Marceline X Bubblegum Novels & Stories

My breath caught before I could stop it. I didn’t bend to pick them up. I didn’t ask. I didn’t look at him. I simply sat down slowly, willing my face to remain calm. Marcel noticed the shift in me instantly. “You okay?” he asked quietly. I forced a small smile. “Just tired.” I said, as he handed me the cup. “If you’re not better by morning, I will call for the healers, yeah?” He asked, and I nodded as I turned my attention fully to him, not wanting him to know that I’ve seen the panties.

Hunter walks in, sees the chaos then immediately turns and calls down the corridor for the Doc. Marcel is powerless to do anything other than sit and watch from the odd looking chair he is perched in. It is taller than any other chair I have seen, and I notice the tube carrying blood from him to Liberty. Gravity, I get it. It takes four attempts for Marcel’s voice to get everyone’s attention, and when it does, he puts us all in our place with stern words about acting like a pack of animals. He probably could have chosen a less controversial phrase, but that is not Marcel. “Lottie, did Rosaline teach you any energy magic?” Marcel asks a stunned and silent Lottie. She shakes her head and steps

I bit my lip to contain the smile that was breaking free. “Okay, enough, enough.” Marcel waved his hands between us and pretended to throw up, “Save the flirting for the bedroom, we’re on the clock here.” Marcel cocked an eyebrow at us, but all we did was laugh at his expense and continue walking in the direction of the pack house. “To answer your question, Marcel. I’m not a ghost.” Jasper smirked. “Ha. Ha.” Marcel smiled sardonically, “You’re so funny.” Neither of them would admit it, but Jasper and Marcel had a bromance going on.

--- The Bathroom The door clicked shut behind her. Marceline stood still, staring at the spotless tiles, the folded towels, and the scent of lavender soap. Everything looked the same. But everything had changed. She locked the door. And collapsed. Her knees hit the cold tile with a muted thud, hands gripping the edge of the sink as if it could anchor her. Her reflection stared back at her—eyes red and puffy, lips pale, her face a stranger’s. “You’re disgusting. Just like your mother.”

He was already tired of cleaning the lab because his brothers-in-law often stomped their feet on purpose, causing dust to fall underneath. “I want to end it,” Marcel muttered as he stepped closer to one of the glass cabinets that contained many abandoned test tubes. In Marcel’s mind, all the liquids in those tubes were at least expired and could take the life of anyone who drank them. Without thinking, Marcel opened the glass cabinet and took out a small, long tube containing an electric blue liquid. “To my parents,” Marcel said as his final greeting. “Wherever they are.” In one fell swoop, Marcel downed the liquid as he closed his eyes.

“I don’t have twenty. I was hoping you would say ten or five.” “That’s nothing. No one would bet five dollars.” “I would.” “Okay, tell me a valuable thing you can get for five dollars.” “A lot. You can get a king size Snicker’s bar for that.” “You would spend five dollars on that? You are slow. If you’re going to get a king size candy, get Hersheys.” Suddenly, we’re arguing about candy and five dollars. It's like watching toddlers fighting over their favorite toy. As they keep arguing, I spot Marcelo doing dumbbell curls. I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo.

The long-awaited second victory against Pissy Pearce had arrived! Then, suddenly, the air stirred. Class 3-F fell silent. Marceline began to stride forward. "No fucking way. No fucking way you're going up there, Marcy!" "W-What are you doing, Marceline?" Jaybee tugged on the edge of her shirt before she slapped his hand away. "Sorry to disappoint but get out of my way!" she announced as she continued walking toward the stage. Her gait, different from most girls, was forceful, uncontrolled, and indifferent to whoever or whatever she might bump into. It was the gait of a delinquent boss.

“My commitment to you is unwavering. I'm here, as I promised, and will remain by your side until my journey ends with the moon goddess.” “I'm curious about our appearance.” "Go take a look at the river," said Marceline. Reaching the river, I was astonished by my reflection—a magnificent golden wolf, sizable and with stunning ruby-red sapphire eyes. With Marceline's chuckling in my head, I turned to see Castro's shell-shocked reaction to how we looked. “Marceline, are you aware of what we must do?” “I'll stand by you, no matter what you decide.” "Thank you, Marceline. I'm wondering if we can establish a mental connection without being mark."

May ngiti sa mukha ni Gieselle habang nilalagay ang bulaklak sa puntod at sinisindihan ni Martin ang dala nilang kandila. "Naalala ko ang kwento ni Lola Carmen tungkol sa'yo noong bata ka pa. Medyo may pagkamaton daw ang galaw mo at madalas ang mga kabarkada ay lalaki kaya natakot siyang baka maging tibo ka. Pinipilit ka niyang pasuotin ng bestida upang matanim sa isip mo na babae ka at balang araw ay magdadalaga. Pero kahit dalagita ka na'y sobrang bubbly mo pa ring kumilos. Hyper na hyper kaya lagi niyang ipinagdadasal na sana’y magbago ka. Na sana maging mahinhin ka na binibini at marunong gumalaw ng pino. Kaya lihim siyang nagpasalamat nang pumasok ka sa pagiging modelo dahil naging dala

And Marceline doesn’t waste bullets on trash. She decided to throw him away. Liam… I think he realized it. The way Marceline looked at him changed. No more polite smiles, no offers of cash. She stopped even pretending he mattered. And the pathetic fool, he noticed. One day he came to the house when I was around. He was sweaty, twitchy. His eyes were bloodshot and darting around like he expected someone to hit him. He stood in front of Marceline like a begging dog, hands trembling, saying he’d do anything. Everything.