Demon Support: prompt submitted by AnotherShipInTheWall. Cause sometimes you just need a demon ex-boyfriend to be supportive of you. Short and sweet, which are sometimes better and more satisfying than long things.

ImALazyProcrastinator: You know…I really didn't think that in depth about it lol. We'll just say Mewmans are close enough to humans and magic puppies are…something else. And I'm always accepting prompts, I'll put it on the list!

Don't own Star vs blurp a durp. Still aiming for a hundred here, so we'll see how this goes.

"You like him, don't you?"

Star looked up at Tom so quickly that her neck cracked, her fingers stilling around the pen that she had been using to write in her spell book. She had called Tom and asked him to come over because, having dated for a while, he knew a lot of the spells she used, and she needed his help remembering the wording. "What?"

Tom studied his nails and picked at a cuticle while he answered. "Marco. You like him."

Star's face slowly turned pink and she looked back down at the makeshift book. "I don't know what you're talking about, we're just friends."

Tom scoffed, hair bouncing as he shook his head. "That's a load of horse dung. He came in here to offer sandwiches and you almost started drooling."

"I was hungry!" Star protested.

"He didn't even have the sandwiches with him."

Star fumbled around her words for a moment, eyebrows furrowing and nose wrinkling into a pout. "Whatever, Mr. Non-believer. Think what you want. I don't like him."

Tom hesitated, lowering his hands to his lap and leaning forwards on Star's bed, stretching a hand out and then seeming to think better of it. "Star."

His voice was softer, almost gentle, and she found herself looking back to him.

"It's okay if you do," he continued. "I mean…he is a good guy. There are worse people you could like. And I'm not like…gonna tell him. If you do, I mean."

Star swallowed and stuck the end of her pen in her mouth, tugging at it with her hand and shutting her eyes. "I don't know," she admitted finally, her voice garbled around the pen. "Maybe?"

Tom gave a wry smile and leaned back against the pole of her bed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thought so."

She chucked the pen at him in annoyance, swatting at his leg. "Oh, shut up!"

His smile faded and he picked the pen up from where it had landed in his lap, handing it back to her. "Star, you know I'm totally teasing. If you need someone to talk to who's like, a dude, I could…I mean…"

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a weak grin. "You saying I could talk to my ex-boyfriend about a guy?"

Tom flushed and looked away, huffing as he crossed his arms again. "Not if you don't want to," he grumbled. "I was just offering."


He glanced back at her and softened. "What?"

"Thank you. I'll…keep that in mind for the future. I mean it."

He had the feeling that she was being serious, if the way her eyes studied him so thoughtfully was any indication, and he brightened, leaning over and pointing to her book. "Good. Now, here? Change that "en" to an "ion." Otherwise you'll summon a hurricane instead of a bright light. You know, like the one that totally destroyed my room."

"Will you ever let me live that down?"

"Not a chance, Princess."