note1:I'm sorry I was absent for so long. I took a month off to work on my writing style, and then before I knew it, I was out for summer vacation, and then I had to take college classes(I'm still taking those classes), and I had work. I got busy and it killed me, because this is like my stress reliever! So sorry if it sounds like excuses, but reality takes a toll.

note2:Nostalgia set in when I went over some old fanfictions on my computer, made me want to go back to my old fandoms and write one story for each one. OTP's!

note3:I think I have two OTP's for Adventure Time now? I think I shop Princess Bubblegum and Marceline? My friend and I are co-writing a PBxMarcie fic? Don't know if she'll let me post it?

Homewrecker

People have different personalities, when around different people. Even if we're unaware of it we create these different personalities to please the people we surround ourselves with. Fearing being rejected and becoming an outcast from everyone. Our mind has a natural tendency to create these other personalities and eventually we lose what we're really like somewhere along the way. Some people find themselves through that one person, that reminds them they don't have to try to appease this person, they don't have to be perfect.

Perfection or Deception, one will breed love, one will breed hate.

Marshall couldn't believe his eyes, there before him stood Ashley, the only person he could say he truly hated. Hated is the correct word, words like disgust, hostility, repulsion, resentment, and spite fit the feelings he held for this female better than the word "Hate". He couldn't fathom why she was there, she had no ties to the Land of Ooo, she was a freelancer traveled everywhere, didn't stick to one spot, held no ties.

Marshall Lee could tell his grip on Fionna was hurting, and he was most definitely sure there would be bruises, but that didn't matter. He was more concerned on trying to figure out what game Ashley was playing. He knew she wasn't dangerous physically, but mentally, the things she knew about him, things she could utter any moment, THAT concerned him. He finally pieces together his relationship with Fionna, and the bitch comes into the picture, what a nice first date.

Fionna felt the tension and held her tongue, she knew she could kick Ashley's ass any day, but the tension kept her stationary. She felt clammy, something told her she shouldn't listen to whatever conversation could come up between the two. Marshall's grip only made things worst, it hurt. Her waist was feeling incredible pain, and she wished he would stop squeezing. She could only wince as the pain radiated from her hip, and through her body that sent signals up her nerves, telling her brain to jump away, punch him, anything to make it stop, but she sat there still and hushed.

"Don't tell me you're still stuck on whatever fucked up relationship we had. I'm over it, I dropped whatever feelings I had for your sick as the second I dumped you." Marshall Lee spat at Ashley, whom in return just stepped closer to the couple stopping at least 7 feet away.

"Is it because I fucking sold that toy? Get the fuck over it Marshall, grow your ass up." Ashley commented before turning to Fionna, "And look the kid finally grew some tits and lost a bit of that weight. What was it baby girl, didn't want to be a fat ass the rest of your life?" Ashley's words had bite, and stung Fionna, she was insecure and sensitive. Fionna the girl who could take down a troll, beat up the Ice Queen, or take a good pounding from some evil elves, was hurt by words that targeted her self esteem.

Ashley smirked as she saw Fionna's face fall, and the hurt expression cross her face. All girls had insecurities, and Fionna was not the exception.

"Ashley shut the fuck up, before I fucking shut your mouth for you." Marshall growled, all he wanted was to get Fionna out of the line of fire. If it involved sharing business that was settled. "You submissive bitch who likes knowing her place, even if it means being beat into that submission that you love some much, you're just a fucking masochist who loves being fucked, beat, and shown her place."

Marshall watched as Ashley's mouth dropped, a blush spreading across her face, as she looked away. She knew his secrets and he knew hers, and if it meant opening up a box he buried 6 feet under, he had too.

"Now shut you fucking mouth, before you regret it." Marshall Lee hissed, Fionna could only watch as the Marshall she knew, became chillingly intimidating. She kept her eyes on Ashley as she backed down. 'This isn't the Marshall I know.' Fionna thought as the hair on her arm raised, and chills ran down her spin. 'Marshall... can be very frightening.', her thoughts raged on as they pressed on watching Marshall Lee and his posture, his facial expression, every detail, was different, until everything softened.

Fionna turned back in Ashley's direction, and she wasn't there, at some point she must have ran off while she was examining the other Marshall, who was now embracing her.

"M-Marshall are you okay?" The words took some time to register and come out of Fionna's mouth as he held her. She felt his head nod yes, and he pulled away.

"Why are you asking me that? I should be asking you that Fionna." he tone contained worry, and Fionna just smiled and nodded, before a good answer registered. " Dude, I'm mathematical, nothing could ruin my evening after you did all of this!" Fionna waved her arms, gesturing to the picnic that was forgotten the moment Ashley arrived.

Marshall could only sigh and rest his forehead against Fionna's. She was such a silly girl, and it helped him bring all of his focus back on her, and stop trying to decrypt why Ashley had made an appearance.

"Come on kid, let's enjoy the rest of the time." Marshall said picking up a strawberry and popping it in his mouth, as Fionna started to babble about how strawberries could kill him and blah blah blah.

It's Times Where The Moment's You Spend Are Most Important, Rather Than The Days.

note4: I'll update soon, I can't give you an exact date... I made it short since I have class in the moring at 8:00 a.m. and just want to be in bed so I can get some sleep.

note5: I'm really sorry again for not updating, I don't want to be called those authors who just drop a story and never update, that's the worst.

note6: I'll probably be starting some new stories, so if your interested check those ones out.