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l0chn3ss · 5 years ago

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Adventure

Written for @mastar-week Maka x Black Star Week 2019 Day 1: Adventure

In which Black Star is taken on a magical roller coaster adventure

Sunday, June 16th 2019 Father’s Day

After calling Sid in the morning and braving a text to Spirit in the afternoon, Black Star finally settled down into the sofa for a quick game of Super Smash Bros Ultimate before his daily Sunday nap with his cat. He booted the system from where he sat and was just barely choosing his character when Maka came in from the backyard.

“Hey, thank for texting Papa. He still won’t give his blessings, though,” she said, wiping dirt off her face from the kitchen. “Apparently you’ll understand when you’re a dad, too.”

Black Star hit the “+” button on his controller. “‘Coulda told me himself.”

“You’re getting the silent treatment for having ‘audacity to assume I,’ meaning Papa, ‘wanted a text from someone who isn’t my future son-in-law.’ And then he huffed and hung up on me. And then called me back apologizing.”

“Sounds like him.”

Eventually, Maka sat down to join him, ridiculing his inability to block hits from CPUs. She searched for a spare controller briefly before resorting to using the regular joycons from the Switch itself, pulling them out of the system and blocking Black Star’s view just enough for him to be KO’d.

“Yo! Not cool,” he groaned.

“You were losing anyways,” she teased sweetly. “Plus you talk like a caveman when you’re focused on something other than me.”

“Takes a caveman to understand caveman talk.” He let her add another character to the line up, taking the chance to jab at her for switching the colors of Kirby when he knows she’ll only return to pink.

She retorted, “At least I don’t change Lucina’s colors to whoever I married Chrom off to this week.”

“I just wanna see all the combos in Awakening. Multiple playthroughs is how you do it.”

“Just watch YouTube.”

“Ain’t the same,” he said, pressing the Start button again.

After several games, each with alternating victors, Black Star finally threw his controller onto the cushion next to him and announced his nap time plans. Just as he had made it to the bed and turned on the fan, Maka followed him in with her hands behind her back. He knew better than to rush her, so he laid down to wait for her to say something first.

Half expecting her to join in next to him, he was vaguely surprised to see a purple envelope above his head.

“Whazza?”

“Open it,” Maka said, still standing to the side.

Suspicious, he returned to sitting position and eyed the handwriting. It was her’s, but why a card. Why now?

She must have seen his hesitation because she added, “Do you know what today is?”

“Sunday?” he answered, opening the flap and pulling out the contents.

“Father’s Day,” she corrected, just as he read the title of the bright yellow, flowery cover.

He frowned. “No.”

“Yeah.”

“No way.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh hell no, no way.”

“Yeah.”

“Maka.” He looked upwards to her. “I’m a dad?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you shitting me?”

“Nah.”

“I’ma shit myself, Maks. Are you fuckin’ shitting me?”

“Nah.”

“I’m a dad?” He said, a little hysterically, excitedly.

She nodded, smiling. “Yeah.”

Black Star went back to the card, flipping it around and over again. The same words stared him in the face, and he wondered momentarily if he was misreading.

He was not.

“Maka. Babe. We’re only 25. I am only 25. You’re only 24.”

“I know our ages.”

“We ain’t even married yet. It’s in August. I ain’t even a husband yet. I can’t be an entire dad.” He started spirling. “Oh fuck, I ain’t ready. We ain’t ready. Holy shit.”

“Babe, you’ve been a dad for a while now,” Maka said, sitting down beside him. “Remember what my Papa said?”

“Oh shit, what did he say?”

“‘You’ll understand when you’re a dad, too,’ he said.”

“Oh my fuck, he knew.” Black Star put his head in his hands. “He knew I’ve been fuckin’ his kid.”

She nodded. “Premarital sex– a sin.”

“I knew we shoulda used a condom last time,” he repeated like a mantra. “I fuckin’ knew it. My seed is too potent, I shoulda known. I knew it.”

