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emmy-writes-sometimes · 5 years ago

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Lullabies

A bad mission leaves you unable to sleep. Luckily, you’re not the only one awake in the compound.

“Alright, I’m out!” You said loudly, standing up from the couch. The others in the room, Nat, Clint, and Wanda, were all arguing over an episode of Forensic Files. They all acknowledged you as you stood up. Tonight was their intervention, after all. It was the first time you’d been social since the big mission incident happened.

“Promise me you’ll sleep tonight!” Nat called out. You walked into the kitchen, not expecting to see Steve filling up his gigantic water bottle. He was a friend, a good one, but you hadn’t spoken much since it happened. You just felt like you let him down, and it was the last thing you wanted to do.

You’d been on your own until Tony, your dad’s best friend from childhood, took you in, gave you a serum when your heart threatened to be the cause of your death, and gave you a kickass suit to go with it. And then you were almost an Avenger, but not quite. You were grateful, really – it gave you some of the best friends you’d ever had. Nat was like a mom to you, and Tony was the closest thing you had to a father. You’d been there for six months until the dreaded mission last week.

You’d been the only survivor out of your team of five. You’d been tortured, in every way possible. You were so shaken up that you barely slept for the past week. The bruises weren’t fading. Neither were the memories, and it left you completely unable to sleep, much less do anything but lay in bed and feel guilty for surviving. Nat had finally drawn you out of your room with Chinese food and everyone else had joined until you were all arguing over the ICBY murders.

“Good night, Y/n,” Steve said with a little smile. His smiles were always warm. He was sweet – you considered him a friend, even though most of your conversations were light-hearted.

“Good night, Steve,” you replied with a smile. You walked into your room and got in bed. And you tried to sleep. This time, for whatever reason, it came. Maybe it was because you could hear everyone else in the living room and it was comforting. It helped you to understand that you weren’t alone anymore.

Sleep paralysis had been taking over every time you closed your eyes, and this time was no exception. Tonight it was the bad guy, staring down at you with a gun in one hand and gauntlet in the other. And you tried to scream for anyone who was awake still, it was so real and you couldn’t move your body, but nobody came. Maybe it was because it was late. Maybe it was because you weren’t really screaming, but you couldn’t take it. You woke up gasping, your throat sore, tears streaming down your face. It felt like you were being strangled again. You turned your body toward the air conditioner to get a clear breath.

“Shit,” you murmured. It was 2:26 AM. You felt like you were suffocating, and without even taking your phone, you slipped out of your room and let it lock behind you. The hallway was dark, the only lights coming from the floor-to ceiling windowed view of the city, and it was calming. It was cool, too, Tony always kept the building freezing cold. One of the back lights in the kitchen was on, and you sighed. There was only one thing that could make you feel better. When you were a kid your mother always made chocolate chip cookies when you were upset. She’d hand them over to you, warm and gooey, and you would eat as many as you could until it knocked you out.

So you got a pan out as quietly as you could and searched in the fridge until you found your secret stash of cookies. You resisted to eat the dough and set them on the pan, heating the oven and setting them in. You always took them out before they were done anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“FRIDAY, play the Office in the living room and set a timer for cookies.” The corner of the room glowed in response.

“Hey!” A familiar New York accent knocked you out of your daze as you heard the theme song start playing. It was Steve. You quickly ran in.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed. “I had no idea anyone was in here, I thought everyone was asleep.” He was half asleep, still, but he smiled.

“I did too,” he answered dryly.

“No, I’m sorry. What were you watching?” You took a seat on the couch, all the way across from Steve.

“Honestly? 60 Minutes.” You let out a laugh.

“Of course you would, old man.”

“I’m not that old.”

“You’re a hundred years old.”

“I’m not!” He tried to say. But he sighed. “What are we watching?”

“The Office. Everyone in my generation thinks it’s comedic gold. I do, too. It makes me feel better when sleep paralysis wakes me up.” You were freezing. You wish you had taken a blanket with you, or grabbed the one that was sitting by Steve. Steve could see that you were cold, too. He could see the chill bumps on your skin in the dark. He could see the dried tears on your face and decided he should probably have a little more conversation with you before bringing that up.

“So, uh, what’s it about?”

“An office.” Steve chuckled at how dumb he was.

“Yeah, I should’ve realized that.”

“It’s about a paper company. You might hate it. It’s weird humor, honestly.”

“Yeah, well, I might like it too.” He grinned. Whenever he did that, you couldn’t help but do the same. It was contagious. His optimism, even after everything, and his faith in the world made you want to be more like him. And he and Bucky were the only ones who could possibly know what you went through with the serum. Not to mention he was gorgeous. He had the perfect hair, perfect teeth. He was twice your size and for some reason you wanted him to crush you. He was a giant teddy bear. He was a sweetheart, but he always said what was on his mind. He wouldn’t lie to you. He had no reason to.

“Y/n,” FRIDAY caught your attention, “your cookies are almost done.” You jumped a little bit. Steve must have noticed how jumpy you were, and it made him a little upset. Why didn’t you feel safe?

“Cookies?” He asked. You got up – the oven had an auto shut-off for when they were done, and by the time you got over there you just grabbed a random dish towel to take them out of the oven with. You slid them onto a paper plate, took paper towels as napkins, and brought them back to the living room.

“Did you wake up in the middle of the night to make cookies?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He sat up slightly, motioning for you to sit beside him. You were a little nervous, just because he was him, even though you’d done it in countless meetings or when everyone was piled into the room. But this was different. You were alone.

“No,” you admitted. “My mom used to make them whenever I woke up in the middle of the night. I used to have really bad nightmares.”

“Did, or still do?” It slipped out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. “Sorry.” You took a cookie from the plate and started eating. They were the most comfort you had in a long time. Or maybe it was Steve, or a mix of both.

“Still do. I just can’t go back to sleep after,” you answered. “You can have one.” He smiled and took one from the top of the plate.

“I can’t either. Back before I went into the ice they never really had a word for how you felt when you’d come back from war or a car accident or anything you felt like you shouldn’t survive. Now they do, and it’s almost as bad as not having a word at all.”

“I’m used to it now. It just makes me mad that it affected me this much.”

“Yeah, it does me too. But you know, kid, my door’s always open. You can always come talk to me. I get it.”

“We’re talking now, aren’t we?” You eyed the blanket. Even with the warm cookies you were eating, you still felt cold. “Can you hand me the blanket?”

“Yeah, of course.” He passed you the fluffy blue blanket that you were pretty sure Clint had brought in and never taken back. You wrapped it over yourself, leaning back on the couch. “I don’t know what you went through back there, but…”

“I haven’t even told Tony. The only people that know are me and Fury and Nat.” Steve nodded, looking down.

“Why not?”

“Because that makes it feel real.” Thinking about that night just made your skin crawl and it made you almost start crying. “Everyone wants to know and if I tell them then they’ll just feel sorry for me. I set myself up for that, for all of this. I told them I could handle it, but…”

“You’re handling it,” he interrupted. “Trust me. TV and cookies is way better than the way I used to handle things.” You sighed.

“I’m sorry I’m dumping on you. And I changed your TV. You probably came out here to be alone and I just…”

“Shut up, Y/n. I like spending time with you. And I like that you brought me cookies when you didn’t have to share them. I’m glad I’m not the only one awake in the middle of the night.” You felt a little better. He wouldn’t lie to you. He wasn’t like that. What you wanted, more than anything, was just to curl up next to him. You needed human contact and suddenly you needed him. You realized that you didn’t feel safe because of the cookies or the TV. You felt safe because Steve was there.

“Do you come out here every night?” You asked, trying to change the subject a little.

“Pretty much. Sometimes I’ll go to the gym. But sitting here feels much better than punching things. Sitting with you, I should say.” He gave you a small smile, hoping that it would be returned.

“You’re lying.”

“No. I’m not. Can I tell you somethin’?” You nodded. “When they said there was only one survivor, I was hoping it was you. Not that I wanted everyone to die, I just… I couldn’t take seeing you, dead, because you don’t deserve that. And I didn’t want to not get the chance to tell you how I feel about you. Even if it is kinda stupid.”

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t see very much in the darkness of the room, since the credits were playing, but you could see a faint look of something in his eyes that reminded you of home.

“I mean I care about you. More than I should. It’s dangerous, I know that. It can get you killed, I know that. I don’t expect anything in return, especially not from you, but… I really like you. You’re smart and funny and you’re so good at what you do, even when it doesn’t look like it.”

You sat up, throwing the blanket aside, and walked over to him. You were so close to him that you could smell his breath. Cookies. You wrapped your arms around him, nearly bursting into tears because of the sheer amount of time you’d gone without anyone saying they cared about you. You were happy because somebody cared about you this much.

“I like you too,” you said. He hugged you tightly, so tightly that you thought you might burst even though you had the same amount of strength as he did. He rubbed your back up and down for a minute, sighing against you, and ran a hand through your hair.

“I’m not worth cryin’ over, doll,” he pointed out.

“I’m a crybaby.” He laughed softly. It was as warm and comforting and safe as the chocolate chip cookies you’d made. You finally let him go, even though it was only to cuddle up against him. You offered some of the blanket to him and he took it, leaning down. He eventually moved until you were right beside him, holding you so you wouldn’t fall off the couch.

“So what do you say we get some coffee tomorrow morning?” He asked.

“I’d like that.”

“Good.” You must have fallen asleep with him, because you woke up the next morning in the same place, muscles sore, and the blanket had been kicked off of you. He woke up at the same time and just smiled down at you.

“I should probably go take a shower. If you still want coffee, that is,” you said.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you back here in an hour.” You pulled yourself away from him, standing up, and sighed. “I’ll put the cookies up, don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you,” you responded. He smiled at you and started cleaning up the couch area. You walked into the hallway, about to head to your room, but lo and behold, Wanda was standing there with a grin on her face. “What?”

“You spent the night with Steve. Didn’t you?” She asked.

“Not like that. We just both fell asleep. And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get ready for our date.”

“You’re dating?”

“Shh, not yet, just… We talked most of the night.” She smiled.

“He’ll be good for you.” You scoffed and typed the code into the pad to get into your room. Once you did a fingerprint scan, the door flew open. You certainly hoped he would be good for you, because last night was the first time you’d slept in what felt like forever. He was a better lullaby than the chocolate chip cookies, that was for sure.

A/N: I hope you like this! I loved writing it.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff

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nerdypinupcrystal · 6 years ago

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Every Breath You Take Chapter 7: Reach Out, I’ll Be There

Hiiii guys! Sorry for the long ass wait! School was kicking my ass, but I’m on summer break for a month now so YAY! And I’m back with a nice long chapter for you and man are you guys in for a ride! Btw thank you @hufflebucky for the beautiful moodboard! I love it so much! And thank you @probably-a-velociraptor for the certain line you mentioned in your ask that I just had to put in here! You know which one I’m talking about ;) Without further delay....enjoy!

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Chapter 7: Reach Out, I’ll Be There

The men of Nelson & Murdock were both on missions today. While Matt was following Iris to make sure she was safe, Foggy took that opportunity to stop by Sweet Heaven to see a certain stunning brunette he might or might not have already told his mom about.

Foggy Nelson has done his fair share of chasing after women he was attracted to throughout his life, though admittedly not all of those times were successful since beautiful women seemed to flock towards Matt instead. But the moment he laid eyes on Lucy Addams, all those memories of women he chased in the past had erased from his mind. He only had eyes for Lucy, and it appeared the feeling was mutual.

He couldn’t even begin to explain this feeling he had in his heart that was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. Why so sudden for someone he just met? Love at first sight couldn’t possibly exist, right? And with that, Foggy’s heart argued, Why the hell not? Would that really be so wrong?

Whether or not it was love or just attraction, Foggy was determined to get to know the dark haired goddess who runs the adorable bakery that’s quickly becoming his favorite spot.

Which has lead to the present moment where Foggy was currently standing outside of the bakery, seeing the woman of his dreams handing out cupcakes to a couple of excited little kids while their parents paid. Seeing her interact with the kids with a genuine glowing smile on her face made the butterflies in Foggy’s stomach flutter like crazy.

As if feeling his eyes on her, Lucy’s eyes shifted until they met his through the window. Her grey eyes brightened to greyish blue as she brightly grinned at him and waved for him to come in. Foggy couldn’t contain the grin on his face that shined brighter than the sun as his cheeks flushed into a rosy pink. Foggy quickly pulled out his phone to leave Matt a message telling him to meet him at the bakery to talk about a potential client instead of the office. He smoothed back his hair and straightened his tie before entering the bakery to see about a girl.

2 Hours Later

The bakery was empty aside from Foggy and Lucy currently occupying one of the small tables. There laid two half empty porcelain mugs of coffee and hot chocolate as well as an array of different pastries and cakes for Foggy to “sample”, only for him to split between them, always giving Lucy the bigger half.

But those desserts were ignored as the two occupants only had their attention focused on each other, the song “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” by Frankie Valli playing appropriately in the background.

“What’s your favorite show?” Lucy asked with eager curiosity as she leaned closer to him with a dreamy gaze in her eyes.

Without missing a beat, Foggy replied “I Love Lucy.” It took him a second to snap out of his daze to realize how that might sound. “I mean, not because it’s your name,” he cleared his throat, his face flushing tomato red. “It’s just a great show! My mom had me watch it with her growing up, you’d love her by the way, I already told her about you- I mean, it’s a funny show!” Foggy was trying so hard to save face, he didn’t realize he was babbling.

The melodic sound of Lucy’s giggles stopped him from babbling any further. Foggy felt incredibly embarrassed by his word vomit, but all Lucy did was smile.

“You’re really cute when you get all flustered.” She told him, causing him to blush even harder. “And I love that show. She’s hilarious! And by the way…” She trailed off as she leaned toward him even closer. “I would love to meet your mother, since she’s raised such a fine young man.” She gave a flirtatious wink.

I love you baby And if it's quite alright I need you baby To warm the lonely nights I love you baby Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby Don't bring me down I pray Oh pretty baby Now that I've found you stay And let me love you, baby Let me love you

Foggy’s heart raced as the song declared everything he was already dying to say. He took a big gulp of his warm coffee before quickly asking her, “So what’s your favorite show?”

“The Addams Family.” Lucy replied with a smile.

“Really?” Foggy asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

She gingerly nodded. “Yep! I’ve always loved the dark, creepy and kooky stuff. And since my last name also happens to be Addams, I always imagined that I was related to them.” Lucy’s cheeks turned into a light rosy pink. “I love The Munsters too, but Addams Family has always had a special place in my heart.” Lucy’s eyes locked with Foggy as she reached for his hand before she continued, “Plus, I’ve always dreamed of having a love like Gomez and Morticia.”

Oh god, me too. Please let me be your Gomez! Foggy thought.

Before he could respond, however, the bell rang as the door opened. Foggy turned to see who rudely interrupted his time with Lucy, only to see Matt enter the bakery.

“Matt, so nice of you to join us.” Foggy greeted, his mood dampening slightly.

“Don’t sound too excited to see me, Foggy.” Matt sarcastically replied as he took the seat Lucy led him to at their table.

Foggy could see how visibly tense his friend was as he took a good look at him. His body was straight and tiff from tension, his fists tightening then loosening up. Foggy looked closer at Matt’s fists, noticing the knuckles were red with angry scrapes from punching something...or someone.

“Holy shit, Matt! Did you get in a fight?” Foggy exclaimed in concern. Lucy saw Matt’s fists and rushed to the back room.

“No, I didn’t get in a fight.” Matt replied through clenched teeth. “I just needed to blow off some steam, and the punching bag was the best option.”

“Well I’m glad it’s just a punching bag and not a person.” Lucy said as she returned to the table with a first aid kit. “It’s a little too early in the day for you to be doing your Daredevil thing.”

Matt’s stomach dropped at Lucy’s words. His fists clenched even tighter as he addressed his best friend. “Foggy?”

“What?” Foggy shrugged defensively. “I can’t start a relationship based on lies! Besides, she’s cool. We can trust her.”

“What the fuck, Foggy?!” Matt snapped, thankful that the bakery was still empty. “You told a dangerous secret to some woman you just met?!” Lucy’s grip tightened on Matt’s hand as she continued treating it. “No offense, Lucy.” He muttered apologetically.

Foggy, on the other hand, took great offense to Matt. “First of all, watch your language in front of this beautiful lady,” He angrily pointed out. “Second, we may have ‘just met’, but I’ve already named our future children! And I know for a fact that Foggy Jr. and Lucy Jr. would appreciate total honesty in this family!” He finished with a pound of his fist atop the table.

The bakery went silent. Matt’s lips twitched while he tried to keep his angered expression. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t meant to last as he let out and amused snort.

Lucy didn’t bother hiding her giggles, she found the blonde teddy bear so adorable and endearing.

Foggy looked confused as to what was so funny. “What?”

Matt couldn’t hold it in anymore, he let out a belly laugh, “Foggy, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.”

Foggy still looked clueless until Lucy leaned her head on his shoulder affectionately, still giggling, “Foggy, you are too precious for words, but let’s hold off on baby names until we’ve had our first date at least.” She finishes with a kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush into a bright tomato.

Before Foggy could think of how to respond, the bell chimed as a few customers entered the bakery. Lucy quickly rose from her seat to assist the customers, her fingers softly grazed through Foggy’s blonde hair as she passed by.

