Welcome to my definitely 100% on time Valentine's day post!!! Hope you enjoy this definitely not two month late chapter B)
-A.King
"Baby!" Wilbur picked up his boyfriend. "I have an idea!"
"If it's anything to do with this stupid day, forget it," Quackity rolled his eyes.
"No," Wilbur kissed his cheek before setting him down. "I want to do an outfit swap! I want to wear your clothes!"
"You'd never fit in them," Quackity huffed.
"Yes, that's true," Wilbur grabbed Quackity's waist. "But maybe this is just an excuse for me to see you in my clothes~"
"Fine," the smaller finally smiled. "Only because I want to judge your clothing choice, though."
"That's alright," Wilbur kissed his forehead, smiling softly when he felt Quackity lean into the touch.
They've been dating for half a year, and Quackity still doesn't trust him. Wilbur is patient with him and has never once given him a reason to not trust him. The ex president never gets mad when Quackity is. He remains calm and lets Q yell, hit, and kick... Essentially throw a temper tantrum, but he never raises his voice. And when Wilbur is mad at Quackity, he'll talk to him calmly from across the room so the duck feels safe. He never approaches Quackity in these moments, but instead let's the duck come to him. All of this, the precautions, the careful words, walking on eggshells... Wilbur blames Schlatt, Karl, and Sapnap for. It gets annoying having to walk through a mine field every time you talk about something, but he understands that Quackity is genuinely trying to heal himself so he can love Wilbur properly.
Quackity goes to anger management, he has nightly talks with Wilbur before bed, and he's slowly starting to do more things with him even if he doesn't trust him.
They walked into the bedroom and Wilbur began stripping his clothes off. Quackity watched, his hands on the clasp of his suspenders, but not taking them off.
"Like what you see?" Wilbur showed off his nearly naked body to his boyfriend.
"No," Quackity smiled a bit. "It looks like death."
"That's what happens when you're dating a zombie~" he shook his ass at Quackity and the duck couldn't help but laugh.
By gods, he's so fucking pretty.
Quackity looked down at himself and his head immediately went to war with itself. He backed up against the wall and then watched Wilbur carefully as he undressed himself to his boxers.
"Alrighty, beautiful, I'll wear my own clothes, but your style. You just gotta give me your accessories," Wilbur winked at him.
Quackity nodded and grabbed his tie, bracelets, necklaces, belt, suspenders, and wing jewelry and places it on the bed. Wilbur smiled and handed Quackity his sweater, pants, belt, and trench coat. It was an unspoken rule that they wouldn't be swapping beanies.
Quackity quickly got dressed, and so did Wilbur, then they both looked at themselves in the mirror. Everything Quackity was wearing was way too big for him, but Wilbur thought it was adorable.
"Your clothes smell like death," Quackity scrunched up his nose.
"Well I haven't washed then since... Since L'manburg, I think," Wilbur smirked.
"EW!!! OH MY GODS YOU'RE DISGUSTING!!" Quackity shoved him.
"Real question for you," Wilbur smiled at him. 'Do you not trust your pants? I mean... A belt *and* suspenders? Really?"
Quackity stared at him a moment. "Gimme my clothes back."
"No I think I'll keep em~" Wilbur smirked. "At least until you admit you don't trust your pants to stay up."
