A/N: Guess who is accepting Tomco prompts on Tumblr? This girl! And I have gotten a few already. And if you want to send in one, you could either go to my Tumblr (dolcinea is the username) or just leave one in the reviews section. Okay, so this prompt I broke into two parts because . . . tbh, idk I am insane but I thought it deserved it! And because . . . we get to see Marco in a dress again! Yay! Here is the prompt:

Anonymous Said:

"can you do a tomco fanfic where Tom sees Marco in his outfit from St O's and doesn't know it's Marco and thinks he's cute? Idk Tomco took over my life and i love Marco in a dress"

I honestly thought it was very cute! However I just changed the outfit thing because, Marco isn't going to be wearing that dress in this fanfic since it's based on a different situation. But! We will get to see Marco in a very fine dress! And yes, Tomco will be happening obviously . . . hueheueh. I am going to keep the rating on T because I might get heated prompts but, onwards! Hope everyone enjoys! Oh and these are the dresses that I will be using:

Star's Dress (However it will be pink):

Marco's Dress (Same Color): .

Hopefully the links to the dresses work, heheh . . .

"Marco!"

Marco jumped in his seat, releasing a fearful but quiet squeal, after Star dramatically pushed the door to his house open. The force of the piece of wood smacking against the wall was strong enough to knock a few framed photos down, but it seemed like Marco was too confused and startled to even care. He'll clean that up later.

"Whoa Star, you okay?" Marco asked, stopping whatever he was doing before his best friend barged into the house. He arose from his seat, slowly walking towards the blonde-haired girl. "I thought you went out or something."

But before he could get an answer, Star hurriedly made a break for her room, leaving the Spanish boy alone in the living room. Marco followed in suit, confusion not being at all forgotten. Once at Star's room, he stood at the doorway, watching as the Princess ravished her entire closet. Articles of clothing were being tossed everywhere, in which Marco had to dodge a few. A dress shirt hit him right smack in the face, almost making him fall over.

"Star what's wrong with you? Is everything okay?" He finally walked into room, yet was being pelted by fabric. Fortunately, Star stopped all of her closet destroying after she held up a pink corset dress with a large skirt. For a moment, she looked like she was in relief, but that expression soon changed to one of slight horror. With the dress in her hands, she ran up to her friend, laughing nervously but was ready to answer his questions.

"Yes Marco everything is great! I just have a slight . . heh, problem . . ." She said, chuckling nervously as she eyed the brunette. Marco raised an eyebrow at her, however was ready to hear whatever she was going to say next. Star bit her bottom lip but built up the courage to look Marco in the eye, yet still looking a little nervous.

"Sooo . . . about two weeks ago, I was talking to this girl and she's really nice actually, and . . . heh, she was telling me about her little sister's birthday but while she diiiiiiiiiid . . . I was busy staring at . . . Oskar as he walked by . . ." Star sighed lovingly, bringing the dress she held up to her chest, staring off into space. Marco looked to the side then back at his friend, clearly making a sign for her to continue her story. Star took notice of her friend's expression and straightened herself up, clearing her throat then chuckled nervously. "Anyway . . . The entire time she was talking to me, obviously I wasn't paying attention . . . so at the end of the conversation, I agreed, without knowing, that she wants me to dress up as a Princess for her sister's birthday and do magic tricks and stuff! Pretty great huh . . .?"

Marco crossed his arms, laughed quietly at Star's explanation. "Is that what you're worked up about?"

Star looked back at him, still debating if she should explain the rest of the story to him, in which he still hasn't heard. Clearing her throat again, she faked a smile. "But . . . A few days after that day, she came up to me to remind me and said that she couldn't wait to see me and my friend at the party. When I questioned her, she said that I had agreed that I would bring a friend along with me to dress up as . . .well."

The blonde girl gave Marco as hesitant smile. After hearing the rest of the explanation, Marco uncrossed his arms, staring at Star straight in the eye. Until it finally hit him. She wanted Marco to go along with her, and wear . . . a dress. With this, Marco shook his head turning to his side.

"Oh no, there is no way that I am going to wear a dress!" Marco huffed out, a light pink color now forming on his cheeks as he pouted. Star scoffed, putting the dress she was holding on her dresser. She looked over at her friend, who was still pouting like a child. Star rolled her eyes and walked back towards him, poking his clothed shoulder.

"Whaddya talking about Marco? You've worn a dress before and had no problem with it!" Star pointed out, crossing her own arms across her chest. Marco stared at her, trying to think of a way around the situation. "Y-yeah but that was different! And a lot of people at St. O's didn't recognize me!"

