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Mother Knows Best (Star is Rapunzel AU)

A/N: Next up is Tangled!!

Summary: A series of one-shots and multi-chapters proving why Star Butterfly should be considered a Disney Princess, as Star and company take over the roles of all your favorite Disney Princess characters! (Starco inevitable)

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Disclaimer: Star vs and all its characters are owned by Daron Nefcy and Disney. Tangled belongs to Disney. All rights go to their respective owners.

This is the story of how I died.... oh wow, sorry, that was way more intense then I thought it was going to be. D-Don't stop reading! This is actually a really fun story, I swear!

Marrrrcoooo, hurry up!! Get to the part about me already!

Umm, right, sorry Star. Okay, let's see, where was I? *ahem* Once upon a time....

Ugh, boring! Do you want to put the readers to sleep? Start off by telling them something really cool, something that's gonna draw them in. Like a... a monster fight!

Hey, who's telling this story here?

Sorry.

Okay anyways, this is the story of a beautiful young princess with magic golden hair that had the power to heal the sick and wounded-

That's me!

Star, shhh! For years, she lived locked away in a tower, hidden deep in the woods, kept there by an evil and controlling woman, who wanted nothing more than to horde the girl's gift for herself.

Yeah, cause she's a meanie!!

That and so she could live forever.

And also cause she's a meanie.

And the name of this princess was Rapunzel... I mean, Starunzel! Ugh, I mean Star.

Geez, Marco. You really don't know what you're doing, do you?

No, I'm sorry.

Aw, that's okay. How about we just start by showing what happened the day we first met so we don't confuse the readers anymore than we already have.

Yeah okay, that sounds good.

Great!

Soooo, how do we do that exactly?

Simple. We use the mystic and magical page break.

Page wha-

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Star was excited, practically racing through her chores that morning, cleaning every inch of the well-kept tower she called home. What would normally take her fifteen minutes to complete, today only took her a mere ten, which was quite the accomplishment for her dragging around seventy feet of long, blond, and sometimes unruly hair wherever she went. Though the downside of this was of course, that she now had the rest of the day to herself with literally nothing to do forcing her to find some other way to fight off the horrible enemy she was in almost constant battle with...boredom, but today she didn't really mind too much, her excitement over the special day helping to keep her mind occupied.

Once she was finished with the last of the cleaning, she looked around at the neat and tidy room in satisfaction, grinning with pride as every last inch of the tower seemed to be sparkling. “There, perfect, if I do say so myself,” she said boastfully, adding, “which I do.” She giggled at her own joke, while putting away her broom.

“Hey Janna!” she called to the ceiling of the tower, which was dark and not very well-lit. “Jan! Come on Janna, wake up,” she tried again, with still no reply. She frowned, before grabbing a strand of blond hair, flinging it out like some sort of lasso, where it wrapped around a lever that was normally just out of reach for her. She gave her hair a yank, pulling the lever down and opening up one of the windows above, lighting up the scaffolding of the tower, as well as the small purple bat currently snoozing up there.

Janna flinched as her small, fluffy body was encased in the hideous light, keeping her eyes glued shut, as she wrapping her wings tightly around herself to shield her from the intense beams, before going back to sleep. Star blinked, before groaning as her only friend ignored her, her cheeks puffing up cutely in anger. She wasted no time as she grabbed a bigger strand of hair and threw it up toward the beam the small bat was sleeping under. It flew over the beam before wrapping around the beam next to it, Star now able to use her hair as a rope as she climbed her own blond locks up to where Janna slept.

Once she was next to her animal friend, she gently poked her with her finger over and over again waiting for a reaction, a wide smile spread across her face. “Come on, sleepyhead,” she said softly, as she tried to gently awaken her bat friend.. “Wakey-wakey.”

Finally, Janna sighed, unfolding her wings and giving her a blank and tired stare, clearly wanting to know why she was being woken up so early in the morning. “Now don't give me that look, Janna,” Star defended herself, seeing the intent behind her friend's piercing green eyes. “It's not my fault you stayed up all night.” She crossed one arm across her chest, while the other still had to be dedicated to holding onto her hair to keep from falling, turning away from the bat with a pout, closing her eyes and refusing to look at her.

But after a few seconds, she slowly peeked open an eye and could see out of the corner of her eye that the look on the bat's face persisted, a small scowl on her fuzzy features. Star groaned in exasperation, before angrily stating, “Okay fine! I know you sleep during the day and everything, but c'mon, tomorrow is my birthday and I don't want to spend it all alone.” She gave the bat a pouting look, her lip quivering cutely knowing Janna couldn't resist the stare she had spent the last fourteen years perfecting.

Janna gave a small huff, rolling her green eyes before flying off of her perch and to the floor with a look of annoyance.

“Yay!” Star cheered, pumping a fist into the air, as she slid down her hair to the ground, excited her friend would be with her on the very big day. Once she was on the ground, she asked her friend, “So what should we do first?” She didn't even bother to wait for a reply as she began listing off potential activities to fill time in a nearly sing-song voice. “Playing guitar, knitting, cooking, puzzles, darts, baking, oh I guess that's probably the same as cooking, huh? Haha, umm, well we could also try some pottery or ventriloquy or candle making, I could try painting if I could find a spot that I haven't already painted on. Hmm? Oh, oh, oh, or we could re-re-reread those books I have, what do you think?”

Once she was done, Janna just gave her a one of her bored looks that said, 'I-don't-really-care'.

“Huh, you're right,” Star said thoughtfully. “We'll do them all!” she declared at the top of her lungs, pointing a finger in the air, dramatically.

Janna just sighed again, thinking it was way too early to be doing anything right now.

…

Meanwhile, in the nearby kingdom of Corona, the whole town was teeming with excitement and lively chatter on that lovely morning. Townsfolk were already going about their daily work with more vigor than usual and the streets were filled with the sound of children's laughter and general merriment. Everyone was in high spirit, the air itself practically electrified with jubilant energy, as all were happily anticipating the festival that would be the following day. Preparations had been underway for weeks, streamers and decorations hung up all over the busy streets, fluttering freely in the breeze and proudly showing off the beautiful logo of the kingdom: a purple flag with a bright, golden sun. This served as a constant reminder to the townsfolk of what was to come and the anticipation many were feeling was close to bursting at this point.

But one such individual was free of any feelings of merriment that plagued the rest of the kingdom, as he looked down on the people below with an impassive look. He was more focused on the work that had to be done to care about some silly festival and besides he would be long gone by that point.

He stood high on the roof of the large castle in the center of town, keeping a close eye on the guards that patrolled the perimeter, none the wiser to the teen's presence and he smiled to himself. Idiots. He took a moment from his precarious position to stretch, mentally and physically preparing himself for what was about to happen, letting out a calming breath. The boy had tanned skin and brown, spiked hairs (which he kept styled at all times) brown eyes and a mole just under his left cheek. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a red vest over on top of it and a brown belt hugging his mid-section firmly. The sleeves were rolled up to above his elbows on his shirt and a satchel hung loosely over his shoulder. He had on light brown pants, which were tucked into black, hunting boots.

A gentle breeze blew up against him, causing a shiver to crawl up his spine which he ignored. It was bound to happen being this high up. All he had to say was thank goodness he didn't have a fear of heights. Behind him, he heard a strangled squeak and he turned to see his two accomplices behind him, one tall and thin and the other short and fat. The thin one was tightly hugging his partner in a death grip, shaking as he looked at the ground below. “Do we have to be this high up?” the teen asked in a nasally voice.

“Can't be helped, Alfonso,” the boy in red shrugged. “This is the easiest way in. The higher up we are the less the guards look.”

“Marco's right, Al,” the third boy, Ferguson, agreed, pushing his friend off of him, causing him to shriek in fear and Marco cringed, glad they were too high up to be heard by the passing guards. “The last thing we need is to get caught stealing from royalty,” the chubby one added.

“Yeah and with that in mind we better hurry, just in case someone does happen to look up and see us,” the thief in red, Marco Diaz, said, before he recklessly jumped off the side of the roof, sliding down its tiled side and landing on the side of one of the towers with a barely audible thud. Ferguson followed quickly after, with an anxious and fear stricken Alfonso following hesitantly after, trying to ignore the long, fatal fall beneath him.

The three boys began making their way slowly and carefully around the side of the tower, leaping from tower to tower, Marco in the lead of his friends, jumping and maneuvering his way around expertly. This wasn't his first time stealing from another person, but his was the biggest and most satisfying job of his criminal career. If he pulled this job off right he would be set for life, even after splitting it three ways with his cohorts.

He did question bringing these two along, their skills as thieves not anything too impressive, but he couldn't pull this job off on his own and they were the only ones he trusted enough to help him, knowing anyone else would stab him in the back and take off with the goods in a heartbeat. He was the one who had gotten them into this life after all, asking them to tag along with him on jobs when he had been just getting his start as a thief. He could tell that they weren't too interested in it in the same way he was, going along with his schemes more out of obligation from being his friends than actual want to engage in criminal acts. Still, they never turned down any of his offers and this job was no different, so he was fine with cutting the share with his two long-time partners.

The three finally reached their desired destination, Alfonso at this point panting and shuddering all over with fear. Marco and Ferguson quickly opened a small hatch in the roof, revealing the throne room, where about a dozen guards stood around a small pedestal. On it lay the object the three thieves had been seeking, the lost princess's crown, lying preserved and safe on a soft, purple pillow. It was made of pure gold, intricately crafted with white diamond's embedded into its top, as well as several rubies that made up the bottom half of the priceless prize.

Marco took a moment to marvel at the beautiful crown, while his two companions began tying a long, thick rope down beside him. He released a slow, breathy sigh, still unable to look away from the golden headpiece. But he was quickly pulled back into the moment as he felt Ferguson and Alfonso now tying the other end of the rope around his waist. He lifted up his arms allowing them to do their job much easier and waited patiently for them to finish. The two took their time making sure that the rope would be secure but also cause no discomfort to their friend, tying it as tight as they dared without hurting him.

Once the rope was properly in place, Ferguson and Alfonso began lowering Marco down into the throne room, making sure to keep a firm and steady hold on the rope as the thief was inched closer and closer to his prize. Marco took slow, even breaths, trying to stay as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert any of the guards to his presence. The large chamber was so unnervingly silent that if a pin were to suddenly drop Marco was sure it would startle every guard in the room. He honestly wondered how someone could tolerate being in the room all day, every day, as their source of earning. It seemed awfully boring. And to the adventurous, thrill-seeking Marco that was like a fate worse than death.

The young thief quickly pushed aside his racing thoughts, focusing instead on the guards themselves, his highly trained eye on alert for any notable or abnormal movements from the bunch that would indicate that they had been discovered. But the guards around him were none the wiser to his presence, their backs to the young thief as their eyes alertly scanned only directly in front of them.

Finally, the boy in red came to a sudden and jerky stop, the pedestal and crown now only a few inches below him and easily within arms reach. He smiled to himself, but made sure to keep a weary eye on the guards as he quickly snatched up the crown, before tucking it safely away in his satchel. So far so good, he thought to himself, giving the rope a tug to let them know to pull him up. We might actually pull this off without a hitch.

But it seemed the boy had spoken (or rather 'thought') too soon, as he heard a small yell of none other than Alfonso, which sounded like a bombshell going off in the once deafening silence of the throne room, every guard jumping at the echoing noise. Before Marco could react, the boy felt the rope go slack and he was suddenly sent catapulting downward, as they boys above him, for whatever reason, lost their hold. Marco felt his stomach drop and he let out a small yell himself, as his body rushed toward the ground. He crashed into the pedestal on the way down, knocking to over, where it hit the floor with a loud bang.

Somehow, Marco was saved from the same happening to him, as Ferguson and Alfonso must have gotten a hold of the rope again, as he was yanked to a stop, his face near centimeters from the ground, the tips of his bangs touching the tiled floor. But all the commotion, of course, attracted a lot of attention, every guard swerving on their heels to see the young criminal suspended precariously from the rope, all of them in shock and disgust at the illegal action that was clearly taking place.

“Hey, stop thief!” one of them shouted angrily, as he and the others gritted their teeth and held out their spears, the sharp tips pointed directly at Marco.

“Pull me up!” Marco shouted above him in a panic, trying to somehow maneuver out of the way of the deadly weapons that now surrounded him on all sides. But the two thieves didn't have to be told twice as they began frantically pulling Marco back up, the dangling thief in just seconds out of the guards (and more importantly their spears) reach and he let a sigh of relief. The guards watched helpless as the intruder was hauled back onto the roof, their anger growing as they shouted up at him, while several ran to go get reinforcements.

Once Marco's was safely back on the roof with his two friends and his feet were once again planted on solid ground, he shot a glare at the two, demanding in a breathless and nerve-wracked tone, “What the heck was that?! Why'd you drop me, now the whole castle knows we're here?!” He began working on untying the thick and intricate knots, tugging relentlessly at the coarse rope in frustration.

“Sorry, Marco, something landed on my shoulder and it scared me,” Alfonso apologized sheepishly. “But it was totally a spider or something that was about to bite me,” he quickly added in his defense.

“It was a pigeon and no it wasn't,” Ferguson corrected, rolling his eyes at his friend.

Marco's eyes narrowed at the nasally teen. “So you just jeopardized one of the most important jobs of our career over a stupid bird,” Marco said irritably, the annoyance in his stony gaze unmistakable.

“Uh, apparently,” Alfonso muttered guiltily.

The boy in red face-palmed, letting out a infuriated growl as he dragged his hand slowly down his face. But he recovered quickly, as he said to the two in a much calmer tone, “Okay, then, time for 'Plan B'. We need to get out of here and fast. Let's go.”

He left no room for arguing as he began making his way down the castletop with no regard for his safety, more focused on getting away quickly than bothering to take things slow. He hopped from tower to tower and ran across perilous scaffolds without even looking to make sure his feet were in a good position to do so. Ferguson and Alfonso, to their credit, kept up with his quick and reckless pace, though the latter looked terrified the whole time, fighting off the panic attack that was slowly building up inside him.

Eventually the three were able to make it off of the castle, jumping from one of the balcony's onto the roof of one of the nearby houses, Alfonso stumbling slightly and looking paler than a ghost from the long drop. Marco wasted no time though, as he slid down the roof, landing on a nearby awning, doing a flip in the air, before tucking himself into a roll as he hit the stony sidewalk. Ferguson and Alfonso, on the other hand, carefully made their way over to the side of the building, dropping down onto the awning, before sliding down the poles using them to hold the thing up.

Marco rose to his feet, waiting until his companions were both down before leading them into a race through town, several guards already racing out of the gates of the castle and chasing after them, spears in hand. Marco dodged his way around the traffic on the streets, civilians screaming and frantically moving out of the way to avoid being knocked over, in total confusion and disarray over what was happening around them.

Soon the gates to the city were in sight, the bridge that would lead them into the forest and their freedom within reach. Marco smiled, before slowing his pace enough to allow Ferguson and Alfonso to run past him, knocking a cart of apples over, ignoring the shout of alarm from the seller, causing fruit to tumble into the road behind them. He hoped this would stall the guards long enough to give them enough time to escape.

He was rewarded with the sound of a scream and a crash behind him and the boy picked up his pace even more. As he and his companions ran out of the gates to town and across the long bridge, they all began laughing in victory, all quite overjoyed with their success.

“We did it, guys!” Marco shouted at the top of his lungs. He let out a loud chuckle, before adding, “Today is a very good day!”

