Hiya guise! New chapter is new! (Don't you like how I always state the obvious?)

Anyways, guess who won't be writing that much for the next two months? Yep, unfortunately this girl! :(

I've got to do research papers! :X

So I'll try to write as much as I can when I have free time, but until then, I'll have these little one shots that I have on my profile that I'll be doing. I'll try to make it a weekly thing, but I just have to see how it works. So until then, this will just have to work!

DISCLAIMER: WHO SAW THE LAST ADVENTURE TIME EPISODE? WAS IT FLIPPING AWESOME OR WHAT? I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE AGAIN WITH IT!... But I'm not a creator though...so therefore, how could I possibly have made Adventure Time? EXACTLY!


Marshall grumbled as he awoke from his less eventful sleep. He turned towards his infuriating alarm clock and discovered that today its loud ringing was not the cause of his annoyance. He looked on each of side of his bed and wondered what caused him to awake so early. To check how early he awoke, he looked towards his alarm clock once again and read the red numbers, 6:43. If memory served him right, today was Saturday, therefore he usually got up around 11 due to his excessive partying the previous night. Not really feeling hung over, he tried to remember last night events to which he giggled chuckled (come on, giggling was something men like himself did not do) as he recalled what happened.

"Be amazed as you follow me into the….bat cave." Marshall said dramatically as he quickly opened the door in timing with his sentence. The door flew open as he said "bat cave" to which he just stood tall and rigid, perversely grinning at Marceline. Marceline rolled her eyes and walked in unamused with his display.

"Why you gotta be such a buzz kill?" Marshall Lee whined, his ego slowly deflating.

"Why do have to be such an arse? I came in to get clothes, not to boost your ego." Marceline deadpanned as she checked his room out to make sure nothing inappropriate was out.

Marshall noticed this and said, "If you think I'd leave a porno out or something then give me a bit more credit. Plus, it's not like I use those anyways. I can get it bruh, I mean seriously, I'm Marshall Lee."

Marceline sighed and ignored his proclamation of his name. He grinned towards her and continued to look for something of his that she could wear.

"Is that what I think it is?" Marceline asked as she snooped through his other drawers.

"What?" Marshall asked nonchalantly, not glancing up from his search.

"OH MY GLOB IT IS! You have a bass!" Marceline fangirled.

"Yeah, I use that to impress the ladies by writing them songs and such. No big deal. You know how a player roll." He commented offhand hoping she wouldn't notice her lie, in which she did.

"You know, I haven't even known you that long, but I can still tell when you're lying because you're so flipping horrible at it. I bet you're just one of those real mushy boys on the inside who lays down crying and keeps a diary so they can write down their feelings." She teased.

"I'd only agree to all of that if you said that it turns you on." He winked to wish she sneered at him.

"You win some, you lose some." He thought.

After handing her some clothing and showing her where the bathroom and where she'd be sleeping at, she stomped away and mumbled night.

Marshall got up, walked around, and dwelled in everything that occurred last night. It wasn't every day you got to meet a beautiful lady, let alone a beautiful lady who would willingly move in with you the same night. He wondered if their friendship was moving a bit too fast.

"Glob it's like one of those Shakespeare plays…what was it again? Ahhh, the Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, such young ass wipes. They met one day, married the next, and somewhere in the couple of days that were mentioned died. Eh, I wouldn't mind being with Marceline… Okay, maybe I will. She can't handle all this… Or maybe she can. She did deflate my ego last night... and got me jumped… and Tree Trunks approved of her. Heh, last night was actually like a date. Sit down, spend time with each other, and get to know each other. Psh, last night WAS a date. OH MY GLOB MARSHALL LEE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

YOU'RE DWELLING ON THIS TOO MUCH! Y-y-y-you're acting like a girl! Stop acting like a girl! You do not bleed from your privates so stop acting like it! I. AM. A. MAN. A MANLY, MANLY MAN!" he reassured himself as he looked at himself in the mirror, only sporting a pair of boxers. He cupped himself and put up a peace sign, acting like the gangster he thought he was. He was surprised to hear a snickering at his door. He feared the worse, so he slowly turned around to face Marceline.

"What in glob's name are you doing?" She laughed as he was still holding his package.

"Wouldn't you want to know?" he questioned back, not letting his embarrassment break through.

"Oh you know, being normal in the morning. Coming from the bathroom…" she replied nonchalantly waving her hand.

"That thing on your head is normal for you in the morning? If I didn't know better, you'd have twin chickens in your head. Heh, your tattoo is legit 'cause you look like the living dead." He unhanded himself and laughed.

"So ya trying to roast, huh?" Marceline boiled as she covered her head but then balled up her fist at her side.

"Be gone!" he yelled as he walked towards her closed his door with his foot.

"THAT WAS UNBELIEVABLY RUDE! YOU…YOU…YOU ASS!" she stomped away.

"OH GLOB, MARCY SAID A BAD WORD! I'M TELLING DADDDD!" Marshall mocked as he looked for his flannel pajama pants. He jerked them on and went through his pajama shirt drawer (also known as his crude humor shirt drawer) and looked for the perfect shirt to make Marceline uncomfortable. He threw aside his "I RATHER BE A SMART ASS THAN A DUMB SHIT" shirt and picked up his "LESBIAN TRAPPED IN A MAN'S BODY" shirt knowing that this was his shirt for the morning. He grinned as he thought about how he got all these shirts and how much his collection of crude wardrobe grew over the years. If only his mom knew, he would've been a dead man.

