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buckyclevens · 2 months
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stuck on the subway. Peebsposting time
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rj-for-short · 7 years
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Rainy
Summary: A rainy day in with PB and Marcy. Science gets interrupted and gross adorable gay fluff ensues
Characters: Marcelline x Princess Bubblegum
Author’s Note: I love these two forever. For @aradiamegiddy and her girlfriend, because those two are cute as hell. Hope you enjoy it!
Word Count: 589
Part of the fanfic free-for-all
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Princess Bubblegum wasn’t much of a singer. In fact, she mused as she idly stirred the solution in front of her, she always thought she was a little bit tone-deaf. But she liked to sing, and Marcy told her she wasn’t bad at it. Who am I to disagree? She’s the professional, PB thought with a smile. So they would usually sing together, cute little duets that Marcy would come up with on the spot. Usually it was about love, but sometimes PB would make up songs about physics or biochemistry in order to remember important facts. Marcy said it was the sign of a “cute brain.”
But when PB was alone, she hardly had time to devote to improv. So she sang lyrics that Marcy already had written: lyrics she often sang to her when they were alone on rainy days. The castle was always warmer when it was filled with Marcy’s music. Sometimes PB imagined all of Oo could hear her beautiful voice.
“What kind of dad eats his daughter’s fries—”
“That’s my least favorite song, y’know.”
She screamed and nearly dropped the beaker in her hand. “Oh my glob! Wh—” She turned her head and found Marcy floating over by the door upside-down, her head tilted backward so she could survey the room. She was smiling.
“Did I scare you?”
“No,” PB lied, her brow furrowed. Marcy actually laughed and approached her, dropping down gracefully onto the polished linoleum of the laboratory floor. She draped her arms around her princess, her cold hands eventually resting on her stomach.
“Aw, I’m sorry for scaring you, Bonnie,” she lied back, letting out a little lilting chuckle. PB felt hot breath by her neck and she pulled away.
“Not now Marcy, I’m really busy.” She pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose. Marcy frowned.
“C’mon, can’t you drop all that for one minute and come hang out with me? We could go to Squeezy Mart, or we can sing or—”
“It’s all gross outside, though. I don’t wanna go out there. How about this?” PB put the beaker down and turned off the Bunsen burner. “I’ll finish up here, and then we can go sit up in my room or something. Take a nap maybe.”
Marcy yawned. “Yeah, that sounds kinda nice actually. I’ll leave you to it, Peebs.” She drifted up off the floor and headed upstairs. PB smiled, a little pink blush swirling on her cheeks, and she cleaned up the last of her materials. She climbed up the endless high staircase to her bedroom, where, sure enough, Marcelline was curled up on her bed. Her eyes were already closed, and her breathing was steady. PB smiled.
“Hey, you.”
Marcy smiled back, her eyes still shut. “Mmmmhey. You comin’ to bed or are you just gonna stand there?”
PB rolled her eyes and changed into a tee shirt and shorts. “Shut up.” She climbed gracefully into bed and pulled the covers up over the two of them. Marcy opened her eyes and poked her on the cheek.
“Hey!”
“Sorry, Peebs, couldn’t help it. You have a pretty cool face.”
PB laughed and pulled Marcy close to her. The rain fell in steady sheets outside, and the two laid there for a moment to listen.
“It’s pretty to listen to, isn’t it?” Marcy asked after a few minutes.
“Not as pretty as your voice,” PB replied sleepily.
“You’re so gross.” Marcy kissed the princess on the forehead and snuggled closer. They fell asleep to the rain.
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