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I NEED HIM HOME

Wilbur's POV
(TW: Swearing, Fluff)           

A few weeks ago, Quackity left for a business trip.

I wasn't able to go with him because 1. Work and 2. He just-wouldn't let me. Which if I'm honest is sort of alarming but he kept telling me I was being dramatic. Around a month ago we had our fight, pretty much a week before he left. My hand was declared broken so now I have a fucking cast that is driving me up the wall. On the flip side of things, Quackity is coming home today. It was really exciting but the whole day has been shit.

"Wil, why are you here?" I heard a familiar voice ask, sounding bored. It was Charlie.
"I-I'm just watching the uhm..the uhm- tr-training?" I replied sheepishly. I was settled on the concrete steps of the casino, my head in my hands with the annoying bickering of the training military a couple yards away.
"Wilbur, it's 9am and you're already sitting on the steps like a lost puppy again. Why don't you call him if you miss him so much?" Charlie suggested through a sigh as he stepped down the porch and rested beside me.
"I'm not going to call him! I need to show him that I'm fine and don't need to reach out." I explained calmly, now feeling the urge to get my phone from my pocket.
"Wilbur-" He began, placing his hand on my shoulder.
"I've got work, see you later slime boy." I said quickly, moving away from him and standing up without hesitation. Before he could reply, I started my walk towards the van with my back hunched and hands in my coat pockets. I hopped into the white burger van, hauling my tired and lean body inside before slamming the door shut. I gripped the top of the steering wheel, hitting my head repeatedly in between my hands. I rested with my forehead on the wheel for a long few minutes, listening to my shallow breathing in the silence of the van.
"Do not call him.." I told myself quietly, lifting myself up and turning on the vehicle as I started my drive to the house of the Beloved's to pick up my co-worker. My head remained on the calling topic, glancing at the phone sitting in the cup holder every now and then.

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I came to a stop outside of Ranboo's place, snow gently fell from the sky. Leaving a thin layer of snow on the van. I rested my head on the steering wheel like before but my hands were tucked between my knees. Eventually I heard the passenger door open and the cold swept in. I shivered, making my spine ache.
"Hey Wilbur!" Ranboo's voice rang happily as his boney arms struggled to pull the door shut. I just lifted my head up, before actually picking my body up with a sigh.
"Hey Ranboo, how's the family?" I asked kindly, shifting the van into drive as I pressed down on the gas pedal.
"Tubbo's a bit pissed off because his entire bag of meat that I told him to put in the shed was eaten by a bunch of foxes. Michael's good." Ranboo explained with an eye roll of unamusement. I couldn't help but quietly chuckle.
"That's hilarious." I managed to choke out through my laughing state. Ranboo began to crack up too. I rolled down the window and propped my elbow on the edge. Ranboo looked at me weirdly before I watched him lift his hand and gently put the back of his hand to my forehead.
"Ranboo, what the fuck are you doing." I hissed sternly, making it sound more like a statement rather than a question.
"You feeling okay?" He asked bluntly, his hand still touching me. I was contemplating swatting it away or just biting it.
"Yes! I'm fine. Why?!" I snapped, smacking his hand away with a glare. He shook his hand to drain the pain away. I did hit him kind of hard but whatever. I'm not in the apologizing mood.
"Because you have the window open when it's below 0 degrees outside." Ranboo replied flatly, glancing down to my arm that was hanging out the window. Now that I think about it, my arm is frozen cold. I quickly pulled it inside and rolled up the window.
"Oh piss off.." I groaned, coming to a stop in the van as we arrived at our place.
"Just call him!" Ranboo cried, shaking my shoulder violently. I growled irritatedly, pulling away from him as I opened my car door and hopped out.
"I'm not CALLING HIM!" I exclaimed before slamming the door shut and heading over to the serving window, propping it up while Ranboo came out and started turning things on. This day was going to be so dreadful.

