~tntduo oneshots~

interlocked

omg!? enemies to lovers!? crazy-

"i fucking hate him!" wilbur hissed as he slammed his unopened water bottle against the lunch table, as he sat down.

"who?" spoke his best friend, tommy.

"that fucking 'quackity' guy!" he did air quotes when he said quackity.

"big Q? nah! he's a good guy!" tommy poked at his school lunch with a fork.

wilbur angrily opened his water and took sip, "it sound like you have a crush on him," tubbo spoke up.

wilbur blushed like crazy, "w-what!? no?! i dont have a crush on him at all!" he hid his face in his flannel sleeves. "he's an asshole and a slut, why would i like him!"

"well you A, talk about him non stop and 5 you hang out with him quite a lot," ranboo stared at him. "why do you hangout with him so much anyways?" his american accent stood out at the table.

"he's the one nagging me!" wilbur look down, blushing as he messed with his sleeves. "who do i nag?" another voice spoke.

"wilbur, apparently," tubbo looked over at quackity.

quackity snorted, "mhm, yeah sure, im the one nagging you!" wilbur blushed and looked away from him.

wilbur started to bicker at him then, it became a bit of a fight. tommy put his face into his hands and sighed. "if you two dont shut up! im gonna forced you two together!" tommy lightly shouted.

"bet, you wont do it!" quackity snickered. "here toms! i got these at a roller skating rink!" tubbo handed him a box, that had handcuffs in them. "there the cheep shitty ones, but! they should do the job!"

everyone just stared at tubbo, wide eyed. "wilbur, quack gimmie your arms!" tommy demandingly broke the silence.

wilbur got a bit nervous, but complied. quackity just put his arm forward. tommy put both their hands together, locking it with a key. "when you guys stop bickering, ill let you go!" tommy spoke proudly.

"WHAT!?" they both shouted in unison. "yep! so once you guys stop fighting, ill free you,"

"this is fucking stupid!" quackity mumbled.

"you did this to yourselves!" the bell rang as tommy got up. "and lucky for you, we have a one week break, so if you figure yourselves out by then ill let you go,"

wilbur looked at quackity and sighed, "lets go," he stood up, still holding his water.

"agreed," quackity mumbled, starting to walk, dragging wilbur with him.

/they got to wilburs house/

"how is this even gonna work?" quackity asked, "like, simple tasks wont be so simple while we're cuffed!" quackity threw his hands in the air, bringing one of wilburs along.

"good question," wilbur thought, "yeah, this won't end good, one of us will be dead by the end of this," wilbur chuckled at his own joke.

/with bench trio/

"i don't really think this will be a good idea," ranboo looked over at tommy.

"naahh! i dont think so! they'll get along perfectly!" tommy put his hands on his hips.

"i mean they'll either kill eachother or get along, but im leaning towards the first one," ran fixed his sunglasses.

"hey guys! did you hear about dreams party!?" tubbo completely ignored whatever they were talking about before.

"i fucking hate that prick! he thinks hes everything!" tommy groaned. "and he took gogs from us! that fucking american!" tommy gets awfully upset at the topic of dream, "and who even names their kid clay!"