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The family Brock over looked

A/N: Heyoo guys, I hope you have all be wonderful these past few days. I got this idea a few days ago and decided to write it. 

This mainly focus’ on Brock, or Moosnuckel, and how he realized his family. I really hope you all like this.

Ships: Mentioned H2ovanoss, Daithidecalibre, terrornuckel, and more.

Please enjoy,

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Brock had always wanted to be a parent, he’d always wanted kids in general. He’d see kids holding their parents hand while crossing the street or playing at the park when he drove by, and he’d silently wish that one day he would be able to do that.

That dream was crushed, however, the second he and the others created BBS, or Banana Bus Squad, and started rising to the tops of most powerful gangs in Los Santos.

But that didn’t stop him from silently wishing so, or staying awake at night next to Brian envisioning a life where they could raise a kid and have a family together.

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Brock grinned to himself as he  watched everyone; Brian, Evan, Jonathan, Tyler, Craig, Lui, Nogla, Smitty, John, Marcel, And even Scotty; sit around the giant living space, joking and laughing with one another as they ate his homemade meal.

Smitty was wrapped up in John’s arms, yelling ‘YEET’ as he threw an empty water bottle across the room, hitting Jonathan in the head as he perched on Evan’s lap.

Tyler and Craig double over in laughter, followed by Nogla’s booming laugh and Lui’s small giggles.

Brian snorted from his seat by Brock’s side, the Irish man’s arm around his waist.

Just seeing them all happy made Brock the happiest man in the world.

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If Brock could have the family he always wanted,

he would protect them with his life,

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Brock let out a scream of outrage as he put himself in between an injured Tyler and his attacker, not about to let the fucker hurt his family again.

“ Don’t touch him!”

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Comfort them when they were hurt,

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Brock gently wiped the tears out of Smitty’s eyes and pulled him into a soft hug, as he finished stitching up, what was, a bullet wound.

“ Shh, it’s over now. No more pain, you can rest now, it’s okay.” He whispered, rocking the white haired boy back and forth, making him drift off to sleep, right in his arms.

“ I’m right here.”

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Or scared,

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Brock caged Lui tightly in his arms, trying his best to shield him from the loud booms and cracks of the thunder storm raging outside. The usually bright male, lay trembling in his arms, utterly terrified.

Brock could feel tears staining the front of his shirt and tightening his grip, he whispered;

“  You’re safe, I promise; I’ll always keep you safe. I’ll always be right here, right here with you.”

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and take care of them when they were sick.

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As Brock pressed the cool cloth to Nogla’s head, he sung softly;

“ Goodnight, goodnight It's time now to sleep Moo’s watching over You and your dreams Goodnight, goodnight My sweet Irish one Tomorrow your eyes They will light up the sun But goodnight, goodnight Sweet dreams for now Drift off to sleep On your pillow of clouds Goodnight, goodnight My sweet Irish friend Tomorrow's adventures They will soon begin Tomorrow's adventures Will soon begin”

As he finished the song, he leaned down and gently kissed the top of Nogla’s head.

“ Sweet dreams David, you’ll feel better in no time. I promise, until then, I’ll be right here.”

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He wanted to be someone they felt they could come to about anything,

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“ -And he’s just so cute! And he does this thing, whenever he shoots, with his tongue and I just… I just can’t! It’s so cute Brock! You don’t understand!” Marcel whined, throwing his hands into the air.

Brock smiled knowingly, he’d seen the way Scott shot and how Marcel always stared, almost with literal hearts in his eyes, and it always brought a smile to his face. The two of them were both so in love with each other that they didn’t notice the feeling was mutual.

And as much as the guys acted big and tough on heists and in public, they were really just a bunch of softies with emotional issues.

“ Well,you could just tell him.” Brock said confidentially, having had a similar conversation with Scott a few days prior.

Marcel looked at him then, eyes wide.

“ But, what if he doesn’t feel the same? I’d ruin the only bond I have with him!”

“ He’ll feel the same way, trust me.” He promised, and he’d always remember how happy Marcel looked after he’d said that, how hopeful and Enthusiastic he was as he left to go find Scott shorty after nearly hugging Brock to death.

