Wrote some headcannons for my moo lovin pals, so enjoy!
Moocat (Wildcat/Moo)
-Every stolen execution in COD is another night spent on the couch.
Tyler once spent a week straight on the couch and did not learn his lesson
-Brock does not have the heart to tell his boyfriend that his energy drink line tastes like ass, and regularly sneaks redbulls into his office instead
-Brock does love the Wildcast though, and while he doesn't feel like he would be interesting on the show, Tyler reassures the man he would love to have him on
-Did I mention they're a Thanksgiving couple? Probably go all out each year, spending way too much on a way too big turkey and making more pies than anyone would ever eat
-Brock absolutely spoils Kino- he got more Christmas presents than Tyler did, actually, and no, Tyler still isn't over it
-They share shirts and hoodies like it's their own clothes- their closet is too jumbled to really even separate their clothes anymore
-Tyler loves to be little spoon and gives his boyfriend the puppy dog eyes until he gets his way (and it always works too)
-Brock always gets kinda whiny whenever Tyler has to leave for cons and events- he's usually not a complainer, but Brock's a homebody and Tyler leaving makes him kinda anxious.
Tyler calls and sends snapchats frequently, and always picks up a gift for his boyfriend on his travels
Moosey Mexican (Max/Moo)
-They are the couple that has matching ugly christmas sweaters, his and her matching everything; they are corny and cutesy and it is adorable
-Max will always shout "Honey, I'm home!" whenever he gets back from the store, and it never fails to put a smile on Brock's face
-They're married; little barn wedding in the summer with all their friends and family. They got married at sunset and danced to La Vie En Rose while the frogs and crickets chirped faintly in the background.
Now I wanna write their wedding what the fuck
-They're the couple that comes over with a lasagna for their neighbors and they buy out all of the girl scouts of their cookies
-They grocery shop together, and Max always wanders off because he loves to see the smile bloom on Brock's face when he spots him across the store
-Max is the kinda guy to lay down his coat in a puddle for his date to walk over. He did it once with Brock and absolutely ruined his coat
-THEY KISS IN THE RAAAAIN THEY KISS IN THE RAIN LIKE ITS A FREAKING ROM-COM
-Disneyland vacations once a year; they're big dorks and buy matching mickey ears
-Brock collects salt and pepper shakers, and he was kind of embarrased at first but Max thinks its the coolest thing and even built him a display case to show them all off
Delimoo (Delirious/Moo)
-Punklirious is the only delirious
-Brock likes playing with Jon's piercings- and ends up buying him cute earrings whenever he finds them. Jon absolutely adores the little cheeseburger studs Brock bought for him for his birthday
-I'm imagining Jon with shaggy black hair, and Brock loves to braid little flowers into it during the summer when their garden is in bloom
-Brock did not get Jon onto a normal sleeping schedule- quite the opposite, because Jon has dragged his boyfriend into the depths of insomniatic hell and now they stay up till 4 am watching crappy netflix specials together
-Brock is b i g spoon
-Delirious cant cook for shit but he can bake, and loves making Brock pies and cakes and cookies galore.
Their friends are all pretty jealous
-They sing way too loud in their car when the radio's blaring, and Jon usually forgets the words but he makes up for it in enthusiasm.
-Jon loves Halloween for obvious reasons, and usually convinces Brock to do a couple's costume with him (Last year they went as Woody and Buzz, and it was actually pretty cute)
-The puns. Jon laughs at every single bad dad joke his boyfriend tells, and Brock might blush at the attention but he's always so happy to know Jon thinks he's funny
Septimoo (Jack/Moo)
-GIMME SOME PUNK JACK WHO GUYS BY HE/THEY BECAUSE FUCK GENDER
-Brock happily painting his boyfriend's nails and doing his eyeliner- Jack still can't get over having stuff near his eyes, so he always asks Brock to do it for him (which he happily does)
-Jack will go out without a jacket and they get cold, like an idiot- but Brock is always happy to lend his joyfriend his jacket, even if it is a little big on Sean (Brock has some shoulders, what can you do?)
-Brock just likes to lift his partner up- he used to move pianos, he's not afraid of some 5'twink with a bark worse than their bite (and Jack usually shrieks when they realize how far off the ground they are)
-They feed each other candy and snacks when they're at the movies and drink a milkshake with 2 straws and it's c u t e goddamit (the milkshake is strawberry or chocolate)
-Jack's not much of a sports guy but he likes to see Brock get so excited over rugby and football, even encourages him to join the neighborhood team (and no, it's not just because Sean wants to see Brock in a uniform and football gear, no sirree)
-Sean probably didn't believe Brock when he warned him not to play Maio Kart with Brian, but Sean truly has seen the error of his ways and is never touching his switch again after that
-Brock never really liked coffee, but then he got a boyfriend who was addicted to coffee, and now he likes coffee (black, because it's the only way to drink coffee fight me on that)
-Jack taking Brock to all the movie premieres he gets to go to, and they're both all snazzed up in nice suits and Brock's suit is a little tight around the shoulders because he's pretty broad, and Jack find themselves looking at their boyfriend's arms instead of the movie
-Christmas is their holiday, enough said
This is day 1 of the valentine thing from the bbs server!! Delimoo is such an underrated ship.
what even is plot
Brock hadn't known what to expect when he's told that there's a “surprise” in his office. He finishes making his coffee (little creamer, lots of sugar) and quietly walks back to his desk. It takes quite a bit of effort to ignore the way some people (mainly Ryan and Luke) watch him the entire way there.
Sitting down at his desk, Brock sips his coffee and prepares to get down to business. He reaches over to turn on the computer and-
Oh. Who put this paper here?
