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A Gumlee Fanfic CH10 And so there he was now, left outside on Bubba’s balcony alone with his thoughts.A Gumlee Fanfic CH10 by HoneyRuuRuu
His lost gaze wondered to his feet, touching his lips lightly. Gumball- He Just- Marshall grit his
teeth, shaking a little from the embarrassing emotions he was feeling right now. He forced his way
back into Gumball’s room, blushing so heavily he could feel it across his cheeks. Gumball had taken
to his desk, looking over some papers. He didn’t bother turning around, but he at least spoke.
“I told you to go home…” He said softly. Marshall scoffed, moving closer. “You can’t do something
like that to a person and then just tell them to leave!!” He scolded, hitting Gumball upside the
head. It felt good to knock some sense into him. Gumball turned halfway, holding the back of his
head. “There’s no need for violence-“ “To hell with that, you’re not making any sense.” Marshall
growled lightly, crossing
SometimesIt wasn't supposed to be like this.Sometimes by IIPermafrostII
It was never like this.
This simply wasn't the way of things.
The pink haired man stood in front of the dark stained wooden door, hand hovering over the burnished bronze handle. Absently, his other hand tapped at his thigh, fingers picking at the fabric of his pants nervously. He stood on the rough, almost spongy feeling welcome mat laying on the cream coloured porch in front of the door, looking everywhere but through one of the three small, rectangle windows in front of him.
“I'm being silly! It's my own house!” The man scolded himself, scowling furiously and yet, his hand still hovered over the door handle, keys still clutched firmly and no closer to the lock than they had been before he'd spoken.
Somewhere behind him, a bird chirped, a kid rang their bike bell and someone shut their car door with a dull thunk. Still, Bubba Gumball stood before his own front door, seemingly unable to go in, a nervous frown fixed on his face.
A Gumlee Fanfic CH8 The World is bitter.A Gumlee Fanfic CH8 by HoneyRuuRuu
He was already awake far before his appointed time to rise; in fact, he had never slept
to begin with. His only clue that dawn had arrived was the sunlight sprinkling in from behind the
closed curtains. No, he needed more time. There was still so much to do. He stared at the mess of
materials scattered across his desk; papers and books spread out in a frenzy of information. He
rubbed his eye once before trying to refocus them, but after 48 consecutive hours of no sleep his
vision was starting to blur. He sighed, leaning over a drawer and pulling out what resembled a
whiskey bottle and shot glass. He poured the contents and took a shot; pure liquid sugar.
It warmed his chest as it went down, and he reproached his insurmountable task with renewed vigor.
His time was up, however, as he could hear the clacking footsteps of his maid’s heels quickly
approaching. His already dr
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