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margaretoakgrove · 1 year

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Taking care of Heisenberg

If once you decide to open an old huge dictionary and find the word ''workaholic'' within this book, i bet the name of this handsome man certainly will be its definition.

It is just incredible that each day Heisenberg finds so many hours to build his metal army of mechanical undead soldiers and, unfortunately, such a small amount of time for taking care of himself.

The lord tends to put his own self-care and state of health aside, but you, on the very contrary, put them on the first place along with yours.

Actually, it will be fair enough to say, that you enjoy taking care of your loved one, and the undeniable fact that you are able to make his life easier and better turns you into one of the happiest people in the world.

Heisenberg is definitely a man of a good appetite, but in spite of that he prefers a simple food over rare exquisite dishes. Therefore if you just cook a fried meat with boiled potatoes and a simple vegetable salad, be doubtlessly sure that your pretty hands will be covered with little kisses of his endless gratitude.

Oftentimes, the old worn clothes of the lord become dirty and damaged as he usually works with motor oil and different metal scraps with rather sharp edges, but you are always ready to remove any oil stain from his trousers and sew up every hole in his shirt.

One needs to mention that your loved one's work is not only physically hard, but it's also hazardous, and, at times, sharp tools, metal scraps or even his own creation that, all of a sudden, went totally crazy can injure him. After such unpleasant situations you carefully patch his bleeding wounds up, and Karl, seeing a concerned look on your face, every time gives you a reassuring smile and tells that you shouldn't be so worried because of just another scratch. (Well yeah, just another scratch which, in the afterwards, turns into another deep scar.)

As Heisenberg strictly forbids you to wander the lowest levels of the factory completely all alone, warning that it's super dangerous, you cannot go down there and check on him when he burns the midnight oil, creating one more addition to his army.

But when the lord sits in his workshop on the highest and safest floor of the building, designing and improving scatches or writing down important notes, you always bring him a healthy snack and a mug of aromatic strong coffee even in the middle of the night which is not a problem for you at all.

When your loved one, after working hard during all day almost in nonstop regime, tirely flops down on your shared cozy bed, you don't ever mind to provide him with a wonderfully relaxing massage. The caring hands of yours slowly and gently rub his weary neck and shoulders, and Karl doesn't even try to hold slight moans of an absolute pleasure, letting you understand like this how unbelievably good you make him feel.

By the havoc which practically daily happens in his life Heisenberg, rather often, feels very stressed out, and you perfectely know that at these gloomy days of his Karl needs the comfort of your company more than usual. You caringly offer him to drink a nice cup of hot relaxing herbal infusion and take a slow walk on the fresh air somewhere in the woods, trying to speak on positive themes in the process of your little trip, at the same time listening to the calming ambient sounds of the nature.

In winter you are especially worried about the health state of your dearest man, noticing that despite a cold weather he is quite lightly dressed, and his neck is perpetually open to the strong gusts of freezing northern and western winds. Does one need to say how surprised the lord was when you timidly gifted him a simply-looking yet so soft and warm scarf knitted with your own golden hands? No, the man wasn't just pleasantly surprised, he was baffled, even shocked by this gesture because literally nobody in his entire life has ever done such a nice thing for him.

Having the new accessory wrapped around his neck (which fits him well, by the way), Karl attends special occasions by the name of family meetings where he with a smug-ass smile on his face lively brags to the siblings (especially to Lady D) about what a kind, caring and attentive person his precious darling really is, unlike someone's annoyingly buzzing bloodthirsty bugs.

Heisenberg is sure as hell that he will never be grateful enough to you for everything you do for him every single day, understanding very well that without your divine presence in his life he would never ever feel so truly loved and cared for.

But the lord does not even imagine that the short sincere ''thank you, Buttercup'' of his makes you melt like a sweet sugar cube in a hot fragrant tea.

And each new day you are willing to keep tirelessly surrounding him with your priceless love and tender care because this so close to your heart man means the world for you and, surely, even more.

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uvobreakmylegs · 2 years

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Hephaestus’ Workshop

Warnings: captivity, possessive behavior, creepy moments, brief body horror, Heisenberg is an asshole

Word count: 4k

Karl Heisenberg's desire to escape Mother Miranda made him a workaholic, staying up late into the night working on his soldats, the metal army he was putting together so when he did finally turn on Miranda, neither her nor any of the other lords would be able to stand in his way.

So it was normal enough not to see him for an extended period, his absences usually lasting two or three days.

