THIS IS NOT MINE!! this is a reupload the author is @astronomika.

Wilbur struggled his whole life with overwhelming expectations. He felt as though he would never be good enough, he felt like a screw up. When screw up meets screw up, can they fix each other? Or will they just become a dumpster fire of trauma? This is my attempt at writing first person, I strongly prefer writing third person stories. But I thought it'd be fun to give this a try! This is a quackbur story that is pretty angsty. I'll put TW/CW when necessary. ⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️ This story contains: -Swearing -Constant use of alcohol -Abuse -S/h -suggested sex -make out scenes -su!c!de

Quackity is sick. Like, extreme-fever, feeling-like-death kind of sick. And although his only staff member has no bones and is very dependent on others, he can still run Las Nevadas...right? Wilbur Soot, Quackity's long-time rival, can see just how easily the country will crumble without some extra help. So he steps in, taking time to care for Quackity and assisting a bit on the business side of things. And somewhere along the way, the two of them end up catching feelings. While Wilbur plans to confess, Quackity is torn between his past relationships and his future ones. Wilbur realizes that the only way to make this work is if he can get Quackity to trust him. Can Wilbur succeed? Will Quackity recover within the standard seven to ten days? And what the hell are Ranboo and Tubbo whispering about- Contains: an ample amount of cursing, accurate descriptions of being sick, Wilbur smoking, alcohol used in moderation, Beeduo marriage + third wheeling, Tommy being confused for the millionth time, and a lot of gay shit EDIT: see the pinned conversation on my profile for my comments regarding this fic and the Wilbur situation, but TLDR: 1) this fic won't be affected, 2) I absolutely don't support Wilbur and his actions towards Shelby, and 3) I don't plan to write more Dream SMP fics. Please support other victims of abuse and take care of yourselves ❤

"Quackity?" I spin around, tackling him and tumbling roughly into the wall behind us. I pin his wrist down, tears dropping onto his soon-to-be crimson shirt. I can almost see the blood seeping out of the wounds I intend to slice into his skin. His pupils dilate as he clutches the dagger's hilt before it meets the vulnerable flesh of his neck. "Quackity drop the fucking knife," Wilbur hisses, gritting his teeth. My eyes widen as my grip loosens on the blade and his wrist, the knife clattering out of my grasp as I stare at him. I dip down, sensing the tension hovering between us, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage. From where sit straddling his waist, I see his face soften at the sight of my dishevelment. "What are you so afraid of?" he whispers gently. * * * Synopsis: Behind closed doors, a casino isn't all glittering lights and card games. It's made of traitors and cheaters... Quackity has always stood in other's shadows, cast out from countries, betrayed by those whom he loved, and laughed at by those whom he thought he could trust. The moment he creates an empire of his own, however, suddenly everyone wants a piece of their own, and it seems as if they'll stop at nothing for a taste of power. On the night of Las Nevadas' grand opening, a traitor threatens to tear down everything Quackity has built, and it seems as if the only one whom he can trust is a man who has an interesting relationship with matches and TNT. Cover art is mine! CW/TW: language, smut, blood/gore, weapons, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abusive/ toxic relationships, substance abuse, anxiety attacks, sexual assault, assault, character death, vomiting/ nausea, etc. Viewer discretion advised.

(Part Two of "Don't tell Anyone," you should check it out if you wanna check this one out!!) Quackity and Wilbur are living a nice, cute life far away from the SMP. Things are nice. Things are quiet. Things are peaceful. And they hate it! So, what else is there to do other than bring some chaos back? And they have just the thing to do it. ------------------------------------------------- Warnings: Cigarettes/Smoking Malewife and Girbossing Smut 👀 yes, some misspellings. please do correct me! ------------------------------------------------ ALSO!! THERE WILL BE NO: SHIPPING IRL CONTENT CREATORS! THESE ARE THE CHARACTERS FROM THE DSMP! SEXUALIZATION OF MINORS! SHIPPING OF MINORS! and other basic things, to make sure we all know. NOW you make read the book lol. ----------------------------------------------- YOOOOOOOOOOO!! WE BACK BITCHES! If you are new I suggest checking out the first part, it'll make more sense then. this book follows very little Canon events, so things are DEFINITELY inaccurate. and I don't spell check so... yah. Guys it's so nice to be back! I cannot wait for the drama! Anyways, hope yall enjoy! old and new!

The famed vampire Wilbur finds himself falling for the deadly vampire hunter Quackity. How will they resolve this? [Quackbur] [Enemies to lovers] [Has minor smut in a later chapter, and suggestive themes throughout] Cover by @KingBluShroom on Twitter!

~Royal au~ Wilbur has one job. Assassinate the prince. He's been given this job because he is the best there is...and he's desperate. There's only one problem. The prince is really fucking hard to kill. And it only gets harder once Wilbur starts to- uh oh...fall for him? When another assassin turns up, things get a lot more complicated.

One lonely night in Las Nevadas, Quackity and Wilbur drunkenly made a bet. A dumb, silly little bet. Nothing to it, right?? One-shot style fic kinda !!!cover art not mine!!!

Quackity the popular kid and Wilbur the smartest in the whole highschool, who knew they would both like hanging out in a janitors closet together? This is my second fanfic so hope you guys like it :D

(Quackbur fanfic and Wilbur is a bottom in this) What will happen when someone new moves in next door to Wilbur will they bond and become friends or become more than friends? (Btw I don't own any of the art that you will see and theres no nsfw in this) TW:abuse and strong language and some others I think !SHIPPING THE CHARACTERS NOT THE PEOPLE!