Matt smiled, knowing his best friend kept his “heart eyes” (as Iris called them) on the enchanting baker that’s captured his heart.

“You must really like her a lot if you trust her with this kind of information.” Matt spoke quietly, sounding more calm and understanding.

Foggy’s eyes turned downcast in guilt before facing Matt again. “I’m really sorry, Matt. You know I wouldn’t announce it to the world, or tell just anyone.”

He paused to gaze at Lucy, who was chatting with a middle aged couple while showing them her delicious creations. He felt his heart practically dancing when her eyes shifted towards him and she gave a blushing radiant smile.

“I’m in love with her.” Foggy continued softly, not realizing he voiced his feelings out loud; his eyes still on Lucy. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, man. I know it’s crazy and it’s sudden, I mean we’d only met yesterday! But the moment I saw her, it just hit me like I got punched with lightning or something. I know this feeling I have is real. I mean, sometimes you just know as soon as it hits you, you know?”

“Yeah.” Matt softly replied in complete understanding. “I know exactly how you feel.”

Foggy’s eyes widened as he snapped out of his love daze. “Oh shit, how is Iris? Is she okay?!” Foggy didn’t notice his voice had raised in alarm, catching the attention of the two remaining customers in the bakery.

“I would also like to know how Iris is doing, Matt.” Lucy chimed in as she walked towards the middle aged couple to deliver their treats.

Matt hesitated, “It’s...a little personal. Actually it’s extremely personal...and..disturbing.” He finished with a strained angry grimace.

Foggy’s eyes narrowed in concern as he leaned towards his friend. “What’s wrong? She is in trouble, isn’t she?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

Lucy rushed to their table and yanked back the chair next to Foggy to take a seat. “What’s going on with my best friend, Matt?” She asked, sounding more serious and intimidating than either of the two men have heard yet.

Matt, while touched by their concern, was still hesitant. “I don’t know if I should really say. It’s bad enough that I know when she hasn’t actually told me herself. It’s..” Matt felt his throat tighten and his eyes dampen at how painful it was to hear everything Iris had said. “It’s horrible.”

Foggy and Lucy stiffened at Matt’s words, trying to imagine what it was that Matt knew.

“Matt, we care about Iris, too.” Lucy replied.

Foggy fervently agreed. “Seriously, man. I’ve only known Iris for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself!”

Foggy didn’t realize how loud his voice carried until he heard how silent the bakery got. The middle aged couple clearly heard Foggy’s passionate statement, because without a second thought, they jumped out of their seats and bolted out the door.

Matt, Foggy and Lucy were alone once more.

Foggy bashfully asked, ��Do you think they heard me?”

Matt’s eyebrows raised in perplexity while Lucy let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, sweetie. I think they did.” She said with a pat on his head.

Foggy shrugged, “Well, I said what I said. But that’s not important right now.” He leaned towards Matt once more. “Please tell us. We want to help Iris, too.”

Matt sat quietly, contemplating his decision before faintly replying, “Okay.”

Iris

Claire’s impromptu checkup was relatively quick and painless. I cringed at her sympathetic gaze as she examined all the bruises and scars on my body, I felt embarrassed that she saw the extent of what he had done to me. She was considerate enough to not dwell on it, for now anyway. She did, however, diagnose the bruised ribs I didn’t realize I had. That explains why that hideous bruise on my torso hasn’t healed yet. Unfortunately, nothing can be done about that, except to take it easy and let it heal naturally, which will apparently take six weeks at the most.

After the exam was over, Claire gave me a prescription for some pain relief and antibiotics, as well as demanding I get some sleep.

After promising Claire I would rest on the condition that she stopped by the bakery for any treat on the house, I hugged her goodbye and exited the hospital.

I still wasn’t ready to go home yet. Not only out of fear of the lingering nightmares, but also out of fear of facing Matt. Despite Claire’s reassuring words, I still felt doubtful about whether or not he’ll want anything to do with me. I still can’t get over the crushed look on his face when I walked away from him. But maybe Claire’s right. I should just swallow my pride and talk to him. I owe him that much.

I snapped out of my inner thoughts and paused in my aimless wandering when I heard music in the air. I turned to the right of me, in the direction the music came from, and saw the tall building with the red neon sign in the shape of a guitar that read Guitar Center.

My fingers twitched with an aching need that I’ve repressed for far too long, my feet made the decision for me and led me inside the music store.

A wave of euphoria flowed through me as I took in the view of various instruments as far as the eye can see. The sound of live instruments playing sounding more and more prominent.

I walked further into the store towards the music until I found a small group of three guys and a young woman just lounging around. They all had a unique style, mix of rock & roll edge with a wild and colorful bohemian flair. The choices of instruments were oddly mismatched. The woman, who had a rockabilly style black and pink polka dot wiggle dress, was on her feet playing an upright bass, one guy was playing the violin, the second was playing an acoustic guitar, and the third guy sat on the floor playing a tambourine with drum sticks like it was a mini drum set. This was such an odd and fascinating mix of musicians, I couldn’t help but be drawn to them.

My eyes drifted past them and landed on a beautiful red upright piano. My fingers twitched with the urge to play. Should I? It’s been so long since I’ve touched a piano, I was afraid that I would be so rusty that I really would sound as mediocre as he always said I did.

Well He was an asshole who didn’t want you to enjoy anything that didn’t involve him. Play the damn piano. It’s been too long since we’ve done anything we were passionate about. We deserve this. You deserve this!

My feet obeyed my thoughts quicker than I did as I now found myself seated in front of the piano. I barely noticed the quirky musicians go quiet next to me, all I could really hear was my heartbeat thumping in my ears. My hands trembled as I delicately caressed the keys, saying hello to an old friend.

Without any more hesitation, my muscle memory kicked in as I played the beginning notes of the first song my mom taught me. I started slowly at first, then my fingers sped up as the song began to build up. I could faintly hear the jingles of the tambourine, and it was quickly followed by the instruments of the musicians next to me. One of the musicians started singing, the lyrics confirming that they were playing my song alongside me.

She comes in colors everywhere

She combs her hair

She's like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

I looked over my shoulder towards the quirky group. The man with the guitar, who had his long hair tied back and wore a red Hawaiian shirt with black jean, met my eyes and nodded with a smile, signaling me to continue playing.

My heart was dancing as I played on, my confidence growing more and more. I didn’t even bother holding back the beaming smile from my face, as I played the music box-sounding notes on the keys. My eyes began to mist from the pure joy of doing something I thought I’d never be allowed to do again. I continued playing, with an energy and passion that have waited years to be reawakened.

Have you seen her dressed in blue?

See the sky in front of you

And her face is like a sail

Speck of white so fair and pale

Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colors everywhere

She combs her hair

She's like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

Oh how I wish Mom was here with me, she would’ve loved to hear me play her favorite song again.

Have you seen her all in gold?

Like a queen in days of old

She shoots colors all around

Like a sunset going down

Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colors everywhere

She combs her hair

She's like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

I wish Matt was here too. Would he like hearing me play? Would he say he loved it? Would he ask me to play more? Would he want to sit beside me as I played? Oh how I wished I knew for sure.

She's like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

The room went quiet as the final notes faded in the air. The quiet didn’t last long, though, as a few patrons of the store had started applauding; I didn’t even realize we had actually drawn an audience. My face heated up, my cheeks flushed bright red amongst my pale skin. It’s been so long since I’ve played in front of everyone, I forgot how amazing it felt to get a positive response.

The musicians that accompanied me nodded with approval at me, and that simple gesture warmed my heart with a sense of belonging.

The tambourine man, who wore heavy eyeliner and a wildly colorful abstract shirt with leather pants, stood up to sit next to me on the bench and eagerly asked, “Play us another song, darling?”

I hesitated for a second, not used to getting such a request. “I’m not sure what you would like to hear.” I replied meekly.

“Anything you want.” The violinist replied. He wore black and white striped pants with a fitted pink and blue paisley buttoned shirt topped with a black bow tie and a black vest. “Just start playing and we’ll follow along.”

My brows furrowed in concern, “What if you don’t know the song?”

“We don’t need to,” The guitarist spoke up. “We just let the music guide us through.”

The pinup bassist sweetly chimed in, “That’s how we always play, so don’t even worry about that, dollface. Play us something.”

I took a second to think over what other songs I knew before I started playing with my musical acquaintances for the next couple of hours.

After we were done playing together in the music store, my new friends dragged me along with them to an indie record store that also had a small cafe inside.

I easily lost track of time, I was too caught up in my new friends; the sun had already set by the time we had all parted ways. I left the record store with a bag full of new CDs, a chocolate chip muffin for the walk home, four new phone numbers added on my phone, and a smile of contentment on my face.

Claire was right. I wasn’t alone in this anymore. I don’t have to be.

My thoughts drifted back to Matt. The thought of telling him the truth terrified me still. I want so badly to let him in, but I can’t help but let that shred of doubt nudge it’s way into my mind.

Can he accept me completely? Will he judge me for what I’ve done? Will he hate me for lying? Or will he still want to help me?

I was too lost in my thoughts, I wasn’t alert enough to notice I was being watched, and also being followed.

I felt a hand grab my arm in a painful grip as I was yanked into a dark alley, a second hand covered my mouth before I had a chance to scream for help.

Oh god. He found me! How the hell did he find me?! He’s gonna kill me before I can even tell Matt how sorry I am. I didn’t even get to see Mom. I wish I had actually spoken to her-

My thoughts were cut off when an unfamiliar voice growled from my captor. “Give me your money now, and you won’t get hurt.”

Oh thank god, it’s only a mugger! My body sagged in relief.

The man then held a knife against my throat, causing me to stiffen up again. Oh shit, it’s a mugger!

I started to panic as I struggled to get out of his grasp, biting hard into his hand in the process.

The mugger growled in anger as he moved his now free hand into my hair, yanking it to the point where I feared it would be pulled out of my scalp.

“You fuckin bitch!” He sneered as he shoved my face against the wall.

I was hyperventilating at this point, unable to hold back the tears that flowed down my face. “Please let me go! I don’t have any money!” I pleaded desperately.

The mugger then pressed himself against my back, pressing his groin into my back.

“Then I’m just gonna have to get something else from you, huh?” He replied as he licked my ear, my body shivered in fear and disgust.

Then suddenly the pressure from his body was lifted abruptly as he was pulled off me and thrown against the wall.

I quickly turned around and was staring in stunned silence as I saw my mugger getting his ass handed to him by a mysterious man dressed in head to toe black. The man in black moved with speed and grace as he punched and kicked the mugger around like a ninja. The mugger tried to get some hits in, but he never stood a chance. The man in black hurled him against the wall, landing a foot away from me.

I shrieked in surprise as the mugger grabbed my ankle. I kicked and stomped repeatedly on his wrist, but he wouldn’t budge. The man in black rushed to my aid and pulled the mugger away from me. He let out a growl of anger as he threw him against the opposite wall.

“Keep your hands off of her!” The man in black threatened, his voice low and deep with rage, sending thrilling shivers down my spine.

He knocked the mugger out with one last anger-fueled punch, causing said mugger to collapse like a jenga tower. He squatted down towards the mugger and proceeded to restrain his hands and feet, causing the mugger to start twitching back into consciousness, prompting the man in black to deliver one more knockout punch to the face.

My breathing slowed down as he stood up and turned to face me. My heart started to beat faster as he started walking tentatively towards me. I took in his full appearance before me. He stood almost a foot taller than me, his fitted black outfit did nothing to hide his muscular build that my eyes struggled to stray from. The top half of his face was covered by the thick black fabric that tied around his head, leaving the bottom half visible; which of course drew my attention to those perfect full lips of his.

Perfect full lips that started speaking.

“Are you okay?” His deep voice was gentle with concern.

I shakily nodded, taking a deep breath as I replied. “I am, thanks to you.”

He tilted his head as his hand reached toward the side of my face that had been shoved against the wall. Even though his hand was gloved in thick material, my cheek came alive with a spark of electricity at his gentle touch.

“Are you hurt?” He asked with genuine concern.

My heart skipped a beat as his kindness reminded me of a certain neighbor, causing my eyes to water. “No, I’m fine.” I replied.

His head tilted once more as he asked with uncertainty. “Are you sure? He made you hit that wall pretty hard.” His thumb gave gentle feather light caresses across my newly bruised cheek.

I gave a shrug and replied tensely, “I’ve had worse.”

His whole body stiffened at my answer, he was close enough for me to hear him grind his teeth. I could just barely hear him mutter angrily under his breath, “I know.”

My brows wrinkled in confusion at what he could have meant by that. Before I could question him, though, he slowly began to step away from me, his lingering fingers grazing my cheek until he dropped his hand completely.

“You should go home.” He declared when he stood an extra couple feet away from me. “And be careful. The city’s dangerous at this time of night.”

“Okay.” I readily agreed. He started to turn around to walk away, prompting me to call out, “Hey!”

He abruptly stopped in his tracks, tilting his head once more to patiently listen.

“Thank you. You saved my life.” I finished, my voice heavy with gratitude.

I could just barely see the side of his mouth rise into a small smile as he replied, “You’re welcome. Please be safe.”

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows. I didn’t waste another second to bolt out of the alley and rush home.

I finally made it back to the familiar apartment building and didn’t stop running until I made it safely inside the elevator. Now that I had stopped and taken a breath, I began to feel the lead weight my legs had become; along with the exhaustion from lack of sleep and the series of events from this long day hitting me all at once. I definitely needed to go to sleep.

I got off the elevator on my floor and tiredly stumbled to my door. Before I unlocked it, I turned my attention towards Matt’s apartment. My run in with the mugger gave me a serious wake up call. I can’t keep wasting time being miserable and alone like this. I need to talk to Matt and tell him the truth, or forever wish I did. But not tonight. Not when I already felt dead on my feet. Tomorrow. I’ll tell him first thing tomorrow.

With my decision set in my mind, I entered my apartment and locked the door before I stumbled to my bed and finally succumbed to sleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling far more rested than the day before. I slept so heavily, I couldn’t even remember if I dreamed, much to my relief. I got up to brush my teeth and get dressed for the day, but not before texting Lucy to let her know I needed an extra day off, which she happily replied was no problem at all.

I could feel my stomach twist and tangle in anxiety at how this conversation with Matt can possibly turn out; I was ready to throw up. I was determined, but still terrified to tell him everything. I hate how scared I am about this. Matt has been nothing but sweet to me, I should feel comfortable enough to talk to him. But with the way I’ve acted towards him, and the weight of my secret, will he even want anything to do with me again?

My thoughts were interrupted by music playing muffled through the wall connecting my apartment to Matt’s. It was the beginning notes to The Four Tops’ “Reach Out I’ll Be There”, as if he knew what was going through my mind

Now if you feel that you can't go on (can't go on)

Because all of your hope is gone (all your hope is gone)

And your life is filled with much confusion (much confusion)

Until happiness is just an illusion (happiness is just an illusion)

And your world around is crumbling down, darlin'

(Reach out) Come on girl reach on out for me

(Reach out) Reach out for me

Hah, I'll be there with a love that will shelter you

I'll be there with a love that will see you through

My eye started tearing up again as I paid attention to the lyrics. Was Matt trying to tell me something through this song, or am I just reading too much into it?

When you feel lost and about to give up (to give up)

'Cause your best just ain't good enough (just ain't good enough)

And your feel the world has grown cold (has grown cold)

And your drifting out all on your own (drifting out on your own)

And you need a hand to hold, darlin'

(Reach out) Come on girl, reach out for me

(Reach out) Reach out for me

Hah, I'll be there to love and comfort you

And I'll be there to cherish and care for you

(I'll be there to always see you through)

(I'll be there to love and comfort you)

My heart was beating uncontrollably, my skin riddled with goosebumps. Matt doesn’t usually play music out loud, and now he plays this song. He was definitely telling me something, and the song couldn’t spell it out anymore clearly.

I can tell the way you hang your head (hang your head)

You're not in love now, now you're afraid (you're afraid)

And through your tears you look around (look around)

But there's no peace of mind to be found (no peace of mind to be found)

I know what your thinking

You're a loner, no love of your own, but darling

(Reach out) Come on girl reach out for me

Reach out, just look over your shoulder

I'll be there to give you all the love you need

And I'll be there you can always depend on me

I'll be there

Don’t worry

More determined than ever, I finished getting dressed and bolted out the door, and walked straight to Matt’s door.

My palms began to sweat, but I forced myself to stay strong as I rose my hand up and knocked on the door. The footsteps I could hear coming towards the other side of the door matched the heavy heartbeat within my chest. The door opened revealing Matt, dressed in grey sweatpants with the ends tucked into his grey tube socks, a navy blue hoodie zipped up but revealing a peak of a white t-shirt, his hair combed back and slightly wet from the shower he must’ve just taken; and for the first time since I’ve met him, his eyes were free of his usual red sunglasses, revealing his deep soulful brown eyes. He looked more beautiful than ever, and it simply took my breath away.

“Hi, Matt.” I spoke before I lost my nerve, keeping my focus on the task at hand.

Matt’s perfect lips rose in a soft and sweet smile. “Hi, Iris. Are you okay?” He asked, being the sweet gentleman he is.

“Yeah, I’m-” I started to automatically say before I cut myself off. Honesty. I have to start with honesty. I took a deep breath before I continued meekly, “No. I’m actually not okay. I haven’t been for a long time.”

