The 'To-Do' List

Aesthetics

A/N - WE WRITING DIS IN CLAZZ. CUZ WE PERVERETS AND WE STEELIN. WE TAKE ALL THE WIFI. BANWIF B MINE

Seriously though. This fic wasn't supposed to be anything but smut/lemon collections. Dusk and I have decided to turn this into an actual story. Please let us know if there are any grammatical errors. I, Deathyy, have not the slightest clue about that shit-- pardon my french-- so I don't want Dusk to have so much pressure editing.

Feel free to inquire! Dusk and I will do our oh so very best answering what we can. Now enough with this.. Let the fic BEGIN!! -- Deathyy or Leah(<-- My middle name)

Disclaimer: Some of the original format did not not carry over from Google Docs, so there might not be italics or bolds when needed.
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Marceline woke up literally an hour before Bonnibel, and yet here she was, taking ages get dressed.

"Hurry up, Marcy!" Bonnibel called from across the room, she was seated on the chair set up in front of a vanity pressed against the wall on the long side of the room.

Marceline struggled to put on a tight pair of black pants.

"Uuuugh, I don't wanna go!" The pale girl groaned in protest, rolling around on the queen-sized bed.

Bonnibel could see the girl making a fool of herself on top of the bed, and it made her anxious every time Marceline almost went over the edge, so much that due to an accidental flick of the wrist, the lipstick she had been applying had a fault.

Bonnibel let out an exaggerated sigh, brought up a towelette out of a bag-like container specifically designed for removing makeup, wiped away the blemish and proceeded.

Bonnibel tried her best not to pay attention to the fool perpetually rolling on the bed and struggling to get her other leg through the pants, but her attention was called when she heard a large thud!

"..Ow.."

Bonnibel retracted the red lipstick's end and placed it's top back on, proceeding to turn her head in the direction of the pale girl.

"Are you trying to get hurt so that we can't go to college?" Bonnibel asked, attempting to come off as sincere, though her love for the fool betrayed her facade and a slight smirk crept onto her face.

"I don't wanna go," Marcy mumbled, her other leg finally wedged into the pants, though the front would be unbuttoned; Marcy gripped an oversized band shirt hanging off the edge of the bed and lazily pulled it down onto her, covering her previously exposed bra-clad chest.

Bonnibel stood up from the wooden chair, causing the floor to squeak in protest as it was pushed back.

Bonnie had continued her trend of dressing professionally, donning a peach-colored summer dress to match her dyed hair, as well as peach colored flats.

Bonnie started in the direction of the girl squirming on the floor, she put a hand to her chin and smiled down at the foolish lass.

"Say, I'll help you get dressed-"

Marceline grumbled in response, "Nooo, I can do it myself... I'm an independent  young woman who don't need no man."

"Course, 'cause you're gay," Bonnie chuckled in response.

"So are you!" Marcy protested, snapping into a sitting position, her black-nailed hands gripping the oversized band shirt tightly.

"Pleeease? If you let me dress you in professional clothing I'd love you forever!" Bonnie pleaded, her own hands, the nails colored pink, clasped together as if in prayer.

Marceline sighed and stood up, now seated on the edge of the bed, her hair was an absolute mess; which was a given due to the fact she had been rolling around on the bed while Bonnie had been fancying up.

"Ookay, just give me a minute," Bonnie stated, holding up her right index finger to indicate Marceline must remain seated.

Bonnie skipped over in the direction of her color-coded closet, she continued to rumnage around within it before retrieving a presentable set of clothing.

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"This is exactly why I don't dont primp in the morning!" Marceline whined, Bonnie had demanded that she sit down to allow her hair to be brushed; it wasn't much, really, just enough so that her hair could be pulled up into a proper ponytail.

The outfit Bonnie had brought out for Marceline was nothing short of presentable, she allowed for the girl to remain in her black skinny jeans, but discarded the band shirt to exchange for a white blouse, a solid black necktie, and the aforementioned skinny jeans were tucked into black combat boots.

"Trust me, you're gonna be hot and it'll all he worth the wait," Bonnie responded as she passed a brush through Marceline's unruly hair, a scrunchie strapped around her right hand as she did so.

"Only for you, babe," Marceline chuckled as Bubblegum proceeded to apply the scrunchie, and then reached out to the boxed makeup kit.

"Ewww, pah-lease no makeup," Marcy shrieked, covering her face with both black nailed hands.

"Marcy, you love me?"

"Yeeeeah?"

"Then let me put makeup on you," Bonnie chuckled, lowering the girls hands by the wrists.

"Fine, but nothing too too much, mkay?"

"Mhmm, just some winged eyeliner and lipstick."

"Black?"

"Red."

"Uuuuuugh!"

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Marceline blinked, putting a hand on Bonnibel's cheek, the other girl's chin digging into her left shoulder.

"Wow," Marceline scoffed, then proceeded to smirk, "I'm pretty hot."

"I could've told you that," Bonnibel giggled and placed a kiss on Marcy's neck; walking away as Marceline continued to marvel at her reflection.

It wasn't much, really, Bonnibel's extensive cosmetic knowledge allowed for her to apply winged eyeliner with ease, opting out on doing anything else as to not bring Marcy out of her comfort zone.

"You might wanna hurry up, babe," Bonnibel began, beginning to load her bookbag up with necessary textbooks upon the bed. "You'll be driving the Jeep."

"Alrighty," Marcy responded and got up off the wooden vanity chair, snatched up the preloaded bookbag Bonnie had set out for her and pulled the car keys off the cork board hung up by their brownstone apartment's entrance.

Marceline unlocked the main entrance's door, twisting the knob and holding it open for Bonnibel, offering a curtsy.

"Why, thank you," Bonnibel smiled, having slung the backpack over her shoulders and started towards the door.

On her way out, Bonnibel felt of Marceline's hand slapping her behind, she spun around to see Marceline smirking and locking up the door.

Bonnie's only response was to blush.

A/N - Definitely not as juicy as the previous chapter. So 'm sorry if you hella expected some steamy steam. Dusk and I  decided this wouldn't be more smut and although I didn't write this chapter this was all Dusk.  Smut is my calling card. If there is smut I, Death, was likely there.  All thanks go to Dusk for this chapter and most of everything else provided on this account. Hope you enjoy! Review if thine wish to do so. I'll answer all questions possible without spoilers. Love yourself because Dusk and I love you! <3