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Wilbur heard a heavy sigh and a click from the front door. He peered down the hallway to see his twin brother, Technoblade, just getting home from fencing practice. Wilbur stood up and helped Techno set down their stuff.

"Where's Tommy?" Wilbur asked, his voice slightly echoing in the small hallway.

"Sleepover," Techno huffed. Wilbur scanned his face and he seemed... upset. Not upset like he was bested by some guy in fencing practice, but like something Important- with a capital "I"- was bothering him.

"Are you okay?" Wilbur prodded.

Technoblade stopped putting their things away, just pausing in the middle of hanging up their backpack. "Actually, I need to talk to you," they said before continuing to put up their things.

Wilbur blinked in surprise. Techno was never one to initiate a conversation, much less a serious one.

"Okay. Should I make hot chocolate?" Hot chocolate was something they used to drink together when having emotional conversations. They hadn't done that in a while, though.

Techno huffed out a sigh. "No. Not- not right now, at least."

Wilbur hummed in response and went to sit on the couch at his twin's gesture. After another minute or so Techno joined him, though they sat a bit further than normal.

"What'd 'cha wanna talk about?" Wilbur tried his best to keep the mood light, but something just kept dragging his attempts down. Maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the distance between them, or maybe it was the fact that they were alone in the house together.

"Well. Uh." Techno looked away and started fidgeting with his hands.

Wilbur softened. "Hey, it's okay. You can tell me anything," he reassured gently.

Techno took in a deep breath before continuing, "So you know how Phil checks Tommy's phone every once in a while?" At Wilbur's nod, Techno continued again. "Well, he said no."

Wilbur furrowed his eyebrows. Tommy had never done something like that (to Wilbur's knowledge).

"Yeah. I was surprised, too. But anyway, Phil told me to get it from Tommy, since I'm stronger. So I did and Tommy was trying to delete his messages with Tubbo while I was trying to get his phone from him. I got it for a few seconds and I wasn't able to see the full message, but three words stuck out." Techno's eyes darkened.

"'Wilbur', 'abuse' in all caps, and 'you'." Techno finished and looked Wilbur in the eye, fear-disappointment-hope in his gaze.

Wilbur was confused for a moment, but then it clicked.

"You don't think-" he cut himself off, looking at Technoblade with betrayal-why-hurt burning in his chest. "You don't actually think I would hurt Tommy." He said it like a statement, but in reality he was trying desperately to get confirmation that his twin knew him enough to not think he would hurt someone, much less Tommy.

Techno stared at him in silence.

"What the fuck," Wilbur began borderline-hysterically. "No. No- Techno you know I would never, ever hurt Tommy."

Techno didn't say a word.

Wilbur shot up, anger-betrayal-sadness drowning him. "I would never hurt Tommy," he said cooly, certainly.

Technoblade leveled him with a stare. "Wilbur, you're the one who told me that sometimes you want to beat him up."

"Yeah, but I would never actually do it!" Wilbur protested loudly.

Techno was quiet for a moment, two, three, before responding. "I don't know, Wilbur. You've been acting weird lately."

Wilbur knew what Techno was referring to. Wilbur also knew that he couldn't tell them why he was acting weird.

"It's- that has nothing to do with this." Wilbur looked away from Techno, a sort of shame-hurt washing over him gently.

"Doesn't it?" Techno challenged. "You and Tommy have gotten distant, and whenever I get home Tommy's either glaring daggers at you or looking like he's about to cry."

"I don't know why he does that!" Wilbur's tone turned desperate, "Techno, you've gotta believe me. I swear I'm not and never will hurt Tommy."

"I would believe you, but you said that when you were stealing money from Phil for a guitar."

Ah yes, The Guitar Incident, Wilbur thought bitterly. The Guitar Incident had put a permeant rift in their relationship, making them both less trustful of each other. They both saw it as a betrayal from their twin and neither had tried to talk it out.

"Gods, why can't you just forget about that!?" Wilbur exclaimed, "I've paid him back, I never even got the guitar- I'm not like that anymore!"

"Wilbur, you stole from our dad. Of course I wouldn't forget about that!" Techno joined him with his standing, then.

Wilbur knew he was right, so he replied with an eloquent: "Fuck you, Techno! You're just at Phil's every beck and call- you can barely think for yourself! You're always thinking, 'oh, what would Phil do,' 'would Phil be mad if I did that,' you never think about anything else!"

That certainly hit a nerve.

"Well you've gotta stop thinking about only yourself! Phil's done so much for us and you've never even given him a 'thank you' in response!"

"What has he done for us? He's a deadbeat fucking dad, Techno! We're poor as fuck because of him and his smoking addiction!"

"He's getting better, and he is not a deadbeat dad!"

"Yes he is! I know you just want someone to take care of us but we all know Phil isn't the one who's going to do it!"

Suddenly, Techno's expression went from red-hot anger to nothing. Their expression was unreadable, and Wilbur knew that when someone gained that expression, something was going to horribly, horribly wrong.

"Get out."

Wilbur's eyes widened.

"What?" he shakily asked.

Technoblade continued to stare at him. "I said get out."

"Wh- no! You can't just fucking- kick me out! I live here!" Wilbur tried.

Techno walked to the front door and roughly grabbed Wilbur's backpack from off of it's hook and started walking around the house, grabbing some of Wilbur's things and stuffing them in it.

"Techno- Techno stop." Tears were gathering in Wilbur's eyes as he begged his twin to let him stay in their house. "Techno, I'm sorry. Please- Technoblade, please."

But they didn't stop. They grabbed a few sets of clothes from Wilbur's dresser, stuffed some granola bars into the bag, snatched his phone from the coffee table and practically threw it into the backpack- all while they held the same look of nothing on their face.