"Whoa okay! Don't say that name please- It's like a new curse word. But anyway, Marco this isn't going to be bad! . . . please, just come with me! And to be completely honest with you . . . You look absolutely fabulous in a dress . . . ~" Star smirked, raising an eyebrow at the boy. Marco's face heated up at Star's compliment and looked away. He was debating between agreeing or disagreeing for a few moments, before looking back to make eye contact with Star, who had a puppy face on. Marco stammered for a couple of seconds, until his decision was finally made. "F-fine! I'll go . . . get me the dress . . ."

Star let out a sound that was mixed between happiness and victory, before running back to her closet. Marco watched as she did, but that expression of confusion suddenly came back to him. Did Star use her wand the last time she poofed him up a dress? With this going through his mind, he couldn't help but ask this question to the girl, who was busy tearing up her closet again and squealing with glee. "Hey Star, what are you doing? Can't you just . . . poof up the same dress I used last time?"

From the closet came laughing, obviously coming from Star. She turned her head to face the brunette, a large grin forming on her face. "Oh no Marco, we are going to wear special dresses this time! The other ones weren't all as nice to begin with . . . bleh."

The brunette raised an eyebrow at her, putting his hands into the pockets of his red jacket. After a few moments, he heard Star yell out in excitement, hinting that she had found the perfect dress for her friend. She turned her entire body to face him, pulling from behind . . . the dress. Marco gulped nervously, feeling the heat from earlier reach to the tip of his ears, as he eyed the dress top to bottom. After his moment of silent panicking, the boy finally sighed in defeat.

"Let's get this over with . . ."

Star twirled around in her dress, gazing at the mirror in front of her as she waited for Marco to finish up. The color of it was light pink, sort of like the one she wore to the Bloodmoon Ball, however the build of this dress was completely larger. It was a strapless dress and the corset wrapped around her waist quite nicely. There were star patterns all over the corset and top, and a trail of them went from her hip to the end of the dress, falling towards the opposite side. Falling over the entire skirt was a layer of a darker color silk, wrapped around from the waist. She wore lace gloves which had star patterns as well, and was also transparent, reaching up to her elbows. The transparency of the lace revealed her dark pink nail polish as well. Lastly, Star had her hair up in a bun, with her excess hair braided up towards it.

As she was putting on some make-up, she called out to Marco, telling him to hurry. She knew the boy was hesitating and of course, he's been long done . . . He was just too embarrassed to reveal himself. "Come on Marco, we don't got all day! You don't want to ruin a little girl's birthday now do you?"

Hearing that, Marco sighed loudly, obviously whining. But finally, he built up the courage to reveal himself. Star heard silent clanking coming from behind her, knowing it was the sound of the heels Marco was wearing making contact with the floor. Marco cleared his throat, signaling Star to turn around and she did just that. Her eyes were full of glee as she saw the Spanish boy, trying her best not jump up and down, or else she might ruin her hair.

Marco crossed his arms over his chest, looking away in embarrassment. The dress he was wearing was also strapless and actually, wrapped around his own waist quite nicely as well. The entire dress itself was a violet color and its skirt was way larger than Star's skirt. On the violet corset, were gold flower designs that started from the top, to wear the corset ended. The skirt was split up in different layers, all switching between two different colors, violet and gold. Near his side, was a gold rose made of the dress's fabric, which was the last notable design. He too was wearing gloves, the same lace and transparency as Star's however, was the same color as his dress and had gold accents, reaching up slightly past his elbows. Another thing notable, unlike Star, he was wearing a necklace that had come with the dress, in which Star actually never knew.

The boy pouted, still embarrassed by the entire situation, but he couldn't help but smile when he noticed that Star was very happy and that, no little girl's birthday is going to be ruined. Not on his watch. The actual princess in the room ran up to him, hugging her best friend. He hugged her back, quietly laughing. After that moment, Star used her wand to help out with his hair, giving him a pretty bun as well, obviously using fake hair that matched his color. The final touch both friends needed, were princess crowns, in which they help each other place into their hair without ruining anything else on their heads.

Star knew the party was just down the street, in which both friends decided to just walk there. As they were making their way down the street, many of the neighbors stared at them in awe, obviously admiring their outfits. A few of the neighborhood boys that were hanging around cat-called at them, eyeing at the couple of friends. Star rolled her eyes in annoyance, completely ignoring them while Marco just blushed and looked away, trying to hide behind the blonde girl.

