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[asingulardoorknob]

q!tntduo- homework

idk how to use tumblr but I may as well start it off by reposting one of my favourite aus :))

(inspired by @/sootistics on twitter <3)

q!tntduo au in which tallulah tricks q!wilbur into giving q!quackity flowers under the guise of a homework assignment.

“Are you sure it was today, darling?” Tallulah nodded and scribbled a couple of quick sentences on her notepad.

That’s what Mr. Smiley Man said. Maybe he forgot to get it added to the tasks for today? Wilbur hummed thoughtfully. That did sound like something Quackity would do. The man wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

Tallulah tugged at the bottom of his sleeve and gestured towards her notepad.

I mention Mr. Quackity once, and you get all smiley. Wilbur sighed softly. His girl never missed a thing.

“I was thinking about something else, mi amor- not Quackity.” Tallulah shot him a look that told him she was not convinced, but she dropped the subject, anyway.

We need to make a bouquet of flowers and present them to the teacher, Tallulah wrote. Which should be pretty easy because of my garden. Wilbur nodded in acknowledgement. It was a bit of a weird task to give the eggs for homework- though then again- it was Quackity they were talking about. The raven-haired man had certainly given them weirder homework to complete before.

“Alright then, what flowers do you think he’d like the most from your garden, sweetheart?” he asked, turning to admire the rows and rows of carefully planted flowers. Wilbur knew the names of a few of them, but most importantly, he knew the one Quackity had said he liked. Poppies. He said they reminded him of Tilin.

He turned back towards Tallulah to read what she’d written on her notepad.

Red tulips! It read in big capital letters. And maybe some roses and lilacs! Or other colours of tulips, or maybe lily of the valley; I like those!

“Whatever you want, mi niña. I was also thinking of some poppies since Mr. Quackity likes those.” Tallulah grinned and offered him an enthusiastic nod before she ran off toward her garden to pick some flowers. Wilbur smiled fondly. He loved his girl so much; she meant the absolute world to him. Wilbur would do anything for her.

“Tallulah, honey,” he exclaimed as he made his way over to where she was kneeling over her garden. “That looks gorgeous. Mr. Quackity’s going to love it.” Tallulah shook her head and gently placed the flowers she held down on the dirt. 

It’s not done yet, Papi, she quickly wrote, before setting down her notepad and returning to picking flowers. Wilbur chuckled fondly and ruffled her hair.

“My bad, darling,” he said. “Let me know when it’s finished.”

~

Half an hour later, Tallulah presented him with a large bouquet made up of lilacs, red roses, a couple of colours of tulips, lily of the valleys, and poppies. 

“It looks perfect, my petal,” he said, admiring her handiwork. Tallulah giggled, while Wilbur rose from the grass where he had been sitting cross-legged. “Are you ready to go hand it in?” She nodded excitedly.

Let’s go see Mr. Quackity! She wrote before carefully tucking her notepad into one of the large pockets in her dress. Wilbur smiled fondly. 

“Alright, but you have to stay with me, okay? There are scary monsters around, and I don’t want you getting hurt, mi amor.” Tallulah nodded. Phil had been keeping him updated on the QSMP while he was away on tour, and from the sounds of Phil’s letters, things certainly weren’t getting less dangerous. He’d heard that the monsters were getting more aggressive, seemingly evolving alongside the society the members of the QSMP had created. Not to mention the binary entity that was wandering around, seemingly on an unending mission to kill the eggs. 

Wilbur nearly jumped as Tallulah gently wrapped her fingers around his. 

Right, they had places to be.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, smiling down at his daughter and squeezing her hand. “We don’t want to keep Mr. Quackity waiting after all.”

 ~

Wilbur felt Tallulah’s hand drop from his as they drew closer to the school.

“Tallulah, darling, where are you going?” he called after her as she ran through the tall grass. Unfortunately, the girl didn’t hear him as she seemed to be too distracted by a small turtle making its way through the grass. “We can look at the turtle after- you have homework due.”

