#atimers fanfic

[myqueenmarceline]

Hand in Unlovable Hand Chapter 1: Together, Then.

Summary: My AU of what happened after Fiona, Cake, and Simon zapped away from "evil Marceline"/The Star universe.

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, attempted murder (for the whole fic: injury recovery, paralysis, manipulation, imprisonment, dubious consent, medical procedures.)

Thank you to @nebula-gaster for beta reading.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50597539

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“Together, then.” Bonnie pressed her arm forward.

Her stake slipped millimetre by millimetre closer to The Star’s heart. The Star glanced down at it, then looked into her eye. Her hair flew around her face, short black strands dancing in the air as they continued falling. Her arm flexed, and Bonnie felt her movement stop. The Star had gotten plenty of powers as she rose through the ranks of vampires, but Bonnie had spent years strength training for this moment.

To her surprise, The Star smiled. Her fangs stuck out, her sharp teeth glistening in the low light.

“Together.” She let go of Bonnie’s shoulder, reaching up and touching her cheek. “Go ahead, show me what you can do.”

Even as she spoke, The Star squeezed her arm harder, trying to push her back. Bonnie’s skin was slick with sweat, and her nails dug in as she tried to get a grip. Bonnie just pushed back, twisting her wrist as she tried to escape.

Her hand slipped forward. The tip of the stake plunged into The Star’s chest, just above her heart. Black ichor flowed from the wound, running in small drops down the stake and over the back of her hand. As it streaked over her skin, Bonnie noted with detachment that the drop pattern was reminiscent of the patterns falling raindrops made as they slid across the windows of her tank. That made sense; the laws of physics always applied, especially when one was hurtling toward the ground at full speed.

The Star hissed, her bones cracking as her face changed. She twisted, pulling away from the stake in her chest. Bonnie followed, pulled in by the grip on her wrist. They continued falling, their bodies now horizontal, side by side, as if in a grave. Bonnie felt a moment of satisfaction; if this would be her doom, at least she had accomplished what she set out to do.

They hit the ground. There was a blow to her back so violent that it knocked everything out of her. There was no air in her chest; it felt like everything in her body had been cracked and broken. Pain burned like the hottest fire, as if the sun’s rays had been concentrated into her body.

Then, there was only darkness.

#bubbline #atimers #adventure time #fionna and cake fanfic #the star #the star fanfic #bubbline fanfic #bubbline fanfiction #sugarless gum #sugarless gum fanfic #sugarless gum fanfiction #atimers fanfic #atimers fanfiction #marceline the vampire queen #marceline abadeer #marceline the star #princess bubblegum #bonnibel bubblegum #my fanfic #my fanfiction #my writing #my stuff #adventure time fanfic #adventure time fanfiction #darkfic #dead dove do not eat #psychological horror #suspense

[trojan-rabbit]

Happy Birthday, Simon

Hey, guess what: I finally wrote another AT fic! It's been, uh. *looks at my archives* Well, let's not think about how long it's been. Enjoy!

A year after the events of Fionna and Cake, as Simon celebrates his birthday, Marceline discusses with him about the future, and what it holds in store for both of them. Read it now on Ao3.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #atimers #simon petrikov #marceline the vampire queen #princess bubblegum #fanfic #fanfiction

[im-not-a-virgo-im-a-lesbo]

The mischaracterization of PB in so many bubbline fics has been irking me lately.

Like not enough to make me stop reading, but enough that whenever I see her chastise someone for swearing I go, "that's out of character."

The show begins and she's experimenting on dead people. That's the first episode.

She convinced a guy to trap his kid in a lamp and then proceeded to attempt to steal vital parts from that guys kingdom (formerly). She went to war with her uncle. Her entire fsnily was essentially lobotomized, and that's what made her realize that if she were to continue making people in a lab, she should preprogram them to be dumb and dependent. Hell, she's an actual war criminal, and you're telling me she wouldn't say "fuck"?

Absolute bullshit.

I am convinced that if adventure wasn't a kids' show, she would swear the most out of every character.

It bothers me that every time you see a bubbline fic, Marceline is the cool aloof and mysterious one, and PB is the shy and innocent one.

This post said it best, man.

Give me absolutely bonkers PB! Give me night owl PB! Give me PB who doesn't understand that some (a lot) things she's doing are wrong!

Idk, man, it just gets boring seeing her be the same shy and innocent character when she's such an interesting and complex one.

#princess bubblegum #adventure time #atimers #pb adventure time #princess bubblegum adventure time #adventure time fanfic

[tophathomburg-blog]

Updated my Fionna and Cake genderbent Werewolf Queen oc fic (Werewolf Queen does exist in Adventure Time btw) that I filled with as much trauma as I could. Tell me what you think.

#adventure time #adventure time fanfic #adventure time oc #adventure time fanfiction #atimers #fionna and cake #fionna and cake show #adventure time fionna and cake

[sometipsygnostalgic]

personally i like to deal with tiers of canon, it’s easy for me because i’ve been doing this for years

adventure time is canon to the AT comics, but only up to the end of season 3, and after that it’s a roulette. the AT comics have their own continuity. North’s comics or the show are canon to whichever OTHER miniseries from time to time, but that’s never a given.  

homestuck is canon to the homestuck epilogues, but the homestuck epilogues are not canon to homestuck, and the epilogues are canon to HS^2, but HS^2 is not canon to the epilogues.

HS^2 and the epilogues are canon to Pesterquest, but Pesterquest are not canon to them. Friendsim is canon to Pesterquest, and CAN BE canonical to Hiveswap and Homestuck, there are seriously no major contradictions caused by Friendsim. However, Pesterquest is not necessarily canonical to Friendsim.

and finally, bayonetta is canon to bayonetta 2, and there’s no reason why bayonetta 2 can’t be canon to bayonetta, and there’s no reason why bayonetta 3 can’t be canon to bayonetta 1 unless you really hate it, but bayonetta 3 is absolutely NOT canonical to bayonetta 2, or vice versa. they actively contradict each other. 

basically the earlier a thing is, the more canon it usually is, unless it’s a prequel, in which case it’s up to you

#homestuck #adventure time #atimers #friendsim #hiveswap #bayonetta #is also here #gundam fans probably have a hell of a time with this #for things like shera's fanfic Dont Go #whether thats canon or not is down to individual interpretation #it is basically headcanon just like a lot of the AT comics which dont actively contradict canon #sometimes with pseudo canon media the actual media will reference and 'canonize' it in future #as we see a lot with star wars #but even then just cos cal kestis is canon to the mandalorian #doesnt mean hes canon to star wars episode 4

[cosmicriff]

Fionna and Cake alternate ending/fix-it fic!

#adventure time #fionna and cake #atimers #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #petrigrof #simon petrikov #betty grof

[chippedcat2]

Chip's Fic Master Post

Hello there! I'm Chip, these are the things I've written. Mostly Adventure Time rn, but there's plenty of SPOP stuff under the cut. If you read them, that'd be pretty cool!

