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Winter hugs.

[1421 words] [TW: blood?]
[the story is told from quackitys pov it's also not too fluffy at the start just wait a bit ]
I slammed my head onto my desk, "shit!" I blurted out, it hurt way more than I thought it would. The sight of the office and my surroundings made me feel like throwing up. or even throwing myself off a bridge at this point. it's been ages since I've gotten proper sleep or left the fucking office. I thought for a second to try to remember what's actually in this world other than this office, I then remember Wilbur, my face does a weird "gross." expression, I remember the burger van and my restaurant, I remember the hatred in Wilbur's eyes as he stumbled across my country after that bastard brought him back from hell. I sighed and got up from my chair instantly stumbling and almost falling over "holy shit" I mumble. As I walk next to my desk I feel the need to stretch. I open the door and walk out, locking it behind me just in case. My wings are fucked, they hurt like hell I haven't been paying attention to them so they aren't in the best condition. as I get to the door I grab a cigarette and a lighter, I light the cigarette and step foot into the now white las Nevadas "snow.." I make out [sort of] I move my cigarette to the right and pick up a handful of snow. How long have I kept that unhealthy cycle going ? I wondered since the last time I remember the sun was nice and bright everything was bright and gorgeous, now it's pretty much dead , covered with a blanket of snow and way more peaceful. I see Wilbur's burger van, and as I approach I hear a slight mumble from inside all I could make out was "fuck-" gibberish "gain.." the "gain.." had fear and anxiety stuck all over it, the tone of Wilbur's voice genuinely made me anxious BANG! the van shook. there was a terrible silence, I know I don't care about Wilbur I just know. I tried running but damn being this fucking short sucks. Once I got to the door of the van I tried to open it, I swear it was frozen shut, I managed to tug so hard on the handle of the door that it flew off and I fell into the deep ocean of white "FUCK ITS SO COLD" as I fell I spit out my cigarette. I shivered I quickly got up, it felt like the snow wasn't too happy about letting me go since it felt like it grew arms and they pulled and pulled so I wouldn't go. but after I got up I decided just to go through the window. and what a smart idea that was. Once I got through, Wilbur was ever so slowly sliding down his wall he was conveniently sat against, as I looked him up and down to see what he was on about before he fell, I saw his scar. Sure, the sweater now had a stitched part in the middle, that was usually blue. Currently, it was red. I slowly walked closer "I don't care about you." I whispered, touching his sweater. his scar opened. That's why it's so red , fresh and bloody. "stupid you are. you cant stitch shit. your sweater, OR yourself." I didn't think about it, I lifted his shirt to look closer at his wound and searched for a first aid kid, when found I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him closer , I wrapped his scar and rested him against my knee and shoulder, I dropped the items I was holding and put one of my arms under his knees and the other on his back scooping him off the floor. he wasn't so heavy [ surprisingly. ] The door. I thought I stared at it for a good few seconds and just kicked it. Knocking it down so easily I walked through the snow deciding to pick up snow and put it on Wilbur's body. As I entered my bedroom I gently placed Wilbur on my bed trying not to wake him due to the extreme pain he'd feel. I took off the rushed bandages and took care of his wound and bandaged him properly. I threw Wilbur's sweater, black shirt and coat to the side leaving him shirtless. Many people would think "Awh, then you fell in love right then and there and stared at his sexy body😍" but no. I got up and rummaged through my closet finding a hoodie or something that would suit Wilbur. I didn't want a clown-looking asshole in my bed. every hoodie or sweater I had in there was XL or L due to me finding comfort in bigger-sized clothes. I found a perfect sweater for him and softly put it on. I grabbed an extra duvet and some pillows from my closet, I obviously don't just use one. I laid everything out and how I wanted it. As I was getting comfortable I heard a panicked whispering so I got up. "Quackity?" he stared in confusion I walked over to him and stood over him. my face didn't have an expression. " Di-Did you miss your stupid fiancés so bad that you put me in your bed?" he couldn't speak properly, I don't think he could breathe well but at the moment I didn't care. I just saw red. Everything was red. I slapped him with full force. There was a shocked gasp from under me "I-" "don't." I went back to my not so bed on the floor and layed down. I don't know how long after I felt a shuffling next to me "I don't care about you." I said straight up so he didn't get any ideas "You did tend to my wound and change me into this sweater, I feel you do care your just scared to admit it" you could hear the smirk in his voice. I thought about them. "I feel you do care you're just scared to admit it" I am, aren't I? "Why are you here." you could probably hear slight hurt in my voice. "I'm scared of lightning. and you on the floor. the floors better than the bed in a thunderstorm and you're a pers-" " We are not cuddling. " somewhere during this conversation I turned to face him. A lightning bolt struck and Wilbur jumped. Fear took over his face I could see the arm that was originally in front of his face had grabbed my arm and was clearly trembling. "This is an exception. " I wrapped my hands around his waist and pulled him into a hug basically. I moved one arm just below his neck and the other was moved a bit lower than the original position. I felt as he instantly melted into my touch finally feeling comfortable I heard a soft "thank you." as he fell asleep slowly in my arms. I stared at him. His face was so peaceful, his body so still , his eyebrows calmed , the ones that always look like your probably gonna the shit beat out of you if you look at him in a certain way. His body slightly moving up and down as he inhaled and exhaled softly. I gently changed how we were. I'm on my back and so is he. my arm around his shoulders. I think he decided it would be if, he rolled onto his side, pushed his body closer to mine, placed his hand on my chest and hurried to bury his face into my neck. his soft breaths made me honestly think he wasn't all that bad. Shit no, what he IS that bad. I hate Wilbur. But I couldn't help but stare at his soft face. It was constantly angry and bothered and now it's- "Enjoying my face Q? I woke up since you were staring at me" he inspected my face as he grew red in the face. I grabbed his flushed face and put his forehead against mine we stayed like that for a minute until I held his chin and gazed into his gorgeous blood-coloured eyes. he seemed to understand what I wanted and nodded slightly, I locked our lips together, it was a delicate kiss lasting a few seconds. "I Don't care about you." I whisper as he smiles and buries his head into my neck.