random tntduo fanfiction (real) /j

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hi uh little note before you see the story i have no idea how to write fanfictions and it was kinda just for my own entertainment so it might be a bit shit but ya,, (ill try to have good grammar but lmk if anything is spelled wrong or smth, constructive criticism is appreciated here !!)

HI ANOTHER THING I FORGOT TO SAY IS THAT THIS IS THE CANON CHARACTERS NOT LIKE THE IRL CCS PLEASE DONT ATTACK M /j

word count(in terms of wattpad) ;; 954

cw // swearing, fighting, mentions of kissing

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[ /SPECTATE QUACKITY ]

Bullshit. Quackity thought, sighing as he went to prepare another deck. It's my lunch break, why do I have to do it, wasn't Sam here just a minute ago?

He finished fixing up the cards, and went to look for Sam. Looking out the window, he saw a figure outside. He recognized that waiting stance-- He knew who it was, and knew that person wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

Before exiting the casino, he looked around to see if there were any customers inside who needed assistance. On his way out, he saw a lone poker chip laying on a table. He didn't feel like going through all the sets to see where it's missing from, so he pocketed it.

Exiting the casino and closing the door behind him, he left to the boarder of Las Nevadas, where the figure was waiting.

"Ohh, Quackity! Look who's finally come." the person spoke, forming a stupid grin.

"What the fuck do you want, Wilbur? I told you to stay out." The duck growled.

"Nothing, I just came to visit my good rival!" Wilbur chuckled with glee. Quackity glared before rolling his eyes, and motioned for Wilbur to go away. Of course, Wilbur didn't move an inch. He only grinned.

Groaning in slight frustration, Quackity's face began to show anger. "Listen, buddy. I have things to do, you have to leave." He frowned, speaking in a passive-aggressive tone.

"Why so? You don't seem to be busy, some green guy said you were on break!" Wilbur spoke confusedly.

"Oh, goddamnit Slime.." Quackity facepalmed. "Wilbur, you can't keep coming back here. It doesn't fucking matter if I'm not busy. I don't want you in my country. You're not getting any more of my attention, go home." The revived man in front of him frowned at the statement, grin wiped clean off his face. Was it that obvious he was seeking Quackity's attention? "Well? What are you waiting for? Go home, Wilbur. I can't trust you, I'm not just gonna turn my back and walk back to my fucking country if you're still here." The shorter scolded.

But Wilbur wasn't listening. He was realizing how much there was to truly admire about Quackity. He'd began to realize how much he loved about him-- The way his eyes glimmered in the light, how beautiful he was when the sun shined on him, how kissable his lips looked.. Wait, what.

He snapped out of his thoughts, realizing Quackity was staring right back at him in confusion. "Helloooo, Wilbur-?? Are you fucking dead for the second time?" Quackity joked.

"..What do you mean, I'm fine! Are you worried for your dearest rival-friend?" The taller man grinned again.

"D- You were staring at me, you fucking creep!"

"Hey, I'm not a creep!"

"Yes you fucking are!"

Wilbur growled and and pushed Quackity. Not a very smart move to make. Quackity stood for a moment in shock before punching Wilbur. The two fought for at least a few minutes, but to them it felt like hours. 

"WIL! GOD, I'VE FINALLY FOUND YOU! YOU'VE-" Tommy stopped. The two rivals, both bleeding, froze. They happened to be in a.. Not-so-explainable position, let's say. They both looked at Tommy, as Tommy studied them before realization hit his face. "ARE YOU TWO MAKING OUT?!" Tommy screamed. Wilbur and Quackity both blushed a soft shade of red, looking at each other and then back at Tommy. 

"No- No, Tommy we-"

"noonONONONNONONONONONONOONO- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I KNEW IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Tommy cut off Wilbur's explanation attempt, running off.

"The fuck are you doing, get off me!" Quackity growled, trying to hide his face by looking away, as Wilbur had his hands pinned to the ground.

"Shit- My bad, Q.." Wilbur spoke, a little quieter than expected. He let go of Quackity's arms, getting up and offering to help up the duck man below him. Hesitantly, Quackity took Wilbur's hand and got up, ignoring the nickname. "Quackity.. You- You can let go now.." Wilbur said awkwardly as Quackity instantly shot his head up to look at Wilbur. 

Shit. Quackity thought, he hadn't even realized he'd zoned out holding Wilbur's hand. "Fuck, sorry-" He spoke in a whisper, letting go of Wilbur's hand and turning back to Las Nevadas. "You need to go, as said before. Try coming back when you AREN'T an asshole." The duck looked back at Wilbur, who nodded his head and began walking away. 

Quackity sighed and walked back to the casino, only to be greeted by an overjoyed Slimecicle, who's grin faded almost instantly seeing how badly Quackity was hurt. "Quackity from Las Nevadas! What happened, do you want me to bandage you up?" 

"No, no it's okay Slime. I'm fine! See?" Quackity gave a reassuring smile towards Slimecicle, but he didn't believe it. Not at all. He brought Quackity inside, sitting him at the bar and going to the back for about a minute. The casino was empty by now, so Quackity had no fears of being seen as damaged as he was. Slime came back with bandages and a first aid kit, beginning to clean the wounds on Quackity's face and arms before bandaging them. "Thanks Slime, but you really didn't have to." Quackity smiled at the slime's kindness. 

"You're welcome, Quackity from Las Nevadas! I'm always willing to help a friend!" Slime grinned. Where does he get all this energy and positivity from, anyways?