Adventure Time:

Interludes- Drabble collection written to fill in some canon Chapters 1/? A collection of short stories set within the show canon meant to fill in some gaps. Basically, a dumping ground for little in-universe drabbles.

Brave New World- Pre-Canon fic exploring Marceline and the Hyoomans Chapters: 1/? The others thought she was crazy, but Jo knows that the Mainland wasn't a hellscape. Sure, it was rough around the edges, but it was chock-full of adventures and land ripe for the claiming. With nothing but a boat, muddled memories, and her old bunny hat, she was ready to face whatever waited for her outside the islands.

I'd Know You in Any World (Series):

Blast Off- Set-up fic for the series Chapters 2/2 Finn, Bubblegum, and Jake need to take the Farmworld Enchiridion back to its home, lest a GOLB situation happens again. However, as the trio is about to learn, finding one dimension in the massive cosmic sea is much easier said than done.

Adventure Time with Marcy the Human- Human AU (for some) When the trio finds themselves in a strangely familiar place with profoundly unfamiliar people, they realize they've been blown off course much faster than they anticipated. To take another shot, they'll need the greatest minds of the dimension, some royal gems, and more than a little vampire blood.

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power:

What You’re Worth- Massive Magicatra AU spanning the first three seasons Chapters: 24/30 Adora doesn’t want this. This isn’t what she signed up for. But it’s the right thing to do, the only thing to do. Etheria chose Catra. It wants her to protect it, to stop the Horde. The Rebellion chose Catra to be their strongest fighter, their greatest asset, and their most exalted member. They didn’t want Adora. They wanted Catra. She was finally worth something.

We Three Queens- Horde Wives at the fall of the Empire Chapters: 3/3 When the Horde empire fell, Commander Glimmer scoured Etheria to find soldiers and agents who may have escaped capture. A year after the fall, only three have evaded her and it seems that it will stay that way. No one can find the two Horde Queens and their loyal lieutenant, and that’s the way they want

Golden Arrow- Bow-Ra and Horde Glimmer fic, written for Glimbow Week Chapters: 7/7 Imagine the Etherians' surprise when their savior is the universe's first He-Ra.

Adora Bull: Cat Caper- Kim Possible AU because IDK Chapters: 1/2 She's your basic average girl, and she's here to save the world. You can't her stop cuz she's Adora Bull.

To Skin a Cat- Post-Canon Whump with a little plot occasionally Chapters: 7/11 (lol) Who's out to get the cat?

Wild Heart- Feral Catra Fic with a Glimbow focus Chapters: 3/3 There's a secret deep in the Woods who only Bow can call upon.

Domesticity- Post-Canon Fluff, will cause tooth decay Oneshot Ten years since the day we kissed.

Open Heart- Feral Catra's back Oneshot C'yra doesn't know much about love, but she suspects that her brother may have found it with that strange pink girl. Part of the Wild Heart Saga.

War is Heck- Real-World Childhood Fic Oneshot A brief look at the horrors of battle and the devastation of it ending.

Six Gifts- A classic 5+1 Fluff Fic Oneshot There are six gifts Adora treasures the most.

The Vessel AU (Series)

She’s Gone- Canon Divergence in which the BFS loses hard Oneshot Convinced that she’s dead, the Best Friend Squad returns to Etheria without Catra. However, without her influence, Adora fails to forge a stable connection with She-Ra, and Prime destroys the planet. With most of her friends gone and an empty heart left in their wake, Adora is consumed by a need for revenge, intent on hunting Prime to the edges of the universe and destroying his mysterious “new form” before he can hurt anyone else.

Rest for the Wicked- Fic about Adjusting to physical and mental trauma Oneshot Catra feels empty. She can't decide if it's a good or bad feeling.

The Remains- Vessel AU 5+1 with implied Catradora Oneshot Six stories from the world of New Etheria.

The Wreckage of the World (Crossover Series):

CHIPped (Carnivorous and Highly Infectious Prototype)- Catradora Zombie Apocalypse AU Chapters 2/2 The days Catra spends wandering the wreckage of the world are the worst of her life. But they are perhaps the most peaceful. It is just her, her shovel, and her gun. And the zombies, of course, but they rarely bother her. Only when they got truly hungry would they attack one of their own.

Bitten- Bubbline Zombie Apocalypse AU Chapters 1/4 Bonnie's world is Marceline, and when Marcy is bitten by an Oozer, nothing can keep Bonnie from tracking down a cure. Luckily, it seems like the only thing in her way is that angry catgirl and the blonde dumbass.

#atimers #spop #bubbline #fanfics #fanfic authors #spop fanfic #adventure time fanfic

[roadkillzzz]

TV///:GUTZZZ.COM

Alright, so, Here's me

Im Micheal/Mike/Clyde

I go by Roadkillz for art

He/They/It/Computer/Internet etc

Trans, Omni, Poly, Objectum, Xeno

Interests

• Drawing

•Music

•Electric guitars

•Skateboards (they're so cool)

•RedCore

•Horror

•TV Head oc's

•writing stories/fanfics

•etc

Fandoms

•FNaF 🔦

•Lemon Demon ☎️ (if it counts)

• Bendy ATIM (not really tho)

•Wings of Fire

•Amazing Digital Circus

Favorite singers/bands

•Lemon Demon

•Dawko

•Dheusta

•APAngryPiggy

•SLIPKNNNNNOOOTTT RAAAAAH

•Tally Hall

•Will Wood

•etc

What I draw

•Dragons

•Humans (sorta?)

•....etc.... ig

•TV HEADS!!!!!!!!RAHHH

#it me #myself #intro post #artists on tumblr #fnaf fandom #lemon demon #writers on tumblr #idk anymore #im bored #random #shitpost

[tateratots]

SIMON??????

#atimers #adventure time #hasnt this man been thru enough #also all of you being like ‘woah simon’s fanfic real!’ #no. it was established that ik was getting like… a tv signal?? in his dreams #from another dimension

[hillariat]

Bubbline fic finished!

Posted the final chapter of my Bubbline fic, check it out!

Also huge thanks to @hehe-food​ for beta-ing both the 3 and the final chapter

Unexpected

Setting: Highschool AU

Status | Wordcount: Complete |  5,770

Tags: Fluff, emotionally confused PB.

Summary: Marceline confesses to her long time friend Bonnie. It takes an unexpected turn and, just as things were back to normal, takes another one.

AKA It's Bonnie's gay awakening.

Read it on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30298620/chapters/74678148 OR down below

The hurried pat-pat of Bonnie’s footsteps echoed through the hallways. Her legs, exhausted from a student council meeting that dragged on for far too long, begged her to slow down by at least 30%. She ignored them. She really didn’t want to keep Marceline waiting any longer than she had to after all.