…

“Today is a very good day, Janna!” Star stated to her bat friend, one musical montage and several dozen time-wasting activities later, still just as giddy and hyper as earlier. Nothing seemed to be able to deter Star's enthusiasm that day, not even the dreaded clutches of boredom, but unfortunately Star's peppiness was not shared as Janna just lay on the girl's shoulder looking utterly dissatisfied with life. But the young blond didn't notice this either, as she looked up at her newly constructed masterpiece with increased satisfaction. “I mean just look at that beautiful painting, I'm a true artist,” Star bragged proudly, puffing out her chest and striking a dramatic pose. “When mom sees this she'll be sure to let me go see the floating lights.”

Janna's gaze slowly shifted to the picture, not sure if she quite agreed. It was a terrible looking stick version of Star with goofily large eyes looking up at small white dots that Janna assumed were supposed to be the floating lights. And, because it was Star, she had also needlessly added in a lopsided skull and a smudged picture of a spider wearing a top hat floating in the air around her. All in all the pitiful excuse for art looked like it had been drawn by a four year old kid, not a soon to be fifteen year old teenager.

It was almost unbelievable that even after all these years living alone inside a tower with nothing but time to practice Star still hadn't gained even a speck of talent in painting whatsoever and the bat would have bet a fortune that the only thing Star's mother was sure to be when she saw it, was confused. Janna barely understood what she was looking at, there was no way her human friend's mother would know what it was supposed to be, as well.

“Well, what do you think?” Star asked, looking to her only friend in anticipation. This was when she finally took notice of her bat friend's clear difference of opinion, adding shamefacedly, “Uhh, sorry I didn't put you in the picture, too. But I kinda ran out of room.” The nocturnal mammal would have been offended she hadn't been added onto the picture (terrible as it was), if she actually cared. All she wanted was just to go back to sleep, unable to stop thinking of all the precious daylight that was being wasted. So Janna didn't say a word about how awful it looked and what a crime against true artists and art it was, instead she just shrugged and gave her a look that said, We-done-now?

Star sighed dramatically. “Fine, you can go back to napping,” Star said rolling her eyes, unable to believe Janna's lack of enthusiasm in all of this. How could she even consider napping on such a monumental occasion? Didn't she realize how amazing and life-changing this was?

But apparently she didn't, as the purple bat just flew up to the ceiling, hanging upside down from one of the pillars that was still in shadow, tucking her wings around her as she drifted off to sleep. Star tried to contain her disappointment as she muttered more to herself than Janna, “Mom will be back soon anyway. Don't want her to know I've been hiding a pet from her all these years.”

As if on cue, Star heard a call from outside the window, a familiar voice that the blond instantly knew had to be her mother's. “Star! Are you there, dear? Let down your hair, please?”

“Coming mom!” Star yelled, as she raced over to the window, opening the shutters, before looking down at her mother, waiting patiently below. Lady Eclipsa as she was known to be, had poofy teal hair and a flowing purple dress with small black dress shoes.

“Star, you know I don't like being kept waiting,” her mother called up in a warning tone. Star tried not to let this get to her as she hung her hair on a small hook that hung down from the top of the windowsill, before gathering up the rest and quickly flinging it over the side. Her long, blond locks fell gracefully down the entire length of the tower, nearly touching the ground when she was done. Eclipsa moved out of the way to avoid getting hit by the make-shift rope made of her daughter's own incredibly long hair.

Once in reach, Star's mother quickly grabbed the end of the blond locks that were now nearly glowing in the sunlight, and raising it up to be used it as a little foothold for herself. She stepped onto this, before waiting for her daughter to begin pulling her up. And Star wasted no time in doing this, heaving back on her hair and the heavy form that now weighed it down immensely. But Star had had plenty of practice at this and was able to slowly but surely began pulling Eclipsa up the side of the tower, with little to no problem whatsoever, her experience in pulling things up by her hair alone a much more accomplished skill than her artistic ability.

She grunted as she pulled the last bit of distance needed for her mother to step onto the window frame and then safely inside the tower. Star panted heavily as moved to hug her mother, saying in a tired but cheerful voice, “Welcome back, mom.”

Eclipsa though just handed her the basket she had brought back, before stepping past her, not even noticing her daughter's show of affection. “Excellent work, Star. Though I think you could have done that a bit faster, hmm?” her mother commented, as she began gazing at herself in the mirror, messing with her hair to make sure it was still the way she wanted it.

Star looked hurtfully down at the basket for a moment before setting it down on the nearest table, racing over to her mother, hopping up and down on the balls of her feet to try and contain her excitement. She quickly asked in a hinting tone, “So mom, do you know what tomorrow is?”

“I believe it's Saturday,” her mother replied flatly, still examining herself closely in the mirror. Star shook her head saying, “No, no that's not what I meant.”

But her mother once again wasn't really listening, her eyes widening as she spotted a gray hair hidden in with the mess of blue locks around it. “Star, dear, we can talk in a moment, first I would love it if you would sing for your mother,” Eclipsa said, turning to her daughter with a small smile.

“Oh right, of course,” Star said, quickly jumping at the task, rushing over to get everything ready, running and grabbing the chair and stepstool needed, setting them in front of each other. Eclipsa just watched all of this with a blank stare, following her daughter's movements as she sat herself down in the chair Star had brought her. The blond grabbed the hairbrush before running back over to her mom, handing her the brush and laying a thick portion of her hair on her lap, as she plopped down onto her own small seat.

She cleared her throat before singing as quickly as she could the song her mother had taught her. “Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine. Make the clock reverse bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design. Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine.”

As Star did this, her hair lit up golden, trailing all the way down the entire length of her mane. Eclipsa hummed along with the fast pace of the song, seemingly unaffected by how quickly her daughter was going, as she just ran the brush a few times through the glowing locks. The woman felt a deep powerful magic coursing through her veins, a wonderful feeling overcoming her as all at once all her ailments and aches were reversed and healed.

Once Star was done, she quickly jumped up from the chair, grabbing her mother's arm in a tight hug, as she quickly began talking a mile a minute, “So now that that's done, I was going to tell you that tomorrow is kind of a big day and since I know you won't be able to guess, I'm just gonna go ahead and tell you that's its my birthday!!”

She smiled widely at her mom as she finished, but her mother didn't seem to react much at all, as she merely said, “Really, so soon?”

“Well, it has been a whole year,” Star mumbled under her breath, to her it had felt like she had been waiting forever for this day to come.

“Star, you know what we talked about with the mumbling,” her mother scolded, giving her a look, and Star remembered immediately all the previous lectures she had been given about how it was undignified for a young lady to whisper things under her breath and not speak loudly and clearly enough to be heard.

“Sorry, mom,” Star hastily apologized, making sure her voice was now loud enough her mother could easily hear it.

“It's alright dear,” her mother said, giving her a small hug, before walking toward the kitchen and pawing through the bowl of fruit, looking for something to eat. “So is there anything you wanted for your birthday?” she casually mentioned.

Star sucked in a breath. This would be the hard part, convincing her mom, but she decided to just go for it. “Well, I was thinking,” Star said as casually and innocently as possible. “Since I'm turning fifteen tomorrow I thought that it would be a good idea... to maybe go outside.”

Star had a wide, awkward smile on her face as she waited for her mother's reaction. Eclipsa stilled, dropping the apple she had chosen back into the bowl, as she turned to her daughter in surprise. “What?” she asked, shocked.

“Not for forever, of course,” Star quickly added, seeing her mother's concern. She chuckled nervously saying, “I mean that would be... crazy. But just long enough for you to take me to go see the floating lights.”

Now Eclipsa looked even more startled, asking hesitantly, “Floating... lights?”

Star could tell her mom was starting to think she had gone insane so she quickly clarified, “Yeah, y'know the big glowing lights that fill the sky, every year, on my birthday.”

“You mean... the stars?” Eclipsa said slowly and Star let out a sharp, frustrated sigh.

“No, not the stars, mom. These are different. Here, let me show you,” Star quickly used a length of her hair to pull open a lever on the wall, opening a hatch which sent a flood of light cascading on her drawing, highlighting against the rest of the musty tower. “See,” Star said, pointing at the painting. “These things. The big bright things that always appear out of nowhere on my birthday.”

Eclipsa looked at the painting in silence for a few moments, her face completely unreadable. “I... see,” was all she managed to reply, trying to keep her face calm. She turned to her daughter asking, “And your sure you didn't just dream them? “No, I didn't,” Star said defensively. “Have you seriously never noticed them before?” When she received no reply she quickly waved this off. “Whatever, it doesn't matter. I see them every year, mom, and I just... really want to know what they are. I want to see them, up close, in person.”

“Why do you care so much about these stars, darling?” Eclipsa asked, sounding amused at her daughter's bizarre interest in something seemingly ordinary.

Star's cheeks puffed up some in anger. “First of all, they're not stars. And second of all, I don't know. I just feel like they're meant for me somehow, y'know.” Star shrugged not sure how quite to put it into words.

Eclipsa grew very quiet after that, watching her daughter closely as her eyes glazed over in thought. This was very bad. Very, very bad and she knew it. She had to do something. She couldn't let her flower discover the truth. She had to find some way to get her to stay. But how.

“Now, now, darling you know the rules about going outside,” she began, stepping closer to her daughter.

Star began to fiddle with a strand of her hair, nervously. “Yes, I know but, I thought maybe we could break the rules, just this once.” She gave her mom a sheepish smile, hoping that this would somehow convince her to let her go, though her optimism was beginning to fade.

And to Star's dismay, Eclipsa shook her head, before saying, “The rules exist for a reason, Star. To keep you safe. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out there?”

“Well no,” Star admitted, but quickly tried to argue, saying, “But I-”

“Exactly, dear, you don't know,” Eclipsa continued, as she walked over to her, placing her hands softly on her shoulders. “But I do. The world outside if full of dangers you couldn't even begin to imagine and you are just not ready to face them yet. You're too naive and the people out there would take advantage of that.”

Star looked sadly at her bare feet. “Not to mention what they would do if they discovered the power your hair holds,” Eclipsa continued softly, running a hand through Star's hair once.

The blond felt her heart thumping a bit out of control, fear filling her being. Her mother had told her stories of what had happened when she was just a baby. How everyone had wanted to cut her hair and have the power all for themselves, even trying to take her away from her mom and she shuddered at the thought.

Eclipsa pulled Star close in a comforting embrace, as she said worriedly, “I couldn't bare to see you get hurt. It would hurt me if that happened, you know that right?”

“Yes,” Star said sadly, feeling all the fight and hope drain from her, leaving her feeling empty.

“Then you are going to listen to your mother and stay put?” Eclipsa asked, waiting to hear the answer.

Star hesitated, but finally sighing saying again, “Yes.”

“That's my girl,” Eclipsa said, pulling out of the hug to cup her daughter's face in her hands. She gave her gentle kiss on the forehead. But as she pulled away, she saw the pitiful look on her daughter's face and added, “Trust me, Star. I always knows what's best for you.”

Star just gave her a half-hearted smile, as her mom gave her cheek a soft pat. “Well I must be going again,” Eclipsa said, as she quickly retrieved her basket and then climbed back up onto the window, before taking hold of the still hanging hair. She turned back to her daughter one last time before saying, “I will see you in a bit, my dear. I love you.”

With that, Eclipsa quickly began descending her daughter's hair. Star stood perfectly still, waiting until she couldn't feel the tug against her scalp anymore, letting her know her mother was now on the ground and probably heading out of the clearing and into the big, bright world Star was forbidden to see. Once she was sure her mother was out of ear shot, she loudly huffed, flopping herself down on the ground and crossing her arms in front of her, childishly.

She just fumed angrily to herself for a few moments, muttering comments about being trapped there forever, bored out of her mind, and calling her mom a poophead. Finally, Janna flew down and landed on her shoulder, giving her a look with her wide, brown eyes.

Star sighed, rubbing at her eyes as she agreed, “Yeah, that definitely could have gone better.”

…

“Hurry their gaining!” Marco shouted over to his two comrades, looking back to make sure they were still with him. To his relief, they were, Ferguson and Alfonso just barely managing to keep up, both panting immensely. But none of them had time to stop as, not a short distance away, the roar of approaching horses could be heard, growing louder by the second.

Marco did his best to evade their pursuers, going between trees that would be too narrow for horses to follow, jumping over fallen trunks, and sliding down steep inclines, but nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to be slowing any of them down any and Marco was quickly running out of ideas. If something didn't change soon, they would definitely be captured.

Suddenly, the three thieves all came to an abrupt stop as they reached a dead end. Marco looked up at the rocky cliff in front of them, quickly judging the distance, before turning back to Ferguson and Alfonso. “Okay quick, boost me up!”

The two shared a look with one another, looking unsure. “What?” Marco asked, seeing their hesitation.

“You sure you'll remember to pull us up when you're done?” Ferguson asked, in a half-accusing manner.

Marco looked hurt at the comment. “What? Of course I will. You two are my best friends.” The two still looked hesitant and Marco sighed, adding, “Look we don't have time to argue about this, the whole royal army is right on our tail.”

As if on cue, they heard a shout followed by the thundering roar of horses racing at full-speed toward them as it grew steadily louder. This finally seemed to convince the two thieves as they quickly formed a human ladder for Marco to climb up, the young man taking care not to step on their hands or faces as he scaled the cliff off of his friends.

Once Marco reached the top and had hauled himself over the ledge, he quickly checked his satchel, before giving a quick glance below, making sure no guards were there yet.

But he heard more guards riding up from around the clifftops and knew they had no time to waste. “Come on, guys! Let's get going!” he shouted before running away at full speed, forgetting the predicament he had left his two friends in.

The two just stared up at the cliff blankly for a moment. “D-Did he just leave us behind... again?” Ferguson asked.

“Yep,” Alfonso replied.

They both sighed dejectedly, as they waited to be arrested... again.

…

Marco continued at full sprint though the forest looking back occasionally to check and see if his pursuers were gone or not. Unfortunately for him, they weren't.

There were about four horeses following him, all carrying armed guards dressed in Mewni's traditional golden armor, the lead guard being none other than the captain herself, Kelly, her recognizable blue hair tied up in a bun, most of it covered by her helmet. “Great not her, that's just what I needed,” Marco muttered to himself, focusing on the impossible task of outrunning the riders on foot. “Does the universe just hate me or something?” he pondered to himself, as his eyes scanned the area around him, trying to think of a plan.

Finally, an idea came to him, as he grabbed onto a nearby vine, using the momentum to swing himself around the tree before kicking the unsuspecting Kelly off of her horse and instead taking her place. He situated himself better into the fancy saddle, checking back once to make sure the girl was okay. He breathed a mental sigh of relief as he saw she had landed in some bushes, her usually well-kept hair now coated in leaves and sticks, rubbing at her head and glaring daggers of death at him but not looking too injured. Once he knew she was fine, he allowed himself a small laugh of victory as he rode triumphantly away from his honest-working rival.

Kelly gritted her teeth as she watched helplessly as the thief rode away on her own horse and she stood up with a huff. After a few moments the other guards caught up to her, stopping to see if she was hurt, one of them worriedly asking, “Are you okay, Kelly?”

“That's Captain Kelly! And yes I'm fine, Tad,” she angrily snapped at her ex-boyfriend. “Just follow after that guy before he gets away!” The others all obeyed, returning to their chase as they hunted after their target, one of them stopping long enough to lift the girl captain up into the saddle behind him before galloping after the criminal, as well.

