Accidents Happen (Star vs The Forces of Evil Quest)

>It had been an accident.
>"-umans are weak animals. Even if I burn my notes, the secret will still be in my head. Until I die, how can I be sure I won't be forced by someone to make the dev-"
>You are Jackie Lynn Thomas.
>You were sitting on the minicouch, which was piled high with pillows and blankets.
>Under all of it, you had some snacks hidden about.
>Popcorn, pop, a bunch of candy and shit covered in chocolate.
>You had made a very nice little cocoon for yourself on that couch.
>You were wearing nothing but pajama bottoms and an over-sized, loose-fitting hoodie.
>On your right arm, there was a brace on your wrist.
>On the table in front of you a bottle of pain pills, with instructions on when to take them and how many to take, as well as a single skull, its empty sockets aimed right at you.
>You didn't ask, though it looked... pretty realistic.
>Anon had called it a "good luck charm" and had promised it wasn't anyone you knew.
>You were pretty sure that was a joke.
>It had been a rough couple days for your ass, and not because of Muscles.
>For once.
>You sigh and snuggle deeper into your nest of blankets.
>After the... accident, Anon had all but carried you to the nurse's office, with a look on his face you didn't care for at all.
>The nurse, after stashing the bottle of Bourbon that she had been chugging under the table, had come over and examined you.
>Anon had been dead silent the entire time, letting you make up some cover story about a freak chemistry accident.
>According to the nurse, nothing had been torn, broken, or crushed as you had feared, but even so she had recommended that you take the next few days off of school.
She had also given you the pain medication that you were now taking.
>Which, for the record, was so illegal that you could barely wrap your head around it, but that was fine.
>You applauded it even.
>She could hawk all of the illegal pain medication she wanted as long as it made your pain at least somewhat manageable.
>But, like most "over-the-counter" medicine, this one had some mean-ass side effects.
>You didn't feel very good.
>Not at all.
>Your head hurt, your nose was stuffy, you were up pissing every ten minutes, and you felt bloated as all hell.
>No matter how many blankets you wrapped around yourself you were always a little on the cold side.
>All-in-all, you felt like ten pounds of nuggets stuffed into a five pound kid's meal.
>But, at least you had your snacks and your old monster movies.
>"Wooh..."
>....
>"...Yeah, you mess up that city, Godzilla," you muttered, dragging your arm across your runny nose.
>"You mess that city the heck up..."
>....
>The minutes passed, punctuated only by the crunch of snacks, the sniffles of your drippy-ass nose, and the 'Skreeonks' of a man in a big rubber lizard suit.
>Pulling a bag of chocolate pretzels from underneath a bunch of pillows, you slipped your free arm in and searched around.
>Hmm...
>It looked like you were about out...
>You'd have to ask Anon to get you another from the ca-
>'BAM!'
>The front door was wrenched open, revealing the huffing, heavily-jacketed form of your boyfriend.
>There was an exhausted look on his face and his backpack slung over his shoulder.
>"-oddamn IDIOT... I can't believe..."
>Slamming the door behind him, Anon kicked off his shoes and made his way toward you.
>You opened your mouth to greet her, but as he walked out of sight the telltale 'FWIP' of his apartment door being  summoned and shut rang out.
>...
>Huh...
>It looked like someone had a bad day...
>You wiggle deeper into your fortress of comfy, pulling out a handful of chocolate pretzels and stuffing them into your mouth.
>You groaned weakly.
>"Ah yeah~..."
>That's what momma likes...
>As you continued to watch your doofy movies and eat your shitty junk food, you wondered idly what Anon was doing.
>You were pretty used to him vanishing for sometimes days on end, getting up to his bad mojo and dank, life-threatening adventures, now that he'd totally dumped going to school.
>....
>Aw man, now you're thinking about school...
>And who was the "idiot" he'd been grumbling about?
>A monster? Someone from another dimension? Marco or Star? .... Himself?
>You hadn't really talked to the latter two much, ever since the whole Monster Arm Kung-Fu Showdown.
