Safety Net ~ TntDuo

Day in the Life of a Small Gambling Addict (and his Psychotic Boyfriend)

a silly little tntduo oneshot to kick off my revival arc
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"Hey boytoy~" Quackity wrapped his phone's cable around his fingers like an actual cartoon character, acting like Wilbur could see him through phone line, "Wanna come over to my place?"

"I live downstairs, you fucking dumbass" Wil angrily hung up the phone but Quack called him back and he immediately picked up, "What do you want from me, poker prick?"

"Woah, save the name-calling for tonight~" Quackity smirked and Wilbur may or not have blushed just a little, "Get all dolled up for me and come over at like... 8, okay?"

"Ugh- fuck it, fine-" Wilbur loved dramatically hanging up on Quackity, he honestly didn't know why the casino still had ancient dial-up phones but slamming the head onto the stand was a great way to pretend he was frustrated with Quack's offer.

As any person who didn't wanna go somewhere would do, Wil spent the next 45 minutes making sure he looked as perfect as possible for his Quackity. He quickly took a shower and blow dried his hair so it would be extra fluffy, just how Q somehow loved.

He ironed and put on the casino uniform he definitely hated wearing, I mean he only wore it whenever he saw Quackity, and sometimes when he was alone, and that one time he broke off the pants zipper going to- nevermind... He sprayed a little too much of the perfume he stole from Quack and carefully tied his tie while counting down the seconds until 8 pm.

Meanwhile Quackity was getting a crash course on how to cook a nice dinner for your psychotic boyfriend. Ever since Q learned Slimecicle was a cooking show worthy chef he never touched a spatula or stove again, but he knew being a good cook had its sex appeal, after all who wouldn't wanna fuck a chef with a gambling addiction?

He originally wanted to make Wil a nice salmon filet until he remembered the interesting love life Wilbur had and ended up just going with steak. He burnt off his last remaining fingerprint taking the steak out of his pan while half listening to Slime's lecture about the importance of plating and tipped it onto his plate. Quack looked up at the gold clock and noticed it was 7:55, he was gonna be late for looking like he didn't give a singular shit about Wilbur!

Quackity quickly but quietly made his way back to his room at the very top of his hotel and grabbed the notebook where he designed new hotel features and sketched over already completed designs until Wilbur, also acting like he didn't give a shit, made his way over and sat next to him.

"Why do you still insist on wearing that damm uniform, I let you wear other shit a long fucking time ago"

"First thing I found" Wilbur slid closer to Quackity, took his notebook and set it on the side table next to them, "Plus I know you're horny ass likes seeing me wear it"

"Whatever man," Quackity pushed Wilbur away from him and walked to his table, "I made you something, eat it. Then we can watch a movie or whatever..."

"No sex?"

"If you quit being a needy shit, maybe"

Quackity sat himself down and chugged a glass of wine while waiting for Wilbur to do the same, Wil walked over, grabbed a glass of wine and stood towering over Quackity.

"If you wanted me to sit on your lap, you could've fucking asked"

"What?"

Wilbur exasperatedly waived his hands towards the other side of the table, "You didn't think to get me a chair? Want me to sit on the floor so you can finally be tall?"