When more than a week had passed and you had yet to see him emerge from the lower levels of his factory, you became worried. While he could handle himself, who knew what exactly he was getting into with those experiments of his. Worst case scenarios were running through your mind, various ways in which the lord ended up getting himself killed. Electrocution, a gas explosion, even getting torn apart by the soldats he was making. How likely were those scenarios? You weren't sure, but the longer you went without seeing him, the more you wondered if something bad had happened to him.

And while there was a part of you that was worried for his sake, you were also worried about what would happen to you if he died.

Once Miranda and the other lords realized what had happened and discovered you, what action would they take?

You probably wouldn't go to Dimitrescu; no doubt she would be disgusted upon learning that you'd repeatedly slept with Heisenberg and would consider you to be tainted for that reason. You couldn't imagine that Donna would have much interest, so the only one who might end up taking you could be Moreau, although what he might do to you also was unclear.

Then again, you might not end up with any of the lords. If Heisenberg died and his plans were discovered, then Mother Miranda herself might choose to exact vengeance on you. If she was the one to take you, it would be a long time before you would die, if she would decide to kill you at all.

That was what spurred you to make your way down the stairs to the lower levels. That, and the fact that you had heard Moreau outside of the factory, calling out for Heisenberg.

There wasn't a lot for you to do in the factory and Heisenberg didn't want you being involved with his experiments, so whenever you were especially bored you played around with his paints in one of the rooms on the ground level of the factory, keeping the windows open a crack so the paint fumes wouldn't overwhelm you. That was when you heard Moreau calling, and you ran from the room to find a hiding spot in the event that he chose to peer through the windows.

For whatever reason, the man Heisenberg referred to as a “moronic freak” occasionally visited with him. Maybe because Dimitrescu and Donna didn't want to be around him. Although Heisenberg didn't want to be around the fish man either, but it seemed whenever he was in the right mood, he'd talk with him, though it mostly seemed to be so he could bully the unfortunate lord. And evidently Moreau was desperate enough for company that he'd just take whatever verbal abuse was hurled his way.

But seeing as Heisenburg was still down on the lower levels, there was no one to answer when the fish man called, and he sounded more dejected the longer he tried to get a response.

Maybe it wouldn't have been anything to worry about, but since it was the third time Moreau had came to the factory and found no sign of Heisenberg, you worried that he would become suspicious.

You came out of your hiding spot when it sounded like he was leaving.

But as he left, you happened to catch him talking to himself, muttering something about needing to “tell mother.”

The only person he could be referring to was Mother Miranda, and if he was bringing her here to call upon Heisenberg, then you needed to get him to come back up.

Or confirm that he was dead. One or the other.

You tugged at the collar around your neck as you went down the stairs, trying in vain to loosen it just a little. You'd accepted that you needed to wear it, so you didn't know why Heisenberg insisted on the thing being so tight which often made it uncomfortable given that it was made out of metal. Not to mention the design at the front caused you extra grief, as the family crest with the horse and horseshoe he'd so carefully crafted dug into your skin at times.

Maybe it came from some desire to have something that was clearly marked as being “his”.

Whatever. It didn't matter at the moment. As you made it to the bottom of the first flight of stairs, you reiterated that you needed to find Heisenberg, and if he was alive, you would tell him what you'd heard.

And if not...... You'd figure it out when you came to that part.

It took only a few minutes to realize that the task you'd set for yourself wasn't easy at all: the factory was massive, and it took you over thirty minutes to wander around the highest of the underground levels, only for Heisenberg to be nowhere in sight.

Sighing to yourself a little, you returned to the stairs and made your way down to the next level, and the results were the same.

The further down you went, the colder it became. Even though at one point you'd caught sight of massive furnaces in an open area beyond the bodies that were being pulled along a metal track, any and all heat was traveling upwards. You wished you'd brought something more with you than the simple dress from the village Heisenberg had gotten for you. All you could do was bury your hands in your sleeves and wrap your arms around yourself as you continued with your search.

And the further down you went, it also became dirtier. At a certain point, you lifted up the skirt of your dress to keep any of the grime and dirt from getting on the end of it. You didn't have too many pieces of clothing that fit you, so you did your best to keep them from getting too dirty.

Like Aphrodite going down to visit Hephaestus.

You stopped, going over that thought again.

….. It was rather narcissistic to compare yourself to Aphrodite, of all people. Not to mention that when it came to personality, you wouldn't want to compare yourself to her for that either. There were a fair amount of bad things she'd done, like how she helped cause a war that left countless people dead for the sake of her own vanity and the constant cheating on her husband.