>...
>You poked your messy head out from the blankets and looked toward your door.
>...You'd ask when he came out...
>...
>Hopefully he brought your schoolwork home this time.
>You didn't need Ms. Skullnick riding your butt about getting your work done.
>Gargoyle-lookin' ass...
>Another five minutes later 'Non erupts from his portable apartment, a stack of books under his human arm.
>He was wearing a wrinkled grey t shirt, with the sleeve on Muscle's side torn off, and a pair of black sweatpants.
>His bare feet tapped against the floor as he way his way over.
>A:"You have work from Ms. Skullnick. I managed to talk the others into not giving you anything."
>You smiled as he walked over to you, wiping away another trail of nose-slime.
>"And how did you do that?" you asked as he grabbed your head and pulled it out from your cocoon.
>A:"I can be very persuasive when I want to be."
>Frowning, he placed his hands under your jaw, with his and Muscle's palms touching the sides of your throat.
>A:"Swallow."
>While he was setting himself up for one heck of a joke, you managed to hold back, doing as he asked.
>"Again."
>You did it again, swallowing thickly
>Anon grimaced.
>"Your face is red and your nose is running. Have you been drinking water like I told you to?"
>You nodded.
"Yep, and going to the bathroom every ten seconds because it's running through me like crap through a goose."
>Anon, still frowning, placed the back of his hand against your forehead.
>You leaned into his touch, as much out of a starvation for company as to press against the soothing warmth.
>"...You're not warm," he mumbled, pulling the hand away and standing up. "Get those blankets off. I'm going to put some warm compresses on you to help clear you up."
>You darted back into your safe place
>J:"But it's FREEZING in here!"
>"I don't care. When I get back here I want those blankets off and I want you sitting up straight so I can get a good look at you," Anon replied, making his way into the kitchen.
>In spite of your grumbling, you did as he asked, pulling off the filthy blankets.
>From the kitchen, you could hear Anon fiddling around, turning on the sink, opening and closing drawers, looking through the fridge.
>You bit back any questions about the day's events.
>Your boyfriend clearly wasn't in the mood.
>The sink was turned off, and not two seconds later Anon reappeared in the room holding a couple of steaming wet rags.
>Setting them aside on the table, he helped peel the rest of the blankets off of you and tossed both them, your empty bags of snacks and pop, and the blankets onto the floor.
>"Now sit up," he commanded. "Rest your arms on your knees and lean forward a bit."
>Once again, you did as he asked, trying, and very much failing, to breath through your nose.
>...
>Holy crud were you stuffed up...
>Retrieving the wet towels, Anon set to work.
>First, he placed one of the rags around the back of your neck.
>The other went on your forehead.
>The next he somehow put on your chest without it falling off.
>Lastly, he carefully wrapped one around your neck, right under the jaw, and held it there with his hand.
>A:"There. Now hold still for a minute or two. This should fix you right up."
>While the rags weren't hot enough to burn your skin, they were still pretty warm.
>And you didn't particularly like the feeling of warm water running down your back, arms, and chest while you were sitting on your couch.
>Still, it afforded you the opportunity to once again marvel at just how firm and caring Anon could be.
>It was like he was a professional caretaker or something, his every movement practiced and precise.
>It troubled you, thinking about just why he'd gotten so good at it.
>You let it all go unsaid, though.
>Partly because there wasn't much to be said about the subject, and partly so you could avoid upsetting his careful work.
>Anon spent the time waiting by cleaning up around the minicouch, collecting and throwing away the detritus that had collected around you.
>He must have put something in those rags besides water, because with each breath you took you could feel your sinuses clearing up.
>Your body started to get less achy.
>Your throat didn't hurt as much.
>Even your shoulders didn't feel as tense or tight.
>The puffiness in your face and hands went down.
>Minutes passed by as you took long, deep breaths again and again and again, until the rags were cold and you felt like half a human again.
>Pulling the rag that he had pressed against your throat away, Anon looked you over carefully.
