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Anomaly

Part 1:Without me

The man ran, he ran deep into the overgrown forest, through the bushes through the puddles and trees screaming in agony trying to get away from the vicious hunter for he was her prey, "Please!" The man yelled out of breath trying even harder to get away.

The hunter not slowly down for even a second starts inching closer and closer to her prey. The man starts screaming even more in agony as he slips on a wild, overgrown root. He lets out a scream in pain, his ankle twisted like a branch. "PLEASE! I'm begging you I have a family!"

The man tries to crawl in vain away from his hunter but it's no use. She catches up to him in just a second the man can see her and even hear her more closely.

She's wearing a muddy-up cropped shirt with ripped Jean shorts and two white bunny ears sprouting from her fluffy blonde hair, a baseball hanging from her wrists connected with a dainty charm bracket

"It be so empty without me" The man hears the familiar loud music from from the ground. She crouches down to the struggling man still crawling back from her. She looks at his twisted ankle, she's grabs it harshly then lets it down with a scream from the aching man.

She looks up at him, and takes out one earbud, "Look man, you’re in a lot of pain obviously" she nudges to his ankle "We can do this the easy way or the hard way either way I'm still getting my money" she shrugs. The bunny straightens up "What will it be?"

The man turns around on his stomach and tries to crawl slowly like a snail away from the bunny. She rolls and then sighs "The hard way it is" She snatches her baseball bat from her wrist and makes a heavy strike to her prey's head with a thunk the man passes out on the muddy floor.

She lets her bat dangle from her wrist and she sighs "shit," she looks down at her shoes and clothes caked with mud and branches. The hunter throws down her wrist like a child throwing a tantrum "FUCK ME MAN" she screams into the empty woods. The hunter reaches behind her into a pink zip-up pouch, she pulls out a thick rope. She crouches down to her prey and starts tying

Once she ties up her prey together nicely in a bow she starts to drag him by the feet through the muddy forest. As she gets closer to the edge of the forest, she sees the grassy clearing where she chased the man into the forest she grabs another item out of her pink pouch. A phone with a bright pattern of strawberries.

She props up her prey upon a moldy stump. As she starts searching through her phone her prey starts to wake up dazed. He looks around with his head spinning he looks up at his hunter, and he passes out again from fright but this time he starts to cough and rips up blood as he falls forward onto the hunter's bleach-white shoes.

She sees this all unfold her white shoes getting stained red by the prey's bloody mouth. She kicks him up and he falls onto his side "ARE YOU FUKING KIDDING ME" She starts to kick him in the stomach out of anger the man wince in pain but still refuses to get up. With a final kick and wheeze from the man, she gives up and goes back to her phone.

She puts the sweet phone against her ear she starts impatiently tapping her foot against the green grass. On the final ring, the person finally answers, he lets out a brief cough, "What do you need Bonnie?" She sighs "I need you to come to pick me up," she asks slightly annoyed at the late answer, "this asshole led me farther from where I was supposed to beat his ass and he got blood all over my new shoes!", she screeches kicking him one more time in the stomach.

"New?" He asks suspiciously, "new to me anyways" She lets out an even bigger sigh. "So can you pick me up or not?" She asks more impatient than ever, "Give me like 10 ish minutes, I'm almost done with this joint" Bonnie stomps around kicking a stone around her bloody sneakers. "Thankssss I'm in the clearing where the old barn used to be.” She says with fake sweetness, “Also isn't this like your 5 joint this week?” She continues.

"Hey I worked hard for this joint let me smoke it" Bonnie rolls her eyes settling down on the rotting stump, "whatever Andrew, see you in a bit." She hangs up her phone before he can say goodbye, she gets up from the stump and walks to her prey she crouches down to his eyes. Bonnie starts smacking his head to wake him up.

With a groan, the man's awake with a bloody mouth and bruised stomach he wince seeing Bonnie in the light. "V wanted me to give you a warning, so whatever the fuck you did don't do it again," she says jabbing him hard in the stomach. The man moans even louder, Bonnie stands up straight and takes a picture of the bruised man. She sends the photo to her boss. “I did the job.” Bonnie texts, She stumbles back to her stump watching the phone intently. The three dots Turn into a message “Pick up your money tonight at the tiger's cage.”