Although in fairness regarding the second point, you didn't recall ever reading anything that indicated that she'd actually wanted to be with Hephaestus. That was something that she hadn't been given a choice in.

You shook your head.

As fun as it was to analyze morally questionable gods from ancient times, that also wasn't too important right now.

Another level down and you had yet to catch any sign of Heisenberg. By now you weren't sure how long you'd been looking and your feet were starting to hurt. Because of that, you'd switched from the stairs to taking the elevators. Maybe the noise the elevators made would get his attention and he'd come out to meet you.

But nope. Still nothing.

Although you did eventually run into someone who was alive.

Or at least, one that acted like it.

When you'd been venturing down a dark hallway, you quickly noticed the soldats that were hanging on one side of it. Like the ones you'd seen earlier on the track, they were motionless, and when you inched your way towards the one that was closest to the door, you didn't see any sign that they were conscious.

Not wanting to stay in this area longer than necessary, you walked into the hall, keeping a fast pace and staying as far away from them as you could.

Your heart jumped up into your throat when the one at the very end of the line suddenly sprung to life and stepped out in front of you, blocking your path.

He turned to face you and stood there while he stared.

Not that you could see his eyes given the large black visor that covered half of his face. But it felt like he was staring.

What concerned you most about him was the giant drill that had been attached to his left arm. The thing was almost as tall as you were, and if he managed to hit you with it, you wouldn't have a long time to live.

The red power box on his chest glowed in the darkened area, and your eyes kept jumping from that spot back up to his face as you waited for any indication for what his next move would be. That red area should be his weak point, you remembered. But even if you could avoid that drill, you didn't have any weapons, nor did you have the strength to shut him down with your hands alone.

Then he moved.

A lot faster than you were expecting, as his empty right hand reached out for your head. You only managed to take a few steps back before he had a hand in your hair, his grip tightening when you tried to pull away. When you still tried to get away, the warning growl that came from his mouth made you still. So you stood there while the soldat ran dead fingers through your hair.

He gingerly stroked the strands before switching to your face, trailing across your cheek and outlining your lips before moving down to your jaw and then eventually your neck.

What do you do? Let him do what he wanted? Try to shut him down even without weapons, or did you take advantage of how distracted he was at the moment to run away and hope you were fast enough to avoid him grabbing you again?

None of those things, as it turned out.

Because when his fingers came in contact with the metal collar around your neck and traced the outline of the Heisenberg family crest, the soldat pulled his hand back like he'd been burned. He moved fast again, this time to get away from you, lowering his head once there was distance between the two of you once more.

After a moment where nothing happened, you cleared your throat, not realizing how dry it had become since coming down here.

“C-could you move? I need to get through, please,” you said.

The soldat reacted immediately, stepping to the side to allow you as much room as you needed.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as you scurried past him.

From what you could hear, he wasn't following you, but when you glanced over your shoulder, you saw him staring at you from around the corner.

Please let Heisenberg still be alive. Just so I don't have to go through that again, you thought to yourself.

Luckily that soldat was the only one that woke when you came by in your search for the lord, and you were spared from any more instances like that one.

Just when you figured that Heisenberg was also nowhere to be found on this level and you were coming to terms with needing to pass by the one that had grabbed you to get to the elevator, something caught your attention:

Cigar smoke.

The smell of the Cuban cigars that Heisenberg was so fond of was wafting out of a doorway you hadn't initially noticed, and you made your way past a table full of an assortment of tools.

Another soldat, this time on an operating table in the middle of the room. This one was missing parts of his arms, both having been cut off and stitched up before the elbow. You couldn't see his face either as a large chunk of metal was covering almost his entire upper half, and when you looked to a table that sat opposite of him, you saw what looked to be a propeller blade.

No, wait..... Those were chainsaws.

Another strong smell of the Cuban cigar hit you, and when you looked beyond the soldat on the operating table into an adjacent room, you saw him.

Heisenberg, facing away from you while leaning back on a beaten-up looking chair and one hand holding a cigar that was nearly finished.

Alive and well, and clearly awake as he pulled the cigar back to his lips.

Also aware that you were there, as he spoke soon after.

“I thought I told you that you shouldn't come down this far,” he said, a new wave of smoke rising after he exhaled.

“Yeah, you did,” you said.

“And yet here you are.”

He glanced back to you, his face finally coming into view. His beard looked messier than normal, and it looked like there had been a build-up of grime on his skin. A result for working for over a week with little to no sleep, most likely.