“Wilbur?” Quackity’s distant voice prompted Wilbur to turn away from Tallulah momentarily. “What are you doing here?” Wilbur glanced back at Tallulah, who was now completely out of earshot chasing some sort of butterfly. He sighed and slowly made his way over to where Quackity stood in front of the school doors.

“I- uh- I have these for you,” Wilbur said awkwardly, holding the bouquet out in front of him. Quackity’s eyebrows shot up.

“For me?”

“Yes- or- well, they’re not really from me, per se. They’re more from Tallulah but-.”

“Thank you,” Quackity said, cutting him off as he took the flowers. “But you really didn’t need to do this.” Wilbur frowned.

“What?”

“I mean, I appreciate it. I really do, but- um- it wasn’t necessary.” Wilbur was at a loss for words. What was Quackity talking about?

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that Tallulah had said-.”

“This was Tallulah’s idea? Not- yours?” Quackity asked, hesitating on the last word. He almost sounded disappointed, which only served to confuse Wilbur even more.

“Well, I mean she brought it up, and we got it ready together,” he explained, gesturing towards the flowers. “I knew you liked poppies, so I made sure to include those.”

“You remembered my favourite flower?” Wilbur did his best to fight back the warm blush that he knew was rising to his cheeks.

“I mean- yes, I- I guess.” Luckily, Quackity seemed equally as flustered, so much so that he didn’t notice Wilbur’s bright pink cheeks. Fuck. He should go. He should make sure Tallulah was safe. He’d given Quackity the homework. All he had to do was turn around and leave.

“Do you know flower code, Wilbur?” Quackity asked suddenly, catching Wilbur off guard.

“Yes- I have a book on it. Why?” Quackity’s blush deepened.

“Then you know what these flowers mean?”

What was he talking about? Wilbur glanced down at the bouquet, carefully studying each of the flowers.

Lily of the Valley: the return of happiness.

Lilac: first emotions of love.

Yellow tulip: hopeless love.

Red rose: love and passion.

Red tulip: declaration of love.

The only one that didn’t fit was the poppies, which Wilbur had suggested because they were Quackity’s favourites.

Then it clicked.

This wasn’t homework. There was no homework. He glanced behind him to see Tallulah standing nearby, watching with a sheepish smile on her face. She had planned this for him, and he may as well take advantage of it. He’d been meaning to talk to Quackity for weeks about what they were, anyway.

“I know what they mean,” he said finally, meeting Quackity’s gaze. “And to answer your next question; it wasn’t an accident.” Quackity’s mouth opened slightly in surprise.

“You- you really feel that way, Wilbur?” he asked quietly. 

“I do,” Wilbur responded with a soft smile. “I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” Quackity grinned back at him as he plucked the biggest red tulip from the bouquet and held it out to Wilbur.

A declaration of love. 

With an undoubtedly stupid-looking grin on his face, Wilbur took the flower. 

A declaration of love. 

It was out there now. His feelings. Quackity’s feelings. 

Now what?

A small giggle broke the awkward silence between them as Tallulah came running over, her notepad in hand.

-Finally,- was all that it read, making Quackity chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I guess that was pretty overdue,” he said, reaching over to ruffle the girl’s hair. Wilbur smiled. Quackity was good with kids, as much as others loved to claim otherwise. He may not be the most responsible- Wilbur could admit that- but Tallulah loved him, and that was all that mattered to Wilbur. After a few moments, Wilbur glanced up at the sky to notice the sun beginning to disappear beyond the horizon. He needed to get Tallulah home before the monsters started to come out. Regretfully, he met Quackity’s warm, brown eyes.

“Come by later- we can talk more than,” he said, gently tucking the shorter man’s hair back behind his ear. Quackity leaned into his touch, making Wilbur smile. He’d wasted so much time convincing himself that his feelings for Quackity weren’t real, but he had no plans to waste any more of it.