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"So, cheeseburger with..no cheese." I asked one more time, standing at the serving window with a notepad and pencil in hand as I started at the customer with the stupid request.
"Yes! Are you deaf?!" The person snapped annoyedly, furrowing their eyebrows at me.
"Well I dunno, you're ordering a CHEESEburger without the CHEESE!" I shot back, slamming my hands down on the counter. I felt Ranboo come up from behind me and drop his hands on my shoulders.
"Excuse us for a moment." Ranboo said to the customer kindly as he ripped me away and guided me out of sight of the window.
"No,-"
"No what." I spat, cutting him off as I crossed my arms.
"Just because you refuse to call your boyfriend does NOT mean you get to lose your marbles on the customers." Ranboo whisper-shouted with a glare. I felt my body slouch as I prepared myself for the lecture.
"I'm not going to call him!" I replied in the same voice level, returning his stare. We stood there in a staring contest before the silence was interrupted.
"JUST CALL HIM!" Shouted pretty much all of our customers. My jaw dropped, what the fuck?! Ranboo raised his eyebrows and smiled. I have never wanted to smack him so hard across the face. He totally had something to do with that teenage drama movie moment. This bitch.

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That. Day. Sucked.
Now I was restlessly driving to the airport to go pick Quackity up. Ranboo was a nightmare today. Everyone was! 'Call him' and 'you should just ring him up'. So fucking IRRITATING! I took 15 minutes to find a parking spot and once I did, I shut off the van and took a deep breath. All of the pitying is over now. He will be back and so will my indiependence...hopefully. Once I decided to pick up my head and looked up towards the airport doors, I saw the same short body next to a bunch of bags, his ravenblack hair in his face as he was seemingly on the phone. I hopped out of the vehicle and locked it pressing the button on the keys as I made my way over. My trench coat floated behind me with the light breeze as I gracefully wandered. As I got closer to him, I could hear what he was talking about.
"For the last time, I'm at the airport. Just send a fucking uber." Quackity shouted into the phone. I couldn't help the smile that pulled at my lips. I missed his voice. I came up a few feet behind him, keeping my posture tall with my hands in my pockets.
"I don't think you'll need one." I said calmly, loud enough to catch his attention but not too loud that everyone heard it. Quackity lowered the phone, slowly turning around. His face lit up once he saw my tall figure standing there with a happy expression.
"Actually..nevermind." Quackity mumbled into the phone before quickly hanging up and beginning to sprint towards me. I opened my arms just in time as the short man leapt into my arms, hugging me tightly as his face buried into my coat. I didn't even think as I inhaled his familiar scent, of course it was mixed with some city smells but nothing a couple weeks at home couldn't fix.
"Did the city brainwash you or do you still love me?" I teased through a sigh as he pulled away, keeping his arms hugged loosely around my neck. I missed his eyes, making it impossible for me to turn away. He leaned in, standing on the tips of his toes as he locked me in a meaningful kiss. I let my one arm loop around his waist and bring him close to me as his hands cupped around my face. After a few breathtaking moments, he pulled away. I narrowed my eyes at him with a smug side smile.
"Wipe that stupid smile off your face. Why did you never call?" Quackity snapped with a mean glare. I stared at him with a deadpan expression, only one thing came to mind. Actually-nothing came to mind.
"I-I....you have no idea how hot you look when you're mad." I stammered stupidly, letting my thoughts take over which ended with a smack to the back of head. Fair punishment.
"You're so annoying sometimes." I heard him mumble with an eye roll. He let me go, pulling away from my grasp as he went and collected his bags. I unconsciously helped him, taking one out of the two bags. Quackity looked up at me unamused.
"What?" I asked, tilting my head as I adjusted my hold.
"Really? You go out of your way to take the lightest bag possible? Asshole." He scolded, tangling our arms together as we made our way to my stupidly parked van.
"Hey hey, save the handsome aggression for when we get home. It might go further."  I commented calmly with a subtle wink to throw him overboard. As planned, a faint blush scattered along his face. I could only feel the love through his very, very confidence killing death stare.
"Enough with the stupid jokes." Quackity hissed quietly, to the point I could barely hear him.

"You love my stupid jokes." I whispered in his ear, taking my arm from his gasp and draping it over his shoulders as I hugged him close.