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 Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 3:13 pm
Bubba turned back to Marshall after closing his bedroom door, mask already crumbling and ready to engulf Marshall Lee in a hug when the exact same was done to him. He was officially in shambles, but feeling better than he had in weeks.
He wrapped his arms back around Marshall Lee and held him just as tightly as Marshall's grip was, and buried his face in Marshall's hair. He was trembling and soon tears leaked down his face as he began sobbing, hugging him even tighter. "Oh my glob. Oh my glob, I missed you, too. I missed you so much," he sobbed, one hand sliding up to tangle in his hair.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have run out, but I was just...scared. And...and and you're such a good kisser, and...and I was so happy and... I didn't know what to do. I've never... No one's ever been interested like that, and..." He leaned down to bury his face in Marshall Lee's neck. "I haven't smiled since I ran out, and I feel horrible... I thought you didn't want to see me, and I was too scared to go to you and I'm miserable without you. I'm so miserable. I don't wanna live like this anymore," he cried, letting everything he'd been thinking and feeling out at once now that he could. Marshall Lee was the only one that really knew him. He was the only one that could understand.
"I haven't slept since that happened unless I eventually pass out from exhaustion, and then i only sleep an hour or two at a time...and it was better when the shirt you gave me still smelled like you, but it doesn't anymore because I've worn it every night and sometimes under my clothes because I missed you so globbin' much."
As Bubba spoke, his second hand slid down Marshall's back and then up beneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. He couldn't get close enough to Marshall Lee since they had been apart for so long. Glob, it felt so good to be in his arms, and he felt an overwhelming sense of comfort having him there with him once more. "I need you. Glob, I need you, because if I have to live anymore without you in my life, I think I'm gonna be broken beyond repair. After tonight I was gonna give up. I had basically already given up the hope that you'd want to see me ever again. I...I was just gonna be miserable for the rest of forever until I just couldn't feel anything anymore." His arm wrapped tightly around Marshall's waist beneath his shirt, and his fingers gripped onto his side. "But I can't do it. I can't live like this or...or..." His sobbing started up heavily again as his grip on Marshall Lee tightened, nails digging into his scalp and soft flesh of his side.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 3:36 am
Marshall had felt so alone, and being in the prince’s arms, he felt so at home. He felt like he belonged. He felt… well, he felt he way he had always wanted to feel, like he was truly with another person in entirety. He felt truly loved when he was being hugged by Gumball. Tears were flowing down his face with every word that the pink male said to him.
All this time, Marshall had been so scared to face him, because he was afraid of being rejected and Bubba, Bubba was just as scared. Marshall gripped onto his other’s torso even tighter when PG told him that he hadn’t smiled since that day. It was so heartbreaking to hear all of the pain coming from Gumball, but it was so familiar, because it was all the same feelings that he had been having this whole time. Marshall was so overwhelmed with joy and sorrow, and just emotion that he didn’t even know what to say. He just nodded to the words and held onto the other for dear life.
When Bubba confessed that he hadn’t been able to sleep, Marshall actually choked back a hard sob that could have been a sad laugh at their situation, before pushing his face back into the prince’s soft collar bone. “y-you have no idea what it feels like to hear you say all this. All these feelings… all the hurt and pain… it has been with me for so long, and without you there… I-I thought it was going to consume me… I don’t want to be alone anymore… I don’t want to push you away or make you feel like you need to run away, anymore. I want you, Bubs.. I need you..” Marshall mumbled as he sobered up his tears to speak into the other’s chest.
As Gumball repeated the words back to him. I need you. Marshall felt all the pain and sorrow washing out of his soul. They had both put each other through so much already, but this was it. This was where Marshall needed to be. The vampire felt a hand go up the back of his shirt, and he wrapped an arm back around the Prince’s shoulder blades, before slipping his hand under the top of shirt and gripping at the top of the prince’s shoulder. The skin contact felt like heaven, and Marshall wanted more.
Marshall knew in that moment what they both needed. Marshall reached down and lifted the Prince up into his arms. He quickly made his way over to the bed, and sent them both down crashing to the soft pillowy surface. With red tear filled eyes, he looked at Gumball’s pink tear filled eyes, before he closed his eyes and kissed the other. He kissed Gumball more passionately than he had never kissed anyone before. He needed this. He needed his more than life itself.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 12:16 pm
Bubba didn't complain about being lifted and carried over to the bed. In fact, he was grateful because he felt like his legs were about to give out. And then he was dropped backwards onto his bed, Marshall hovering above him as he fell with him, and Bubba couldn't stop the little smile accompanied by a soft laugh at how unbelievable this was.
