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asingulardoorknob · 1 year ago

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q!tntduo- homework

idk how to use tumblr but I may as well start it off by reposting one of my favourite aus :))

(inspired by @/sootistics on twitter <3)

q!tntduo au in which tallulah tricks q!wilbur into giving q!quackity flowers under the guise of a homework assignment.

“Are you sure it was today, darling?” Tallulah nodded and scribbled a couple of quick sentences on her notepad.

That’s what Mr. Smiley Man said. Maybe he forgot to get it added to the tasks for today? Wilbur hummed thoughtfully. That did sound like something Quackity would do. The man wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

Tallulah tugged at the bottom of his sleeve and gestured towards her notepad.

I mention Mr. Quackity once, and you get all smiley. Wilbur sighed softly. His girl never missed a thing.

“I was thinking about something else, mi amor- not Quackity.” Tallulah shot him a look that told him she was not convinced, but she dropped the subject, anyway.

We need to make a bouquet of flowers and present them to the teacher, Tallulah wrote. Which should be pretty easy because of my garden. Wilbur nodded in acknowledgement. It was a bit of a weird task to give the eggs for homework- though then again- it was Quackity they were talking about. The raven-haired man had certainly given them weirder homework to complete before.

“Alright then, what flowers do you think he’d like the most from your garden, sweetheart?” he asked, turning to admire the rows and rows of carefully planted flowers. Wilbur knew the names of a few of them, but most importantly, he knew the one Quackity had said he liked. Poppies. He said they reminded him of Tilin.

He turned back towards Tallulah to read what she’d written on her notepad.

Red tulips! It read in big capital letters. And maybe some roses and lilacs! Or other colours of tulips, or maybe lily of the valley; I like those!

“Whatever you want, mi niña. I was also thinking of some poppies since Mr. Quackity likes those.” Tallulah grinned and offered him an enthusiastic nod before she ran off toward her garden to pick some flowers. Wilbur smiled fondly. He loved his girl so much; she meant the absolute world to him. Wilbur would do anything for her.

“Tallulah, honey,” he exclaimed as he made his way over to where she was kneeling over her garden. “That looks gorgeous. Mr. Quackity’s going to love it.” Tallulah shook her head and gently placed the flowers she held down on the dirt.

It’s not done yet, Papi, she quickly wrote, before setting down her notepad and returning to picking flowers. Wilbur chuckled fondly and ruffled her hair.

“My bad, darling,” he said. “Let me know when it’s finished.”

Half an hour later, Tallulah presented him with a large bouquet made up of lilacs, red roses, a couple of colours of tulips, lily of the valleys, and poppies.

“It looks perfect, my petal,” he said, admiring her handiwork. Tallulah giggled, while Wilbur rose from the grass where he had been sitting cross-legged. “Are you ready to go hand it in?” She nodded excitedly.

Let’s go see Mr. Quackity! She wrote before carefully tucking her notepad into one of the large pockets in her dress. Wilbur smiled fondly.

“Alright, but you have to stay with me, okay? There are scary monsters around, and I don’t want you getting hurt, mi amor.” Tallulah nodded. Phil had been keeping him updated on the QSMP while he was away on tour, and from the sounds of Phil’s letters, things certainly weren’t getting less dangerous. He’d heard that the monsters were getting more aggressive, seemingly evolving alongside the society the members of the QSMP had created. Not to mention the binary entity that was wandering around, seemingly on an unending mission to kill the eggs.

Wilbur nearly jumped as Tallulah gently wrapped her fingers around his.

Right, they had places to be.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, smiling down at his daughter and squeezing her hand. “We don’t want to keep Mr. Quackity waiting after all.”

Wilbur felt Tallulah’s hand drop from his as they drew closer to the school.

“Tallulah, darling, where are you going?” he called after her as she ran through the tall grass. Unfortunately, the girl didn’t hear him as she seemed to be too distracted by a small turtle making its way through the grass. “We can look at the turtle after- you have homework due.”

“Wilbur?” Quackity’s distant voice prompted Wilbur to turn away from Tallulah momentarily. “What are you doing here?” Wilbur glanced back at Tallulah, who was now completely out of earshot chasing some sort of butterfly. He sighed and slowly made his way over to where Quackity stood in front of the school doors.

“I- uh- I have these for you,” Wilbur said awkwardly, holding the bouquet out in front of him. Quackity’s eyebrows shot up.

“For me?”

“Yes- or- well, they’re not really from me, per se. They’re more from Tallulah but-.”