Matt frowned in concern and sympathy. I spoke up once more, “That’s actually why I came to see you. Can we talk? I mean, if I’m not taking up your time of course. I can always come back later if this isn’t a good time.”

Matt rushed to respond before I considered backing off, “You’re not taking up my time, I’d love to talk to you. Please come in.” He opened his door wider to welcome me inside.

I stepped inside the apartment for the first time and noticed the space was almost identical to mine in terms of size, minimal amount of furniture as well.

“Would you like anything to drink?” Matt asked, being a gracious host. “I don’t have much except for beer and water, or I can make some coffee if you’d like.”

I shook my head with a smile, “No thank you, I’m fine.”

He then directed me towards the couch in the center of the room and took a seat with enough space apart to face each other. My hands started shaking as I tried to figure out what to say first. I decided the best to start with was an apology.

“I’m sorry.” I began as I shifted to face him. “For yesterday. The way I acted was inexcusable.”

Matt shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize, Iris.”

I fervently replied, “Yes I do. You’ve been nothing but kind and gentle to me, and I’ve been so terrible in comparison. You were so concerned about me and wanted to help me, and I repaid you by pushing you away and being so rude to you. You deserved better than that, and I’m so sorry, I’d understand if you didn’t want anything to do with me ever again. I wouldn’t want anything to do with me either-”

“Iris, stop.” He cut me off as he grabbed my hands in comfort. “I hate hearing you degrade yourself like that. You’re not a bad person. You’re a sweet and wonderful person, who has clearly been through something painful. And as long as you’ll let me, I’d really like to stay by your side more and help you in any way I can.”

My fingers gripped tightly to his hands, my eyes powerless to keep the oncoming tears at bay.

I took another deep breath before I finally got to the point. “You were right.” I started. “I am in trouble. I did go through something painful. I…”

Matt squeezed my hands slightly tighter in reassurance. “It’s okay, you can tell me.” He spoke with the utmost gentleness.

I used that bit of encouragement to finally reach the point of no return.

“His name is Paul.” Matt cocked his head in curiosity before I continued.

“My husband.” There it is. No turning back now. “He was hurting me. All the time.” My throat began to tighten at the memories. “At first he was so charming, sweet, loving. I thought he was so handsome and mysterious. He swept me off my feet instantly. Always doting on me, gave me gifts. I never really cared that he had money though, I just cared that he made me feel so loved, like I was all that mattered. When Mom had her stroke, I was devastated. It was just her and me, she was the only family I had left and I didn’t know how to take care of her. I was 20 years old, working minimum wage, I had no idea what to do. And Paul came in like a knight in shining armor. He paid for Mom to stay in one of the best nursing homes, he proposed to me and promised to move her in with us and provide a nurse to help me take care of her. He promised to make me so happy and loved.” I let out a scoff at my naïveté from back then. “I believed him of course. I married him in this big, expensive, show off ceremony he insisted we had to have. I was so in love and stupidly happy. I thought, ‘Life couldn’t possibly get any more perfect.’ And it didn’t.”

I looked away from Matt with a frown as I delved even further into the worst years of my life. “As soon as we came back from our honeymoon, everything changed. He had little obsessive compulsive quirks I didn’t know about before. The towels always had to hang perfectly neat and even on the rack. The cans in the cupboard had to be stacked neatly with the labels facing out. The house had to be completely spotless. The table had to be set appropriately. I learned the hard way how much he hated rules being forgotten.”

Matt’s body tensed up and his hands started shaking over mine. I continued further. “You could probably guess that he never followed through on his promise to move my mom in with us. His reasoning was that he loved me so much that he wanted to keep me all for himself.” I shook my head in disgust. “That’s also the reason we never had kids. He hates kids and hates the idea of someone stealing my attention away from him even worse. He got a vasectomy a month before we got married.” I cleared my throat to swallow down the lump of tears in my throat. “He took away my mom, my chance of being a mom, my music, my spirit. It didn’t take much to set him off and punish me as he saw fit. I was dying in there. He had been killing me slowly for three years.”

Matt’s voice cracked as he finally spoke up. “Oh god Iris, I’m so sorry.” He shifted a hand to intertwine our fingers together. “How did you get out of there?”

I knew he would ask me that. This was the part I dreaded. “I tried calling the police. A lawyer too. They were no help whatsoever. The best they offered was a restraining order. As if that would keep him away. I realized the only one who could help me was me. So I made the necessary arrangements I needed to make, and I escaped.”

Matt looked skeptical like he knew I wasn’t elaborating enough. “Is he looking for you?”

I shook my head, “No. He couldn’t possibly be looking for me. He has no idea what I did.”

His face scrunched in confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. How could he not be looking for you? How could he not know you left?”

My heart was beating rapidly as I took a deeper breath and replied.

“Because he thinks I’m dead.”

A/N: Annnnd that’s chapter 7! Chapter 8 will come A LOT SOONER this time around and it’s gonna be a flashback chapter. It’s gonna be rough, so be ready. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, I hope it was worth the wait. PLEASE comment what you thought of the chapter and reblog, be sure to follow me and hit me up if you wanna get on the taglist. Thanks for your patience, I love you all! Until next time...*kiss noise*

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Necrokitty Tales: Trouble in Inkwell Isle (Chapter 25)

Authors’ note: Necrida’s writing will be in italics and SPKC’s writing with be regular font.If you have no idea what this roleplaying thing is, you can start from the beginning here.

This has some nsfw bits! ———————————————————————————

Hilda was sitting in the projection room, over some blankets and pillows. In front of her was Cagney smiling at her, and between them, a wonderful cake lit with candles.

“Is this what you want?” Cagney said to her, holding her hand. She didn’t understand his question but before she could say anything, everything turned dark and lit up again. This time they were sitting at the club. People around them were blurry. Cagney gently took her to the dance floor and danced slowly with her, keeping her very close to him.

“Is this what you want?” He asked again sweetly. Hilda looked at him confused.

“I… I don’t kn~.” Cagney pinned her down on a soft bed. She gasped in surprise as she felt him rubbing against her body.

“Is this what you want?” He asked again, grinning and with lust in his eyes. Hilda’s back arched as she felt him penetrate her roughly and released a moan of both pain and pleasure.

“Wh- what do YOU want?” She managed to say between the hard thrusts Cagney was inflicting upon her.

The flower started to pull vines around the bed and started to entangle around Hilda’s body. She felt the vines getting tighter on her chest. She started to suffocate. She couldn’t speak or yell.

Cagney transformed into a terrifying mix of his monstrous self and the crystal dragon. He came face to face to her, and with a deep horrifying voice, he whispered.

“I don’t want to see you again.”

The need for air woke Hilda from her nightmare with a startled shriek. She remained still in her bed, laying on her side for a moment, recovering her breath. She felt something tight in her chest. She look down to see Beppi’s arm wrapped around her - the clown was spooning her.

She looked horrified at him, as he slept sweetly with a teddy bear between them, sucking his thumb. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” She yelled, violently pushing the clown off the bed.

“Miss Beeerg!?” She heard a child’s voice calling her. “Mis Beerg! You ok?” She recognized it was Mina. She must have seen the mess at the observatory.

Beppi hit the ground with a thud and a whine. “Honey, not now, I have a headache,” He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, still hugging the teddy bear in his other hand. He looked to see an irritated, yet distracted Hilda and sidled back up to her. “Looks like you woke up the kids,” he teased. He patted her on head. “Don’t worry, I’ll go get it for you!”

Beppi planted an overdramatic kiss to her cheek before hopping off the bed and running to open the door first before the zeppelin woman could recover.

Hilda stayed on her bed, unbelieving the clown’s boldness to treat her like that. This was already turning out to be a horrible day.

—

Mina and Harvey knocked a few more times, paying attention to any sound that came from inside the house.

“You think she’s ok?” The little bat asked worried. They had seen the damage from the observatory from a far and she was understandably worried about the woman.

“She’s really tough,” Harvey pointed out, “for all we know she might actually be the one who broke the roof. She’s done it before.”

The door swung open and Beppi stood there, manic grin already on his face. “Hello there, children!!!” He exclaimed grabbing the two kids and dragging them inside. “I’m about to make pancakes!”

The kids yelled, terrified and tried to escape the clown’s grip. Hilda was alarmed by the shouting and ran down stairs. “Beppi! What the hell are you doing!?”

“He’s gonna kill us!” Mina yelled, clawing at the clown.

Beppi plopped the children at the table. “I’m making pancakes!”

Harvey panickedly looked toward the kitchen. “Made with flour and not children, right?”

“Wellllll I do have a special ingredient that I like to put in the batter. It makes the children really scream.” The horrified faces of the kids left him delighted. “It’s chocolate chips,” he added with a wink.

“Sorry about Beppi,” Hilda started to prepare some tea. “He can be a bit… intense.”

The kids exchanged confused looks but remained at the table. “If you’re not here to kill us… what are you doing here? Did you destroy the observatory too?“ The little b-cat asked the clown, still a bit scared.

Beppi had started making pancakes as Hilda apologized. But at the little bat’s question, he started to giggle again.

"No, no. Hilda and I just had a sleepover is all. I’m here dragon hunting!” He explained.

Harvey paled. “You’re not hunting Grim, right?”

“Nah, that would be too easy. I’m hunting the dragon from the other night. The one you blew up with a churro.”

Harvey gasped. “You mean it is still around?”

Beppi finished making the pancakes in the shape of circus animals and plopped them on the table. “Well not now, but Cagn-eh, I’ve got good knowledge that it might be lurking around this isle.”

Hilda’s eyes twitched at the comment of the clown. Harvey would certainly tell his mom all this, and it would be a matter of hours before the whole isles knew about Beppi’s sleepover.

"Heheh! Yeah! Eh… don’t tell anyone though. It’s a secret mission!” She tried to persuade the kids, serving them more pancakes onto their plates. “If the dragon finds out there’s a hunter hiding in here, he won’t come back at all!”

“Ficrwept mifion!” Mina said with her mouth already full of pancakes. She swallowed with a noisy gulp. “How can we help?!” She said, excited. This would be a great chapter in her adventure journal.

Beppi whistled. “Wellllll, it’d be nice if we could get Hilda’s tower rebuilt so I could have a higher spot for looking out…but I’d also settle for both of you two keeping a lookout if you see something weird.”

Mina looked at the pancakes and an idea popped in her head.

“We can sell cookies! Like the girl scouts.” She said excited, looking at Harvey for his approval.

Harvey’s ears perked up. “Yeah! We can use my mom’s kitchen and we can go set up in places with a lot of people.”

Beppi waved his hand. “Feel free to use the circus. I’m sure they’ve swept up all the glass by this point.”

Mina yelled of happiness and excitement. “We will make money in no time! But we’re going to need help. We should call Spike!”

While the kids talked, Hilda sipped her tea, thinking that it was actually a good idea. Maybe she should talk to the school principal and make a whole event out of it.

Harvey nodded excitedly. “This is a really good idea!” Hopefully Spike wouldn’t try to bully them but it seemed for now there was at least an okay truce between them.

After eating a bunch of pancakes, the kids decided it was time to leave.

“The sooner we start baking, the sooner we’ll get the money! Don’t worry, Miss Berg! We will help you rebuild your observatory!” Mina said, walking towards the door and waving goodbye.

The sky witch’s heart melted at the kids’ enthusiasm to help her out. Maybe she wouldn’t have to leave after all. “Thank you, kids. I’ll take all the help I can get.”

The kids left in a hurry, heading to Spike’s house.

Hilda eyed one of the pancakes and tried one. “Hmm! This is pretty good, Beppi! I didn’t expect you to know how to do anything else but hotdogs and popcorn.”

Beppi nudged her. “My speciality is my hotdog cotton candy pancakes!” He cracked his fingers. “So what’s on the agenda for you today, Miss Berg?”

The woman made a disgusted face at the clown. “For today, I need to call someone to clear the debris, I got to talk to the mayor see if I can get some money for repairs. That baking thing might be a good idea, I may talk to the school see if we can organize something with all the kids.” She served herself a bit more tea. “What about you?”

Beppi slapped her on the back as she attempted to sip more tea. “Say, that’s exactly what I was going to do! Why don’t we go together?” He started to pick up pancakes and shove them in his pockets. “You should definitely wear that ring though. I don’t want to get smushed by an anvil because I’m walking with you!”

Beppi made her spill some of her tea. “What!? Don’t you have a dragon to catch?” She said frowning at him cleaning the spill.

Beppi threw his hands in the air. “Do you really think I’d be able to catch it if I saw one without you? I can’t exactly float very fast, you know.” The clown made sure to be even more overdramatic than necessary. Cagney did not want her out of his sight. And the last thing the clown wanted to deal with was an angry daisy AND an angry genie.

Just one of them was hard enough.

Plus, he thought as he eyed Hilda’s legs as she bent over to clean the tea spill, she wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. Since Bon Bon wasn’t working out, it wouldn’t hurt to try things with Hilda.

He had a thing for deadly women.

Hilda knew it was pointless to argue with him. He always got what he wanted, so she might as well play along. She finished cleaning and went up stairs. “I’m gonna get ready, don’t come up here.” She said, giving him a threatening look.

—-

On their way to Spike’s, Mina took the chance to explain Harvey what happened to her and Spike when they were in front of the magic mirror with the large dog that tried to come out. And how Spike had spoken fearfully that the dog looked just like his dad. “So I hope his dad is not around…”’

Harvey nodded solemnly. “If SPIKE doesn’t like his dad, I can only imagine how scary he is.”

The two children approached a shack with a fire hydrant up front. There wasn’t much to the house, a couple of big bones in the yard, but otherwise it was just a house. Harvey knocked on it hesitantly and waited.

In a few minutes, a sleepy Spike answered the door. “Hey losers,” he yawned, “What’s up?”

Mina smiled at him. “Hey, Spike! We just found out the observatory got destroyed by the crystal dragon from the carnival. We were going to earn some money to repair it by selling cookies. Would you like to help us? We’re going to need all the hands we can get!”

Spike snorted. “That sounds kinda girly but okay. Lemme just get dressed.”

Harvey paused. “Do you have to ask your dad if you can go?” He asked curiously.

Spike shook his head. “Nah. He’s busy right now. Gimmee a sec.” The bull dog pup shut the door and quickly got dressed. He opened the door again, a little wider this time, allowing Mina and Harvey to see a large figure laying on the couch, snoring heavily. There was an empty jug labeled “XXX” nearby.

Spike shut the door as he stepped out. “Alright lead the way”

Mina felt sorry for Spike. Because of her mother’s line of work, she had been around clubs, and so she was familiar of the negative effects the alcohol produced in people. She decided not to address it, though, and focus on their mission.

On their way to Grim’s, Mina and Harvey told Spike about the night they saw Venus and why was important to rebuild the observatory.

“And without it, how are going to see if there’s life in other planets? Or if evil aliens come to conquer us! That’s why we have to save it,” Mina said, hoping Spike would get onboard for the long run, and not just to use them as an excuse to get away from his dad.

Spike considered it. “If any evil aliens come, I would totally kick their butts. But I guess it would nice to see them coming. So I guess I can help fix it.”

Harvey nodded. “Great! As soon as Mina is done with her flying lesson, we will get started!”

The kids reached the dragon’s tower and knocked at the huge door. Seconds later, Grim opened the door with a smile. “I was starting to t-think you forgot about our classes.”

“Hi, Grim! Actually, we have an important mission today, and I was wondering if we could make it a short class?” Mina asked, holding her hands on her back.

“W-why?” The dragon asked, curious.

The kids explained what happened to the observatory and told him about their idea to help Hilda earn money for repairs.

“Aww, kids! T-that is a wonderful idea! I would like to help. You could cook here, I got a huge oven I barely use.” He went inside his tower signaling the kids to follow him to the kitchen.

“What type of cookies should we make?” Harvey asked as they walked in.

“If anyone says oatmeal raisins, I’m going to give you such a bad charlie horse!”

Mina wondered what was a charlie horse, but knowing Spike, it was probably something painful.

Harvey winced. “How about chocolate? Or sugar cookies?”

Grim opened the oven to show the kids, and they were surprised to see they could all three fit in if they wanted to.

They had the oven, now they needed the ingredients. A sudden realisation hit the little girl.

“Uh… guys… I just realized we need money to buy the ingredients….” She said searching in her pockets.

Harvey huffed. “Darn. I didn’t think about that. We could go ask my mom if we could have some money.”

Spike scratched his ear. “Why don’t we ask the Baroness if she has the dough we can borrow?”

Even though Grim would love to go see Bon Bon again, he knew how busy her agenda was, and he wouldn’t like to bother her for something this small.

“I t-think I have enough ingredients for a first b-batch. No need t-to bother the Baroness.” The dragon searched in his pantry and tooked the ingredients. “Hey! I even have some ch-chocolate left.” He said, happily surprised.

“Oh great! We can make chocolate chip cookies!” Mina said excited.

“And while t-they bake we can start your flying lessons,” Grim added, preparing the tools to make the mix. He also grabbed a few chairs so the kids would reach the counter and help with the preparations.

They all had fun making different shapes for the cookies and finally, it was time to bake.

As Grim said before, they went outside for a quick flying lesson for Mina, who was improving very fast. The dragon thought she was a quick learner, but the truth was he was a very good teacher. He didn’t notice, but he even stuttered less when he focused on his lessons.