>A:"Do you feel any better?"
>God, his voice was so gentle...
>Closing your eyes, you nodded
"Yep. it's still freezing in here though."
>Anon grunted, balling up the wet rag in his monstrous hand, its human pair pulling away the other rags.
>A:"I'll order a pizza so we won't have to worry about food tonight."
>You nodded, your toes curling.
>It was seriously COLD in this room!
>You were going to have to grab yourself a blanket...
>As if reading your mind, Anon carefully laid a blanket over your shivering body.
>A:"I'll be right back with a glass of water. You keep sitting up like that and breathing through your nose."
>You wrapped the blanket around you as he made his way into another part of the house, stretching to try and snag another of your older, dirtier blankets.
>A:"And DON'T touch any of those old blankets. I'll clean them up in a second."
>Thought-patrolin' ass...
>J:"But it's COLD!"
>A:"You'll have to suffer through it."
>You snorted, hugging your arms close to your chest.
>Suffer through it your tush...
>You'll suffer your foot in his butt if he wasn't careful...
>After a minute or two, Anon came back with that glass of water.
>A:"I want you to at least drink half of this, and after I'm done cleaning your mess up I want to look at that wrist of yours."
>He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns around and gets to work.
>Your bags of snacks were put in the kitchen, and your pillow and blankets were folded and placed somewhere in your bedroom.
>Anon didn't mess around.
>There was no talking, no distractions.
>Nothing.
>When he bent over, he didn't wiggle his rear in your face like he usually did.
>He also didn't remark upon you eating all of this junk.
>No teasing, no smiles, nothing.
>To be honest, it almost looked like his pace was hurried.
>Like he was nervous about something.
>But you don't comment on it.
>You drink your water like a good girl and set the empty glass on the table in front of you when you finished.
>Anon had been like this for a while.
>Compared to his normal, goofy-intense self, it was hard not to notice.
>Finished with the last of the pillows, Anon sat down beside you.
>A:"Let me see your arm."
>You slowly extended your injured appendage, presenting it to him.
>Without ceremony, he began to undo the brace, his rough, nimble fingers untangling the straps and bindings easily.
>In no time at all, he was able to slide it off your wrist.
>The skin was a little pale where the brace was, you noticed, making the sickly purple veins stand out even more.
>You could also see some bruising around the length of your wrist and the blackening of your fingertips.
>You grimaced, opening and closing your hand.
>It looked like crap, but it was getting better.
>You might not even need those pain pills in a day or two.
>Anon chewed his lip as he moved your arm around.
>His touch was slow, cautious, as if he expected you to fall apart at any moment.
>A:"Is anything hurting? Is there any shooting pain? Does anything feel wrong?"
>You do your best to reassure him.
>J:"Everything's fine, it's just a little tender. I'll be fine by Monday, 'probly."
>Anon's eyes flickered from your arm to your eyes, an unreadable emotion hidden behind them.
>A:"Are you sure? If I need to, I can have the principal let you stay at home for another week or two. It wouldn't even be hard."
>You frown, noting an edge to his voice.
>What the heck's gotten into him?
>J:"It's just a sore wrist, 'Non, I probably don't even need the brace or the pills anymore."
>His eyes narrowed, a frown twisting his lips.
>A:"You're going to wear that brace until you're a hundred percent healed. I'm not going to have you getting hurt even worse."
>Before you could argue, he was already putting the brace back on.
>For some reason or another, Anon had a bit more difficulty  putting the thing back on than he did getting it off.
>He was still being as gentle as he could be, which wasn't going to work since you needed to put a little "oomph" into it when you put this thing on.
>J:"Anon, you can put a little more muscle into it of you want. I'm not going to fall apart."
>He stopped messing with your brace with a frustrated huff, looking up at you almost... apologetically.
>A:"I don't want to hurt you again."
>You shook your head.
>He was worse today than he was yesterday.
>And yesterday he had been BAD.
>He'd left you with all of his skulls AND Zombina, who had spent the whole time idly humming and enjoying your movies as much as a severed head could, if not more so.
