A/N: Howdy, I'm writing this at midnight because I just wrote 500 words for the next chapter and decided that you guys deserve this chapter early this week. Also, don't forget to leave a review! They make my entire week to read, and I'll try to reply to them more often if there's more. Thank you for all the kudos/follows/favourites/whatevers. We hit 100 kudos on ao3 and I didn't realise until now. Thank you so much!
Content Warnings: SICKENING FLUFF, kind of a lil bit borderline nsfw near the end?, more mystery?, bowling, tempted to write a finn x phoebe one shot for this tbh.
BREAKING NEWS: Ambulance called to an old saw mill 8 miles east of Oakland. All missing persons were found inside, waiting for more information on the suspects and the victims from the police. Stay tuned for more.
Marceline automatically assumed it was Ash. For some reason, in her head, a teenager could kidnap six people and get away with it. Just seemed logical because it was Ash. Then, she clicked on the full article and was surprised to find that it had been Ash who had called the ambulance, and was being questioned about how he knew about it in the first place. It all seemed a bit odd.
Finn's hand landed on her shoulder and she looked up from her phone. "C'mon, Abadeer, we wanna hang out with you before you leave for a few days. Bonnie will be there," Now that is a convincing point. Damn my weakness to cute girls with pink hair. The boy glanced down at her phone then, reading the article with a frown. "Don't get caught up reading that, they're all safe now, yeah?"
They were kids our age, idiot, of course I'm caught up in it. "Yeah, what're we doing again? Bonnie said something about bowling."
"Hell yeah," Finn's usual grin was back, and Marceline slipped her phone into her back pocket. "Triple dates are the best because I get to hang with Phoebe," He paused. "Thanks for explaining all that junk, by the way. I… guess I was rushing her a little too much."
She gave him a slanted smile as she stood from his couch. "No biggie, right? You just need to relax; even if she turns out to just like you as a friend at least she's willing to try for you, right? That's some best friend shit right there." Finn nodded and glanced out the window, frowning when he saw no sign of Jermaine's car.
"Snow sucks, they'd be here already if it wasn't for the weather." Snow sucks? From Finn? Geez, he must really like bowling. "What're you planning to do when you go back for a few days?"
"Uh, nothing much. Might jam with Keila for a bit and go see Marshall." Truth be told, she wished she never even made plans to go up to see them in the first place. Driving in snow made her so much more frustrated than it should do, and the thought of seeing Keila again made her feel nauseous.
"Do all your friends do drugs or?" Oh, Finn. You have absolutely no tact whatsoever.
Marceline shrugged and shoved her hands into the pocket of her black hoodie. "Probably, they're all assholes. When I left Keila was supposedly clean."
Finn nodded and sighed. Who's idea was it to have me drive up to their damn house and be alone with this boy? Phoebe and I would have gladly switched positions. Hell, I offered to go pick Bonnie up in the first place. "They're here," Finn gestured to the window, watching as Jermaine pulled up in the driveway. "I think Lady is going with you and Bonnie."
"You think? Or you know because you made sure Phoebe was in the same car as you?" Marceline teased. "As long as I'm with Bonnie I'm good. Need to ask her what she wants for Christmas."
The front door opened and Marceline didn't even have time to prepare as Bonnibel rushed in from the cold and threw her arms around her waist. "I missed you, you lanky idiot."
"Real good compliment, babe." Marceline replied, sticking on the babe just to tease her girlfriend. "And you saw me last night."
"I bet," Lady rolled her eyes as she wandered in hand in hand with Jake. "Does anyone wanna pee before we leave again? The closest bowling alley is a few miles south of here." At that, Phoebe surged through the front door and up the stairs. Marceline noted the fond smile on Finn's face.
"I guess Phoebe does," Jake said through a half grin. "Anyone else?"
Marceline shrugged and glanced down at Bonnie, still wrapped around her midsection. "I went before I set off over here, thanks for the offer."