Her hand met his, patting it comfortingly. “We did use one.”

“The time before that, then.”

“I think we did that time, too.”

“Monday? What about Monday?”

Maka chuckled. “It takes longer than that to know if you’re a mom or a dad.”

“How long, Maks?”

“I dunno, like a few weeks, maybe?”

“Oh fuck,” he covered his eyes. “I definitely didn’t use a condom last month. Oh fuck. Oh geez.”

A point poked at his finger and it distracted him long enough from his own thoughts for Maka to say, “Read the card, dad.”

“Yeah, I should read it, huh. I gotta take responsibility now.” He let out a watery sniff. “Fuck, I don’t think I can handle it.”

She urged him, opening the card herself and placing it in his hands. “You can do it.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I’m Black Star. I’m a dad.” He smiled sappily. “I’m a dad.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Ok. I’m reading it.”

“Then read it.”

“Ok.” He took a final breath and prepared his fragile heart.

No doubt it would be something cute if it were written by Maka. Possibly have a picture of an ultrasound. Addressing “mom and pops.” Oh wait, a girl wouldn’t say pops. Was it a guy or a girl. Oh fuck, he’s never had to wash another guy’s weenie? But it’ll be a baby so it’ll be a teeny weenie?

He could handle that.

He could definitely clean a teeny weenie.

On the card, it read:

“To Dad, Happy Father’s Day. You’re the cat’s meow. From, Blair.”

From, who?

“Come here, Blair!” Maka called cheerfully, patting her lap.

Their cat bounced onto the bed and coyly stretched against the mattress, giving a full fanged yawn while her mom stroked the fur down her back. She deposited herself onto Maka’s lap and smiled lazily while her dad screeched bloody murder.

It was nap time.

INSP by @harvoyle on Twitter

#mastar week 2019 #makaxblackstar week 2019 #soul eater #nessie spills #mastar #mastar week

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psychadelicrose · 5 years ago

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Day 1: Adventure

happy @mastar-week 2019!! here’s to all of us having a good time <33 here is a dragon au because I love dragon aus and I hope yall do too thank u

lol this is a day late because I had no computer to post with yesterday but it aite uwu the premise for this is basically “maka is an unconventional princess who sought out the companionship of a dragon by herself, instead of waiting to be snatched up.” this chapter would take place somewhere in the middle of the plot! much love to my sweet potato @l0chn3ss for betaing and giving advice when I asked <33

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It was strange, having nothing to do. There was no duty or task to keep her occupied. A quill in her right hand and a tutor to the same side, peering over her shoulder, is usually where she’d find herself now. Or maybe at a luncheon with a neighboring diplomat, listlessly sipping her tea or ferociously holding her tongue.

She felt a little silly, lounging in a meadow.

What doing?

Breathing in deeply, Maka lifted the book she’d let drape over her face like a silken mask. The pages fluttered and shifted like a fan as she did, and she saw that her spot had been lost. She huffed.

Reading, she responded.

Lie. No pages.

Maka giggled and set the book aside, allowing herself to shake the pages loudly for good measure. See, she jibed, not expecting him to believe her and not particularly harried to be believed.

He tried again, not deterred. She could see him in her mind’s eye, with his head tilted to the side and ears perked just so. The amount of time he spent focused on her was almost exhausting, but she’d chosen this for herself.

What doing?

Breathing out, Maka smiled something small and secret. She rolled over in the grass and felt the sun tickle her skin, a kiss from the heavens and sweeter than all else. He was always like this, checking in and making sure all was right. He took his responsibility very seriously, although he was almost childlike in some of his approaches. He was as hard to predict as a summer’s night.

Napping then, maybe.

No nap. Wait there.

He wanted her to wait until he was there to watch her, is what she assumed he meant. His speaking skills were getting better, and the thought made her feel suspiciously delighted. Most of the time, his thoughts came across to her just like this. It was enough to understand, but anymore more complex was still difficult for him.