Finally, the time for testing the first batch arrived. They all took a cookie and ate at the same time, only to spit it almost immediately. They could only taste the bitterness of the flour and the texture was all dusty. If it wasn’t for the chocolate chips, the cookies wouldn’t have any flavor at all.

After drinking some lemonades to wash up the taste, Grim admitted it was time for professional help, and flew with the kids to Bon Bon’s castle. They landed at the door and Grim asked politely to one of the guards if it was possible to get an audience with Bon Bon.

The Baroness was in the midst of some paperwork when one of the guards knocked on her door. She glanced up irritably. “What is it?”

“Sorry to disturb you, Baroness, but you have some visitors.”

“I’m rather busy at the moment.”

“It’s Grim Matchstick and some children.”

The Baroness raised an eyebrow. “Oh, well, that’s different.” She excused the guard and checked herself in the mirror subconsciously, patting down her hair and straightening her dress before walking out to the entrance, calm and regal.

“Grim, what a delight to see you and the little ones. What brings you to my castle? Are you having another flight lesson?”

Grim discretely wiggled his tail happy to see the Baroness. Mina did a knight salutation with her fist on her chest.

“Hello, Bon Bon! We’ve just finished t-the lesson, but we’re here for something else.” Helped by the kids, the dragon explained the situation of the observatory, how they wanted to sell cookies to earn money to rebuild it, and the fiasco their first batch was. “So, c-could you help us out? M-maybe you have an easy recipe we can follow?”

Bon Bon’s eyes lit up at the request. “Of course. But perhaps we could do accomplish this task best in my personal kitchen? I have quite the confectioneries to work with,” she suggested, beckoning the small group to follow her.

When no one immediately declined the invitation, the Baroness led them to the kitchen. It was almost surreal. Cupboards upon cupboards of every topping and sugar and flour and cream known through the isles. There was honey and molasses and cherries and raisins. Almost too much to count.

She knelt down to Mina’s level. “So what type of cookies are you looking to make?”

Mina’s eyes widened at the view of all the ingredients. There was even stuff she never saw before. The Baroness’ question brought her back from her thoughts. “Oh! Uh, we tried to make chocolate chip cookies, but, anything will do! As long as it taste good.” She chuckled looking at her friends for their approval.

Harvey and Spike nodded, equally gobsmacked by the selection of baking supplies. The Baroness nodded and began to pull out ingredients. “Grim, can you hand me the cookie cutters on the shelf up there?”

Harvey brightened up. “Hey, do you have any star shaped ones? Since we’re doing this for Hilda?”

“Oh! Good idea, Harvey!” Mina patted the little bunny.

Spike clapped his paws together. “Oh! Aliens! Got any aliens?”

Bon Bon nodded. “I’m sure I have the stars. Grim, do you see any aliens or other space ones up there?”

Grim looked on the shelves and found cookie cutters in.the shape of stars, half moon, a couple of rockets and a planet with its halo.

“Would t-this suffice?” The dragon showed the shapes to the kids. Mina nodded excited.

“They’re going to look awesome!”

Bon Bon could easily turn out rows upon rows of cookies by herself but she knew that this would defeat the purpose of the children raising the money so she helped instruct them how to put the right amount of flour and sugar ratios.

Spike learned how to beat an egg. He was quite pleased with himself and even Bon Bon was impressed by how naturally he could do it. “I’ve beaten a lot of things,” he chuckled, much to Harvey’s chagrin.

Harvey meanwhile loved to roll out the dough, putting flour on the rolling pin so as not have it be too sticky.

The Baroness had Mina pick and choose ingredients as she saw fit, making a batch of chocolate and then a batch of sugar cookies next.

Grim was delighted to see the Baroness explaining to the kids how to prepare the cookies. His imagination quickly drifted to a future with her. But that bubble quickly burst, realising the big differences between them. Even if they could, somehow, manage to do it, not to brag, but it would probably destroy her.

Besides, Bon Bon probably didn’t want him romantically. Sure they had fun together, and she often would pet him and stroke his head, but did she see him only as a pet?

He glanced nervously at the Baroness from time to time while helping the children to cut the shapes into the dough.

The Baroness was unaware of Grim’s inner turmoil, helping the children to get the first batch of cookies onto the tray. She went to open the oven only for her brow to furrow.

“The oven’s cold,” she realized, “The pilot light must have gone out.” Someone would pay dearly for that but until then, she would have to think of something else.

“Grim,” she called, breaking the dragon from his thoughts, “would you be a dear and help relight the pilot light?”

Grim nodded. “O-of course!” He got close to the oven and softly blew a small flame to turn it on. Mina was amazed at how easy he made spitting fire look.

“While we wait, we should think of a spot to put our stand. Or should we go door to door?” Mina asked her friends.

Harvey thought about it. “We should choose a spot to sell the cookies and maybe someone can go tell people we are selling cookies?” He suggested.

“Didn’t that dumb clown say we could use his circus?” Spike asked.

“You’re right, Spike! Oh! And we’re going to need a big sign so people can see us from far!” Mina started to get really excited and was imagining a neon sign guiding people to their huge stand.

The Baroness left the kids to work with the oven, catching the sight of a piece of paper to the side of the kitchen counter. She picked it up and read it over, her facing becoming slightly irritated. “It appears we are behind on a cake order,” she realized, “what with the pilot light being out.” She ran her surprisingly clean hands through her hair. “It’s a large cake…and I’ve set the baker home already.” This would take forever on her own, even with knowing the recipe by heart.

Noticing her irritation, Grim shyly approached her. “Em, well, c-can I help?” He said, playing nervously with his cookie dough covered claws.

Bon Bon nodded. “Yes, I suppose. We might get a bit dirty though. Let me change real quick into something a bit more comfortable?”

“Of c-course!” The dragon nodded and washed his hands in the sink. His mind drifted again and wondered what Bon Bon looked like without all those layers on. He shook his head to prevent his imagination to go further. That did remind him however, he had his letter to recover from Hilda! Maybe later tonight he could swing by and ask for it. He hoped Hilda hadn’t opened it yet.

Bon Bon departed to her chambers and quickly changed into a shorter dress and blushed. She almost felt naked with something with only one layer but she knew she would quickly overheat in her regular outfit what’s the oven going and working next to Grim who generally seemed to run hot.

She stepped back into the kitchen, pulling a book from one of the shelves. “How familiar are you with Grand Marnier cake?” She asked, trying to be nonchalant about it, even as she felt highly sensitive in her outfit.

Grim was astonished when he saw the lovely frame of the Baroness in that light dress, and could only mumble his answer. “Uh…um… eh… .”

The Baroness began to pull ingredients as she could hear the excited children making another flying saucer batch of cookies. “It’s a bit of a more difficult cake to bake but I think we could do it. Are you sure you’re okay to help me?”

The dragon managed to snap out of it and nodded. “Yes! I want t-to help. What do you need me t-to do?” He asked nervously, trying to not stare at her.

“I’m going to need you to start mixing with this while I pour ingredients in.” She gestured to a large bowl and whisk. “It gets really tiring to have to do both at once,” she admitted.

“Okay.” The dragon nodded again and started mixing.

After a few minutes Grim started to feel awkward and decided to say something about her dress. “Y-you look delicious, by the way….” He realised how horrible that sounded and quickly tried to correct himself. “I mean! The d-dress looks delicious cause…what is it made of? M-marshmallow? I-I-I didn’t mean as… you are delicious… just… eh…oh b-boy….” He started to rumble, red of embarrassment and whipping the mix way too hard and not daring to look at the Baroness.

The Baroness awkwardly laughed. Her family had been very concerned when Grim first showed up that the dragon would indeed eat her up along with anyone else on the isle.

Obviously by the fact that everyone was still alive and well that this wasn’t the case and Grim ended up being a very nice, innocent dragon. A little too innocent, she lamented to herself.

Sometimes when they were alone, she wanted to do a little more than tea and giggles. But there was no way such a shy dragon such as himself would be up for that. So she took care of things herself, imagining what it would feel like.

Bon Bon especially liked the daydream she’d have where he really would be eating her up…just a little further down is all. She realized she had turned a bet heated at that and tried to respond to what Grim said as she fanned herself. “Yes, it’s marshmallow…probably not the best choice. It’s so warm in here, I would love for you to eat it off.”

She froze. “Uh, take it off. Wait, I mean, I would love to take it off with you. Cause…excuse me one moment,” she calmly walked out of the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. Only once she was out of sight did she splash it on her face.

“Control yourself, you’re a Baroness,” she ordered herself quietly

Grim was dumbstruck by what he heard, or thought he heard. She wanted him to EAT her dress off? He blushed heavily. He could feel his body heating up at the thought. But she didn’t really say that…did she?

He glanced quickly at the children to make sure they didn’t get any of what just happened. They seemed too focused on making the perfect shape for the cookies and creating slogans to boost their sales.

“If it rhymes, it will bring bigger dimes!” He heard the little bat chant to prove her point to the other two.

“How about, buy our cookies or else?” Spike suggested.

Even Harvey had to giggle a bit, enjoying the sugar high from working with all the baking supplies.

The Baroness cooled off enough to come back in, a smile on her face. “How’s the whisking going?” She asked. She saw how quickly he was stirring and she frowned. “Oh! Slow down a little bit otherwise you may beat the air out of the mixture!”

Mina shook her head. “Oh, Spike. Violence is not the answer for everything. Mind games is.” She smirked. “We need to make people believe they need our cookies, or their lives would be miserable.”

Grim was still very red and he didn’t dare to look at Bon Bon. He did slow down his movements and started to mix more gently. “Like t-this?” He asked shyly. He couldn’t get the idea of devouring her outfit out of his head.

The Baroness smiled at Grimm’s careful whisking. “Yes, that’s it. Not too rough. can’t be too rough with this stuff, otherwise it won’t be so fluffy. Now for the final ingredient.” With the children distracted, the Baroness withdrew a brown bottle from a discrete cupboard.

It was liquor. Grand Marnier to be exact. “We don’t want to accidentally pour too much, otherwise this will become quite a boozy cake.”

Hearing the Baroness explaining him with a gentle tone aroused him even more. He felt the pressure in his crotch and knew he had to get out of sight immediately.

“Uh! I g-g-gotta use the bathroom!” He said pushing the bowl into Bon Bon’s hands and running out of the kitchen to go to the nearest toilet.

Mina kept thinking out loud. “Hm… if your day sucked, take a bite back… hm… if you want to help Berg… buy our cookies, you turd!” She chuckled.

Bon Bon blinked in surprise at Grim’s rapid departure. She placed the bowl down and started to add the liquor. “Huh, maybe he was overheating too?”

Grim locked himself in the bathroom. It was a service bathroom, for the kitchen staff, so it wasn’t as impressive as the ones reserved for the guests, but it was good enough for the heated dragon.

He immediately opened the sink and splashed his face with fresh water and looked at himself in the mirror. “K-k-keep it together, Grim! You’re not an animal!” He scolded himself, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of his natural impulses.

The pressure between his legs started to turn from irritating to painful. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.

He looked around desperately and noticed the bathtub. Maybe a cold shower might calm him down. It would be weird to explain to Bon Bon why he was taking a bath in the service restroom.

He ground his teeth and decided he would worry about that later, and opened the water to fill the bathtub.

“C'mon,c'mon, c'mon!” He whispered while the water painfully filled the tub at a slow rate. He held his crotch to make sure his piece would stay put, but it only made him want to rub himself against his own hands.

“Enough!” One of his extra heads popped out alarmed. “Shame on us! You’re in the Baroness Von Bon Bon’s castle, you perv! And there are kids and everything in here!”

“I knew this was gonna happen!” The last head interrupted. “We should masturbate more often! I keep telling ya! This is not healthy to bottle it all up!”

“Guys! Not the b-best time to argue who’s right.” Grim pointed down at his now erect penis.

“Quick! To the bathtub!” Said the first head, and Grim obeyed. The tub was too small for the dragon, but he managed to fit his rear in, spilling half of the water all over the bathroom.

“Oh, for Christ sake!” All three heads spoke at the same time. They looked down to see if the cold water was doing its job, but their piece stood there just as hard.

“Okay… let’s get this over with.” The second head broke the awkward silence. “We gotta do it.”

The first head looked at him horrified. “You want us to masturbate? Now!? Are you insane!?”

“Well, it’s either a quick relief or go back out there with a fourth head. You think she won’t notice THAT?” The second head said sarcastically.

Grim sighed. He was starting to think he was right. Since it had been so long since he paid any attention to himself. It was be quicker to just do it and go back like nothing happened.

“You are disgusting! At least let’s fly back home….”

“Yeah… haven’t you noticed the big red flag we’re hoisting?”

Grim shushed them. “K-keep it down!” He whispered and looked again at his crotch. “Maybe if I hurt myself will g-go away.” The other heads looked at each other, worried.

Grim drew his tail to his mouth. “Okay…just a little b-bite would do.” His tail was now between his teeth, but he was too scared to close his jaws.

The third head was tired of waiting and pushed Grim’s jaw roughly down, causing all three heads to growl in pain. They stood silence for a few seconds to hear if somebody was coming.

They didn’t hear anything, and now they were hurting in two parts, not just one.

“Well, that was pointless. Can we, please, just, touch ourselves?” The third head started to get anxious. “We already have the material to work with,” he smirked maliciously.

“Ugh! Fine! I still think this is filthy and we WILL regret it!” The first head said, blushing, thinking of ‘the material’ the other head was referring too. Grim blushed heavily and looked away from his crotch.

—

The Baroness was starting to become concerned when Grim didn’t return within a few minutes. She thought about trying to find him however, she didn’t want to leave the children alone with the high powered furnace. Luckily, she spotted one of the Jelly Bean Bakers walking by and quickly called him to attention.

“Watch the children while I locate Matchstick,” she ordered, keeping her voice stern and authoritative.

“Yes, Baroness, of course. I believe I saw him near one of the service washrooms.”

“Thank you.” She paused as the Jelly Bean approached the children with oven mitts. Why on Earth’s name would he be over there? He knew where the guest restrooms were. Maybe he was looking for a glass of water?

She poured a glass from the bottle next to her and quietly walked out of the kitchen to find him. She didn’t hear anything as she approached the washroom and was about to consider that her servant had been incorrect when she picked up the slightest of groans.

She approached the door, the groaning continuing, now a little bit louder and heavier. That sounded like Grim. Was he having a stomach ache? Perhaps he’d eaten one too many of the ingredients they were using. It sounded like he was trying to talk to himself, maybe to make himself feel better?

“Hmm, what did she say again? She wants you to eat her dress off… yum!” He said, slowly licking his lips with his long pointy tongue.

Grim reached down slowly and twitched at the touch of his hand against his very sensitive part. He delicately wrapped his hand around the tip and started stroking very gently. They all bit their lips at the pleasurable sensation.

“Ohh… this is so wrong,” the first head said nervously. "We better hurry up, they’re right next door.”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” The third head whispered. “Focus on Bon Bon’s delicious marshmallow dress.”

“Probably melting with the heat in the kitchen.” The fist one added innocently. He was just stating the fact, but realised how Grim was stroking a bit more vividly at the thought of the melting dress.

“I would have t-to lick all of it.” A silly smile grew on his face.

Lick all of what? The bowl with the cake mix? Bon Bon was puzzled.

Licking the bowl would just get him sicker if he was having a tummy ache. She can hear another voice now speaking and realized it was one of his heads. Goodness, he really wasn’t feeling well if those two had popped up.

“Oh yeah! That’s what I’m talking about. And we would help you out! We cover the north… and you go aaall the way south.” The third head smiled widely, feeling the more rhythmic strokes Grim was giving to himself.

That, that didn’t sound like baking. If she didn’t know any better, Bon Bon would have almost thought he was talking about…

The dragon heads all tried their best to moan as little as possible, but it was hard to keep themselves from groaning after a long time of neglect.

“I would….” Grim continued. “I would stick my t-tongue all the way inside her. I wonder if she tastes as sweet as she smells.” Even in cold water the dragon was really hot. He let his tongues hang from their heads, panting softly.

The sound of the dragon moaning made the member of royalty stiffen. Bon Bon turned as red as a tomato as the image of cute little Grim shattered as the dragon managed to purr out such sensual words.

She stifled a gasp with her hand as his words triggered a needy twitch within her abdomen. Her eyes darted around worriedly for any other witnesses but there was none.

“I want to give her so much pleasure,” the first head spoke this time, delirious from the good sensations.

"I want to bite every part of her delicate body.” The other head added breathing heavily.

BonBon sent her fingers on her lips trailing down against her neck and the suddenly very tight feeling of the hem of her dress.

Who was he talking about that had the dragon so worked up? His heavy panting and the lack of other servants emboldened her actions, the free hand having dipped further so it was needing her now very sensitive breasts. She entertained the idea he was lusting after her and a desirous thrill made her body shiver with the thought.

“I want to show her how much I love her….” Grim said stroking his piece more violently.

The Baroness froze at that line.

Grim was in love with someone? Her mind raced with thoughts of who it could be. She had always thought that the dragon had a crush on her, but hearing him like this, learning about a side of him that she had no idea existed, she wondered if she had been completely wrong about that.