While that was going on, Marco was putting more and more distance between himself and his pursuers, confident he would easily allude them at this speed. He still took a few seconds to double-check and make sure he really was in the clear, though, listening to the now near-silent trotting of horse hooves, and smiled with satisfaction. Perfect. They were nowhere near him and at this rate he would be long gone before they had time to track him down. He was pretty much in the clear now.

The young thief allowed himself to relax a bit in his seat, loosening his tight grip on the reins. He absentmindedly patted the horse, saying, “Good job, girl. I think we lost them.”

The horse he was riding, who was names Pony Head (Kelly wasn't very clever with the names, her mind on more important things like hunting down criminals), hadn't been paying attention to the whole thing, finding all these stupid chases boring. She would much rather be hanging back at the castle with the other horses, maybe even flirting with a few of the better looking stallions there, not going on some annoying chase through the dumb woods looking for some turd.

But the second the boy spoke, the horse snapped to attention, the unfamiliar voice from her current rider setting off red flags in Pony's mind. What the heck?! Pony thought, as she turned her head to see some dumb boy sitting comfortably on her back, looking behind him rather than even paying attention to what was in front of him. Oh no! Pony thought in anger. No boy is gonna sit on by back!

She dug her hooves into the ground, bringing them to an abrupt halt and Marco, who had been distracted checking behind them to make sure they were free and clear, was nearly sent flying. The thief screamed, squeezing the reign's clenched in his hands with a death grip, somehow managing to stay on Pony Head, much to her anger and dismay.

“Hey what's the big idea?!” Marco screamed down to the horse, his heart still in his throat, causing him to pant harshly. When he got no reply from the animal, he repositioned himself back in the saddle, taking slow, steady breaths to try and calm his frazzled nerves. He did a quick look around for anything that might have spooked the mare. “Did you see a snake or something?”

Only the one on my back, Pony quipped back in her head.

The boy sighed, letting the scare go for now. “Never mind, let's get going,” he said, snapping her reigns to try and get her moving again. But to his surprise the horse didn't move an inch. “Uh, hello?” Marco said with slight annoyance, flicking the reigns again, a little harder this time. “Move.”

Still nothing. The boy was starting to lose his patience, the longer they lingered there the greater the chance the guards would catch up to them, Captain Kelly surely not giving up the chase so easily. This was exactly what Pony Head was thinking, as well, mentally smirking to herself at the idea of getting the annoying boy caught. Yeah keep yellin', turd. I ain't movin' a muscle.

“Come on fleebag, forward!” he yelled, kicking the stubborn horse in the side.

Oh he did not just call me that!! Pony mentally screamed, letting out a loud huff through her nostrils. The red thief heard this and opened his mouth to comment, but it quickly turned to a scream as the horse's hind legs bucked up over and over again, trying to knock the annoying pest off her back. It was a quite to see, as the horse aggressively kicked and stomped her way around the clearing, the poor young man holding onto her back for dear life as he was flung around like a rag doll, shouting out his complaints at the top of his lungs, “Whoa! Wait, stop!!” The thief felt his stomach churn in protest and he quickly exclaimed in a panic, “I think I'm gonna be sick!”

Oh you better not puke on me, you little turd, Pony angrily thought, before giving the hardest buck yet, this time finally managing to throw the boy off of her, Marco releasing a high pitched scream as he was sent flying through the air and right toward a cliff. Luckily for him, he was able to grab onto a tree branch, now suspended over the steep incline, hanging on for dear life as his feet dangled helplessly. Marco swallowed down the panicked lump in his throat and tried to ignore the fact that he was currently hanging over a hundred foot cliff, focusing instead of pulling himself up onto the branch. He just prayed it would support his weight. He managed to wrap his legs around the thick back, meaning he didn't have to worry about his arms giving out just yet, but he still understandably held onto the limb with a death grip.

Just as he was about to begin trying to get back on solid ground, he heard the familiar clip-clop of horse hooves, followed by shifting from the branch, alerting him that he was not alone on the limb. The young thief craned his neck to see the same stupid horse that had gotten him into this situation now try to walk onto the unstable branch. He gasped in horror, terrified that the clearly brain-dead mare was about to get them both killed, Marco not sure if the limb could support their combined weight.

He wondered what on earth could be causing the four-legged creature to act so recklessly. That was until he noticed the satchel handing on the far end of the tree, hanging precariously on one of the small limbs that had luckily stopped its descent. And do despite his fear, he began inching his way across the trunk, trying to move as fast as possible, ignoring his safety instincts screaming at him to stop. Pony, though, quickly caught on to what Marco was trying to do and began trying to step on Marco's hands with her hooves, also seeming to completely disregard the dangerous drop directly below them.

Marco, now with a new motivation to beat the stupid horse and keeps his hands from being crushed, took the risk and jumped toward the branch. He just barely managed to grab the satchel, as well as grip the branch it had been loosely hanging off of, the bag nearly slipping off from all the jerky movements and sent plummeting off the cliff. Marco let out a victorious yell, as he turned to the stupid horse with a smug grin, showing off his claimed prize. “Ha, take that you stupid-”

But Marco didn't get a chance to finish his insult, as suddenly there was a loud snapping sound, Marco and Pony Head both looking over to see the large crack in the trunk, which had been made weak by the two's overwhelming weight and constant abuse on the fragile limb. The didn't have any time to react as it gave altogether breaking free of its hold in the cliff side with another loud snap, now sent falling to the unforgiving earth below.

Marco screamed at the top of his lungs, giving out a very undignified yell, while beside him Pony neighed loudly in terror. He felt his body go weightless, his stomach twisting uncomfortably, as he continued to cling to the plummeting branch. A wave of nausea rose up, both from his unbridled terror and his well-known case of motion sickness, which was choosing to come back at the worst possible time. But suddenly his lifeline was gone, snapping in half when it bumped against the cliff side, sending Marco and Pony spiraling away from one another on their fast track to becoming acquainted with the ground.

Next, Marco reached the treetops, thick vines wrapping around his body and slowing his descent immensely. Finally, the vines went taunt stopping the young thief mere inches from hitting the hard ground. His body went limp, allowing the ropes to hold him there, swaying unevenly above the ground. Marco just stayed like that for a few moments, panting as the stress of the ordeal slowly wore off and his heart rate slowed to a more normal pulse.

Until finally he said in a remarkably calm voice, “Well that was scarring for life.”

The young thief managed to untangle himself from the thick, knotted vines and get himself settle back down on the soft ground, nearly tempted to get down on hands and knees and kiss it. He would have to, if it weren't for the fact that the ground would have been what would have ultimately caused his death and he really didn't want to go around praising his almost killer. So instead, he just put his satchel back over his shoulder and began walking deeper into the woods.

He wasn't sure where he was headed but literally anywhere was better than here at the moment, just in case that dumb horse had survived too and was now looking for him. Right on que, Marco heard an angry neigh in the distance, not that far away. Marco panicked, looking around for somewhere for somewhere to hide, slowly backing up toward a large hill covered in ivy. But as his back brushed against the vegetation, he found no resistance there, stumbling back and into the hidden entrance and cave within.

The red thief had no time to ponder this as he quickly hid behind a nearby rock, just as the distinct shadow of a horse appeared on the vegetated wall. Pony stopped, as if sensing his presence, looking around her, her ears twitching as they tried to pick up any sound from the boy. Marco pushed himself a little further behind the rock, making sure to make no noise whatsoever, holding his breath and trying to keep himself as still as possible.

For a few tense seconds, Marco watched the silhouette of the mare, unmoving and stock still. Then, at last, the annoying pony seemed to give up on the chase, trotting away from the area and allowing Marco to finally release his held breath. But he kept an eye on the entrance as he backed slowly into the cave, taking slow, cautious steps just in case she was still within hearing distance. Once he could no longer see the entrance, he allowed himself to drop his guard and turn.

The boy's mouth dropped open at the unexpected sight before him. Instead of a dingy, dirty cave like he had been suspecting he had found himself in some sort of secluded clearing, though it was hardly empty. For in the middle of the green and vibrant clearing was an abandoned tower, standing tall and majestic as the sunlight gleamed off of it. Its color was faded from years of neglect and thick, green vines clung around its base and crawled up its sides. But despite this, it still looked remarkable, seeming like it had just been ripped from the side of a castle before being dropped into the hidden clearing. That or it had been taken right out of a fairytale book, but that one was just silly, this was real life, not some fairytale... right? Behind it was a rushing waterfall, which also gleamed brightly in the sunshine, running into a gentle stream.

“Huh, a tower? How'd it end up here?” Marco wondered aloud. But he quickly dismissed his wonderment with a shrug. “Oh well, better not look a gift horse in the mouth.”

The young thief cringed at the phrase, before releasing a violent shudder as he was reminded of his brief encounter with that stupid horse. “Okay note to self, never use that phrase again,” he told himself.

“Still this is a good place to lay low for awhile,” he muttered, his eyes scanning the tower carefully, searching for any form of entrance along its crumbling exterior. “Now if I could just find a way inside...”

Marco's gaze froze on a small window near the top and luckily for him, it was open.

“Bingo!” the boy said with a satisfied smile. He made his way over to the tower, looking up its side, trying to plan out a way up. He pulled out two arrows using those to climb slowly up. He got into a stead rhythm, sticking an arrow in the wall with a loud thunk, before pulling out the next one and sticking it into the wall a bit higher than the last, careful to make sure his feet had a proper resting place as he did. Clop. Thunk. Clop. Thunk. The sound repeated itself over and over again, until at last Marco reached the window, grabbing onto its frame and lifting himself inside. He tucked the arrows into his satchel along with the crown, as he looked around the dark room.

It was impossible to tell what anything looked like inside until his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, but he didn't really care of the condition of his temporary hiding place at the moment. He was more interested in checking on his valued prize. He looked into the open satchel with a content grin, staring pleasingly at the golden crown shimmering inside.

So distracted, in fact, that he didn't see a small form making its way over to him in the darkness. He let out a satisfied sigh, saying softly to himself, “Looks like I'm finally out of danger.”

A loud bong sounded, echoing around the dark enclosure, as the young thief fell over unconscious, his body going limp as a heavy frying pan smacked him hard in the back of the head. Star, for a moment, just stood over the sleeping man on the floor in front of her, her eyes wide in shock of what she had just done. She continued to hold the frying pan up, ready to strike once again, just in case he did manage to remain conscious after the hit.

“Um, hello?” Star hesitantly called down to him. “A-Are you awake?”

She poked him a couple of times with the pan, but when he didn't react she relaxed some, letting her guard drop a little. Though she was anything but calm, as she began pacing around the room, saying to herself. “Okay so I just knocked out some guy and now he's unconscious in my living room. What do I do? What should I tell mom? No, I cannot tell mom about this. Then again,” Star stopped pacing, putting a finger to her chin as she looked thoughtfully over at the boy. “If she saw that I was capable of taking out this intruder then maybe she would see that I'm strong enough to be able to go outside! I'm a genius!”

Star patted herself on the back for the idea, a wide, hopeful grin on her face, as she approached the boy again. She looked down at him smugly, saying with a laugh, “Ha, thought you could just sneak in and try and steal my hair, didn't you? Well you are no match for my incredible talents, mister.”

Once, she finished bragging, she just grinned proudly down at the unconscious boy. But her smile vanished as she finally got a good look at the intruder. He was actually quite handsome, his soft brown locks laying across his face, which looked so peaceful and warm as he slept. She could see the slightest hint of toned muscles though his shirt, which caused a lump to form in her throat for some reason. And to top it all off, he had the absolute cutest mole on his left cheek.

For a moment, all Star could do was just stare, love-struck at the handsome boy laying on the floor in front of her, a blush beginning to light up her cheeks. That was until she felt a small tug on her hair and she jumped turning to see Janna flapping her wings behind her, a frown clearly discernible on her fuzzy features. “W-What?” Star said, quickly hiding her blushing cheeks from the bat. “I've just never seen another human before is all,” she said defensively.

Star didn't have to be looking at her bat friend to know that she was raising a skeptical eyebrow right now. “L-Let's just find a place to put this guy, before mom gets back,” Star said, trying way too hard to change the subject.

She scanned the room in search of a good hiding spot, finally landing on the large closest. “Ah ha! Perfect!” She looked to Janna for agreement, but the bat was still just giving her a skeptical look, not convinced the boy could fit in there. Star frowned, before demanding, “Just help me get him in there.”

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King of Prism SSS Episode 12 commentary (FINAL!)

Crunchyroll was awesome this time!

No significant complaints on the subs!

You guys were awesome this time!

So many people stuck around for the late viewing in the stream and even after just to chat!

Now on to the actual episode.

Once again sorry this is so long. But with this being the last one, can you really blame me.....?

.....As much I love this episode, this scene was just so painful. Worse than Shine’s show. Worse than that whole last episode combined.

A lot of my predictions about Part 4 were wrong (will discuss later) but I was absolutely sure of one thing. I knew no matter what happened in Part 4 just one thing was FOR CERTAIN. And that was... I was going to have to see Shin cry. This precious boy who deserves nothing but love is going to suffer. And I tried to prepare myself. I tried.

But somehow. Even though I knew. EVEN THOUGH I KNEW... It was way worse than I could have ever imagined.

I always assumed he would cry because he found out about something terrible about the past. But instead HE NEVER KNOWS THE TRUTH and we get him sobbing over something entirely NOT HIS FAULT... in front of everyone.... HOW.... HOW COULD THEY.... DO THIS... TO.... HI...M................

This scene upsets me so much I don’t know if I have ever even seen the whole thing. I always end up turning away at some point, or just curling up into a ball.....

Did anyone else feel like they were watching a totally different anime for a few seconds here? I’m having trouble telling if the style actually changed or if I.... just am not used to seeing Shin make expressions like this............. ba.....by..............

Leo always cries when anyone else is crying.

Even though everyone claps for him at the theater at cheering shows, it doesn’t make me feel better. AT ALL. Because Shin never knows the truth. NONE OF THEM DO. Okay we’ll talk about this more later but just..... gah it hurts........................................ So much that it actually hindered my enjoyment of what amazing thing comes next......

Back in the first movie era, the idea of a full CGI show of the Edel Rose boys with Shin as center was something that I could not imagine coming true even in my wildest dreams. And I love this show. I just wish it wasn’t proceeded by so much suffering.

Shin being their center was something they decided at the Christmas live (before performing Dramatic Love for the first time) BTW. While it seems obvious to us that Shin would be center, it wouldn’t necessarily be as such in-universe. They had to decide at some point! And I’m glad it was a part of that story.

I LOVE THESE OUTFITS.

THEYRE PERFECT. The rainbows, the stars, the colors. Everyone looks AMAZING. And I know the rainbows are probably an homage to Over the Rainbow... BUT..

its just so gay

Prism stone beam???

This is orange I guess? It looks more yellow to me. A lot of the hand colors are kinda vague and I’m just like... WHO DID YOU TOUCH

For anyone who read my I THINK I MARRIED ALL THE EDEL ROSE BOYS. OR THEY MARRIED EACH OTHER. ANYWAY EVERYONE IS MARRIED NOW shitty out of context spoiler I wrote in a comment obviously it was this ahahaha

I really do love this show, and like with the new Shuffle’s show last week I’m so glad I can finally watch it without the.... suffering.

The first time I saw this in theaters, this exact frame right here was when I first started feeling any semblance of better after all that had happened. He looks so confident and gallant and his eyes are shining and he just.... Shin............... I love you so much....................................................................

Also this is a good spot to talk about their feathers I guess. So these are different from the other (male?) wings Shine had. Why? What does that mean?

