ѕσ ι gυєѕѕ тнιѕ ιѕ ℓσνє. // 𝚃𝚗𝚝𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝙰𝚄

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// TW: SH // cringe as shit guys

Wilbur walked in the door, throwing his bag on the ground. It's not very serious, he just.. couldn't take the up and down anymore.

 He walked up the stairs and into his bedroom, going into the bathroom and grabbing a razor. He held it up to his wrist and pressed as hard as he could, letting out a very slight whine as the blood began to trickle onto the floor. He sat down, groaning as he hugged his arms around himself.

After a while he stood, tears streaming down his face and the blood staining his shirt.

Do I really want this? This is stupid, I can come back from my entire life being torn apart.. Right? I-.. There's still people there.. Quackity's still here.

Wilbur sighed and simply threw the razor on the floor, changing into a different shirt and going to lie on his bed. 

He woke up to a hand shaking his shoulder.

"Mm.. Tommy-" "We need to talk." "Wh-?" He looked over and saw Tommy holding the razor. Wilbur felt his arm twitch a little as he stared at it.

"..Yeah? What, you need help shaving?~" He attempted a smile, sitting up. "No- Shit, I know how to shave, asshole! I'm trying to be fucking serious, prick.." "No, Toms, I didn't use that for anything but it's intended purpose. Now go away, gremlin."

"You know I don't believe you. Remember when I found that bottle of beer under your bed and you swore up and down it was your girlfriends, but then I watched you drink like a week after?" "Oh piss off, I was 16." "You were a liar, you bastard." "Good night, Tommyyy.." "It's like 4 o'clock, fuck goodnight!" "Is Alex back yet?" Tommy just scowled, walking out of the door. "You owe me, you ass."

Around an hour later he felt someone poke his forehead, making him stir and slowly wake. He opened his eyes to see who it was. His lover. "Q.. holy fuck, today's been a day-" "Tommy told me about the razor." He groaned. 

"Oh don't fuck with me, Wil! What happened? You were doing so well!" "I had a bad day. Which I'd love to tell you about if you'd let me explain." Quackity narrowed his eyes and sat on the bed next to him. "..Tell me later. We want you down for dinner." "Dinner? Isn't it 4?" "6, dumbass." Quackity gave him a small smile, standing and grabbing Wilbur's hand to pull him up. Quackity tried to ignore the dried blood he felt on his partner's wrist, wanting to believe everything was fine.

After dinner, the two went back up to their room. "Wiillll.." "What?" "I'm tired." "What d'you want me to do about it?" "Get your ass over here." He chuckled. "I've gotta change first, silly-" "Come here!" "Rude." Wilbur sat down, Quackity immediately climbing on his lap.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Will you tell me about your day, now?"

"I dunno. Maybe you'll have to sweeten the deal."

"Your so cringe." Quackity sighed and kissed Wilbur's nose. "Now answer me, you ass."

Wilbur just groaned and wrapped his arms tighter around Quackity's waist, pulling him down with him as he lied on the bed. "I.. got expelled." "Oh. The fuck did you do that for?" "It wasn't my fault, prick. Anyway- uhm- so.. I can't go to the college we were thinking." "Oh shit. Well- there's plenty other colleges, right?" "Quackity, I.. No. I think I missed more classes than I attended, I'm barely passing- I'm stunned I made it here in the first place." Quackity hummed in response, standing and going over to turn the lights off. When he came back, he wrapped his arms around Wilbur and nuzzled into his chest. "..You better not fucking touch that razor again. I'll murder you. Zero hesitation." "Wow. Love you too." "I fucking mean it. Get help, Wil. I'm not losing you after hate loving you for my entire life. I love you." 

I belive him, but how do I tell him it isn't worth it?