bbs one shots

Praise

Bro my boredom in life is KILLING my ADHA ass!!

My mom said I can get a new job soon though, so hopefully whenever I write I won't be burnt out as much.

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Ship: Vanogla

Top: Evan

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Gang

Setting: /

Type: Slight angst • Fluff

Warning ⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains violence, slight blood, mention of drugs and murder, mentions of gun violence, implications of narcissism, mentions poor parenting, child neglect, mentions of emotional trauma, slight sexual tension and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Third POV -

"I swear to God go, if I see you setting up the stripper pole out there, I'm going to shoot someone." Evan called from his room.

He could hear all movement in the living area stop, holding his breath to zero in on the muttered cursed and sounds of nails dropping onto the floor. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief.

Evan very rarely left the base. If he did, it was to go on a mission, to go for a walk, or to carry out some business. Being the boss of a huge gang chain wasn't easy, so it left minimal time for himself. Thankfully, his whole base was separated from the other miniature bases spread around the city, so he didn't have to put up with hundreds of people pissing him off everyday.

No, he just had his co-leaders for that.

Evan didn't have time, ever, so when he did have time, he took those chances for himself. Unfortunately, whenever he leaves the base, his friends take it up on themselves to cause some sort of issue. Minor issues, but still issues none the less.

Last time, Evan had finally gotten time to go get his car fixed. He had multiple vehicles for different reasons, and on that particular day, he needed to get his engine fixed on the car he uses as a civilian. He didn't use it often, but it had been his turn to get groceries that week, so he needed to get it done.

After hours of sitting around, re-exploring a city he's lived in for years and grabbing lunch, his engine was done. Everything was fine. His car ran smoothly, his food was delicious despite it being fast food, and the guy at the auto shop even fixed up a few scratches for free since it was nearing Christmas.

He hadn't had a single issue all day. No calls coming in for business, no people backstabbing him, no cops patrolling the city. He was completely carefree.

And then he came home to see the base full of fucking strippers.

Needless to say, he had to drug every single one of them and drop them off at home. Thankfully they were drunk, and didn't remember the location of the base, but it's the principle that Evan still has to deal with it. His friends weren't very apologetic either, besides Brock. Everyone else just thought it was hilarious.