Hmm? she tried. There was no real urgency in the thought. She just liked to get a rise out of her dragon. It serves him right for leaving her to her boredom.

I said no.

Maka stifled a laugh at the severity of his voice. Lately, he’d taken on a tough-love approach when he thought she was being unruly. It almost never worked, but she enjoyed his concern and the novelty of it all. She’d love to see his reaction if she ever managed to sneak away to town.

And if I do it anyways? Maka shifted her arms until she could rest her head comfortably, still smiling to herself. The sun felt healing against her back, and the grass was supple on her stomach. Then, a sudden puff of air hit the back of her neck and caused her to shiver. Maka snorted into her arms.

No wings.

Pointedly keeping her eyes closed, Maka chose to reply out loud. She spoke to him flatly, not once believing he’d follow through with his threat.

“You’re blocking my sun.”

So? She could hear the challenge in his voice, and she itched to meet it.

A few moments went by without another word from her dragon. Cracking open her eyes, she settled on the black scales sitting in front of her like a statue, and another hot puff of air hit her skin. Maka looked up towards the deep, steel blue eyes trained on her.

“You never let me sleep out in the open, even when I do ask,” Maka pointed out. In truth, she didn’t mind. Curling up under his wings had become a guilty pleasure, one so embarrassing that she’d never let on to it. “I get hot in the middle of the night,” she fibbed. If she argued to sleep alone, he’d give her the flattest look that told her all she needed to know. “Dragons— strong. Princess, not.” It was infuriating, but she was determined to change his mind someday. However, she wouldn’t usually object at the current point in their journey. Not when spring was upon them and the nights were wrought with chilled mist.

Presently, Maka chose to blindly stuff her castaway book into her satchel to be with her other belongings. If she was going to be bossed around, she at least wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Yeah. Sweaty, he agreed. He looked down his snout at her and indulged in the heated glare she threw at him. She let a litany of annoyed tones move across their bond, to tell him that He didn't have to make her sleep there with him!

Not safe, he explained, not sounding serious in the slightest. He doesn’t move his eyes away from her, and she can see him not so subtly looking over her body for anything out of place. More? He bared his fangs animatedly, so much so that she could tell his intention was to pull off a smirk.

If he was truly fluent in her language, she could practically hear him at the edges of her senses, cackling and trying for, “You got a problem?” instead.

“Tyrant,” Maka snarked. She pulled one hand out from under her and used it to shove away his snout, squawking when he merely pushed it against her harder. One claw inched closer, as if to cage her against the ground. He’d never dare touch her with his nails, she knew, but he wasn’t afraid to roughhouse either. Rolling onto her back, Maka used both hands to shove at his snout instead. A goading rumble resonated from his chest, and the sound made her twist her body so that her boots could push up against his sternum. “Off, lizard!”

Annoyingly, he huffed a distracting breath in her face on purpose, and merely slithered his tail between his own legs so that it could wrap securely around one of her ankles. Before she could react, he’d pulled her straight out from under him, and proceeded to drag her behind him like a prize. He glanced back at her briefly, all to pleased with himself, and let loose a series of clicks she knew to be laughter. Maka just barely managed to grab her bag before being pulled away, and she screeched in indignation.

“Excuse me!” There is no reply, only a sly turn of his head so that she could see he was listening but wasn’t considering letting her go. She scrambled for any purchase and kicked her free boot against the knot of his tail, but nothing seemed to slow him down. It was only then that noticed he was dragging her towards the river. “Black Star, do not!”

Clean you, was the only explanation she received before he stopped short of the river, still holding onto her ankle tightly. She was sure she had grass in her hair and stains on the back of her neck. Maka let a loud groan escape, and banged her head against the grass in protest. She shot him a nasty look that she had no doubt he could feel.

