#marshady

And the second one... well, it's just my new em stuff for bday and new year :Р

Marshall: Aren't you on your period?

Slim: BUT I'M ALSO OVULATING!

Jmmy: But.. that's physically impossible.

Slim: I DON'T CARE!

Em: Why are you yelling, this is not a situation in which it is necessary to yell.

Marshady. Requested by @woomperz

Slim lounged on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, barely taking in any of the content displayed on the screen in front of him. The whole idea of a smart phone felt stupid to him, finding joy in a tiny rectangular screen felt pathetic. But despite that, he would never admit the entertainment it bought him— he was too stubborn.

As the immense doom-scrolling began to intensify, Slim's eyes caught wind of a post, making slowly drag his thumb up the screen to take a look at it again. And there, there it was.

A picture of Marshall tied up in the passenger seat of a bright red car with Slim sitting in the drivers seat, sticking his middle finger up and glaring at the camera. Above them, stood the text Just the two of us.

Slim's immediate thought was, who the fuck is this guy? He knew Marshall was having some photo shoot to promote his new album, but he wasn't expecting this excuse of a monstrosity. His eyes skimmed over the caption of the photo, crediting Marshall and the man in the photo Garrett Laulmondier which Slim could only assume was the man playing him.

In that moment, the front door clicked open, as Marshall entered the house and gently shut the door behind him. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of Slim scowling at his phone.

"What's up your ass?" Marshall asked, slowly approaching him.

"Nothing." Slim mumbled.

"Yeah, right. What happened?"

Marshall sank into the sofa, keeping a couple meters of distance from Slim as his concern slowly started to seep in his expression more obviously.

"Alright, well let me tell you then," Slim sighed exasperatingly as he tossed his phone over to Marshall, who was able to catch it just barely.

"Uh, this is my recent complex photo shoot?" Marshall replied, scepticism lacing his voice.

"Yeah no shit. Thanks a lot captain obvious, you want a cookie for stating what I already didn't fucking know?"

"Fuckin' hell, Slim." Marshall grumbled as he set the phone down. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong is the random bitch on the screen playing me!"

"You mean Garrett?"

"Yeah! Garrett Laulimo- whatever the fuck his name is! It's pissing me off."

"Why?"

"Well for one, he got my mannerisms completely wrong and the AI on that looks terribly obvious. They should've just gotten me to do the shoot!"

"What, are you jealous or something?"

The absurd comment leaving Marshall's mouth immediately made Slim stop and recoil in confusion. "Jealous? Why the fuck would I be jealous, old man?"

"Because nowadays, all you seem to do is stick to my side like fucking super glue and get pissed off when I try to talk to someone."

Slim bit his lip bottom as a bright bloom of pink appeared on his cheeks. "That's not true." he muttered, a spike of annoyance bleeding through his tone.

"Fine, whatever believe what you wanna believe. Just stop being such a baby." Marshall replied as he stood up from his seat on the sofa and made his way to another room. Before leaving, he quickly slapped his hand on Slim's shoulder, a firm grip telling him you'll figure it out.