*throws hands in the air*

So, some folks may not be aware of this but the feathers from Rainbow Live were a feature of the arcade game.

You could unlock them by raising the PairTomos, and even the night dream feathers look like they were available at one time during an event it seems?? I am not entirely sure how it all worked since I never played the game back in the heyday. (You can no longer obtain all the feathers now even if you bring a memory card to a currently running Pretty Rhythm machine since some just aren’t available anymore.)

But anyway, the actual point I was trying to make is that the feathers had a set structure within Rainbow Live since it was grounded by the arcade game. But in King of Prism...... that just kinda do what they want.... s....o.............

The first time I went to cheering for this it was the premiere date, and it was also the first time I ever did cheering the same day. In between the morning/midnight showing a whole bunch of people had the idea to go to the 100 yen shop and get glowstick rings just for this scene. I was like daaaamn.

But then...

Our first official non-Crunchyroll translation of prism no kirameki?

Even the Juuouin group worships “the prism”.

And I can’t help laugh at the irony that Crunchyroll abandoned using “the prism” but also just ignored the translation ALREADY ON SCREEN

I can’t take his scream here. It’s just like.... HE WAS ALREADY DYING, WHY DID THEY HAVE TO SPEED UP THE PROCESS.

LOUIS.

LOUIS NOOOOOOOOO.

Even as late as it is, I am really, really grateful how they took a few seconds to establish for the new audience exactly how much of their shows are powered by prism sparkle.

Note that they did not change out of their costumes though. But my headcanon on this is that Leo just prefers to make the real thing because he can.

Singing at cheering shows is also everything I have ever wanted.

I feel bad though since I pretty much always get tongue tied here every time. It’s hard to just sing acapella to a song you’re not that familiar with. Especially with the sparkely lyrics appearing and disappearing like this. I actually don’t hear that many other people singing in the theater, perhaps for that reason? But I always try my best.

And now that this is finally out, I can finally practice at home and nail this down with confidence just in time for...... SSS to leave theaters..... um............ ye....ah........

I also mess this up like every single time ahaha. It’s just slightly too fast for me to read.

Someday I will succeed in properly marrying all of the Edel Rose boys. Someday.

(Also I don’t think this was rainbow-colored in the theatrical version.)

So Edel Rose and all their fans just up and created a prism goddess so we don’t need the prism gods anymore. Can they do that? Can we do that? I guess we can!

WE DID IT GUYS

It’s oddly fitting that Hijiri is kind of an ugly crier. I mean, he’s just so beautiful the rest of the time. It’s only right.

So let’s unpack this for a sec. Unbeknownst to them, because the Edel Rose boys all married each other they put a new seal on Shine. But this seal is entirely dependent on their marriage their bond with each other.

How literal is that I wonder?

Because like.... Edel Rose won’t last forever. Kakeru, Minato, and Yukinojo are gonna be going to college in a year and a half.... ahah ha.....

I just imagine like. A couple of them meeting on the street in the distant future being like “Oh man I haven’t seen you in forever!” “Yeah! We really lost touch! Hey, have you heard from Shin lately?” “No, you?” And behind them is like a TV report of Shin become Shine destroying a city or something.

.....................Reminder again that this commentary is coming from the place where I am after having a couple months to let this all sink in and get to the point where I am comfortable joking about it.... ahah ha........

This is one of my coping mechanisms for dealing with the idea that my favorite character basically has the devil living inside of him trying to take over at any moment.....

Another one is thinking back to older King of Prism media and wondering what Shine was doing at that time. Like, I imagine him floating there inside Shin all bored and pissed off making sarcastic comments at whatever the Edel Rose boys are doing. And I find this hilarious for some reason. I’d make a webcomic about it if I could draw.

ANYWAY

So my understanding of this scene (which may or may not be totally correct) is: The Edel Rose boys’ rings put a seal on Shine which drags him down back into the depths of where Rinne first plunged him. But before he goes, he installs(?) his powers into Shin so that Shin is free to use Shine’s powers on his own now. (Up until now he was just like borrowing them?)

If you also briefly wondered how they could have gotten a perfect score after failing a jump, my guess is the Prism System just wasn’t recording at that time due to the lack of prism sparkle ahah ha.

They absolutely mopped the floor with the new Shuffle, and it did not matter.

What makes this so nuts to me is that even before I saw Part 4, like way back after I first saw episode 5 I was already comparing Joji to a twisted Hiro. (Elaborated on this in my episode 5 post.) And then this aha.

So in the theatrical version I swear the crowd here has light blue lights. And I wondered if it was on purpose to be like inverted Hiro (who goes from light blue -> yellow in the Prism King Cup, so Joji went yellow -> light blue?) but nope, I guess somebody just forgot Joji’s theme color is yellow ahaha. In the TV version they just made it multi-colored.

So to add more context to some things, you may remember I mentioned before that Part 4 premiered in Japanese theaters in the gap between when Taiga and Kakeru’s episodes aired on TV. So by the time Joji’s episode aired on TV... I already knew this was gonna happen. I already knew we were watching the number one prism show. THE CHAMP. The only 2D prism show.... SO MUCH IRONY.

But you know what. Despite his show being what it was..... After all the time to let it sink in.. After all the dust has settled.... the one solo song which is my clear favorite..... The only one which has gotten stuck in my head WAY MORE than ANY other.... is Joji’s.

(Well, Ace’s. But still.)

So.

Congrats Prism Champ.

Never thought I’d say this but poor Jin. Even when he ACTUALLY TRIES to do something fair for once...... still......

(Goddammit Shine.)

Poor Joji? Or not. It’s hard to feel bad for him when he’s THE PRISM CHAMP ahaha. Like. He made it. He has everything he ever strived to obtain. On the surface anyway.

How Nori-kun feels about this though, who knows. Will we ever?

DOES IT REALLY NOT? Haha I really don’t understand this at all. Like. Was it really political pressure? Did Jin fold since he didn’t win in the way that he wanted to? Did Kakeru pull some strings behind the scenes again?

*throws hands in the air*

AND THIS

It’s framed to be this super significant scene but

WHAT DOES IT MEANNNNNNNN

I have already touched on this in separate posts, and this post is so long already that I’m going to kind of leave it hanging here but I consider Kakeru’s plot in SSS to be a loose end. He was the only boy who did not have a plot with some kind of resolution about himself. Instead Kakeru’s plot was only about other people.....

FINALLY, the ultimate conclusion to the infamous curry plot of Pride the Hero.

AND FINALLY

YOU

GUYS

I WAS SO MAD

The official King of Prism Twitter and such were actually pretty good at hiding Dorachi before Alexander’s episode aired. But Torachi was just EVERYWHERE and I was like COME... ON. REALLY.

So you may have noticed this but he was added to the opening too. For us seeing SSS in the theaters, we only get one OP per showing. So this means Japan actually got this spoiled before episode 10.

But I didn’t. I didn’t even notice because I just wasn’t thinking to look for it. (Also I guess sitting in a terrible seat to the far right twisting my neck at an angle may have had something to do with it but.) When I first saw the reveal of Torachi in episode 12 it was TOTAL SURPRISE for me......

But as much as I love Taiga though, Dorachi is my clear favorite. My Dorachi merch collection will start as soon as I can get my hands on ANYTHING

Also I wonder at what point Alexander figured out that DJ COO was Rei, because he sure knows now ahah.

But anyway, speaking of spoilers....

I know I said at one point Nikkanen and the twins didn’t have any significant appearances in SSS, but that was before Part 4 and I just decided not to correct that and let you guys be surprised AHAHAH you’ll just have to hate me *BLASTS OFF INTO THE SUNSET*

(I’m so glad they seem to have cleaned up Nikkanen’s face a little. He looked so weird in the theater. Or like.... weirder at least.)

(If you don’t know these boys they are already established characters introduced on the Prism Rush mobile game.)

And what do THESE feathers mean.....

LOUIS ISN’T DYING ANYMORE DONT CARE *NYOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM*

By the way I can’t believe the prism sparkle disappearing and Louis becoming the protector of the world WAS FORESHADOWED IN ROAD TO SSS 9. That’s why I reblogged this post the other day.

It’s so funny how much of Road to SSS didn’t matter. Then you get to event 9 and LITERALLY EVERYTHING MATTERS.

And again.... speaking of spoilers............

The week before Yu’s episode aired I AGONIZED about whether to put in some kind of vague hint that the Edel Rose boys new unit name was revealed in that episode (as part of Yu’s prism jump). Ultimately I decided not to. Because even though I didn’t figure it out at the time, I think with even a vague hint I probably would have. Because even when I saw it back then I was like.... “...... huh........”

So you’re just gonna hafta haaaaaaaaate ahahaahah ha sorry

But anyway! Now I can finally stop referring to our seven stars as the “Edel Rose boys” and from now on call them SeptEntrion! Since calling them just the “Edel Rose boys” isn’t really accurate anymore since it would also include the twins and Nikkanen, etc. I’m happy that the main seven finally have a good name to distinguish them.

(Now I need to learn to remember how to spell SeptEntrion....)

Also

You guys in the livestream ruined this for me so I’m ruining it for everyone too.

Look at the red letters.

Then flip over your desk and storm out of the room like I almost did when I noticed.

WHY

THERE IS NO WAY THAT IS NOT ON PURPOSE

WHY

So, a few weeks ago I was in Tokyo and I decided to stop by the Yotsuya station area.

I found the site of the supposed Yotsuya Credit union (which is actually a lottery ticket stand) and the KPO KFC almost immediately.

I also found out there is a Catholic university in the area, and although it doesn’t look anything like Edel Rose that seems like not a coincidence.

So I started to walk around that area, but try as I might I could not find any little shopping streets like the one in the anime. The area didn’t look like it would have that sort of place at all. Also it was POURING RAIN, I was just at Aqours 5th live the previous day, I had at least 6 hours to get home, and I was anxious to make it there with plenty of time for the stream of Alexander’s episode which we were doing that night. I decided to give up and head to the KFC to console myself over chicken, coleslaw, and biscuits before beginning the journey home when LOW AND BEHOLD

RIGHT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE KFC

WAS THIS

IT DOES EXIST

And there is not nearly enough room for SeptEntrion to perform here ahaha.

I can’t help but notice that while they used Prism One performance snapshots for all the other boys, Shin is in his old Over the Sunshine outfit. Well I mean. OF COURSE HE IS. But.....

But I really can’t help but wonder what the boys are thinking nowadays in retrospect about what happened.

I mean, not that they shouldn’t love and trust Shin. Of course they should.

But if my friend turned to pure evil for a solid 15 minutes I would be.... CONCERNED for him? ?? To say the least.

The fact that THEY DONT KNOW AND MAY NEVER KNOW really just eats at me

I suppose Louis or June could tell them. But I don’t think Louis ever will since he just wants to protect Shin, and June..... where would she even start.

Not to mention what does Yamada-san think about how Shin just BECAME Wataru Hibiki like I.... I just have several questions but......

The cheering audience for the half second we can see Torachi here: “..............................................................AHHHHH!..................................................”

I wondered for weeks what the TV ED would be for this episode, and as soon as Boy Meets Girl started playing I was like...... OF. COURSE.

Hahah I’m glad though. So far the only SeptEntrion version Boy Meets Girl we’ve had was live (at MRS) and I often thought of ripping the audio from the DVD just to have it, but now I won’t have to. The TV audience never got to hear the theatrical ending 366 Love Diary though, which is kind of a shame. That song is such a big part of SSS to me.

So when we do the livestreams, I often have the live episode playing on my actual TV with the sound off. The stream is delayed by a few minutes so it’s been great for cues to help prepare stuff to type into the chat about things coming up.

While you guys were still in the meat of this episode, I casually glanced over my shoulder and saw THIS on my TV

Shin in the outfit Leo originally made him for the Prism One.

And just started having a seizure that lasted until the credits ended BECAUSE THEN THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE.

Playing to the left is the theatrical weekly video we got in the third week of Part 4.

(It has actual dialogue in the theaters, but here they just muted it and laid it over the credits. I went to the theater yesterday JUST to take notes on this for you guys ahaha. Glad I didn’t need to though.)

But like. When I first saw this in the theaters...

I was so SO sure this was a joke. I mean Prism 2!?! Seriously!?

But now I don’t know WHAT to think.

ESPECIALLY ABOUT THIS

But um. Someone tell me the anime references I’m missing here:

And which of these are newly revealed YMT29 boys ahah:

And..... that’s it....

This is Louis’ coded way of telling Shin he’ll love him forever I guess.

Aw man

you guys

we made it

ROUND OF APPLAUSE

Ahhhhhhhhhh

ITS BEEN A JOURNEY

So Part 4 turned out way differently than I predicted. When the episodes were first announced and episode 12 was “Unknown”, my immediate thought was “it’s gonna be Shine.” Especially since the quote for Shin’s episode was something like “what have I done,” I assumed he would gain some memories of the past in episode 11 and was talking about something he/Shine did in the past. Then I thought Shine would perform in episode 12 and cause a bad end. Even though we knew Edel Rose was scheduled for a unit performance, I was skeptical if it would actually happen or not as I doubted Shin would be in any condition to perform in episode 12. (I also wondered if maybe we already HAD already seen their unit show in the OP and thus wouldn’t be getting a new song.)

But when the CDs were announced and I saw the last one said “unit song” I was like.... ohhh.... I guess they will perform as a unit after all? That’s good?

Turns out I was right at least in predicting that Shine would get a show, but not that he would STEAL SHIN’S SHOW, and that Shin��s “what have I done” quote was about THE PRESENT DAY and something that Shin DID NOT DO. AHHH THE PAIN.

Although it really cuts me deep that Shin never learns the truth, I am grateful we got that unit show and a happy ending.

But....

OR IS IT?

says a voice in my head.

Shine’s coming back someday. And we can’t kill him without blanking Shin. Hghkhgkdhlkdh.

If I didn’t know any better I’d say the grand endgame climax of King of Prism would be SeptEntrion teaching Shine to love. But we already know from director spoilers that supposedly the grand climax is about saving Jin. I have a sinking suspicion Shine and Jin may be connected in some way though.

Who fucking knows where we’re going from now.

Other than WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON with Jin, another one of my big questions is does the Prism King Cup even matter anymore? Since the Prism One was supposed to replace it, but that didn’t go so well. HAHAH are we REALLY doing the Prism Two come on now..........

But anyway. I suppose there is no point in drawing this out it any further

for now

this is THE END

Thank you all SO MUCH for coming on this journey with me

It’s been such a joy sharing all this with you

And I hope to see you around

SHINY SEVEN STARS FOREVER

EDEL ROSE SPARKING

#king of prism #king of prism sss #shiny seven stars #king of prism shiny seven stars #kinpri

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lovecaitlined · 6 years ago

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How Does Yuta Kiss? 🤔 Like the self-proclaimed, (maybe slightly jealous) “Otaku” that he is! 💖🌙 🤩 (Boyfriend!Yuta AU)

So...how does Yuta Nakamoto kiss? ◕ ‿ ◕❣

The thing about Yuta is he has the aura of such a serious person around him.

Coupled with the fact that he’s handsome, and has such an RBF (resting brooding face, FYI), makes you a little scared of him at first.

He just seems like someone who has such a hard outer shell...and perhaps he does...

...perhaps he does indeed.

But when he turns to someone and smiles that healing smile of his, well, let me tell you—

His entire being LIGHTS up! ✨✨✨🤩🤩🤩

(Meaning, they don’t call it healing smile for nothing!)

His blindingly white teeth, his dimples, and the way his eyes sparkle and squint when he smiles~

Well, it’s enough to make anyone feel topsy-turvy.