“Here,” he said, raising his other hand to hold Quackity’s chin as he slowly slid the red tulip behind his ear. “Now you’re looking handsome.” A warm blush rose to Quackity’s cheeks, but he quickly fought it off with a sarcastic comment.

“Oh, because I wasn’t before?” he asked with a cheeky smile. Wilbur shook his head affectionately. Quackity was the only person in the world who could make him smile as much as this. 

“See you later, Quackity,” he said, finally turning away to face Tallulah, who was still all smiles from the successful execution of her plan. Wilbur could practically hear the cheeky smirk in Quackity’s voice when he responded.

“Bye, handsome.” As much as he wanted to, Wilbur fought the urge to glance back at Quackity, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep walking away if he did. 

Instead, he turned to look down at his beautiful, wonderful, precious little girl. The mastermind behind this whole plan. He should be mad at her for tricking him, and potentially setting him up for failure and rejection, but he was too happy with the outcome to even so much as scold her. He couldn’t keep the undoubtedly goofy-looking smile from his lips, as he bent over to pick a poppy from the dirt.

“For you,” he said, pausing momentarily to tuck the red flower behind her ear. “For being the best wing woman your dad could have asked for.”

[quinnonimp]

bonus bc this song makes me cry its so fucking qtntduo its jsut guitar strings and every note makes me ill its literally them

welcome back to another episode of brazilian songs that r very tntduo to me . this weeks episode we have sambalamento which is so miserably qtntduo coded . thank u and goodbye

[regular-human-being]

Me: "Yeah, I love writing /r c/qtntduo. I've written over 100k words about them."

Also me: *Has only ever written them kissing once*

[sootburs9000]

okay so bc APPARENTLY ppl r getting jarred by qtntduo so with my bare minimum knowledge here’s my hot take and hopes and wishes:

since have NOT been watching qsmp at ALL i don’t have enough TIME and EVERYONE STREAMS SO LONG MY ADHD CANNOT!!

but anyways: q!quackity falls in love with wilbur again anyways despite the horrors likely because he just DESIRES SOME sense of normalcy- and having something like a boyfriend (at least in his brain after the horrors) would be good for him!! and like the GOOD PAST RELATIONSHIP TO HIS FRIEND/NOW MAYBE BOYFRIENDGURLFRIEND Wilbur ACTUALLY FUCKING HELPS Q QUACKITY like- “hey you’re still remembering things so let’s not be together until you’re sure of yourself” and just helping him get back on his feet overall, like “hey I brought you (insert food) since you seemed hungry” and such and both heal from the horrors,

[wilbyscoot]

I love reblogging qsmp quackbur stuff even though I'm more into the idea of solo dadbur.

[fagtainsparklez]

badboyhalo does NOT have faith in /r qtntduo! sorry tallulah

[asingulardoorknob]

q!tntduo- claustrophobia

Tallulah didn’t like small spaces. Everyone on the island knew that.

So, that’s what El Quackity took advantage of when The Federation ordered him to teach Wilbur a lesson. 

“Tallulah!” El Quackity exclaimed as he stepped through the gate and into Tallulah’s garden. “I have a surprise for you.” The small girl’s face lit up, and she ran towards El Quackity. She seemed to be a sweet girl, but El Quackity had no sympathy for her- he couldn’t afford to have sympathy for anyone- as he knew The Federation would just take advantage of it. Just like he was about to do to Wilbur. El Quackity shook his head in an effort to clear any semblance of guilt from his mind, and turned his attention back to Tallulah, who was now directly in front of him, her small ringed notepad held out towards him.

-Mr. Smiley Guy!- it read, in large cheerful letters. Right. That’s what Tallulah had called the original Quackity. El Quackity forced a small smile to his lips.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said again. The girl’s smile grew even wider, and she reached up to hold El Quackity’s hand.

She trusted him. No hesitation at all. El Quackity’s heart constricted slightly, but he did his best to ignore it. 

