"𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 ❣︎" [ QUACKBUR❤︎] DISCONTINUED

~Accepting what's true~

It was currently 2am at night and Wilbur was laying in bed looking at the bland ceiling while listening to the sound of rain fall on the roof and his window, when he was a kid he would usually stay up at night just to listen and watch the rain but tonight that wasn't the case.

No, not at all tonight the brunette couldn't stop thinking about that boy and how he made him feel, he stopped and emotionally scolded himself but then regretted it, he didn't understand why he was feeling this way..well he did but why? Why did he have to fall for the stupid raven? Why did he suddenly find everything the other did mesmerising? But was it really just now or did he always think this way but was too blind to realise?

He liked Quackity? No he didn't
Right?

Wait he likes boys?
No he can't
But he can?

Everything was messing with his head and he hated it, but he couldn't possibly be in love with the boy..I mean he can't be! They hate eachother..but does he really hate him?

No, he never did
He couldn't..no matter how hard he tried to he never could and he always wondered why?
He always thought that it's because they were friends when they were kids and it sucks losing your best friend but at the same time you get over it am I right?
Besides friendships come and go.

But maybe he couldn't hate the raven because he cared..cared more than he thought he did, he started to get lost in his thoughts and memories of them started playing.

He layed up and rested his back and head on the wall, how could I be this stupid? He asked himself.

It was so fucking obvious that I loved him more than a friend, he thought again looking back at all the times he...he made it clear that he was in love, when the boy was mad or angry at him he wasn't feeling any kind of madness or annoyance but rather happy? Or he found it cute? That's why he had that stupid smile plastered all over his face, or when the boy was sad Wilbur was there to make sure the younger had a shoulder to cry on and a sweater to soak with tears... but why?

"Cause you love him you idiot..."

He wishpered to himself and then smiled, maybe this doesn't have to be bad thing he thought, maybe he doesn't need to overthink everything, maybe he should just let his heart love who it wants and not force himself to change just because it's "wrong" but no matter how much he tried to look at the positive side there were always these voices in the back of his head telling him how his worthless and can't be loved or is not cable of being loved and how someone as perfect as Quackity could love someone like him...and how Quackity is not even gay and he probably has a crush on a random girl from school.

Even if all this was confusing him he knew one thing, and that was that he wanted to make up for the mistakes he made, try and help the other or maybe even be a.. friend to him
If that was even possible.

On the other side of town well not really more realistically a few houses down the street a short boy with long black hair was sneaking in the kitchen trying to be as quiet as possible.

Ding!

He heard and his phone vibrated in his pocket he took it out and saw it was a message from Karl?
What could he possibly need at fucking 2am the boy thought.

He unlocked his phone and pressed on the notification.

Karl<3
-Hey I need to talk to your gay ass right now!

Excuse me?-

-Come onnnn pleaseee I really need your help big Q