When Bonnie reached the music room, she heard a familiar tune being played. Smiling to herself, she pushed the door open and saw Marceline perched upon a table and chair in a seat-footstool combo, strumming on her bass guitar. The raven-haired girl turned to Bonnie and smirked.

"’Sup Brainlord, how’s the prep meet?"

“Terrible, Becky wouldn’t shut up about adding more “tasteful” food to the school breakfast program even though that’s clearly out of our budget. It literally took us over half an hour just to move on to another topic.” Bonnie sighed and continued. “If she wasn’t so high up the pecking order, I’d have kicked her out. Personally.”

Marceline nudged her shoulder.

“I could do it for you”

“And be expelled? No thanks. As much as I hate Becky, I don’t think you leaving is worth it.”

Her heart lurched, practically begging to be freed from her chest. She opted to shrug it off, instead turning away from Bonnie to start packing her bass.

“Maybe I could do a prank instead. Y’know something that says, ‘fuck off from student council or else.’”

Bonnie raised her brows.

“Oh, and what would this prank be?”

By the time the girls left the school building, several rotten sandwiches and a passive aggressively typed note were left in Becky’s locker.

__________________________________________________________

"Thanks again for waiting up for me."

Bonnie entered the front passenger seat of Marceline’s car, inhaling the familiar scent of leather, strawberry and wood that probably came from an acoustic instrument lying around somewhere.

“Dude not this again. I told you, you don’t have to thank me every time I wait up for you. It’s like, our thing to hang out on Tuesdays anyways.”

Bonnie buckled in her own seatbelt whilst Marceline started the engine.

“Still, I appreciate the gesture. Not everyone would wait 2 hours just to have afternoon tea with their friend.”

Marceline felt a blush threaten to reveal itself on her cheeks. She really needed to get those butterflies in her ribs under control. She raised her hand, the other hand focused on driving out of the parking lot. “No. Stop with the sap. You’re turning me into a marshmallow.”

“You’re already a marshmallow, Marshmaline”

She gave a playful whack, accompanied by a glare. “Shut up! I am not a marshmallow, I’m too punk rock!”

Bonnie rolled her eyes, unfazed by the other’s glare. They had long lost their terrorizing effect on her. “Sure you are. Oh! That reminds me”

She dug through her bag, fishing out a pack of guitar strings and handing it to Marceline. “Gauge 9 right?”

“Wha- Bon. You didn’t have to.”

Bonnie waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense. I distinctly remember a certain someone complaining about forgetting to buy them for 4th week in a row yesterday.” She turned away from Marceline, opting to look at the passing traffic. “and… well, I just happen to pass by the music store when I was at the mall with Lady yesterday.”

Marceline gave her a heartwarming smile.

“Aww, thanks mom”

Bonnie huffed.

“What would you do without me?”

Marceline snorted, smile still evident on her face.

“Forgetting them for another week probably.”

Bonnie chuckled.

“Damn right”

__________________________________________________________

The girls reached their destination, a quaint little café tucked in a quiet neighborhood near their school. Marceline introduced it to Bonnie a while ago, insisting that the red velvet cakes were “to die for”. Bonnie wouldn’t put it the same way, but she did admit that the food was “more than acceptable”. The place quickly became their favorite hangout spot, next to the diner ran by their friend’s ( Finn’s) parents. Though that diner was more of a clique hangout spot. This was more of a 'just them' spot.

They ordered their drinks, an apple pie to share and of course, a slice of red velvet cake for Marceline. They sat at their table, indulging in said items whilst making idle conversation, ranging from the food to Marceline’s music to school gossip.

Bonnie noticed how her shoulders were a little tense, how she would pick and flick her own fingers and how her eyes wandered in a way that said her thoughts weren’t entirely focused on the present. Marceline was clearly bothered by something.

The Bonnie of 5 years ago would’ve pried her incessantly, but now she knew better. Marceline was the kind of person that needed space to figure things out. She would tell Bonnie what was eating at her when she was good and ready. Any prying on Bonnie’s end would lead to scathing remarks and, if allowed to escalate, a fight. Hence, despite the well-meaning itch that urged her to figure out what was bothering her best friend, Bonnie didn’t ask. Respecting Marceline’s boundaries was more important.

When Marceline’s giggling fit died down after a joke about a certain lemon-faced principal , she took a deep breath. She warily made eye contact with Bonnie.

“I need to tell you something. Its -It’s important”

“Okay”. Bonnie nodded and kept her eyes at Marceline expectantly, conveying that Marceline had her full undivided attention. A long, pregnant pause ensued. Bonnie was tempted to break the silence, but Marceline got there first.

“I’m gay.”

Okay. That wasn’t what Bonnie expected. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay, no not at all. Bonnie was just very unfamiliar with coming-out-of-the-closet etiquette. After all, most of her friends were straight.

She was clearly out of her element here. How should she respond to this? Did Marceline want a boisterous congratulation? Or a simple acceptance? In the end, Bonnie did what she always did when she was uncertain about things.

“Okay, what am I supposed to do with that information?”

Marceline raised her brows in surprise. She was expecting more of a reaction to that. Bonnie had just…. rolled with it. Maybe her fears were indeed unfounded. Maybe. It was still too early to tell.

Marceline took a deep breath, gathering what little courage it could provide and continued.

“I’m gay for you. As in, I like you. Like, like-like you.”

For a moment, Bonnie was tempted to make fun of Marceline’s unironic use of “like-like” but knew better than to do that. Instead, she was contemplating her response to it. She knew exactly what she should say, she knew her answer to that obvious unsaid question, but the vulnerable expression on Marceline’s face made her hesitate. Marceline looked so fragile, as if a gentle breeze could shatter her. The only other time Bonnie saw the other like this was when Marceline’s mother had passed.

Bonnie furrowed her brows, bit her bottom lip, and took a deep breath. It was definitely going to hurt, but she was good at making tough decisions for the people she cared about.

“I … don’t feel the same way. I’ve only ever seen you as a friend. I’m sorry Marceline.”

She could see Marceline shattering right in front of her. The girl’s shoulders slumped, a frown formed on her face and, most troubling of all; the light in the girl’s eyes dimmed. For a moment Bonnie wanted to take her words back, to make Marceline beam instead with an acceptance. But she knew from experience that giving false hope was worse than a flat-out rejection, so she kept her mouth shut.

In a flash, Marceline’s demeanor switched. She had a smile plastered on her face and her posture likewise improved. Perhaps it was a prepared response, as if she already knew this was the probable outcome. Though her newfound demeanor couldn’t quite reach her eyes.

“It’s cool. It’s cool.”

She paused as if unsure as to whether she should utter the next line. She opened her mouth, her voice wavered before she could even muster the first word.

“We can still be friends, right?” Accompanied with, again, a vulnerable expression. But this time it came from a girl who was already kicked down.

