MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

Sk8ter Boi- TNT Duo 😊

CW: Sally the Salmon

Plot: Quackity, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo and Niki are all in a band together and during one of their gigs they see Wilbur's ex in the crowd.

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Quackity POV.
Walking onto the stage, I see the towering mic I'm meant to sing into. Please- I'm not as tall as you, Wil. I adjust the mic to my height as someone walks up behind me and snakes their arms around my waist. "Hey, Wil," I say as I lean back into the taller man.

"Hey, love. Sorry, I forgot you're tiny," he chuckles as he rests his chin on my shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, at least I'm not a freak of nature like you," I retort in a low whisper as I spin in his arms, resting my forearms around his neck.

"Please, you wish you were remotely close to my height," he whispers back, his face leaning in slightly.

"As if I would want to be a giraf-" I start, but I'm cut off by someone yelling.

"ARE YOU TWO KISSING?!" I hear Tommy's voice ring out across the stage. (I know I've used this far too many times but it's so funny)

"Ugh, no, Tom, not now anyways," Wilbur says, rolling his eyes.

"Good, save it for after the show, please. I don't feel like getting more traumatised right now," The younger boy tells us as he sits behind the drum kit at the back of the stage.

"Whatever," I call out as I untangle myself from Wilbur's arms. Going back to adjusting the mic stand.

After around an hour, the stagehands inform us that the audience is about to start filtering in and so we can't be on the stage. So we filter off and chill in the "green room".

Laying across couches, mindless conversations floating between us. Niki tuning her bass as Tubbo talks to her about getting new stickers for his guitar. Ranboo and Bilzo sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall because there's nothing more for the roadies to do. I sit on the floor as well, my head between Wilbur's knees where he sits on the couch above me.

"What's the setlist again?" I ask Wilbur as I lean my head against his thigh.

"Uhmm... I'm pretty sure it's Stoned On You, Mr. Loverman, Someone To You, Stupid In Love, and Sk8ter boi, so not a long show," Wilbur recalls, tracking them on his fingers. "Although if they want an encore, Phil said to do 'Perfume',"

"Yeah, that's the one you sing for, right?" I wonder aloud, wrapping my arm under his knee as he rests his hand in my hair and plays with the tuffs.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what he wante-" Wilbur Starts but is cut off by someone coming into the room.

"Hey, uhm... Wilbur? I think there's something you might wanna see," Karl says as he pokes his head through the door. "You too, Big Q,"

"What is it?" Wil asks worriedly, standing up over the top of me.

"Someone's here..." Karl informs us ambiguously.

"Just show us," I tell him as I stand up as well.

We walk through the heavy green room door and onto the right wing of the stage and look out into the sea of people. "Who's there?" Wilbur asks.

"It's...Sally," Karl says, pointing to a group of girls, and almost as if in the queue they split to show a slender woman with bright red hair. Wilbur's ex. The one 'Sk8ter Boi' was written about.

"Oh," Wilbur whispers quietly.

"Hey, it's okay, she won't interfere with the show this time, right?" I ask hopefully. "Our security is better now and if she tries to get onto the stage or anywhere near you then the fans will stop her,"