“I don’t need a caretaker!” There’s another tug against her ankle, testing the waters. Maka used her stomach muscles to haul her torso forward, and tried to wiggle her fingers underneath his scaly tail. Black Star only watched her in amusement and tightened his grip.

Funny. Heaving another groan through her teeth, Maka smacked his tail once for good measure. She pouted when it only served to sting the palm of her hand. Mosquito. His eyes shimmered something cocky.

“Throw me in the river already if that’s what you want.” Another tug to her ankle, and Maka’s hands flew backwards to grip the grass without looking away from him. Then, she felt herself sliding forwards again. He let her leg go just short of slipping into the water, and trotted ahead into the stream so he could look back at her in waiting. She threw another nasty look at him.

Bathe, he said. Important.

“I don’t need a reminder, thank you,” she told him dryly. A long silence stretched between them, and she contemplated making a run for it only long enough for his tail to start swishing threateningly under the water. If he’d truly haul her into the waters himself, she wouldn’t be surprised. And by the looks of him, he wouldn’t mind getting creative and splashing a few waves at her either.

Either way, he wins.

Smelly, he grins to her across the link. If looks could scorch, she hoped hers were half as scalding as his fire.

In a last stand, Maka tugged off her boot and chucked it at his head. It hit him square in the snout before pathetically landing in the water and starting its lazy trek downstream. Her dragon only watched its descent without making a move to retrieve it. Maka didn’t move either.

“Go get it.”

Yours.

“I know.”

You threw.

“I did. Go get it.” Maka shared a long look with her dragon, to which he lifted his chin and leveled her with his own look. She felt minutes must have passed before the silence had grated on her nerves too much to keep quiet, and finally released a, “Tyrant!” Her dragon flicked his tail in the water, eyes lit with mischief. He didn’t even deny her accusation.

“Fine!” She waved her hands around incessantly to shoo him, and continued with a, “Just, go downstream and do what you normally do!”

All too pleased, her dragon made his way downstream to collect her shoe and find a spot far away enough to give her some privacy. He stayed close enough that he could keep a lookout, but far enough that she didn’t feel intruded upon as long as he kept his back turned. As a passing anecdote, he said to her:

Bathe then dinner then sleep. Walk when morning. Pouting suddenly, Maka called to him before he could get too far.

“If you keep feeding me before sleep, I’ll gain weight!” Black Star only looked back momentarily to say:

Humans must? Sturdy?

That’s not how it works, she thought back to him. She watched as he plopped down a ways away, unfettered by the rivers currents. She’d asked once why he preferred to head downriver instead of get out, and was only a little miffed to hear his reply of, Princess light. River eat you.

Which is to say, he thought that she was so light that the river would wash her downstream, and he’d like to be there to catch her. This had her miffed only because it was slightly true, and she’d only lost her footing once before and had watched his back twitch at the sound of sloshing water. He’d relaxed when she’d regained her footing, but she could tell he’d desperately wanted to turn around and check on her.

Fast. Need to eat, he called to her. Just for that, she thinks she might take a few minutes longer.

Heard—

Maka chucked her other boot downstream, along with the rest of her clothes. It was too much sometimes, the amount that he cared. Maka dunked her head underwater, willing herself to disregard the words spoken so earnestly to her by a dragon much too infuriating. If the crisp water bit at her flushed cheeks more than usual, she ignored it and sunk deeper.

Doting words shouldn’t affect her the way they do.