“It’s just in here,” he said, gesturing towards the small shed that Wilbur had built next to Tallulah’s garden in order to store her tools and extra seeds. That earned him a confused glance from Tallulah, but still not so much as a glimmer of distrust in her expression. It was endearing, but dangerous. She would never survive on her own with so much willingness to trust others. 

El Quackity pulled the key from his pocket, unlocked the shed door, and gestured for Tallulah to head inside.

“It’s just through there,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. An expression of unease flashed across Tallulah’s face, but still, she stepped into the cramped shed. She glanced around expectantly for a few seconds before turning back to face El Quackity, her confusion evident in her expression.

“Sorry,” El Quackity said with a slight shrug. “I lied.” 

With a grunt, he slammed the door shut in her face and shoved the key into the lock, snapping it at the shoulder to prevent the door from being opened from the inside. El Quackity chuckled as Tallulah pounded uselessly against the door. It was cruel, but if it made Wilbur obedient to The Federation, it had to be done. 

A choked sob echoed from the other side of the door as the pounding slowed. Poor girl. She gave up so easily- a shame, really. Too sweet for her own good. A soft rustling caught El Quackity’s attention, and he glanced down to see a small piece of paper being slid under the door. He bent down and picked it up, noting how it was slightly damp- presumably from Tallulah’s tears. Carefully, he unfolded it, and read the note written in shaky purple crayon.

-Mr. Quackity, I think you accidentally closed the door on me. Can you let me out?-

Accidentally. Even in this circumstance, Tallulah was still trying to look for the best in him.

-I don’t like small spaces. Papi says it’s called claustrophobia. Please let me out, I’m scared.-

El Quackity’s heart constricted slightly in his chest. He couldn’t afford to feel any type of guilt. The Federation would do god-knows-what to him if he failed this mission.

“Listen,” El Quackity said. “This isn’t personal, kid.” Tallulah sucked in a short panicked breath from the other side of the door. “I’m sorry.” El Quackity crumpled the letter up and dropped it down into the long grass. Wilbur would get the message. He’d never go against The Federation again, and El Quackity would never have to get near Tallulah again. He didn’t like how she got to him. How he’d had to fight back his emotions several times in the few minutes he’d spent with her. She was his weak spot, and he wasn’t sure exactly why. He just knew he wanted nothing to do with her. 

With a sigh, El Quackity walked away from the shed, Tallulah’s muffled sobs growing more distant as he did so. 

“Don’t fight this, Wilbur,” he muttered to himself as he dropped a small playing card with The Federation logo on it into Wilbur’s mailbox.

The brunette would get the message. He had to.

Otherwise, The Federation would ask El Quackity to do something much more drastic, something El Quackity wasn’t sure he’d be able to do.

~

El Quackity couldn’t concentrate. No matter what he did to distract himself, his mind wandered back to Tallulah, trapped inside that tiny shed all alone. He felt sick. His entire body felt tense, and he was jumping at every little noise. It was awful. He felt like shit.

Lost in thought, El Quackity wandered through the forest, occasionally stopping to pick up a rock or inspect one of the security cameras that The Federation had planted throughout the island. He went wherever his feet took him, not putting too much thought into which direction he walked. Eventually, he found himself standing outside the fence that surrounded Wilbur and Tallulah’s property. His eyes immediately landed on the small shed only a few metres from where he stood. 

Tallulah. Was she still in there? 

It had only been an hour since he’d locked her in. Had Wilbur come back yet? 

Carefully, he climbed over the fence and moved closer to the shed. A muffled sob from inside immediately answered all his questions. Tallulah was still stuck inside. El Quackity’s stomach twisted as guilt squeezed his heart. 

The Federation would kill him if he failed this mission- he had no doubt about that. 

But, Tallulah. Innocent, sweet Tallulah. She had nothing to do with this. She didn’t deserve to have her worst fears taken advantage of. It wasn’t fair. 

El Quackity gritted his teeth. He had to leave. He couldn’t afford to be caught here. Wilbur could return at any time. Another sob echoed from the shed, halting El Quackity in his tracks. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t just leave her there. Not again.