“You usually listen to what I say, so I'm guessing you're here for a reason,” Heisenberg continued.

You nodded.

“Well then,” he began, standing up to turn his chair around to face you and sitting back down after, “let's hear it.”

“Moreau came by earlier,” you said.

“What, did that idiot see you?”

“No, I don't think so,” you answered, “but when he was leaving, I heard him mention something about bringing Miranda around.”

The dark sunglasses he wore made it difficult to get a read on what he was feeling, but the instant you mentioned Miranda's name, his eyebrows furrowed and he frowned.

“Goddammit, I miss him once and he goes running to that bitch?” he snapped.

“.... Not once,” you corrected.

“What?”

“It's the third time he's come by since you've been down here.”

“What? I've only been down here four days, what's he need to see me for?”

“..... Karl, you've been down here for over a week,” you said.

He stared at you for a moment before saying “you're kidding.”

You shook your head.

There was surprise on his face now. He really had been caught off-guard by that information.

“That's a new one for me,” said Heisenberg, “and here I thought I was pretty good at keeping track of things.”

“Maybe you got too engrossed in your – ah!”

You'd been standing next to the soldat by this point and it surprised you when he brushed one of his stumps against your arm. You jumped to the side, hitting a shelf while chills ran through you.

That was enough to annoy Heisenberg, as a crowbar that had been sitting on the table next to the chainsaws suddenly flew off and delivered a solid blow to the soldat's stomach, making the poor creature let out a cry that was muffled by the metal over his head.

“Don't touch her, asshole.”

Heisenberg looked back to you, asking “you didn't hurt yourself, did you?”

You'd banged yourself up a little, but it wasn't anything serious and you shook your head.

“Good.”

He pressed the end of the cigar out into a nearby ashtray that was near to overflowing. Then he sat up in his seat, stretching out his arms as he said “guess I better head up top. Don't want Miranda to come in and see something she shouldn't.”

You nodded, but you were looking at the soldat again. What was he trying to do with this one that had him working so hard?

“What are you working on?” you asked.

“A fucking failure, that's what,” he grumbled, “I've been trying to figure out a solution to the overheating problem, but there's nothing. Just a waste of time, energy and materials. I don't even wanna keep – hey, what the fuck did I just say, freak?”

The soldat was reaching out to you again after hearing your voice, the sewn up stump blindly searching for you, though he pulled his hand back when he heard Heisenberg talking to him again.

Weird that it was the second time you'd encountered one of his soldiers trying to get handsy with you.

“Why are they all so touchy?” you asked.

“.... All?” he repeated.

You turned your head to see him looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“You do something before you got here?” he asked.

“I don't think so? Or if I did, I didn't mean to,” you began, “I was just going through the factory looking for you, and one of them woke up when I got close.”

“.... You okay?”

His eyes were still obscured, but you could tell he was looking you over now, trying to see if you'd suffered any injuries.

“I'm fine. He just grabbed at my hair a bit, mostly,” you said, then adding “and he backed off when he saw the crest.”

He was frowning again.

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

“No. They shouldn't be touching you. The ones out there were ordered not to touch you just in case something like this happened and you did come down here.”

He sighed as he continued “they're supposed to be following all of my orders, so there's something wrong if they aren't listening to something as simple as 'leave you alone'.”

“Ah.”

Heisenberg had been in an annoyed mood when you first walked in, and now that you had mentioned the reaction that the other soldat had to you, he seemed even more annoyed upon realizing that there was more work for him to do.

When you got back up top, it'd probably be best for you to retreat to your room and keep out of his way for a bit. That way you could avoid being in the line of fire in case he was pushed too far and his temper flared.

A chill ran through you then, and you visibly shuddered as you wrapped your arms around yourself once more.

Heisenberg noticed.

“You cold?”

You nodded.

He didn't say anything to that. Instead, he sat back on the chair and patted his thigh. A signal for you to sit on his lap.

You were accustomed to the command. You were also accustomed to what would happen if you tried to deny him: the metal collar would allow him to pull you forward by your neck and he would make you do what he wanted anyway. So there was no point to trying to say no as all it did was make more problems for you.

Walking forward, you quickly found yourself in his embrace as the moment you were within reach, he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap.

He was warm, and you nuzzled your face into his shirt.

“And you said the soldats were being touchy. What's this about?” he asked.

As he said that, he wrapped his arms around you.

“.... I guess I was worried,” you answered.

“About what?”

