𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙

written by blushy-tigerrr on tumblr

summary: Las Nevadas was the paradise of very few. On the outside, it was beautiful in the strangest way. People travelled there to let off some steam. They needed an escape from all of the stress of the SMP, and they used gambling as their escape. The leader of this whole idea was none other than Quackity, who was arguably one of the richest men on the server because of this place... or so they thought.

Y/N sighed in exhaustion, throwing their apron on the bar with muted anger. They sat down at the bar with a huff, putting their head in their hands. It was just another day of waiting tables at this godforsaken place, and they were at the end of their wits. The start of another migraine began to creep into their skull, making them wince. Migraines have become a regular thing for them after work, and that really didn't make this god awful job any easier to deal with.

Y/N fished a bottle of ibuprofen out of their bag with a shaky hand. They walked around to the other side of the bar and filled up a cup of water. They looked out onto the casino floor, taking in the massive amount of trash strewn out across the floor. Knowing that they were the only one left here to be cleaning all of this up made them feel even more woozy. They winced at a piercing shock of pain in their head, gripping onto the edge of the bar with one hand. A few tears of frustration and pain threatened to spill from their eyes. Y/N sniffed, wiping the tears away quickly before anyone could catch them. They quickly tossed the pills into their mouth, washing them down with a long sip of cool water.

"Y/N! Mi amor!" The familiar upbeat voice rang in Y/N's ears, causing another shock of pain. They cringed again, trying to hold back the pained expression on their face. Quackity. Their boss. Their lover. Someone that they used to call their best friend. Now... it's a bit complicated. Did he piss them off to no end? Every single fucking day. Did they still love him? "Hey, babe! Another crazy night in Las Nevadas, hm?" Quackity's lively voice startled them out of their thoughts before they could even answer themselves. Quackity wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist, planting a sloppy kiss on their cheek.

"Sure is, hon..." Y/N mumbled, still trying to balance themselves on the bar. Quackity began rambling about all of the bets he had won tonight, but the words fell on deaf ears as Y/N began to zone out. That question hadn't left their mind. They did love him... didn't they? He may be an asshole sometimes, but they did still love him. Right?

"Alright, I'm just gonna go count up the earnings for tonight, and then you'll get your pay. Okay, amor?" Quackity grabbed Y/N's hand, placing a gentle kiss on the top of it. Y/N halfheartedly smiled at him as he made his way back to his secluded office.

Y/N sighed heavily, making their way back around to the front of the bar. They slumped down into the chair, laying their head on their arms resting on the bar. Their massive headache only fueled the extreme emotions filling their chest.

Anger was the most prominent. Y/N worked all night and all day so them and Quackity could pay their bills, but there never seemed to be a single penny left for them. They would spend nearly their entire paycheck on the bills that needed to be paid off. Meanwhile, Quackity could somehow buy himself so many luxuries with what he earned from gambling. It never made sense to them. Why wouldn't he contribute some of his earnings to things that actually needed it? He wanted to brag so much about being a breadwinner of the household, so why didn't he act like it?

Suspicion was next to arise. Quackity never told them just how much he was earning. It's not just that. They were the only person not to know. If anyone else asked him, he'd go on and on about just how rich he was and how much he made every night. With Y/N though, he never said. It made them wonder what he was hiding. Why would he feel the need to hide it? The thought came into their mind. What if he wasn't paying them as much as he should? What if that was the reason for his secrets?