SCREW STEREOTYPES

MarshallxSkye (request by ALPHA CAT 137)

You can be glamourous, or you can be halirious.

But you can't be both. At least, not in this world.

Skye was pretty one, having all the boys and such. Marshall, on the other hand, was the goofy one, the comic relief. They both had a job as a Paw Patrol member to do, as well as their social responsibilities. Skye was the piece of art you could stare at all day, reminding you of how lucky you are to be here and working hard to try and impress her enough. She works hard, is pretty as ever, and has enough sass to scare away Hades. What is there not to like?

The goofy fire pup, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was the clown, the funny punny guy as well as the clumsy pup. Marshall brought laughter to each day, brought the reasons to laugh hysterically and happily. The Dally was just some pup everyone couldn't help but love to see!

Of course, being on completely different levels of popularity meant they didn't get along very well, so they mostly ignored each other. Usually that worked.

Until one day it didn't.

"That was a low move, even for me." Marshall grumbled, glaring at Skye. She raised her thin brown eyebrows back at him in annoyance.

"Low move for you, whatever. A prank is a prank, and that was not intended for you to see. That was meant for Zuma." The golden cockapoo stated, flipping her long curly ears.

"Fine, fine. Your point is right." He admitted, rather regretfully. Marshall hated Skye, but still had to respect her. "But hey, why am I he-"

"I see you're all here already, so we can begin, yes?" Their leader, Ryder suddenly appeared at the top of the lookout, where they were waiting. Apparently, Skye had been caught in staging a prank by Ryder and Marshall, and been asked to have a talk with them afterwards.

"Ryder, sir? I was wondering why am I here? I didn't do anything wrong, last time I checked... "

"You didn't do anything wrong, at least not this time. As for why you are here, I will tell you soon enough, don't fret." The brown haired teen smiled faintly as he patted the Dally's furry head. Turning towards Skye, his gentle smile hardened a bit.

"However, Skye you must know why you're here."

"Yes Ryder, I do know." Ryder was the only person she paid respect to, and being reprimanded by him was not something to proud of. "It was just a small joke, to make him laugh. Whipping cream is not that bad! And it was just a little bit in his bed..."

Marshall scoffed, interrupting her train of thought. "Really, just a little bit? Than what's a lot to you, a whole galaxy? Seriously though that was a whole lotta whipping cream!"

"Ugh, whatever! You have-"

"Guys, calm down! This is exactly why you're here!"

"….because we fight?"

"No, because I've noticed you guys are on different side of the popular status, and I'm okay with that as it doesn't get too dramatic. Skye, your actions against Zuma was wrong, since he's lactose intolerant and cannot stand dairy. You how hard it is to wash scents off a dog bed? It is the most agonizing thing ever! Little harmless jokes ever now and then are fine, but pranks is have been happening everyday of the week! Not to mention the time a bucket of cold water was poured on Rocky... Yip, not pretty. I want you two to shut down as many mean pranks as you can, in this one month. That would be yourform of punishment. This prankinghad gone way too far, I've had enough... "

"WAIT, WHY AM I IN THIS?!" A shrill screech made the flying pup and Ryder wince, as Marshall continued to have no way face. "I didn't do anything! At least, not this time!"

"Marshall, I'm asking you to do this, no I'm ordering you to. You know the best out of everyone how pranks work, as well as notice things other people don't. Please, Skye needs you?"

"What? I don't need no boy, I can do this myself!" Now the eyes were on Skye, who huffed indignantly. "I can do think for myself, thank you!"

"Are you sure you want do that? Some pranksters can be pretty rough..here, Marshall can just follow along for your protection, but you can do most of the dirty work, okay?"

"Aw, shoot. Fine, fine... " she grumbled, then walked out of the room, her fluffy tail swinging back and forth as she walked away.

"Oh Marshall... Good luck?"

"I don't need luck, I just need a good partner." Both of them knew Skye would not be the best for this, but a punishment is a punishment, and this is hers.

Oooooo

"Aw, come on!" Skye glared at Marshall, who innocently looked back.

"What Skye?"

"Don't pretend you don't know, stop it!"

"What? I really have no idea what's going on!"

"Stop touching my tail! I'm trying to walk as well, you know!"

"Wait, what? I'm in front of you, there's no way I can run back so quickly!"

"So who is it?" Skye glanced back, just in time to see a rabbit scamper by.