"I'll go." Bonnie mumbled into her shoulder. Marceline watched, probably with a similar smile to Finn's, as Bonnibel pulled back and unwound her arms from her waist.
"Jermaine's waiting for us," Jake muttered gently as Phoebe came back down. "C'mon guys. Lady's going with Marceline as per Finn's request." Ha. I was right.
Bonnibel boosted herself up on her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to Marceline's cheek before she too sped up the stairs. The room smirked at her.
"Yeah, yeah, she kissed me, whatever. Get in the car. Lady knows the way, we'll be like a minute behind." Jake, Phoebe and Finn all left silently, and Jermaine's car rolled out of the driveway and drove off down the road.
"Bonnie really likes you, Marceline." Lady commented as soon as silence settled around the two. Oh we're having that conversation now? Good. Just grand.
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on breaking up or hurting her. I'd be an idiot if I did," Marceline joked, holding her hands up as she half grinned. At Lady's satisfied nod, she lowered them back to her pocket and smiled when she noticed Bonnie coming back down the stairs. "You're both ready, yeah?"
The two girls nodded and Marceline smiled to herself. Good. This is… good. I think? I've never had friends who were willing to drive to a bowling alley just because I was going back home. I've never even had real friends other than Keila and Marshall, and I messed up with both of them. Fuck.
She felt Bonnibel's hand reach for hers, and a kiss was pressed to her lips not too long after. "You look a little caught up in your head," Yeah, you could say that. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, promise." Marceline grinned. "C'mon, let's go."
Finn and Jake were already rushing off to get a bowling alley when Marceline and the others wandered up to the front desk to grab some shoes. Bonnibel looked adorable as she stood on her tiptoes to take them from the man behind the desk, and Marceline couldn't hide the smile on her face when her girlfriend turned around.
"Shut up," Bonnibel grouched. "I'm short." They began to walk into the main area, through the arcade and past the restaurant to where the others were already gathering. Marceline just kept smiling to herself all the way there.
Finn was typing in their names when Marceline threw herself down next to him, glancing at where her name was supposed to be. She arched a brow when she saw the word 'BISEXUAL' but began laughing loudly when she saw Bonnie's name. "Princess?"
"It was my nickname when we were kids," Bonnibel explained, perching herself on Marceline's lap with a cute little smile. Marceline was about to tell her that were enough seats for them all, but decided against it when Bonnie put an arm around her shoulders.
"Princess?" She repeated after laughing. "Suits you,"
Bonnie just scoffed and shook her head in response. "You're awful."
"Hm, maybe. Maybe I just think you deserved to be treated like one." And Bonnibel's face flared up, a small smile pressing into her shoulder as she hid in the curve of Marceline's neck.
Finn finished thumbing in the rest of their names and turned to his brother with a smile. "You're up first, better make it a good one." His brother rolled his eyes.
As Jake picked one of the balls, an all too familiar song began to play over the speakers of the room. Marceline relaxed and began to hum along almost instinctively, earning a small kiss and a giggle from Bonnibel when she looked back at her.
"Jake got a strike," Phoebe leaned down from somewhere behind them to whisper in their ears. "If you'd be bothered to stop being gross and pay attention."
"We'll stop being gross when you stop watching us." Marceline retorted lightly, smirking when Phoebe rolled her eyes with a grin. "And anyway, it's your go next."
Bonnibel kept her head on Marceline's shoulder for the entirety of Phoebe's go and grumbled under her breath when she stood up to pick her ball. It was ridiculous how hard it was for Marceline to not watch as Bonnibel got a strike immediately, looking especially cute as she did a little victory dance and high fived Lady. I guess it's my go, then.
Marceline picked a deep purple ball, liking the way the glossy paint looked iridescent in the light. She'd gone for one of the heavier ones as was her usual pick when she went bowling Keila and the rest of her old friends. Oh god, that was horrible, don't look. Marceline turned on her heel so that she didn't have to watch her weak throw, but was surprised when the rest of her friends began to cheer. What just happened?