The smell of the cigar was stronger now, as well as the smell of oil and machinery, as well as the faint scent of something burnt.

“I thought maybe you died.”

He scoffed.

“Don't have a lotta faith in me, do you?”

“You aren't normally down here this long,” you countered.

“Hm.”

His hand went to your hair after a moment, his fingers brushing through and playing with the strands in a similar manner to the soldat from earlier.

While you didn't mention that again, apparently that came to Heisenberg's mind.

“You said the one from earlier grabbed your hair?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“That doesn't seem normal either.”

You glanced over at the one on the operating table, and while you weren't sure if he could really see the two of you, the way he twisted his back and attempted to crane his neck told you that he was trying to.

“Maybe they're trying to copy you,” you said.

The stroking to your hair stopped, and his gaze also seemed to go to the soldat.

“.... If they've been watching us, then that means they've been wandering around where they shouldn't. Which is, again, a problem that needs fixing.”

He sighed again as he said “later, I guess. I'll just lock down the lower levels for now so they can't get up and cause problems. Tip my hand too early and we'll all be dead.”

You nodded.

“When did you say Moreau came by?” he asked.

“I don't know. I think it was a while ago.”

“Better hurry upstairs then,” he said, “depending on how fast he got to her and what her mood is, she just might listen to him for once.”

With that, he lifted you up in his arms as he stood, and he carried you out of the room as he headed towards the elevator.

You looked over his shoulder as he walked, your eyes going to the half-finished soldats and the various tools and metalwork that littered the rooms he went by. An army built from villager corpses combined with metal and electricity, all so he could get out of the cult of the village that Miranda called family.

And after that?

….. You realized you'd never asked him that before.

“What happens after?”

“After what?” he asked back.

“After you defeat Miranda?”

His stride didn't falter, but you heard the way he hummed to himself.

“Honestly, I haven't really thought about that part,” said Heisenberg, “figured that it's better to focus on the big thing of getting out of here before I worry about what might come after.”

“What makes you ask?” he added.

“Just wondering, I guess,” you said, “there's a lot of people like Miranda out there. If you aren't careful, someone else could end up capturing you and try to use you.”

“I'll die before I let anyone do that to me again.”

Heisenberg spoke those words with conviction. He truly hated being trapped under Miranda's thumb, truly hated being being held in this place against his will.

There's some kind of irony that he didn't realize that he'd done the exact same thing to you. The only difference between the two of you was that you weren't special; you didn't have the powers that he did, nor anything that could come even close to comparing. You were just someone weak he kept around because it made him feel like he had control of something in his life.

Trying to deny that was painful, so you went along with what he wanted while you were here.

And after the village?

“What happens to me?” you asked.

“What, when we get out?”

“Yeah.”

“You're coming with me, what else?”

He turned his head to look at you, and now that you were closer, you could vaguely see his eyes through the dark lenses of the glasses. The way he looked at you made it clear that he thought your question was beyond stupid.

“You really thought I was gonna leave you behind in this fucking village?” he asked.

“Just making sure,” you said.

“You don't need to; you're coming with me, and we'll be getting out together,” he stated firmly, “that clear?”

“Yeah.”

Finally, the two of you reached the elevator, and Heisenberg continued to hold you as he stepped in and hit the switch so the car would travel up. As the car began its ascent, he whispered to you “you'll need to stay in your room for a few days. You got lucky this time, but we don't want to risk any of the lords popping by and managing to see you.”

You nodded.

The crest was digging into your neck again, and you brought up your hand to tug at it in an attempt to get some relief. As usual, it didn't work.

If Heisenberg noticed, he pretended that he didn't.

And the two of you continued back up to the world above.

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fernlessbastard · 1 month

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Quackity's a workaholic.

He would spend nights working instead of sleeping, but eventually, when Las Nevadas was developed enough to mostly run itself, that it isn't just work. He could never truly sleep, never wanted to fall asleep, scared of his own mind when not focused on something, only sometimes pushing himself to rest through alcohol or pure exhaustion.

Wilbur on the other hand never had issues falling asleep. It came to him naturally, or maybe it was the constant exhaustion (especially after revival). He could never really sleep though. He would fall asleep, but not rest, half conscious most of the time, or experiencing terrible nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night.

Inspired by your recent art, Quackity would sometimes just stare at sleeping Wilbur. But, Wilbur would often stare at sleeping Quackity in the morning, admiring his lover when he's all soft and calm, and thinking of ways to surprise him with something nice when he wakes up. Maybe he should make him breakfast.