He looked up at Marshall Lee, gazing into his eyes for a moment, before easily melting into the kiss. His arms slid back to their previous positions, one hand curled into the raven locks and the other sliding up the back of Marshall's shirt, nails scraping along the vampire's skin gently. He pulled him close to himself, wanting to feel Marshall pressing down on him.
His focus was brought back to the actual kiss and the feel of Marshall's lips against his. It was just like weeks and weeks ago, except...glob, he could feel the passion pouring out of Marshall and into him. "Marshall," he breathed, grip tightening in the vampire's hair. One of his legs wrapped around Marshall's in an effort to become one with him, and he whimpered into the kiss. Glob, this is what he needed. This is what he had always needed, and he hadn't known it until a few weeks ago.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 5:08 pm
Out of everything that this moment was for Marshall, it was passion. It was his heart finally feeling free again. It was his love being awoken from its dark dungeon prison, and finally seeing the light after so long. In the life of a vampire, honestly you had a thousand lives, but rarely... no never, had Marshall just felt this right. He felt like he belonged. He didn't feel different; he didn't feel the need to be different. It was just a warm, loving feeling of belonging.
Bubba was pulling him down closer to him, and Marshall felt wanted. He felt perfectly wanted, even through his imperfections. It was the kind of love that bordered on insane. The kind of love that didn't make sense to anyone else. The kind you had to feel to understand. It was the loving that made you want to love the other person more than you thought you could ever love another being. "...Bubbs," Marshall breathed back before he pulled his arms that were still around the prince upwards, dragging his shirt with him. But of course, the prince's shirt was a button down, because it was fancier than a pull-over. Whatever... Marshall's arms pulled back and reached for the front of the shirt.
As he pulled back from the kiss to tear through the buttons, Marshall realized they were moving kind of fast. The moment of air and pause made him sit back for a second, still floating a little. "...Ugh, I'm going so fast.." Marshall breathed before he pulled his arms back and up against his face. He used the moment to wipe some of the tears away as well. "...I'm so sorry, this is what scared you away before you, and I didn't mean to, I just.. I feel really strongly towards you, and I don't know, I just wanted to express it, and ughh, now I'm rambling, nnnhhh.. you can't tell me to shut up." Marshall tried to explained why he was being so hot and cold. He wasn't trying to give PG mixed signals. He did want him. Damnnn, did he want the prince, but he knew that the prince probably wasn't ready for this. He was rushing into it. They should let this grow at a much, much slower pace. Both of them deserved that kind of well-founded relationship.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 8:21 am
Bubba felt his stomach simultaneously flutter and tighten from nerves as Marshall's hands began to drab Bubba's shirt upwards. Were they really going to do this? He had been sure just a moment ago, but...now that clothes were starting to be removed, it was suddenly really real. They hadn't even really gotten along for a long time. Were they even ready for this? Marshall may have been, but was Bubba?
He opened his mouth to voice his concerns as Marshall pulled away to start unbuttoning his shirt, but Marshall cut him off first, surprising him a little. He blinked in surprise at him as he spoke. So Marshall understood, too. Okay, that was good. He wasn't pushing him away like he thought he would be if he said something. He let a small smile slide across his lips and laughed a little in relief, then sat up as well and reaching up to Marshall and pulling him into a hug, burying his nose into his neck. "Shut up," he mumbled, hugging him tight. He pulled back and smiled up at the vampire, giving him a sweet little kiss on his cheek. "That can wait for another time. We don't need to rush," he said softly, looking up into Marshall's eyes.
"Come on. Let's get back to the party. You're officially invited personally by the Prince," he said with a grin, "Unless it's more fun for you if you're not, I mean. You can still crash it. And you don't even have to come in a canvas sack this time." He ran his fingers through Marshall's hair, trying to straighten it out. "Can't have you looking like a hooligan. Though, I kind of like it," he told him, the smile on his face morphing into a sly one. He hummed softly then slipped out from beneath Marshall to look at himself in the mirror.
As he straightened out his clothes, he called back to him casually, "If you want, you can stay the night tonight. I mean, you don't have to, but the offer's open. I wouldn't mind, um..," he trailed off, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink and he looked shyly back over at Marshall. "The...the shirt, it...it doesn't smell like you anymore," he mumbled, cheeks reddening even more. "I wouldn't mind...I mean...it helped me sleep until it went away, and..." He trailed off once more and went silent, turning back to the mirror, face, neck and ears practically glowing red, to fix his hair. "...Nevermind. It...It's not that important."
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