Sure, the dragon had asked her out, but perhaps it had been friendship? He never said he liked her or anything. Guilt and shame began to press in, small during the desire that had sparked up at hearing him speak like this. She was the one who pressed little kisses to his cheek, not the other way around. And there were times during summer where he disappear for days, even weeks on end sometimes in the summer… Was he seeing someone else?

Without realising they had an audience, Grim and his heads all started to moan and groan a bit louder. “I want her… only her…. I need her to scream my name!”

Bon Bon felt so foolish. She backed away from the door and took a shaky swig of the water, only to nearly choke as she realized should accident report herself a glass of the Grand Marnier liquor. It burned as it went down her throat, and she quickly hurried down the hallway, stifling a cough and perhaps the beginning of an unhappy sob.

Grim could feel he was pretty close to climaxing. He kept imagining the delicate frame of Bon Bon under his hungry tongues, dipping inside her as deep as they could reach, feeling her twitch and moan his name.

“Oh, Bon Bon!” All three heads growled climaxing releasing a heavy load. He tried to recover his normal breathing, caressing himself slowly while his erection, finally satisfied, softened away.

"I can’t believe we just did that….” The first head said, embarrassed.

“Wow, we REALLY needed that!” The third one added. “Maybe next time I suggest something, maybe you’ll listen to me, huh?” The first head rolled his eyes and Grim was still in the blissful afterglow to pay any attention.

He stood up, emptied the bathtub and washed himself. The fresh water was very welcome. Now that he was relaxed, the other heads returned to the body and he started to get ready to come out again.

—-

As a future explorer, Mina was very observant, she figured out something was wrong between Bon Bon and Grim and now that they both left she dared to ask.

“You think Grim and Bon Bon had a fight? I feel like something is wrong between them….”

Harvey looked around, realizing that Mina was correct. Both the Baroness and Grim were gone. “Maybe we should go look for them?” He suggested.

The kitchen doors opened abruptly and the children jumped up in surprise. The Baroness had walked in, looking slightly just shoveled. Upon realizing she was being watched, the woman straightened herself out, placed an empty glass she had been carrying on the counter, and coolly smiled.

“I apologize,” she began, “I was worried that Grim was having a stomach ache.”

Spike laughed. “Haha, that sucks.”

Harvey’s ears drooped. “Is he okay?”

“Yes, I’m sure he’ll be joining us later. Let me see how your cookies have come out.” She wiped her eyes and approached. Spike sniffed the air, slightly confused. "You kind of smell like my dad right now,“ he noted.

She appeared taken aback. "Does your dad smell of sugar?”

“Not exactly…nevermind. Look at my alien cookies. This one is eating Harvey’s astronaut cookie.”

—

After a few minutes, the dragon got out of the bathroom, still blushing of embarrassment, but much more relaxed. He took a deep breath before entering the kitchen, waving his hand to the kids.

“H-hey! Sorry about that. I had a t-tummy ache. Probably from the first batch of cookies we made.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Oh! You feeling better?” Mina asked, worried.

“Uh, y-yeah, don’t worry! I’ll be fine….” He turned even more red. “Are t-the cookies done baking?” He asked Bon Bon, playing with his fingers nervously and avoiding eye contact.

Bon Bon swallowed, pushing down the last of the bile in her throat and appeared very calm. “Yes, the first few batches are done. I think the kids will be ready to go sell in an hour or so.” She made sure to also not directly look at Grim nor touch him at all, not even a brush with her shoulder.

Harvey hopped up and down. “I forgot, where did we say we’re going to sell these?”

“We could try next to the third isle bridge. A lot of people pass by. Or near the balloon tree,” Mina proposed.

Spike whistled. "I haven’t been to the third isle in a while. Plus, if they don’t buy a cookies, we can throw them over the bridge!”

“I am going to pretend I didn’t hear that last part,” Harvey muttered starting to pack away the cookies for transport.

Grim hadn’t noticed Bon Bon’s cold shoulder for he was still thinking of what he had done minutes ago, and that made him lose focus on what was going on. He did hear the Baroness and he nodded.

“G-good, good….” He wanted to leave but leaving the Baroness alone with the kids would be kind of rude, so he decided to stay until the batch was done. “Eh… what about your cake, Bon Bon? Anything else help with?” He asked looking for the bowl they were working on.

Baroness hardly heard Grim initially. She realized what he had asked and that a response was probably necessary. She looked at the half finished cake batter and shrugged. It had been whipped too harshly, she doubted it would rise. She probably could have saved it, but the idea no longer appealed to her.

“No, that will be all. Thank you, Grim,” she responded politely.

“O-okay.” Grim answered, starting to suspect something was wrong with her, but he shook his thoughts, thinking it was probably him being paranoid. He helped the kids to finish packing up all the cookies and they were soon ready to go.

“Thank you very much, your highness.” The little bat bowed to Bon Bon. “Thanks to you we will save the observatory!” She smiled at her, truly grateful for her help.

“Yeah, t-thank you very much, Bon Bon.” Grim smiled and forced himself to look at her, turning really red, afraid she would see through his eyes to see what he did earlier.

The Baroness politely nodded. “Of course. I’m afraid I don’t have the type of dough that Ms. Berg could really use, but my kingdom would like to help in any way that we can.” She motioned for one of the jelly bean guards to approach.

“I’ll have you escorted safely to the bridge when you are ready. I would hate for somebody else to just steal them away before you get a chance to sell them.”

When they were at the door, Grim said goodbye to the kids who left with the escort Bon Bon had assigned them.

The dragon gathered the strength to talk to the Baroness. “S-say.. uh… t-thank you again for helping… hmm… I was wondering… if you’re not t-to busy, perhaps … you would like to come by later? I bought this new forest t-tea blend I think you might enjoy….” He said shyly, smiling trying to sound normal.

The Baroness almost instinctively said yes but stopped herself. Knowing that Grim was involved or at least romantically interested in someone else, it would not look good for her to continue her frequent visits to his home. People would talk, especially if any of them had spotted Grim’s beau.

The last thing she needed was to tarnish both her and Grim’s name with people thinking they were engaged in something sordid.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I have some delegations I need to attend to. Perhaps another time?”

Grim dropped his ears sad to hear that. “Y-yeah, whenever you’re free. Uh… I’m gonna g-go now…. t-thanks again… .” And with a couple of powerful flaps, the dragon flew away to his tower.

—-

Amoury sat in front of a wounded and tired Carlos. They were in a simple hotel room, and at the door there was Francis and Connor, the gorilla and toad who were assisting Carlos in recovering the cargo.

The spider was furious, but you could only tell by the deadly look he gave to the cat, for he didn’t spoke a word to him. In his hand, he held a glass of brownish liquor, making a tinkling noise with the ice hitting the glass.

“Amory… I know I… kinda messed up things… but it wasn’t all my fault. The guy wanted to check the cargo! Mc Crabbe didn’t tell him about our… arrangement… and this masked cat, popped out of nowhere!” Amory hold a hand to signal him to stop talking, and took a sip of his glass. Carlos rolled his eyes. He knew Amory had a taste for the dramatic acts, but this ‘silent type’ was starting to get to his nerves.

“You said you were ready for the job, Buenaventura.” Amory said calmly.

“You can just call me Carlos.” The cat smiled. “Buenaventura is kind of a mouthful.”

The spider didn’t find anything amusing in his comment, and glared at him with his five eyes. Carlos gulped. “Buenaventura sounds fine!” The cat quickly added. “And, again! I was ready! just… I miscalculated… I should have listened to my mamá and stayed in school.”

Amory left the glass roughly on the table with a loud thud. “Three quarters of the cargo, Buenaventura. Three quarters, gone….” He kept that disturbingly calm tone.

Carlos dropped his ears. “Well, let’s stay positive! Thanks to Francis and Connor here….” He pointed at the two at his back. “We recover one quarter! That’s better than nothing! … right?” He forced a smile but it erased from his face when he noticed one of the spider’s eye twitch. “Mmmkay… I’m going to shut up now.”

The spider finished his glass with one gulp and left the glass softly on the table this time. “You will keep an eye on Sullivan Wells, and you better pray that this… masked cat won’t interfere with our business, Buenaventura. I can get us out of this one, but we won’t be so lucky next time.” He gestured the cat to leave. “You have two days to recover. Then, come see me here.”

Carlos nodded and, with a bit of difficulty, he stood up from his chair and left the hotel, heading toward Cagney’s garden.

—

Cagney had probably had one of the worst sleeps he had ever had in his life. Grim hadn’t really been up to taking visitors, so he kind of made camp at the edge of his garden. But the city kept him up. All the loud noises and screams from Beppi’s circus kept jostling him awake. And he could have sworn he heard fireworks coming from the third isle.

So, he was irritable, a little more than normal at least. He was tired, sore and maybe just a tad pent-up. He did have quite a few lewd dreams with Miss Hilda that he would have greatly enjoyed except for the fact he was getting woken up every 30 to 45 minutes.

As he crossed the bridge connecting the second and third Isle, he can hear the whistling of the boat coming into harbor and could smell the salty air. Plants weren’t so much a fan of the ocean water, due to its high concentration of salt, but Cagney could appreciate any form of natural thing in this part of the industrialized Isles.

He was close to Rumor so now he was starting to run what he was exactly going to say through his head. If he could even get an audience. The bee was a peculiar one. His mind was so preoccupied, he hardly noticed the orange furry cat darting to and from between nearby shipments on the dock.

—-

Another day, another heist. Hopefully. Although this one was slightly different than Amber’s normal targets. According to Sully’s charts, this was a honey delivery. But not just any honey. Royal jelly honey. The premium stuff, the top shelf stuff, the stuff that they kept locked behind the counter to avoid people like her getting her paws on it.

Oh, not that Amber should probably touch that stuff. She could only imagine how sticky it would get her fur, and how much it she’d have to groom and bathe herself before would finally come out. But, it was worth a lot, and considering what a bust last night had been was losing the rest of the weird magical exploding gems, it was a risk she was willing to take.

Actually, it was probably a slightly greater risk as she was doing this in the afternoon. Trying to steal when the sun was up at any point, was never the best idea. But if at night, people with guns were going to shoot her, she was willing to deal with a possibility of getting spotted rather than getting shot..ted.

She watched the dock workers carefully unload the stuff and noted the absence of bee guards. Amber would have thought the cargo of this quality would result in the Queen Bee’s own guards standing guard but it didn’t appear to be the case.

Amber sidled a little closer to the boxes of honey, holding in her hand a sturdy flask. Even one glass at the stuff could net a hefty sum and would have her rolling in catnip for weeks if she so desired.

—

Sullivan had just started his shift. His coworkers kept asking him questions about last night and he started to grow tired of the attention. He tried to focus on his schedule for today and he sighed tiredly. Royal Jelly for Rumor Honeybottom. He hated to deal with the bees. They were all very pompous and spoke down to him, even though he was the one making sure their cargo was safe.

The big boat arrived and Sullivan order people around to get the crane’s ready for the unload, while he went to the shack to notify the bees of the arrival of their honey. The corkers did as they were told, and carefully stacked the boxes at the dock, next to many other bigger ones hiding them from simple view.

“We will send our people immediately to pick up the honey.” A male’s voice answered on the other side of the line that Sullivan dialed. “Please, take good care of it! And in the name of her highness Honeybottom, thank you, once again, for your service and we apologize for our delay.”

Sullivan rolled his eyes. “Its ok, Gary, you don’t have to be so formal with me.”

“Actually, I do!” The voice whispered. “ Our beloved queen has ordered to do an inspection in all sectors of the hive. Her majesty wants to do 'adjustments’ on the personnel.”

“Adjustments? What do you mean? Like fire you?” Sullivan couldn’t help but ask.

“No… her graciousness prepared a program to turn every bee who’s not working 100% into a model worker. Robert got busted resting his eyes for a minute after a ten hour shift, and when he came back from the program…it wasn’t the same Robert. If you go tonight at the joint, I’ll tell you more about it.”

“You’re just exaggerating!” Sullivan grumbled, “Robert is a lazy ass, and you’re no better either. You should have been here forty minutes ago! I bet the program is just a friendly reminder of your obligations as workers or something like that,” Sullivan tried to rationalize. “Now hurry up, we’re running out of space and we’re still waiting for more shipments.”

They both said goodbye and Sullivan hung up, picked up some more papers and got out of the shack walking back to the honey cargo.

—

Cagney watched the dock workers unload whatever shipment they were getting in next. It didn’t really concern him too much and he was about to keep walking toward the hive when the flash of brown caught his eye.

He looked again to see a familiar looking feline lurking near one of the isolated boxes. He felt himself tense up, but stopped himself. He had literally attacked two other mammals in the last week in a case of mistaken identity. he shouldn’t just be jumping through violence whenever he thought he found the burglar.

And then he saw her take out a bag and slip on a mask and start to dig a hole in the box and realize that this was her. He grinned, realizing this was her and he was well within is right to beat the ever living shit out of her.

—

Amber had just about punctured the box when she felt something tap her in the shoulder. She froze. She had counted the number of workers, there was no way she missed one. It tapped again and she turned around to find herself looking up at a large carnation.

“Hi there,” he greeted.

“Hey-?” Quick as lightning, he backhanded her hard enough to send her flying over the honey box and crashing into a pile of boxes.

Sullivan’s team just finished unloading the last box when something passed flying the boxes. A couple of workers turned their heads where they thought they flying thing landed.

Amber grunted painfully as she sat up from where she had been slapped. Pieces of wood chunks lay everywhere. She wondered how she wasn’t more seriously harmed, until she realized she had crashed into a box carrying several large bags of flour. It looked like Rumor wasn’t the only Royal resident expecting a shipment of something.

She didn’t have much time to thank her lucky stars as she saw the carnation bearing down on her. Amber’s eyes widen as she realized where she have seen him before. He was the flower from the observatory. And he looked pissed enough to kill her. “Woah, woah, wait,” she started, “listen, I only took one thing, I’ll bring it back!”

“There is nothing you can do to bring back Hilda’s dome!”

“Hilda’s…dome?” Amber was really confused. She hadn’t stolen any domes. “Wait, Mr. Flower…”

“It’s Cagney, dammit!” He snarled, lunging for her.

She struggled to escape, but her foot was stuck under heavy bag of flour. And when flight was off the table, that only left one other option.

Before he could grab her, she grabbed one of the bags of flour and smacked it down on his petaled head.

Cagney saw stars and white powder as he reeled back from the surprise attack. He blinked unsuredly before growling and opting to swing around wildly instead, hoping to make contact with something

The workers around the flour shipment saw the giant flower get hit with one of the precious cargo.

“Hey! What’s going on!?”

“Somebody’s fighting!”

The crew mates started to gather around the carnation.

Amber freed her foot just in time to take an acorn to the gut, sending her rolling backwards in a clumsy somersault. Cagney dizzily pulled out another one, shaking his head to regain his senses. “Next one’s going for the head!”

Amber scowled. “If that’s how it’s gonna be, then fine!” She picked up the acorn, climbed up one of the rafters and chucked it at his face, smacking him hard in the nose.

Cagney drop the other acorn and grabbed his nose. “Argh, you bitch!” He couldn’t stretch up after her but he still had his thorns. He wrapped his thorny stem around the rafters beam and squeezed tightly, sending the pole shaking as he sent cracks up and down the sea soaked wood. It wavered dangerously close to the edge of the water.

Amber hissed, her fur raising. She crouched and pounced on the carnation, latching onto his hand and clawing him with an angry yowl.

Cagney squealed, unwinding himself and tried to shake her off by slamming her into things but the cat had sunk her claws in nice and deep.

Amber went to pull out something from her bag, loosening her claws. Cagney saw his opportunity to yank her off and slammed her in the ground, breaking through the bottom of the deck of the porch. The cat clunk desperately to his green fingers and looks down fearfully at the cold choppy water underneath.

She scrambled up the length of his arm, back on top of the shipyard, before clinging to his petals. the Carnation tried to pull her off, but this time she wasn’t letting go, biting at hands that got too close. “Get off me, pussy!”

He head-butted the rafter once more, hoping it would just dislodge her, but it only made both of them dizzy. Amber hissed and yanked a petal. “Thought you were tougher than this, I’m going to prune you, you dumb daisy.”

He flinched at that comment. Hilda liked calling him a dumb daisy. It is much as he dislike the term, he hated that anyone else would dare to use it other than her. A burst of vindictive rage finally allowed him to pry her off despite her biting and scratching and he held her aloft by the scruff. “I’m a carnation, you flea-ridden rat!” He pitched her at a box and she hit it with a thud.

Amber felt around for something to use, only for her paw to touch something sticky. She looked down to see she had touched honey. Where the hell was the honey coming from? She turned behind her to realize the honey was leaking from a small hole in the box. The force of the carnation’s throw must have led to her accidentally puncturing the box. It was only a small hole though and just one of the boxes… Amber realized at the site of one of the insignias stamped on the box, but this was the royal jelly box. She panicked but tried to remain calm. As long as nothing else hit it, the leak could be fixed and the box could be saved.

At the sight of the carnation approaching, she realized the flower was oblivious to how weak the honey box was, so she held out her paws. “Wait, wait, the honey, hold on!”

Cagney stared at her in disbelief before snapping. "My name’s not honey, it’s Cagney!“ And with that, he slammed both his fists down toward her.

"No, you stupid-!” She didn’t even finish her sentence as she couldn’t quite move in time, splintering the box open behind her with a loud snap. Honey gushed out, coating the combatants in its sticky yellowness.

