Forever Shipping Bubbleline.

I have always loved Marcaline and Princess Bubblegum - especially the blatent love they share. I am new to writing fanfic, so feedback is much appreciated :} I take suggestions too!

[f0rever-bubbline]

Second attempt - shorter and too the point.

Marcaline is sat on the couch in her dark dingy flat, flicking through the channels aimlessly. She comes across a music channel and seems disinterested at best; the rock channel usually entertained her at least for a few moments, but not tonight. Suddenly she comes across a cooking channel, and a smile creeps across her face. Slightly embarrassed, she wipes it away and continues to channel surf. Her fingers are hovering over the back button, she appears hesitant to flick back a channel. Even though she is alone in her flat, and the curtains are drawn, she still feels like if she returned to that channel, someone would catch her. She ponders this thought for a second, then decided to do so. The chief was just pulling out a freshly baked batch of brownies as Marcaline tuned in. She felt a sudden shudder engulf her, as she began to slowly sit upright. The chiefs voice was static noise to her now, her widening emerald eyes were far too immersed in the brownies. The TV show ended shortly after and the credits began to roll up the screen. Marcaline felt flustered but excited by this sudden, unexpected turn of events from tonight. Sudden flashes of the princesses face crossed her mind, as she lay back, closed her eyes and took off her jeans. Just as the theme song had ended, Bubble gum princess burst through the door. Embarrassed and scrambling for her jeans, Marcaline's face turns bright red. Bubble gum walks over and offers her help to a scared, shy Marcaline. "Marcy, do you always sit around your flat in your underwear? Doesn't it get ... Cold in here for you?" "No, I was....it was hot and I wasn't, erm...expecting company this late. Should you be in the cast..." Before she could even finish her sentence, the princess interrupted with a scoff and replied, " I don't always have to be cooped up in that castle, yano. I'm not confined to it's walls, although sometimes it does feel that way...sometimes I like to get out and free myself from it all." She began to unbutton her dress. Marcaline couldn't help herself, but stare. Why was the princess takin her clothes off right infront of her?! Bubble gum slumped next to Marcaline on the sofa and sighed. "I feel so relaxed with you Marcy. Like, I know you won't judge me. You seem to be the only person I can truly be myself around..." Marcaline still continued to stare. Her eyes quickly flickered up to bubblegums, and she seemed to be speechless. Realising that she couldn't think of anything witty or cool to say, she just giggled and flew over to the kitchen. "Want anything from the fridge, like some strawberries or some cherries or something, bubble gum?" Realising there was no answer, she span around as if to fly back, when she was confronted with a kiss. Her emerald eyes widened as she saw two beautiful, closed eyelids infront of her. Overcome with excitement and confusion she froze, unable to retaliate. Bubblegum slowly opened her eyes, and stepped backwards, embarrassed. Her face was bright red, she looked as if she was going to cry. "I'm...im so sorry marcy...I...I didn't mean to...I..." Bubblegum ran to the frontroom and grabbed her dress. "How could I have been so -sniffles- stupid?! Marcy could never love me!" she whispered to herself, clutching her dress in her hands. Before she could even pick the dress up completely off the floor, Marcaline had already wrapped her arms around bubblegum's waist. "Thank you bubblegum. I have been waiting a thousand years to finally find someone that loves me. And who better, than this perfect princess." Marcaline pulls bubble gum towards the sofa and makes her sit upon her lap. As bubblegum slides onto Marcaline, her dress falls slowly to the ground, around Marcaline's ankles. "I would have never of guessed a vampire queen would wear white stockings with a garter belt, Marcy. How very secretive of you....when did you put all of that on anyway?" "Vampires are quick, baby. And I always knew I'd open up to you, Bubblegum. I just couldn't be sure when that day would be. And it appears you made the first move..."

[f0rever-bubbline]

First real try - Marcaline is sat on the couch in her dark dingy flat, flicking through the channels aimlessly. She comes across a music channel and seems disinterested at best; the rock channel usually entertained her at least for a few moments, but not tonight. Suddenly she comes across a cooking channel, and a smile creeps across her face. Slightly embarrassed, she wipes it away and continues to channel surf. Her fingers are hovering over the back button, she appears hesitant to flick back a channel. Even though she is alone in her flat, and the curtains are drawn, she still feels like if she returned to that channel, someone would catch her. She ponders this thought for a second, then decided to do so. The chief was just pulling out a freshly baked batch of brownies as Marcaline tuned in. She felt a sudden shudder engulf her, as she began to slowly sit upright. The chiefs voice was static noise to her now, her widening emerald eyes were far too immersed in the brownies. The TV show ended shortly after and the credits began to roll up the screen. Marcaline felt flustered but excited by this sudden, unexpected turn of events from tonight. Sudden flashes of the princesses face crossed her mind, as she lay back, closed her eyes and took off her jeans. Just as the theme song had ended, Finn an jake burst through the door. “WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS SHE, MARCALINE?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE PRINCESS?!” Feeling incredibly embarrassed and almost falling over; trying to stand up quickly and pull her t-shirt over her trouser-less legs. “W..what do you mean? I haven’t done anything with the princess!” Jake seemed to have taken the shape of a log, as if to break down her flat door. Privacy wasn’t a thing these boys knew well, apparently. Still holding her t-shirt over her exposed thighs, Marcaline begins to panic. ‘What has happened to the princess? Who has her? Is she hurt? Why do Finn and jake seem to think I have her? Has she mentioned that she was coming to see me?’ Before she could continue this mental ramble, Finn jumps over to her and stands right ontop of her coffee table, almost knocking over her old tv. He holds in his hand a note written on pastel pink partridge, with love hearts surrounding it - clearly from the castle. ‘You all deserve a better queen.’ The last three letters of queen were smudged and seemed to trail downward, it was not like the princess to be so slack-Especially with her writting. Marcaline had noticed this first off, seeing as the princess forever scolded her for her lack of grammar and punctuation. “Why do you assume I’ve taken her, Finn? Hmm? You know we fe…we’re friends, man. Why would I hurt her?” Before Finn could even reply, jake stretches over and appears very close to Marcaline’s face; which annoys her more than she lets on. “Where is she man? You better not be hiding her here. I’ll smell her out and then you’ll have some real trouble on your hands, Marcaline!” “Calm your dog, Finn. It appears his leash is a little long, wouldn’t you say…” She huffed, as she turned away from them. Her eyes slightly widened as she pondered the princesses whereabouts. Turning her head slightly to the side she said, “Even if I did have her here, you wouldn’t find her.” Laughing sadistically, as if not to let on she was worried. “Let me grab my jeans and I’ll help you find her. Err…maybe she knows where my bass has gone too. I can’t seem to find it…” Unbeknown to her, the bass guitar was hanging slightly out of her bedroom door; She had laid it there so she could slump on the sofa earlier this evening. Clambering for her jeans, Marcaline orders jake and Finn to wait outside as she gets dressed. They don’t budge though, just turn around so their backs are too her.