seats and wilbur switched on the car. he got out of the parking lot and subconsciously put his hand on quackitys thigh. quackity noticed the warm hand on his leg, soon becoming very flustered and looked out the window, rather than wilbur. quackity put his hand on wilburs, wilbur looked down at quackitys hand and also became flustered. the rest of the car ride was completely silent, which they both enjoyed. quackitys house wasn't far from the school, so they made it there pretty quickly. when they got there quackity got out his house keys and opened the door for them both. no one was ever home, so they went right up to quackitys room.

wilbur opened his door and walked in. quackity followed, tossing his bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes. wilbur was already sitting on the bed. quackity sat next to him, they were both now pressed up against the wall. quackity sat criss cross, wilbur aswell. "quackity, i need to tell you something" wilbur broke the awkward silence.

"same," quackity started to mess with his sweater sleeves anxiously. "you go first,"

"ok, well ive been wanting to tell you this for awhile now, but i felt like you were going to laugh in my face," quackity was a bit confused now, "quackity, im in love with you"

quackitys and wilbur were just staring at eachother now, barely inches apart, they both leaned closer until their lips collided. wilbur cupped quackitys face, bringing him closer. quackity got up onto wilburs lap, straddling him, wilbur slipped his tongue into quackitys mouth, quackity granted him entry. wilbur slid his hands into quackitys sweater, he kept his hands on quackitys waist, rubbing circles on quackitys stomach, feeling his scars. he was unaware of the scars but really didn't care. quackity enjoyed the affection, he was very touched starved, he hadn't had realized how touch starved he was, until right now, he was practically in heaven. he cupped wilburs face. the makeout was passionate and kinda rough. the type of makeout quackity loved.

<like an hour later>
they were still making out, neither one of them wanted to break contact. quackity was the first to pull away, panting, "j-jesus *heavy sigh* christ wilbur," quackity spoke through breaths.

wilbur rested his head on quackitys shoulder. quackity could feel wilburs chest rise and fall against his. he started to feel wilbur kiss his neck. he left marks and hickeys "i take that as a yes," quackity buried his head in to the crook of wilburs neck, still breathing heavily.

wilbur lovingly rubbed circles in to quackitys thighs with his thumbs, letting the younger settle. "round two?" quackity finally caught his breath after a few seconds. he hummed in response, their lips soon bashing into one another.

its was probably one in the morning by the time they finished multiple rough makeouts. quackitys lips hurt like hell and so did his neck and chest. he was caught in such a daze that he didn't realize until now that wilbur had helped him take off his sweater and thats why his chest hurt. it was covered in dark hickeys. quackity was in his shorts and wils t-shirt that'd he had left at quackitys house a couple days ago. quackity was sweating and panting and so was wilbur. they were sitting against the wall, after quackity got off wilburs lap. their hands still touching. quackitys bottom lip was also bleeding, because wilbur had bitten it a little too hard. "that was... amazing.." wilbur faced quackity.

quackity nodded, too stunned to speak. wilbur slid his hand up quackitys thigh, keeping it there. "your lip is bleeding, love," wilbur lifted his other hand and wiped quackitys lip with his thumb. "there,"

wilbur pulled back, he checked the time "its about one," he looked back at quackity. "yeah, we should probably lay down, or something, i guess"

wilbur offered to cuddle which quackity gladly accepted. they laid down for awhile soon passing out.

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quackity was staring out his window, bored out of his mind, its was around 10pm and he clearly needed a distraction from reality. thats when he saw someone walk past his house, that someone was...wilbur? quackity couldn't hold it back anymore and started to uncontrollably sob. he laid back on his bed and cried and cried. he couldn't take it anymore.
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quackity woke up in tears, waking wilbur aswell. wilbur sat up with the younger and rubbed his back in comfort, waiting for him to stop crying. quackity soon realized it was a dream and calmed down a bit. he looked at wilbur, who was really concerned about him. "sorry.." quackity apologized, he felt weird crying around wilbur, something just felt so off about it.

"its ok, what happened?" wilbur soothed him.

"bad dream, thats all," quackity forced a weak smile.

wilbur didnt want to push it any further, so he didn't. wilbur continued to rub quackitys thigh. quackity loved the amount of affection that wilbur showed him, but then thats when he realized how touched starved he was. he wanted to cry even more. quackity wrapped his arms around wilbur, embracing him, he sobbed against wilburs chest. wilbur was quite stunned, but held him. wilbur wanted to the one for him, the only one for him. he loved him with everything, he was wilburs everything, he held quackity like it was the end of the world, tight and close. quackity stopped sobbing after a couple minutes. "y-you wont leave me? r-right?" quackity choked through his last couple sobs.

"oh, of course, love. i wouldn't leave you, for the world," wilbur pulled him closer comforting him, more than anything.

he heard the younger sniffle a couple time before hearing, "you mean... that?" he rubbed the tears from his eyes, staring back at wil.

"anything for you<3" he spoke with warmth.

quackity got as close as he could, meaning he got up on in wilburs lap and was pressed up against him. wilbur had both his hands on either of quackitys thighs. quackity felt safe in wilburs arms, unlike schlatt or karl and sapnap, he actually felt safe and secure, loved. he was also kind of nervous, remembering his thighs, the scars... he knew wilbur could probably feel them, like the ones on his stomach. "sorry-" quackity mumbled.

"why?" wilbur was confused now.

quackity unburied his face from the crook of wilburs neck and look down, towards his thighs. "oh, i mean i dont mind, you're still pretty no matter what," wilbur smiled at him. a reassuring, loving smile.

"you do?" quackitys eye instantly became glossy. every single one his partners hated them or seemed rather disgusted.

wilbur nodded and pecked quack on the lips. he felt quackitys lip tremble, "oh, love, please dont cry again," wilbur looked at him, rubbing his thighs.

that just made quackity tear up more. it was awfully clear that quackity was fairly insecure, and wilbur wanted to fix that. "im gonna kiss you until you feel better," quackity was still crying, more like violently sobbing, but same thing non the less.

that's when wilbur started to kiss his forehead then down his face, occasionally getting a tear or two with it but he didnt mind. he kissed down quackitys neck, tracing over the marks he already made and looked up at quackity when he made it to the collar of his shirt. quackity nodded letting him continue. wilbur slipped off quackitys shirt and kissed down his chest, he kissed all over quackitys scars. when he reached the waistband of quackitys shorts he moved onto his thighs. taking his time, kissing each and every one of the thin lines. he made it tk the bottom of the scars and moved onto his wrist, which were probably the most covered. he kiss all of them, when he finished he looked up at quackity, who was dark red and turned away from wilbur. all wilbur did was lay on quackitys chest, wanting some affection in return.

quackity cupped wilburs face, kissing him in return. he gave wilbur a passionate kiss. wilbur cuddled back up against quackitys chest, enjoying the warmth. this, this is the ending quackity wanted, and that he finally got after so long.

woo!! finally gave y'all a chapter after abt a week or so and its long (1551 words)