Bonnie falls back down sitting on the stump with a thud and sigh of relief. She puts her phone back in her pouch and reaches for her cigarettes. As she lights the stick she starts questioning her life like any person would do, she covers her eyes with her hands "fuuuuuuuuck I can't believe this is my life" she says with her cigarette lulling out smoke.

She looks up at the sky, it's not dark yet but it's not the brightest, especially in this area of the town. She looks at the blues and white clouds circling the sky, she takes a deep drag of her cigarette, and for a split second shes at peace, with the world with herself. She closes her eyes cigarette wedged between her lipstick-covered lips.

Then the asshole known as Andrew shows up honking the horn, and Bonnie jumps from the stump rolling her eyes at the moment that was ruined, stomping out her cigarette she heads to the red pickup truck. He stares and without words nods his head back to the passenger seat, he's saying hurry your ass up without speaking. He has bad bags under his eyes not from lack of sleep I think from lack of life and a new joint between his lips his hair is more shaggy than ever. "Hold your horses give me a second!" She gets up from the weirdly comforting stump and santures over to the old red pickup truck. She opens the creaking door and hops right in, "Hey, you look normal shouldn't it be time yet" As she put on her seatbelt she looks up from at the sky, "Hi to you too, you know how it goes, it does whatever it wants so we should get going already" Andrew says with dread.

Bonnie turns to the tires man "I'm going to Tiger’s cage to party a lil and get paid. You wanna come?" Andrew keeps his eyes on the road "Yeah, but I need to sell, and that's only if my shift goes right tonight," Bonnie stares at him disappointed, "really man, you can't sell another night" she complains "Come on have fun, party with us. I'm pretty sure Talia is gonna wanna go to." She looks at him with hope, but he disappoints her "Nah I can't I got some shit to pay soon I need the money."

"Are you gonna pre-game with us at least," Andrew shrugs "Sure, I'm gonna need I feel like this shift is gonna be a pain in the ass" Bonnie looks out the window passing by the old trees surrounding their town, the markets, the book stores. She wishes she could stay like this forever being rocked by the shakey car, seeing the people walk home. But then she sees the glances they give her, the eyes she had seen for most of her life, the glances of confusion, hate, wonder she's seen them all.

As they ride through the town going up the bumpy road to their side of town, three trailers surround a dry patch of grass in the middle there’s a burnt-up leftover bond fire. The trailers are all decorated in their own little ways, pink accents complimenting the plain white of the trailer. Flowers lining the outskirts of the trailer, roses, roses that she planted and cultivated. Dancing against the small breeze of the hill. Bonnie’s trailer is in the middle a little less decorated but still has character. The pink one is Talias she even has a little canopy between hers and mine, she uses it for sunbathers sometimes. Then there’s Andrew plain but still has an old charm that one might not grasp the first time looking at it, it’s just simply white, and fairy lights are strung above the trailers dangling and swaying.

Bonnie and Andrew step out of the creaking truck, onto the green grass, “I’m going to change and shower, Talia gets out around 7 so will probably leave around 8 or 9, that Cool?” Bonnie asks stretching her limbs while walking to her trailer, Andrew walks the steps to his trailer, “Yeah that’s fine, you wanna chill in my chill trailer till she gets home?” Bonnie shrugs her shoulders and gives a small sure, she opens her trailer door slamming it behind her.

Bonnie dumps her bat and pink pouch next to the door, as she walks through her trailer she sheds all of her clothes and dumps them in the hamper. She catches her body in the mirror stops and stares she sees her roots growing a little dark seeping into the platinum blonde. She has big hips she thinks ass she stares at her ass she looks up to her shoulder looking at the small dainty daisy tattoo, she smiles remembering the moment she got it and how she was happy getting a tattoo from her best friend more like a sister at this point. She brushes over the tattoo still feels the same as the day she got it. She saunters into the bathroom and hops into the shower washing away the sins of the day hoping to start a new for the night.

Bonnie with a towel warped around her body but not her hair. Her bunny ears are too big to be contained around a towel, she steps out of the bathroom into her room. Bonnie’s room is a bit of a mess, clothes knives, even some guns scatter her room. She has a huge king-size bed in the corner with no bed frame just a white duvet and pillows to match, with a vanity messily filled with makeup and hair care products. A wall of small photos line above her bed, some Polaroid some taken with actual pictures.