“Of course.” and Marceline wasn’t the only one who wanted to believe that.

They fell into silence, neither girl looking at each other anymore. There were no more words to be said on the matter. Bonnie glanced at the clock in the café. Time ticked by slowly, as if a second was enough time to write an entire thesis.

She searched for a change of topic, not wanting the silence to stretch into awkward territory. Her eyes wandered the surroundings and found it on their table. She gestured to the item.

“Are you going to finish that cake?” Bonnie’s fork was already threateningly hovering above the slice of cake.

Marceline smirked and hoped she didn’t misread Bonnie’s seemingly playful tone.

“I swear, one day you’re gonna get diabetes Bon. You’re such a sugar slut.”

Bonnie completely ignored her friend’s warning and grabbed the last bit of cake, eating it with a slight smile on her face.

“And you – She pointed to Marceline with her empty fork- are distasteful.”

Marceline laughed at that, the tension now fully leaving her. Bonnie could say the same, though she was just smiling at her friend.

Things were going to be okay.

Chapter 2: Confusion

The coffee cup made a clack as it landed on the table.

“Figured you’d want this.” Marceline flashed a toothy grin, though this one was softer than the usual mischievous one. Still, it was one Bonnie was well acquainted with.

Her stomach squirmed. She blinked. Odd. She didn’t remember having shellfish the night before.

“Uhhm, thanks.” She didn’t know why she fumbled. Marceline always got her coffee for their afternoon study sessions. She took a sip. Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot and drizzle, just the way she liked it, though for some reason, today it tasted a little sweeter.

Marceline plotted herself next to Bonnie and started rummaging through her bag. “So, what’s on the agenda today Bonbon?”

Bonnie scribbled in her notebook, having already started on her work. “Maths. We have 2 assignments due soon so I figured we should start.”

Marceline nodded and got her stuff out. For a good half hour, the only sounds that came from their table were the scrawls of pens, the clicking of calculators, turning of pages and occasionally, some curse words muttered under Marceline’s breath. Eventually though, the relative silence was broken.

“Hey, what’d you get for 3c?”

“69.3”

Bonnie saw a toothy grin appear on Marceline’s face. She frowned and shot a glare in return. That girl better not do wh –

“Thirst much, Bonnibel?”

She groaned. “Really Marceline? Get your head out of the gutter.”

Marceline shrugged. “Hey, I’m not the one writing innuendos as answers.”

“Not my fault the teacher likes putting innuendos as answers”.

Marceline chuckled, then she glanced over to Bonnie’s notebook. “Anyways, how’d you get that number?” She leaned over to get a closer look at Bonnie’s homework, now just close enough for Bonnie to smell what shampoo the other used. It was strawberry. Bonnie took note of Marceline’s face, how her brows scrunched in concentration, how her green eyes always held a beautiful shade of green, how her raven hair cascaded down her face, framing her sharp jawline and how her lips pouted at a formula she obviously didn’t understand. Bonnie wondered if those lips felt soft. Wait, what?

“Earth to Bonnie? You there? Hello?” Marceline waved her hand in front of her face.

“Huh? Oh. Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said what’s the deal with this guy? -She gestured to some convoluted looking math term- How did it get to this?”

“Oh, well..” Bonnie went on to explain how she derived the expression, going through it step by step as she usually did, pushing away any strange thoughts of the girl next to her. They were just a fluke after all. Nothing more than spontaneous curiosity.

__________________________________________________________

It happened again a couple of days later. Marceline was casually humming along to a punk rock song in her car with Bonnie seated next to her, quietly scrolling through her phone. The song was crass, mocking, harsh even, filled with edginess that stereotyped the genre. But somehow when the same song came from Marceline’s vocal cords, hummed in a low tone, it sounded so much more…beautiful. Smooth. Gentle. It felt like a cloud was encompassing her, warm and welcoming.

Bonnie felt her insides turn to jello. Strange how she never noticed Marceline's voice having this effect.

She frowned. Something was up. Lightning never struck twice in the same place after all.

“You got your thinking face on Bonnie. What’s up?”

“Oh. Nothing, I was just zoning out”

Marceline smirked, “Lemme guess, thinking of another experiment? Or wait, OH. Trying to answer one of the greatest mysteries of life.”

Bonnie glanced at her lap. Her hands were fiddling with loose jean threads. “You could say that.”

__________________________________________________________

The rest of the week, and the next, followed the same pattern. Bonnie and Marceline would hang out and Marceline would do something utterly mundane and Bonnie would find herself getting the squirmies. Her insides would twist and turn in all sorts of funny ways and she would find her cheeks embarrassingly warm.

She found herself lying down on her own bed, gazing at the ceiling with a half bolster clutched in her arms and contemplating the confusing experiences of the previous weeks. This was the 5th night in a row she had done this.

She has had both male and female suitors confessing to her before, though none of them were as close to her as Marceline was. However, she never gave them more than a second’s worth of thought as she preferred to utilize her brain’s resources on more important things. Chiefly; her schoolwork, independent science projects and her student council duties.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

Could she…like Marceline?

She frowned; brows scrunched and lips upturned in confusion.

She had never experienced a crush on a girl before. What she had told Marceline was nothing but honest, she genuinely had never seen the other girl in a light that wasn’t platonic. Marceline was indeed only a dear friend to her. Nothing had changed between them, so why did her insides turn to mush when Marceline did something as mundane as laugh at her own joke or open a door for her. It didn’t make any sense.

Bonnie’s clock read 02:14am and she figured she should get some sleep before school. With heavy lidded eyes, Bonnie concluded that she should do what she always did when she was uncertain about things.

__________________________________________________________

Bonnie found her in the music room, as usual. She was alone. Good. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and gripped her bag strap tightly. She didn’t know why she was the one who felt terrified, after all she was the one planning on basically cornering Marceline with a potentially awkward situation. She took a deep breath and entered the room.

Marceline turned to her, ceasing the strum of her bass. She flashed a warm smile. “Hey Bon, what’s up?”

“Marceline, do you want to go on a date?” At the sight of Marceline’s confused face, she added “With me. Romantically.”

Marceline raised her brows, even more confused than before. “Dude, I thought you weren’t into me that way? You said so like 2 weeks ago.”

She was right. Bonnie only hoped that her persuasion skills were good enough. “While it is true that I've never seen you in that way before, I don’t think it’d be a bad idea to try?” She paused, not really sure how to phrase it less awkwardly. “So, let’s go on a romantic date and see how that goes.”

Marceline looked downright offended by that offer. Was there some homosexual etiquette Bonnie was missing out on?

“I don’t need a pity date.”

Oh. OH. Oh god was that it how it sounded like? Bonnie knew she had to rectify the situation and soon.

