How to Love (C!Quackity x reader)

Bandages and Confessions

You got your extra bandages and cleaning supplies to help Quackity. Even though you didn't want to.

As you were getting back to him, you started to think. Why are you doing this? You could've told him no and left him to be in pain. Why did you want to help him?

Now you were back in front of Quackity. His wound was to the side of his abdomen. You wouldn't be able to patch him up without him taking his shirt off. You tried to psych yourself up because you didn't want to do this.

"I'm sorry, you need to take your shirt off." You sighed, kneeling in front of him. It looked really bad from someone else's perspective.

"Oh." He replied, starting to unbutton his bloodied shirt.

You could feel your face heat up slightly as he fondled with his buttons, having trouble with some of them. He was only using one hand so he could keep pressure on his wound.

He was really having trouble with one right above his belly button. You sighed as you moved his hand away to help him. It took you much less time to unbutton the rest of his shirt and take it off of his shoulders.

As you were getting back up to take the shirt off his back, you could tell he was embarrassed. His face was turning red as you touched your hands to his warm shoulders.

You threw the shirt to the side as you kneeled back down in front of him.

You began to work in the silence between you two.

You started to wonder again, why you were doing this? This guy hasn't done anything for you, and here you are. Aiding him back to health.

Maybe it was because you pitied him. After he told you his little sob story, you might've felt a bit bad for him. He said he had loved someone before. Maybe you could relate to him in that way. You never had someone to love. You could almost see yourself in his face. Or maybe it was the personalities of you two clashing. You couldn't tell if they were clashing in a good or bad way.

     Was this even a good idea? You wanted to leave until he came back. What if he just forced you to stay again? You didn't want to know what he would do to someone who wanted to leave his organization.

     You were about to clean his wounds as you said, "This might sting a bit." Then you put the saline solution on his cut. You could tell it was deep but you would be able to help him.

     As you put on the cleanser, you could hear him gasp slightly, not expecting the sting. He tensed as you started to clean the now drying blood around his cut. Eventually, his body relaxed as you kept doing the same circling motion.

     You had the urge to say something, or tease him, but you couldn't think of the words. Your mouth opened to say something, but your mouth was dry.

     "Say it." He demanded.

     "What?" You asked.

     "You wanted to say something, so say it."

     You thought for a moment of what to say before continuing. "I just... I want to know why."

     "...Why what?" He asked, genuinely confused.

     "Why do you want people for this organization that you have? What purpose does it hold?" You asked, taking another wipe to clean his wound.

     There was a moment of silence. You looked up to see if he was going to reply anytime soon.

     "I..." He stuttered, "I wanted to prove to some people... that I could handle something like this."

     You thought for a second of how to reply. "Who did you want to prove this to? And why does it matter?"

     He sighed before he spoke again. "I wanted to prove it to Wilbur... and my past lovers." He got quieter as he got to the second part. Almost like he was embarrassed to say such a thing.

     You were genuinely surprised. He wanted to prove this to his exes? Why? You were about to ask more questions but he cut you off.

     "They thought I couldn't handle it. Being a leader or someone in charge. My lovers forgot about me as they made their own country...without me."

     You were even more shocked. How could someone do that?

     "I- I'm sorry." You murmured. "If it makes you feel any better, I have never had a partner. I guess, no one saw interest in me, or I just don't know how to love." You sighed as you grabbed the bandages and started to tie them around his waist.

"I am sorry as well." He replied softly.

"I just want you to know that... I understand how you feel. Maybe not to the same extent, but somewhat. Love is difficult. Some people get it while others don't. I don't really know how to explain it, but it's hard to understand. Maybe some people just don't deserve it. And those people are us." You sighed.

You heard Quackity sigh as well before speaking. "I don't know about not deserving love. I think everyone deserves love. Maybe not romantic or sexual, but at least a type of love from a friend."

Maybe he was right for once. Maybe you could learn to love, from a friend. Hopefully, you would find a romantic love at one point.

You were just finishing up his bandages as you started to stand back up. However, you lost your balance as you misplaced your foot and fell forwards. You fell onto Quackity in a way where your faces were inches away from each other. Both of your hands were dangerously high up his thighs. His hands were grabbing onto your biceps, trying to steady you.

Now you two were so close together you could feel his quickened breath on your face as well. You both were surprised at the sudden movement, so you two sat there together. You stared at each other for what seemed like many minutes. Eventually, Quackity spoke up.

"Uhm... are- are you alright?" He asked nervously.

"Y- yeah. I'm sorry." You replied shakily as you stood back up, leaving him on the couch. You immediately tried to distract the both of you from the awkward moment. "So, did the guy join?"

"Oh yeah, uhm, yeah he did." He said, standing up from the couch. "Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You turned to face him again. He was standing not too far away from you, picking up his shirt from the ground and starting to put it back on.

"Thank you, for helping me. And I'm sorry. For not telling you about the whole blowing up thing. And for everything else." He said, looking into your eyes with a worried expression.

You didn't expect him to apologize, nor thank you. This was definitely a good change.

You smiled. "No problem, and I forgive you."

You watched as Quackity's face turned from worry into relief. He smiled.

"I will get Pixie the proper treatment to get the chip out of her. If you need anything else, please let me know. And in the best of my ability I will try to make it happen."

"Thank you." You replied.

Then you were suddenly pushed backwards. Quackity was hugging you. It was so sudden, but felt so... refreshing? You were taken aback, but then you hugged back. Draping your arms around his neck with his around your waist. You didn't want to let go. As you thought about it, you don't remember the last time you hugged someone. So you wanted to relish in the feeling before the warmth left you. But Quackity didn't want to let go either. Eventually, you closed your eyes, and fully relaxed in his comfortable arms.