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valentine's | tnt duo

"Quackity!"

Exasperated, Quackity's head slowly tilted upwards, and his unblinded eye looked annoyedly at the man at his door. "What is it?"

The spark in Wilbur's eye glistened at the response. "It's Valentine's!"

Quackity froze.

Valentine's Day.

The 14th of February.

Memories flashed in his mind, going faster and faster as they sucked him back to the past, a world where he was happy, he was with them, and they were all happy.

A world where they did silly things like kissing each other on the forehead and cheeks, attempted to make flower crowns for each other, tucked flower crowns into each others' hair, read to each other cuddled.

A world where they spent all their days together, joking around about the dumbest things but always having the most engaging conversations.

A world where they would take turns saying "I love you" to each other, and none of them would ever get tired of it because it's true.

A world of love.

A world of wonder.

A world gone.

"Hello? Earth to Quackity?" His vision blurred back to Wilbur snapping his fingers right in front of him, a concerned look on his face. "You okay there, man?"

Slightly embarrassed, Quackity turned away, resting his head on his palm. "None of your business, Wilbur. Get out of my office."

Wilbur frowned, and grabbed a nearby chair and sat on it, legs crossed as if he was king. "If you're not okay, you can just tell me. I'm always here for you."

Quackity shifted to a position where he faced Wilbur, but his eyes hid behind his hands. "Just leave me be, Soot. Mind yourself."

Much to Quackity's irritance - or perhaps relief? - Wilbur didn't go anywhere. "C'mon, Quackity. You'll feel better if you tell someone."

"And why would I tell you?" The glint of his death stare was clearly visible.

"Because.. You trust me?"

"Very funny, Wilbur. I didn't laugh." Though he kept a straight face, Quackity's eyes were welling up, and Wilbur could see it.

Finally letting his worry take over him, Wilbur stood up, walking towards Quackity. "Duckie," he spoke softly as his hands cupped Quackity's face, "I just want you to feel better."

With that, he planted a light kiss on Quackity's forehead.

It felt like Sapnap's.

Or Karl's.

Or even Schlatt's.

The first tear fell.

Many followed, as Quackity subconsciously relaxed under his touch.

He cried silently into his sweater as he soothed him with soft, kind words, and brushed his fingers across his hair in a form of comfort.

Unable to hold in his emotions, he sobbed and sobbed as he leaned against his touch, his comfort, anything stable. Anything to keep him sane.

He couldn't tell who it was anymore.

That didn't matter.

What matters is that someone's here for him.

Someone's staying for him.

Someone's giving him comfort and love.

Someone's telling him:

"You're okay."

______________________________ 480 words

going to disappear again lmao

also this is a lot like "pretend" lmao nice to know i still write the same shxt a year later

i have a lot of drafts though 👀