Safety Net ~ TntDuo

-s-e-i-s-

Wilbur was back at Las Nevadas, the beautiful country his ducky made himself, staring at the fountain and trying to calm his nerves. He had prepared everything while helping Tommy with his hangover, every single possible scenario was considered, he even made some fucking flashcards with common things Q might say with answers to them, and memorized those like it was worth 80% of his boyfriend grade.

Wilbur stumbled over, that confident march he pictured was long gone, but he didn't even have to worry about that, green goop with glasses was the only thing that could see his nervousness right now.

"Hi tall guy, I remember you!" Slimecicle was enthusiastic as ever, ruining Wilbur's perfectly ironed coat with slime as he welcomed him inside. "Quackity from Las Nevadas isn't here right now, but I can take you to his office until he comes back." Wilbur nodded, following Slimecicle as he considered how wrong something could go if Slime led some random person into Quackity's office, but it helped him out tremendously so he had no right to complain.

"Since you're a friend of Quackity from Las Nevadas, I'm supposed to let you know that you can order food and drinks from me or someone else who works here, and stay in a suite at the motel, anything above floor 9 is available." Slimecicle gave his required speech, unlocked Qs office, and left to do whatever sentient slime does in his free time.

Wilbur immediately got to work, cleaning everything in the office, wine stains, scattered papers, dirty dishes, worn clothes, old feathers, the works. Q's office was practically glowing by the time he was done, paying attention to the smallest of details like stacks of casino chips as paper weights, couch pillows perfectly spaced apart and whatever else Wilbur could obsess over to make Quack's surprise amazing.

Then came the presents, the incredibly heavy bag of gifts upon gifts upon somehow more gifts for his duckling, intricate wine glasses filled with the sweetest candies and chocolates possible, wine and tequila in every flavor under the sun, from Jamaica to Tamarindo*.

Custom playing cards from all over spread in fans across any surface he could find, clothes and accessories he secretly just really wanted to see Q wear, and some cat ears so he could play it off as a joke in case Quack didn't like it, he had thought of everything.

How Wilbur got all the money for this, the world might never know, but you shouldn't put it past him to just have stolen everything, or have a secret savings safe just for this suspiciously specific situation.

But still that didn't even count the amount of diversity in the products, gifts from everywhere the earth could take him was not something you get in a day, but life just worked like that sometimes, things made no sense and you just had to deal with it.

Anyways, Wilbur sat and messed around with a deck of branded cards he found in Quackity's drawer, entertaining himself with failure after failure to even shuffle them correctly as he waited for Q to come back.

Q finally made it back, dizzy with exhaustion as he started to undress without even noticing Wilbur was there, but Wil was fine with just letting Q see him on his own, he just stared and waited.

Quackity jumped when he saw Wilbur, "What the hell, are you doing, in my office?!" Wilbur had blanked out quickly when Q stared at him, but regained his semi-false confidence and answered, "Keeping my end of the deal, now look around and then relax, ducky."

There was never a deal, just a promise that was way smaller than this, but Wil wasn't going to tell Quackity his real reason, that would ruin his excitement.

Q subtly looked around, then realized how much Wilbur had cleaned and how many fucking presents where on his desk and practically ran over to see.

"Wil, I-I, thank you? I love it, everything, but it's so much? I would normally refuse, but you'll just force me to take it anyways so, thank you, you're the best, especially after the day I've had, you're just what the doctor ordered."

Q quickly thanked Wilbur in the only correct way to give thanks, a kiss, and explored the gifts, tasting the candy, reading the drink labels, shuffling the cards, trying on accessories if he could and admiring the others as Wilbur just stared, keep in mind Q is still shirtless but that's besides the point, he stared because of how proud he was for making Q this happy.

"Cat ears? Was this all a trick to get me to wear cat ears?" Quackity laughed, staring at the white ears with navy ribbons in his hand as his eyes flickered with a mischievous idea.

"No, I-I, I just wanted to surprise you, you deserve it." Wil blushed, honestly he wouldn't turn down the idea of Q wearing cat ears, but only if he genuinely agreed.

"Cut the sappy stuff, we'll do that later when someone won't walk in on us, you're staying the night I assume?" Wil nodded, he never actually considered if he was staying or not, but looks like that decision was made for him.

Right on cue, Slimecicle walked in and awkwardly asked if they wanted to eat anything for dinner, not because Q still hadn't put a fucking shirt on, he was clearly not used to being this professional, probably because there were never guests at Las Nevadas.

"Slime, I've got something for you to help us with, remember how I taught you to deal? We're gonna play a couple games and you can show off how good your skills have improved." Slimecicle smiled, nodded and went to grab a fresh pack of cards.

"How about this? We play 3 card games, 5 and 3 card poker and Blackjack, majority wins. I put on the ears and be your little meow meow or some sick shit like that if you win, and I get to put a collar and leash on you if I win, until ummm" Q checked the golden clock on his wall, "Until Midnight, deal?"

Wilbur's first instinct was to say fuck no, who knows what Q would do to him while he was on a fucking leash? And then his mind drifted to what Q could do, and realized it wasn't much because Wil agreed to leash and collar and nothing more. But let's be honest here, Wil would probably agree with and enjoy whatever Q has schemed up, so really who was he fooling? Himself?

Anyways, putting the severe imbalance of the winnings aside, Wil still didn't think he had done enough for Q to make up for his mistake, or maybe he just wanted to help him more. Either way, he cooked up the very genius plan that literally a 3 year old could make, purposefully losing, and agreed. 

*Jamaica is a Mexican drink made out a specific kind of Hibiscus flower and Tamarindo is another Mexican drink made from Tamarind (a plant in the pea family). They might be in other Latin-American countries too but I'm Mexican so- , just appreciate your daily fun fact, ok?

A/N~Y'all remember when I said prepare yourselves, well prepare yourselves² (squared), obvs I'm not gonna write some sick kinky shit, I'm not that down bad (yet), It's just gonna be some random shit I thought of that seemed funny as hell while zoning out watching Hamilton, Mean Girls or the Spongebob Musical for the 100th time (it'll be funny and make sense tho, I promise), so yeah, again, prepare :)