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"Slumber Party" || Fionna x Reader || request

What if her ass did not go into the portal that night basically|| requested by V0IDK0R3

Life in Nowhere was bleak, mostly, with the exception of the few bright and colorful moments spent with bright and colorful characters. Whether it was with coworkers, or just a friend,those special people made an otherwise bland life seem full of color. [Reader] had always felt like their life was missing just a tiny spark, something to liven it up a little bit. However, there had always been one person that made everything feel like it clicked: Fionna Campbell, a strong woman with an unfortunate tendency to get fired from her dead-end jobs. Besides now, of course; she'd been holding the same position for three months—a rare feat for her—at Queenie's Bus Tours, guiding visitors throughout the bland little city.
      Enough about Fionna though; this isn't her story. This is the story of [First name] [Last name], a semi-independent 30 something-year-old. Their uniform for work sat on the nightstand, where they had set it out the night before. The day was the same as any other, as they woke up to the rough and brash blare of the alarm clock that sat on their nightstand. They rubbed their eyes, looking around their small apartment. Illuminated by the sunlight that streamed in through the window were a couple of plants sitting next to a pile of mail on the counter. The cool air was frigid against their skin as they attempted to get out of their bed, giving their body a harsh shiver.

   "Fuck.." Came their voice after a moment, a small groan escaping their lips as they stretched. Part of them, deep down hated this crummy little apartment, with this job working them to the bone, for what? More comfortable living conditions that wouldn't come. Whatever it was, life in such a mundane little city wasn't getting any better, yet another fact that didn't help is that it wasn't getting any worse, either.

A small chime came from their flip phone- a [color] device just big enough to take up their palm when closed- It was a message from Fionna, stating that she might be late to their predetermined hang out, because her cat was sick. Wonderful.
They quickly shot a text back, I mean, as fast as you can on a flip phone... 'Alright, Fi. I hope Cake gets better. See u 2nite'. How tasteless, the fact that their night of watching Cheers together and groaning at all of the corny jokes would have to be postponed by even a small amount of time.
A small smiling emoticon would be their only response, how uncanny that something so simple could make them giggle like this. Strange, how Fionna could say just about anything and it always had [Reader] going mentally wild. Truly peculiar, how anything she did seemed to have them reeling.
Corny. That's fucking corny, but it's lightly true. LIGHTLY, not all the way, maybe. Maybe it's true. So what if it is, is it truly such a crime? Perhaps, that's the greatest achievement of all, being corny and somewhat obsessed.
Right? What's the fun in even crushing if you can't think the most corny, down-bad things about someone!!! [Reader] walked to the bathroom, being able to taste your own breath is never a fun experience, but it's something [Reader] found themselves able to do most mornings. Their [color] toothbrush sat in a cup on the counter in the bathroom, visible as soon as they flicked on the light switch, filling the room with a stark, flickering light caused by a bulb needing to be replaced.
They put the light green toothpaste on their toothbrush, mentally commenting on the fact they needed to buy more, the tube thin in their hand. It was silly, the way they felt about small things, compared to their opinions on things most people would view as life ending.
         Their flip phone buzzed on the counter in the other room, making them jump out of shock, not expecting to hear it. [Reader] quickly rushed over to check the text, seeing it was from Fionna again, it read 'Hey, after I take Cake 2 the vet, r we still on 4 movie night?' [Reader] shot a quick text back, a simple 'Yes', not wanting to seem to clingy.
      The day dragged on as they waited for the designated time whoever Fionna would come over, the sun dimly filtering through their blinds as the clock dragged on, the day slowly turning to evening.
        A well awaited knock came from the door, sloppy sounding. They rushed to open it, a clearly intoxicated Fionna standing on the other end.
    "You look like shit." Came their brief joke, trying to lighten the already very sodden mood.
     "Cake ran away" Was the only response [Reader] got, a feeling of worry running through them.
      "Oh golly, I'm so sorry, Fionna. We'll find her. I'll help."
       "Will you?"
      "Yeah." Her arms wrapped around [Reader] at this, softly mumbling a 'thank you.'
      [Reader] gave an awkward laugh, clearly not sure how to react in a moment of affection like this, affection they clearly couldn't accept. It would be morally wrong for them to accept. They quickly escaped from Fionna's grasp,  giving a small sigh.
     "Forget about the movie, you need to sleep. We'll look in the morning."