Ignoring thoughts of the banshee he called his mother, he slightly opened his door to peer through the hallways. After making sure Marceline was nowhere in sight, he stepped out and made his way to the bathroom to let out a leak (washing his hands was somewhere in there), brush his teeth, and fix his already perfect hair. After making sure the hallway and living room was clear, he went in there and went to the kitchen. He made himself a quick cup of coffee and grabbed the newspaper. Although the paper was in his face, he was rather busy thinking to himself and waiting for his companion to come in the kitchen.

He soon grew bored of waiting and decided what he would do for the day. It only took his mind off of things for a minute or two because he had already decided that today was an off day for him since he was so preoccupied for the past month of his new club opening. Sure, he'd call in and make sure everything was going fine, but other than that he had the rest of the day for himself.

He didn't have to wait as long as before because he could hear soft steps going through the hallway so he looked back down at his newspaper and got his cup of coffee in the other hand, going for the professional look. She walked in and raised her eyebrow at Marshall's appearance since not too long ago he was half naked holding onto himself. She grunted and climbed up the stairs that separated the living area and the kitchen.

As she entered, Marshall looked up from the newspaper and examined her in HIS shirt. Unexpectedly, a strong feeling of pride gathered in his chest as he saw Marceline in his shirt. To hide the blush that resulted from what he was thinking, he lifted the coffee mug up and drank the rest of his coffee.

"She's not wearing your shirt because of THAT you idiot! Stop thinking that way!" he thought to himself.

After a long night of arguing and such, he decided to just give her an old shirt of his that said in bold letters I GET MORE A$$ THAN A TOILET SEAT in which a small toilet was on the upper right corner. She, of course, refused to wear the shirt, but him being tired and uncaring last night said that she could go shirtless for all he cared, but that'll just encourage him to "cop a feel". In other words, she hurriedly got the shirt and the bit big sweat pants and left the room figuring that since Marshall was so sleep deprived, he didn't really have a conscious to stop him from saying stuff that you just didn't say out loud.

She proceeded to scratch her head and continued to walk to the kitchen island. She leaned down on the counter and said, "Roger, we've got a problem."

"R-r-roger that. R-r-oger that" Marshall sang as Marceline looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"You must be some die hard Nicki Minaj fan, but no! I'm serious!" Marceline said as she turned around and went through the cabinets looking for a mug.

"You've made yourself at home, haven't ya?"Marshall commented off hand as he took another drink from his coffee ignoring her precision upon his unhealthy fandom obsession of Nicki Minaj.

Marceline paused to what she was doing and looked at Marshall. She began to blush and, at what anyone could only guess, apologizing since she was stuttering so badly. In response to Marceline's reaction, Marshall began to chuckle at her, and then turned into a full blown out laughter as time passed. Marceline's apologetic stature soon began to change to what could only be described as rage and embarrassment. Her nostrils flared as her fist balled up causing her knuckles to turn a ghostly white.

"Y-y-you SQUIRREL RECTUM TICKLER!" Marceline yelled pointing an accusatory finger in Marshall's direction.

Marshall stopped his laughing and stared at Marceline slowly processing the insulting name she just called him. Unfortunately his shocked state was soon traded in for another full blown out laughter.

"Oh….Glob….Y-y-you suck….at….insults!" Marshall spat out in between his laughter and catching his breath.

"Shut up." Marceline mumbled, continuing her search for a cup. Like how flipping hard was it to find a clean, presentable mug that didn't have some vulgar remark or a picture that should've been censored? And he said his mom decorated?

"Speaking of squirrels, I see you fixed your hair?" he replied nonchalantly after his fit of laughter ceased.

"And I see you decided to stop touching yourself? Or maybe you were a bit itchy down there? You do know crabs are a glob of a STD." Marceline responded.

"Look at you being all funny."

"Anyways, as I was saying before, we've got a problem."

"What may that problem be?" Marshall asked, not really interested.

"I gotta go to Ash's." Marceline blurted out.

"WHAT?"


Marceline! Are you flipping crazy? LOL, but yep that's where this chapter ends. Did you like it?

I've got this awesome idea for another Marcelee story. I'm working on it. Oh, and I'm trying to work on another chapter for Marceline's Date. It Couldn't Get Worse was updated (kinda...even though it was more like a filler and it sucked) but yeahhh.

Right now, I'm going to start a bunch of oneshots of selfcest/anything else I think of (most of the time it'll be based on a song, word, rule, etc.).

That is under my stories. It's called Flipping One Shots. Right now it's only one one shot, but I'll most likely be able to write more of those rather than chapters when I'm not listening in school so go check it out!

Tumblr was down! Bleh! DX

Review Replies:

CoconutParty: I wonder what would happen too...heh, maybe we'll see later hint hint *winks*

Monochrome Masquerade: Don't worry. All is good, one day, you'll come up with an awesome idea. It'll hit you like a brick and I'll make sure that I write it!

:WHO ARE YOU? LET ME LOVEEEEEE YOUUUUUU AND THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT!

Raab van Zandt: Glad you like it and don't worry on the guy comment!

.Love: I felt this would be complicated but Marceline was standing in front of Marshall as he sat down. He grabbed her waist (since he was eye level to it) and set his head on it. I've got to keep remembering that I have to describe more, but thanks for pointing that out!

ledah13: You should just go on and write your own stories 'cause you have got the AWESOMEST ideas. Don't worry, when I'm hungry, everything I say centers around food to soo yeah!

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