"Third strike of the day, Marceline," Lady congratulated her with a wide smile. Marceline blinked and glanced over her shoulder to make sure that all the pins had actually gone down. "What happened to you telling me you were bad at bowling anyway?"
"I uh, guess I got lucky?" Marceline shrugged a shoulder. "Usually I get gutter balls and laugh about it over a slushie."
The next few rounds went around in a blur of laughter whenever Finn set up his throw and cheering whenever Bonnibel got a strike, which was a lot. Everyone's really good at bowling, Marceline thought to herself as she glanced up at the score board. She was last, and Bonnibel and Jake were tied for first.
"Alright, Bonnibel, if you win I'll pay for your food after." Jake promised her girlfriend, smiling as he took his ball. He stepped up to the lane and managed to hit five of the pins for his last go.
Bonnibel chewed her lip in thought. "You pay for both mine and Marcy's food, yeah?" Agh, there's she goes with the nickname again. At Jake's nod, Bonnibel bowled a strike.
"Fuck yeah!" Phoebe cried out, throwing her hands in the air and getting some looks from other groups nearby. Marceline applauded with Finn and Lady as Bonnibel did another little dance.
"How many strikes did you get?" Marceline asked gently when Bonnibel practically threw herself at the other girl, arms wrapping around the back of her neck. Bonnibel shrugged and grinned and Marceline's heart flew in her chest as her girlfriend boosted herself up to kiss her soundly.
"Four," Lady interrupted with a soft eye roll and fond smile. "Food?"
Jake came up behind her, sifting through his wallet in search for his card. "I guess I'm paying for all of us,"
"I can pay for me and Bon, don't worry about it." Marceline stepped away from Bonnibel, taking her own wallet from her pocket and smiling at Jake. "Dad's loaded, remember?" She said when she noticed the confused stare from Finn.
Jake and Lady led the way to the little dining area in the corner of the bowling alley, Marceline vaguely remembered that the bowling alley back at home also had the same burger place. Jake started pushing two of the tables together, and looked to Finn for help. His brother, however, was too busy following after Phoebe toward the woman behind the counter.
"Abadeer, why don't you help my boyfriend while I talk to Bonnie for a second?" Lady offered, gently pushing the much taller girl towards Jake. "You two barely talk, anyway." Right, yeah. Sure… because my social interaction skills are that of a walnut. Also, your boyfriend looks like he could kill me and I'm kind of secretly scared of him?
Marceline's brain short circuited. "I-Wha-," Jake looked exasperatedly up at her. "You need more muscle there?"
"Could do with it, yeah." Jake replied, nodding to the other table. "Start pushing that one and we'll meet in the middle."
Marceline obeyed and pushed her table forwards with force, frowning when it didn't budge. From in front of her, Jake began to chuckle. "Shut up, I'm lanky, not buff."
"Yeah, yeah," Jake rolled his eyes. "I'll take you to the gym one day, Abadeer, then you'll be able to push a table." A gym? Is Jake for real? I'd die.
Marceline forced out an awkward laugh. "Right, I'm eager for that day to arrive." She muttered sarcastically, glancing over at Bonnibel and Lady. "Are you two talking about me?"
"Of course," Lady called from over her shoulder. "You're always the topic of conversation with Bonnibel around." Bonnie swatted Lady's upper arm and sent her a glare.
Marceline surged forwards once more and was surprised when the table lurched a few inches, slamming into Jake's. I was so much help, go Marceline.
"I'm glad you moved that table two centimetres to the left, Abadeer, it really helped me with the table I got from the other side of the seating area." Jake laughed.
"Are you sassing me?" Marceline grouched, crossing her arms over her chest with a pout. Jake laughed some more and walked over to his brother and Phoebe.
Marceline joined them with a sigh.
It looked like it was going to rain. Or snow. Marceline couldn't tell at this point; everything seemed a little too grey yet a little too crisp. She inhaled sharply.