#mastar week 2019 #makaxblackstarweek19 #mastar week #mastar #soul eater #dragon and princess au

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uneasylisteningradio · 5 years ago

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Playlist for November 9, 2019: Bill’s Birthday Show/Box of 45s/Fuzz

Actual photo of our wedding

Due to SPORTS and some other unrelated technical issues, last night's show was some good old fashioned ephemeral radio so if you missed it, you missed it! No recording! Happy birthday Bill! Here's the playlist though! Along with Transistor Sister which was un-themed but mostly records from a box of 45s i got and songs with FUZZ BASS and some leftover Bill songs. If you need something to listen to, later on I will be posting my special 3-hour mostly about TIME show from the other week! Uneasy Listening (Bill's favorite songs) Bay City Rollers - Saturday Night Uriah Heep - Look At Yourself

DJ speaks over The Shocking Blue - Blue Jean

Civic - Selling Sucking Blackmail Bribes Larma - Mansklighetens Mastare Kraut - All Twisted The Kids - I Feel Alright Kalemaris - Staldfraeseren

The Sinyx - The Plague Chaos UK - No Security Coloured Balls - Flash The Victims - Television Addict Aus-Rotten - They Ignore Peaceful Protest Stiff Little Fingers - Alternative Ulster

Judas Priest - Tyrant Vaaska - La Muerte es la Paz Devo - Smart Patrol/Mr. DNA Pointed Sticks - Somebodies Mom

Teenage Head - Picture My Face The Partisans - Blind Ambition The Remains - Why Do I Cry? Grand Funk - Inside Looking Out

Hammer Damage - Laugh 45 Grave - Wax No Hope for the Kids - Kolyma Mott the Hoople - All the Way from Memphis Rixe - Hecatombe

Sweet - Set Me Free

Black Sabbath - Symptom of the Universe

Transistor Sister Show #55 (box of 45s, fuzz, more Bill)

Freddy "Boom Boom" Cannon - Transistor Sister The Music Machine - Talk Talk Chee-Chee and Pepe - My Love Will Never Fade Away The Mentally Ill - Padded Cell Arthur Conley - Funky Street Prince Buster - Ten Commandments of Man The United States of America - Hard Coming Love The Cinders - Good Lovin's Hard to Find

DJ speaks over X-Ray Spex - Warrior in Woolworths (demo)

Dead Moon - A Miss of You Wanda Jackson - Mean, Mean Man Shana Cleveland - Castle Milk Sir Lord Baltimore - Kingdom Come The Minneapolis Uranium Club - Definitely Infrared Radiation The Shocking Blue - I'm a Woman The Ventures - Fuzzy and Wild Pookie and the Poodlez - Killin' Time

Curtis Mayfield - Move On Up

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fierybud · 5 years ago

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Day 4: Pitch

I’m kinda late srry, this one took me a while @mastar-week

Keep the light down while looking at this

#mastar #mastar week 2019 #makaxblackstar week 2019 #makaxblackstar #souleater #ship #my art #myart

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fierybud · 5 years ago

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Day 1: Adventure

Another @mastar-week have started, maybe I'll be able to participate better this time ahahah

I had too many ideas for this theme, it's a pity that I had time to drawing only one of them

#aliasfiammetta #mastar week 2019 #makaxblackstar week 2019 #makaxblackstar #blackstarxmaka #souleater #ship #my art #myart #mastar

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mastar-week · 5 years ago

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ReRun of MaStar Week 2019- June 30th to July 6th

Sunday, Day 1: Adventure Monday, Day 2: Severed Tuesday, Day 3: Wildflower Wednesday, Day 4: Pitch Thursday, Day 5: Wish Friday, Day 6: Shackles Saturday, Day 7: Nevermore Sunday, Bonus Day 8: Next to me/you

IMPORTANT: We’ll be using the tags: “mastar week 2019″and “makaxblackstar week 2019″ to follow this event. It’s strongly recommended that you tag this blog just in case of a lost post.

