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Quackity was supposed to be Tommy's tutor and only that… of course, he grew fond of the kid but he had no intention of getting along or even really getting to know his family including the likes of Wilbur Soot.
Wilbur was a year older than Quackity and he considered himself superior for it and for a reason that really pissed him off. Wilbur had turned to Technoblade and muttered “I’m not interacting with some smart-ass who is tutoring my brother.”
Which In turn made Quackity scoff back and go “No one asked you, dumbass.” Which caused him to scowl and leave the room.
Since then he and Wilbur would often get into arguments and fights, and it was rare to see him smile while he was there- unless it was one of his good days.
On those good days, Wilbur would wave Hello with a grin which would make Tommy to light up and cause Quackity confusion, Wilbur had even offered to get them something to drink and then shoved his headphones on and got it for them when he said sure.
one time Wilbur even let Quackity hear what was playing through his headphones- some indie band that Quackity didn't know but expressed his enjoyment.
The next day they fought over the band shirt Quackity was wearing, over whether it was a shitty band or not.
Today Quackity thought might be a bad day after Wilbur had given him a glare as he went up the stairs. Quackity’s lip curled and he focused himself back into helping tutor Tommy.
Afterwards, as he gathered his supplies to finally leave for the day, Tommy had insisted to go hang out with Tubbo and Ranboo and ran off out the door before Quackity could get a proper word in.
He was left by himself and as he was heading out the door Wilbur had walked by, his hands holding the sides of his headphones where he promptly rested them around his neck on his shoulders. Quackity’s feet froze in place brow-raising curiosity
“You wanna play something? I have Mario Kart and a couple of other games.” He offered, his face didn’t have a smile on it or a frown. So Quackity couldn’t tell if he was messing with him or…?
“Uh sure.”
He answered, confused as hell but still down to beat his ass as toad. His pink lips barely upturn into that of a smile “Alright, come on then.” He raised his brows and tilted his head towards the stairs “You know where my room is.” He placed his hands in his pockets and started walking up the stairs. Quackity actually never entered Wilbur’s room before so how the hell would he know?
To avoid making Wilbur annoyed, he didn’t say that.
Once entering the room Quackity was… not really that surprised. Wilbur had a keyboard and a guitar in one corner with a couple posters spread out across the room, a bed, and a relatively small TV hooked up to a Nintendo switch. Wilbur pulled out a beanbag from under his bed and kicked it towards Quackity, after that he got onto his knees and scooted towards the TV to start setting it up.
“It’s not really all that fun to play with my brothers since they always complain- either too easy or too hard.” He explains, bending over a bit to try and get the plug behind the TV. Quackity diverts his line of sight and nods “uh, I get you Yeah- it’s not really fun if everyone whose playing is being a buzzkill.”
Wilbur nods “now you get me- and I thought that maybe you’d be fine to play with.”
Quackity raises a brow “Oh? So I’m just your last resort?” Quackity won’t lie, he was kind of offended that Wilbur only asked him because he didn’t have anyone else too.
Wilbur snorts “yeah maybe, but doesn’t mean we can’t have our own fun.” He grabs one of the controllers and holds it out for the shorter to take, which he quickly does “I guess not.” He grins.
He messes around a bit with the controller as Wilbur finally finished setting it up, bringing his own controller and sitting down next to the other “Let’s get some some Mario Kart out of the way.”
Quackity smiles “hell yeah, let’s get this party started- prepare to get your ass left in the dust.” He taunted, getting his game face on. Wilbur playfully scoffs “Okay, Nevadas then let’s go.”
…
Quackity beat Wilbur in Mario Kart seven times in a row.
They swerved toad into the goal “Wooh! Number 7! In your face!” He couldn’t help but laugh “let’s gooooo!” He cheered, throwing his hand up in the air.
Wilbur frowned, his face looked almost blank “I shouldn’t have given you the good controller- give it back And I’ll use it to actually properly beat you-!” He reached for it and Quackity pulled it away “No! Your just a sore loser.” He taunted as Wilbur reached for it again “No that controller is a clear advantage!”
Quackity held it behind him and Wilbur’s longer arm had easily grabbed it once he got up to actually move further towards him. Quackity decided that he didn’t want to let it go that easy and he tugged one more time and that… that caused Wilbur to tumble forwards “shit-!”
The fact that Wilbur was much taller then Quackity definitely made it worse And cause them both to fall to the ground. Wilbur’s face was met with hardwood floor and Quackity’s face was met with the black fabric of Wilbur’s shirt. Wilbur took a moment before slowly getting up, his face pausing to look at Quackity.
The two stared at each other in silence, their eyes darting around to look at the other's face. Wilbur suddenly and swiftly leaned in and captured Quackity’s lips in a deep heat-of-the-moment kiss. Quackity didn’t push him away to his own surprise, in fact he brought his hands up to card through Wilburs hair and kissed him back.
The kiss was a bit messy and a little awkward for a moment but they soon got into the rhythm of it, moving their lips to just keep feeling it. Wilbur’s lips barely parted so he could gently nibble and tug at Quackity’s lip before kissing him again. Quackity took quick breaths as soon as he could get proper air and tugged at Wilburs locks to press him further into it.
Wilbur kept both his arms on either side of Quackity’s head, the two keep this dance up for a moment- the two men start to feel their shortening breath and simultaneously they decided to pull away so that they could breathe in some air. The end result was that the two were left panting like dogs when it was hot as hell outside “dude, I couldn’t hold my breath any longer.” Quackity was the first to break the silence, Wilbur started to back up off him and sit back “Yeah no me neither, my lungs aren’t quite that powerful.”
Quackity started with a single snicker before turning into a mess of giggles and loud laughter “Jesus man-“ his face was still a bit red but eventually it devolved back into a little bit of the awkward spectrum “I’m uh glad to- er-“
Quackity suddenly stood up “perhaps I um… should go?” He offered, turning towards the door and places his hand on the knob to turn it. Wilbur shoots up and wraps his arms around Quackity from behind, their heights making them perfectly pressed together.
Quackity’s breath hitched, uncomfortably shifting his body which caused Wilbur to finally say something “You… Don’t have to leave.” He whispers with a low voice and the raven-haired man couldn’t force himself to say no.
“Okay.”
And Quackity stayed.