(Especially you.)

So while it’s true he has such a serious face at first, with perhaps an air of coldness around him,

His natural personal is actually...just very warm? Very warm and endearing, indeed.

Like, something that could just spread a hearty feeling through you and warm you up on a chilly day.

You think the way he frowns at his phone sometimes and keeps to himself is kind of scary at first, too, but in reality Yuta is actually very funny and, dare we say, crazy.

I mean, the way he roasts his friends / members just SENDS.

Not to mention that one time (or two or three or four or more) wherein he actually TWISTED his nipple on stage (like was that even part of the choreo?!)

Anyway, Yuta’s the type of guy who would embarrass you in the halls of school...

Like, you think you look like a cool uni kid with your hair up and your outfit popping and your reusable cup of coffee with its neon reusable straw, when he’ll just BOUNCE up to you and kiss your cheek and say, in a high-pitched voice, “I love you!”

Not subtle at all, dude. Not subtle at all.

When you protest, half-embarrassed, half-kidding, he just says: “But I want everyone to know that I love you so much!”

But first, flashback: How does he get with you in the first place? By constantly flirting with you, of course!

He literally flirts with you outrageously from the first moment you accidentally bump him in the halls and find out you two are in the same class after apologizing profusely on your part.

After a whirlwind of moments wherein you hang out with each other, you two are alone in the lib looking for books when he suddenly just confesses to you

And you’re taken aback because??? Yuta likes you??? And isn’t just flirting for fun???

(Also, did he literally do it in the library in a very Abrupt and Shocking matter because he watched some high school teen romcom of an anime?)

Talk about dramatic flair.

“Have I not made that clear enough?”

“If I kiss you, will that make it clear enough, then?”

(It does.)

But you don’t let him kiss you, just yet.

It’s just cheek pecks from then on~

But don’t let that stop Yuta from showering you with affection wherever you go.

He claims not to be a fan of PDA but does the most by shouting “DOKIDOKI” at you from across the hall and shooting finger-hearts for added emphasis—

But he only does that when he sees you talking to a guy he doesn’t necessarily like—

He started this after you two become official, and of course you call him out on this with a lil joking tone~

But all he says is, “I’m jealous, okay?” with the biggest and babiest smile on his face and the most mischievous glint in his eyes EVER so you’re just like 🥺 and let it go

Yuta is jealous, alright.

He’s never overtly projective online, he has you and him together in his IG posts for example, but he stamps it all over with a generic emoji or caption

He doesn’t even reply when his friends from back home in Japan ask him who you are, since he doesn’t want them messaging you and possibly hitting on you.

You draw the line, though, when he drags you to watch anime with him

That boy has probably watched every one in existence at this point...

You love anime, too, but Yuta? Yuta LOVE loves it. In fact, he tried to get you to say the girl character’s lines once and you refused, you didn’t know what you were getting into after all—

But the self-proclaimed jealous otaku is actually legitimately romantic when he does want to be~

One time, you two are all alone and surrounded by 🍃nature🌿, with the sun high up in the blue sky, and the flowers all pink and purple and red~ 💖

It’s a beautiful day, Yuta brought along a picnic basket and a red checkered blanket and everything, you two are atop a grassy hill, and he even has some speakers out playing sweet music

And he tells you you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

Just the most beautiful

And you can tell he’s probably recreating a scene from that fave romance anime of his but you won’t say a word

But despite his coldish persona, and despite his crazy antics, Yuta Nakamoto is actually one big softie down there

He cups your face in his hands and pulls you close,

ever-so-slowly,

He looks deep into your eyes with his, and smiles the most beautiful healing smile in the world,

“No matter what, know that I love you, okay?”

Yuta kisses tenderly, almost cinematically, like he’s cherishing every moment of you~

Like you two are the only beings in the universe, like you two are sparkling in the sunlight with a camera panning around—

But that’s okay, you don’t care,

Because this is Yuta Nakamoto,

and for a self-proclaimed jealous otaku boy,

He’s the most beautiful and loving person in the world,

And you feel so lucky and alive to be loved by him, and him by you.

Plus, all dramatic flair and efforts inside,

Did we mention that he’s a great kisser?

The sweetest in the world. 💘

The End~ 💖 Here’s to giving Yuta Nakamoto all the love that he deserves!!!

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bramblepatch · 5 years ago

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(October 2019′s featured character’s short story, crossposted from my Patreon. Thank you to all my patrons for their generous support! If you’d like to join them, for a few dollars per month you can vote on which characters you’d like to see me develop, and get early access to stories like this!)

The rain had stopped a little before sunset. The sky was clear enough, now, for the last streaks of color to catch in the last shreds of cloud, and in the cool autumn dusk the standing puddles and wet pavement caught hints of orange and pink. Before long, they’d be reflecting the yellow glow of street lamps instead, and the sometime flash of white headlights.

It was lovely. Sunset had a tendency toward loveliness in this neighborhood, in the past few years. Maybe it was just confirmation bias, that a certain teenager noticed how things fell neatly into place to provide a picturesque backdrop on evenings where the nagging awareness that there was a monster somewhere out there prompted them to sneak out. There was no proven link between ambient meteorological anomalies and an active case of Transformative Adolescent Empowerment Syndrome, but Blair was pretty sure this was their doing anyway.

On the other hand, no one else ever seemed to make the connection – practically no one; Blair had brought it up once with some of the TAES veterans in the area, and gotten a sure, that could be happening. Just as well, really. Blair had absolutely no desire to make their case to their aunt as to why they ought to be allowed to go monster-fighting on a school night when with a little luck and a little finesse they could sneak out and slip back in before she noticed they were gone, so the less of a tip-off that Aunt Lizbet had that tonight was a Sunset Knight kind of night, the happier Blair was.

In point of fact, the stocky teenager almost made it out of the building without anyone catching them. Once they’d managed to slip out of their own apartment unnoticed, the hallways of the apartment complex were quiet. The back stairwell should have been even quieter, but as Blair descended to the first-floor landing, the door to the hallway eased open to let a dark-haired kid, already dressed in a practical and slightly sparkly magical girl costume and carrying an armful of raccoon, through.

There was a long beat of shared acute awareness of their delinquency, before Esther spoke up. “So. Team up?”

Blair sighed, and continued past the younger teen toward the ground floor and the exit, although they answered as they went. “Don’t you have a team already?”

“Yeah, uh, Hoshi sprained her ankle in gym class,” Esther replied, and before she could continue, from her arms, Sparkle added brightly, “And Magic Medic Star✧Balm is visiting his grandsire in the far-off land of Canada!”

Blair paused, and looked over their shoulder. “How in the heck did she just make that star sound with her mouth.”

“She’s a raccoon, how does she make any of the sounds with her mouth?” Esther pointed out. Blair considered for a moment, and shrugged; like suspiciously appropriate weather and symbolic costume changes, the exact nature of animal companions was probably without rational explanation. Esther certainly didn’t seem to be waiting for an answer. “Anyway yeah Sterling’s out of town until next week.”

As much as they’d have liked to, Blair couldn’t find fault in that reasoning. Nor could they really justify keeping Esther away from a monster that clearly they’d both sensed the presence of, although they made one more token objection as they reached the back door. “Aren’t you a little young for the whole magical girl thing anyway?”

Esther huffed indignantly. “I mean, a monster crashed my bat mitzvah and I had to fight it, I think that counts for something.”

Blair was pretty sure that did not in fact count for anything, but also they were way too lapsed Methodist to feel comfortable arguing the point. “Whatever. Just don’t get yourself hurt, I don’t have any healing abilities,” they said, holding the door open for her. “Give me a moment, I need to suit up.”

When their transformation sequence had first shifted, Blair had been surprised how simple the new Sunset Knight transformation was. Princess Sunset had been elaborate and overwrought, a multitude of tiny details and dramatic poses; Sunset Knight’s sequence was barely three seconds long, flannel fading into mail, and then armor and sword glowing into existence. A moment later, Blair was on their feet again, grinning with the brief wash of euphoria that the magic always brought with it.

“Dang, you’ve got a cape now,” Magic Fighter Star✧Strike breathed. “That is so cool.”

“Not bad, huh?” Sunset Knight agreed, propping their sword against their shoulder. The cape in question fluttered in the light evening breeze, as the colors of the sunset sky glinted off the wet pavement. “Let’s go kick some monster butt.”

The monster, it turned out, was perched on top of a bus shelter two blocks away.

“Do they usually… hybridize like that?” Blair wondered, studying the monster from a safe distance. The serpentine, winged form was definitely typical of one of their own common adversaries – but the glowing, shifting galaxy patterns across its scales marked it as one of the space-themed monsters that the Star Squad encountered frequently.

“I don’t know, you’ve been doing this longer than me!” Esther hissed back. “I usually don’t team up outside my team, unless you count Nova! And she doesn’t magic anymore!”

“Ok, ok,” Blair said. “I guess it’s still a dragon. If it’s like mine, magic weapons should do fine against it.”

“Right. Yeah. Magic.”

“Esther, that hammer you’re carrying is part of your magical girl thing, right?”

“Uhhh...” Esther didn’t deny it, exactly, but she took long enough not denying it that Blair kind of figured that was their answer.

“Esther!”

“Not everyone has a special magic weapon as part of their transformation, ok?” she demanded, and Sparkle added, “The hammer’s full of truth! And realness!”

“That’s not anything, I don’t think,” Blair said.

“Yeah, no, probably not,” Esther agreed reluctantly. “I mean, it is a couple of pounds of solid steel on a wooden handle. It’s still pretty good for hitting things with.”

Blair did some rapid mental arithmetic of dragon versus totally unmagical blunt instrument and also of their own willingness to face the irritation and disappointment of Esther’s mentor if literally anything went wrong. “Ok, look, I know you’re the tank of your little team, but you are not getting in close quarters with that thing,” they hissed.

“Blair!” Esther objected, managing to draw the name out to the same cadence as Sparkle whined, “Sunset Knight!”

“Seriously. You can be like, the distraction or something,” Blair insisted. “But I know my sword’s gonna take that thing out, and I have no idea if some hammer you found somewhere will have any real effect. So be the bait or go home.”

Esther pouted. Down the street, the dragon stretched its wings, dark against the fading sunset. Blair gave their temporary teammate a stern look.

“Ok. Fine. Meanie,” Esther conceded. “I get to yell at it, though, right?”

“...yes. You get to yell at it,” Blair agreed.

They had kind of assumed that there would be more strategizing involved, and was a little taken aback when the thirteen-year-old just took off toward the monster, trailing a scattering of starlight as she picked up speed. Blair sighed, and hurried to keep up, glad that whatever magical stuff their costume was made of, it didn’t restrict their breathing the way their mundane binder did.

Esther kept to her word, though, stopping at the curb on the opposite corner to wave her arms and start shouting at the dragon. Blair was thankful that the streets were almost eerily quiet, although they were pretty sure that they saw movement at some of the windows in nearby buildings. So much for no one noticing that they were out superheroing this evening; Blair didn’t expect anyone to interfere, especially if they wrapped this up quickly, but there was a good chance that word would get back to their aunt, and fast. They weren’t sure how public Esther was with her magical girl identity, but they’d been less that subtle with their alter ego.

The dragon spread its wings and took off, in a motion that only mostly seemed consistent with its apparent mass. Esther turned on her heel and started running away, with the raccoon weaving around her ankles in a way that made Blair wonder how she didn’t trip. Not that they wondered long; with a dragon to fight, they put the question quickly out of their mind. They planted their feet and raised their sword, staring down the rapidly approaching starry monster. As they’d suspected, the creature seemed entirely focused on its quarry; if its galaxy theme was any indication, it was as attuned to Esther as it was to them, and their monsters tended to be fairly single-minded. For a moment, they were afraid that the creature wouldn’t be within stabbing range – but even forbidden to actually engage, Esther had good instincts for drawing a monster where she wanted it, and she ducked behind Blair, placing them firmly between her and the dragon.

Just as they liked it.

“At thee, foul beast,” they growled through gritted teeth, the words drawn out by the same instincts that guided their actions while transforming, and as the dragon swooped down, Blair drove their blade through the creature’s chest.

The starry patterns across the dragon’s hide flared brighter for a brief moment, and then it seemed to dissolve in a rush of wind that ruffled Blair’s hair and set their cape flapping behind them.

A moment later, there was nothing left of the monster but a faint coating of shimmering stardust across Blair’s sword, and a brief clattering rain of something onto the sidewalk at their feet. Esther hurried to gather up the fallen items as Blair wiped off the sword on the lining of their cape.

“Here, you take some!” she said, holding out a couple of what appeared to be claws.

“What are they?” Blair asked, a little suspiciously; usually, their monsters didn’t drop loot.

“Meteorites!” Esther explained, and sure enough, when Blair accepted the claws, they certainly seemed to be made of dark, pitted iron – although the tips were more than sharp enough to make them glad that the dragon hadn’t gotten in clawing range of either of them. “Our monsters keep leaving them behind. We haven’t figured out if they’re for anything, yet, but they’re cool.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Blair agreed, as Esther put the rest of the fallen claws into her pockets; Blair’s own costume didn’t have pockets, which suddenly felt like a pretty significant oversight, so they just palmed the ones they’d been given. “Thanks.”

“Soooo… team up again some time?” Esther asked.

Blair sighed, casting their eyes up at the fading sunset colors. Nova was going to tear them a new one for taking the kid along to fight a dragon, they were sure, and usually they fought alone. But it had been kind of fun working as a team. “Maybe. I guess. If you bring the other Stars, no more of this ‘two melee fighters and no support’ nonsense.”

#magical kids #magical girl #short fiction #original fic #fanTAEStic #Blair Faulkner #Esther Sternberg

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taeheyhey · 6 years ago

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Tell ‘Em You’re My Lady

Hoseok x Reader - Fluff/Angst - 6.6k Words

A/N - Just a little Hobi one-shot that has been whirring around in my brain for a bit. Might be a bit of a mess as this is only the second story I have written! I'd love any feedback. Thank you in advance for reading! :) PS I'm REALLY awful at summaries.

Warnings - None

Summary - Newly single, your friends try to convince you that maybe your friendship with Hoseok could be a little something more.

The club was far too dark and far too loud, and between your retinas being assaulted by sudden intense beams of light, the bass pounded obnoxiously in your ears and promised a night of tinnitus long after you escaped to your bed.

No one had forced you to come here, you reminded yourself. It wasn’t like you had been persuaded to leave your self-imposed isolation by concerned friends who were worried you had been alone for too long for it to be healthy. No, they had given up on that a week and a half ago now.

Jenny, the closest of your friends and the last one to deem you a lost cause – at least for the time being – leant over the bar and topped up your drink, free pouring vodka in to your glass with a wink, completely ignoring the fact that it still contained the remnants of rum and coke from your previous drink.

“Won’t you get in trouble if you keep giving me free drinks?” you asked, inclining your head towards Laura, Jenny’s manager and the owner of the club as she eyeballed the two of you from the glass wash area. You waved sheepishly at her while wafting your other hand haltingly in the direction of the bottle to stop her topping up your glass even more.

She blew you a flamboyant kiss, a habit she had picked up from her boyfriend which had started off as slightly cheesy and off-putting, but had somehow become quite endearing over time, and you grinned warmly at her despite yourself. Jenny gestured a ways down the room as she placed the bottle back on the shelf with the other liquor, out of view and reach to the patrons on the other side of the bar. “Courtesy of the gentleman in the check shirt,” she announced with a smirk.