#soul eater #soul eater not #mastar #mastar week #mastar week 2019 #makaxblackstar week 2019 #makaxstar #makaxblackstar #maka x blackstar #blackstar x maka #blackstarxmaka #starxmaka #maka albarn #blackstar #black star

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l0chn3ss · 5 years ago

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For @mastar-week MaStar Week 2019 Day 3: Wildflower

All images are licensed by Pexels, a Free Stock Image Database; Touched up by @psychadelicrose and Nene; Edited on Pixlr x x x x x x x x

#mastar week 2019 #makaxblackstar week 2019 #soul eater #mastar #mastar week #nessie tries art #is that my tag uh

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psychadelicrose · 5 years ago

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Day 2: Severed @mastar-week

Summary: Thrust into the foster system, Maka finds herself at a loss for support without her family. She’s all things angry and despondent when Black Star, a nosy boy with a penchant for kindness, takes it upon himself to cheer her up the first night she’s alone. He wouldn't dare leave a new kid alone, not after he's already found them. Together, the two of them manage to piece together a family in the cracks that quaked without one.

Or, Black Star is a foster kid who's lived in the system all his life and can't stand to see another person go through the same thing alone.

“She felt split down the middle. An empty, incensed acceptance on one side and regret clinging to the other. Everything felt wrong. It was nearly ten, and she should be home. She wanted her bed. She wanted her room.”

#mastarweek2019 #mastar week 2019 #mastar week #mastar #soOoOOOOo LATE BUT WHATEVS!!#the rest of the days will be posted soon!!#family things have me held up yall #BUT WE CONTINUE #YAASS #my writing

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l0chn3ss · 5 years ago

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Nail Break and Heart Ache, Pt 1 of 3

Written for @mastar-week Maka x Black Star Week 2019 Day 2: Severed

Thank you to Bubbadelicrose for helping me keep this on the back burner since 2016, and to @reismeup for bringing this to the forefront in 2019, and to This Chika xD for making me laugh all night

In which there will be no happy ending for anyone who can’t sit still

She comes in on a warm Friday afternoon like a gust of fresh air, wearing a scowl in her eyes and the scent of the sun on her skin. A friend is behind her, someone who Black Star recognizes, though he’s never asked for her name. He goes back to his client, finishing up his job quickly in hopes that they will tip well.

Sadly, they never do.

The nail salon is slower than usual today; only two seats were taken, the rest remained empty. Hardly enough to break even for the day, Black Star thinks bitterly, but he keeps these words to himself. He merely blends back into the background as a good worker should.

His boss, a kind middle aged woman named Thanh Mai, is more than happy to provide the best service for those who did show up. She pampers them, gives them a soft massage, pays extra attention to the skin between their toe nails—but they don’t tend to notice workers like her. They hardly remember her name at all. It’s people like her who he doesn’t want to become—the “too kind, too quiet” sort who are more than happy to be a daisy on the wallpaper. The minority.

Little did their “loyal” customers know how prolonged exposure to chemicals roughened their hands and reddened their eyes. How the air hurt their heads past closing time and how their lungs were forever marred with alcoholic fumes. And yet their spirits were unshaken by any of this, too hopeful for the future of their loved ones and too understanding that this was their only income.

Black Star could relate.

That’s why he’s here now, isn’t it?

He ends the service with a well-brushed top coat on the last nail and a reminder to not touch anything until the lacquer dries completely, ushering his customer to a waiting area while he sweeps his station. Mai will ring them up, Star thinks, as he goes through the process in his head, hoping to get an early lunch break. But she clears her throat once and his attention snaps to her immediately. She asks him if he could spare another moment with a new client, gesturing to the girl who looks back at him with an expression he can’t describe.

“It’s her first time,” Mai says as she sits down the one who they recognize. “Be gentle.”

Mai hired Black Star as a favor from his foster parents. This is where he stayed, at least until he had enough to leave. By enough, his parents mean friendliness or ability to cooperate. By enough, he means money to live independently in the city. And by enough, Mai means hurt off his heart, whatever that was.

Gentleness is an acquired skill in their salon, but kissing ass to customers is not.

He sits the customer at a freshly cleaned station, cold to the touch, and asks, “What do you want?”

Mai clears her throat to the side, and the girl says, “A manicure,” matching Black Star’s tone with added irritation.