Bonnie walks over to a dark brown amour lined with little trinkets and her knife collection. She pulls out a stack of clothes and throws them right on the bed. She also turns on her yellow radio blasting the radio station. “Welcome to 99.9 the R&B station,” the radio starts blasting Beats, Bonnie nods along to the song dancing as her cotton tail twitches in the air.

She starts shaking her hips to the song as she walks over to her vanity. She plugs in a hair dryer she starts drying her trying to be careful around her sensitive ears. She starts deciding what she wants to do tonight or maybe who. For Talia sure is someone she thinks in her head as her blonde curls dance around her face. Maybe she will just get a drink and dance maybe she’ll dance with a stranger the night is still young after all.

Once Bonnie is done putting on her clothes, a tight cropped t-shirt with glitter on that she took from Talia and blue booty shorts that are just above her belly button. She grabs her cigarettes and lighter tucking them into the waistband of her shorts and starts walking to Andrew's trailer with her yellow radio in hand. Bonnie walks the steps then knocks as hard she can on the door.

Bonnie hears it’s open and slams open the door as loud as she can, which makes the sleepy Andrew jump. Andrew's trailer is a lot like Bonnie’s except with a lot more stolen trinkets, he has a bed in the corner of the room with a wood frame (stolen) and a blue duvet(stolen from a Macy’s). The bed is a twin but still has room for two if you catch her drift, he has a Marblo poster hanging from his bed, and across from that on the wall of the trailer, he has two very old grandma couches. A brown coffee sits in front of the couch with two bongs and a rolling tray, he has dime bags lined up on the table, weed, ketamine, and other illegal substances in small bags.

Andrew is lying down on one of the said grandma couches with his head resting on the armchair another joint smoking in his mouth. Bonnie places the small speaker down on the counter and walks over to his fridge without even saying hi. She sticks her whole head in the fridge looking through it hadn’t been clean since stolen fridge, her ass sticking out of the fridge her cotton tail twitching against the coldness of the fridge. Andrew with turns his head to Bonnie, he smirks “nice ass bunny” he wolf whistles, “shut up” Bonnie says slightly annoyed but she still hiding her smile in the fridge.

Andrew takes a big drag of his joint, “That’s not what you said last time bunny” Andrew starts rubbing his body and mimics moaning “Oh Andrew keep going push it in de-“he’s cut off by the sound of the fridge slamming shut. “Do you wanna get cut the fuck up?” Bonnie says flushed, holding two sweating beers in hand. Andrew puts his hands back at his side, joint still spewing smoke, “that’s what I thought.”

Bonnie walks over to his kitchen and starts to rummage through his kitchen drawers. “Why do you even keep your beer in the back of the fridge?” Bonnie complains. She finds the bottle opener and pops the beers open. “To keep bunnies like you from stealing my liquor” Bonnie stares at Andrew for a second from this angle she can see the little scuff he has at the bottom of his chin, she rolls her eyes what a white boy she thought.

Bonnie starts walking over to Andrew beers in hand as she walks she can hear something, Andrew starts grunting in pain his body starts to shake. Bonnie rushes over to him placing the beers on the coffee table, she crouches down to his level, she’s seen it a hundred times before and she’ll probably see it again Tomorrow. He holds his hands against his head, he’s now screaming in pain he’s even sweating from the pain. Bonnie sees the dark brown ears sprout from his head, she then sees the Blonde to dark brown tail sprout, it’s swishing in between his legs.

Andrew starts to calm down once the shift is down he’s painting heavily now, you can even see his teeth are a bit sharper, and his nails a little longer. He hits his fist on the couch cushion, “Fuck this stupid fucking curse!” Bonnie caresses his head to calm him down.

Andrew is different from other anomalies he was born a werewolf, but unlike other werewolves, he is cursed. Normal werewolves are born with their ears and tails and can shift fully into their wolf form. But for as long as Andrew can remember he was different only shifting at night not knowing what would happen to him or what he’d become.

