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marsh → gadget

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marsh: tried to look my very scariest so you can freak the folks out with these

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marsh: this is just a gratuitous selfie, sorry

marsh: wanna go on our first date of the decade?

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Secret Santa was one of those things that Nico had kind of always heard about happening but never really took part in. Partially because he didn’t always have the means to do something like that, but also a little bit because he’d never fully seen the point. You had to like a person a certain amount in order to get them something for Christmas, right? You didn’t just arbitrarily buy things for people simply because of the holiday? Or at least, he certainly didn’t, but maybe that was just the whole not having much money thing going for him. All aside from the point, evidently, because for the first time in history, Nico Delgado was playing secret Santa. In all honesty he was just thankful that the name he had pulled happened to be someone he actually got along with - not to mention someone as chill as Marshall. He figured he could probably get Marshall a frozen pizza and he’d still say thank you. Marshall’s wish list, though, actually wasn’t anything too terribly wild or eccentric. In fact, two of the items on it struck inspiration in Nico because of something he had remembered seeing a little earlier on in the month.

Christmas sweaters were probably one of the more amusing Christmas trends in the last few years, Nico had to give them that. There was enough of a demand for them that there was a popup shop dedicated solely to the sale of the things - like a Christmas season’s version of Spirit Halloween. It was only when it came down to what size to buy that it became an issue for Nico, because Marshall was, well, freakishly tall, so the sweater had to be the right size so it didn’t look like he’d inadvertently bought the dude a crop top Star Wars Christmas Sweater. So in his circling racks of sweaters, he had texted Mog, and after ten minutes of not getting the answer he was actually looking for - leave it to Mog to dance around the subject and have outside commentary - he finally got it. Then it was onto the presentation.

Wrapping presents was something Nico would like, rather die than do, on account of the fact that he was terrible at it. That was his mom’s thing, wrapping. So instead, he picked out a nice gift bag and some tissue paper that would match and threw that together. He was a little overzealous with the wadded up tissue paper stuffed into the bag around the sweater itself - because what the fuck was he gonna do with that much extra tissue paper in his suite? Nico went the extra mile (if it could be called that, anyway) and went so far as to leave the wrapped gift at the hotel front desk for them to page Marshall at whatever point and let him know that he had a package waiting for him there.

Of course, even still, there was a small card attached so that there was some indication of who it was from, whether it was left as a surprise gift or not.

‘Merry Christmas (happy Christmas? is that Australian? Just British, right?)

 From, your Secret Santa. 

P.S. You’re still in the moon pile.’

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312chloe‌:

“you have any more face exercises?” she teased adjusting her pose every time she heard the phone shutter click. chloe’s cheeks turned warm at his praise, she considered him a good friend but it was moments like this that she remembered what he had done in the modeling world. her poses became more fun as her smize morphed into a sheepish grin. “one of these days i’ll take some photos of you i have some stuff in mind. but the tribune sounds fun too.” 

“oh, i’ve got plenty,” he said with a joking cringe, “sometimes you’ve got a job but your face isn’t working, so you gotta kickstart it to get it going... or maybe that’s just me.” anyone who called modeling an easy job was only partially right. sure he was privileged to have experienced it all, but sometimes getting in front of a dozen people and a camera was just about the worst way to spend your day. “you’re fully coming for my brand, aren’t ya?” he joked, laughing as he got up from the pavement where he’d been sitting for far too long. not because she was doing a bad job, it was rather the contrary. “yeah, alright. i’ll let you take my picture if you’ll let me take you up to the tribune. it’s a date.”

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colson ”i don’t like smiling so i’m going to cover my smile a lot” baker (x)

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gadgetsinclair‌:

At this point, she couldn’t back out and she knew it. “You know, with skates come great responsibility. You’re not Superman, you know.” She jokingly wagged a finger as if to warn him he could get hurt. Luck is fickle in that sense, especially with rookies. She sighed, defeated but still managing a smile. “I guess when you put it that way - nothing can really go wrong.” The blonde agreed, cringing on the inside over how far deep she’s burying herself.