“No no. It’s not that. It’s…“ Bonnie broke eye contact with Marceline, instead favoring the ground. She wasn’t sure why she felt so flustered, maybe it was because admitting the truth was embarrassing. “I’ve been thinking about us. How I feel about you, ever since that day you confessed.” Bonnie started fiddling with her hands.

Marceline tensed. She didn’t know where this was going, but she was paranoid and listened to every echoing thought in her head that said this was going to end up bad. Crap. She thought she was out of the woods after that day in the café.

”and I know I said that I hadn’t felt anything but platonic towards you before, and that’s true. But now I’m not so sure.”

Marceline furrowed her brows. What did she just say, was she implying that – “I…I might like you romantically. Or not. I don’t know. I was hoping that going on a date would help me figure things out. Its more for me really.”

Marceline blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Bonnie had…mixed feelings for her? No, rather Bonnie wasn’t sure how she felt. Marceline released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding until now. It wasn’t an ideal outcome, but it was certainly not the worst that could have come from her confession to the redhead.

Taking Marceline’s prolonged silence as a no, Bonnie continued. “I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to even suggest that considering everything you’ve been through. Just forge-“

Marceline raised her hand to stop her babbling. “I get it. Figuring out your sexuality is hard and you’re not exactly swimming in gay friends. I'm down for it. But you have to promise me this.” She looked straight into Bonnie’s eyes, holding down probably the most serious stare she could muster. “The moment you figure out your feelings for me, you have to tell me. Even if it hurts me. Its just-I just need to know as soon as possible.” Her voice wavered. “Please.”

Bonnie nodded, understanding the gravity of this.

Marceline let out a huge breath, visibly relaxing. She smiled.

“Alright. You free Friday night?”

Bonnie smiled back at her. “Yeah, pick me up at 7?”

Chapter 3: Consolidation

Bonnie didn’t think she would be one of those girls. The ones that would empty their entire closet and prance around their clothing littered room wondering why nothing there was good enough for their date. But here she was doing exactly just that.

It was just Marceline after all. They’ve hung out a billion times before.

Except it wasn’t just Marceline was it?

Bonnie groaned; this was infuriating. She dug through another pile of clothes on her bed, burying herself in thoughts of what to wear instead of trying to unpack the queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

In the end, she settled for a white sundress. Well, “settle” was a stretch considering she was going to change again if she hadn’t been interrupted by a ring from the front door. She rushed out of her bedroom, hurriedly making her way down wooden stairs with a tap-tap from her feet.

“Is that Marceline?” Her mother called out from a distant room. Knowing her it was probably the living room. Bonnie did get her love of sappy cable TV rom-coms from her after all.

“Yeah, I got it! I’ll be back by midnight.” Bonnie replied. “Alright, text me if your plans change.” After a brief moment of silence, she added, “Oh, and keep yourselves out of trouble okay! I do not want to hear a peep about either of you from the cops again!”

Bonnie giggled, reminiscing that exact event from 6 months ago.

“Oh. Wow.” Bonnie’s gaze was fixated on the sunset, a bleary mix of reds, oranges and yellows fading into dark blues that casted a looming shadow, outlining the town center. Bonnie and Marceline were on top of a ruined four story building without a roof which was nestled on top of a steep hill, giving them a brilliant vantage point that overlooked the entire t-

“Right.” Marceline flashed a cocky smirk. “Told you this place had the best view.” And she wasn’t wrong.

Bonnie scoffed. “Well sorry I thought otherwise when you dragged me through a forest, a chain link fence and an abandoned construction site.”

Marceline snorted. “What did you think I was gonna do?”

“Kill me and the hide the body?”

“Pfft, if I did that, whose homework would I copy of off?”

“Uh,” She tapped her chin, actually giving the question some thought. “Finn’s?”

Marceline looked at her with bewilderment, one eyebrow quirked above the other. “Dude, you know the whole point of copying off someone else is to pass, not fail.” Bonnie huffed, “Okay, fair point. But – "

“Hey, what are you two doing here?! Get down now!”

They snapped their heads to the source of the yelling. Down on the ground floor stood a middle-aged security guard, practically steaming with red-hot fury. Both girls looked at each other, conveying some unsaid message to each other, seemingly in agreement.

Then they ran.

After hopping through several cinder blocks and steel beams sprinkled with a few swears and complaints about thinking the place was abandoned, they got to a chain-linked fence. Knowing that they were pressed for time with the security guard hot on their tail, they opted to try to squeeze through a tiny gap on the bottom of the fence instead of climbing over it as they did before.

Bonnie crawled through just fine, merely getting some scuffs and dirt marks on her pullover. Marceline on the other hand got stuck, her “fashionable” ripped tank top getting caught on stray fence wiring. Both girls rushed to untangle Marceline, but with the stomp-stomp of booted footsteps coming ever closer to them, Marceline pulled Bonnie’s hands away from herself.

“Bon. I’m fine, just.. go ahead without me”

“But- “ Marceline pushed her away, stopping any argument Bonnie would give out.

“Go! I’ll text you when I’m home.” Bonnie stared at her for a moment in concern. Her eyes darted back and forth between her friend and the direction of the encroaching footsteps. Then she blurted,

“Shut the fuck up” and scrambled to get her friend out.

They both got caught.

After a phone call, a drive and long drawn-out conversation between Bonnie's mom and the police, both girls found themselves on the receiving end of a stern mother's gaze whilst seated on Bonnie's couch.

"Explain."

Before Bonnie could get a word out, Marceline started. "It was my idea Mrs. Butler, I dragged Bonnie to the construction site up at the hill near the end of town. I wanted to show her the sunset from up there.”

"The abandoned one?"

Marceline gave a sheepish smile "Well it turns out it wasn’t so abandoned after all".

Mrs. Butler wasn’t so amused. “Uh-huh.” She glanced at Bonnie, who was squirming in her seat from nervousness. "Bonnie, I know it wasn’t your plan but you still tagged along. You’re grounded for a week. That also means no access to the garage lab."

Bonnie groaned but didn’t feel the need to protest that decision. It was fairly light considering they did get the police involved.

Her mom turned to Marceline. "And Marceline. It’s late so you can stay over, but in the morning, I am going to have a talk with your father, got it?"

"Yes ma'am."

“Good, now I’m going to head to bed, it's late. Bonnie, be a dear and help set up the couch for Marceline” With that, Mrs. Butler went to her bedroom. Bonnie and Marceline started setting up the couch in silence, bringing out blankets and extra pillows from a nearby closet. Marceline wondered if this would be a good time to say what was on her mind, but was interrupted by Bonnie asking her to grab the duvet. When she dragged the duvet to the couch, Bonnie noticed her stumble a little. And then again. She was limping.

“Marceline, your leg!”

“Huh?” Marceline glanced down, seeing a small trail of blood running from her knees. Her very battered and cut knees. “Oh shit”

Bonnie immediately pushed Marceline to sit down on the couch, then ran off into the kitchen muttering something about alcohol. She then came back with a small first aid kit and began treating Marceline’s wounds. Marceline figured this was as good of a time as any.

