Fuckin’ Crazy : Poly!BBS Z10
Prompt: High school in a nutshell. Go crazy, op!
Genre: Hardcore Fluff
Pairing/Ship: Poly!BBS
Requester: Anonymous
This is just a giant collection of mini stories!
Enjoy!!!
Pre-determined Hours: <H2OMini moment>
The early bird was, in fact, not Brock. It had never been brock, at least not when it came to school days.
Surprisingly, it was all Craig and his roomie Jonathan. One extremely exhausted American and a coffee-obsessed Brit.
Though, having a coffee obsession worked out extremely well due to the grumpy yet dozy sleepiness of his companion.
The American would slip from the covers, his arms grazing the other as he pulled away and up.
The Brit would be biting him, not just his neck and jawline, but his ears, his shoulder, his chest, and his whole upper body, just to wake him up.
It would arouse the other from their slumber and make him bat his arm at the other with a groan, “Five more minutes.”
“You said that five minutes ago, love,” Craig grinned, nipping at Jon’s neck before moving lower behind him.
The other flushed and pulled away, batting at Craig’s chest with a huff, “I’m up!! I’m up!”
Craig would innocently glance up from his cozy spot on the bed, already dressed and freshly scented from his shower, hair a little damp yet a little fluffy.
“I hate you,” the American yawned before rubbing the sleep from his eyes and heading for the bathroom.
“Thirty minutes, pretty boy, we’ve got some coffee to catch!”
Ride Me There?: <Wildnoglariser moment>
The Irish Fucks would hop in his lovely crimson corvette, David up front and Brian in the back.
The straightest one would huff and cross his arms, nearly falling asleep against Tyler’s car seat.
The gayest one would make a few jokes here and there, slouching forward over the middle armrests of the front before planting a few kisses on Tyler’s neck and jawline.
Tyler would swat at his hands, or his face for better efficient measures, and complain that he was trying to drive.
“Why don’t ya ride me t’ere, Tyler?”
The American flushed and glanced back just in time to catch that shit-eating grin on Brian’s face.
“Oh, you are so fuckin’ lucky I’m driving, Brian, you fuckin’ asshole.”
“What are ya gonna do? Fuck me?”
Tyler fumbled for words while David snickered in the seat behind him.
“Shut t’e fuck up, Brian.”
The HouseWife?: <H2OVanToonz moment>
Jonathan huffed as he entered their small apartment, glancing at the mess the two had made.
More like what Luke and Ohm had created from their gaming, but Evan with his constant food and pizza.
He shoved past the two of them at the door, asking where Ohm and Bryce were, before starting in the kitchen.
Luke followed him, “Bryce and Ohm went on a date an hour ago. They’re taking the night off from homework and projects. They already did their chores though.”
“Lazy bitches,” Jon grumbled, glancing over the mess of the kitchen area.
“I’ll help,” Evan offered with a smile, perking up from behind Luke.
Luke glanced over and wrapped an arm around his waist, “Why not let our little housewife do everything for us? Besides, you get too distracted by his ass half the time.”
Jon flushed and glared harshly at him, “You guys are lucky I fucking love ya.”
Moaning on habit: <H2Ohmvantoonz moment>
The four had a favorite hang out spot, one that was always clean and yet so full of things.
The mall, obviously.
Jon loved riding on Luke’s shoulders, holding Evan’s hand and watching Ryan glance through the windows, his and Luke’s hands locked together.
They traveled like this often, even with their much larger group of boyfriends and bitches.
Because of Ryan’s usual family, household, and life growing up, they loved spoiling him the most.
Even the minor gifts and smallest objects made him tear up and furiously blush on the spot.
Exploring a few stores as well had left the group feeling determined, the male’s face full of cheeky grins and snorts.
Jon held up a large shirt, one much large than Ohm and yet so adorable to imagine on him.
He had slid off Luke’s shoulders before, grabbing the shirt and bustling towards Ryan in a heartbeat.
He held it up for the group to look at, the hood with bunny ears attached nearly hit him in the face.
He seemed like such an awkward yet excited child at that moment.
Ryan hesitated, taking the shirt and holding it against his chest.
A giant fond smile overtook his face and he glanced up, mostly fond smiles his way.
He went to the dressing room to try it on, returning in minutes to show it off.
The three stepped up immediately, inspecting it on their adorable slightly short boyfriend.
Luke towered over all three of them, his hands gripping Ryan’s shoulder and hip to turn him towards him.
A small whimper escaped the other, cheeks flushing red when the other gaped at him.
Luke glanced at the other two momentarily before grinning, “I think we should buy it and get home, yeah?”
- pt. 1 -
