The Day We Met| Quackbur/TNTDuo| Highschool AU

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|No warnings this time! All just fluff for my gays, also suggestive context toward the end|

Wilbur's POV
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"One more week~!" my boyfriend sung as he popped his head into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth. I spat and rinse my toothbrush, "Then I'm we're free!" I called back happily. "I still have another year." Quackity pouted.

I practically skipped over to him and i cupped his cheeks. "But I'll be with you the whole time~" I kissed Quackity's forehead, he giggled and smiled up at me.

"KIDS BREAKFAST!" Quackity's mom yelled up. "Coming mamá!" Quackity called down to her. We took each other's hands and ran downstairs together happily.

I've been living with my boyfriend for a month now and I've never been happier. We go visit Tommy, Tubbo and Philza pretty frequently, a least one day almosy every weekend. Sometimes we stay the night but usually we just hang out, watching movies, take turns cooking dinner, play games. Techno comes over sometimes too, he usually comes around to visit Phil but now he makes sure he comes when Quacks and I are going to be there to see us too.

I still wince when people yell, flinch whenever someone touches me too suddenly, get nervous around glass bottles and cooking tools. I'm not trusted with knives, needles, or anything sharp, everyone, especially Quackity, keeps an eye on me, ducky even got it approved to do a full body check on me. Every Friday Quackity has me stand in the center of his, of our room in my boxers and he checks my arms, legs, chest, stomach, back and neck for anything while his mom stands on the other side of the closed door to supervise. But I haven't tried anything since I moved in with Quackity, hell I hardly think about it at all.

"Sorry Wilbur! I forgot again, I'm still trying to adjust my ways to your, ahem, trauma..." my boyfriend's mom apologized. "No worries
mum-in-law to be!" I joked with a wink. "Hey! My boy's not even out of school yet, don't get cocky kiddo!" she laughed and swatted at arm playfully. We all laughed but it died down quickly when George came down the stairs.

Quackity's family loves me, except, his brother George. Who is convinced I'm manipulating my ducky and being possessive and controlling. I'm not going to lie, it hurts, I used to be worse, before Sally.

I used to hurt people too, manipulate them, force them to be friends with me, stay with me. I was so alone, and sad, I thought that was the only way I could make friends that would stay with me. Obviously I was wrong, I pushed people away with the ways I tried to keep them close, so I stopped after a while.

"Soot, you're still here." George snarled.
"Yeah, George got a problem, prick?" Quackity spat.
"Yeah, I fucking do! He's manipulative, possessive and-" George was cut of by their mom,
"That's quite enough from you two. Can we just have breakfast, as a family? Your dad will be out soon."

I smiled at her thankfully and she smiled back sweetly. "Sorry, mamá. You're right, let's eat." my ducky sighed. George scowled at the three of us and took a plate, he put eggs, sausage and a homemade donut on and went upstairs. "George please! We haven't eat together in so long!" his mom yelled after him.

"FUCK YOU, FAKE MOM! FUCK YOU STUPID BROTHER! AND FUCK YOU MANIPULATIVE WHORE!" George yelled down, I flinched hard started to panic a bit. I've been called a whore before, only by bad people though, my exs, my bullies, my dad.

It brought back a sudden flood of bad memories and I stumbled backwards slightly in terror. Quackity must've noticed because he grabbed my hand with one of his, and cupped my cheek with the other, rubbing my face softly with his thumb.
"You're ok, Amor, calm down. You're going to have a panic attack." he comforted me.