You lifted your glass gratefully in acknowledgment to the man standing about fifteen feet away, tilting your head with as genuine a smile as you could muster. He harrumphed and walked swiftly away back in to the crowd of people in response, and you realised that while he may indeed have been responsible for buying the drink, you were certainly not the intended recipient of it.

You couldn’t really claim to be surprised, you hadn’t left the comfort of your home with the intention of attracting anyone’s attention, and you knew your unkempt and cosmetic-free appearance projected that quite clearly.

You raised an eyebrow accusingly at her and she shrugged. “I’m not allowed to drink while I’m on shift,” she offered by way of explanation, and then suddenly began jumping up and down on the spot before dashing through the gap at the end of the bar and throwing off her apron while in motion.

That could only mean one thing. Jin. You turned on your stool to confirm your suspicion and found your best friend literally wrapped around her boyfriend, arms round his neck and legs at his narrow waist, drawing bewildered looks from all around them.

You were too far away to hear their exchange, but you imagined it was similar to every other greeting you had ever witnessed between them, and you watched as he gently lowered her to the ground and began to gesture giddily and emphatically at her, his face animated as he cradled your friend’s face in his hands before dropping what could only be described as a dramatic kiss to her forehead and leading her back towards the bar with his arm curled protectively around her back.

Even Laura, who was currently standing impatiently with one hand on her hip and the other outstretched with Jenny’s apron dangling from her index finger, was close to powerless when faced with Jin’s exuberant charm, and her expression softened the moment he leant on the bar and started to chatter enthusiastically at her.

Jenny rolled her eyes affectionately at them, tying her apron back around her waist and observing as her boss began to almost literally melt at Jin’s attention. You turned back towards the bar and rested your chin in your upturned palm. Her reaction was unsurprising to you, it was near-impossible to not be swept up in Jin's magnetism, he was one of the most charismatic men you had ever met, not to mention how attractive he was.

He ended their interaction with a suave wink before turning to face you. “And how are you then, y/n? It’s nice to see you out in the real world again, we missed you.” His tone was sincere even though his eyes still sparkled with mischief as he spoke.

You patted the hand he had placed on your arm dismissively before taking a sip of your drink, wincing at the liquor to mixer ratio. “Sure Jin, I bet it was terrible to have my best friend all to yourself for the past three weeks,” you responded sarcastically with a wry smile.

He pouted, his eyes widened in mock-offence that you would even consider that he may be not be being honest. “What? Why would I lie? My Jenny was inconsolable without you around, even while looking at this face,” he made an incredulous sound at the back of throat and framed his chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Can you believe it, y/n? This face. Wow.”

You smirked down in to your glass and once again thanked whichever god that was listening that Jenny had found Jin, and you clinked your glass against the bottle of beer Jenny had just placed in front of him. You saw him take a long drag of his beer out of the corner of your eye before he tilted his head and eyed you pensively for a moment. “What is it, Jin?” you asked, not looking at him to focus on swirling your drink around the bottom of your glass in an attempt to mix the concoction in to a more palatable one.

He shrugged, too nonchalantly to be convincing, the beginnings of a smirk starting to tug at one side of his lips. “Oh nothing. Well...I think Hoseok might have missed you a little too.”

You sighed and knocked the entirety of your drink to the back of your throat before coughing at the taste and dropping the now-empty glass on to the bar surface with a bang. “Do we really need to get in to this again? I’ve been single for all of five minutes and you’re already trying to pair me off with one of your friends?”

To be fair to Jin, you would have had to have been blind, crazy or both to not want to be set up with one of his friends. Now there was a group of young men who had won the genetic jackpot, both in terms of looks and demeanour, and it had always seemed to you that the only logical reason that any of them were single – with the exception of Taehyung and Jungkook who were far more interested in gaming than dating – was because it was just plain intimidating to be around them sometimes.

Your ex had always resented the fact that you were friends with them, even if it was only by association through Jenny’s relationship with Jin, and he would make a fuss if you were ever in their presence without him. He especially took issue with your friendship with Hoseok.

It was fairly safe to say that Jin’s personality was unique, he had boundless energy and a predominantly positive outlook on more or less every aspect of life, but if anyone came close to mirroring Jin’s optimism and joie de vivre, it was Hoseok.

The moment you had met him you were drawn to him. He was warm and kind to anyone and everyone he came in to contact with, and you had become fast friends.

Friends. That was all it had ever been between you. That wasn’t to say he was unattractive, far from it. In fact, sometimes the sun caught his skin just the right way and you would swear he glowed. Other times you would find yourself staring at the defined line of his jaw and wondering if it would feel as sharp as it looked if you were to run your fingers over it.

Okay, so maybe you had had a tiny thing for him when you first met – you were only human, after all – but it didn’t take long for your admittedly healthy crush on him to dissipate, until all that was left was a deep, affectionate, and wholly platonic relationship.

You hadn't seen him since your break up. He had sent you messages of support and his usual ridiculous selfies to cheer you up, but he had been away competing with his dance troupe and had been too far away to visit you, a regret he had expressed repeatedly in his messages.

“Jin, I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that Hoseok and I are friends, that is it. Anyway, he’s been seeing that girl from his troupe for months now hasn’t he? Last I heard they were getting pretty serious,” you ran your finger around the rim of your glass, your throat starting to ache from trying to speak above the music.

“Well he’s not seeing her anymore,” Jin declared loudly, just in time for the music to come to an abrupt halt as the DJ announced that his set had come to an end.

“Who isn’t seeing who?” The familiar voice came from behind you and you scrunched your face up in embarrassment, closing your eyes in an effort to escape reality.

You craned your neck to return the bright, heart-shaped smile you already knew would be gracing his features. “Hoseok, it’s so good to see you! It’s been so quiet without you around,” you said honestly.

He curled his arm around your shoulders and squoze you in greeting, resting his chin a atop your head for a moment. “Quiet? Even with Jin-hyung?” He quipped, earning an offended glare from the older man.

You untangled yourself from his hold, suddenly shy as you pondered how much he might have heard before he made his presence known. “Hm, good point now you mention it,” you tried not to meet his eyes but you didn’t miss the perplexed look he shot you as you moved away from him.

“Ya, how can you two gang up on me and offend me this way, you wouldn’t even know each other if it wasn’t for me? Hoseok-ah I can’t believe you are being so disrespectful, how could you do this to me? And in front of my girlfriend? You really have no shame at all!” Jin was prone to dramatic but good natured outbursts whenever he felt affronted or wronged in anyway, and his lips pouted and he pointed at the two of you emphatically in turn as he ranted, lifting himself off his seat as though preparing to storm off, firing the two of you a theatrically injured expression as he do so.

He was, in fact, moving to the other end of the bar to order drinks for the three of you and flirt shamelessly with his girlfriend’s boss in an effort to get her to allow Jenny to finish her shift early, a feat that he attempted and achieved so often that you were surprised Laura still allowed you all to drink at the club while Jenny was working.

Hoseok took up residence in Jin’s now-vacated seat, smiling warmly at you as he shifted on the stool, leaning forward on his forearms resting on the bar. “So,” he began, lowering his head to examine your face, “how are you really?”

You returned his concerned look with a tight-lipped smile. “I’m honestly fine, it’s just...disappointing, I guess,” you huffed out a sigh, exasperated with yourself and the fact that your ex was still managing to take up so much focus even after you had escaped him. “It just seems like so much time wasted, you know? It wasn’t as though either of us were particularly happy, I can’t help but wonder how much happier we’d both be by now if we’d have called it off ages ago.”

He made a small humming noise, seemingly in agreement, meeting your eyes for a beat too long before blinking rapidly and looking away. “You’ll get there, y/n,” he assured you in a quiet voice that was entirely antithetical to his usual manner, and you were grateful the music volume had reduced enough since the DJ left, otherwise you most likely would have been unable to hear him. “You deserve to be happy.”

His words were loaded with meaning even though he was unable to meet your eyes, and for reasons you were unable to fathom butterflies began to pool in your stomach as you tried to read his face for any indication of what that meaning may have been. You saw his jaw tighten for a second or two, his vision straight ahead to the plethora of bottles lined up at the back of the bar, before he suddenly huffed deeply and turned to face you again, the bright smile returning as though it had never vanished.

The abrupt shift in his countenance threw you for a moment, and you were temporarily blinded by that smile, blinking rapidly in an effort to regain your equilibrium before trying to speak. “How come you're back? I thought the competition went on for like another two weeks yet?”

Before he could answer, Jenny appeared on the other side of the bar, placing a drink down before each of you heavily, her eyes flicking between you, an odd expression on her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but seemingly thought better of it and hurried away.

Hoseok, his eyebrows furrowed at the strange almost-interaction, shook his head a little before he spoke, wrapping his slender fingers around the bottle of beer in front of him. “Jimin got hurt, something happened to his back and he could barely move,” he lifted his drink and took a small swig, and you saw concern lace his features. Hoseok was soft for pretty much everyone, but he was especially fond of Park Jimin. “He said we should carry on without him, but that’s never going to happen. Even if you ignore that routine changes we’d need to make, it wouldn’t be the same without him there.”

You smiled warmly at him, touched by his loyalty, but disappointed on his behalf that they’d had to give up after getting so far. “It would have been a pretty big deal if you’d have won thought, right?” They had been preparing for the competition for months, it was a fairly prestigious event with the prize money totalling more than all their previous competitions combined, not to mention the sponsorship deals that could have potentially arisen from their victory.

Despite that, Hoseok merely shrugged in response. “It would,” he simply stated. “But not if we’re not all there to win it. Not everyone agreed with me though.”

“Oh,” you drew out the sound as realisation hit you. “Is that why you and Mieka broke up?”

He froze for a moment and then looked at you strangely, placing his bottle back down on the bar as amusement began to take over his features. “How did you hear about that?”

“I told her,” Jin appeared behind you as though right on cue, his arm draped around your friend’s shoulders, clearly having succeeded in his task of getting her out of finishing her shift. “That okay?”

“Sure,” he answered carefully, eyeing Jin suspiciously, before returning his attention to you, a forced laugh leaving him. “What else did he tell you?”

You lifted your eyebrows at his tone, unsure of the implications that were lingering just beneath the question. “Um...nothing, I think. He just talked about his face for a bit.”

Hoseok visibly relaxed at your answer, disregarding your poor attempt at humour either to spare your feelings or because he hadn’t really heard it, it was unclear which. He began to pick at the label on his bottle, his face a picture of forced concentration as he slowly peeled the damp paper away from the glass. “Yeah, that’s why we broke up,” he confirmed before tilting his face towards you and giving you a lopsided smile.

His smile had always been ridiculously infectious from the moment you met him, and this time was no exception even though you noticed a slight melancholy beneath it. You beamed back at him but did not miss the look the passed between Jenny and Jin before the latter of the two placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Finally, the music increased in volume again as the in-house DJ began his set and Jin was clearly becoming restless. “Come on then, we need to celebrate y/n’s first night out in half a million years,” and, before waiting for anyone to respond, he pulled Jenny towards the dance floor and began to shake his shoulders haphazardly in a dance that was so quintessentially Jin it never failed to make you laugh.

After watching Jenny attempt to simultaneously remain upright while in a fit of hysterics and avoid her boyfriend’s flailing limbs for a few moments, Hoseok drained his bottle of beer and hopped down gracefully from his stool, holding his hand out to you. “Shall we then?” He asked simply, curling his fingers around yours with a genuine grin after you placed our hand in his without hesitation.

“Thought you’d never ask,” you responded, and as clichéd as your response was, the sentiment still rang true.

You always loved to watch Hoseok dance, his movements somehow powerful and graceful in equal measure, even now as the four of you danced with an almost reckless abandon and disregard for how you may look to other revellers in the club. Despite the fact that he joined Jin in his un-choreographed and almost spasmodic movements, the strength and control beneath every move was apparent and your eyes were abruptly drawn to the muscles in his thighs flexing as he danced and the apparently tireless movement of his hips.

You felt your mouth become unbearably dry and you suddenly felt near-hypnotised by his proximity, and Jin's claim that Hoseok in particular had missed you began to whir around suggestively in your mind. You thought about the way he had looked at you tonight at the bar, the expression on his face as he told you that you deserved to be happy, and how he hadn’t seemed quite able to meet your eyes on several occasions since his arrival.

So preoccupied were you with replaying and analysing your interactions with Hoseok that night and thoughts of his undulating hips, you hadn’t noticed Jenny approaching you, and you were startled as she softly touched your shoulder and whispered in your ear.

“Are you alright? You’ve been doing the school dance two-step for about half a song now.”

Her words shook you from your thoughts, and you were jolted back in to the present, re-focusing your eyes to find Hoseok observing you, concern lacing his fine features.

You struggled to tear your eyes away from his, feeling your face become hot at the images your mind had been subjecting you to. You finally turned to Jenny, your words weak as you answered. “I’m okay,” you insisted, and you knew that if the music was quieter she wold have heard the contradictory squeak in your voice. “I just need to go to the bathroom.”

Before Jenny could respond, you saw Hoseok beginning to move towards you and decided to make a hasty exit, taking off in the direction of the relative safety of the restroom before you gave anything away, irrationally concerned that he would suddenly attain psychic abilities and know all the thoughts racing hotly through your head.

You fought your way through the crowd clumsily in your hurry to try and escape, irritated at yourself for allowing your imagination to run away with itself the way it had, and surprised at just how potent the feeling of desire was that had travelled through you as you had become entranced with the movement of Hoseok's body.

He was your friend for crying out loud.

This was all Jin’s fault really, filling your head with suggestions that Hoseok may harbour feelings for you that went slightly beyond platonic. Mind you, Jin had only really said that he had missed you a little, anything after that – any assumptions or interpretations – had been down to you entirely.

You groaned aloud to yourself, resolving to splash your face with cold water and carry on with the night without acting like a horny teenager, it had just...been a while, that was all. Hoseok had just been kind and sweet to you in a way that you hadn’t experienced in a while, and you had decided to start fantasising about him like some kind of deviant.

As you patted your face dry with the rough paper towels you examined your reflection. It might not have hurt to put on a little make-up before you'd left the house. Under the fluorescent lights, the bags under your eyes looked even more pronounced, and you noticed a stain of unknown origin just beneath the neckline of your t-shirt.

You reached over to the dispenser and pulled out more paper towels, running them beneath the faucet for a few seconds before trying to fruitlessly scrub away at the mark. You exhaled loudly at the futility of the attempt and leant forward with both hand braced on the sink, feeling tears begin to prick at the back of your eyes.

Why did you come here? You were obviously not ready to reintroduce yourself to the real world if you were just going to start salivating at one of your closest friends at the slightest inference that he may have been interested in you. You balled up the napkin in your hand and lifted it to rub at your eyes in an effort to stop the tears that were threatening to spill out.

You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder and turned to see a pretty girl in a slinky black dress holding out a tissue to you. “You’ll hurt yourself with those,” the girl said, nodding her head towards the paper towel dispenser.

“Thanks,” you replied shakily, taking the tissue while sniffling and smiling gratefully at her, duly reminded that in times of distress, sometimes the ladies restroom is the nicest place to be.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled warmly at you, snapping her purse shut and turning to fluff her hair in the mirror. “Do you have some people out there to cheer you up?” You nodded in response and she gestured towards the door. “Let’s go then,” she said simply once she was convinced you weren't about to burst in to tears, holding the door open for you and wishing you a good evening as she wandered off back towards the seating area beyond the dancefloor.