Finn had insisted that they play a few rounds at the arcade, something that Marceline's growing headache wouldn't have liked. So, she opted to stand outside to 'clear her head' for ten minutes. It seemed to be working.
The pinging of her phone broke the silence.
Bonnie (4:28): If you want to head home then Phoebe's dad is picking her up at quarter to which means Lady can go home with the boys and we can leave now.
Bonnie (4:28): I have ice cream in the fridge at home & we can always order pizza if we get hungry later on.
She's actually willing to ditch her friends for me? What did I ever do to deserve her?
Marceline (4:29): sure.
Marceline (4:30): I'll be in the car, hurry up tho because it might snow or something and I wanna watch a movie when we get home.
With that, Marceline slid her phone back into her pocket and swiftly made for her car. She was lucky her father liked Bonnibel so much to let her stay over as much as she did; without his permission Marceline was pretty sure she would've been sneaking out every night just to go watch a movie and fall asleep next to Bonnibel on the beanbag chairs.
She threw herself down in the drivers seat and placed her hands on the steering wheel, staring blankly ahead. He thinks she's a saint. Pfft, if only he knew that she liked kissing girls. He'd blow his top. Throw a fit because 'oh, Marceline, how could someone so perfect be so flawed?' and then he'd start going back to church. Compared to her, I'd look like an angel.
No, my father's smart, he'd connect the dots and realise we're dating. Throw me in my room and lock the door, tell me I had been tempted by sin… whatever that means.
Marceline's forehead hit the steering wheel as she let out a sigh. "I swear to god if he decides to move again," What would I even do? I'm head over heels for her, I can't just leave all this behind. Fuck. Her phone came back out again. "Siri, how much do apartments cost in Oakdale?"
"I found fifteen results, please tap the one you are looking for."
The cheapest was around £255 per month, which was £100 under what she got from working a full week at the store. All she'd have to do was save up £355 for the deposit and she could potentially move in. Well, whenever her father decided to up and leave Oakdale.
The passenger seat door opened and Bonnibel slid in quietly, closing the door behind her as she gave Marceline's cheek a quick peck. She glanced down at the phone in her hands, too.
"House hunting?" She asked gently.
Marceline shifted in her seat, looked up at Bonnibel so that she could give her a proper kiss. "Just… thinking of when my dad decides to move again. I don't wanna- I'm not good at leaving people behind and you're literally everything to me. I don't think I'd be able to leave you, Bon."
Bonnibel sighed softly, looking back at Marceline's phone with a smile. "If I'm being honest, I don't want you to leave either, but I doubt your dad would just sit there and let you buy an apartment by yourself." Okay, yeah, understandable.
"I'll get a flatmate, then."
"What about me?" Bonnibel chanced. Oh. "I know we've only been dating for like barely a month, and that living together can change a relationship sometimes, but I'm looking to move out next year and your dad will be less suspicious."
Marceline leaned forward with a grin to kiss her deeply this time, brain barely registering the sound that came from the back of Bonnie's throat. I would like to make her do that again at some point in the near future, please and thank you.
"Bonnibel Butler you're a genius," She breathed as soon as she broke away, grinning at the little smile on her girlfriend's face.
"I've been told," Bonnie mumbled in reply to the compliment, fumbling around for her seatbelt. "Let's go back to my place, it's cold in your car."
"Hm, okay," Marceline hummed and nodded. "I don't pass up on pizza."
Before Marceline could pull out of the parking space, Bonnibel's hand came up to her cheek and turned her head so that she was facing her. "Also, you put the word home in your text."
Marceline's mouth went dry. "Uh, yeah, I guess I did? I'm an idiot. Don't listen to me."
Her girlfriend rolled her eyes and kissed her nose. "I don't mind, dork. If you feel more at home at my house then that's fine-,"
"It's not… it's not your house. I feel more at home when I'm around you, Bon." Bonnibel's ears tinted red and Marceline realised that maybe she should have let Bonnibel continue.