“I actually didn’t. I’m not much of a movie person unless they’re Marvel….” She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. “Oh, oh and Serendipity! That’s my all-time favorite.” Gage’s eyes lit up as she vanished into her room. From her room he couldn’t probably hear her laugh before seeing her head pop out to say, “You always struck me as a Cameron Diaz.”

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Her eyes were fixated on the people skating, a deep breath leaving her frame that she wasn’t even aware of. “Last chance to back out!” Her voice was a tad higher than usual, her elbow nudging him as if to encourage him to do just that. The anxiety in her bloodstream had her heart beating so loud, she’d be shocked if he couldn’t hear it. Her concentration was migrating to her breath, her skates were already tied in a master time so she had a few more moments to regain her composure as Marshall was finishing up his laces. “Did you play hockey or anything? Or is this something you just like doing?” Her curiosity bubbled up, taking her mind off the situation at hand.

Marsh was pretty thrilled he got to have his way – if he was going to be a fake boyfriend, he was going to do his best to be a good one. And especially after she’d just admitted to being a fan of Serendipity... not exactly his personal favorite movie, but with all the skating in that one, it was downright necessary that they went through with it. As he put his skates on, though, he couldn’t help but feel like Gage was being a little off, even if she was acting excited about the activity. “Nah, hockey’s not really that big back home, but I don’t know... skating feels festive,” he replied, studying her face for a moment as his brows furrowed, “Sorry, Gadge, but you seem a bit... tense. You alright?”

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nico ⇄ marshall

Nico: he's just a piece of shit that's what it boils down to

Nico: wait

Nico: do you think Rhett's a serial killer

Nico: i don't think Rhett's organized enough to be a serial killer

Nico: his energy is too chaotic to get away with that shit

Marsh: Hey I said and/or

Marsh: That doesn't imply correlation

Marsh: And also yeah he's definitely not

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sav-mcallister‌:

send  ❄️  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  indoors  due  to  a  snowstorm .

Any plans to leave the hotel for the day had been shot out the window that morning when Sav had woken up and found that the word outside was a bright white. The weather report only proved to further confirm that she would be going nowhere. So what else was she supposed to do then end up finding herself hanging out with Marshall? If they were both going to be stuck there all day, they might as well be stuck together, right? All a fine and dandy concept, one that might have even been expected of her at this point, except now she had reason to have a little more complicated a feeling about being alone with him. Sure, she wanted to kiss Marshall, had for a while, but the fact that it had actually happened? Well, that was different. And they weren’t talking about it. Either one of them. So that meant he didn’t want to talk about it, right? That was the idea that she’d planted in her brain, anyway. “They were saying that it could knock out the power if the winds get too much worse.” The girl noted, gaze watching out the window before she shuddered away from the cool glass. Tugging the ends of her sweater sleeves down over her hands, she crossed her arms around her middle and sat down on the end of her bed. “Do we have special snow storm activities, or do we stick with the usual face masks and bad tv combo?” She asked with a light laugh as she looked up at him.

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Looking out on the snow-buried city was weird; even after a couple of years in the US, Marshall wasn’t quite used to dealing with snow. “None of this makes any sense, it’s summer,” he joked, following as she stepped away from the window. More of a reflex than anything, he always found himself staying close to her even when it wasn’t intentional. “You’re cold?” he nodded to her as she sat down and held herself. It still felt like it’d be kind of weird to touch her, even if her drunk night hadn’t exactly been the first time they’d cuddled up together. It was just different, and the last thing he wanted was to make things awkward. Especially now that they were snowed in. 

He sat down next to her anyway and gave a light shrug, “Don’t know, blizzards aren’t exactly my forte.” After a moment of thought he reached a suggestion, which he knew he would instantly be regretting the second he said it, “You want to watch my big TV moment?”