>"For security", he'd said, befor 'FWIP'ing away again.
>You didn't exactly recall asking for an undead secret service, though.
>J:"Anon, you don't have to beat yourself up about that. It was an accide-"
>He just growled, wrestling with your brace.
>A:"Fucking strap!"
>You tried to pull your arm away, but he grabbed it, his eyes widening.
>A:"Jackie, no! Don't strain yourself, I--"
>Leaning over, you wrapped your free hand around Anon's shoulders and pulled him against you.
>He stiffened, his grip on your tender arm tightening.
>...
>Ow.
>J:"Anon. It was an accident. I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about."
>He refused to meet your gaze, instead just collapsing forwards, burying his face against your chest.
>This wasn't the boy you loved.
>The boy you'd fallen in love was confident, as quick with a lame joke as a murderous punch, willing to step into mortal danger just for people who only barely counted as his friends, all with a great big smile on his face.
>But the boy you cradled, like a puppet with its strings cut, clinging to you desperately, tilting his face up to look at you with those tearful, sorry eyes...
>This was the real Anon.
>So raw and vulnerable and uncertain.
>Managing to pull your injured arm from his hands, you wiggled it out of the brace -letting it drop to the floor below- and wrapped both arms around his neck.
>It hurt a bit, but you ignored the pain.
>...Mostly.
>...
>Fucking wrist...
>You then leaned back a bit before burying your face into the nape of Anon's neck and began to gently kiss, whispering soft things to him in between the kisses.
>At first, he tensed, and you could almost feel him flinch away.
>But slowly.
>Bit by bit.
>You felt his body relax, until he was practically curled up in your lap.
>A:"Hmm~..."
>He was unnaturally warm, and smelled like summer rain and fireworks.
>And underneath that you could smell something else.
>Something unidentifiable and wild and potent.
>A smell you'd just started to notice around him.
>A smell that couldn't be washed off with soap or water
>It was his scent, his smell, and you loved it.
>Gradually, he rose to meet your kisses, sighing softly as his lips swallowed your sweet whispers and promises again and again.
>Every now and then you caught a flash of his ebony canine, slightly longer than its ivory twin.
>Idly, his hand toyed with your golden locks, as Muscles made itself at home beneath your buns, molding and massaging them as it usually did.
>Each kiss sent a delightful jolt down your body.
>His eyes, when you caught them uncovered by his mop of hair, were warm and full of love.
>You couldn't help but smile.
>J:"There's my boy..."
>You no longer felt cold.
>In fact, your body was warming up.
>Certain parts more than others...
>You felt his body respond in kind, something jabbing against your inner thigh, making him roll his hips to deepen the contact.
>He returned your smile with his usual toothy grin, stealing another kiss.
>A:"After dinner, I'll take care of you... Just you, me, and a shape-shifting monster arm."
>Muscles consented to this plan, giving you a little pinch that somehow seemed to tickle your entire shapely rear, forcing a nervous, excited giggle from your full lips.
>A:".... But first, you need to take your medicine."
>Anon reached out for the bottle, but instead you pulled his arm back to you, wiggling until the blanket covered both of you.
>J:"In a couple minutes. I just want to lay like this for a bit."
>Though he didn't look particularly happy, he acquiesced to your wishes.
>With some more adjusting, the two of you found yourselves lying on your sides watching TV.
>Your head was resting against his chest, his arm curled around you protectively, as you tuned out the television and simply listened to his heartbeat.
>A:"Are you comfortable?"
>You nodded, tilting your head back to give the underside of his chin a kiss.
>Anon hummed, a sound you more felt than heard, kissing the top of your head as he used a foot to adjust the blanket so that it covered your feet.
>For about ten minutes, neither of you said a thing.
>Finally, you felt him press his hand against the space over your heart, his voice practically a whisper.
>A:"I'll never hurt you again, Jackie. For as long as I live."
>You smiled, closing your eyes
>J:"I love you too, hon."