“Sorry I got you in trouble. I didn’t know there was security there, I checked out the whole place and didn’t even see any keep out signs.” She fiddled nervously with the duvet below her.

Bonnie flashed a warm smile. “It’s fine, just…” She glanced down at Marceline’s knee and frowned, then looked up and made eye contact with her. “Be more careful next time?”

Marceline gave a reassuring smile.

“I will.”

Ding-ding-ding-ding! God, Marceline was one hell of an impatient girl. Bonnie rushed to open the door, silently cursing herself for zoning out for so long.

Marceline was clad in a red-black plaid flannel paired with a dark grey top and ripped black jeans. 'Classic Marceline,' thought Bonnie. Though in the raven-haired girl’s words it would’ve been classic gay, whatever that meant.

Marceline started, “Hey.” She flashed a gentle, earnest smile. She can do this. She’s good at playing cool. She’s the coolest person in school. Totally cool. Absolutely not having a heart attack right now.

“Hey.”

“You look great tonight.”

Bonnie smiled, soft and sweet. “Thanks, you look nice too.” She gestured to the other.

Marceline snorted. “Pfft, this is my normal outfit, what are you talking about?”

She smirked. Oh, it was all too easy to tease Marceline. “Maybe I think you look nice normally.”

Marceline spluttered into some incoherent murmurs. Her cheeks flushed crimson red and she scrambled to look at anywhere except Bonnie. Bonnie found it amusing.

She noticed that the raven-haired girl had her hands tucked behind her back, as if hiding an object from her view. Before she could ask though, Marceline beat her to it, having recovered from her gay panic.

“I, uhh, got you flowers.” She presented a bouquet of soft pink and white roses.

"Flowers?"

Marceline averted her gaze, instead staring at the small scuff marks on her shoes."Yeah. Figured I'd, uhmm....give you the full date experience." But the flustered cheeks and wavering voice said there was more to it than that.

Bonnie felt a heavy pang strike through her chest. She didn’t say anything about it though, figuring that it was a little too late to back out now. "Thanks."

She took the flowers into the kitchen and quickly deposited them into an empty vase. Then she rushed back out and hopped into Marceline’s car and they drove off. She turned to Marceline. “So, where are we going?”

Marceline smirked. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“At least tell me if it's legal. I promised my mom I wouldn’t get in trouble with the cops tonight.” She crossed her arms and pouted. Marceline thought it was adorable and wondered if she should comment. She didn’t.

Instead, she let out a cackle. “Nah it's totally legal. Don’t worry about it.”

They continued the drive in relatively peaceful silence, with only the radio to fill in the space. Bonnie’s gaze fell to her lap, where she fiddled with the hem of her dress. This was it. She was going on a date. With her best friend. Marceline was her date. Huh. Sounds weird.

Chapter 4: Conclusion

Bonnie glanced at the building, eyes widening at the familiar sight of the local science museum. "I thought you didn’t like science?"

Marceline shrugged, "I don’t. But I'm down for learning about the things you like.” She flashed a gentle smile and Bonnie's insides went into a tumbling frenzy of butterflies and thrumming heartbeats. “Now c’mon, this place closes at 9!"

Before her insides could murder her further, she found herself being dragged to the building, hands intertwined and all. Bonnie couldn’t bring herself to complain.

They grabbed their tickets from the ticketing booth and then trailed through the museum, weaving through various exhibits from electrochemistry to evolution to tectonic plates. They stopped by an anatomy exhibit; Bonnie having decided that the musculoskeletal system was an absolute must-see.

“Oooooh, the knee joint!”

Marceline quirked her brows, “What makes this one so special?”

"Well, it is the largest joint in our body, and y’know, THE joint that enables us to walk.”

“Yeah, but isn’t it like, weak? I always hear about people having busted knees or something.”

“That is true. That’s mostly because it does endure a lot of force when we’re using it, about one and a half times our body weight when walking and eight times when squatting.” Bonnie paused for a moment. ”Oh! And it’s also susceptible to numerous pathological conditions like arthritis”

Marceline hummed absentmindedly, then said, “Heh, y’know, you’re just like osteoarthritis” -she turned to her and flashed a toothy grin-” ’Cause you make my knees weak.”

Bonnie stared at her as if she grew another head. A pause ensued, just as awkward and confused as Bonnie’s expression. It went on for a bit, what with Marceline having no clue how to handle it and Bonnie trying to piece together what in the world just happened. She eventually broke the silence with a snort and a smile.

"Well," She moved closer to the other, interlinking their arms together. "You’re like a cation because you’re positively attractive.”

Marceline doubled down, practically filling the museum with cackles. Her cheeks were tinted red, though whether that was from being flustered or from the strain of laughter Bonnie couldn’t tell.

“Omg Bonnie that’s…” She took a breath in an attempt to get her chuckles to die down. ”That’s so you.” Another fit of laughter hit her.

Bonnie floundered, muttering a brief string of indecipherable words and turning away from Marceline in a vain attempt to hide her beet-red face.

“Hey, hey, c’mon. I didn’t say it was bad. It's….” Marceline rubbed her neck, eyes purposely averting Bonnie’s gaze. “It’s actually really cute.” She flashed a tentative smile. Her cheeks mirrored Bonnie’s.

Bonnie pouted, “Geez, you really can’t take a compliment, can you?”

“Welp, sorry, my parents are as emotionally constipated as I am.”

Bonnie chuckled, then tugged the other along to another exhibit.

They wandered through the exhibits one by one, with Bonnie rambling on about the four ventricles of the heart and some Newtonian mechanics and Marceline occasionally quipping in with a flirt or a joke (usually a pun).

“You wanna go watch a movie? I heard they’re premiering the remake of the Thing at the old theatre downtown” Marceline asked. They had finished a full round at the Museum, just in the nick of time as an announcement declared that the museum was closing. Now they were making their way to the carpark.

Bonnie was a little surprised that Marceline would have heard of the Thing. She didn’t seem like someone who would keep up with Sci-fi remakes, then again, the Thing was also a horror, that could explain it.

Bonnie shrugged. “Sure, sounds good.” She glanced down at their still intertwined hands. It was all still surreal to her. She really was on a date. With Marceline.

“Bon? You okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Just…uhh, zoning out. Yep. Heh.” She really, really wished she was better at lying. Marceline raised her brows but didn’t comment any further, to Bonnie’s relief.

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They wound up seated in a small theatre, with Marceline sipping on her soda and Bonnie occasionally munching on popcorn. Bonnie glanced at Marceline, wondering if she should be doing something at this moment. Their arms were still interlinked, still a fairly platonic gesture. She wondered if she should push it, cross the platonic boundary a little bit more. After all Marceline clearly had with her incessant flirting. She supposed she should reciprocate by initiating something too.