Fuck whatever The Federation would do to him. That innocent girl in there didn’t deserve to suffer like this. El Quackity rushed towards the shed and grasped the lock in his hand.

“Tallulah?” he asked, as softly as he could. The girl’s muffled sobs abruptly stopped, as if someone had covered her mouth. “Are you okay in there?” He paused, waiting for her to slip a note under the door like last time, but no answer ever came. 

“Tallulah, I’ve come to get you out of there, sweetheart,” El Quackity tried as he carefully examined the lock. “I’m sorry I locked you in there- it was-.”

“You did what?”

~

El Quackity jumped at the loud voice behind him. He hadn’t heard Wilbur approach.

“Wilbur-.” The brunette’s expression was set in a stony glare.

“Get the fuck out of my way, Quackity,” he seethed. El Quackity flinched. He’d never seen Wilbur so angry before; not even when he’d been watching him on The Federation’s cameras. Wilbur was a calm person. He didn’t let his emotions get to him like this.

“Quackity, give me the fucking lock.” El Quackity’s eyes widened, and he quickly sidestepped out of the way as Wilbur ripped the lock from his hands.

“Tallulah?” Wilbur asked, his voice shockingly soft. “Honey, it’s Papa. I’m gonna get you out of there, okay? I know you’re scared, but you’re doing so well. It’s almost over.” El Quackity’s heart clenched slightly at the care that Wilbur held for his daughter. It reminded him of the way he’d watched the original Quackity care for Tilin- yet somehow this was ten times magnified. 

El Quackity watched as Wilbur yanked on the padlock, somehow snapping the shackle  cleanly in half and allowing the hatch attached to the door to swing open. 

“Tallulah, mi niña. It’s okay; I’m here,” Wilbur said, tearing open the door, his eyes widening as the sunlight fell on Tallulah’s small shaking form. It was even worse when she looked up, blinking against the bright light, her eyes rimmed red from crying and tear streaks running down her cheeks. 

“Tallulah!” Wilbur exclaimed as he rushed forward, falling to his knees onto the hard wooden floor of the shed. The small girl reached out for him, grasping at the soft fabric of his yellow sweater once he was within arm’s reach. 

“It’s okay. I’m here now. You’re safe,” Wilbur muttered over and over again, as he carefully scooped Tallulah up into his arms, cradling her against his chest, and using one hand to comb through the unruly brown hair that stuck out from under her beanie. The same hair that poked out from under Wilbur’s own beanie. El Quackity couldn’t help but notice the uncanny similarities between Tallulah and Wilbur. She really did look a lot like her father- just like the original Quackity had always said. 

El Quackity shook his head. Why was he still here? Wilbur was back, and El Quackity had delivered The Federation’s message- though not exactly in the way he’d intended to. He needed to go. He glanced back towards the pair, where Tallulah now had her notepad in hand, scribbling out what El Quackity assumed to be an abbreviated version of the events leading up to now. Wilbur kept glancing back and forth between Tallulah’s shaky writing and El Quackity, his expression shifting from bewilderment to anger to some other emotion that El Quackity couldn’t quite put a name to. All he knew was that he really didn’t want to be around once Wilbur had finally been told the whole story. 

With one last glance towards the pair,  El Quackity turned his back to them, and took a step towards the gate.

“Tallulah, darling,” Wilbur said firmly, the tone of his voice stopping El Quackity in his tracks. “Can you go inside for a moment? I’ll meet you there- I just need to have a word with Mr. Quackity first, okay?” El Quackity slowly turned back to face Wilbur, as Tallulah ran past him toward the house that Wilbur had built for her all those months ago. Once the small girl was out of earshot, Wilbur’s soft smile quickly dropped from his face.

“Quackity,” Wilbur started, his voice shaking with anger. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” El Quackity’s jaw clenched subconsciously. What would the original Quackity have said in this situation? He couldn’t let Wilbur catch onto The Federation’s bigger plan.