The pair finally made it to the house that was holding the party, and knocked on the huge door. Pretty quickly, it was opened by the birthday girl's older sister, the one that had asked Star to come over. She happily greeted her and was really impressed by how she dressed, then looked over at Marco, grinning happily. "Oh, this is your friend right?"

Star nodded, while Marco just shyly waved at the girl, sweating nervously. The girl greeted the boy, obviously not knowing his actual gender, shaking his gloved hand. "Hey there! What's your name?"

Marco choked, mumbling out a few words. The girl raised an eyebrow at him, confused at the boy's reaction. However, Star just decided to step in instead. "Hi-Her! Name is . . . Ma . . ria?"

Star grinned nervously at the host, who actually smiled after a few seconds, much to Marco's and Star's relief. She officially greeted Marco with his 'for now' name, and led the pair to the backyard, where the party was being held.

The backyard was amazingly stunning. There was a pool, in which some children, and their older siblings decided to hang out in. The grass and flowers were very beautiful as well, the grass a very dark green color, and roses blooming very well. The entire outside was decorated to the theme, and had amazing touches to it too. Star and Marco walked around, admiring the scenery. Star squealed when she saw a large chocolate fountain, staring at it for a small while. While they were still admiring the place, a few girls went up to them complimenting their outfits. Some of them went on saying how the pair's dresses were way better than the ones they've worn to prom, or at their own parties.

Marco was a stuttering mess the entire time, thanking their compliments with a nervous smile. He couldn't understand why he was acting like this. The other time when he was wearing a dress, he didn't even care about what he was wearing . . . maybe because it was an actual important mission? He guessed so . . .

As the party continued, the two friend's were able to meet the birthday girl, taking memorable pictures with her as well. She was so happy to see them and of course being the little girl she was, thought they were actual princesses! Star asked her why she thought her and Marco were princesses, and she explained how the both of them had very amazing dresses, crowns on their heads, and looked very beautiful too. Marco couldn't help but heat up as another compliment was thrown at him, his reaction making Star giggle quietly.

Star crouched down to the little girl's level, taking her small hands into her gloved ones. For a moment, the blonde girl admired the birthday girl's princess dress. Oh how she loved sparkles, but back to the point. Star smiled warmly at the girl, knowing that her parents were still taking a few photos of the moment.

"Well you know, it isn't the looks that make up the princess nor the dress she wears . . . nor the silly crowns. Anyone could be a princess if they wanted to, because what makes up a princess is loyalty, kindness and the kind of person they are . . . looks don't matter, not even if it's their actual title. Not even their gender has to matter, you want to be a princess? Go ahead, because I have learned that men could make great princesses too!" Star looked over at Marco, her eyes full of content. Marco noticed this, smiling shyly. The little girl had listened to Star's entire little speech, her bright eyes full of wonder. Star then pulled out a surprise, which was an actual gift she had for the girl. The girl gasped and happily took the present, thanking her and also Marco, who was actually a bit surprised by that.

The final thing the girl did was hug Star and Marco, saying that she would see them later when it was cake time. Star and Marco gently waved good-bye at her, obviously for the time being. And during that time, there were other people who wanted to take photos with the pair, and continued to admire them and their outfits. Until the mother of the birthday girl announced that food was ready to be served, which was the time for the 'princesses' to take a break.

Marco let out a loud sigh as he fixed the back of his dress to sit down. His heels were killing him and Star thought the same. In fact . . . why did Marco wear those damned heels? It's not like someone was going to see what's under the enormous skirt of his dress. While Marco was busy rubbing his ankles, Star excused herself to make a trip to the restroom.

On her way there, the blonde girl wondered how she was going to do anything with her dress on, other than simply removing the entire thing. As she walked down the bright hallway, she felt her heels digging into her skin, causing her to freeze and lean against on of the parallel walls. She muttered a 'damnit' as she lifted her leg and rubbed her ankles, gently messaging the skin that had been tortured. For a couple of minutes she stood there, debating if she should just sit down on the hardwood floor and continue the slight healing. However, just at that moment, her head perked up quickly after hearing someone quietly call out to her.

Her gaze fell down both ends of the hallway, but after hearing the voice again, she let go of her foot and walked down one of the ends. She rounded the corner and there was an open room, a bright red light illuminating from it. Once she was in front of the doorway, she never thought that she would feel surprised, but angry at the same time.

"Tom?!"