dsmp one shotss

on the run

quackbur
TW// Cigarettes-smoking, alcohol, neglecting, mentions of knives

If you were to play two truths and a lie with Wilbur, he'd tell you that he had curly brown hair, that he loved playing guitar, and that he had a perfect family.
If you did the same with Quackity, he'd tell you that be had Mexican origins, that he wanted to study law after high school, and that he had a perfect family.
That was what brought them close.
Wilbur and his twin brother, Technoblade, were too busy to grow up their younger brother Tommy to take care of each other, while Quackity and his brother George had a great relationship, but they both were out of the house too often to spend much time together.
The only difference between them was that Wilbur's parents owned a large and successful business that kept them too busy to take care of their children, and Quackity's parents both came from wealthy families, and were on vacation 360 days a year. They'd come back on Christmas Eve, force the boys to "act decent" for family reunions, just to convince relatives that they were good parents, and leave again on January 1st. When their sons were younger, they'd come back for their birthdays and sometimes even bring them on vacation with them for a week or so, but that ended when Quackity turned 13.
So, all Wilbur and Quackity had was each other.
Wilbur was the one to listen to Quackity when his day went particularly well, and Quackity was the one laying on Wilbur's bedroom floor for hours helping him write and compose new songs.
Wilbur was the one to remind Quackity to breathe when his PTSD got the best of him and his panic attacks lasted hours, and Quackity was the one to bandage Wilbur's knuckles when his rage outbursts caused his to punch his walls so hard he'd stain the white drywall with blood.
They had almost all the same classes, and spent every free minute they had together.
One night, Wilbur had stayed over at Quackity's house, and they hadn't spoken a single word throughout the whole night. Quackity had sat at his desk making matching bracelets for them, while Wilbur had sat on the floor behind him, playing a soft tune on the raven's guitar.
Later that morning, around 5 am, Quackity had turned around and slipped a crimson and brown bracelet on Wilbur's wrist, and put a blue and yellow one on his own as they walked downstairs to have breakfast.
Neither of them had ever taken off their bracelets, if not to swim or shower, and every time they'd look at it they'd be reminded of the other, their everything.
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It was nights like these that Wilbur loved.
Just him, Quackity, music and something to smoke.
Sometimes Quackity even managed to steal a couple beers from his parents, and they'd spend the night getting high and drunk, then stumbling to Quackity's garage, passing out on one another there.
Or, when they'd both bring their guitars with them, and play and sing together until late night, when they'd reluctantly part ways, Quackity wandering off in the park while Wilbur made his way through the dark alleyways that brought to the gate of his house.
The words that were spoken there, at their spot behind the small supermarket in the middle of the park, were a secret, only known by them and the very few people that were still around at that time, passing on the sidewalk on the other side of the small parking lot.
Sometimes they were simple gossips, that Quackity heard from his friends and then told Wilbur, his voice excited as he told Wilbur everything he knew, only stopping to take a staff out of his cigarette, or a sip of his beer.
Not tonight.
They spent the night complaining about their parents.
Apparently, Quackity's older brother, George, had came out to their parents as gay, and he had been kicked out. Thank God, his boyfriend's parents had taken him in.
They both had been thinking about everything their parents had done, until Wilbur's voice broke the silence, smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke.
"You know what? Fuck it. I'm leaving this place."
Quackity laughed. "And where would you go?"
Wilbur was silent for a moment. "I don't know,". He then turned around and looked at the raven haired boy next to him. "Wanna come with me?"
"Yeah," the other replied, without hesitation. "It's not like our parents would care, anyways"
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Wilbur threw all the clothes he could fit inside his backpack along with a lighter, a swiss knife, his phone charger, a charged powerbank, his wallet, with money and documents, along with a half full pack of cigarettes.
He threw his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his guitar, before rushing downstairs.
Just as he was slipping on his shoes, a familiar voice came.
"Where are you going so late?".
Fuck.
Technoblade, his twin brother, stood at the end of the staircase, his long pink hair pulled up in a messy bun, black thin glasses resting on his nose.  He was probably reading.
"Out with Quackity," Wilbur lied through his teeth.
Techno nodded skeptically. "I could understand the guitar, but the backpack? I don't believe that you two are going to pull a 3 am study session"
Wilbur quickly thought of an excuse, but nothing came to mind.
"What are you doing up so late?" He tried to distract him.
"Studying. Don't try to change the subject. Where are you going? What's the backpack for?" Techno inquired.
