A/N: Hey my lovelies! I'm super super sorry for two things: 1. This took such a goddamn long ass time to churn out, IB is hell and i had so many things due at once. 2. That even though it's out, it's so short. I'm so sorry i meant for it to be longer, but i knew i had to give y'all at least a /little/ something, especially since i'm starting my end of year exams tomorrow, which won't end until the 30th- i just thought that was way too long of a wait to put you guys through. I swear i'm going somewhere with this fic. It just may take some time.

Thank you all so so much for your continued support, and all around enthusiasm towards this lil fic of mine! I especially wasn't expecting so much positive feedback on the hoodie- while i personally love the hoodie and want one for myself, i thought y'all would find it too juvenile or w/e for this fic, even though they all are like what, somewhere between 12 and 14? (if someone could remind me of their ages, that'd be dope). Idk i just thought y'all would think i was trying to be 2edgy4me or whatever, so i'm really glad that you all like it as well, and want one! I even have a certain reader (i won't name names yet) who has said they are actually going to attempt to make the hoodie, and one for me as well, which is just ! something i've never imagined in a million years.

So what I'm trying to say i guess, is thank you all so so much, and sorry i cant be better at giving you all quality chapters at a good rate, cuz y'all deserve it. ;A;

I also celebrate Litha aka the Midsummer Solstice today, so if any of y'all do as well, blessed Litha! *insert sparkles*

Okay okay, now i'll let y'all go back to your crappy tomco fic~

"...I'm just saying, I'm not actually a cinnamon roll!"

Is all that can be heard as Marco and Tom walk into the Diaz' house, coming home from school a few weeks after the whole hoodie debacle - for once, without the hyperactive princess who was loved by both, as she had run home earlier to work on 'a project'. Marco is still trying to convince himself that he trusts Star not to get herself into anything too bad. It's a work in progress.

"Sure Marco Polo." Tom replied blandly, long since having tuned Marco out as soon as he had started the argument way back in english class.

"If anything, you're the cinnamon roll, with your bunny aesthetic and hell-bunny hoodie! Some prince of hell."

"Mhm, okay Marco Polo."

"Alright, so you'd be more of a sin-namon roll rather than cinnamon but- wait why am I even debating this?"

"That's what I'm wondering, Marco Polo. Let's just accept your fate - your adorable, sweet fate - and move on."

By now, the two have started climbing the stairs, as they headed for Star's room - Marco out of concern for any chaos she may have brought, Tom out of hope for any chaos Star may have brought.

As the neared the top of the staircase, Marco ran in front of Tom and turned so he was looking at the underworld prince, then leaned his elbow against the wall.

"Look, you're not being very convincing - I know, it's hard to believe that I'm not a 'cinnamon roll'-"

Tom cut him off, "Yes, hard to imagine in the real world, because Marco Polo, " Tom reached up to Marco and booped his nose, "You are an actual cinnamon roll."

Marco frowned slightly, before waving Tom's hand - the same hand he had karate chopped off in the past -, out of his face. Marco paused - he had cut off that hand, and not even that long ago. It was crazy to think that that psychotic looking underworld demon prince, was now one of his closest friends. Marco supposes that since Tom did get over Star, it'd probably have just be a matter of time before they were civil at the very least, but he guesses that the bond just sped up that process. Lost in thought, Marco idly placed his hand back on the wall, before shaking his head to clear it.

"No, I'm being serious Tom. I'm actually just a misunderstood bad boy!"

As Marco says this, Star opens her door - which wouldn't be anything to think about, only except as Marco was lost in thought before, instead of placing his hand on the wall, he had actually placed it on Star's door. Which is to say, as Star pulled the door open, Marco fell flat to the floor like a bag of bricks. Star looks at him on the floor, and starts laughing immediately, while Tom snorts and steps over Marco while saying, "Yeah, 'bad boy', I'm so convinced Marco Polo."

Marco's cheeks pool with red as he hurriedly stands up again, and quickly blurts out the first thing to come to his mind in hopes of getting the attention off of him, "Oh shut up Tom! Some bonded you are, you didn't even check to make sure I was alright."

Tom sits on Star's bed without so much as glancing at Marco, instead seeming more curious to try and figure out if Star had done anything to the room, "If you were actually hurt, I would've felt it through the bond, so sit down and stop pouting Marco Polo. Or sorry, should I say," Tom looks Marco directly in his eyes with a smile that reminds Marco that Tom is an actual demon from hell, "Misunderstood bad boy."

Marco groans, feeling like he'd be getting teased for that for awhile. He marches towards the bed, lightly shoving a still laughing Star to the ground, "Some best friend you are, too busy laughing to come to my rescue."

"It's not my fault Marco, you just make it so easy." Star says from the ground, still laughing and kicking her feet into the air. Marco snorts, and catches one of Star's flailing legs in his hands, and uses it to drag her, still laughing, closer to the bed.

"So, what did you do Starship? Nothing seems out of place. Well-" Tom flicked a shirt that was on the bed onto the pile of clothes on the ground, and continued, "Any more than usual at least."

Marco lets go of Star's leg, and sits on the bed as well, while Star simply stays on the floor unbothered.

"Wouldn't you like to know~" Star says as she waves her wand in the air in a suspicious manner.

She then breaks out into a smile, and continues, "Honestly though, it's nothing to worry about really! Just looking at that curse from the bracelet I got Jackie - apparently now if she sings she can put boys under some sorta trance? Which we both agree is super cool, but she kinda thought that I should make up a counterspell incase this gets, you know," Star makes a vague, almost jazz-handsy gesture, "Outta hand in some way."