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And could always feel safe around,

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Yawning, Brock stretched his arms above his head and looked around; realizing he’d fallen asleep on the couch.

As he move to get up, a weight on his legs made him pause, looking down he couldn’t help but chuckle, for Evan lay curled up, as big of a male as he was, with his head resting on his right thigh, fast asleep.  

Deciding that waking him up wouldn’t be a good idea, for the leader of the group had enough problems as it was with planning and keeping tabs on everything that happened in the city, he decided to return to his original position and go back to sleep, all while gently carding his fingers through the Asians' hair.

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But he knew that would never happen and the thought saddened Brock;

and pretty soon he was falling into a deep depression.

He tried to act normal, like nothing was wrong so no one would notice, but he wasn’t the type of person to hide how he felt. He was like an open book, every mood he felt was easily read.

Some days were better than other.

Some days he could go out and see families together and not feel like he was drowning in an ocean of sadness; but others, like today, all he wanted to do was hide away and never think about the life he would never have,

Or the parent he could never be.

Brock knew a break down was coming, he’d been there to witness all the guys’ and knew the signs. So, when he felt his throat tighten up and his eyes dampen, he went back to Brian and his room and hid inside their closet; wanting to be somewhere dark and quiet, and he cried.

He let it all out in that moment, alone in the dark of his shared closet, he let it all out. His eyes burned as tears ran down his cheeks and his chest felt like it was being crushed with how hard it was to breathe. He was so lost in his head that he didn’t hear his name being called, or the closet door being ripped opened.

He didn’t hear Brian shouting for him to breathe, to calm down and talk to him. He didn’t hear the pounding feet of the others, or their worried voices. He couldn’t hear any of it, he only heard the screaming in his head, or was he actually screaming? He didn’t know, but soon enough he was covered in darkness,

And then silence.

Blissful silence.

He felt like he was floating, like he was drifting weightlessly through space. There was no light and the only sound was just a soft hum, barely even there. His body felt heavy, like he had been sleeping for a long time and had just woken up. Everything came back all at once and Brock opened his eyes,

Brock winced and shut his eyes quickly as light flooded into them, blinding him momentarily. Giving them a few moments to adjust, Brock took in his surroundings. He was on a bed, his bed, and that meant he was in his room. Listening, he tried to see if he was alone, he wasn’t. Voices he recognized, belonging to Brian and Evan, talked quietly somewhere to the right of his bed.

“ What do you think caused it?” That was Evan, Brock could recognize that voice anywhere; it was the same with everyone else too.

He knew each of their voices by heart. He even knew who left what messes in the kitchen and training room, based on what food and what equipment was left out. He even knew who left the tv on by accident depending on what channel was playing.

“ I don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s been bothering him for a while now. I was just hoping he would have come to me and talked about it sooner, before it got this bad.” And that was Brian, his voice, so calming to Brock, always making him feel so safe and protected; now made him feel guilty and sad. He hadn’t meant to make him worry.

Deciding to make his presence known, Brock opened his eyes and sat up, eyes widening as he realized that there were more people in his room than he originally thought.

Smitty and john lay, fast asleep, on the floor beside the bed wrapped up in each other’s arms on a makeshift mattress. Beside them was Marcel and Scott, with Scott being the big spoon and Marcel the little one. On the other side of the room, spread out on the couch, was Tyler and Craig. Craig fast asleep on top of Tyler’s chest. On the opposite side of the bed, saem as Smitty and John, was Nogla and Lui; with Nogla’s head buried in Lui’s chest.

Staring a little wide eyed, Brock froze. He hadn’t expected to wake up to them all being so close, and for how long he didn’t know, it was just a bit surprising.

“ None of them have moved all night. They were too worried about you, we all were.” Jonathan said, his voice startling Brock out of his mind. He hadn’t even noticed the man standing beside the bed and if he hadn’t of spoken up, Brock doubted he would have even known he was there unless he turned to look behind him.

“ Why?” The question was slipping out before Brock had a chance to stop it, startling those who were awake. Evan looked baffled, like he had just heard something he couldn’t believe, Jon just looked surprised, and Brian;

Brian looked hurt, as if the question had physically harmed him in some way. He stared at Brock with that kicked puppy look, but it didn’t last for long because it was followed by a look of complete and utter rage, and it was all aimed at him.

