Venture bros oneshots yea!

Brusty 1

Setting: early season 6

Warnings: self harm, cutting

It's been maybe a week since Brock got back and Doc was still distant. Brock didn't expect him to be sobbing tears of joy at his arrival but after some time he had to forgive him, right?

Brock rounded the corner and stood by Docs door, he knocked and waited for an answer, listening closely he heard soft almost sobs. Brock was worried what if something happened? He doubted he'd cry but his brother did just die.

Brock opened the door slowly, it was hard for him to be quiet seeing that he's a big man wearing steel toed boots on a wood floor.

Doc turned quickly, he looked up at Brock with red tear filled eyes. He tried to be angry when he talked but it came out as more of a pitiful whimper.

"Can't you knock?!" He said stating at Brock with a disgruntled expression.

Brock starred back taken back a little, "sorry Doc.. I just wanted to make sure you were ok." Brock said almost apologetically.

"Not hurting yourself like last time." Brock said finishing his sentence.

Doc winced at the remembrance of the last time Brock heard him crying.

~~flashback~~

It was at the compound , the boys were young maybe 12. It was the first time the boys died. Doc was devastated, he cried for months and almost didn't move.

The boys were back, happy and unaware of what happened, why their dad was staying locked up in his room, or why whenever you passed his room you'd hear crying.

It went on like that for weeks. Until one day they stopped hearing the crying.

Brock was scared. He knew either he's doing great or he's dead. He didn't wanna think about that. Brock must've knocked at least 200 times before busting down the door.

"Doc are you ok!!?" He yelled.

No response.

Brock walked over to his bed nervous and antsy, he pulled the covers off him to reveal a little bald man seemingly asleep with thousands of cuts on his arms a puddle of dry blood surrounding his thin arm.

Brock was shocked but didn't show it when he wrapped Doc up in his blanket and carried him outside.

While waiting for the ambulance Brock was.. sad? He waited nervously hoping Doc was ok. He couldn't lose him..

"I love ya Doc." Brock said as he got into the ambulance carrying doc in his strong but gentle arms, placing a kiss on his forehead.

Brock didn't know why he did it but he felt it was needed. At least the medics didn't question it.

What Brock really didn't know was that Doc was awake, listening, feeling, loving. Doc almost wanted to jump up and kiss him right there. But he told himself it was all just in the moment.

~~flashback over~~

Doc sat up "No, I'm fine.. I just.. missed you." He said anxiously, "You really scared us all when you left. When you came back I didn't expect it." Doc said his mouth becoming dry with sorrow and love.

Doc realized his feelings for Brock a long time ago, he tried to ignore them, but they've gotten stronger over time.

"Doc I-" Brock tried to say something before Rusty lunged at him, Doc placing his thin but long arms around Brocks neck and kissed him.

Brock was stunned, he'd always been into chicks! How could he be enjoying this so much?? He kissed Doc back, lovingly and passionate, yet rough and wanting.

He pushed Doc back into his mattress before taking a break. " I love you Doc." He said full of the sweet bliss they call love. He'd had a thing with Molotov but this?? Different. "I'm glad your ok, promise I'll never leave again."

And with that Brock kissed him again not waiting for a response already knowing what he'd say.

Sorry I'm dummy bad at writing but this was pretty fun to write! :> I think I was do another one but I don't have alot of ideas rip so if you guys wanna suggest stuff that's cool!! I can do x readers to I'm just better at these kinds of stories :))