Drowning in bottles and sorrows {{TntDuo}}

Treat you better

I'm sorry for all of the time skips, but as soon as I get to the present of this story, it'll make more sense!
-Alex

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Wilbur sighed as he and Tommy were cast to the outskirts of L'Manburg. Damn Jschlatt and his little duck vice president. God, why couldn't Alex see that literally anyone was better than Jschlatt. Wilbur growled as Tommy sniffed, the younger blonde wiping his eyes as he looked over to his older brother. "Will... where will we stay now..?" Wilbur sighed before smiling, "I have an idea."

Wilbur and Tommy finally finished Pogtopia! It was everything they wanted it to be. A few of L'Manburgs ex-citizens moved there as well. It was about time all of them saw Jschlatt for who he really was. It had been a month of Pogtopia before a newcomer entered.

Quackity found himself running, Tubbo running beside him as the two just ran as fast as they could. They ended up finding their way to Pogtopia. Tubbo and Tommy were best friends, so the goat was allowed in. It was Quackity who was stopped. "Why should we let you in." Wilbur growled, glaring down at the duck. "You're married to the prick webuilt this place to get away from!" The taller snapped. Quackity flinched at the raise in tone, his wings fluffing, which made Wilbur take a step back. "He's dead... and Tubbo and I can't stay there... At least let Tubbo stay-" Before Quackity finished, Wilbur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. "Fine. You can stay here. Just don't think that makes me and you friends, Duck." Wilbur huffed, which made Quackitys eyes light up. "Thank you Wil- um... sir?" Wilbur chuckled a bit before stopping himself and looking away with a grunt. "Wilbur is fine."

Quackity huffed out as he laid back against the bed, his legs shaking and trembling as the taller brit laid beside him. Wilbur sat up slightly before looking over at the duck who was completely worn out. A smile creeped onto Wilburs face. "Don't think I like you or anything." Quackity giggled, which made Wilbur smile genuinely. "You know, I could've treated you better than that bitch." Wilbur smirked as Quackity rolled his eyes. "You hated me." Quackity said softly. "I wouldn't have ever lied to you." Wilbur said as he leaned over to Quackity, trying to kiss him as the duck pushed him off with a giggle. "Shut up-" Wilbur chuckled as he flopped back next to Quackity. "Just give me a sign, Quackity. I'll take your hand and take you away from here." Quackity rolled his eyes and smiled. "Stop being so cheesy, you nerd." Quackity huffed as Wilbur leaned over and stole a kiss on his cheek, the ducks face flushing red as he reached back and hit Wilbur. "Fuck you!"

Wilbur didn't want to admit, but he was beginning to catch feelings for Quackity. When they first had their "sex fling," it was because Quackity was hurting, and Wilburs wife was cheating on him as well. Wilbur felt like he wanted to give Quackity everything he missed with Jschlatt. And he planned to tell him everything. But the night he was going to, he found that Quackity was out with some dudes named Karl and Sapnap. Usually, Wilbur wouldn't have cared. Why would he care for someone he was just hooking up with? It wasn't ever more than that. But it felt like it was to Wilbur.

Quackity opened his door, sitting his keys down on the table. He walked into the kitchen only to be met with a cold voice. "Why were you out with them?" Quackity squeaked as he turned around to see Wilburs tall figure looming over him. "Excuse me?" Quackity raised an eyebrow. "I'm not stupid, Alex. Karl and Sapnap. You went on a date with them." Wilbur let out a sigh. Quackitys eyes narrowed as his wings fluffed. "Why do you care? We're only sex. Last I checked, there were no romantic feelings." Quackity said that kind of sadly. Wilbur looked taken aback as he looked at the duck. "Darling... you know I could treat you better. Any guy like you deserves a gentleman." Wilbur whispered softly. Quackity laughed as he looked up at Wilbur. "And you consider yourself a gentleman? You're cheating on your wife." Wilburs' eyes widened. He did have a point. But it still hurt. Wilbur swallowed hard before turning away from Quackity. "Fine. Waste your time. But always know I'll be here for you." Wilbur said before fixing his glasses and leaving. Quackity felt a hurt in his heart. He felt himself growing romantic feelings for Wilbur as well, and that's why he tried to rid them. He couldn't be in love with Wilbur, just not now. It wasn't what was best for Tubbo.

After the falling out of Quackity, Sapnap, and Karl, Quackity began hearing those words in his head. The ones Wilbur would tell him all of the time. "I could treat you better." The duck felt his eyes tear up as he laid his head against his desk. He wished he would've told Wilbur how he felt. It would've been better than letting him die without knowing. Quackity still deeply hated him for everything he'd said and done, but it still hurt. Quackity thought back to how Wilbur was one of the only people to call him "Alex" or "Alexis." Well, besides Jschlatt... but they way Wilbur said it made the ducks heart flutter. His smooth British accent replayed in his head as he sighed. The duck knew Wilbur was dead now, and that's what affected him the most. Quackity knew that if Wilbur was still alive, it would take months, probably years for the duck to build up trust with him before he would even consider dating him. Quackity had felt so let down and so abused with his past relationships. The only good relationship he had was with Eret. But that was way long ago.

Maybe Wilbur was right.

Maybe he could've treated Quackity better than anyone else could.

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I'm still scared about writing smut, so I think I'm gonna hold off. But this is one of my favorite chapters so far!
-Alex