Quackbur Oneshotssss

The Master and His Pet (3!?)

YES, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT FOLKS, A THIRD PART!

Clouds_nap THIS ONE'S FOR YOU HOMIE!!! >:D

also i hate to be this type of writer, but I NEED to include pictures because it will really boost the experience >:] i also just like looking up fashion for my stories <3

also included one of my ocs because we needed a flower person, she is the youngest in the SBI family and would make more sense to be the flower person because 1. she isn't an adult despite the timeskip, and 2. more closely related to the groom. k that's all, enjoy!!!

Quackity anxiously began to pace the room, "What if he doesn't like the dress? Or-Or my hair?? GOD- Why am I so fucking nervous! I feel so sweaty, too, I'm gonna ruin the dress-"
"Ah- Quackity, honey, just take some deep breaths! Sam, can you get a fan in here-" Ponk sighed softly.
Sam nodded, quickly leaving the room to find a fan.
Ponk got up, walking over to Quackity and bringing him back over to his seat, "Just sit down, alright? Take some deep breaths, drinking some water too." Ponk grabbed a water bottle and handed it to Quackity.
Quackity nodded, trying to take breaths before he downed some water. He put the cap back on after and set the bottle down, "This scar is totally ruining everything, god I'm fucking ugly-"
"That is not true!" Ponk huffed, "You look perfect the way you are, hon." Ponk sat by him, holding his hands, "And if Wilbur doesn't think so, then he can fuck off. You deserve a good man that will treat you right, and if Wilbur can't do that, then I'll kill him myself-"
"Ah- Papa!" Quackity laughed a little.

"I mean it! I don't want another asshole treating you like shit, you've had Schlatt, KARL," His tone turned aggressive at the mere mention of his son's ex-fiance. "And Sapnap! Sapnap at least can end things on good terms with you, but I still don't approve of him attending-" Ponk crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.
Quackity smiled, "I know, papa, but he's one of my only friends, you know?" He chuckled, "Besides, he didn't actually do much wrong, at the end of it, I was more angry with Karl than with Sapnap, so- ah, but that's besides the point! There are a ton of different things to worry about than the past, like this fucking dress-" Quackity huffed, "I can't believe I agreed to this."
Ponk laughed a little, "You look wonderful in it! I think it really complements your figure, Quackity."
"That's the problem-"

"Don't worry about it too much, Alex." Sam suddenly spoke, turning on the fan he had brought in. "Trust me, the last thing you'll be worrying about during the rest of the wedding, is finally getting alone time. Trust me, that's how Ponk and I felt when we married-"
Ponk blushed, "DON'T TELL HIM THAT, SAM!" Ponk grabbed the nearest object, which was a comb, and threw it at Sam, but he caught it.
Sam chuckled, "It's true! I'd say the same for George when he married that weird Fortnite-obsessed guy, but George didn't really love him, ya know?" He shrugged, "He only really agreed to the marriage because he hoped it'd help him get over Dream."
Quackity blinked, "...Starting to realize that, that is a weird pattern in this family."
Ponk laughed, "Okay, okay, come on, let's focus! Let me finish up your hair, then we can get the veil on, then we have to be out there and ready!" He stood up, having Quackity face the mirror, and he started fixing his hair up once more.

"Shoot- I better go check on everything if we're starting soon, shit." Sam cursed, quickly leaving the room.
Quackity began to get nervous again, he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
Ponk noticed he was still nervous, "Don't worry, Quackity... The worst part is reading your vows and the kiss, trust me, because it's the sweetest thing, but it gets nerve-wracking very easily because of the crowd."
"That's helping so much, papa, thank you," Quackity said sarcastically, glaring at Ponk through the mirror.
Ponk chuckled, "You didn't let me finish! When you're at that part, make sure you're listening, but don't look anywhere, but at the groom, okay? It helped me so much when your father and I married..."