“Thank you,” Quackity said, cutting him off as he took the flowers. “But you really didn’t need to do this.” Wilbur frowned.

“What?”

“I mean, I appreciate it. I really do, but- um- it wasn’t necessary.” Wilbur was at a loss for words. What was Quackity talking about?

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that Tallulah had said-.”

“This was Tallulah’s idea? Not- yours?” Quackity asked, hesitating on the last word. He almost sounded disappointed, which only served to confuse Wilbur even more.

“Well, I mean she brought it up, and we got it ready together,” he explained, gesturing towards the flowers. “I knew you liked poppies, so I made sure to include those.”

“You remembered my favourite flower?” Wilbur did his best to fight back the warm blush that he knew was rising to his cheeks.

“I mean- yes, I- I guess.” Luckily, Quackity seemed equally as flustered, so much so that he didn’t notice Wilbur’s bright pink cheeks. Fuck. He should go. He should make sure Tallulah was safe. He’d given Quackity the homework. All he had to do was turn around and leave.

“Do you know flower code, Wilbur?” Quackity asked suddenly, catching Wilbur off guard.

“Yes- I have a book on it. Why?” Quackity’s blush deepened.

“Then you know what these flowers mean?”

What was he talking about? Wilbur glanced down at the bouquet, carefully studying each of the flowers.

Lily of the Valley: the return of happiness.

Lilac: first emotions of love.

Yellow tulip: hopeless love.

Red rose: love and passion.

Red tulip: declaration of love.

The only one that didn’t fit was the poppies, which Wilbur had suggested because they were Quackity’s favourites.

Then it clicked.

This wasn’t homework. There was no homework. He glanced behind him to see Tallulah standing nearby, watching with a sheepish smile on her face. She had planned this for him, and he may as well take advantage of it. He’d been meaning to talk to Quackity for weeks about what they were, anyway.

“I know what they mean,” he said finally, meeting Quackity’s gaze. “And to answer your next question; it wasn’t an accident.” Quackity’s mouth opened slightly in surprise.

“You- you really feel that way, Wilbur?” he asked quietly.

“I do,” Wilbur responded with a soft smile. “I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” Quackity grinned back at him as he plucked the biggest red tulip from the bouquet and held it out to Wilbur.

A declaration of love.

With an undoubtedly stupid-looking grin on his face, Wilbur took the flower.

A declaration of love.

It was out there now. His feelings. Quackity’s feelings.

Now what?

A small giggle broke the awkward silence between them as Tallulah came running over, her notepad in hand.

-Finally,- was all that it read, making Quackity chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I guess that was pretty overdue,” he said, reaching over to ruffle the girl’s hair. Wilbur smiled. Quackity was good with kids, as much as others loved to claim otherwise. He may not be the most responsible- Wilbur could admit that- but Tallulah loved him, and that was all that mattered to Wilbur. After a few moments, Wilbur glanced up at the sky to notice the sun beginning to disappear beyond the horizon. He needed to get Tallulah home before the monsters started to come out. Regretfully, he met Quackity’s warm, brown eyes.

“Come by later- we can talk more than,” he said, gently tucking the shorter man’s hair back behind his ear. Quackity leaned into his touch, making Wilbur smile. He’d wasted so much time convincing himself that his feelings for Quackity weren’t real, but he had no plans to waste any more of it.

“Here,” he said, raising his other hand to hold Quackity’s chin as he slowly slid the red tulip behind his ear. “Now you’re looking handsome.” A warm blush rose to Quackity’s cheeks, but he quickly fought it off with a sarcastic comment.

“Oh, because I wasn’t before?” he asked with a cheeky smile. Wilbur shook his head affectionately. Quackity was the only person in the world who could make him smile as much as this.

“See you later, Quackity,” he said, finally turning away to face Tallulah, who was still all smiles from the successful execution of her plan. Wilbur could practically hear the cheeky smirk in Quackity’s voice when he responded.

“Bye, handsome.” As much as he wanted to, Wilbur fought the urge to glance back at Quackity, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep walking away if he did.

Instead, he turned to look down at his beautiful, wonderful, precious little girl. The mastermind behind this whole plan. He should be mad at her for tricking him, and potentially setting him up for failure and rejection, but he was too happy with the outcome to even so much as scold her. He couldn’t keep the undoubtedly goofy-looking smile from his lips, as he bent over to pick a poppy from the dirt.

“For you,” he said, pausing momentarily to tuck the red flower behind her ear. “For being the best wing woman your dad could have asked for.”

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