Bubbline One-Shots (girlxgirl)

Galaxies

Finn sat on the grass next to Bubblegum. It was a dark night, the moon was out, everything would be perfect.

Would be.

Bubblegum was heartbroken. Everyone knew why, but no one dared to speak of it. No one dared to speak of the vampire queen. But finally, Finn got up the courage to ask.

"PB, what's it like being in love with the same person for three years?"

Bubblegum sighed. Finn thought she was going to send him off and avoid the subject, but then she spoke.

"what's your favorite season, Finn? think of that.
for me it's autumn.
I love the leaves falling, the smell in the air. it starts getting cold and the nights feel almost magical. you stay up late just like you would in summer, but this time it feels different. you still get that magical feeling but you know you have school tomorrow. you know you're gonna see everyone you hate and everyone you like and the feeling will be gone. but think of that one feeling. that one magic moment that everything just makes sense in your life. you forget about everything bad. you look at the stars and you feel like you belong.
I see those same stars in her eyes. I feel them in her personality. I know her inside and out. I know every star that burns in her soul and I know every time one goes out. I've seen new stars be created every time something that majorly impacts her happens. I've seen stars be snuffed out in an instant because of something someone said.
She has created a galaxy inside herself. her eyes are the suns, each blemish is a star. her personality is all the outer planets, the comets that break down those planets, and the black holes that suck out all the light.
over the years I've seen so many things be created in her. her love of painting turned into a firey red planet that she keeps in her hand. her love for reading is a light green foresty planet that lives in her hair. her negative emotions are black holes littering her insides, but the bright white stars of her happiest moments keep them back. I know every star, every planet, every sun. I know them by name and Colour and shape and size.
being in love is knowing how to snuff those stars out, but instead deciding to kindle the fire. instead of blowing it out, you cup it and gently blow on it until it's a roaring crackling wildfire inside her. and soon, you get your own planet. my planet in her is a small blue one by her heart. not easily noticeable, but she knows it's there. and it's there because of the love I have for her. it's there because of all the stars I've helped create, it's there because of all the black holes I've created and all the ones I've destroyed. my planet has craters and cracks and is bursting at the seams, but it's staying together.
that's what being in love with someone for three years is like. I may not be able to tell the stars in the fall sky apart, but I could close my eyes and point to anywhere on her and tell you what beautiful part of space lies there. and I am so in awe. I could stare at her universe for hours. she is my fall sky. she is my magic moment."

She turned to look at the boy, and saw him looking at her like she had just recited an entire novel.

And she had.

That was the only time she could speak of it. That was what was building up inside of her for three years. She could go on for hours, but this was what stuck with her.

Her lover was a galaxy. And yet she was only a small speck on the tiniest planet in Marceline's soul.

But that was good enough for her.

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