She drove out of the parking lot, using her focus on the road an excuse to stay silent for the rest of the journey back Home.
"You cheated." Marceline seethed, glaring daggers at Bonnibel who was sat at the other end of the bed. Her friend just giggled and brought her pillow round to meet the side of Marceline's head.
"It's not cheating if you don't make it a rule, Abadeer," She teased. "And anyway, you're the one who started this. I think you're just jealous because I'm winning something that you-,"
Marceline threw her pillow directly at Bonnibel's face, grinning when she saw the perfect attack opportunity. She grappled Bonnibel's waist and they both toppled onto the beanbag chairs next to the Bonnibel's bed.
"That's cheating." Bonnibel huffed from beneath her, bringing the pillow across Marceline's face once more.
Marceline cackled and arched a perfect brow. "You didn't make a rule."
Their position must've dawned on them both, then, because Bonnibel's face went a deep red and Marceline shifted in her place where she was straddling Bonnibel's waist and she let out a choked gasp because fuck she's adorable and also really fucking attractive when underneath me? But wait where did that come from?
Marceline opened her mouth to say something, but then Bonnibel's hands were on her hips again and she was being tickled once more.
"B-Bonnie!" She gasped in response, laughing as she fell to the side and off the beanbags. "S-Stop, oh my- Bonnie," When Marceline opened her eyes, their positions had been switched and suddenly she was the one blushing wildly.
Bonnibel leaned down, a cute little smile on her face. "Good girls don't cheat,"
Holy shit what the fuck does that mean? "Wha-?" Marceline tried to squeak out a sentence before Bonnibel kissed her but she was far too slow.
Marceline's hands settled on Bonnibel's lower back, trying so desperately hard to keep whatever that noise was in the back of her throat. Well aware that she was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, Marceline's grip on Bonnibel's shirt tightened on instinct.
Her girlfriend kept a steady pace, her tongue doing that thing that she had learned Marceline liked, and hands settling firmly on her collar. Marceline was acutely aware of the fact that her girlfriend's legs were on either side of her waist, denim clad and shaking and keeping Marceline underneath her. Not that she'd rather be anywhere else; Marceline rather liked the feeling of Bonnibel's mouth trailing burning hot kisses down from her mouth to her jaw.
It was only when Bonnibel's hands trailed down to the hem of her shirt, exploring the expanse of her stomach, that Marceline's breath hitched. "Bon?" Bonnie shifted ever so slightly, pushed herself up so that she was sat on Marceline's stomach and smiled through swollen lips.
"Too fast?" She asked carefully, glancing at the state of Marceline's shirt, now ridden up and creased. "I swear I wasn't going to… I wouldn't just-, not on my floor."
Marceline shot her a crooked smile. "It's cool, I just wasn't sure if you, uh-,"
Both of their heads shot round to look as the door opened to the left of them, Catherine's head peering round to stare wide eyed at her daughter. "Oh, sorry for intruding. I was going to ask if Marceline would like to stay for dinner?"
Bonnibel remained strangely calm considering their situation. "We were going to order pizza," She replied coolly, as if she wasn't on top of Marceline. "Is that cool with you and dad?"
"Of course, honey, we're having pasta if you change your mind." Catherine turned to leave before she span back on her heel and shoved her head back through the door. "Uh, don't- keep the door open. For now."
Bonnibel threw her head back and groaned, finally slipping off of Marceline's torso to step out of her room with her mother, throwing a smile back to her before she closed the door. Marceline sighed. That could've been way more awkward, to be fair.
The door opened again not five minutes later, and remained opened as Bonnibel collapsed onto the beanbag chairs still beside the bed. "She doesn't trust us," She mumbled into the fabric. "I've told her not to tell your dad, but I don't think I'll be able to go to your place alone any time soon." Marceline remained staring blankly at the ceiling, the cold dampness on her jaw causing her to shiver. "Marcy?"
"Hm?"
