Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Part 23

I am so sorry for the slow updates but being a varsity athlete, getting straight As, and having a job doesn't leave me with a ton of free time, plus I'm dealing with a lot of home struggles so I hope you understand that I prioritize my personal health and enjoyment before writing his story :)

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Now that I had allowed myself to give my trust to Marshall, I told him everything. Well, almost everything.

I told him who my father was, how much I loved my mom, how much I hated her, what she put my through, how it felt to go through it all alone, just...everything. I let myself talk. I talked and talked about whatever part of my story I thought of first, whichever of my secrets came into my head first.

We had made our way over to his bed, sitting facing each other. He at tentatively listened and didn't interrupt, for which I was grateful.

I made sure to leave out some of the details and gruesome parts, as well as my feelings for him.

I had finally began to accept the fact that I did have feelings for him, I wasn't an idiot. But that didnt matter. I had to keep those feelings in the back of my mind because they weren't important right now.

Now that I had let all the tears out, it was time to figure out what was actually going on.  I looked into his eyes and whispered, "What am I gonna do Marshall? I can't go back there."

"What do you mean? Stay with me of course."

"W-what?"

"You heard me. There's no way I'm letting you go back there or let the police get involved. I know how that works, and that you probably don't want that."

"You know...?" How?

"Don't worry about it. But for now just don't stress out about it. I can take you to get your stuff later and you can crash here with me for...for as long as it takes, I guess."

"But...I can't just...it's not that simple, Marshall. This isn't normal—"

"Why not?" He interrupted. "It is that simple. Think about it, (Y/N). She kicked you out anyway, so now you're here. No one else knows about it—wait, the pink kid knows doesn't he?"

"His name is Gumball. And yes he knows. But still," I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair in exasperation. "this just feels too sudden."

He reached forward to hold his face in my hands, leaning in so that we were only inches apart. He smiled genuinely. "Princess, relax. Everything is fine." He leaned forward and planted his lips in the center of my forehead, leaving a gentle kiss.

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Most of the rest of my day was spent in and out of sleep. I really was grateful for the time to heal—mentally and physically. Marshall made me food but was otherwise absent.

I felt selfish for occupying his room all day—and told him so—but he made it clear that he didn't care so I eventually allowed myself to get comfy in his bed.

I was fully awake and watching YouTube when he came in late afternoon, carrying his guitar.

I looked up from my comfortable position and he held it up with a grin, "I said I'd play for you, right?"