bbs one shots

Set-up

Here's another request by my follower, I hope I did it some justice and that you guys enjoy it!!

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Ship: The Terroriser x MooSnuckle

Top: Brian

Bottom: Brock

AU: Teenagers in highschool

Setting: Highschool

Type: Fluff

Warning ⚠️: Bullying, homophobic comments, flirting and swearing
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Brock's pov-

I let out a grunt as I was pushed to the floor, my hands reaching up to cover my face on instinct. I mentally cursed as I heard the laugh of my long time bully.

"Sup pussy! You seem to have tripped up." Dylan spoke loudly. I cringed at his choice of words as I pulled myself up.

"What do you want now D?" I asked. I hesitated at the nickname. Dylan had demanded that I call him by that, since he doesn't exactly like his real name. The first time I called him by name, he flipped out and beat me to the point that my arm broke. That was years ago. I've now learned to just do as he says or deal with the consequences.

"Oh y'know the usual. Did you finish my essay yet? I need it by today." He said casually. I huffed and looked through my locker, that I had opened before he so abruptly shoved me to the ground. I pulled out my binder, and flipped through a few essays I did for other people, before finding his and handing it to him.

"Thanks gaylord. Have my science test done by tomorrow as well. Y'know the drill." He said before walking away. I sighed as I shut my locker, walking to my next class. I knew that Dylan didn't actually thank me. It was sorta just a tease he does to make me feel bad. I'd be lying if I said it didn't work though.

I made it to my art class and plopped down in my seat. I let out a small groan as I ran my hands over my face, my shoulder slightly pained from the fall I took.

"Don't tell me." Jon said as he sat down next to me. I hummed and shook my head.

"Do I need too?" I asked. He huffed and shook his head.

"Who was it now." He demanded. I turned and raised a brow at him. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Dylan. I swear Brock, just let me at him!" He pleaded, pressing his hands together. I laughed and shook my head.

"Jon, you know I can't let you do that." I lectured him. He groaned loudly and slouched back in his chair.

"Brock it's not fair! It's been going on since middle school!" He whined. I chuckled and shook my head, grabbing a blank canvas.

"Jon, I've told you countless times before. I'm fine. I don't need you to stick up for me, I've been doing just fine on my own." I reassured him. I looked up to see him giving me an unamused look. I sighed and grabbed a handful of clean paintbrushes.

"Listen Jon. I know you want to protect me, but I don't want you to spend your highschool years making sure I'm not getting shoved in a locker. Plus, I've learned how to get out of one." I said matterfactley, to add some humor. He sighed and laughed, shaking his head.