"Can I use your phone to order the pizza? Mine just died." Bonnibel sighed, throwing her phone down onto the floor.
Marceline grabbed her own phone from her pocket, handing it to Bonnie with a slanted grin. "The password is red."
"That's scarily easy, Marcy, don't you have any better passwords?" At Marceline's eyeroll, Bonnibel glared softly and rang the pizza place.
"Hello, yeah, do you do pizza's that don't have tomato bases? Yes? Okay, thank you, my girlfriend is allergic and I don't want her to die." Marceline's face and heart softened; Bonnibel had remembered her allergies. "Pepperoni and… what do you want, honey?"
"Pepperoni's good for me, we can share." Marceline shrugged. "Make it large, cold pizza is the best pizza."
"Okay, a large pepperoni pizza and potato wedges. How much would that be?" Bonnibel bit her lip adorably as she sat up on the beanbag, reaching onto her bedside table for her school notebook and pen so that she could write down the price. "Okay, thank you."
Marceline glanced at the piece of paper now in Bonnibel's hand. "Do you have any strawberry milk?" At Bonnibel's confused glance, Marceline assumed that she didn't. "I'm going to go buy myself some strawberry milk from the store," She huffed, finally getting up from the floor. "I'll be like ten minutes?"
"The pizza guy was cute," Marceline mused as she brought the food into Bonnibel's room. Her girlfriend levelled a glare at her. "What? He was. I totally have a thing for people who bring me food, damn."
"Of course," Bonnibel muttered, rolling her eyes. "Thanks for getting the food while I got changed."
She took a glance at Bonnibel's pyjamas as she passed her the pizza box, taking in the shorts and the baggy shirt that looked damn cute on her. "It's cool," Marceline muttered for the second time that evening. "You look adorable."
"You're biased." Bonnibel reminded her. "And I think you just like looking at my legs, Abadeer."
Marceline scoffed, opening the second box of wedges and popping one in her mouth. "Shut up and put a movie on, loser." Even though you're damn right.
"What do you want on?" Bonnibel asked, grabbing her laptop from somewhere on the other side of the bed. "I was watching the Jurassic Park movies last night, so that'll be easier to put on than the TV."
"Makes sense, go ahead." Marceline smiled fondly at Bonnibel's desktop wallpaper, the picture of them on her dads couch on her birthday, sleeping soundly. Gotta pester Lady about getting that, need a better lockscreen on my phone.
They watched two of the movies in relative silence, occasionally mumbling to one another and Bonnibel pointing out the mistakes like 'you can see that they're puppets in this scene' or 'there's a mic in the corner of the screen here'.
They could only really manage two movies, though, because by the time the credits started rolling for the second one Bonnibel was already yawning and had her head tucked comfortably in the crook of Marceline's neck.
"C'mon, nerd, let's sleep." Marceline shifted the boxes from the bed, quickly rushing downstairs to put the few slices in the fridge for morning before she came back to a very sleepy Bonnibel trying to strip off her shirt.
"Still… wearing my bra," The pinkette mumbled gently, cheeks flushing with colour as Marceline stepped closer with a smile. "It's uncomfy."
"Here, I'll-," She shuffled forwards toward the bed, hand reaching out behind Bonnibel's back. With expertise she unhooked Bonnie's bra without looking, and she even got to smirk smugly when she saw the shocked expression on her girlfriend's face.
"How'd you do that?"
Marceline shrugged a shoulder, looking away out of respect as Bonnibel took the bra off and threw it down the end of her bed with the rest of her clothes. "Marshall and I used to sleep at each others houses a lot, I didn't have a bathroom to get changed in at the time and I just got good at it I guess?"
Bonnibel smiled. "I'm tired."
"I know, Bonnie, go to sleep, I'm gonna get changed."
Marceline was vaguely aware of Bonnibel's eyes on her the entire time she shuffled off her jeans and unhooked her own bra, but when she turned back to get under the duvet, her girlfriend was already fast asleep.
I love you, Butler.