Split Ends (BBS×Reader)

26 (Moosnuckle)

BrockxReader training

Ya boi wrote over half of this chapter and NONE of it saved... Waow...

I rapped my knuckles on his door, no answer...
With a sigh, I hit a little harder, still no answer...
"Moo?"
No answer...
"Brock come on, wake up!"
This time I tried the handle, locked obviously...

I cursed to myself and looked down the hall, a light on in the bathroom. Slowly making my way to the bathroom, I called for him, "Moo?"
I peered through the crack and saw Brock facing the mirror. A deep shade of red covered my cheeks as I took in his topless appearance. My eyes wondered to the tattooed lettering on his shoulder blade that said, "Diana"

His kids name...
(Not really but I didn't want to bring his actual child into this)

"Geez, you need the bathroom?" He said staring at me through the mirror. "N-no... We need you to patch up Dels hand, I-if you don't mind?"
he smiled, "Yea one second," patching up his wound from the last mission.
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We walked together and into the med room. Delirious laid on the bed with his hand propped up, "Yo what took so long?" He snickered, "I'm just kidding."
I smiled and looked at all of the medical instruments that laid on the counters. "Brock, you think you could teach me some stuff?"
He swiveled in his "doctor" chair and raised an eyebrow, "Sure, here... Hand me that bottle to your left," I found it, the bottle held a brown liquid. I'd hate to be the one to drink that. As I grimaced, he handed it to Delirious, "Drink up. It'll heal ya up."
Delirious nodded and went for it, throwing his head back and downing the entire 2 inch bottle. He smiled, "Hey, I think it's-" Del's head hit the pillow in a split second. I could stop the gasp that I let out, "Brock-! What'd you do?!"
"Oh, calm down.He is just asleep. You said you wanted to learn some of my trade right?"
The sense of unease stopped, "um... Alright..." I walked over and pulled up a chair, watching as he thread a needle for me.
"Why did you put him asleep though?"
He shrugged, "I mean, I guess we could use some alone time." Butterflies erupted in my stomach and they fluttered through my digital heart, "waow, knocking a guy out for some alone time with me? Oh gawrsh," I said in Goofys voice.
He smiled at me, lightly biting his lip, "Of course. Then again, it's also an extra precaution that if you mess up, he isn't gonna feel it."
"Ya don't trust me?"
"Not with medical supplies, no."
We both bust out in laughter, slowly fading into small chuckles. I sighed, "Yea, I wouldn't either..."
He grabbed some peroxide and cotton balls, "Now dab the area but be careful, he already has a wound from the last heist."

I nodded, Brock scooting to the side to let me over, "Now grab his hand," I did so, holding Del's limp hand. Dried blood already wiped up, so I started dabbing at his hand. Some cotton got stuck, Brock felt my panic and silently handed me the tweezers, "Just gently pluck it out, no big deal."
"Okay," the tweezers pulled away loose cotton from the torn flesh.

I set down the peroxide, "What now?"
He handed me the slightly curved needle, "Now let's go for a simple stitch," Brock demonstrated for a small section, standing over me. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, his cologne intoxicating as his built chest pressed against my back.
"Blue?"
"Hm?"
"Here," I started working at the serrated flesh, trying not to let his side glances to my face distract me. Brock occasionally looking at me instead of the wound, a small strand of hair fell in my face.

He slowly brushed it behind my ear, causing tremors to go through me. I couldn't help but let out a content sigh, "Thanks..."
A smile spread on his face, "You are doing a good job," I felt my heart flutter, "For a newbie."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever..." my chuckle lightening it up, "Now I'll be able to patch you up. Aren't you tired of having to take care of everyone?"

He smiled to himself, "Yea I guess. So... Is it alright if I ask you something?"
I didn't look up as I answered, "Of course, go ahead."
"Well," I heard him scratch his head, the wheels of his chair squeaking as he scooted closer, "Why do you insist on keeping your identity to yourself? I get that you have a privacy issue but at this point, it only raises more questions. What about your identity don't you want us to know about?"
I froze up, many thoughts intruding my mind. "I-I don't know... I don't know anymore."
"What," he brought my attention to his eyes, dark brown and swallowing me whole, "are you scared of?"
I subconsciously leaned closer, "Brock, I don't want to be treated differently."
"You won't be..."
So close...
Our lips came so close...
Not only did we almost press into a kiss, my name almost slipped through my mouth.
No, this is wrong.
My elbow tipped over the peroxide bottle, "Fuck!" We jumped away from each other as if a bomb just went off between us. I clumsily picked it back up, my heart drumming against my chest. I stood up quickly, the swivel chair long forgotten.
"I-I gotta go..." with a few stumbled steps, I was out of the med room. Leaving behind a curious Brock and an unconscious Jonathan.

When I made it to my room, I slowly sunk to the floor. "God, What am I doing?!"