This is bottom Wilbur, top and tall Quackity (cause there is not that much Tallity out there).
Some infos: Wilbur is about 6'0 and Quackity is 6'3. Wilbur is revived and has his little white streak.
That's all you need to know. Hope you enjoy.
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3rd PoV:
Quackity and Wilbur were currently in Las Nevadas, sitting at the desk that is in middle of Quackitys office.
Wilbur just went there to see his boyfriend, but Quackity found something that he thought Wilbur would like. A Cookbook.
Quackitys PoV:
"I have something you might like." I say as I take out the Cookbook that was in the drawer of my table. I give it over to Wilbur, who is giving me a questioning look, before looking back down at the book.
"What's that?" He asked taking the book in his hands. His hands slowly flipping it around in his hands.
"It's a Cookbook!" I exclaimed a little bit to energetic. "But the best part about it is that it is filled with recipes from all around the SMP. They're like ancient. Some of those dishes haven't been made in years, maybe centuries!"
He looked at me and then back down at the book. He slowly went through some pages, looking at the ingredients or sometimes seeing some scribbles of the dishes on the page.
"Where did you even find this?" He asks looking back up at me raising one of his eyebrows.
"Foolish had it," I reply casually. "He said it's been passed around for years. Can you believe this? All this culinary wisdom just collecting dust." I said slightly frowning.
Wilbur sets the book down so we both could look into it. "Do you want to make something?" I asked looking over at him.
"Sure, what do you want to make?" He asked looking me in the eyes.
I grabbed the Cookbook searching for a certain page. "How about this one?" I asked pointing at a cake, that to be honest looked not that difficult to make. It was called "Netherrack". Probably because of its red colour.
Wilbur PoV:
Quackity shoves the book back over to me showing me a page for a cake. A red velvet cake. I made one of those back in the L'manburg days with Niki. It's quite easy and really delicious.
"Sure, let's do this." I say looking back up in Quackitys eyes. He smiles at me and stands up walking to the door. I grab the book and follow him out the room into the kitchen.
As we arrived at the kitchen I flip the book back open and start getting a bowl. Quackity stood over the book reading the ingredients to me while I was getting everything out the cupboards.
As we got everything out we started mixing the ingredients. Just as I was messing the flour I got an idea and smirked.
"Hey love?" I asked the smirk not leaving my face. "Yes amor?" He asked turning to look at me. Just as his body was completely turned to me I take a handful of the flour and smacked it into his face.
Quackity took in a sharp breath and immediately started coughing. I started laughing hysterically bending over and grabbing into the counter.
"You... fucking... bitch!" Quackity said in between coughs. I try to stand back up straight. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry love." I say as I reach up and cupping his cheeks looking in his eyes.
I give him a quick peck on the lips before putting our foreheads together. His face was full of flour his skin whither than normally.
I look into his eyes getting distracted by the beauty of them. I snap back to reality when something powdery hits my face. Flour.
Now Quackity was the one laughing and I'm the one coughing. "Revenge!" He says laughing.
I look up at him, smiling at his statement. I take the flour and measure how much we need. "Let's take this seriously, okay? We need to focus. With we I mean you."
I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist pulling me closer.
Quackity PoV:
I wrap my arms around Wilbur's waist laying my head down on his shoulder. "I've been serious the whole time, amor. You were the one stating the fight. So don't say it like it was my fault"
I say putting a quick kiss on his neck. Even tho he can be so much to handle I still love him so much.
"Yeah I know, darling. I'm sorry." he says, me being able to hear how he rolls his eyes. Wilbur turns his head and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
Now that we were finally concentrating at the thing first hand again, we started talking about topics from the drama of the SMP to our plans for the future. I may have not said it but I really hope that Wilbur will be apart of mine and I of his.
The cake was currently in the oven and we just finished cleaning the kitchen.
I walk up behind Wilbur, who was looking in the oven, impatiently waiting for the cake to be ready. I wrap my arms around him and snuggle up in the nape of his neck.
We stayed there till the timer we set finally went off. Wilbur squealed excitedly. Sadly I pull away from Wilbur and grab the oven gloves taking out the cake and putting it on the counter.
We looked at it being pretty proud."It's perfect." he exclaimed looking at the cake in awe. "You know what else is perfect?" I say looking at him. He looks at me with a questioning look. "Wha-"
With a swift motion I move forward grabbing Wilbur at his hips and pulling him close. He gasps out of shock his body becoming stiff. I move my face closer to his, our noses almost touching. He slowly relaxes into my touch looking in my eyes.
"Another perfect thing..." is say putting our foreheads together "is you." He looks at me his cheek blushing madly. "Fuck you!" He mumbles quietly looking away.
I put my hand on his chin making him look at me. I give him a short but passionate kiss. "I love you, amor." I whisper against his lips smiling lovingly.
"I love you too, love"
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Well that was my fist story, uhmmmm, I'm maybe gonna come back and change some things. But yeah that's it. Hope you enjoyed.
Take care of yourself and byeeeee <3
