Purr For Me (DNF)

You're Adorable

Quackity's POV

Wilbur appeared from the stairs, wearing a playful scowl on his face as he glared at Dream, who took one glance at brunette and started wheezing.

I leaned out of the sofa and looked at Wilbur, who pointed an accusatory finger at Dream. The brunette was wearing a black hoodie with Dream's trademark smiley face on it, matched with a pair of jeans. "Dream, why the fuck did you give me your merch to wear?" 

Dream grinned. "Self-promotion. Hey, you should feel honoured. I got someone to make this specially for me." 

Wilbur rolled his eyes and couldn't hold back his smile, the smile I adored. He squirmed uncomfortably. "These damn jeans are crushing my tail."

"You could always wear a skirt," I suggested, smirking. "Maybe I should as well. Gogy's gonna need to get new pants."

George shrugged, scrunching his nose as he shifted his position, letting his tail wrap around himself. "Yeah. This is uncomfortable."

"Oh yeah, I'm streaming tomorrow, who wants to join?" Sapnap said abruptly. "Me!" Karl raised his hand.

"My mum wants me to come back tomorrow," Tommy grumbled. "She bought plane tickets for both me and Tubbo already."

"You're still a child," Wilbur said, sitting cross legged on the floor and grinning at Tommy and Tubbo. "I'm not," Tommy shot back, flipping Wilbur off.

"Wilbur's a simp," Tubbo said to back up Tommy, adding, "For Quackity."

"I am not!" Wilbur protested. "Why is everyone ganging up on me?"

"No one's ganging up on you, Wilbur," Sapnap rolled his eyes. "We're stating the obvious."

"The obvious?" Wilbur's voice hitched a little. 

"They don't mean it," I interrupted, smiling at Wilbur. "Relax."

Wilbur stiffened and with a rush of joy, I caught a glimpse of longing and want in his eyes before it disappeared. "Yeah, I know."

A while later, me and Wilbur decided to go back to the hotel and we promptly did so, dragging a disgruntled Tommy and hyper Tubbo along.

In the Uber, Tubbo fell asleep on Tommy's shoulder. Tommy attempted to stay awake, but ended up dozing off, his messy blonde curls flattened against Tubbo's brown locks.

"When should we go back?" I broke the silence. Wilbur thought for a while. "I'm not sure," he said. "Maybe a few more days here?"

"Alright," I agreed, too tired to think. My eyes fluttered shut.

Wilbur's POV

Quackity's eyes shut and soon enough, he was sleeping, the dark feathery hair under his beanie on my shoulder.

My heart thudded. I glanced down at Quackity's eyelashes, the little smile on his lips as he slept. Was he dreaming? If he was, was it about me? Or someone else?

My heart ached at the thought, so instead, I drew him close to me, the quiet rumble of the car helping me relax.

Dream's POV

Wilbur, Quackity, Tommy and Tubbo left, leaving me, George, Sapnap and Karl in silence. I yawned. "I'm tired. G'night."

I got up to leave.

George's tail darted out and wrapped around my waist, dragging me back onto the sofa with surprising force. "Nooooo," he groaned, hands reaching out to wrap around my hips. "I'll be lonely..."