Ok so I love this cause I absolutely adore the "opposites attract" HCs with Q but it'd always be like "well they both definitely have sleep issues" but this is a way to have both and like that's a major slay

Three little hcs regarding their sleeping habits: 1. they both have a tendency to wake up when the other does, just automatically - they're just synchronised (most of the time at least one of them falls right back asleep tho); 2. Wilbur's weak sleep is significantly worse when Quackity's still working - like, he will finally come to bed and Wil's asleep but then Q sits down on the bed (quietly as fuck) and Wilbur's like "hey"; 3. they switch around their sleeping positions, but Wilbur absolutely loves being the small spoon - partly cause he's always cold, but mainly cause he wasn't held enough as a kid/hj

Aaaand in the spirit of the ask, a little headcanon that's tied up with this (plus more at the end):

Common one, but I'll elaborate - Quackity's warm, Wilbur's cold. So, of course Wilbur's cold after revival cause his body's kinda fucked up and all that. Quackity - for a normal human (or a normal animal hybrid I guess idk works with duck too) consistently has a pretty high body temperature. He prefers sleeping mostly undressed (maybe with shorts on but that's not a guarantee/lh), he usually has to unbutton his shirt a bit lower than standard (I mean he's also a whore but it's a 2 in 1 y'know), etc etc.

Now, with Schlatt that resulted in limited cuddling even in the honeymoon phase cause the other also had a higher body temperature, and they'd just end up sweaty and uncomfortable.

With Eret the relationship started with a generic, platonic, positive message ("you matter ♡ -Eret" which they gave out to people in general just as a nice gesture, but nothing romantic) and ended with Q alone at the altar, so it's probably safe to say that didn't really come up.

With Karl and Sapnap though his body temperature was both too much, and not enough - Sapnap, as a demon hybrid, was much warmer, so with him cuddling wasn't really the most comfortable long-term, and while Karl was slightly on the colder side, Quackity wasn't as warm as Sapnap, so Karl would mostly cling to the latter. They'd try to make it all "even", but the emotional and physical distance was still noticeable.

And then there's Wilbur.

In pogtopia they didn't really cuddle much, but whenever they touched shoulders or leaned against each other Quackity noticed that Wilbur would frequently lean in for just a second longer than normal. This came back 10x stronger after revival. With a lot of Wilbur's nerves and blood vessels fucked up, he's pretty cold most of the time. The first time they cuddle he absolutely sinks into the embrace, making a comment about how nicely warm the other is. Quackity doesn't expect it to hit him as hard as it does. He giggles, slightly flustered, and dismisses it as Wilbur just being colder. From then on it repeats, and soon enough Quackity returns the favour by unintentionally hitting Wilbur with something along the lines of "you're like, the perfect temperature". See, Wilbur's always been on the colder side. He'd hear comments about how cold his hands were - not to even mention post revival - and he never really thought much of it, until Quackity's comment just hit him like a ton of bricks, and he just felt so perfectly in place in Q's arms. They just form the perfect temperature equilibrium; not too warm, not too cold - just perfect.

Little bonus: Quackity starts occasionally taking a jacket or sth with him even though he doesn't need it but he knows Wilbur will probably get cold (and need a second jacket).

Another little bonus that connects this HC to a different one about Quackity having sensory issues. VERY tldr is that sometimes he just gets this intense physical discomfort in his limbs (AuADHD moment), and only way to lessen it is intense stretching, OOOORR using Wilbur as his personal ice bag. There'll be nights where Wilbur will try to move his foot cause "it's probably too cold and bothering Q" just for Quackity to "scold" him for moving it cause it was pressing perfectly into his calf and keeping him from losing his mind cause of sensory issues.

Also they both have food sensitivities, but Q's are more broad, and sometimes they'll spend hours arguing(/lovingly) over what to get on pizza, or when they go to a new food place sometimes Wilbur will just look at Quackity who's staring at the idk olives he accidentally ordered in his food (cause he didn't know the dish contained them) and he will just silently slide over his plate so that his boyfriend can peacefully pick all of them out and give them to Wilbur. When Wilbur encounters food sensitivities - say, in a restaurant - Quackity will go full Karen mode and make sure his boyfriend gets only the food he wants.

Continuing the topic of mental health, sometimes Wilbur will struggle with hygiene during depressive episodes, to which Quackity will either motivate him with showering together(/nsx), a shared bath, if he's doing worse, or in the worst case scenario he'll help him clean himself up with a damp cloth (no judgement, no comments even, just love and support)

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