Written after I say Five More Short Graybles, and taking place immediately after the Candy Kingdom burned down.

After all, PB had to sleep somewhere. And Finn is always happy to have her around...

Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time.

The day had been fun, but the day had not been long, and Finn, changing into his pajamas, thought about how weird it was that he was already happy to see his bed soon.

Jake Jr. was always fun to have around; she seemed to act like she was older than him (and technically true, in rainicorn aging ways, but Finn didn't think she had the experience for it to count, and anyway it rankled to have anyone condescending to him), but she was still a good niece, and it was fun to see her. And that, Finn thought as he walked to his bedroom, reminded him of Jake mentioning something, a while ago, about her getting involved in his life. Finn was vaguely aware of Jake having some rather shady dealing in the past, and wasn't sure he really wanted to know more. Still, if Jake Jr. wanted to be around in Jake's life, and take after him, Finn was happy.

Sometimes, he wondered what it would have been like for Jake to have stayed moved in with Lady, and though it had been really scary at the time, he thought it would have been more fun for Jake to stay with Lady full-time. To... move on, and keep with his family.

And Finn's stomach gave a little uneasy twist at that. He was getting older, and his thought kept drifting to that sort of thing.

Family. He gave a deep inhale, and thought that the tree house seemed too open sometimes. Not like it was big, but that there wasn't enough in there. He just really thought, sometimes, that there should be more people in there, like when him and Jake had their parties.

He missed home, all those people there all the time.

But now, he walked into his room, and Jake was there, both of them ready for bed, Jake Jr. long since bid goodnight, where she was crashing on the couch for the night. Finn yawned as he walked in, stretching a bit and feeling tired and trying to not think about being lonely in a tree house where his brother already lived. He said aloud, faking cheerfulness, "Welp, time to turn in!"

"Alrighty, man!" Jake walked after him, a cup of pre-sleep hot chocolate in his hand; he took a sip and sniffed the air. "Why does it smell like pure femininity seeping through testerone in here?"

"Guys!" Jake Jr. complained. "Keep it down, huh?"

"Sorry!" To Jake, Finn shrugged. "That smell... it's magic or something, I guess." He frowned and sniffed the air. "It does smell familiar though. And... really nice."

"That's what you always say, mang!" Jake said. "The, the 'magic or something' bit. Not the other thing. But you do that whenever you're around Marcy or Flame Princess or Princess Bubblegum, so there's that too."

"It's the only way like half the stuff in our lives makes sense!" Finn retorted.

"True," Jake said, sipping more hot chocolate.

Finn paused. "Huh," he said quietly, thinking about what Jake had said about his ladyfriends. He couldn't help that they smelled nice and made him relax... and he did smell a certain sugary niceness. It smelled really familiar... and a bit like burnt bits. Weird. Finn went to his bed… and paused, noticing that there was an unusual set of folds in it that looked like something quite large in there.

There was a certain suggestion to the shape of it that looked intimately familiar; a curvy largeness, a suggestion of a very tall frame and wide hips and general female bigness that Finn did his best not to dwell upon because he got embarrassed and had awkward physical reactions that made him more embarrassed even if half the time he thought the older girls were deliberately trying to signal something to him. It was a curviness that immediately put him in mind of pink and smartness and big hugs that were also kind of squishy; Marceline was usually super-skinny or even looking a little bit like a boy (even if sometimes she made herself mega-curvy for fun), and Flame Princess was just plain big all over, but mostly pear-shaped and a lot like Finn's own body type.

A puzzling situation. Finn tilted his head pulled the blankets off.

Blue eyes, dazzling in all that pink, blinked politely up at him. Finn gawked at the woman in his bed, as she sat up a bit. "Oh, 'sup, Finn?" said Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum, leaning slightly up in her rocker t-shirt pajamas and sleeping shorts, her gooey hair standing up in frizzled lumps instead of the usual dreadlocks she favored, blinking at Finn. Her lips curved up, in a cute little smile. If anything, she looked relieved to see him, apart from any questions that she clearly thought that she had every right to be here in his bed.

Jake's jaw dropped. It made a small sound when it hit the ground. Finn sputtered and said, "Peebs?! The stuff are you doing in my bed?!"

Bubblegum yawned and stretched, snatching the blanket back from Finn and pulling it over herself. "What do you think, hon? Sleeping!"

"…I figured that, yeah, but why my bed!?"

"Guys!" Jake Jr. yelled. "I said quiet! Trying to sleep here!"

