Acne

Prompt submitted by ThatDarnGuest. This one was kinda fun to write. And DAMN I did not expect the response I got to that last chapter. I literally got like, 23 reviews. That's not normal for me lol. Also to everyone who mentioned this, thank you so much for telling me that her mother's name was Moon! That'll make writing her later on much easier.

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I don't own Star vs. the Forces of Evil. Pre-established Starco relationship.

GENERAL POV

Marco Diaz didn't think of himself as a vain person. Sure, he would appreciate it if just every now and again someone would let him know when there was spinach in his teeth so that he didn't walk around all day looking like a doofus, but other than that he was fairly comfortable in his own body.

Until he started dating Star Butterfly.

Sure, Marco knew that she liked him exactly the way he was; hell, she had seen him with a tentacle for an arm, butterfly wings on his head, and at his most insecure. Deep down in his heart, Marco knew that Star didn't care what anyone looked like. She was friends with a floating unicorn head, for God's sake.

But that didn't stop him from making sure that every time he was anywhere near Star his hair was perfect, his clothes were ironed, his teeth were clean, and his face was clear.

So when he woke up on Thursday morning with a face full of acne, Marco couldn't help but want to slam his face into the sink and never come back up.

This wasn't just your average, run of the mill acne, a tiny smattering of blackheads, or one zit on the tip of the nose. No, that Marco could have handled.

No, this was like the chain of inactive volcanoes in Hawaii had sprouted back to life on his face. Blackheads as big as freckles lounged casually on his nose and forehead, and he grimaced when he spotted the white heads scattered across his chin, ready to burst.

Marco shuddered and dug into the back of his medicine cabinet, pulling out the tiny bottle of concealer he kept there for emergencies. It had come in handy after a few fights, when he'd had to cover bruises so that Star wouldn't worry, and he used it every now and again to cover the odd pimple.

Now, though, as Marco dabbed frantically at his face with the concoction, he knew it wouldn't do any good. It almost seemed to emphasize the damn acne, so he grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed the makeup from his face.

Nope. Oh nope. That had made it about ten time's worse, inflaming his face so it looked like he had just run a marathon in the scorching desert heat.

Marco groaned and shook his head. He couldn't let Star see him like this. One or two pimples, he could handle. A face full of acne pizza, reminiscent of his 13 year old self three years ago? Not a chance.

Marco pulled his hoodie up over his head and tightened the strings on it, peeking out the door and running from the house with backpack in hand before Star could see him and ask him to walk to school with her.

He took his bike, pedaling quickly and sliding into homeroom early. Just his luck, he and Star were close in the last name department, so she was in his homeroom class. He kept his head ducked as she walked in and paused at his side.

"Morning, Marco," she said cautiously. "How come you didn't wait for me this morning?"

Marco didn't look up, pretending to be finishing up some homework. "I needed to finish a few things. Sorry, Star."

There was another long pause, but she didn't move. "Do I at least get a kiss or something?" she asked softly, her hands fiddling at the edge of her shirt.

Before Marco could respond, their homeroom teacher snapped. "Miss Butterfly! Please sit down."

Star reluctantly left his side and went to her assigned seat two rows back, and Marco relaxed visibly. As soon as the bell rang he made a break for it, sprinting for the door and thanking whatever deity existed that he and Star only had two classes and lunch together. He didn't sit next to her in either class because of assigned seating arrangements, and he managed to hide out in the boy's bathroom during lunch time.

He biked home the moment he was able to get away from his final class, hoping once again to get home before Star did and hide out in his room.

That didn't work out for him, though, because Star was waiting for him on his bed, wand in hand and fingers clasped around the handle in her lap. "Star!" Marco yelped, looking down at the floor and letting his hair cover his face as much as possible.

She stood quietly and moved in front of him, setting the wand aside and clasping her hands behind her back. "You…you avoided me all day," she murmured.

Marco fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie for a moment. "Yeah…sorry."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Star blurted out suddenly, her voice aching.

Marco froze, cursing silently and shutting his eyes. She took his silence as confirmation and a stifled sob broke Marco from his trance. He gently pulled her to him and wrapped her in a hug. "Never," he whispered into her ear, smiling when he felt her relax. "I was just…embarrassed all day. I'm sorry, Star."

"What were you embarrassed about?" Star asked in bewilderment, pulling back from him and brushing a couple of stray tears from her cheeks.

Marco grimaced and lifted his head. "My face," he admitted, blood rushing in his ears as he felt his cheeks heat up. "It's dumb, I know, and I shouldn't have freaked you out like I did."

Star gave a small giggle. "Was that all? Marco, acne isn't very common on Mewni, but it seems to me that everyone on Earth gets it. So why be embarrassed?"

Marco shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and glancing away. "I…I thought you'd think it was gross, okay?" he finally said in exasperation.

Star frowned and leaned over, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "Not a chance," she murmured, hugging him tightly and leaning her head on his shoulder. "You are the handsomest guy in existence Marco, clear face or no."

Marco flushed in embarrassment and sent his girlfriend a grateful smile. "Is that so?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her nose.

Star laughed and nodded. "Absolutely. Besides, they kinda look like constellations. Hey, we could draw on your face with a marker!"

"No."

There's a weird funky thing going on with my ears and I can't hear things normally. So. We'll hope that gets solved. But until then, reviews are wonderful!