You watched her as she made her way back through the crowd, drawing admiring glances from more or less anyone who noticed her. She didn’t have to be kind to you, but if she hadn’t the likelihood that you would have spent the rest of the night in the bathroom hiding from Hoseok was fairly high.

You took a deep breath and began to walk back to where you had left Jenny and the boys, your eyes flicking over in the direction of the booth where the pretty girl had just retaken her seat to offer her a grateful smile or wave or something, stopping in your tracks as you saw the face of the man who wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned towards her.

No. It couldn’t be, could it? Why was that nice girl from the bathroom suddenly engaged in a passionate kiss with your ex? You felt your eyes widen and jaw drop as you stood motionless in shock for what was probably seconds but felt like hours. Right, you definitely shouldn’t have come out tonight. Still unsure of what to do with the newfound knowledge that your ex had apparently moved on unfairly rapidly, you felt panic begin to set in as you spotted one of his friends recognise you as you stared at their table, reaching over to tap him as his eyes remained trained on your location.

You turned on the spot so your back was to them, looking around for an escape route and finding your only viable course of action was to retreat back in to the ladies room, halting once more as you realised the entrance was blocked by a large group of girls trying to carry their almost impressively inebriated friend back in to the club.

You pivoted again, the feeling of dread increasing as your ex started to look around in your direction. You really didn’t want him to see you right now. You had no desire to get back together with him, but you would have really preferred to maintain some semblance of dignity and unfortunately in your present state that didn’t really seem like a viable possibility.

“Y/N?”

The voice sounded concerned yet far away, your ears buzzing with a combination of the loud music and the fear of losing face in such an embarrassing way.

“Y/N, what happened? Are you alright?”

Just as you were sure you were about to make eye contact with your ex-boyfriend for the first time in three weeks, Hoseok suddenly appeared in front of you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders and blocking you from being able to see the booth where he was sitting.

You arrived back in reality just in time to see him follow your line of sight to see the cause of your temporary near-catatonic state, and you saw comprehension cross his features as he tightened his grip on you and steered you back to lean you against the wall, using his frame to shield you from the eyes of your ex and everyone else in the room.

“Just look at me, okay?” His voice was barely audible above the pounding of the music, but you could just about hear the pleading in it. “You’ll be okay, y/n, I promise.”

You were stunned in to silence for so many reasons, and you felt overwhelmed by the plethora of emotions that were coursing through you at that moment even as your vision was completely taken up by Hoseok’s chest at your eye level.

You struggled to wrap your head around a number of thoughts at once. Firstly, your ex was here and with a beautiful girl he was evidently comfortable enough with to have been with her a while. Given that you only broke up less than a month ago, he either moved on incredibly quickly and without much trouble, or he had been seeing her a heck of a lot longer than that. Secondly, you weren’t entirely sure you could blame him for his decision given how beautiful and likable his new love interest seemed to be, especially when compared to what an absolute hot mess you were at that moment.

Just as your mortification at the situation threatened to cause you to run screaming from the club, your thoughts were then pulled in to an entirely different direction as Hoseok stroked his hands calmingly down your arms and you were reminded why you had ran off to the ladies room in the first place. You were all of a sudden incapable of thinking about anything other than the man standing in front of you whose thumbs were stroking soothing patterns in to the bare skin of your upper arms.

His closeness overtook your senses completely, and your heart pounded in your chest as you lifted your eyes to find him staring at the floor between your feet.

“Please, just look at me,” he repeated softly, although it seemed as though he was speaking to himself.

“Hoseok,” you said simply, and his eyes instantly snapped up to meet yours.

The heat in his gaze was so fierce you found you were unable look directly at it for too long, choosing instead to focus on his mouth, until realising that was also a mistake as he licked his lips unconsciously, leaving them slightly parted as he continued to stare down at you.

An unseen force suddenly thrust him closer to you, and you assumed a member of the mostly drunk throng had bumped in to him, causing him to brace his weight on his hands on the wall either side of you. Your hands reflexively flew up in front of you to press against his chest, and you felt the firm muscle there shift beneath your fingertips and his heart beating almost in time with your pulse which was pounding rapidly and restlessly in your ears.

Any thoughts of your ex vanished as quickly as he had appeared that night as you realised just how close Hoseok’s lips were to your own, and you tilted your face up towards his almost involuntarily. All it would take was the smallest dip of his head...

“Oh what a surprise,” a voice cut sarcastically through the moment. “Just a friend is he, y/n?”

You both turned towards the voice to find your ex standing next to you, his face a mixture of disdain and triumph at his perceived discovery.

Hoseok moved to place an arm protectively around your shoulder, raising the other out in front of him in a halting motion towards the upset looking man. “Just go back to your table, it doesn’t concern you any more.”

He knocked Hoseok’s hand away and snorted derisively. “Like hell it doesn’t, I always knew there was something up with your friendship,” he made quotation marks with his fingers at the word. “I always saw you checking her out when you thought no one was looking.”

You rolled your eyes at his accusation. “Seriously, as if he would – ”

“So what if I did?” Hoseok retorted defiantly, cutting you off.

Wait, what?

“I never acted on it, did I? She was your girlfriend. You’re the one that broke it off, so stop blaming other people for your actions, it’s childish.”

You stood, your mouth agape, staring at Hoseok. Had he just admitted to liking you? Since when? Did everybody but you know about it?

The girl from the bathroom suddenly appeared behind them, blatantly confused, yet still smiling in greeting. “Hi again,” she directed at you, causing your ex to stop glaring at Hoseok and turn his attention to you returning her smile. “What’s going on babe? Are you okay?”

He at least had the decency to look sheepish at her question, and he opened his mouth to speak, although no sound followed the motion.

You stepped in, for her benefit rather than for his or your own, it was fairly evident she had no idea of your previous ties to her now-boyfriend. “Yeah, sorry. I thought he was someone else,” you said simply, wrapping your arm around Hoseok’s narrow waist and looking up at him. “Are you ready to go sweetie?”

He blinked down at you, confusion etching his face before he spoke. “Uh...sure,” he finally managed, allowing himself to be pulled towards the exit with only the slightest encouragement from you.

The two of you waved to a very confused looking Jenny and Jin in the middle distance, your arms still curled around one another, and Jenny made a phone shape with one hand and mouthed ‘call me’ at you excitedly.

You had relinquished your hold on one another bashfully as soon as you had exited the venue, and after ten minutes or so of walking towards your house in near silence and barely being able to look at one another, Hoseok spoke first.

“Are you alright? Seems like you’ve had a pretty eventful evening out, considering it was your first one for a while,” he smiled down at you warmly, nudging you jocularly with his elbow.

You laughed humorlessly in response, but did not answer. Your mind had been mulling over what your ex had said about Hoseok checking you out while you were still in a relationship with him, and you were still struggling to get your head around Hoseok’s admission to it. Still, people made false confessions all the time, right? He was probably just doing it to spare you any more embarrassment.

Undeterred by your lack of response, he spoke again. This time his tone was more measured and subdued, and he slowed his pace and softly took hold of your wrist. “Why did you let him off the hook like that?”

You allowed him to pull you to a stop and face him, puzzled by the forlorn expression on his face. “What do you mean?”

He released your wrist from his grip and ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “I mean with that girl before. It’s pretty obvious that he’s been seeing her for a while, why didn’t you say something? Why were you protecting him?”

You were surprised by how peturbed he seemed to be by it, and you tried without much success to work out a logical explanation as to why he seemed to be so angry at your ex on your behalf. “I wasn’t protecting him,” you began, “I was protecting her.”

His eyebrows knitted together at your response and he pouted his lips together, his face the very image of confused.

“She was sweet to me when I was upset in the bathroom,” you continued to explain. “It’s not her fault that he apparently screwed me over, why should she suffer for it? Hopefully he’ll be more honest with her than he was with me.”

Hoseok narrowed his eyes at your answer, looking at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. He stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around you drawing you in to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You are the most amazing person I have ever met,” he mumbled in to your hair, squeezing around you tightly for a few seconds before releasing you, causing you to stumble backwards a little, both at the sudden action and the sincerity of his words.

You continued walking again, this time in a much more companionable silence.

“Why were you upset?” He asked once you finally reached the small gate at the front of your house, and then as if he had only just remembered, “why did you run off?”

You quickly diverted your gaze to your feet, unable to maintain eye contact as you recalled being entranced by the tireless moving of his hips and the muscles of his thighs shifting beneath his torn jeans, and you felt your face heat up as the same tingling sensation that had had you running scared earlier that night began to take up residence in the pit of your stomach once more.

“I, um...I just...”

You had no idea what you should say to explain your swift exit an hour or so ago, you weren’t exactly adept at thinking on your feet, and you chewed on your lip as you attempted to formulate a feasible answer.

So intent were you on trying to think of an excuse, that you didn’t notice Hoseok taking a step towards you and closing the distance between you again until he lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“Did Jin tell you how I felt about you?” He asked lowly, breathing deeply after the question, his eyes searching yours for your reaction.

“How do you feel about me?” You responded, your voice barely more than a whisper as you tilted your face closer to his.

He dipped his head lower, slowly but surely decreasing the distance between you. He sighed as he felt your hands travel up his arms, settling at his biceps, his mouth no more than three centimetres away from yours. “Have I not been obvious enough?”

“Show me,” you pleaded breathlessly, a split-second before he pressed his lips hungrily to yours.

The force of the kiss would have sent you careening backwards had Hoseok not splayed his hand against the small of your back and held you flush against him, his lips working in perfect sync with yours, his mouth swallowing the soft whimpers that left you at the intensity of the sensations he was pulling from you.

He shifted his free hand and lifted it to caress your face as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, parting his lips and licking gently at yours to encourage you to do the same. You eagerly complied and sagged further in to his arms as you felt his tongue stroke in to your mouth, and you heard him groan as you pressed your body impossibly tighter against his.

Finally – reluctantly – Hoseok broke the kiss, keeping a firm hold on you until you seemed more able to steady yourself. He smiled his heart-shaped grin at you, and – true to form – you were utterly incapable of resisting returning the expression.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked, laughter bubbling just beneath his voice.

“I should say so,” you answered, touching your fingers to your lips as though checking you hadn’t imagined what had just transpired.

You felt conflicted. Despite the fact that you had just shared easily the most passionate kiss of your entire life with him, the fact remained that Hoseok was first and foremost your friend, and you began to worry that he may be confusing his affection for you as a result of his recent break up. You were terrified of jeopardising your friendship when you were both only so very recently single. “Hoseok, I –”

He lifted his finger to your lips to stop you, allowing himself just one moment to stroke the pad of his index finger against the softness of your bottom lip. “I know things are a little bit up in the air at the moment, I know you just broke up with your boyfriend, but you should know how much I care about you. I have from the second I met you.”

You felt your pulse race and your eyes prick hot with tears at his confession, wanting so desperately for the situation to be so much simpler than it was. “You’ve only just broken up with Mieka too, Hobi.”

He smiled at the nickname, and shook his head, knowing that you assumed he would need time to get over her. “Y/N, I broke up with Mieka the second I heard you were single, it wouldn’t have been fair to stay with her after I found out, even if I never got the chance to tell you how I felt. How I feel,” he corrected himself. “I certainly never thought I’d get to kiss you. Now that I have...” He shook his head as he tried to work out how to articulate what he wanted to say. He sighed again. “I have waited a really long time for you, y/n. I can wait a little longer.”

You stood in complete shock as you took in his words. He had been waiting for you? Your head spun as you imagined a relationship with him, how happy he would make you, how much time you would spend laughing with him, how he would take care of you, and your heart swelled at the thought.

He hugged you to him tightly once more before kissing your forehead lightly and relinquishing his hold on you. He nodded towards your front door to prompt you to go inside, smiling happily as he began to walk backwards away from you. “As long as it takes.”

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tentimesbetter · 7 years ago

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Dance With Me || Ten

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Genre: Fluff ; College/Uni!AU

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Everyone seems to think college parties are mixers to relieve stress except for you who thinks they’re a hassle. Apparently so does the beautiful strange boy who’s your only company at a party after you manage to lose your friend.

University life, allegedly, was meant to be this: Full of fun weekend parties and subsequent hookups if people got lucky. If they got luckier, weekend parties meant scoring dates and a young love blooming. Parties were the highlight of the hectic schedules graduates had– a world away from the stress and pressure of courses and societal expectations– the only time students got to be themselves and relax. Even without the dates and hookups, parties were a win-win situation because everyone got to “live a little, Y/N” before the grim reality of overwork and impending unemployment came crashing down on them.

… Or so your dearest friend in the entire universe, Jung Jaehyun would like you to believe. More accurately, he forces that belief on you because he would ultimately drag you to whichever frat house was hosting a party that week whether you liked it or not. It was tragic because Jaehyun may have been created for partying– social skills coupled with a charming smile, the ability to get drunk without getting hungover and the mental strength to survive more than fifteen hours without sleep all of which combined to form a formidable party animal– but you were not. You spent Monday morning to Friday evening dealing with your coursework and the idea of parties which always came with too little real talk and too much alcohol were the last place you wanted to ever be. You wouldn’t even mind the mindless chattering if the aforementioned dearest friend at least stuck around with you at parties but no– the boy would, inevitably albeit unintentionally, end up leaving you alone to attend to the needs of someone or another who wanted to hook up with him after he flashed you an apologetic smile.

You sigh, completely used to the routine but still a little put off by it– especially tonight, after a particularly exhausting assignment week. “So much for not leaving me alone this time,” you mumble, slightly annoyed as Jaehyun gets pulled into a corner to make out– definitely not returning for at least a couple of hours. The music playing is borderline obnoxious and after a quick looking around, you realise you truly didn’t know anyone at this party. Tonight will be long, you decide, pulling out your phone and making yourself comfortable on the near empty couch away from the dance floor and prepare yourself to not die of social awkwardness or boredom– whichever came first. ***

It’s about 1 AM and you’re bored out of your wits which only adds to how tired you feel. If it wasn’t for the loud, thrumming music, you’re sure you would have fallen asleep on the couch– you’re already in your “nap-on-the-couch” position and the idea of sleeping is extremely tempting. It’s probably too tempting and the temptation is apparent enough to prompt a stranger to approach you.

“Hi I’m Ten and you should come dance with me,” he says, half-smiling in amusement. “It’s a better idea than falling asleep unattended at a party,” he adds when you hesitate. Despite yourself, you blush– more out of mortification at being caught falling asleep than because of the fact that someone that beautiful is actually talking to you. He looks slightly familiar even though you can’t for the life of you remember where you might have seen him.

“I’m here with someone else,” you tell him, hesitantly. “I’m supposed to wait here in case they come back too drunk to look for me.” No way would he actually be interested in you, would he? It’s probably too much alcohol in his system making him look for a hookup even if his eyes seem too alert and sparkling for him to be inebriated.

Ten raises an eyebrow at you. “Well they’re clearly not here yet and you’ve been sitting here all evening,” he points out. You can’t bring yourself to respond fast enough as his lips curve into a mischievous smile. “Oh wait, do you have two left feet something?”

His smirk only widens as he realises he’s hit the spot. “I refuse to comment on that,” you stutter, refusing to meet his gaze. “Why do you want to dance with me anyway?” you frown. “It’s not like there’s a dearth of people who’d want to dance with you– especially with a face like that.”

He laughs as you bite your tongue for running your mouth. “Thanks but a backhanded compliment isn’t going to rid you of me.”

You pull a face at the remark– blaming the minimal alcohol you’ve had for the ease you feel around him. “Is anything going to rid me of you?” you ask, rolling your eyes. “No! Don’t say a dance,” you add as he opens his mouth to respond.