“ Why? WHY?! Are you seriously asking that question?! “ Brian’s voice grew in volume, waking everyone in the room, “ Do you have any idea what you put us through, what you put me through, these past few hours? How worried we all were, because we had no idea what was going on? Because you won’t talk to us about whatever it is that’s hap-” Brock cut him off,

“ Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!” He cried, grasping at his head, “ You don’t know anything! You don’t understand-”

“ Then help me understand!” Brock was dragging back against Brian’s chest, “ Help us understand, let us help you for once.”

And Brock told them everything.

The words came tumbling from his mouth before he had a chance to think them through and by the time he was done, he was sobbing. He felt stupid, being so upset and causing so much commotion over something like this.

“ I’m sorry.” Brock finished, rubbing furiously at his eyes. No one had said anything the whole time and it was starting to worry Brock. His face burned with embarrassment and he felt his eyes watering again. He knew they wouldn’t understand, he knew it was a stupid idea, a stupid wish, he knew-

Fingers grasped his chin and tilted his head head, forcing his to come face to face to Brian.

“ Hey, baby breathe. It’s okay.” Brian reassured, gently wiping the tears off Brock’s cheeks. “ It’s okay, no one’s upset. I  promise.” Brock nodded and it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

“ But, You’re wrong.”

Brock looked up, surprised.

“ What?”

Brian’s face broke out into a large grin.

“ You’re wrong.” He repeated, “ You’ve had a family this whole time. Haven’t you noticed?” Brock hadn’t noticed, but he didn’t have to voice this, for the others were already speaking.

“ Yeah! We’ve always been your family Brock.” Smitty stated with wide mitch-matched eyes. The others voiced their agreements.

“ Yeah, and if we’re talking about family placement, you’re definitely the mom, Brock.” Tyler stated, causing the other to laugh and make similar comments.

“ Yeah! But if he’s the mom, does that make Brian the dad?” Lui giggled making Brian’s cheeks flush red.

“ W-Well, if I’m the dad then that means you gotta listen to what I say from now on!” Brian stated, making Lui puff up, ready to defend himself. Though Nogla was quick to interrupt.    

“ If their the parents, then what’s Evan? He’s the leader here!” Brock smiled, looking over at the canadian man, who looked slightly surprised.

“ Evan’s the big brother!” Marcel shouted, throwing an arm over said man’s shoulders, who chuckled softly, “ And Smitty’s the little brother!”

“ Hey! I’m more mature than you! You fuckin-”

“ Thank you.” All eyes fell onto Brock, who had more tears sliding down his cheeks. “ I-I’m so so sorry. I’ve been so blind.” He whispered, voice shaky as he fidgeted with the edge of the blanket.

The faces in the room softened and they all moved a little bit closer.

“ You aren’t stupid Brock. You were just sad.” Brian says softly, “ And the next time you’re sad, just come to one of us, because we’re your family and we care about you just as much as you care about us; so that means we’ll always be here for you.” Brock nods, whipping at his eyes.

“ Yeah, you’re right,” He paused, before grinning up at them all, “ Though, I am pretty hungry-” He barely had time to finish his sentence before all of them were racing from the room, leaving him by himself.

Grinning, Brock listened to them all bound down the stairs, yelling profanities and other things at each other as they raced to the kitchen.

Thinking back on it, Brock couldn’t believe he had been so stupid and blind to not see the amazing family that had been in front of him the entire time. He never even realized how much the others meant to him until he was already being told that he was their mother figure, which didn't offend him like he thought it would.

It, actually made him feel good, like he was special to someone. He was happy to be the mother figure and if anyone wanted to use that as an insult, he would just grin and say he was proud to call all these wonderful boys his sons and that he loved them with everything he had.

I need a story prompt w/ BBS

Repost if you:

Would spend all day watching spongebob with Lui

Play hockey and eat ice cream with Evan

Chill and read a book with Brock

Chill with Nogla and talk ‘bout random shit

Play Fortnite and rage with Tyler

Play with Mochi with Craig

Watch old vines with Smiii7y

Laugh with Anthony

Dance with Brian

Watch horror movie and laugh with Jonathan

Play hide n seek with 407

Repost if just getting a single hug from even just one of them would mean the world to you.