Cagney slipped and fell to the ground when he tried to keep his balance and Amber screamed angrily as she looked at herself.

“Do you have any idea how long is going to take to wash out of my fur, you stupid carnation!?” She hissed, leaping on the fallen flower. “It’s going to take weeks! Weeks!”

“Weeks?! Do you even know how long it’s going to take Hilda to rebuild that dome, even if she had the money!?” Cagney snapped back, trying to push the sticky feline off of him. At least her claws were pretty much useless with amount of yellow gunk covering them.

“You broke it!”

“After you broke in her place!

"But you broke it!”

“Shut up, I know!” Cagney angrily admitted, “and I’m ruining everything I had with her trying to fix it, you dumb bitch!”

Amber paused slightly at that. “Wait, you and the meteorologist…?”

“Not anymore!”

“I didn’t know.”

He finally managed to get a scruff on the slippery cat. "Of course you don’t! You’re a thief! You don’t care at all!“

Amber felt something inside of her that she didn’t normally feel at that. She didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t like it. So she hit Cagney a little less hard. Still hard enough to cause bruises if he was an animal.

"I’m going to fix this,” Cagney continued, “beating the shit out of you is going to make me feel a lot better about it!” He tried to toss only to have her stick to him even more.

Sullivan was on his way to the honey containers when he saw a bunch of working bees and some guards arriving in their trucks. He greeted them and took to their shipment, only stop abruptly at the view.

A few of the priceless royal jelly boxes where cracked and leaking the precious amber product all over the docks and into the sea.

In the middle of the mess, Sullivan recognized the giant flower, struggling to stand up, and somebody else was with him. He got closer and recognized the voice.

.“..Amber?” He said in disbelief.

Amber cocked her head at her name and looked around only to stop in her place as she saw Sullivan staring right at her. “Uh…hi Sully?” She managed, “this looks bad but…”

Cagney managed to catch the cat off guard and smack her into one of the broken boxes. “Didn’t see that coming, didja you bi-hey! Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” His attention turned toward the guard bees who had appropriately swarmed the flower and were in the process of trying to restrain him.

Amber likewise managed to pull herself out of the honey only to get pinned to the ground next to Cagney with an indigent yelp. “Hey! Watch where you’re putting those antennae, you perverts!” She hissed, struggling uselessly against the guard

“What the…! .” Sullivan dropped his clipboard and got closer them. “W-wait! This is a misunderstanding! A-a-an accident! GET YOU HANDS OFF HER!” He wanted to pull one of the guards away from Amber but was violently restrained by another bee.

“This is Royal business now, Mr Wells,” the big bee holding him said in a deep voice. “And you better watch it, or we will take you too.” He threatened him.

The worker bees tried their best to fix the leaking boxes while the guards took Cagney and Amber to their truck. Sullivan struggled to get loose. “No! It’s a misunderstanding! They’re not even supposed to be here! Please! No! AMBER!”

But the guards ignored him and drove their sticky prisoners to the hive.

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CHAPTER 01, CHAPTER 02, CHAPTER 03, CHAPTER 04, CHAPTER 05, CHAPTER 06, CHAPTER 07, CHAPTER 08, CHAPTER 09, CHAPTER 10; CHAPTER 11; CHAPTER 12 ; CHAPTER 13 ; CHAPTER 14 ; CHAPTER 15; CHAPTER 16 ; (nsfw) CHAPTER 17 ; CHAPTER 18 ; CHAPTER 19 (nsfw) ; CHAPTER 20 ; CHAPTER 21 ; CHAPTER 22 ; CHAPTER 23 ; CHAPTER 24 ; CHAPTER 25 (nsfw)(you are here now!)

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letmeletmetrashyourlove · 7 years ago

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The Scarf

Welcome to the Four Horsemen collab fic! Each of us will be writing and posting parts of this story, but you never know who is going to post the next part, so keep your eyes peeled on all of our blogs!

Dot: @stevesdacre

Emma: @hairringtonsteve

Lidi: @letmeletmetrashyourlove

Rachael: @dacrethehalls

PART ONE (Biology Notes)

PART TWO (Careful)

PART THREE (Almost)

PART FOUR (Carnival Rides)

Summary: All hell breaks loose because of a goddamn scarf.

“You two look cozy!” Nancy’s chipper voice made me jump and pull away from Steve.

“Where’d you two run off to?” Steve asked, “Too much fun in the photo booth?”

Nancy’s ponytail was somewhat disheveled and the top button of her blouse undone. Her cheeks went bright red.

We all silently agreed not to talk about the awkward scenario we had gotten ourselves into and instead watched the kids spin around on the ride. Matty let out a squeal, throwing his hands up in the air. The roar of the ride filled my ears as I turned to glance at Steve, who still had his arm around my shoulder. He showed me a smile, rubbing my upper arm reassuringly.

The ride ground to a halt, the kid’s sneakers rattling the metal steps.

“Ooooh. I don’t feel so good.” Matty groaned as he staggered off the ride.

The other kids were woozy as well, all of them dazed as they wavered back onto the grass.

“Told you you should’ve waited to eat funnel cake until after you were done on the rides.” I scolded Matty.

“You’re always right, I should listen to you more often.” He hiccuped, clambering up into my lap where I sat on the bench with Steve. He pulled out a bottle of water for the boy who enthusiastically accepted it, chugging down the rest.

“Why don’t we go play a few games while you get your land legs, huh?” Steve offered.

Matty nodded in agreement, climbing off my lap and reaching up to take my hand. He tugged me from my spot beside Steve, even though I didn’t particularly leave the comfort that was found under his touch.

“Matty, let’s go see if we can win a goldfish!” Dustin offered. Matty left me behind, forgetting that he wasn’t feeling so well as he chased the older boys.

“How’s he doing?” Steve asked, settling into step beside me, our shoulders brushing as we strolled.

“It’s hard to tell.” I replied, “Fine one second, sobbing the next.”

Steve nodded,

“We went to see Billy the other night when my parents were fighting.”

I could barely see Steve’s jaw clench at the mention of Billy, but I knew he at least had the decency not to trash him to my face.

“He was crying, and then he showed Billy his new shoes and suddenly he was fine again… I guess I’m just thankful for his limited attention span.”

“Can’t get it off your mind?” Steve murmured.

“Yeah. It’s just… Like… Everything reminds me of my parents. The families here, the games and rides at the boardwalk in California.”

“Steve! Come play basketball!” Matty cried, waving him over.

He glanced over at me with a look asking if I would be okay without him. I nodded, shoving my hands into my coat pocket as I watched him take off with Matty.

The boys spent their combined tickets to get a teddy bear for me from the prize booth. The cheap, pink toy already had a hole beginning to tear in the side, one of the eyes was stuck on sideways. But Matty presented it to me with a toothless grin and I couldn’t help but love it.

“Steve won it for you!” Matty beamed.

“You helped, little man.”

“Yeah, but he got the most points on the basketball one. I guess I’m gonna have to practice with Billy some more.” Matty yawned.

He had been trying to hide his exhaustion since he got off the last ride, but I could tell the boy could hardly keep his chocolate brown eyes open. Steve squatted down beside him,

“Piggy back?”

“Yes, please! I am sleepy!” He declared, climbing on Steve’s back.

“I think it’s time to head home, bud,” I told him, earning a pitiful sound of protest before he rested his cheek on Steve’s back, eyes closed.

“Hey! Kids!” I hollered to the party as they clustered around the prize booth, arguing over whether they should each get something or if they should combine their tickets for one item.

“I’m gonna head home, tell Nancy and Jonathan when you find them.”

“They’re probably making out somewhere again.” Mike grimaced, sticking out his tongue.

They all said their goodbyes to Matty and I,

“I’ll carry him to the car for you.” Steve offered.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice.” I grinned, glancing at Matty who had passed out in a matter of minutes despite the bustling crowd and roaring rides. If Steve hadn’t been holding onto the boy’s legs, he would’ve slipped off.

We trudged in silence to the car, the only sound being our feet on crunching gravel and dry dirt. I dug my keys from my purse, unlocking the car before gently prying Matty off of Steve’s back and getting him set in the backseat.

“Thanks for inviting us.” I exhaled, closing the door behind Matty.

“Yeah, no problem. Anytime you need anything, just… you know where to find me.” He smiled.

I opened my arms, pulling him into a brief hug before getting back into the car. He stepped aside as I pulled out of the drive. He waved in my rearview mirror, illuminated by my tail lights.

“Matty.” I coaxed, unbuckling the dozing boy’s seatbelt, “We’re home, bud.”

He let out a groan, flinging his arms around my neck as I placed my hand on top of his head to keep from hitting it as I hauled him out of the car.

I fumbled with holding the dead weight of a sleepy boy against my hip while I dug my keys out of my handbag.

I unlocked the door, stepping inside to see the house in disarray. Two broken glasses laid in the kitchen sink, a smashed bottle of some sort of alcohol on the ground, and the bar stools had been knocked over.

I let out a sigh, carrying Matty straight to his bedroom and setting him on the bed.

“Stay here, buddy. I’ll be in in a minute.” I told him, smoothing his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

I peered into my mom’s bedroom, seeing her passed out on the bed. She hung off halfway, another spilled bottle laying on the green shag carpet. Adding yet another stain to the impressionist artwork that was the floor. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. I closed the bedroom door as I went into the kitchen, I cautiously stepped around the shattered glass minefield, grabbing the phone off the receiver.

I didn’t even have to look at the sheet of paper that I had scribbled phone numbers on, dialing the Wheeler’s house from memory. It rang a few times before Mrs. Wheeler picked up,

“Hey, Karen. Hey. Uh, it’s Y/N. Sorry to call so late.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah… Uh… Kinda… I guess… It’s…”I blabbered, “No. Not really. Can Matty and I come stay the night?”

“Yeah. Of course, sweetheart. I’ll get blankets and stuff out for you.”

“Thank you.” I sighed.

I threw the dish towel over the mess on the floor, soaking up the liquid before I took out the broom and cleaned up the glass. The last thing I needed was Matty running in here barefoot and tearing his feet open.

I tore a piece of paper off the notepad by the phone, scribbling a note on it for my mother. Not that she would see it or actually care that we were at the Wheelers.

I returned to Matty’s room to see him struggling not to fall asleep while sitting up.

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Bud, we’re going to stay with Mike and Nancy and Holly,” I told him, grabbing his backpack and loading it up with his PJs and a change of clothes for tomorrow.

“Got Scooby?” I asked as I slung his Scooby Doo backpack over my shoulder.

He clutched the ear of the dingy stuffed dog that he slept with every night, trudging over to me and leaning against my leg with a tired groan.

I decided it was best not to take the car, knowing that mom would wake up and panic thinking that we didn’t make it home last night.

I picked Matty back up, lugging him off the steps of the front porch and down the street.

“Y/N?” Somebody called out from behind me.

I twisted to see that Billy had just pulled into his driveway and was stepping out of his car.

“Everything okay?” He questioned as he trotted over to us.

I shifted Matty’s weight on my hip, earning a whine as he buried his head deeper into my neck.

“Yeah. I uh… We’re just going to stay with the Wheelers for the night.”

“You’re walking?”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus Christ, their house is like, three miles away. No. You’re not walking, come on.” He ordered, placing his hand on the small of my back as he led me back to the Camaro. I put Matty in the back seat, buckling him in.

I let out a sigh as I climbed into the front, leaning my head back against the seat. I was thankful that the car was already heated.

“What’s going on?” Billy whispered, resting his hand on my knee as he pulled out of the driveway.

“I… I don’t know.” I covered my face with my hands as I struggled not to cry for the second time today, “I just… I went to the carnival with the kids and Steve and Nancy.”

Billy let out an annoyed grunt, but I just ignored it,

“And I think Matty had fun. But we came back and the house was just… a disaster zone. Mom went off the deep end.”

“Did Matty see it?” Billy asked.

“No. Thank god. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do, Billy.”

“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out.” He encouraged.

“I mean, mom can’t go to work like this. And then what? We have no income, lose the house, lose the car. God forbid, Matty and I having to go back to California with my dad.”

“It’s not gonna come to that, you can get a job. Make at least enough to make up for what your mom isn’t making. I think The Hawk is hiring.”

“Then who's gonna take care of Matty? Pick him up from school everyday, help him with his homework, tuck him in? Because I know for damn sure that Mom isn’t going to do that.”

“I can help out some.”

“Billy, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t ask. I offered.”

I sighed, wiping my tired eyes.

“Thanks for the ride, Billy.” I smiled, giving him a pat on the knee as I climbed out of the car. I moved my seat up far enough to let Matty step out. I grabbed his bag and sent him to the front door as I stayed behind to talk to Billy.

“I… I don’t know about you taking care of Matty… I just…”

“You don’t trust me,” Billy muttered, glancing down at his feet as he pulled a cigarette from his front pocket.

“What? No. That’s not it at all.”

“It’s okay if you don’t, not many people do.”

“Billy. Stop it.”

“Then why don’t you want me to help you more?”

“He’s had nothing but shit men in his life, Billy. And I’m just being too cautious.” I admitted, “Besides. Dad just left, mom is MIA, I don’t want him to think that I’m abandoning him too.”

“Shit men.” Billy scoffed, “Yeah. That seems to be a trend, doesn’t it?”

“It’s not personal, Billy, okay? He worships you. Wears that denim jacket you got him every day, won't even let me wash it.”

“I know, but I mean, now that you’re with Steve-”

“With Steve? What are you talking about?” I interrupted.

He gestured with his lit cigarette to the scarf I had forgotten I was wearing.

“Oh. He just lent it to me at the fair. Forgot to give it back.”

He scoffed, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing.” I retorted, placing my hands on my hips.

“It’s nothing, okay?” He snapped. This was the closest he had ever come to sounding anything like the Billy that everybody warned me about. I was taken aback by the bite in his voice.

“Fine. Whatever.” I quipped, pushing myself off the hood of his car and heading towards the door.

“Y/N! Wait!” Billy called after me, but I ignored him.

When I got inside the Wheeler’s house, Matty was already changing into his PJ’s and settling into his spot on the couch. I didn’t even bother to change my clothes, I just climbed on the couch beside him, letting him curl up against me.

Despite our argument from the night before, Billy still picked me up for school. Matty ran over and hugged his legs,

“B! Y/N said you’re gonna come to the fair with us before it closes!” He exclaimed.

“She did?” Billy glanced up at me with a grin that quickly collapsed when he saw my disgruntled expression. It wasn’t necessarily directed towards him, although his little freak out over his fragile ego from the night before still played in my head. I was exhausted, never really being able to completely fall asleep. I would doze off, only to wake up and glance at the clock, watching the hours tick by between my short slumbers.

Billy leaned over to whisper something in Matty’s ear. His brows furrowed as he looked at Billy and then to me.

“Why are you pissed off, sissy!?” Matty shouted.

“Matthew!” I scolded, but my glare was directed at Billy, who I knew was the one to teach him that phrase.

“I’m ticked off because I didn’t get enough sleep last night, bud,” I told him, opening the car door and letting him in.

Billy drowned out the painful silence of the car ride by blasting music. Matty happily sang along from the back seat, but neither Billy and I would face each other. Maybe it was just as well, since I didn’t want to argue with him in front of Matty.

When we pulled up in front of the school, Billy instructed Matty to stay in the car for a minute,

“I wanna talk to your sister for a minute. Okay, bud?”

“Okay,” Matty replied.

I climbed out of the car, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at Billy. He refused to make eye contact with me,

“Talk.” I spat, sounding much more irritated than I intended to.

“Still wearing it,” Billy muttered, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

“What?”

“The scarf.”

“Oh for god’s sake.” I jeered, “It’s cold. I wore a scarf!” I retorted, throwing my hands up in frustration.

“His scarf.”

“What the hell is your problem, Billy!?” I roared, my lack of sleep leaving me with no tolerance for bullshit.

“What the hell is my problem? We almost kissed like, three times the other night and now you're walking around wearing some other dude’s scarf!” He hollered back.

“Steve is my friend, Billy! He just let me borrow it because I was cold! He was just being nice!”

“Just being nice. Right. Right." He chuckled to himself, taking another drag of his cigarette, "You clearly haven’t seen the way that he’s been staring at you since you got here.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you really that fucking oblivious? He’s totally got the hots for you!”

“So what if he does!?”

“We’ve got something here, okay!? You’re my girl!” Billy shouted, grabbing my arm to punctuate his point. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to startle me.

“Your girl? Since when did you decide that you fucking own me!?” I spat.

“Have we not been flirting with each other since the day you got here!?”

“Jesus Christ, Billy! What does that have to do with the fucking scarf!?” I screamed.

“I don’t know why I expected you to be different than every other whore in this shit town.” He snarled.

I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes from anger,

“Fuck you.” I hissed, “Fuck you and your stupid fucking car and your stupid fucking hair and your stupid fucking jacket.” I threw pathetic punches at his shoulder in an attempt to get him to let go of my arm, but he held firm.

“Tell me you’re different.”

“What?”

“Tell me you’re not like every other girl I-”

Billy was cut off by Matty running up between us. Neither of us had noticed the boy climbing out of the Camaro while we were arguing.