And so, cautiously, Bonnie leaned in, slowly placing her head on the crook of Marceline's shoulder. Marceline tensed for a moment, and for that moment Bonnie wondered if she should retreat. But then Marceline relaxed and leaned in.

Cuddling wasn't something the girls ever did together in their friendship. Physical affection, whilst there with casual hand-holding, a hug here and there and such, was always kept at a respectable distance. This was new and if the butterflies in Bonnie’s stomach were anything to go by, it was a good kind of new.

Maybe dating wasn’t so weird after all.

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Marceline brought Bonnie to her doorstep in silence. Not the comfortable kind that they often shared. No, this was tense, heavy, as though there was a huge anvil weighing them down. Both of them clearly knew why, it was the end of their date after all. Neither of them really wanted to start, but, feeling obligated because this was her idea, Bonnie did.

"As cliche as it sounds, I really had a good time tonight." After a short pause, she added, "I'd like to do it again sometime."

Marceline’s brows shot up into her hairline. "Wait does this mean -"

“Ehp!” She croaked. Despite knowing what Marceline's reaction would be, Bonnie still found a lump rising in her throat. She took a breath and tried again.

“Yeah.” Bonnie smiled tentatively.

Marceline’s face went through various stages of metamorphosis, from confusion to disbelief to being completely flustered red. It finally settled on a dumbfounded smile with rose-tinted cheeks.

“That’s, wow.”

Bonnie giggled and crossed her arms. She just couldn’t resist the opportunity presented. “Really? You got your crush to like you back and all you can say is ‘wow’. Real smooth Marceline.”

“Sh-shut up!”

Bonnie could practically hear the pout from her. She snickered and Marceline desperately scrambled for a change in topic. She found one and smirked.

"Does this mean I can kiss you? Coz you were so obvious with the staring just now"

Bonnie scoffed. “We both know I wasn’t staring, nice try though. As for the other thing,” She averted her gaze and gave a non-committal shrug. “Maybe on the second date, or the third”

Marceline grinned. “Ooooh, there’s gonna be a third date now?”

“Only if you behave.” She deadpanned.

Marceline cackled, her voice echoing throughout the silent neighborhood. Soon enough, Bonnie couldn’t help but join and now in between the quiet of suburbia were the giggles of two girls.

They kissed on the second date.

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[abadeerly]

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[myqueenmarceline]

It’s Free Real Estate

Summary: The backstory for how Marceline got ahold of PB's sweater. (Missing scene with slight canon divergence, Marceline and PB are in a relationship.)

Warnings: none, this is just fluff

I wrote this as a gift for my little sister's bday. This is based on the white sweater with red, yellow, and blue stripes that both Marceline and PB wear later on in the series: https://images.app.goo.gl/UFeAAiBYjb3M8FJq7.

Thank you to @nebula-gaster for beta reading, I appreciate it!

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46226977

Or under the cut:

Marceline blinked slowly, the ceiling coming into focus above her. It was higher than her own ceiling, and she recognized the familiar arches right away. That was right, she had stayed over last night.

She and Bonnibel had finally started hanging out again. She still wasn’t sure if they were really dating or not, but they could take things slow. They both had plenty of time, and maybe the reason things hadn’t worked out the first time was because Marceline had rushed things.

Whatever they were, last night Bonnibel had invited her to watch a movie, and she had accepted. Then they had stayed up talking all night and late into the morning—late enough for Marceline to fall asleep, while Bonnibel went off to start her day. She was probably exhausted, but Marceline had seen her stay up for four days in a row before her brain finally crashed. She would be fine.

Marceline stretched, then finally rolled out of bed. Bonnibel’s blanket was soft and fluffy, and she kept one wrapped around her as she looked around. Her jacket was still lying on the chair where she had dropped it last night, but she had a better idea.

Marceline crept over to Bonnibel’s closet and opened it up. She knew that Bonnibel had some nice clothes, and she wouldn’t miss one sweater. Most of Bonnibel’s closet was pink or purple, but Marceline wasn’t after that.

At the bottom of a thick stack of sweaters, she finally found something she liked. A chunky knitted white sweater with thick red and yellow stripes across the chest, and some blue ones on the sleeves. She felt the material, and it was even softer on the inside than it was on the outside.

Marceline tossed the blanket back on the bed and put the sweater on. It was oversized and hung down her legs almost far enough to be a dress. She glanced down, adjusting the neck of the sweater so that it hung off of one shoulder. Even if she couldn’t see herself in the mirror, she could still tell that the sweater looked nice on her.

The door opened. Marceline turned invisible, hoping the sweater had changed with her. When Bonnibel stepped in, she sighed and reappeared again.

“Hey, what’re you doing back?” She asked, floating a bit closer to Bonnibel. “Is the kingdom finally able to run itself?”

Bonnibel didn’t look surprised to see her. “Unfortunately, no. Breakfast Princess and Wildberry Princess are here for afternoon tea. I need to change,” Bonnibel said, gesturing to her open lab coat and worn-out pink flannel. She glanced up at Marceline and squinted. “Is that mine?”

“Yeah. You mind if I borrow it?” Marceline asked, already going back down to the ground in case she needed to take it off. “It’s really soft.”

“Why?” Bonnibel saw that Marceline was confused, so she explained herself a bit more. “I mean, you have your own clothes. Why do you want mine?”

Marceline opened up the hidden drawer inside of Bonnibel’s closet, and pulled out the old band t-shirt she had given Bonnibel back in the day. “You’ve got one of mine.”

Bonnibel blushed, and she grinned. Too easy. She still had the sweetest pink flush Marceline had ever seen. She had just woken up, so she was hungrier than usual. She shook her head a bit, getting those thoughts out of her head. Feeding from Bonnibel was an emergency measure only.

“You can take it.” Bonnibel looked away, rubbing her arm. “And if… you want to trade more clothes, just let me know.”

“Thanks Bonbon,” Marceline said, letting her feet lift off the ground again.

She moved around Bonnibel and grabbed her jacket from the chair, draping it over her shoulders. She hadn’t expected to stay overnight, so she hadn’t brought her umbrella. She would need to turn into a bat and hide to fly back.

“I’ll go through your closet another night. I should probably head home and get some breakfast.”

Bonnibel nodded, glancing between Marceline and her closet but not moving yet. “Yes. I have to go before the others get suspicious.”

“Okay, cool.” Marceline tugged on her jacket, floating a bit closer to Bonnibel. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Goodbye, Marceline.” Bonnibel smiled at her.

“Bye.”

Marceline swooped in and kissed Bonnibel’s cheek, then flew away before Bonnibel could react. She transformed halfway into her bat form, using her wings to make both the curtains and windows in front of her open wide. Marceline curled up underneath the coat, her face burning as she flew away from the castle.

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[littlehipsterhobbit]

A Twist in My Story

Summary:

Canon compliant up to breaktime of 2x118.