"...A bunny?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"Here, I'll go check it out, you stay here." Marshall ran off as well before Skye can object. Truth was, being in the forest, searching for hidden prank toys were not one of the fun things she had in mind. What if some dog took her in the forest? It had too many scents here you couldn't really distinguish one from the other.

A rustle behind her made her turn around again. Who was that?

"Hello? Who's there?" She heard another rustle, just beyond her left side. "I demand you come out! I'm not scared of you!"

The only response she got was a glob of paint to the face. "ARGH! DISGUSTING!" She yelped out, her creme coloured fur sticky with brown splotches. She definitely needed a wash after this.

"Oh, Skye, look at you! So sticky with paint! Aw, sucks to be the victim of a prank, doesn't it? " Marshall had appeared once more, grinning at his handiwork. This will teach her a lesson!

"MARSHALL! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

"Well Skye, to become the prank police, you need to see what a pranker would see. The ah, paint on you was your chance to bust it before it happened. Too bad your reflexes were too slow."

"WELL, I DON'T THINK THIS HELPS, AT ALL!"

"OKAY SKYE, you got to calm down. Control your anger, and use that to track the real pranksters down."

"Fine, fine, I was just taken by surprise...and never have I felt so helpless! I can't believe you would do something like that!"

"Well, I just did. So would you like to get cleaned up? Or should we get started on the case?"

"What do you think? I just got drenched in paint, so what should I do? I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE!" Her voice had started out sickly sweet, but wobbled and broke as she
cried out.

"Whoa Skye, I didn't mean to make you cry!" Running over, he stopped short as he scarmbled for ideas to calm her down inside his mind.

Of anything, Marshall hugging her was one of the most unlikely things that could happen. His spotted arms softly encased her tiny body, and he didn't seem to mind
getting dirty. If you wanted her to be honest, she would say she enjoyed it!

But NO, she has a reputation to maintain, so OF COURSE she wasn't going to say that!

A few weeks have passed since that paint incident, and their trust seemed to have grown quite strong. Like, blame it on the paint, but they were quite the crime stoppers!

In total, they cracked and stopped about twenty five cases already, in three weeks. So far many people now knew what they did and stopped pranking people meanly. It was quite nice now, actually, just hanging around with Marshall, exchanging banter and puns back and forth.

Skye would be the physical one, while Marshall was the logical one, the dog with the brains. Not that Skye didn't have any brains or anything, but Marshall really was better at this than her. None the less, the assigned jobs suited them well, as Skye would be more outspoken at times and able to express her expressions and wants pretty well.

Right now, though, it was not one of the good times where they worked together.

"WILL YOU STOP STEALING ALL OUR MISSIONS FOR YOURSELF?! IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T REALIZIED, BUT I'M IN THIS AS WELL!"

"Hey, I don't steal the missions! You're just too lazy now since there's no important ones anymore, so I have to do all the hard work!"

"Work?! Excuse me!? I do all the work!" Skye stuck her snout to point directly at Marshall, eyes aflame with rage. He stared defiantly back, gaze never weakening.

"What I meant was," He leaned closer, muzzles almost touching, "Maybe you should relax, and then take charge. That'll make it easier for both of us."

"You're confusing as frag, you know that right?" Skye leaned closer more, her breath ticking his whiskers. "But you're awfully good looking as well." Grinning, she bopped his black nose and pulled back a bit to see his surprised face.

"Aw, is this what it's all about? You kidder.." Marshall's moment of confusion only lasted for a few seconds, then changed into a sneaky grin. "I'll show you confusing."

And then he kissed her.

Surprisingly, he was gentle, his lips lightly grazing across hers. She could feel the heat, though, and the breaths of air taken.

Skye knew, right then, that she wanted to, no, NEEDED to find out more about this Dally who stole her first kiss.

After all, screw the stereotypes, alright?

WOOHOO! FIRST ONE OUT! THE NEXT ONES WILL BE OUT SOON, LIKE PROBABLY A FEW MINUTES AFTER THIS ONE! I'M SO HAPPY TO FINISH THIS!

Ahem, hi there! Long time no see! I hope you liked this request, and more will be out soon!

Reviews are appreciated, as I have a question for you guys this time. Would you like me to continue this one shot series? Or should I release a final chapter soon?

I'll see you all soon, so see y'all on the chapter!

*2starryeyes*