Eventually Techno started herding Wilbur towards the front door, ignoring the tears streaming down Wilbur's face and the pleads falling from his lips.

"Come back when you've stopped being such an asshole," Techno spat as he shoved Wilbur out the door and pushed the bag into his hands.

"Tech please-" but his begging was cut short by the door slamming in his face.

Wilbur had no way of knowing how long he stood there, tears falling onto the front porch and shaking like a leaf being rustled in a thunder storm. Phil would get home around midnight, and Tommy was at a sleepover. No one would be there to let him back in- if Techno even let them.

Eventually, Wilbur stared walking. He walked down the street, letting his feet take him where ever they saw fit.

A few hours later- or maybe it was only a few minutes- a small ping! startled Wilbur out of his thoughts and he felt his hands pull his phone out of the bag.

SALLY:
You should come over!

When he didn't respond immediately, she sent anther text.

SALLY:
Fundy's been crying for you all day

Wilbur felt this stomach clench unpleasantly and guilt-sorry-shame roll over him like a wave.

YOU:
I'll be there soon <3

Wilbur felt incredibly guilty that he was dreading going over to Sally's. He loved her, he really did. It's just...

Sometimes she did things he didn't want her to. Like- no. It didn't matter, because she loved him and he loved her. They were going to move in together eventually, anyway. This was just speeding up the process.

It didn't matter that Sally never stopped when he asked her to. It didn't matter that she refused to look at apartments with him. It didn't matter that she never listened to any of his silly little rants, or that she hated his music and banned him from singing or humming or tapping out a rhythm on the table in the motel-

It didn't matter, because she loved him, and he loved her. They said it to each other every time they saw each other, they texted it to each other every morning and every night. He loved her and she loved him.

He typed in the address on his phone and started following it. Wilbur used the time to take deep breaths and ground himself in his body.

Once he made it to the motel room he knocked on the door. When it didn't open for a few minutes he shot her a text.

YOU:
im here! :D

After another few minutes, he heard some shuffling from behind the door. Ah, she must've been asleep.

The door opened and Sally, in a nightshirt and with curly red hair, stood just behind it rubbing her eyes. Once they focused on him she lit up.

"Wil!" She grinned, pulling him inside. "Come on, Fundy wants to see you."

Next to the bed was a crib with a small baby inside. He was sleeping with his hands up near his face and was absolutely adorable.

"Hi, Funds," Wilbur cooed. Fundy never failed to make Wilbur happier- no matter what was going on in the rest of the world, Fundy and his adorableness always made Wilbur's day. He gently picked him up from out of his crib and cradled him against his chest.

He gambled a glance at Sally and saw her smiling sweetly. Wilbur hated that he felt the need to check if she was happy for a purpose other than just wanting her to be happy. He knew she wouldn't hurt him or their baby.

He did.

Wilbur figured now was as good a time as any to break the news to her. "Um, Sally-" he cleared his throat when he saw her look at him. "Could I- stay with you? Here? I'm- my family doesn't... want me home right now."

She stared at him with an unreadable expression. It distantly reminded him of the look Techno had when he was- flashes of things being stuffed into his school bag and unheard pleads coming from his mouth-...packing for him.

But she didn't kick him out, or turn tail and run away.

"Okay, baby. You can stay with us," she said softly, lovingly.

Wilbur breathed out a sigh of relief-happiness and thanked her just as softly.

"It's the middle of the night, why don't you come to bed?" she suggested as she took Fundy from his arms and laid him in his crib.

"Okay." Wilbur was looking forward to a night of cuddling with his girlfriend.

They both got comfortable under the covers and Sally let him lay his head on her chest.

"I love you," She mumbled into his hair.

Wilbur hummed lightly and snuggled against her.

"I love you, too," he responded with every ounce if genuineness he could.

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When Wilbur woke up, it was to a kiss being pressed against his lips.

He opened his eyes and saw Sally smiling at him, a sort of softness in her eyes.

"Good morning, baby," she whispered.

Wilbur smiled back. "Good morning, Sally."

Wilbur turned over to look at Fundy, who seemed to still be sleeping soundly in his crib. When he turned back, Sally immediately pressed another soft kiss into his lips.

"Lets get some breakfast, yeah?" she suggested quietly and Wilbur could only nod in response.

It had been about two, maybe three days since Wilbur had moved in with Sally and Fundy. He hadn't gone to school in that time and had practically become a stay-at-home-dad. Living with Sally, even if they were only in a motel room, was going much nicer than he though it would- he knew it would be great before he had actually done it, he just... didn't expect it to go this well.

She had given him all the attention and love he wanted. She woke him up with soft kisses and cuddled with him when ever he wanted. She complemented him all the time- whether it be about how his hair looked nice, or how he looked cute in a certain sweater- and was just... nice. Wilbur felt more at peace then he had in a while.

While Wilbur went to the bathroom to change, Sally got Fundy ready to go to the café down the street.

Everything was incredibly domestic, and Wilbur wanted nothing to change. Except getting an actual place to stay. That would definitely be nice. Sally still refused to look at apartments together, but that was probably because she wanted them to move to the city she had a job and actual house in.

Once he came out of the bathroom, now wearing a cozy yellow sweater and wide brown pants, he saw Sally bottle-feeding Fundy by the door.

"Hello, Fundy," He cooed down at him.

Sally scoffed and Wilbur felt his entire body tense. "Not even a glance at me, Wilbur?"

The sudden shift in mood startled Wilbur to his core, but he knew he needed to fix this.

"No, of course not, darling." He tried. Sally liked calling Wilbur pet names, so maybe she would calm down if he called her one?

She still only let out a mildly displeased hum, but it seemed like the situation had deffused.

The walk to the nearest cafe was tenser than usual, but still pleasent. Wilbur carried Fundy in one hand, holding Sally's in his other.