He pulls a stool to her feet and asks with more politeness this time, “Would you like a pedicure along with it?”

Her friend is the one who answers lightly. “Oo, yes! Can we also get our nails painted? Well, just for her. I want dip powder this time.”

“Of course, honey,” Mai responds, turning on the water to fill the basin beneath the two, moving to dip her customer’s feet into the warmth. “You girls deserve a good treat today.”

“Oh, we do,” she agrees. “Let’s get our toe nails painted, too, ok Maka?”

The girl at his chair gave an awkward nod, clearly unhappy but docile enough to comply. As Mai and the regular exchange pleasantries, Black Star struggles to connect with her.

“Shoes off,” he demands.

“For the water,” Mai covers for him.

“Feels great!”

A slight splash makes him wince for the floor, and the girl, Maka, takes the chance to remove her boots without his assistance. Once the water is high enough, she pokes a toe in first, and then her feet follow suit. She sighs against the cushion as she let the heat seep in through her skin.

Black Star goes through the motions as he remembers Mai’s voice guiding his way. Lotion and warm towels. Exfoliate as best you can, but gently, always gently. Cuticle oil, use liberally.

His hands are different than his words, this he knows.

Her tension leaves her body while he massages oil into her hands lightly in preparation. While she waits, he points to the remote beside her.

“It’s a massage chair.”

“Oh,” she says, not needing further instruction as she reaches for it with delicate fingers, still coated in a sweet-smelling sheen.

“You can touch it, dear,” Mai notices. “We always clean our furniture after.”

Her friend gives her reassurance before returning to a story. She chatters away while Maka tries various settings for her back, letting out a small noise every time the seat shifts. Once in a while, she finds it within herself to answer direct questions, maybe even chime in small details as the person next to her gestures extravagantly.

He learns they have a tournament in a few days in short minutes of pushing her cuticles and that she is too nervous to train properly. Steam leaves her body as quickly as it came, and she surrenders to the accusations with a small “You’re right.”

“Is it important?”

“Huh?” she goes, facing him.

He clarifies, “The competition thing. Is it important to you?”

“Yes. If I can’t pass this step, then I won’t be able to take the team to Nationals, then World.” Her muscles clench and her jaw sets. “The team is counting on me, and if we can’t beat State–”

“Then you can’t beat State,” Black Star finishes. He spreads her hand out carefully to see her calluses, taking the tips of her fingers between the pads of his to adjust the angle. The weight of the tool pushes into her skin while he continues to work. “What’s the worst that can happen if you don’t win?”

“I’d let everyone down? My sensei?” She picks up the thought when Black Star supplies no answer. “We’d lose the opportunity until next year, and then we’d have to work from the ground up again. We’ve failed years past, but we’ve finally got a good team this year. This is our best chance to place the World trophy on our mantel, and I can’t be the weakest link.”

“’Sure, but what will happen to you?’” Mai calls softly, “is what I think Black Star is asking.”

“Me? I just said–”

“You talk about your team. Not you,” he says simply.

That grants them silence for a while until Maka is able to think aloud. “Well, I wouldn’t be going through those next steps. Because I failed State.”

Her friend hums, “Until next year.”

“And I’ll let everyone down, and that will make me feel pretty bad.”

“I’m sure you’d never blame a friend for that, so they wouldn’t do that to you either,” Mai adds.

“I don’t want to lose, though,” Maka finally admits.

“You passed Regionals if you got this far,” Black Star states. “It’s already big.”

“Oh.”

The topic changes once his words sink in, from clothes to weather to family drama. Black Star has no interest. He fades back into the background while the girls, including Mai, talk away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Part 2 and 3 coming in July 2019

#mastar week 2019 #makaxblackstar week 2019 #soul eater #nessie spills #mastar #mastar week #ily ange #i decided to post in parts to give myself some leeway and this time im committing

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