Wilbur sighed. "I told you, I'm going out with Quackity. The backpack has a couple of things that I want to keep in my car. For emergencies, you know?"
"So if I looked in it right now I wouldn't find anything suspicious?" Techno asked.
"Why would you want to look in my backpack Techno?" Wilbur questioned.
Now it was Techno's turn to sigh. "I know what you want to do, Will." he murmured, his already deep voice sounding even deeper.
"And even if? I'm 20, Techno. We're not kids anymore. I know you've always been the careful one out of the two, but I don't need you being all over me."
"It's not about being all over you, Wilbur. I just-" Techno interrupted himself with a groan. "Think about Tommy. How will he feel tomorrow morning, when he'll wake up and learn that you ran away?"
"He's 16, Techno. He'll understand. Stop treating him like he's a fucking child." Wilbur snapped.
"Age doesn't matter! Don't you get it? Tommy, as a sixteen year old, will wake up tomorrow morning and find out that his big brother isn't here anymore! How do you think he will feel-"
"Ok, that's enough. If you're trying to guilt trip me into staying, then you know it won't work." The brunet interrupted.
"But Will-"
"I'm sorry it had to go this way. I love you, Tech. Tell Tommy I love him as well, and if you want to talk you have my number," he continued, before grabbing his house keys and his guitar and walking out of the door.
Turning back to close it behind himself, Wilbur could've sworn he had seen a tear slip down his brother's face, but it was too late to turn back now.
While he rushed down the stairs to reach his car, a blonde haired boy appeared next to Techno.
"Where did he go?" He asked, his voice tired. A yawn died in his throat, awakening suddenly as he heard Techno's response.
"I don't know Toms, but I don't think he's coming back."
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Quackity neatly folded three changes of clothes and a lot of underwear and pressed them to the end of his blue backpack, along with a blanket, before stuffing a couple things inside the front pocket.
He threw a powerbank and his phone charger inside the main pocket, along with a pencil case, a notebook, the book he was reading, his wallet, and cigarettes, before closing it.
He looked at the duck plushie George had given him when he was 4. It meant so much to him... He decided to put it in his bag, then walking out of his room.
He stopped dead in his track as he walked in front of his brother's room.
George was currently out, but he didn't want to leave like that.
He walked inside the room and looked on the desk to find a piece of paper and a pen.
"Hey gogy, just so you know, I probably won't be coming back. Please don't come look for me, it'll only be a burden for you. I'm not planning to change my phone number, so if you ever need to talk, call me.
Love ya, Lex <3
Ps: I'm taking mr quack with me"
He read the note again quickly, before a honk was heard outside his house.
He left the paper on George's desk and rushed outside, climbing in his boyfriend's car.
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After a 2 and a half hours car ride, spent blocking their parents' numbers, turning off snap map and everything that allowed other people to locate them and blasting random music, they finally stopped at a nearby motel, booking a room for the night.
"Isn't it funny?" Quackity smiled, eyes focused to the sight in front of them.
They had just finished eating pizza sitting on the roof of Wilbur's car, parked in the middle of the motel's dark parking lot, folded boxes left behind them as they looked at the stars, both lost in their own thoughts.
"What?" Wilbur giggled, staring at the way the moonlight reflected on Quackity's raven hair.
"How the universe got us to meet," Quackity replied. "Two strangers, so different yet so similar, who somehow met and ended up to this point. Ironic, isn't it?" He concluded, his eyes meeting Wilbur's brown ones.
"Maybe we were meant to meet each other," Wilbur debated. "Like that one thing we studied in literature"
Quackity chuckled. "You mean soulmates?"
"Yeah, that" Wilbur answered. "Your literature notes are useful, ya know?" he added.
Quackity giggled and turned to face Wilbur. "So you see me as your soulmate?" he asked genuinely.
Wilbur turned his head and stared into Quackity's deep black eyes. "Maybe I do, yeah."
Quackity sighed and dropped his head. "You gotta stop doing that"
"Doing what?" Wilbur questioned, confused.
Quackity swiftly threw his arms around Wilbur's neck and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
"Saying things that make me want to kiss you" Quackity whispered in reply.
They both froze for a moment, gazes wandering from eyes to lips, from lips to eyes, until Wilbur pressed their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss.
Their bodies pressed together as Wilbur cupped Quackity's cheek with one hand and brought the other under Quackity's thigh, who was pulled to straddle Wilbur's lap.
The raven turned and tightened his thighs around the brunet's waist, deepening the kiss while sliding his fingers in Wilbur's chocolate curls.
"Maybe we really were meant to meet each other..." Quackity murmured, before going down for another kiss.

FINALLY GOT IT OUT WOOOO
My writing method is writing down everything I have in mind and then add everything that's missing, hence why the beginning is shit