I know this one doesn't much involve The Hoodie, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Marco furrowed his brow and slightly sped up his already fairly quick pace as he walked home. Star had asked to stay home while he went to karate, which he'd found a bit weird, but nothing to be concerned over at first. Yet inevitably the more he tried not to think about it, the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he worried about it. She always went to karate with him. Even on days he really had to concentrate and specifically asked her not to sit it on his class, she found a way to weasel herself in anyway. She must be up to something, right? Something she surely wasn't supposed to be doing, if she needed him out of the house to do it. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts he didn't realize he was home until he was already in his kitchen, faced with one of the few situations he hadn't anticipated in his worries.

Star attempting to bake.

Splatters of milk, butter, brown sugar, and who knows what else were decorating the floor (and a wall or two); an alarming amount of spoons, measuring cups, and mixing bowls were stacked in the sink; one could be lead to believe it had snowed in their kitchen thanks to the heavy dusting of flour and sugar throughout the entire room; and in the center of it all stood Star, a proud smile on her face as she held a singular tray of cookies, a hoodie tied around her waist in place of an apron.

A hoodie that happened to be one of his, Marco noted.

"Star?"

She whipped around to face him, her grin growing wider when she saw him. "Marco!" She extended her arms out towards him, offering the tray of surprisingly edible-looking cookies. "I earth baked!" she said excitedly, slightly bouncing on her feet.

"I can see that." He hesitated a moment before taking one of the offered cookies. "So," he observed as he took a bite, "this is why you wanted to stay home today?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" she exclaimed as if it should be completely obvious. "I maaaay have messed up just a teensy bit the first couple times, though," she admitted with a forced, quiet laugh.

That seemed like an understatement, but he'd get back to that later. "They're pretty good, but I could've done better," he said with a smug lopsided grin.

Star stifled a laugh, a real one this time, and threw one of the cookies from her tray at his face. "I'd like to see you try, Diaz!" Her laugh grew more maniacal as she climbed up onto the kitchen counter, most likely to gain better aim.

"Hey- That's not fair, Star!" He crossed his arms over his head to protect himself from the inevitable onslaught of baked goods about to be launched at him. After a few confusing seconds of not being pelted with anything he looked up to see his best friend standing over him, perfectly poised to dump whatever was remaining in a bag of flour over him. "No, no, Star, don't-"

She turned the bag over, its contents showering him with a small poof. He sputtered and tried to wipe the powder out of his face, being greeted with a grinning Star not three inches from him once he succeeded. "Don't what?" she asked, dropping the now empty bag to the floor.

He glared at her for a moment before silently picking her up off the counter and placing her on the floor, as exasperated as if he'd done it a thousand times before. "So, quick question."

"Yeeeeeees?"

"If you were going to cover everything in flour and sugar anyway, why did you turn my hoodie into an apron?"

"Ohhhhh." She giggled, unwrapping the sleeves from her waist and revealing the middle of her dress to be completely spotless, a stark contrast to the rest of her white powder coated self. "It was to, you know... Keep myself clean?" she explained, tying the hoodie around her neck as a cape and clasping her hands together in front of her.

Marco grimaced as he looked around the room, trying his best to avoid catching her eye so that he could stay annoyed with her for dirtying up both his hoodie and the entire kitchen. "You know you're going to have to clean all this, right?"

"Yes, I know we have to clean, safe kid."

"Okay, one, we're going to clean we better start now, and two, of all people you should know I'm not the safe kid!" he said from the hall closet, where he'd already gathered an armful of cleaning supplies.

She grinned and swiped a couple bottles of All-Purpose Cleaner from him once he returned to the kitchen. "Then why did you let me trick you into helping me clean?" she asked, teasingly spraying his chest with the cleaner in her hand.

"Hey- Why?!" He dropped everything in his arms to the floor in order to swipe the spray bottle out of her hand and give her a taste of her own medicine.

She tuck-and-rolled into an unnecessarily complicated somersault to evade the attack, narrowly missing slamming her head into a leg of the kitchen table as she did so. "You'll never get me alive, Diaz!" she yelled, army-crawling towards his abandoned pile of supplies to swipe up as much ammo as she could before diving under the table for cover.

Marco pulled himself up on top of the table that was her cover, singular spray bottle in hand. "Ha, now you can't get me without getting shot, Princess Butterfly!"

"Real chuffed about that, aren't you?" she said, her tone flat despite the smile she was trying to force away. Not that he could even see it, but still she had to stay in character, right?

He furrowed his brow and lay on his stomach, peeking under the edge of the table at her. "'Chuffed'? Where did you learn-" he was interrupted by a spray of watered down vinegar in his face accompanied by what could only be described as an evil cackle.

"Eat chemicals, Diaz!"

"Vinegar isn't a chemical!" he argued.

"Yeah, and I'm not Star Butterfly, Princess of Mewni," she scoffed.

"If vinegar is a chemical then I'm Marco Diaz, Prince of Mewni," he scoffed back.

Star fumbled over whatever she'd been prepared to say in retaliation in favor of gaping at him with a light blush decorating her cheeks. "So, it might become a chemical," she suggested, the butterflies in her stomach betraying her toothy smile.

"What?" It was amusingly obvious how hard he was thinking trying to work through what she'd just said. "That's not what I-" he cut himself off as a sudden look of realization washed over him, followed by his own pang of blush, one that probably would've been brighter than hers if it weren't for his difference in skin tone.

She shrugged with a slightly forced laugh. In retrospect she probably shouldn't've said that, but it'd seemed like a good idea at the time. Hindsight is 20-20, right? Maybe she should just play it off and tell him it was a joke. That sounded believable, probably. Yes, this was a good idea, she'll just-

"Sure." Marco interrupted her thoughts with a dumb grin, probably trying to make up for her obvious distress as he maneuvered himself down to the floor to sit next to her. "I'm hoping that offer doesn't have an expiration date," he laughed.

Now Star was the one trying to process what had just been said, recapping the past twenty-odd seconds in her mind. Marco had joked about being Prince of Mewni. She basically told him he could be, if he wanted. Which implied she was willing to marry him. She sort of, kind of proposed, if you used the term loosely. And he said, verbatim, "sure". Which means yes. Marco Diaz had totally just accepted a proposal of future marriage from her, Star Butterfly.

"You've got yourself a deal, Marco Diaz," she said, the hearts on her cheeks glowing as she stuck her hand out towards him.

He chuckled and took her hand, shaking it enthusiastically. "No take-backs, Star Butterfly!"

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