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savannah ⇄ marshall

Sav: ok but are you complaining? the answer is probably no

Sav: amazing 🥰

Sav: besides like i told vince it's fitting for you bc you are also soft and sweet lol

Sav: omg stop you look cute as a polar bear too please

Sav: you betterrrrr

Marsh [UNSENT]: starting to feel a little emasculated sav

Marsh: cool i'm all changed, coming down now

Marsh: 🥰 hope you're ready to get polar

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nico ⇄ marshall

Nico: yeah that fucker

Nico: i hope he loses all his fucking toes to hypothermia or some shit

Marsh: Honestly, same

Marsh: Something's just not right with him

Marsh: I think he might be a serial killer

Marsh: And/or related to Rhett

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savannah ⇄ marshall

Sav: concealer isn't even the most fun part, for your information, marshmallow

Sav: i learned that nickname now i'm never letting go of it

Sav: if you stay passed a certain hour there's a snuggling fee, i don't make the rules that's just how it is 🤷‍♀️

Sav: it's gonna hang off my arms and be really baggy and i'm gonna look ridiculous and i still expect you to tell me i look cute

Sav: but yes give it to me

Marsh: you'd still enjoy it, it'd just turn into a full face suddenly. i know you and your ways

Marsh: 😑 fine you can use it

Marsh: you'll look far cuter than i could ever hope to so

Marsh: i can handle the snuggle fee, i'm sure

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312chloe‌:

Chloe’s “candid” laughing face fell when he told her to relax, she bit the inside of her cheek as she watched intently, squinting slightly in concentration. she tried to follow along but her amused smile kept her face anything but relaxed. “oh and who’d believe me?” she giggled before trying again her cheeks making a funny noise when shaken which caused more spurts of laughter. she took a deep breath then completed the last two steps before offering a subtle smize. “better?” she asked tilting her chin up to the glowing light of the sunset.

“... fair point,” he conceded, unable to keep himself from laughing at his ridiculous face routine, even more bizarre when someone else was doing it. and then there was chloe’s laugh, which had never failed to raise his mood, no matter what state he was in. “yes, that’s what i want,” he threw a joking chef’s kiss her way as he resumed snapping pictures, a few more than she was probably aware of. the true candids were usually where the magic happened. “gorgeous. one of these days we’re climbing tribune or something. the lighting up there is another level... no pun intended.”

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savannah ⇄ marshall

Sav: i'm somehow equal parts scared and curious but pls don't fight anyone you'd be way less pretty with a black eye

Sav: of course... they'd have to reach you to give you a black eye 😂

Sav: well how long ARE you planning to stay over?

Sav: wait wait

Sav: you're offering me the onesie? 🥺

Marsh: sav we both know you'd love to put concealer on me every morning. you're not fooling me

Marsh: don't know, don't know. we'll see

Marsh: yep. you want it? 🐻

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nico ⇄ marshall

Nico: don't give me that kind of power, marshall

Nico: you can be in the moon pile, you're chill

Nico: fuck that middle aged guy from 218 though, he's out

Marsh: Thanks mate, appreciate it

Marsh: Oh yeah Dave? Total cunt, he can piss off

Marsh: I saw him walking outside barefoot the other day

Marsh: Fucking madman

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savannah ⇄ marshall

Sav: in what state omg what did you DO

Sav: i don't think chai and wine go together, but if that's what you wanna do, sweets 😂

Sav: no actually lmao i ate lunch at like.. 2 i think whoops

Marsh: ... i was going to tell you but now it's just gonna be anticlimactic. maybe i'll get in a brawl on the way down to make it interesting

Marsh: you don't know how long i'm planning to stay over

Marsh: ok we're ordering food. and chai

Marsh: you wanna borrow the onesie?

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savannah ⇄ marshall

Sav: i always just point blank ask you to

Sav: gotta mix it up to keep you on your toes?

Marsh: well it worked! just gotta change really quick, you do not want to see me in this state

Marsh: should i go get starbucks?

Marsh: did you eat?