Quackbur Oneshots ✨✨

The Balcony 😰❤️‍🩹

A mix of angst and fluff, partly because my other full angst story deleted itself, and partly because fluff is awesome, enjoy!
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Quackity was stressed, extremely stressed. He sat at his desk, surrounded by heaps and towers of paperwork. He stared blurrily at the paper he held. He was so exhausted the words looked clumped together, and he couldn't read it.

Anger riled him up, and Quackity ripped the paper to shreds, his wings fluffed out in irritation.

He hated staring at the messy desk, Quackity stalked over to the balcony, leaving the doors open as he leaned on the railing. He took out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one. He hated smoking, as Schlatt always did in Pogtopia. But right now he just needed a release.

As he inhaled the burning smoke of the cigarette, he stared off at the city. The lights of Las Nevadas flashed, he could see the casino from his work building, the red and yellow lights shiny within, he watched people walk in and out, some of the few holding hands.

Quackity slammed his fist onto the rail in anger, his attention turning away, back to watching the other buildings.

His attention was so captivated by his thoughts and the lights, he didn't hear the door to his office creak open, or the footsteps coming twords him.

As another couple minutes went by, Quackity sighed, turning to his left.

He gasped, seeing Wilbur leaning on the rail next to him, coping his actions by smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, hey Quackity." Wilbur grinned, as Q stood there confused as hell. "What the fuck? How did you-" Quackity looked towards the door, which was slightly open.

Quackity groaned, Wilbur went onto his left side, which was the side where a pickaxe dragged down his face.

Quackity scowled at Wilbur, who had a smug grin plastered on his face. "You seriously look like shit." He commented, to which Quackity just shook his head.

"Fuck, Wilbur, can't you see it's not a good time right now?" Quackity gestured to the messy office room. "Its actually never a good time, actually. You always just appear and it's so fucking draining Wilbur."

Quackity rambled on, obviously semi-losing it. Wilbur just listened, not saying anything.

"You fucking go where you want and fucking ruin everything!" His wings stretched out, his eyes brimming with tears. "God damnit, you don't, actually it's all me, I just drive people away, I don't know why. First Schlatt, Karl, Sapnap- Everyone." Hot tears dripped down his face.

Quackity started to speak again, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by arms wrapping around him.

He realized Wilbur was hugging him, for a moment, Quackity just stood there.

Quackity hugged back, he tightly held Wilburs coat, Wilbur heard muffled sobs coming from Quackity. Wilbur frowned, sympathy flooded his senses. He stood and listened to Quackity, still holding onto him.

After what seemed like forever, the sobs stopped. "Quackity?" Wilbur gently said, no response. He carefully held Quackity away from him, seeing that the shorter had fallen asleep.

Wilbur let out a breathless laugh, lifting Q up. He walked over the mess of papers, setting Quackity down on the couch that sat on the side of the wall.

Quackity murmured something, but Wilbur hadn't heard, as Q slept on the couch, Wilbur took his coat off, laying it over Quackity as a blanket. (a stinky one)

He shut the balcony doors, taking another look at Quackity, he smiled, and left the office.

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Sweet and salty chapter yippie
I literally had no motivation to do a full angst because of the one that deleted, but I hope you enjoy
Thanks for Reading!