I fucking hate Wilbur soot. I hate him with a burning, itching passion manifesting in the deepest, darkest pits of my soul. On the other hand, he's cute. He seems to try his best. But his best is shit. And I hate him. I literally always will. Why? Because I do. He's a copycat, and a phyco, and a maniac and has annoying as fuck. That's why. I want him to leave me alone, but also I love his company and want to be around him constantly. That's Normal. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him. I should. Because he's horrible. I hate how he plays with my wings and I hate how he's so flirty. I hate how he looks at me and I hate how i get disgusting butterflies from it. I hate how I don't hate him, and how he makes me feel needed. I hate how he makes me feel equal and how much I love his company. I hate how he makes incredibly intelligent conversation. I hate how I love him. But I don't love him. I don't love anyone. Everything i love dies or leaves me. Im successful, I'm rich, I don't need love. And I hate Wilbur soot. So fucking much. I want to kill him. Every time I see him, I want to stab him. I hate him so much. So fucking much. Wilbur soot is my enemy. I hate everything he does. Everything. He. Does. Every time he Offers to buy me a drink, every time he flirts with me, every time he tries to help, every time he fucking breathes. I hate how his hands are so perfect, I hate how he talks so sweet to me, I hate how he melts into my touch, and I love- I hate him.
God damn it. I did it again.
I really fucking hate how I love him.
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Argue, Kiss, Argue Again. | TNT Duo
FanfictionA very aggressive TNT duo story. An obsessed (very horny + submissive, because if a fish can top him, a duck can too) Wilbur, who wants Quackity's attention, and a Quackity who wants to kill him. Quackity wants Wilbur's head mounted above his desk...