“It was just a joke,” he said, with what he hoped was a nonchalant shrug. Wilbur bristled.

“A joke? You thought that was funny? Quackity, you know she’s claustrophobic!” El Quackity winced.

“It was a bad joke,” he said hesitantly. Wilbur stepped forward.

“No shit. What has been up with you lately? You’ve been a complete asshole,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly, as he reached out to touch El Quackity’s cheek.

Of course, Wilbur would be the one to notice that something was off. 

“Sorry,” El Quackity said, stepping backwards and out of Wilbur’s reach. “I guess I’m just still upset about Tilin.” Wilbur’s expression slowly shifted from anger to something El Quackity couldn’t quite read..

“Really?” he asked distractedly, his fingers curling back into a loose fist at El Quackity’s reaction to his touch. Shit. Wilbur knew something was up. El Quackity needed to go- now. “Quackity, do you remember, just before I left for tour, when we had that picnic, and I told you that you could tell me anything?” Wilbur asked suddenly, his eyes still darting back and forth across El Quackity’s face, as if searching for something in his expression.

“Of course,” El Quackity lied. He didn’t remember a picnic in the hours of security footage that The Federation had made him watch- but if Wilbur was mentioning it, it must have been important. “And, I’m sorry. I just don’t think I’m ready to talk about anything right now.” Wilbur’s eyes widened, and in one fluid motion, he sent El Quackity crashing backwards into the wall of the shed. 

“We never had a picnic before I left for tour.” 

Fuck. El Quackity let out a hiss of pain as Wilbur bundled his fist in the fabric of El Quackity’s jacket and pulled him slightly forwards. 

 “Who the fuck are you, and where is my Quackity?”

~

El Quackity’s heart sank. Of course, Wilbur knew. Why wouldn’t he? He was the only person on the server who knew the original Quackity well enough to notice a slight change in personality. 

“Wilbur?” he whispered, contorting his face into what he hoped was a convincing enough expression of pure confusion. “What are you talking about?” The brunette shook his head, clearly unsatisfied with El Quackity’s performance.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he hissed. El Quackity was taken aback by the venom in his voice, and decided to shift to a different strategy. Everything wasn’t lost yet. He could still save this.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” El Quackity spat, attempting to push Wilbur off of him. “What do you mean ‘your Quackity?’ I am Quackity! Who else could I possibly be?” Wilbur barred his teeth. 

“Why don’t you tell me, asshole?” His grip was surprisingly strong; no matter how much El Quackity struggled, he couldn’t seem to push him off. 

Fuck.

El Quackity was stuck. If he didn’t get out of here soon, he could potentially blow The Federation’s entire operation. He had to save this somehow. He had to pin it on someone else. Someone like the original Quackity. 

Wilbur obviously knew something was off- just not what exactly. El Quackity could use that to his advantage. He could pretend that he was still the original Quackity- just under some sort of mind control.

“The Federation sends their regards,” El Quackity said after a moment, hoping the statement would be enough to catch Wilbur off-guard. The brunette’s eyes widened, and his grip on El Quackity’s jacket loosened slightly.

“The Federation?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “What the fuck do you mean?” El Quackity forced an emotionless look to his face as he mechanically pushed forwards, trying to wriggle out of Wilbur’s grip.

“That’s classified.” A muscle in Wilbur’s jaw twitched, and his entire expression seemed to harden. 

“Fine,” Wilbur said coldly, curling his fists into El Quackity’s jacket once more, as he shoved him back against the wall. “You don’t want to tell me? That’s fine.” El Quackity had never seen the brunette so angry before. Not even when the original Quackity had vandalized the home that Wilbur had built for Tallulah. This was a whole new Wilbur standing before him.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Who are you, and where is my Quackity?” El Quackity forced himself to remain expressionless. He couldn’t afford to give the brunette even so much as a hint that he wasn’t the original Quackity.

