#fourzer0

“get stuck, pussy bitch!”  “huh... never thought i’d be turned on by marcel saying “pussy bitch” but here we are...”

it’s kinda a song fix except it’s just based off a song ??

song title: i wanna be your girlfriend

genre: fluff

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips.

Everyone was sat around a table, the sky casting a warming light orange glow through the window.

“Cards against humanity always makes great content.”

Craig always put forth this suggestion, grinning at J (Smitty) and John from across the table.

“We could move back to Minecraft ?”

Brian grinned, “A game where i get to kill you guys and prank you. I’m good with Minecraft.”

“Veto that, right the fuck now”

The darker colored friend of the group was in the midst of an argument, fixated solely on finding possible videos to record while they wasted away at Tyler’s for the week.

He missed the longing gaze casted on him from a few chairs away.

“How about Dave and Busters? Everyone likes Evan being in the vlogs, and we all need to get the fuck out of my house sometime this week anyway.”

“His house, his rules,” J spoke out, John nodding his approval.

Tyler glanced around the table, spotting Scotty and glancing to Marcel curiously.

“What do you think, Marcel?”

The male nodded, following Tyler’s gaze to Scotty and peeking up a moment, “Scott.”

“Hm?”

The group turned to him, some shrugging and others chuckling.

“What?”

“What do you think?”

“About what?”

The group burst into laughter, Tyler glancing at Scotty uneasily.

The dark blonde male felt his skin crawling and stepped outside for a break, shrugging, “Do whatever, i don’t care.”

The dark skinned male sat up and grunted, “I’m gonna go... check on him.”

He slipped from his chair and fled the room, heading out into Tyler’s backyard in hopes of talking to his best friend.

The male was found casually leaning against the porch railing and looking out at the sunset.

Marcel let a joke fly through his lips, “You look ready to be fucked.”

Scott jolted, glancing warily behind him with a snort, “What?”

“I meant fucked up.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure bud.”

“You make it so easy to sneak up on you.”

Scott grinned, “I guess so. But your pretty damn sneaky.”

“Is it cus i’m black?”

The two paused before hooting with laughter.

Their laughter seemed to reach the sun, the light glowing slightly brighter as a couple of trees were out of its beam.

They finally calmed down, Scott giving a fond smile before leaning against the railing once more.

“What’s up, Scotty?”

Marcel moved closer and leaned against him, chuckling when the other shrugged and it bobbed his head a bit.

The two sat in silence a little longer before Scott straightened a bit and looked at the other.

He opened his mouth to speak before timidly glancing back down, “Uh”

Marcel looked him up and down briefly, “What?”

Scott huffed, biting his lips before sighing a quick “fuck it”.

Marcel cocked his head questionably as the other turned to him fully, the both of them straightening up.

“I hate you,” the other muttered, “but I love you.”

“What, Scotty?”

“I said- I-“

The others face grew a little pink and he huffed again, “I don’t wanna be your friend.”

Marcel furrowed his brow, lifting a hand to pull the others chin up so they were eye to eye, “What do you mean?”

“I wanna..”

Scotty’s eyes drifted down momentarily, catching at the others lips before they fluttered back up to meet the others gaze.

He groaned internally before surging forward and pressing his lips to the darker males, a hand reaching up to grip the side of his neck.

Marcel was confused for a moment before muffling his laughter in the kiss, a hand curling at Scotty’s waist and the other gripping his chin still.

Scotty pulled away and mumbled an apology, their foreheads resting against one another as they gained their breath back.

“I wanna kiss your lips...”

“Ask me out first.”

Scotty’s blue eyes flicked up, half lidded and shy but still staring at him all the same.

Marcel flashed him a grin, “Dave and Busters, yeah?”

Au: High School

Pairing: BasicallyIDoWRK x FourZeroSeven {Marcel x Scott}

Prompt: Scotty is just a normal guy that doesn’t care for athletic shit or extracurricular activities unless it’s the gaming club. In that club, he can be just what he wants to be; a GAYMER! However, an athlete joins the club and leaves Scotty in quite a predicament...

Hi, my name is Scott but my best friends call me Scotty. You see, I just recently joined this sophomore to senior years club for Gamers... I didn’t expect to see a certain athlete here at all.

See, the real issue isn’t that this guy has bullied me in middle school, but the fact that he’s a real god damn hottie is what bothers me. I thought I was straight. Sarcastic tone. Am I gay or something now?

Well fucking obviously. What did you expect? I’m a gaymer for a damn reason. But none of my friends know, okay? They can’t know, especially with all the gay jokes they make too often. Sometimes I feel like their homophobes or some shit.

Speaking of homophobes, the athlete I mentioned earlier is one of the homophobic athlete bullies that I REALLY cannot stand. They pick on any male figure who doesn’t do sports, claiming they’re gay and they’re pussies and they like to take dicks up the ass.

I mean, they aren’t wrong for me but still... it’s just super wrong to do that. What’s worst is that my friends tease me about this every chance they get too. Some friends I have, huh?

I can deal with them though because they mean it in good fun. But I think they only do it cuz my GTA V character’s a female. Can you blame me?

Anyway, the beginning of the year was perfectly fine. I hadn’t been teased about being gay ever since the end of middle school, except my friends of course.

But now that this athlete was joining the gaming club AND my friends list, I was about to face hell. Did he remember me from 8th grade or is it just a foggy flashback by now?

I wouldn’t be surprised if he remembered my gay ass self. I was practically the laughing stock of the whole middle school.

Besides that, this guy is super ripped. When I say ripped, I mean RIPPED. A perfect 6 pack showing through his muscle shirt with his team number on the back and a football imprinted on the front.

He was wearing a pair of cloth shorts, showing off his muscular calves. I swear to god, if I wasn’t drooling before then I have to be drooling now.

But the worst thing is, when I glanced up to look at his face, he was smirking. SMIRKING. He definitely knows me by now! I’m fucked! I am completely and utterly fucked!

But instead of punching me like I thought he would, his voice melted in my ears and sent heat to my groin. His voice is so perfect. I don’t think I heard him right, did he say my name?

“Scott. That’s you, right? You’re the Gaming Club co-leader now right? I need some help with a game if you don’t mind.”

I couldn’t form words for a second. I had to clear my throat and stand straighter to reply without sounding stupid. “Y-Yeah, sure. What game is it?”