TW Suicide.
Wilbur woke up to a soft knock on his door. He got up off the couch, unsure when he fell asleep there. When he opened the door he nearly fell over.
"Hello, Quackity," he sighed and leaned on the open door. He didn't know what the man was going to say, but honestly he didn't want to hear it. He was sick of the pain his heart that grew stronger everytime he saw the man.
"I'm gonna end my life tonight," Quackity said flatly. "I don't know why I came here, though."
Wilbur stared at him. "I'm not gonna be here for you anymore, Quackity. You don't even notice me."
"That's not true i-"
"I was there for you when Schlatt was beating the shit out of you. I gave you food, a shoulder to cry on, a safe place to sleep at night. I showed you real love, and you went to Sapnap and Karl.'
"You ruined that rela-"
"I wasn't the one who chose to cheat on them. I'm not the one who forgot about you and I'm not the one who chose Karl over you. Even then, even after that and you treating me like shit. It was only a month ago. A month ago! that I again gave you a hug, held you, gave you a shoulder to cry on, food to eat, a safe place to sleep, and showed you again what it's like to feel loved. And again, you left. Nothing changed. You still fucking hate me because of your own damn mistakes. So kill yourself, Quackity. I'll go to your funeral, faithful to you as always. But I'm not talking you out of it again." Wilbur started to shut the door.
"I- Wilbur please!" Quackity slipped through the door. 'Please don't go. I'm sorry! I'm sorry just please don't leave me. I think I knew that. Please! Please stay." Quackity squeezed Wilbur's arm.
Wilbur sighed and picked Quackity up, bringing him to his bed and laying down with him. "You're not going to be doing anything dumb tonight or ever. And you're gonna stop hating me. And you're gonna let me help you restore your happiness."
"Yes sir," Quackity cried, happy Wilbur was on top of him like a weighted blanket. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Wilbur kissed his forehead. "I'll let you explain yourself in the morning. Right now, I want you to feel safe and loved. Try to sleep, duckling."
They fell asleep in each other's arms that night... And every night after that. Quackity explained himself, and Wilbur listened. They argued almost every day, but they always ended up making out in the middle of them. Wilbur couldn't stand being close to Quackity and not kissing him no matter how angry he felt.
Sex was a given. Almost every night they had each other screaming and moaning and cumming. Showering after and cuddling before falling asleep. They repeated and Quackity found that he was happy. That it only took a week or two for his thoughts to go away. And now he and Wilbur are engaged and neither have ever been more happy.
