A/N: Hi, hello. Just a reminder that everything on this account/this set of oneshots is unfinished. You can make up your own endings to most of them, or even send me prompts to write. (More than one hopefully; I like being busy.)
On with the show!
"Ash broke up with me," Marceline whispered so it was almost inaudible. "Well, he cheated on me so, I broke up with him." She cracked a watery smile and managed to rasp out a laugh. Bonnibel yanked her forwards by the collar of her flannel shirt and wrapped her up in a warm embrace. "Please don't tell me you told me so, because that's all I've been thinking of the past hour and god I'm such an idiot."
"You're not an idiot, he's just a massive prick who deserve to have his nose broke." She mumbled into her neck. "I swear to god if he ever, ever comes near me or bothers you I'm going to."
"And for once I won't hold you back." They parted and Bonnibel brushed away a few stray tears from her friends cheeks.
"Who'd he cheat on you with?"
"Madja."
"Bitch," Bonnibel growled, reaching up to smooth out Marceline's shirt. "What an absolute dick."
"Hey, whoa whoa whoa. Did my princess just swear?"
"Yes she did." Glancing up at her friend then, Bonnibel smiled. "Your princess?"
"Well, yeah." Marceline said with that gorgeous half grin, leaning back on the heels of her feet. "I've always thought of you as mine." And Marceline must have realised how that sounded because her eyes, still wet with unreleased tears, widened considerably and she almost fell back against the door. "I mean, I'm the only one who calls you princess, so it's understandable that I, the person who came up with the nickname in the first place, would call you my princess. Because you are." She added at the end, biting her lip as she tried to make sense of what she said in her head.
"I'm yours now?" Bonnibel teased, prodding her friend in the collar. Marceline's cheeks reddened in colour.
"I didn't mean it like that- I just- I called you..." She took a very deep breath then and let it all out with closed eyes.
"I'd like some proof that I'm yours."
"U-Uh, what?"
"You heard. Give me proof." And Marceline must have thought of something dirty then because the colour in her face darkened and she buried her head into the crook of Bonnibel's neck.
"No," She whined. "You're not- I'm not giving you a hickey."
"A what?" Bonnie huffed, pushing the older girl away from her. Honestly, she didn't care what happened; she just wanted Marceline to feel better.
"A hickey, you've never had one before?"
"No? Can't say I have, sorry. Give me one of these hickey things and I'll get you ice cream." Marceline frowned and glanced at Bonnibel's neck.
"Can I leave one on your neck?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Bonnie did not know what she expected, but Marceline's mouth latching against the side of her throat was definitely not something that came to mind. (though it would be a lie to say she was displeased with this whole thing).