~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~

~Pumpkin Spice (Bonus!)~

This bonus is gonna contain information that happened a year prior Wilbur started working at the cafe :)

It's real fluffy and cute, just to cushion you for our next chapter which may be broken up into multiple parts because... it's quite long-winded. :)

(Flashback to one year earlier)

. . .

The cafe was dark and cold.

It was a Sunday and I didn't feel like staying home. The house felt empty and impersonal without my family in it. They were both out today; Mom was shopping and dad was working overtime.

So, I went to my friend's cafe. Of course, it was usually closed on Sunday, but... I called ahead.

I sat down with a huff, landing on my favourite plush sofa in the back of the cafe. It was raining, but you couldn't see it, you could only hear it. The rain splattered against the closed windows, the soft hum of the soothing wind whistling past the windows.

I grabbed the soft white blanket that was draped upon the sofa, yawning as I rested it on myself.

"You all comfy, Cariño?"

I hummed, tucking into a ball on the couch. "Yep. Thanks for letting me hang here... I know Sundays are usually your day off."

Quackity smiled, leaning against the bookcase. His inky black hair was in a small braid, allowing you to see his entire face. He wore a pumpkin spice colored sweater and some jeans. He sniffled, recovering from a cold.
"It's all good, Cariño, I love my cafe."

He walked over to me, plopping down on the couch where my feet laid. He yawned, patting my leg.

"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Depends, what kind of movie?"

"Horror." He smirked. "It's October, what did you think we were going to watch? Romance?" He giggled, pulling out his phone from his jeans.

I sighed, sitting up on the couch. "Of course not, dickhead. you're too much of a prude anyway."
I scooted closer to him, throwing the blanket over him. He smelt like cinnamon.
"What movie are you thinking?"

"Maybe 'Friday the 13th'... or do you have something else in mind?"

"I was never a big horror fan, so I'm not picky." I mumbled. "As long as I get some hot chocolate, whatever you want is fine."

Alex giggled, turning on his cracked phone. "Whatever I want? Okay... fuck 'Friday the 13th', let's watch something actually scary."

- - -

The mug of hot chocolate scorched my inner palms as the movie shrugged on.
Dramatic music shrieked from Alex's phone, making me tense. My jaw tightened as I rested my cup down on the brown coffee table in front of us.

The warmness of the cafe did not match the movie we were watching at all. The cafe smelt strongly of chocolate and spices. The only light that was inside there illuminated from scented candles and the harsh rain had finally come to a drizzle. The atmosphere made me want to sleep, but all I could feel was fear.

My arms squeezed my legs tightly, my body rocking back and forth. I shivered.

"Are you okay, Cariño?"
His voice was soft like freshly made caramel, but it made me jump either way. It was such a jarring contrast between the frightening sound track of the horror movie.

I flushed, thanking the darkness for cloaking me. I still have not fully gotten used to that embarrassing nickname. 

"Yeah... just cold, I guess." I lied as the music grew louder.

Instead of responding, he wrapped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.
"Better?"
He said in barely a whisper.

I hummed, feeling my face turn beet red.
My ears started to ring.

Admittedly, I can't remember the rest of the movie after that.
I guess he did help.
But, not in the way he wanted to.

. . .

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A/N: The fluff you requested! Another chapter coming soon! (In November obvi)
Happy early Halloween ducklings!!