Taped to his monitor is an envelope, a crudely drawn heart sitting in the center of it. Brock pulls it down and examines it. Besides the heart (which, now that he looks at it, is drawn in crayon, of all things), there's nothing of any interest. So… that means he has to open it, doesn't it?
Cautiously, Brock glances around. There's only a few people at the office today. Who could've left him this? He frowns. He really has no idea who did this.
His curiosity gets the best of him. He rips the envelope open and pulls out the paper inside. It's a letter of some sort, he realizes. At the very top is ‘Dear Brock,’ written in messy, blocky handwriting. Like an overgrown child tried to write it, almost.
Dear Brock,
I don't really know how this is going to get to you, but I hope it does. I don't know how to say to you what I want to- I just know that I really, really, do like you.
I've liked you for a while, actually. Then again, it would be weird if I didn't. We're dating.
This is from Jonathan, by the way.
(It's here that the handwriting changes completely- from messy, blocky scribbles to sharp, pointed letters all tiny and close together. He only knows one person with such peculiar handwriting, but he doesn't comment on it.)
Look. I love you. And I want you to get up and come out of the goddamn office, out to the park, and see what Valentine's day shit I have planned.
Love, Jonathan (your delirious boyfriend)
Brock chuckles. No doubt Luke (and maybe Ryan) helped him. He stands up, looking around the office. It's lunchtime, no wonder people are going in and out. He glances towards where Luke and Ryan are, watching him from their office with excited, hopeful gazes. He waves the letter in the air, and they grin.
He's dragged out of their crappy little building and out into the chilly weather.
“You see your boyfriend over there?” Luke nudges him, gesturing to the man standing in the parking lot.
Brock just chuckles. “How could I not?”
Really and truly… how could someone miss the giant mess of balloons and flowers standing in the middle of bland, grey concrete? He stands out like a rose in a patch of dandelions- there's no way someone could miss this.
He laughs a little at the sight. Did Jonathan really get all this together just to surprise him?
As Brock gets closer to Jonathan, he begins to see more and more of Jonathan's ‘plans.’ There's a large teddy bear sitting on top of the car, and big, heart shaped balloons all around, tied down by some candy bags.
“Hey!” Jonathan gives him an offended look, crossing his arms. “You.. you weren't supposed to be out here so soon! What the damn fuck, Luke?!”
He hears Luke laugh somewhere behind him. Brock smiles sheepishly, feeling himself blush lightly. “I can go back inside, if you-”
“No! No, just- just stay there!” Jonathan fumbles with something in his pocket, a determined sparkle in his eyes. “I think I practiced enough! Just, uhh… Fuck, hold on!”
Brock does as asked, sitting still and watching his crazed boyfriend run into his car, searching for whatever he lost. It takes him a few minutes, but he returns with a nervous smile on his face.
“Okay. So, uh…” Jonathan pauses briefly, glancing at Brock before turning his eyes downwards. “I…”
He pauses again, looking back up at Brock, his face oddly red. Brock just smiles warmly in response to all of this. If his boyfriend is nervous, then he'll be patient until he's ready.
“I really fuckin’ love you, okay? And… and these past two years were like, the best- the best ever. You're just so nice and sweet and amazing and…” Jon shifts in his spot, clearly uneasy. “I don't know, Moo. I'm sorry, I'm really bad at words and shit. I just want to ask you something, is- is that okay?”
Brock nods.
To his surprise, Jonathan pulls out a small, black velvet box. Brock gasps softly at the sight of it. His boyfriend, like the mature adult he is, opens the box and shoves it towards Brock, far too flustered to actually ask the question.
Is this really happening? He's… he's serious, isn't he? Is this where they start planning their wedding?
“We're having a chocolate wedding cake,” Brock suddenly chokes out, taking the ring and slipping it onto his finger. He quickly realizes what he's done and blushes intensely. “I mean- I just- You… you're proposing to me,” he stutters, embarrassed. “And, um, I'm totally marrying you. And the love letter was adorable. Also, our cake is still gonna be chocolate.”
(He knows for a fact that Jonathan doesn't even like chocolate cake.)
Jon grins regardless, rushing forwards and wrapping him up in a tight hug as he babbles giddy, happy nonsense. Brock laughs, holding on to Jon for dear life. He's covered in little kisses, all over his face and neck.
“God, I fucking love you,” Jonathan announces, holding Brock's hands tightly. “And you're the best, you know that?”
Brock laughs. “Not as much as I love you.”
"That's a damn lie. You're gonna be my husband, and we're having a cake that's only part chocolate. Everyone knows that chocolate cake sucks."
A Vanoo and Unrequited Delimoo AU in a Royals AU with a Nobleman Brock and best friends Delirious and Evan. Delirious is lovestruck by Brock the handsome suitor but sees how Evan looks at him and wants his brother/best friend to be happy, so he puts them both together and watches from the sidelines, hurting but happy for them both.
Jonathan padded slowly out of the bathroom, fiddling with the fluffy towel wrapped around his chest. He sat down heavily on his side of the bed, flipping absent-mindedly through a book left carelessly on his pillow and checking for notifications on his phone.
He heard the door slam and perked up slightly, squirming on the bed. Brock came into the room slowly, too focused on squinting at the screen in his hand to notice Jonathan until he cleared his throat.
Jonathan smiled when Brock did, admiring the lines that formed at the corners of his eyes and mouth, the curve of his lips. He came to Jonathan obediently, standing tall between his bare legs.
Jonathan leant up to kiss him slowly, and it was the way Sunday morning kisses should be. Brock tasted sweet from the syrup with breakfast, and his lips were chapped and cold from the frosty outside air.
“It’s like unwrapping a present,” Jon whispered throatily, “all pretty just for me,” dipping his fingers under the hem of Brock’s panties.