Repost if they saved your life too.

Banoss blink animation test

Vanoss and banoss

Drew the vanoss design I made for an au I'm doing

vanoss, texting smii7y: smii7y! Help I’m being kidnapped kryoz: Where are you? vanoss: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. smii7y: I’ll call kryoz. kryoz, answering their phone: hello? smii7y: Where’s vanoss? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. kryoz: vanoss? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- kryoz:... kryoz: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* kryoz: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! vanoss: WHO ARE YOU?!

vanoss: While I’m gone, smii7y, you’re in charge. smii7y: Yes!!! vanoss, whispering: kryoz, you’re secretly in charge. kryoz: Obviously.

smii7y: so are we flirting right now? kryoz and evan: we’re literally cuddling and kissing right now. smitty: that doesn’t answer my question.

smitty: I give up. I’m too tired. moo: GET THE EMERGENCY SUPPLY! kryoz: *carries vanoss and places them in front of smitty* vanoss: *Smiles* smitty: AND I AM BACK BABY, LETS GOOOOO!

vanoss: Why do you always call me "pretty boy?" I'm in my twenties

kryoz: "Pretty boy" has nothing to do with age. "Pretty boy" is a state of being, a trait inherent to the self.

vanoss: smitty: And you're the prettiest boy on the whole damn block.

nogla: Sex is great, but have you ever fallen asleep holding the love of your life?

vanoss: no, i have two so it’s hard to even sleep

smitty: *grabs vanoss’s ass* vanoss: excuse me, that’s my ass kryoz: that’s our ass, we’re married

bbs dancer au!

hola frens i’ve been working on this comic for a while (mostly writing the script so sorry if the drawings aren’t the bestest!) and i’m pretty happy with how it came out but i’ll mostly be posting it here i hope ya’ll like it!

some charecters have been removed cause of some personal issues so that’s why they might not be present in later comics sorry

moo, very tired: Woah, that's a fat fucking cat vanoss: Uh that's a raccoon moo: I'm taking it home

kryoz: What do you believe in now?

smii7y: self preservation through love

vanoss: chupacapra

smitty: they had a really sexy voice

kryoz: smitty, they kidnapped us!

smitty: At least they want us!

smii7y: what’s your guilty pleasure?

vanoss: what’s a guilty pleasure?

kryoz: something you like even if its like looked down upon or something, not always though

vanoss: ohh, okay, crime then

vanoss: I can’t stay holed up in the safe house all the time. I’m gonna go crazy! moo: People wish to kill you! Everyone who’s met you, I imagine.

smii7y: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- vanoss holding up a paper kryoz helped him right: we wrote you a poem! smii7y, already crying: You did???

moo: are we... still friends? vanoss: of course! of course! * small pause * vanoss: unless you're fighting me in a dark alleyway vanoss: at that point in time we will not be friends

smitty: I just asked my sweet spouse evan where they think people go when they die and they said that they get to go live in the clouds and be happy forever and ever.

smitty: Then I asked my bastard husband kryoz where he thought people went when they died and he smiled at me and said “Hell”

moo: Are you a man or a woman?

vanoss: Haha, neither. I’ve tricked you. I’m actually thousands of bees stacked in a trench coat.

moo: ....what?

vanoss: bzz bzz motherfucker

moo: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on evan without them noticing?

smitty: Hey, evan, I bet you 5 bucks that you can’t swallow this penny.

evan: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, hun.

moo: …

smitty: No babes I wasn’t talking shit about you

vanoss and kryoz:

smitty: I was describing you

kryoz, sweating: “So, there’s something I want to ask you-“

vanoss: “Finally, you’re proposing!”

kryoz: “Wha- How did you know?”

smitty: “You’ve dropped the rings five times during dinner.”

vanoss: “I even picked them up once.”

moo: I hope they think I’m cool. vanoss: Who? moo: [Points to the cats across the street]

vanoss talking with moo: I think I understand what's happening, considering my woes.

moo: You do?

vanoss: Yes. i’m feeling lost, empty, and there's a little voice in the back of my head feeding on these thoughts and causing warmness.

moo: panda?

vanoss blushing: N o.