I HAVE NO ENERGY OR MOTIVATION AND IM PRETTY MUCH SAD ALL THE TIME BECAUSE MY FRIENDS WONT STOP SELF HARMING BUT IVE REACHED 1.07K READS SO HERE WE FUCKING GO!
CW:
• Swearing
• Fluff
• Kissing
• Cuddling
• Drinking
• Edibles (fockin drogs)
• gay
• foul language (this is for like hoe or slut; not that it will be used, but how will 😍)
• Wilbur and Quackity both cute together
• homophobic pieces of shit
• THE F SLUR! (F@G---. THAT ONE)
• nothin else really I don't think
• fockin protective bur
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' Hey, Mi amor?' Quackity asked, glancing over at Wilbur who was sat in a seemingly comfortable arm chair.
'Yes, Darling?' He responded.
'Do you want to go to a party? I think Fundy is throwing one.'
'Sure. As long as he doesn't mind his fucking dad being there.'
'Im sure he won't, you guys act more like friends, other than that stupid fish drama..'
'Hey! Don't call Sally stupid.'
'Whatever'
'Ill have you know, she is the mother to my child.'
Quackity went quiet.
He stared back at his phone, and turned over, his back now facing the slightly wider eyed man.
'Darling?' (oh. My. God. It just put 'DaddyBur?' on my fucking suggested keyboard thingy 😭 this is why I don't write on phone 😭😭) Wilbur asked, worry could be heard in his tone.
'..' Quackity didn't respond, and instead shoved some airpods in his ears, and continued watching whatever it was.
'Love, did I upset you?' The taller asked, walking over to the duck and picking him up.
'AgH- Put me Dow- EuGH- DOWN!!!' Quackity yelled as Wilbur carried him to the chair he was previously sitting on, sat down and placed the angry duck on his lap.
'Wilburrrr!'
'Whattt?'
'I don't wanna talk about how sAlLy is the mother of Fundy.. Cause it just reminds me that you fucked a FUCKING FISH AND NOT ME'
He yelled, screaming the last part.
'JEEZ, FINE!' Wilbur yelled back, clapping his hand over the ducks mouth.
'Fine, Fine.'
'good.'
× Time skip to where they are getting ready for the party cause I am lazy as fUcK×
'Mi amor? What should I wear?'
The smaller asked, looking through his outfits before finding a decent looking shirt with suspenders, and black, ripped pants.
'This will do..'
Wilbur walked into the room, already fully dressed with similar makeup to the last time Quackity saw him wearing it.
He wore the same outfit he wore, (the ruffled poet's shirt, gold and brown corset with black pants and slight platforms with gloves)
Quackity blushed, but quickly shook his head as he finished clipping on his suspenders.
'You look amazing!' Wilbur said, enthusiasm dripping off each word.
'You dont. You look hot as fuck, thats what.' The duck said, flatly, causing the taller to blush.
He also put platforms on, (which DEFINITELY were) and they walked out the house, after Quackity had checked in a mirror that the gold and dark blue makeup that Wilbur had done looked amazing, hand in hand.
× In the driveway to the house×
'Fundy! we are here!' Wilbur said, walking into the kitchen to find his son, who looked amazed at his father's choice of outfit.
'Dad, you look... Super gay.'
'Well that's great! Because I am!'
'Great then!'
They chatted for awhile, before Q interrupted to ask if there was any alcohol, to which Fundy replied yes, and also added that there were a couple edibles too.
'Have a good time, Dad!' Fundy said, as Wilbur walked off, beaming.
(Wholesome bur)
(AHH THIS ACTUALLY REMINDS ME OF LIKE WIL AND TALLULAH ON THE QSMP!!!)
'Quackity?' Wilbur said, before finding him sat on a sofa, with a bottle of Vodka, which was already 1/4 empty, and two edibles were gone.