“Stop it!” He shrieked, tears streaming down his face. He threw meager punches at Billy’s leg until he let go of my arm,

“Don’t yell at her!” He shouted, resting his hands on Billy’s abdomen and pushing as hard as he could.

Despite being substantially smaller than Billy, he forced him to stagger back a couple of steps and bump against the hood of his car.

I brought my hands up and ran them through my hair. The last thing Matty needed right now was to have two of the most important people in his tiny world fighting.

“Matty-” Billy began, his tone softer despite his labored breath from our argument.

“No!” Matty interjected, he stood his ground against the larger boy, hands on his hips and his cheeks flushed with anger, “You don’t get to be mean to my sister. She protects me and I protect her!”

“I know you do, buddy.” Billy tried to mitigate, crouching down to Matty’s level, “We were just talking.”

“No. You were yelling.”

“People argue, sometimes, Matty,” Billy explained, reaching out for Matty’s hand.

“You sounded like mommy and daddy.” Matty barked, pulling his had aside before Billy could take it.

I felt my heart drop into my gut and my whole body froze. Billy and I had unwittingly become substitute parental figures for Matty. And he had just caught us arguing the way our parents were before dad left for good. Billy’s eyes flitted up to meet mine, both of us coming to the realization at the same time.

I managed to lift my feet from the pavement, despite them feeling like they were weighed down with concrete blocks, stepping towards Matty.

“Matty, come on, you’re gonna be late.” I murmured, resting my hand on top of his head and redirecting him to the elementary school door.

“Just go. I’ll walk the rest of the way.” I snarled at Billy.

“No, you won't. It’s freezing.” He hollered.

“It’s okay. I’ve got a scarf.” I retorted.

“Are you okay, sissy?” He asked once we were out of Billy’s ear shot.

“Yeah, bud. I’m fine.” I reassured, offering a weak smile.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I replied, squatting down in front of him and resting my hands on his shoulders. His cheeks were still flushed, brows furrowed in irritation.

I brought my gloved hands up to cup his cheeks,

“I love you, Matty.”

“I love you too, sissy.”

“Have a good day, okay?” I pressed a kiss to the end of his rosy nose before sending him inside.

Murmurs of my name could be heard from every corner of the school, each person stopping to stare as I trudged by. The argument in the parking lot had been on display for everyone and those who didn’t witness it had heard of it by the time first period was over.

“Ground control to major Y/N.” Steve coaxed, waving his hand in front of my face where I sat beside him at lunch.

“What? Oh… Sorry.” I exhaled, pushing the poor excuse for food around on my lunch tray.

“Are you going to talk about it or no?” He pressed, cramming a forkful of meatloaf into his mouth.

“Talk about what?” I bristled, feeling vexed that my one moment of peace during the day was being shattered by my friend talking about something that I wanted nothing more than too forget.

“Y/N,” Steve sighed, picking up on my indignation.

“Talk about what, Steve!? What? Do you just wanna say ‘I told you so’? Is that it!?”

I flung myself from my seat, snatching my backpack and shoving past the crowd on the way to the bathroom. I didn’t mean to snap at Steve, but I couldn’t help but feel stupid for not believing him. For not believing everybody that told me that Billy could be an asshole. That he was going to do something that hurt me and Matty, whether or not he meant to. It wasn’t until I noticed the bathroom mirror that I realized I had started to cry.

“Shit. Fuckin- Goddammit!” I blabbed, booting the door to one of the stalls.

The girls that were in there fixing their makeup quickly scurried away, leaving me to melt to the ground all alone.

“Hey.”

I peered up to see Steve had followed me,

“This is the girl's room, perv.” I sniffled, wiping the tears from under my eyes.

“Seems like every time we’re together, you start crying. I’m starting to wonder if it’s something about me.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes as he sat down beside me,

“I mean, is it the hair? I know it can be intimidating but I promise it doesn’t bite.”

I let out a feeble laugh as I reached up to the paper towel dispenser and pulled one out to wipe my nose.

“What happened?” He asked, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

“Billy.” I sighed.

“Well. I figured as such.” He exhaled.

“It’s just that… I don’t know… I should’ve listened to you.” I murmured, propping my head on his shoulder.

“What did he do?”

“He saw me wearing your scarf from the other night and started getting all… jealous… possessive.”

“Well. He hates my guts, so I’m not surprised.”

“I know. I know.” I sniffled, “It’s just… I don’t know. I thought I could be friends with both of you without getting caught in the middle of whatever dick measuring contest you have going on.”

He chuckled, his shoulders bobbing as he did so,

“I wouldn’t be so upset but-” I cut myself off as I felt another sob bubbling in my throat, “but-”

Steve rested his head on top of mine, an encouragement to keep going.

“Matty saw us fighting…”

“And he…” I smiled sadly to myself, “He put himself between Billy and I and nearly pushed Billy on his ass.”

“Go Matty!” Steve cheered.

“I don’t know… he just… with my parent's divorce-”

“Dead horse.” Steve corrected, forcing me to let out a soft laugh.

“He just…. He said that we sounded like my parents when they were fighting.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. Ouch.” I chuckled to myself, “He… he just looks up to Billy, you know? And… I don’t know… I guess I just thought he had found a good role model. Lord knows mom and dad aren’t good examples.”

“He’s got me. Jonathan. The other boys.”

“I know. And I am so thankful for you guys. But he just formed such a quick bond with Billy.”

“To be honest, Matty’s the only person I haven’t seen Billy be an absolute dick to. Maybe he does have some standards as to who he torments.”

“I just… I feel like a shitty friend for not listening to you.”

“Hey, no.” Steve reassured, “You’ve got a lot of shit going on right now, you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Thanks for putting up with me, Steve.”

“Yeah, well, you’re cute so I decided to keep you around.”

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dont-doubt-dopple · 7 years ago

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Not a Couple, I swear

V-Day Fic for @blasteroftheass featuring cute fluffy H2OMoo. And no, I haven’t read Darius’s Fic but I’m 90% sure I’m going to get my heart broken because he’s really good at that and it scares me sometimes. Tissue Box is on standby. But enjoy!

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Word Count: 1645

Prompt: You’re my best friend, and we’re both single for Valentine’s day. Let’s go on a platonic date. What’s the worst that could happen? (Also said by Del pretty early on.)

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Delirious: What are your plans for Valentine’s Day?

Moo: Nothing exciting. I’ve got all the stations playing the Olympics queued up and ready.

Also a lot of Ice Cream for When figure skating comes on

Delirious: Boring!! We should do somethign

Moo: What and why?

Delirious: You’re my best friend, and we’re both single for Valentine’s day. Let’s go on a platonic date. What’s the worst that could happen?

Moo: You “accidentally” set something on fire

Delirious: that was one time

Moo: is there a way I can glare at you through the screen

there have been several intances of that

Delirious: look I admit I’m not perfect

Moo: From any stretch of the imagination

Delirious: but I have a plan

HEY

Moo: 🙂

God I have to turn that setting off

Delirious: okay

so plan

two of us go see Black Panther movie everyone including me is so hyped about

then we kid out with the carnival in town

Moo: Black panther comes out after vday

I know

me and ev have plans to see it opening night

Delirious: fuck!

okay, what movies are out?

15:17 to Paris

The Tom Hanks Meryl Streep one

the new Liam Neeson movie on a train

Proud Mary

Peter Rabbit

Fifty shades freed

Delirious: the last one plz

Moo: but Proud Mary looks soooooo good

plus Marcel would kill me if I didn’t see it

Delirious: it’s Valentine’s Day. We’re going as cheesy as possible

we’re watching the rom com

Moo: Del, no

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Brock wished there was something he had to cover his face. The blush was very apparent in his cheeks as Jonathan talked to the older woman at the ticket counter. A platonic date, he was assured. As the two friends went to see the most romantic movie of the season and Jon was not. Holding back. At all.

He had shown up at the door in a dress shirt and clip on tie (“little dressed for casual, isn’t it?”) with a heart shaped box of chocolates under his arm (“Thanks. But you know this isn’t a romantic date, right?”). Jon had even tried to get Brock to hold hands as they came into the theater (“Platonic, Jon. Are you sure you know what that means?”). It was a little over the top, considering they were two friends going out because they had nothing else to do today.

“Two tickets to Fifty Shades Freed.” The woman said, handing the tickets to Brock. “Theater 5 on your left. Just remember, be mindful of other patrons if you do decide to become … intimate during the film.”

“Oh, we’re not …” Brock began to say, trying to gesture to himself and Jon. But the other man had already run off to get onto the concessions line, determined to get as many sugary snacks before Brock could get there. “We’re just friends.”

“Standard procedure, sir. We have to do this for every romantic movie.” She smiled, but Brock didn’t have to worry if she truly meant it. Jon was already coming toward him, candy snacks piled in his arms.

“I got you your favorite.” He said guiltily, passing over a package of M&Ms Brock’s way. Brock didn’t budge, the disapproving motherly look still on his face.

“I told you before, only one sugary snack, popcorn and maybe a soda.”

“Well, you left me unsupervised. And that’s kinda your fault.”

“You’re an adult, Jonathan. You should not need my supervision.”

“We both know that I fail at adulting.” Jonathan refuted. Brock sighed. If there was one thing he had learned from their friendship, it was that Jonathan could not be argued out of something he believed in. Arguably very frustration at times for the Mom friend, especially when he knew he was right.

“Fine. But don’t blame me if you end up throwing up at the carnival.” Jonathan nods furiously, before Brock grabs his wrist and drags him toward the ticket guy. It’s an older gentleman again, and Brock tries to hold back his eye roll.

“Tickets please?” Brock hands the guy the two tickets, and he hands the stubs back equally as fast. “Enjoy the show.” The man’s voice is flat, clearly eyeing the two with contempt.

“We’re not boyfriends, just guy friends.” Brock assures him, before Jonathan jumps in.

“Brosexual, if you will.”

“Not helping.”

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“I told you. You wouldn’t believe me, but I told you.”

“Shuch up!!” Jonathan yells in response, before beginning to feeling queasy again. He leaned once more over the bucket they had found, letting the contents of his stomach go once more. Brock patted him on the back, making sure none of the vomit got on him. The smell of food around him didn’t help, buttered popcorn and funnel cakes drifting toward their noses.

“Is … he okay?” Brock turned to face the girl who asked him. The teen is extremely pale, like she went on too many rides as well. Her auburn hair was messily tied back, and black glasses still lay loosely in her sweatshirt pocket.

“He just went on too many rides, that’s all.”

“Ditto.”

“I blame you.” Jon stated, using a nearby napkin to wipe excess vomit. “You made me go on all those rides after eating that pretzel.”

“No. After the pretzel I specifically said, ‘Jon, we should take a break. You’re going to throw up if you keep going on all the spinny rides.’ To which you responded, ‘You can’t tell me what to do.’, before going on all the rides.”

“You should have been taking better care of me then.”

“I am not your mom!”

“You are the mom friend. Does that count?” Brock hears the girl besides them giggle at their bickering.

“You guys are honestly couple goals.”

“Platonic!” Brock refutes, clearly getting flustered at the topic again. “Look .. look it up. In the dictionary.”

“Sorry. Geez, didn’t mean to hit a sore spot.”

“KATIE!!”

“Coming Mom!” The girl shouted, slipping on her glasses before walking toward the rest of her family. Brock sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. Why did people assume he and Jon were on a date?

“Can I have a teddy bear?” Jon blurted out, “Not like one of the tiny ones, but the big ones that you win at the games. Can you win me one?”

“Jon, you know I don’t have an athletic bone in my body and my luck is even worse.”

“But I want a TEDDY BEAR!!”

“How about this.” Brock proposed. “I run out to the Walmart shopping center and see if I can find one. While I do that, you can wait in line for the Ferris Wheel. Okay? Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah!” He cheers excitedly. God, he really is an overexcited child.

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“This is was a good day. Did you enjoy it? I enjoyed it.” Jonathan squealed, clutching even harder to the giant bear Brock had gotten him from Babies R’ Us (but don’t tell him that). It took up about a third of the seat, but Jonathan never care. And neither did Brock right now. He was just glad that one of his best friends had managed to drag him out of the house and just enjoy the 14th of February. The smile on his face was genuine as the car they were in stopped right at the top. The view of the lights of the city was breaktaking, even if they weren’t that high up.

“Wow.” Brock breathed, the car swaying back and forth.

“Yeah, It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Beautiful.”

“I just wish I could see the stars.” Jonathan reminisced. “I remember Luke and I would just drive for hours to find this nice quiet place away from the lights and noise of the city. We’d take turns driving while the other goofed around in the back, singing to the radio at the top of out lungs off key. We’d leave at the beginning of the day and just get to the spot around midnight. Both of us would be tired but we’d pull an all nighter just to watch the stars disappear and the sun rise. I miss that. The two of us for three days.” Brock didn’t say anything, just tried to formulate words as the wheel started up again, pulling the view away from them.

“Why didn’t you guys do that this year?” He finally asked.

“He met Genay. And while I love her, I really do, it’s just don’t have that much time to hang out with him anymore. I just … I needed to get out of the house and do something. Sorry, if this is making you think I think you any less or you were just my second choice. You’re one of my best friends, if not the best. Just .. yeah.”

The two sat in silence the rest of the ride, which wasn’t long. Brock kept replaying Del’s confession in his head, trying to remedy what his friend had told him. And when the two had gotten off the wheel, Delirious was clinging to his teddy even tighter than before.

“Hey, Jonathan?” Moo spoke finally as the two headed toward the exit, the night getting late and Jon’s eyes struggling to stay open. “How about next Valentine’s Day, if the two of us are still single, we take a road trip?”

“Where to?”

“Oh, I was thinking maybe the middle of nowhere.” Jonathan’s eyes widened, and before Brock knew it he was being lifted into the air via Delirious’ hug.

“OMG YES!!! BEST VALENTINE’S DAY OF MY LIFE!!!”

“Best Valentine’s Day of your life so far.” Both men smiled, having a feeling the comedic remark was going to hold true. That next year was going to be even better.

#h2o delirious #moo snuckel #h2omoo #platonic date #bbs #banana bus squad #fanfic #dopple work #may have snuck myself in there #oops #enjoy Darius #vdaybbsevent

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letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked · 7 years ago

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Accidents Happen (Episode 6/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: Little fun fact: the cologne I mention is Tom Ford Neroli Portofino and I thought it was funny because Tony Stark mentions wearing a Tom Ford suit in CA:CW! LOL!

Warnings: Panic attack, teen pregnancy, swears, angst, etc.

Masterlist // Accidents Happen Masterlist

“Dad?” Tony asked, shocked, “What the hell do you mean, ‘Dad’?”

You couldn’t answer him.

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t breathe.

The only thing you could feel was the terror and pain that monster had caused you. The memories that you had – apparently – repressed. You had only remembered the arguing, the fighting, and the violence directed at your mother…

You didn’t remember them being directed at you, but you could see his face in your memories. The memories that were bubbling under the surface were not the good ones that you had previously remembered. They weren’t the ice cream dates that he had brought you to. They weren’t of him bringing you a teddy bear on valentine’s day, or a chocolate egg on Easter.

They were memories of a monster with your father’s face.

“Do it!” Your father would scream at you, holding a gun to your head. “Heal it!”

“I can’t, Daddy, I can’t!” You’d cry – shaking – holding a broken, tiny mouse in your little hands.

“Do it, or I shoot!”

“Daddy, please!” You sobbed, cradling the mouse to your chest in terror, “I don’t know how!”

BANG!

You screamed, jumping back as a bullet hit the wall - right next to your head.

Suddenly, you could feel the warm, tingling sensation that happened any time you used your ability, and the little mouse was shivering in your hands. It was going to be okay. You had healed its wounds.

“Very good, baby girl. Well done.” He would sneer. “Go get ready and daddy will take you out for some ice cream.”

You felt your body swing around, as Peter moved the chair. There was anxiety laced within his voice, “Y/n, baby, talk to me!”

Your hand flew to your chest. Your breath was stuck in your throat. Your head was starting to swim with lack of oxygen. You felt your heart palpitating in your chest. The pins and needles in your fingers and toes. You were pulled forward, into Peter’s chest and onto the floor. You couldn’t hear him, but you could feel him. His hands were shaking, but they were holding you tightly against his warm body – pulling you onto his lap. One hand was pinning your body to his chest, and the other one was running up and down your back, like he did any time you cried.

His voice sounded like it was underwater, but you could hear him talking to you, “Baby, you need to breathe. Calm down. Listen to my voice. Y/n, please. Calm down.” He turned your head, pressing your ear against his chest, “L-listen to my heartbeat. Concentrate. Come on.”

Suddenly, you felt the usual fluttering of your child inside your belly.

The baby!

Everything came into focus.

You could hurt the baby! Breathe! Properly, goddammit! You focused on the feel of your baby in your belly. Every little twitch, every little movement. You focused on the arms, pinning you to Peter’s chest. You counted his heartbeats, trying to slow your breathing. You felt yourself able to breathe, again. The pain was still there, but you could breathe.

You moved your arms, burying yourself into the safe warmth of Peter’s chest. You could smell the light scent from the Tom Ford cologne you bought him for Christmas, and the smell of your laundry detergent. It was calming you down, a little more. You always loved how he smelled. Your arms wrapped around his middle, and you pulled yourself as close as you could with your belly in the way.

Then, the hysterics began.