“I am Quackity,” he said, slowly reaching up to grasp the small circular locket that hung from his neck. “Just not your Quackity anymore.” An emotion El Quackity couldn’t quite identify flashed across Wilbur’s face as his eyes settled on the locket.

“Open it,” the brunette commanded, his voice filled with emotion. El Quackity did as he was told, opening the locket to reveal a close-up photo of Wilbur’s smiling face. The original Quackity had carried it with him everywhere he went, and El Quackity knew Wilbur had an identical one somewhere with Quackity’s picture in it. The matching lockets were obviously important to the pair, so El Quackity had made sure to swipe it off the original Quackity when The Federation had taken him.

“Quackity,” Wilbur said, his voice barely above a whisper. “What did they do to you?” He sounded broken. It was awful.

“They opened my eyes,” El Quackity responded simply, fighting to keep his face as expressionless as possible. Wilbur glanced up, his warm brown eyes a startling mix of anger and sadness.

“What could they have possibly said to make you do this?” he asked, relinquishing his grip on El Quackity’s jacket to gesture at the shed. 

This was it. Wilbur was believing it. El Quackity just had to stick the landing, and get away from the scene of the crime.

“You were gone so long, Wilbur,” El Quackity said, letting a little bit of bitter resentment leak into his tone. “You abandoned me- just like everyone else did.” Of course, the resentment he felt wasn’t towards Wilbur- but it worked well enough to add that extra degree of authenticity to his story.

“Quackity-.”

“No.”

“I’m here now!” Wilbur yelled, his voice cracking slightly.

“That’s not good enough, Wilbur!” El Quackity yelled back, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion that The Federation had forced him to keep bottled up. “You weren’t there when I needed you!”

“And The Federation was?” Wilbur challenged, his eyes dancing across El Quackity’s expression. 

“Yes.” El Quackity forced his face into a cold, neutral expression. Eventually, Wilbur looked away, disappointed when he didn’t find whatever it was he had been searching for in El Quackity’s features. Perfect. He had Wilbur right where he needed him.

“You know what?” El Quackity said, raising his hand back up to the locket. “I’m done with you. “

“What?” Wilbur’s face paled slightly. “Quackity, what are you talking about?”

“Whatever was between us- whatever you thought we had- it’s over. I’m done. I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

“I was on tour overseas-.”

“I asked you to stay. You didn’t listen.”

“I had obligations, Quackity! I couldn’t just drop everything for you!” El Quackity nodded, and in one fluid motion, ripped the locket from his neck.

“And that’s the problem, Wilbur.” He dropped the locket into Wilbur’s outstretched hand. “I’m done.” 

“Quackity!” Wilbur yelled out as El Quackity turned his back on the brunette. “Wait!” 

Almost there. Just a few more steps to the waypoint, and El Quackity would be gone.

“Quackity!” El Quackity winced at the pure pain that filled Wilbur’s voice. “Quackity!”

Five more steps.

“Quackity, please!”

He opened the door to the small room that Wilbur had built around the waypoint. Three steps.

“Quackity!” El Quackity’s heart felt heavy in his chest. Guilt. He was feeling guilty again. What the fuck was wrong with him?

The door slammed shut and Wilbur’s voice grew muffled.

One step.

“Quackity, please! Can we just talk about this?” El Quackity met Wilbur’s red-rimmed eyes through the small window on the door. He forced the corners of his lips upward into a small smile.

“This is for your own good, Wilbur,” then, as an afterthought, he added, “I’m sorry.”

[quinnonimp]

the current romantic implications of qtntduo rn r pretty funny since qwilbur obviously finds qQuackity attractive but only comments on it sometimes - meanwhile qQ is all "HE IS MY HUSBAND . HIS DAUGHTER IS MY DAUGHTER . WE HAVE A VERY INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP THAT IS YET TO BE LABELLED "

[quinnonimp]

welcome back to another episode of brazilian songs that r very tntduo to me . this weeks episode we have sambalamento which is so miserably qtntduo coded . thank u and goodbye