Videogame Beard Smoke || Marlo and Thorn (topic and genre of your choice)
🥰 I'm excited for the result, love 🤞❤️
Thank you so much for the request sweetie! You gave me a difficult combination of words honestly, but I'm glad I came up with this, it's cute and I hope you like it 😊
Also, it's in a modern AU setting!! Hf reading 💙
"It's a fun game! Just try it at least." Thorn says enthusiastically and holds up his phone, displaying the words would you rather.
They're currently laying down on Marlo's bed in his room. "Haven't we played that before?" Marlo asks, eyeing his older brother's phone with a raised eyebrow before looking back at the TV screen they are currently playing don't starve together on.
"No, that was truth or dare and you didn't want to do the dares. So, since you like games that are purely question based more, I thought you'd like this one better." Thorn gives him that "Innocent" look he always does when he's secretly up to something. "Come on, just a few questions."
Marlo pauses his game and puts the controller aside. He might as well see what he's up to. "Fine, just a few can't hurt."
"Great!" Thorn grins. He opens the game and asks the first question. "Okay, would you rather never eat fries or never eat pizza again?"
"Easy, fries. I'd rather eat pizza." Marlo answers quickly.
"Alright, the next one is for me. Would I rather grow a beard or go bald? Well, obviously I'd rather grow a beard. I'm not gonna give up my hair." He chuckles.
"Of course, you wouldn't." Marlo chuckles. "What's the next one?"
"Would you rather stop watching TV or stop playing video games?"
"That one is easy, I never watch tv." Marlo snorts. "Are they all like this?"
Thorn skips through them and nods. "Seems like it. Would you rather-" He chuckles at his own pun. "Would you rather we make up some of our own?"
"Yeah, that would be better. Who starts?"
"Well, I just asked you the last one so it's your turn to ask me something now."
"Okay." Marlo hums as he thinks. "Uhhhh, would you rather pass your senior year in one go or redo a year and get a thousand bucks?"
Thorn snort, "The thousand bucks. I'll need it."
"We all do. Why does studying have to be so expensive?"
"No idea, but anyways, would you rather get high or get drunk?"
Marlo hums unpleasantly, "Dad would kill me if I were to do drugs and you know that. So yeah, getting drunk."
"Should've seen that coming." Thorn muses. A large grin then grows on his face. "Would you rather stay at home or have Wolffe ask you out to next week's school dance?"
Marlo's mouth falls open. No he did not. He's had a crush on Wolffe for a while now, but since Thorn and Wolffe are classmates and friends he didn't want to make things awkward for them in their friend group. "Did you tell him!?" He asks, mortified. He doesn't want Wolffe to know about his crush on him.
"No, but he told me he might want to ask you out." Thorn grins.
"Really?" Marlo asks, surprised.
"Yes, I wouldn't lie to you about this." Thorn smiles and grabs his phone, looking up Wolffe's number.
"Should I talk to him about it? What if he changes his mind?" Marlo asks unsure.
"Only one way to find out." Thorn says with a shit-eating grin and presses his phone into Marlo's hands, then walks out.
"Thorn, what-?" He looks down and sees that Thorn is calling Wolffe right now. He wants to press it away before Wolffe notices, but before he can, the guy picks up. "Hey, Thorn. Why did you call?"
Fuck! He thinks, but there's no going back now. "Hey, Wolffe. I-it's Marlo actually." He can slap his forehead. He sounds so awkward and it's so clear that he's nervous.
"Oh, Marlo? Why do you have Thorn's phone?"
Marlo cusses Thorn out mentally before replying with the same shitty confidence. "Well, he called you and kinda just shoved his phone in my hands before running off." He can't lie for shit so he might as well tell the truth.
"I, uhm…. I heard something from Thorn, correct me if I'm wrong, but…were you still looking for someone to take with you to next week's school dance?" He's blushing while he asks, internally begging for Wolffe to say yes, both because he wants to go with him but also because it would be incredibly awkward if he said no.
"I was actually. Want to come along?"
Marlo can barely believe it when he hears it, and although Wolffe can't see it, he nods furiously. "Yes! That sounds like fun."
"Alright. How about you save my number in your own phone? We can discuss the details later then."
"Sounds great." Marlo smiles overjoyed. "I'll text you later then when I saved your number."
"Sounds good. Bye, Marlo."
"Bye, Wolffe." Marlo says back and stops the call. He's so happy that Wolffe actually wants to go with him. "Thorn!" He yells and the door immediately opens.
"I was right here, you don't have to yell." He grins, obviously having stood behind the door this whole time. "Also, you're welcome."
"You set this up!" He exclaims, still taking in that Thorn just tricked him into getting a date. "You're a dick for putting me on the spot like that, but honestly, thank you so much for making this happen. I'm so happy I get to go with Wolffe." Marlo drops the phone on the bed and wraps his arms around his older brother.
Thorn chuckles and hugs back. "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome, vod."