The sobs that racked your body were a sound that you didn’t recognize. All you could see was the memories. All you could feel was the terror. You couldn’t get it to stop. All you could do was try to focus on Peter’s voice in your ear, the feel of his chest raising and falling, and the smell of him.

“Shhh. Y/n.” His lips were pressed against your hair, whispering near your ear. “Take deep breaths. He can’t hurt you. He’s contained. That cell is made for Banner, when he turns green. He can’t get to you. He doesn’t even know you’re here.”

“H-he will.” You sob, tears soaking his sweatshirt. “He’s g-going t-to hu-hurt me, again.”

“Anyone else confused, right now?” Tony’s voice came from behind you, “Because I’m lost.”

Peter tensed, arms wrapping around you tighter. He whispered in your ear, “You don’t have to tell them, if you don’t want to.” One hand moved to your belly, and the other was still firmly wrapped around your body. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Has it passed?”

You sniffed, nodding after a deep breath, “y-yeah.” You pulled back, laying your hand on top of his, “It passed. I-I’m okay. Baby’s okay. Still kicking my bladder, in there.”

He brought his hands up to your face, thumbs brushing the tears away. His eyes were still a little wild, but he sagged in relief. He pulled you up, helping you sit in the chair and handing you a bottle of water, “Drink this.” You took a small sip, and he sighed, “Babe, you need to drink more than that.”

You heard the door to the meeting room open, and Dr. Cho came in with a frazzled looking Bruce. “Miss Y/L/n. I’m just going to check your vitals, quick, okay?” She walked over, setting a bag down on the table and pulling out a stethoscope and other doctor equipment.

“In the meantime,” Tony said, sitting in the same chair from before, “What the hell just happened?”

“That’s my dad.” You said quietly, flinching at the tightness of the blood pressure cuff Cho was currently inflating. “I haven’t seen him since I was seven.”

“You’re telling me that this man,” Tony waved an arm to the screen that you refused to look at, “is your father? Why the hell is he not on your birth certificate?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head, taking another swig of the water and leaning your head against the back of the chair – exhausted. “He knows about me. He’s the reason I am the way I am.” You turned to Peter with watery eyes, “I remember, now.”

He leaned down, kissing the crown of your head in comfort.

“What can you tell us about him?” Steve asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs at the front of the room, “Did you know he was HYDRA?”

“No. I didn’t know.” You shook your head, “But I knew that he was bad. He used to-” You stopped, clamping your eyes shut and grabbing Peter’s hand, “He used t-to hold a g-gun to my head… To make me train my ability.” Peter’s hand tightened, and you kept going. “I think I repressed a lot of it, because I only remembered him being awful towards my mom. Then, when I saw his picture, it all sort of came back.”

“That happens.” Bucky said from the chair behind you, “It happens to me, sometimes, about my time with HYDRA.”

“Where did you guys find him?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to really know.

“Near Montauk, New York.” Steve replied. He had been in New York? “He was trying to transport weapons from sailboats to a ship waiting a few miles from the coast.”

“Now he’s here?” You asked, feeling calmer. Numb. Exhausted.

“Why don’t I bring you back to the apartment?” Peter asks, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, “The stress can’t be good for the baby.”

“I need to-” You felt tears leak out, again. “I need to talk to my mom. I need my mom. She needs to know.”

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You felt a sense of déjà vu as you stood outside the door to your old, decrepit apartment with Clint and Peter. It felt the same as the day that you told your mother you were getting emancipated, and packed what little things you had in that apartment. She had not taken that very well. You just hoped that she would listen to what you had to say, now.

“Yeah?” Your mom answered the door, looking worse for the wear. Her hair was greasy, face pale, and her robe barely covered how skinny she was getting. “Y/N? What the hell do you want?”

You looked down, swallowing down your nerves, “We need to talk.”

“About what?” She snapped, pulling her robe tighter, “About how you abandoned me?”

“Dad’s back.”

Her face turned white, eyes wide in shock. “No. That can’t be.” She opened the door wider, staggering over to the couch and picking up a bottle of something clear. She took a swig, “Where is he?”

“He’s being held prisoner by The Avengers.” You replied. “He’s part of a bad organization.”

“How do you know all this?” Her hands were shaking as she pushed her greasy hair from her face.

“I work with them.” You sat down on the other end of the couch, “I work in Med Bay at the Avengers tower.”

She shook her head. “Bullshit. Don’t fucking lie to me. I know about your little secret.” She took another swig. “They wouldn’t accept you, otherwise.”

“Hey, now.” Clint defended, “She’s one of the smartest kids I know.”

“Obviously not.” Your mom rolled her eyes, gesturing to your swollen belly, “Got herself knocked up, didn’t she?”

“Anyways.” You cut them off, “So you know about me? When did you know?”

“I’ve always known.” She waved you off, “I’m your mother.”

What the fuck? How the fuck? She never said anything. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, confused, “How did you know?”

She leaned back into the couch, pulling her feet up. “You used to heal me, you know.” She smiled to herself, “When your father would go into one of his rages and would… You would come into my room, after. You would come snuggle up next to me, and run your hands over any wounds I had. I felt this warmth, and they would just…heal.” A small tear leaked out of her eye, “I think that’s why your father used to be like that, to me. To make you heal me. He was never like that when I married him.”

“I don’t remember that.” You frowned, “I don’t remember a lot of things.”

“I paid good money to keep it that way.” She grabbed a pack of smokes from the coffee table, lighting one up and blowing it away from you. “You shouldn’t be trying to undo it. It won’t be pretty.”

You could feel Peter twitching about her smoking around you, “Mom. I’m pregnant. Wait to smoke until I leave.”

She shook her head, taking one last drag before stubbing it out.

“What do you mean you paid good money to keep it that way?” Clint asked. “What did you do?”

“There was this professor.” She started, crossing her arms. “A good man in a wheelchair. He said that he could help me make her forget.” She shrugged, waving a hand in your direction. “Obviously, that didn’t work, and I wasted my time and money.”

“Why did you blame me?” You asked, needing to know the answer to the question you’d always wondered. “Why did you say it was my fault that we left?”

“You were the reason.” She huffed, “He tried to sell you to some guy named Pierce.”

“Alexander Pierce?” Clint asked, lines forming on his brow in confusion. “He tried to sell her to HYDRA?”

“I don’t know.” Your mom sighed, running a hand through her hair, “I left before anything could happen and hid us.”

This was too much information to take in. You were officially overwhelmed. You needed time to process all this information. “Peter, can you take me home, now? I need to go lie down.”

He nodded, pulling you up from the couch. His hand went to the small of your back, leading you around the coffee table.

“You may hate me.” Your mom said, staring down at the bottle with a sad look on her face, “I don’t care. I tried to save you as best as I could. Even if I have been a piece of shit mother, and I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“I know, mom.” You sighed, leaning into Peter. “I wish things could be different.”

With that, you walked out the door

You woke to the sound of a phone blaring on the night stand.

“Babe.” Peter groaned next to you, shaking your shoulder, gently. “That one’s yours.”

You looked over at the clock. 3:34 AM. Who the fuck is calling a pregnant woman at this fucking hour? You slid the little answer key over without looking at your phone, putting it up to your ear. “Hello?” You answered confused, voice thick with sleep.

“Y/N!” It was Natasha. She sounded like she was in the middle of a shootout. You could hear gunfire, and Natasha’s strained breathing. You sat up immediately, slapping peter awake. “You need to have Peter bring you and May somewhere safe. Now.”

“What? Why? What’s happened?” The alarm in your voice had Peter sitting up, immediately, “Are you in a fight, right now? Natasha?”

You were not prepared for Natasha’s response.

“Sean Morris has escaped.”

Episode 7

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savetheblackpaladin · 7 years ago

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Can I get an emergency ask of the paladins saving S/O from an abusive relationship and them falling for each other? Don't worry about doing this if you don't have time, I'm just looking for some paladin love to get through a tough spot. Thank you

Shit hon, I hope you’re doing ok! I’ll be sending good vibes and mental hugs your way, since I can’t do petty revenge over the net. I hope your situation works out with as little trauma as possible

Shiro

now he’s not a man to go after somone else’s S/O, but he’s still drawn to your side

he’s very content to be besties, or at least very close friends

even if his heart is telling him he wants more

but when he finds out your current relationship is abusive? He’s fucking pissed and filled with a self-righteous fury and it’s only the thought of you getting caught in the middle that stops him from stomping over to beat the ever living shit outta them

so he makes it a point to hang out with you as much as he can, being your human shield

if he witnesses any sort of abuse he quickly shuts that shit down. nuh-uh, not in front of him. no fucking way

and if your current s/o starts trying to hide it, Shiro will call them out the moment he finds out

ends up finally confessing to you not longer after becoming your impromptu knight in shining armor

he’s sobbing but it’s mostly because he knows you absolutely deserve better. And he may be biased but he honestly thinks you deserve the world and even if it’s not with him, he just wants you to be happy

and he’s ecstatic when you tell him you like him back because now? Now he can do something rather than just be a buffer

offers for you to stay with him if you need to. as a safe place.

if you don’t want that then he’s still gonna be like a guard dog, staying around as long as he can. just in case.

absolutely is present when you tell your ex it’s over. he’s not gonna argue for you, but he’s gonna be your threatening support.

you know you’re safe as long as Shiro is around

afterwords he just takes you back to his place and rolls you up in a comfy blanket, holding you and murmuring words of encouragement about how strong you are, and how much you deserve to be happy

he rubs your back and his hands through your hair until you can fall asleep

your peaceful face fills him with sorrow and happiness; he’s so mad and upset that you’ve had to survive an abusive relationship, but he’s here now to show you how a proper relationship works. you call the shots here.

your ex is a fight-on-sight for Shiro. but only if you’re not around. he doesn’t ever want you to see him be violent. in case he triggers some form of PTSD for you.

the most supportive and sweet man

your sweet vengeful angel, really

Hunk

he knows you’re in an abusive relationship and he hates it, he hates it so much

wants to burst in and punch your s/o and then pick you up over the shoulder and walk out like a bamf.

like he puts on shades and there’s an explosion behind him

and then there’s confetti and a parade with victorious music

he’s daydreamed about this a lot

he can’t do anything you don’t want him to, so he settles for being your best friend. the number one supportive mom friend who’s always available for you

he’s so easy to talk to. and he never makes you feel guilty about anything.

he’s clearly very angry when you talk about the abuse, but he always thinks about you, what you need from him.

doesn’t mince words though. turns out Hunk curses when he’s angry.

“Yeah, that’s gaslighting and it’s abusive as fuck.”

“They did what? Ok, not cool. You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry they’re shitty and insecure and take everything out on you.”

“You want to know what I think? I think you need to fucking leave. That’s what I think. I’ve thought about it at length, Y/n.”

“You’re your own person, Y/n. They aren’t allowed to control everything you do.”

One day he realizes that he’s taking everything extremely personally because he loves you

“...I would never treat Y/n like that. They deserve homemade breakfast, flowers, teddy bears with chocolates, and gentle kisses. I would make them feel cherised, and loved and...Oh my quiznack...I love Y/n.”

he might be worried that his feelings might scare you off, but he’s always going on and on about honesty so he can’t be a hypocrite now

tells you his feelings after picking you up after a particularly hard fight.

after you’ve calmed down and realize you’re in a safe place, of course

he didn’t mean to tell you, it just kind of burst out when he was hugging you that he loves you. no tact this man.

there’s a panic moment before you tell him you love him too and then he’s ecstatic because he’s gonna be your Disney Prince, of sorts...

like with the Balmera, Hunk has no time to waste. he needs you safe and sound, and he needs it now. everything gets put on hold.

he’s calling everyone else for support and before you know it you’ve got all of team Voltron supporting you as you prepare to break it off with your abusive s/o

you feel undefeatable with Hunk at your side (and it helps that everyone else is around too.)

as you’re leaving Hunk decides to have a few words with your ex. In private. He doesn’t tell you what he said, but you never see them again and Hunk is pretty smug

isn’t above petty revenge. he in canon killed someone for tailgating, man

might have put sand in their gas tank. when you have an alibi of course. in case ‘McDouche’ tries to press charges. Hunk puts you first, even in his revenge

they got plants outside? well now they’re dead. salt bitch.

loudly talking shit about them when he sees them in public

probably routinely leaves flaming dog poop around

might have seriously contemplated giving them a serious punch to the face. but decided they weren’t worth potential jail time. or possibly making you feel uncomfortable.

Keith

ok, probably handles things the worst

no fucking joke the moment he finds out you’re in an abusive relationship he’s all action

straight up just bursts into your s/o’s home and proceeds to beat them up. now you know why Keith got expelled from the garrison.

unless they’re female, then he’ll at least restrain his fists and just yell at them. getting in her face and just going off

he tells them to never go near you again, they aren’t worthy. You deserve better than them and they should count their lucky stars that he cares about you enough to not put them in the hospital.

and of course you’re floored and kind of scared because Keith was terrifying

he realizes that he may have made things worse just a little too late

but he’s in for it now so he just, “Get your things y/n. You’re done with this asshat.”

he lets you collect things on your own. he’s content to watch over your ex. they don’t get to speak. they lost that right the moment they thought they could hurt you.

Keith apologizes to you vehemently the moment he’s got you in his car.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. That was probably really wrong of me and I know that but I couldn’t just let you suffer for a moment longer with that-that thing. You’re too precious to me and I....I know this is inappropriate, b-but I think I love you? B-but I totally understand if you never want to see me again after this because I ju--”

You shut him up with a tight hug

he doesn’t even know that you daydreamed about him saving you for a while now.

you didn’t let yourself entertain the idea that he felt the same way

Keith is a good nugget though

he doesn’t rush you. at all. he’s determined to let you have some time as a single person before rushing straight into another relationship

but his feelings for you never waiver and he’s content to let you call the shots. He’s just feels lucky to be able to be in your presence.

oh no, he’s got it bad

Lance

this boy, this boy falls fast and he falls hard but he respects that you’re in a relationship

but he’s still flirty, not like over the line though. more like, he’s absolutely down if you ever become single

and he ends up becoming like, a best friend. the ride or die friend.

and somewhere between the late night text comfort sessions and wiping away your years, he fell in love

realizes that he has to tell you. you deserve to know.

wasn’t expecting you to like him back

“Wait--what? But, you’re with whatstheirface? I-I don’t understand?”

then you have to tell him more about your current relationship, and about how abusive it is

and oh, HELL NO.

Lance is pissed, so pissed. because his momma and poppa raised him to respect his partners and you don’t deserve that--that monster!

he’s offended for both of you

“Ok listen, I’m gonna get you out of this. But we need some help.”

His plan? He’s gonna show up on a white horse, use it to kick your s/o in the face. pull you up onto the horse one handed. make the horse rear while the sun sets spectacularly behind you, and ride off into the night.

but he doesn’t have a horse.

so new plan. You and Lance sneak over to their place, get any stuff you might have. Switch the locks for giggles while Shiro and Keith stand guard.

Hunk finds their car and slashes 3 tires while Pidge makes sure no video feeds have proof it was him. 3 tires bc then the insurance won’t pay for it.

Lance then uses your phone to call your current s/o to let them know that under no uncertain terms where they ever to contact you again, the abusive bastard. then there’s some more ranting in spanish where Lance continues to call them out until he runs out of creative names

and don’t worry about your ex trying to get back at you. Lance spends every moment he can with you, he’s a Paladin for Voltron’s sake, he’s gonna protect you

also he has everyone on speed dial in case he needs help

brings you flowers weekly, takes you out on dates all the time

he’s determined to make you feel like his princess

because as far as Lance is concerned, every moment spent with you is a gift

Pidge

a simple girl. but doesn’t fall in love right away. she’s just a friend for a while, someone you can chill with every once in a while

until she happens to randomly notice your s/o being abusive then they think no one is around

“Hey Chucklefuck! What the hell was that?!”

She’s furious, she’s yelling at them and not letting them defend themselves. No turning this around on you, because she saw the whole thing.

then she turns to you and asks if you’re gonna be ok. because she is there for you. absolutely, 100%.

from then on Pidge is your go-to. She’s always making you feel better and helping you realize that you don’t deserve any of the bad shit that’s happening to you

she’s tiny and angry but vehemently supportive

at some point you both realize you like each other more than friends, but what do you do?

Pidge takes off her glasses, “Well it’s simple really,” she puts them back on, “We kill them.”

What?

“Nah, I’m kidding. Well, half kidding.”

Her ideal plan? A snap of the two of you with the caption “I stole ur bae, bitch bye”

buuuut, that’s probably not good for closure. so she opts to be your support for confronting your s/o

she stands there angrily, glaring daggers as they try to defend themselves

she can only hold her tongue for so long and when they start shifting the blame to you she snaps

she’s up in their face, not caring about how tiny she is because “there is no way on God’s green Earth that I am letting your abusive ass hurt Y/n. You. Fucking. Monster!”

continues to defend you and yell at your now official ex, not letting them get a single word in edgewise because they don’t deserve to

she’s absolutely livid until you both leave, happy to have the whole ordeal done and over with.

then she kisses you on the cheek, offers you her arm, and is now determined to be a proper girlfriend

might routinely dox your ex and write letters to their employers about what a piece of shit they are. for giggles.

#seriously babe #i've never cursed anyone #but i bitch is willing #i aint got time for abusive asshats #emergency ask #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #pidge gunderson #Anonymous

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