“You know me so well already,” he quibs, wiping a non-existent tear, “it’s almost heart-warming except you’re using it against me.” You roll your eyes again, resisting the urge to laugh at his tone. “You could just find someone who wouldn’t use it against you,” you remark.

“Who says I want to?” he retorts. “I’m actually tired of dancing around anyway and since you’re not that sleepy anymore, it’s more fun than having someone I won’t remember tomorrow shoving their tongue down my throat.”

You raise an eyebrow at the comment and he shrugs in response. “You’re strange,” you inform him to which he simply sticks out his tongue at you. “And childish,” you add.

***

Somehow, you’ve managed to fall into a comfortable silence with Ten as he sits next to you scrolling through his own phone and letting you use him as a pillow while he makes occasional snide remarks about how he’s “not your pillow, Y/N.” The crowd’s gotten drunker and subsequently hornier by now– a fact backed by the sheer number of couples who seem completely unaware of the world as they make out. You spot Jaehyun near the kitchen door, the girl from earlier on his lap as they sit on the floor while he kisses her. You let out a sigh– apparently you’re going home alone because Jaehyun doesn’t seem to be on the path to returning home with you. Might as well leave now, you decide– it’s only 2 AM and you could still get seven hours of sleep and manage to wake up at decent hours.

“Hey Ten?” you say, looking up at him. He hums response– meeting your gaze and for a moment you’re distracted by how beautiful he is– his features sharp and gentle like pixies are depicted– and you wonder what it would be like to kiss him. The thought lasts for barely a second before he taps your forehead. “Earth to Y/N,” he says, drawing out each syllable. “What were you saying before you started checking me out?”

“You wish I was checking you out,” you scoff, hoping he can’t see the way your ears redden at having been caught. “I was just going to tell you that I’m going to leave– I don’t think my friend’s gonna need me to walk him home.”

“I’ll walk you home,” he replies, getting up with you. “It’s late and this area’s pretty shady,” he explains when you begin to protest, telling him he doesn’t need to. “I don’t want to be pestered by the guilt of you possibly being mugged until I see you again,” he adds.

You sigh, silently grateful for his stubborn refusal to take back the offer– walking alone never appealed to you. “If I hadn’t met you at a party and seen at least ten different people come and make small talk to you, I’d think you didn’t have a social life,” you tell him, only to have him tut at you disapprovingly.

“Like you’d be one to judge after you spent an entire party on your phone,” he responds, following you out of the house and closing the door behind him.

***

The walk back to your apartment is fun. You're relieved to be away from the smell of sweat and alcohol mixed with testosterone and Ten seems to share the same sentiments because he talks more and smiles more than he did. You find out he’s in the same statistics class for extra credits. “No wonder you looked so familiar!” you exclaim to which he responds with a look.

“Are you telling me you didn’t recognise me at all?” he sighs as you shake your head in response– holding back laughter at how offended he sounds. “Not even after I introduced myself?”

“Why do you make it sound like you knew exactly who I was? You probably didn’t know me either,” you counter, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

“Why would I ever leave my friends and provide company to some stranger who was on their phone throughout an entire party?” he asks you. “I thought you recognized me at some point but you’re literally the worst.”

“Rude,” you tell him, “but I’m sorry– I’ll make it up to you somehow?”

He gives you sidelong glance and you pout apologetically making him smile slightly. “I doubt you can after you refused my offer to a dance,” he says, feigning disapproval. You sigh at his response– partly amused by how petty he’s acting.

“Oh c’mon, Ten!” you whine. “We’ve almost reached my apartment and it’s around three AM and you still can’t let go of something that small. Your pettiness makes you obnoxious enough for your good looks to take a backseat.”

He raises an eyebrow at the comment, smirking just enough for you to miss how his cheeks redden slightly. “You think I look good?”

“Maybe you’re slightly cute,” you concede, rolling your eyes. “You know, when you’re not being a brat.”

“You think I’m cute,” he smiles brightly, halting as the two of you finally reach your building. “That’s good to know because now you can go out for coffee with me after stats on Monday to make up for all the wrongs you’ve committed against me tonight.”

“As- as a date?” you manage to choke out, your face obviously flushed under the streetlight as he nods. “I’ll take your stunned expression as a yes,” he grins. “See you on Monday, Y/N unless I find you sleeping at another party.”

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sweetpeasins · 8 years ago

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InCube Gala Fic

This is just a little fic for the wonderful Gala @monster-at-heart and @abdomented are hosting! Thank you so much to @shezmu-tummies for letting me steal Cass for this little awful story! It was the kind of day that woke him up with a cold slap to the face and coffee grounds in his latte. It was the kind of day that dragged him down the street kicking and screaming. It was the kind of day where your best friend dragged you to what he said would be ‘The best night ever!’ but slowly turned into ‘Please just stay’ and you somehow end up talking to the exact kind of person you despise while you’re drinking a grossly light drink and the city lights burn your eyes. It was the type of day Easel Evido fucking hated.

Easel peeked over the railing outside the gala on a small secluded balcony, a cigarette lazily hung out of the side of his mouth as he talked through the smoke and the taste of sweet tobacco on his tongue. His legs still shook after shitting his pants from the one and only time he let Dilly drive, metaphorically though, of course, he’d have the most optimistic fuck in the world know immediately. “Why did I even come here? It’s not like I signed a blood pact!” Easel hissed, ignoring a question he didn’t care enough to hear. He moved the cigarette to the corner of his mouth, the ash drew grey marks down the side of his suit that hugged his body. “Or did I sign a blood pact without knowing?” Cass paused awkwardly around his too-fruity drink, because he was pretty sure they were just talking about InCube a moment before. Easel looked down to the city below that he had drove around rampant in a drunken frenzy about a week before the Gala, he couldn’t remember why now. The city lights were outshone by the Gala lights behind them, painting them with festive whites and blues as the colors shifted and the mood changed in a constant hurry to delight and entertain all the guests. Easel didn’t even look back to watch as the guests moved to the dance floor and twirled each other around to the beat of some dumb song that vibrated the thin balcony. Easel tipped his glass, drinking a horrible concoction that was 5 percent ice and 95 percent straight vodka. But Cass wouldn’t be surprised if it was just rubbing alcohol from the smell of it, they looked to each other silently. Cass looked down at the glass with a mixture of fear and respect, taking the man’s look as an offer. “N-No, I’m a light weight.” “I thought so,” Easel replied, cigarette curled in his fingers, tip glowing. He watched Cass’ face through the smoke. “Why are you out here talking to me? Aren’t your friends inside?” He seemed more annoyed than concerned. “I only know most people from the waiting room,” Cass admitted, he held his glass over the side of the balcony, the lights danced off of the gold plastered to his hair. It was beautiful in a way, the way the gold was weaved into his hair and sparkling along his cheeks, Easel watched how it glistened as Cass turned his head to look down the balcony at the valet service below. Easel followed his eyes lazily. “Lookin’ for someone?” “No,” Cass coughed out after a few moments of awkward silence. “Okay, you’re pretty bad at lying, but that’s okay,” The alien laughed cruelly, Cass turned a different shade of purple underneath the gentle white light from inside the Gala. “So who’re you lookin’ for?” Easel asked, and before he could stop himself, “Someone cute?” Cass seemed to think for a moment, his eyes distantly staring off to the well dressed valets and the few guests still piling in even after the event had started hours before. “J-Just some friends.” Easel shifted the cigarette in his mouth, it was dying quickly. He chewed on the answer for a moment before he let out a dramatic groan and draped his arms over the railing. Gossip was better than drinking and smoking alone on the balcony while his best friend had a great night inside. He was gonna get fucking something out of the night. “Tell me about ‘em.” And Cass did, his face lit up as he talked, his mouth moved quickly, and Easel looked over at him with a mixture of sudden jealousy and dread woven into his cold face. Cass’ words weren’t important, it was the way he said it, the way he seemed so animated, the exhausted blue-moons beneath his eyes fading back into his skin. Easel didn’t listen to the words, he watched the man’s lips move in the light, how they glistened, how they spoke above the face of his best friend in the distance as he twirled an unfamiliar girl onto the dance floor, her light blue body tucked into a sultry skintight dress. Easel watched as they danced around, he could see their legs working in the crowd. She twirled him around, she opened her mouth and picked him clean off the floor, he laughed. Easel gripped the side of the railing. “I’m rambling, right? Yeah I’m rambling I’ll just stop-” “-It’s fine, kid.” He pressed himself closer to the railing, his forehead barely level with the top of it. “You said your name was Cass earlier,” He said it more as a command than a question, Cass had the feeling that even if that wasn’t his name Easel had decided that was going to be his name regardless, according to him. “Yes,” Cass said, looking down at the smaller man that seemed anything but. “Oh, I never got your-!” “It’s Easel,” he said with cold civility, still not looking directly at him. “Let me tell you something, Cass. Don’t you apologize for speaking your mind, don’t live your life fuckin’ scared of sayin’ whatcha want. You aren’t gonna get anywhere like that, so say whatcha want. Least for tonight, humor me, yeah?” Cass sighed and looked down at his watered down drink which was about the only thing that wouldn’t have him shambling around like a drunken idiot after one cup. “I know I know, I just don’t-” Easel saw Dilly finally break away from his pretty new blue friend as the music died down, they chatted for what seemed like years, then she waltzed off like something had suddenly grabbed her attention. They made eye contact, Easel snapped away. “That wasn’t a question.” Easel’s eyes finally looked up from his drink into Cass’ face, they lingered there for a moment, glowing dully in the darkness. His lips twitched. “Do it. Or I will goddamn make you-” “Ease! You gotta come meet my old friend, Lorai-” A shadow fell over both of them as Dilly stood in the doorway, his eyes drifted between them, suddenly a little more uncomfortable than he had been before. In the darkness he could only make out the vague shapes of things, but he could definitely see the nervousness on Cass’ face. Dilly took in the scene with quiet uneasiness that could be felt more than seen. “Am I..interrupting something?” “Not at all, you think I was doing something actually fun?” Easel asked half-heartedly, but only because it sounded better than ‘I’m sick of being here and talking to people, cut it the fuck out’. He drank the last of the vodka from the bottom of his glass. They all stared at each other, the soothing music from the dance floor did nothing to break the tension. Dilly thought around the gnawing question on his mind and chewed his tongue instead. Eventually Easel flipped Dilly off as he walked past and back into the building, “Sorry, he can get a little intense,” Dilly offered endearingly, watching as Easel put the rest of his cigarette out on a poor waiter’s shoe. He peered past the smoke into the blinding light of the gala, it sent neon zebra stripes across his face. “It’s Cass, right? From the OVI Division?” Cass nodded quickly and shifted over as subtly as he could. If Dilly noticed it he didn’t say anything. “Yeah, I think I’ve seen you around there before!” Cass tried to push some confidence into his voice, even he didn’t find it convincing. “I work in that division, it’s nice to get lost in the paperwork sometimes. I love talking to the people, but, you know, sometimes the best thing to see when you’re going into labor isn’t me,” Dilly laughed and smiled, his gnarled teeth hung outside of his lips, as if they were proving his point. Cass laughed, but it was forced out of him, the tender skin around his recent c-section burned with the mention. They talked about nothing in particular, laughing at jokes that hardly made any sense, and devoured the scene of the metropolitan city in the distance that bounced a fine green mist onto the dark night clouds. Dilly’s eyes had gone soft and dreamy, his tail curled around the railing like a thick vine. He opened his mouth to reply when the smell of strong booze struck them both and Dilly turned around to see Easel leaning onto the doorway for dear life. “Dilly, I have, I have something really, really important I gotta show you,” Easel slurred, drawing out every single word. Drool dribbled down his chin. “I think I’ve literally left you alone for a grand total of five minutes, what could you of possibly done?” Easel guided Dilly down to his level too easily, like he was on a leash. Easel put a sloppy, wet finger on his lips. “Promise, promise me ya won’t get mad.” Dilly looked over to Cass desperately, but the man only shrugged and seemed to be trying to disappear into the far corner of the balcony. He sighed. “I promise I won’t get mad.” “I threw up on one of the bar stools. I dunno which one, but it’s definitely not sitable anymore.” Immediately Dilly’s goodbye to Cass were light, he half carried half dragged his best friend through the crowds, tugging his arm back when he reached out with his drunken grabby hands for the shiniest dresses and suits. All the while Easel screamed and groaned that ‘sitable’ was indeed a word, even came up with definitions and examples as Dilly looked gratefully over to Loraine, who had already cleaned the bar stool up until it shined like it was brand new.

Easel’s face was smushed against the cold bathroom tiles, one of his ears hung on the side of the toilet, his eyes lazily rolled in his head to look at Dilly in the doorway. They had been sitting there for what felt like hours, so many unspoken words between them, Dilly’s face a mixture of discomfort and anger. Loraine peeked her head in every few minutes until she was waved off by Dilly, and eventually she stopped coming by all together. Easel licked his lips nauseously. “If you’re done throwing up what little was left of your stomach lining,” Dilly mumbled tiredly, sitting on the floor next to the toilet. “You want to tell me how you possibly drank that much?” “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Easel smiled, his dilated eyes couldn’t concentrate on anything for longer than a few seconds. “Yes I would, because that’s a great talent-because we’re at a gala and you just made Loraine clean up your gross vomit!” “Don’t fucking yell at me,” Easel groaned, he blinked his eyes against the lights, his body shook with another wave of nausea. Dilly sighed, the muffled sounds of the gala swallowed the sound of his claws against the tiles. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed out and-you know my regular excuses. Are you okay?” “Other than the acid in my mouth? Fucking perfect.” “What’s bothering you? I know you, Ease. You can drink a liquor store halfway into bankruptcy if you wanted to, so what’s up with wanting to get wasted tonight? Did you do all of that just to distract Loraine? You know, she’s been wanting to talk to one of the other doctors all night, let her have some goddamn peace-” “What’s bothering me?” Easel repeated, his breath felt like fire down his throat. “What about you? You’ve been fuckin’ running around all goddamn night like a fuckin’ psycho, what else is there for me to do for fun ‘round here? ‘Specially when you’re running around like you’re avoidin-” “I think it’s time I let you go home.” Dilly said quietly, a suddenly panicked look on his face. Easel didn’t ask.

“Alright, alright. I changed Rory’s sheets, tuck him in when you get home.” Dilly stood by their new aircraft as Easel raced through the entrance and snatched the keys from the valet. “You’re not coming with me?” Easel asked as he already had one hand on the ignition and the other on the stereo, like the thought had just occurred to him. “You got a ride?” “I’ll manage,” Dilly replied after a moment. “I know you wanna get home, worst comes to worst I’ll use the teleporters. Unless I feel like taking a casual fifty mile jog.” “If you do take the jog don’t you dare sweat all over those new rugs, I just put that shit in.” “You make me feel like I’m so old,” Dilly said in the most endearing tone in the world, leaning in through the craft’s windows. Easel looked at him evenly. “But you’re the old one-” “You stop that right now-” “-Sixty-five next week!” “No, just generally no, and fuck off while you’re at the no part. No and fuck off.” Dilly hummed, grumbled something that sounded like a mix between laughter and exhaustion as he watched Easel pull away and disappear into four shining white headlights in the distance. He stood there for a long time, watching them go, then he turned around and disappeared back into the crowd. His uneasiness came back in waves.

#incube gala #cass grey #dilly jelani #easel evido #im so sorry its so bad #i love cass so much

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