"Yes because being able to put any man under a siren spell could not possibly become a bad thing or a threat in any way, shape, or form." Tom says blandly, before falling back to lie on the bed.

"That's exactly what I said!" Says Star victoriously from the floor, while Marco just falls back onto the bed with a groan.

He ends up lying closely beside Tom, but doesn't find it bothering him, so he just says, "Tom was being sarcastic Star. You were not."

"Whaaaaat, no he wasn't." Star says petulantly.

Tom closes all three of his eyes and replies, "Marco Polo is correct. Starship is not."

Star sits up from the floor, and chucks two pillows that were on the ground at both Marco and Tom, "You guys are the worst, why are you bonded? Now you can both just pick on me- this is why Ponyhead always told me not to let my exes date my besties! They gang up against you!"

Both boys blush at the accusation, but while Marco splutters and tries to find words, Tom calmly takes the pillows that were thrown at them, and throws them right back at Star, not looking at her or moving from his position, but still nailing her in the face and causing her to fall flat onto the ground once more.

"Firstly Starship, you know better than most that me and Marco, while bonded, are not dating. Secondly, rude."

Star knocks the pillow from her face, and says with a wide grin, "Well, they are throw pillows."

Tom and Marco make brief eye contact, before removing the pillows their heads were lying on, and simultaneously throwing them at Star. Star breaks out laughing, "Now you're just hitting a princess while she's down! Mutiny! Betrayal! This means war!"

Both boys decide to ignore the flailing princess for the time being, less an all out pillow war break out.

Marco turns his head to face Tom who's face is turned upward with all three eyes still closed, and ends up staring. He's never really had a chance to see Tom this relaxed before- last time Marco caught him sleeping, it was with the whole 'stalker-because-of-bond' thing and Marco had quickly awoken Tom with his surprise of seeing him in the room, so it's not like Marco had a chance to take him in.

'Once you get over the purple skin, third eye, and horns,' Marco muses to himself, 'Tom's a pretty regular, arguably attractive guy. He's at least aesthetically pleasing, I'll give him that. No wonder so many people at school already have a crush on him.'

Marco's eyes continue to wander along Tom's face, before he notices that Tom's right eye was open and looking at him with a raised brow. "Problem Marco Polo? Or just admiring my natural beauty? It's alright if you see something you like, I won't tell Starship."

Star calls up from the ground, "Gaaaaaaaaaay!" And then processes the last sentence and says, "Wait a second- I'm right here, you know!"

Marco rolls his eyes at both of his other dimensional friends, surprisingly enough not as embarrassed to be caught staring as he thought he would've been, chalking it up to the bond, and says, "I just forgot to tell you, my parents are asking about yours. I think they may want to meet them? Or at least talk to them and make sure they're okay with this whole school situation we got going on."

Tom quickly looks away and closes his eyes once more, but Marco notices a slight tenseness, "If they were unhappy with the situation, trust me. We'd know. Could you just, I don't know, tell Mr and Mrs Diaz that while their sentiments are appreciated, it is currently impossible and unlikely that my parents will be able to meet with them."

Tom seems to relax a bit, and glances back over at Marco, "I'm sorry if that puts you in a tough spot Marco Polo."

Marco waves him off, "Nah, it's fine, my parents can get a little nosey at times. I think they'll understand."

Marco then props himself up on his elbow to stare down at Tom, "What I don't get, though, is why the hell you don't talk to me more in hellish when I'm trying to learn it?"

Star says from the ground, "Oooooh, studious Marco PhD is out, Tom's in troooouble."

Tom stammers, "I, uh, didn't want to like, um, overwhelm you with the language? You're already learning at an impressive rate for someone who is neither born into the language or submerged in the language, Marco Polo, it's totally fine, you can calm down."

Marco fixes Tom with a look, "Don't tell me to calm down dude, if I want to learn hellish I will and no force in any of the dimensions can stop me. You did give me an idea though… This Saturday you're going back to the Underworld, yeah?"

Tom looks at Marco wearily, before replying, "...Yes?"

Marco smiles brightly, "Good, because you're going to take me with you."

Tom sits straight up on the bed and says, "What?" at the same time Star cheers and says, "Oooh, me too I haven't been back there since the Blood Moon Ball! Can I bring Jackie?"

Marco replies, "Of course."

Before Tom cuts them both off, "I repeat, what? I haven't agreed to this, to any of this, you really don't need to go to the Underworld to learn hellish Marco Polo."
Marco replies, "Okay yeah, I don't need to, but one of the fastest ways to learn a language is to be submerged in that language. Not to mention, I've seen your bookshelf, there's gotta be tons of resources in there that I can use to help me learn."

Star pipes up, "Plus Jackie has never been to any other dimension, and it's my turn to plan a date!"

"So you take your girlfriend to the Underworld for a date, why am I not surprised Starship." Tom pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh, scooting over to the edge of the bed so his feet once more touched the ground, before shaking his head, "I don't know guys."

Star sits up, and her and Marco make eye contact, before they both simultaneously whine, "Pleeeeease Tom."

Star breaks off the whine to crawl over to where Tom is sitting and take his face in her hands, squishing and rubbing his cheeks while saying, "C'mooooon."

Tom cracks a smile, and Marco moves over and places a hand on his shoulder causing Tom to turn his head in Star's grasp and look at him, "It could be fun? And it'd really help me out a lot."

Tom heaves a great sigh, and gently removes Star's hands from his face, before dramatically rolling all three eyes and saying, "Fine."

Star and Marco high-five and give a small victory cry, and Tom butts in once more, "But I am not liable if we run into any trouble."

Star waves him off, "We'll be fiiiiiiine."

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