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But Wilbur is a ball and chain in the middle of the sea, slowly but steadily dragging himself down to the ocean floor with Tommy unknowingly trapped inside his cuff. It’s unfair that Tommy has had to drown with Wilbur for so many years, desperately trying to swim both of them back to the surface. It’s fruitless, and Tommy wonders sometimes if it would be better to just cut the chain that binds them together. To let Wilbur sink on his own, while Tommy heads for air.
He could never do that though; as much as he wants to. He’ll let Wilbur sink them both, and Tommy will swim and thrash as the surface grows more and more distant. Hoping and wishing for a lifeboat. For someone to help them to shore, and to pull Tommy’s freezing body into their warm, loving arms and drape a towel over his wet shoulders.
He thinks Phil might be that person, Techno too. Tommy wants to let them be and he wishes for Wilbur to want that too.
OR: Wilbur and Tommy are brothers in the foster system. Wilbur is struggling with addiction, Tommy is always left to pick up the pieces. But now with Techno and Phil here, hopefully they’ll be able to help. (Only Wilbur does not want help.)
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- Part 2 of Cigarette Paper
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Bookmarked by catbri
19 Mar 2023
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But Wilbur is a ball and chain in the middle of the sea, slowly but steadily dragging himself down to the ocean floor with Tommy unknowingly trapped inside his cuff. It’s unfair that Tommy has had to drown with Wilbur for so many years, desperately trying to swim both of them back to the surface. It’s fruitless, and Tommy wonders sometimes if it would be better to just cut the chain that binds them together. To let Wilbur sink on his own, while Tommy heads for air.
He could never do that though; as much as he wants to. He’ll let Wilbur sink them both, and Tommy will swim and thrash as the surface grows more and more distant. Hoping and wishing for a lifeboat. For someone to help them to shore, and to pull Tommy’s freezing body into their warm, loving arms and drape a towel over his wet shoulders.
He thinks Phil might be that person, Techno too. Tommy wants to let them be and he wishes for Wilbur to want that too.
OR: Wilbur and Tommy are brothers in the foster system. Wilbur is struggling with addiction, Tommy is always left to pick up the pieces. But now with Techno and Phil here, hopefully they’ll be able to help. (Only Wilbur does not want help.)
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absolutely hooked to this, every chapter ending just left me wondering whether things would actually get better or if the pain would be never ending. So well crafted!! Sometimes, I could really feel the pain the characters were enduring, really one of the best fics I've ever read <3
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“Kiss you? Why would I want to kiss you?” She says petulantly.
“Oh?” Wilbur very firmly attaches herself to Quackity’s side. “Well, that’s a good question. Why wouldn’t you want to kiss me?”
Quackity, still staring very deliberately not at Wilbur, pretends to think. “Maybe it’s because you’re annoying.”
Bookmarked by catbri
20 Nov 2025
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“Kiss you? Why would I want to kiss you?” She says petulantly.
“Oh?” Wilbur very firmly attaches herself to Quackity’s side. “Well, that’s a good question. Why wouldn’t you want to kiss me?”
Quackity, still staring very deliberately not at Wilbur, pretends to think. “Maybe it’s because you’re annoying.”
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<3
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“I’ve heard misery loves it,” he says. Wilbur raises a brow.
“What?”
“Company,” Quackity repeats. “I’ve heard misery loves company,” he says.or;
Wilbur and Quackity talk on top of the Needle
Bookmarked by catbri
19 Dec 2025
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“I’ve heard misery loves it,” he says. Wilbur raises a brow.
“What?”
“Company,” Quackity repeats. “I’ve heard misery loves company,” he says.or;
Wilbur and Quackity talk on top of the Needle
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Misery loves company fuckk fuckkkkk!!!!
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cheeks in high color, overripe peaches by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
19 Apr 2022
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Quackity definitely didn’t seem to believe him. His frown deepened as his gaze darted over Wilbur’s face, like he was searching for any tells that Wilbur was lying.
After a few seconds, he paused his searching, blinking a few times before his eyes widened.
“What the fuck is on your face?”
Wilbur blinked, bringing a hand up to rub around his mouth. “Uh, do I have, like, sauce or-”
“No, no not- since when the hell do you have freckles?” Quackity asked, looking utterly perplexed as he stared at Wilbur’s nose.
“Freckles?” Wilbur repeated a bit dumbly.
“Yeah, have you looked in a mirror recently? You have freckles.”
…oh.
or, since being revived Wilbur has been spending a lot of time in the sun.
or or, I use sunlight and freckles to talk about post-revival Wilbur for nearly 5k words
Bookmarked by catbri
18 Feb 2026
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Quackity definitely didn’t seem to believe him. His frown deepened as his gaze darted over Wilbur’s face, like he was searching for any tells that Wilbur was lying.
After a few seconds, he paused his searching, blinking a few times before his eyes widened.
“What the fuck is on your face?”
Wilbur blinked, bringing a hand up to rub around his mouth. “Uh, do I have, like, sauce or-”
“No, no not- since when the hell do you have freckles?” Quackity asked, looking utterly perplexed as he stared at Wilbur’s nose.
“Freckles?” Wilbur repeated a bit dumbly.
“Yeah, have you looked in a mirror recently? You have freckles.”
…oh.
or, since being revived Wilbur has been spending a lot of time in the sun.
or or, I use sunlight and freckles to talk about post-revival Wilbur for nearly 5k words
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i think the kiss you two shared at my birthday party isn't helping with the rumours by caniscyanide for cosmic_rock
Fandoms: Dream SMP
15 Feb 2026
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“What am I going to do with you, Soot,” he growled, and all that Wilbur heard was that Quackity wanted something to do with him.
“We could always spend Valentine’s together,” the man, curled up and spitting blood, teased from the floor.
Quackity rolled his eyes, but heat flared on his cheeks and the feathers on his wings puffed up behind him. “If you come back on Valentine’s, I’ll have your head.”
“Oh, you can have my head wherever you’d like it.”｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈•｡
OR: Quackity and Wilbur hate each other - there's no question about that. In fact, they hate each other so much that they might just make out about it...
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Bookmarked by catbri
03 Mar 2026
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“What am I going to do with you, Soot,” he growled, and all that Wilbur heard was that Quackity wanted something to do with him.
“We could always spend Valentine’s together,” the man, curled up and spitting blood, teased from the floor.
Quackity rolled his eyes, but heat flared on his cheeks and the feathers on his wings puffed up behind him. “If you come back on Valentine’s, I’ll have your head.”
“Oh, you can have my head wherever you’d like it.”
｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈•｡
OR: Quackity and Wilbur hate each other - there's no question about that. In fact, they hate each other so much that they might just make out about it...
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“Then stop trying to kiss me like we’re something.”
fuckk