"Sorry, Jake Jr.!" Bubblegum said. She sat up all the way, and looked so tall that she was nearly twice Finn's size sitting up on his bed. He gulped, intimidated a little; if his bed wasn't so big, she wouldn't have fit. He wondered why she was sleeping there, when there were other beds for her in her own castle. Bubblegum sat up, looking surprised. "When did she move in?"

"She's just staying," Jake said, momentarily recovering from the shock of her in Finn's bed. Admittedly, he had honestly thought it would have happened, eventually, but not like this or so soon, especially considering recent events. He had expected it might be Flame Princess in any event. Or perhaps Marceline. Or all three girls with Finn, he had a 'take a third option' approach to choice issues. But then he'd need a bigger bed.

"Ah!"

"Look, uh, Princess!" Jake said. Bubblegum winced a little at the formality, Jake was clearly annoyed. "What are you doing here, mang? Don't you have a whole castle to sleep in?"

But she shook her head. "Not... for the moment. My kingdom has to be rebuilt! Cinnamon Bun got it burned down, the poor shmuck."

"What!?" Finn said, looking horrified.

"Don't worry, no one was hurt! But, ugh, I didn't have anywhere else to go." She shrugged. "Well, I suppose I did, but I'd rather come here."

"What, you really… wait, Cinnamon Bun did what?!"

"Dang, why does all the cool stuff happen when I'm not paying attention?" Jake complained.

"Why here, buddy?" Finn said.

Bubblegum's shoulders lowered. She looked nervous. "Marceline isn't exactly welcoming to unexpected house-guests (except maybe you, Finn, but then you just have that effect on people), I have no idea where Lady is these days, I think Lemongrab ate his clone and I just don' think I'd be comfortable staying with any of them... oh, Glob, this is way more awkward than I thought it would be...!"

"…Lemongrab did what now," Finn said flatly.

Bubblegum shook her head, and there came a dark look into her eyes. "…I'll resolve that." She smiled, and Finn noticed that her teeth were… sharp. Pointed and shark-like in the same way that the Lemongrab's were. Morbidly, he wondered if some of Lemongrab's more frightening traits had been inherited from Bubblegum, but she controlled them better. In retrospect, he supposed she definitely did; she ate her citizens that was a little unnerving, even if they didn't seem to mind and it wasn't fatal for them (and was essential for her to continue living). Her expression changed, awkward again, and she blurted out, "Unless… oh dear. If you're not comfortable having me here-"

"No, no!" Finn said urgently, a little too fast. "It's okay, Peebs!" She looked doubtful. "Really! It's cool! I just… geez, I didn't see this coming."

"Oh thank Glob!" She smiled and chuckled a little. "I don't see why, Finn. You're my-" She stopped. She began again. "You're my friend, Finn. My… my very best friend." She smiled.

Finn smiled back, and didn't think about what she might almost have said.. "…You really rather stay with me instead of anyone else?"

"Finn, even if I did have any other friends I like as much as you, I don't think I'd be comfortable there. It wouldn't feel like home." She tilted her head down. "…May I stay for a little while?"

"Um, uh… duh, Peebs!"

She grinned, and briefly Finn was unnerved by the shape of those monster-teeth. Even Marceline didn't have teeth that scary looking. "Great!" Her grin turned impish, and suddenly Finn found him off his feet, pulled into his bed with a strong fist at his collar, and abruptly he was under covers, wrapped in the arms of the much larger Candy Princess. She hugged him, warm and a little squishy... squishy, everywhere.

Her warm breath against his ear, and lips against his skin. "I knew I could rely on you, Finn," she said, her voice warm and almost a bass note.

Jake downed the rest of his hot chocolate. "So, uh… you guys want I should leave the room because this is looking kinda personal…"

"Dad!" Jake Jr. yelled.

"Sorry, sweetie! Hey, can I crash with you on the couch? One of Finn's ladyfriends is crashing and I think she's kinda in a love mood!"

"What? Sure, fine, whatever, just be quiet!"

Jake hurried out of the room.

Finn said, "Um..." he giggled, and hugged her back. "Huggy girl."

"Oh, hush," Bubblegum said, snuggling Finn closer. "I sleep better when I have something to cuddle with." Now, her eyes were closed.

"…Peebs, I've seen you when you're waking up or going to bed loads of times, and I've never seen you snuggle ever."

"Oh, hush," she said again, and gave Finn a squeeze that made him squeak, and a kiss that made his sleep very nice.