The Mighty Nein defeat the Tombtakers, but Aeor rises. Caleb and Jester are separated from the Nein in the aftermath. They can only hope it won't be for long. They have a disaster to stop. And a lot to face before they're finished.

Chapter: 2/?

Notes: This was two chapters, but I decided they were better as one chapter. So it's a long one today, kids.

#widojest #what even is my fanfic tag? #atims

[im-not-a-virgo-im-a-lesbo]

“Recess” by bahia

“Typical best friend stuff” & “the second first time” by queenmarcy (there’s a whole series done by her and it’s really good!! It’s finished to I highly recommend it!)

“You got a 9 to 5” by namebrandoats (one of my personal favorites :) hasn’t been updated in a few months though)

“Five.” By abadeerly

“What was missing” by (buttons15)

“Sleepwalking” also by (buttons15)

“Coincident” by mellish

“Your so hot it’s hurting my feelings” by cricket_thestarman

“The kids aren’t alright” by sundaycandy

Some of these have light smut so be weary! But I hope you enjoy 💗

ASAHJDSAHKJSAHDSKJH THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

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[tophathomburg-blog]

Updated my Fionna and Cake show fic. Please! Tell me anything about it, I'm desperate and shamelessly asking for reviews at this point.

Also this meme.

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[bearandbirdfan]

Her Bubblegum Heart | An Adventure Time One-Shot

Fandom: Adventure Time

Characters: Princess Bubblegum, Ricardio the Heart Guy, Finn the Human, Jake the Dog, Ice King, Lady Rainicorn, etc.

Rating: T (TW: heart-related stuff)

(NOTE: takes place during the episode "Lady and Peebles")

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Ba-Bump! Ba-Bump! Ba-Bump! Ba-Bump!

827 years and counting. That's how long Bonnibel Bubblegum's heart had been beating inside of her candy body. In all that time, it had only stopped beating once, when she was dropped into the Lich's pit and nearly died. An event that still had an effect on her.

And compared to that near-death experience, finding three people she knew well at the mercy of one Ricardio the Heart Guy was like her heart was ready to go into a nuclear meltdown.

The anthropomorphic organ emerged from the shadows with new limbs made from the Ice King's living tissue, attached with supple and delicate sinews. He then proceeded to toss PB's friend Lady Rainicorn aside. Before Bonnie could reach her, Ricardio intercepts her. The princess was in shock and her expression was that of sheer horror.

"Now, my darling, we can finally be united as man and wife," Ricardio said in a downright disturbing tone.

BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP!

Bonnie's heart rate doubled and she started to breathe heavily. She noticed the sinews that attached Ricardio's limbs. This might give her an idea. Perhaps...

"Okay, Ricardio. I'll do it. I'll be your wife," she says, taking off her coat, which excited Ricardio. "If you can beat me at hand-to-hand combat!" She tosses the coat aside, revealing a magenta-colored body suit.

Ricardio was somewhat amused at the sight of the Princess putting up her dukes like a boxer. "Oh, my... How Valkyrian. Princess, you are absolu-," he could only say before he was met with Bonnie's fist.

BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP!

Bonnie started to sweat and was breathing noticeably faster as her heart nearly tripled in speed. She could practically feel it slamming against her candy cane ribcage. She just barely managed to avoid Ricardio swinging his fist back at her.

The Princess dodges his next few attacks and even landing a hit on him before getting a hold on one of his arm. She grits her teeth as she uses every bit of strength she could muster to rip the limb from Ricardio's body. This stuns the anthropomorphic organ as he didn't expect her to be this strong.

He attempts to strike Bonnie again, but she dodges the attack and grabs his leg, forcing him on the ground before she promptly stomps on his face.

BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP!

Bonnie was sweating and breathing intensely, her bubblegum heart was now pounding erratically, trying not to give out on her. "You think we're intellectual equals?! It only took me seconds to get you off your guard! And this 'body' you designed is self-congratulatory garbage! See, I know a thing or two about building a body out of biomass," she says as she detaches Ricardio's leg from his body, lifting it over her head. "And you don't...leave your heart exposed!"

"I just wanted to impress you!" Ricardio exclaimed, the despair in his tone now evident. Bonnie merely replied with two words: "You didn't."

The Princess, with all of her strength, pounded Ricardio's face with his own severed limb. She was indeed not impressed. "Get out of my sight," she says as he crawled away, whimpering as pathetically as one would imagine.

BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP!

Bonnie panted heavily. Her heart was refusing to slow down. She didn't had time to worry about that now. Finn, Jake, Ice King and Lady Rainicorn. They were unconscious and required her immediate attention.

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The way back was hellish on her body, especially her heart.

BABUMPBABUMPBABUMPBABUMP!

Bonnie was carrying four unconscious people, all of whom she knew, on her back with every last bit of strength she had left. She was clearly out of breath, a clear indication that she was overexerting herself. Every fiber of her candy body is telling her to move forward. Yet, she could feel the organ in her chest overworking itself to the point of nearly imploding and giving out.

BABUMPBABUMPBABUMPBABUMP!

The pain intensified. Bonnie clenched her fist and then pounded at her heart. "Come on! Just a little while longer! You're almost there! Don't stop now!" She thought to herself, her body telling her to keep moving in spite of the pain. "Just one mile left!"

BABUMPBABUMPBABUMPBABUMP!

She barely makes it to the front entrance of her castle. Another jab stabs her overworked heart. She drops to the ground like a stone, along with the people she carried. She clutched her chest, trying to take in whatever air she could.

BABUMPBABUMPBABUMPBA-!

Bonnie's heart stopped. It stopped for a second time.

And then, darkness. Absolute darkness and embodied voices.

"She's going into cardiac arrest!"

"She's crashing!"

"We're losing her!"

"We need a defibrillator here!"

"Come on, Princess! Breathe for us!"

"Clear!"

BABUMP!

The next thing Bonnie felt was her heart forcibly restarting its rhythm. A 300 volt electrical shock entered her body and through her chest. She immediately begins coughing, her oxygen deprived lungs taking in whatever air they could.

BABUMP! BABUMP! BABUMP! BABUMP!

Bonnie could tell she was in the hospital, given that the doctors were listening to her heart and the fact that she literally just been revived. She must have overexerted herself. She gets off the hospital bed, despite the doctors' insistence on monitoring her health and making sure she was stable. She had no time to worry about that. There were four people that she knew that required her immediate attention.

BABUMP! BABUMP! BABUMP! BABUMP!

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@chezforshire @cartoons4ever77 @athetos @myqueenmarceline

#adventure time #atimers #fanfic #princess bubblegum #bonnibel bubblegum #ricardio #finn the human #finn mertens #jake the dog #lady rainicorn #ice king #dr. ice cream #doctor princess #tw: heart-related stuff #tw: overexertion