Bonnie stands up straight and grabs the beer bottles from behind her. Andrew sits up and rubs his temples cursing under his breath, Bonnie turns around beer in hand, and shakes the beer in his face. Andrew swiftly takes it and starts chugging it. Bonnie sits down next to him with a small thud slamming herself into the couch. Andrew jumps a little from the impact.

They both take swings of their beers in total silence between the two, only the radio blasting music, you don’t hold no rank the music echoes through the trailer. Bonnie turns to Andrew finally breaking the silence, “at least you didn’t go full wolf this time” she says sympathetically. Andrew puts his head in his hands, “yeah you're right” he runs his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “You wanna help me finish packing all my shit?” He asks gesturing over to his stash. “I’ll give you like a quarter cut too,” he says shaking the substances in her face.

Bonnie gives him a small smile a sure passing through her lips. Andrew brings out jars filled with green and a little brick, he places them on the table and they start to pack and measure. Bonnie takes a deeper notice of his appearance, he’s your typical druggie she thinks, his hair is ruff and messy, and he’s wearing a loose band t and an Army green trench coat with little parts ripped or straight torn off.

After a while of weighing weed and other drugs Bonnie’s bunny ears twitch towards the door. With a big slam the door swings open Talia walks in piercings shining in the fluorescent light. Talia sighs, turns around closes the door as gently as she came in, even though she is not in her trailer she starts stripping immediately, taking off her beanie covering her cat ears, her oversized black corduroy coat which hides an white tube top, then her baggy denim pants unleashing her tail and last her black face mask.

Talia stretches out her limbs much like a cat would, her black tail uncurling and her ears standing on edge. Now she’s in nothing but her black underwear and black tube top. Talia gives the two druggies a head nod, Bonnie gives a small sup and Andrew acnolges her with a head nod with the blunt pouting smoke. Andrew looks up at her away from the drug “You could have knocked you know” he complains, “for all you know, we could have been fucking” Andrew goes back to measuring. “I heard you to fuck before your not the quietest” Talia chimes with a sinker. She walks over to Andrew, her stomach dangerously close to his head, “Aww they grew back” Talia starts scratching Andrew's ears, his face morphing into pure pleasure, he starts to lean into her cat claws even rubbing his head against them. Bonnie jumps in her seat “Oooh me next me next” her bunny ears twitching. Talia gives a small laugh a smile bringing on her face.

“Hey, would you wanna go to the tiger's den with us tonight?” Bonnie asks still witnessing the sight, Andrew now has his face nuzzled into Talia's stomach, and she’s now rubbing his face and his ears. “Sure I’m just gonna steal Andrews's shower first” Andrews's eyes pop open he has now realized what he’s doing, he stops for a moment and looks up at Talia, but he doesn’t pull away, “would you wanna get ready in my trailer,” Talia asks not really caring, still petting his pretty head. “For sure, mine is a mess” They continue for a bit going back and forth Talia complaining about a client that wouldn’t stop moving then Bonnie, talking about the guy today. Andrew just sitting there in his world not a care in the world.

Once Talia had enough, she looked down at a very tired Andrew, “Can I use your shower, Randy Andy.” He gives a very tired nod and ever so gently Talia lowers him to the armrest of his couch. Bonnie mouths Talia “I’m gonna steal his booze” Talia nods enthusiastically, “Meet me in my trailer” she mouths. Bonnie chugs her now empty beer bottle, she tries to tiptoe along with Talia, who’s now trying to tiptoe to the bathroom. Bonnie ends up raiding Andrew's booze supplies, but the sleeping Andrew is blissfully unaware. Snoring a little even, Bonnie tip toes, to the door, her hand waving over Andrew's face making sure he’s sleeping. She closes the door every so gently and makes her way to the pink trailer.

Andrew still lays down blissfully unaware, of his liquor being drained from his stash. Talia walks out of the shower in of course Andrew's towel wrapped around herself. She then steals a pair of boxers and an oversized t-shirt from his collection, everything being stolen right underneath his nose Andrews still snoozing with a mouth open this time snoring loudly.

She starts to walk out of the trailer barefoot, closing the door with a slight crash. Talia then hears an even loud radio playing wiz Khalifa, what the fuck? She thought as she stomped to her pastel trailer, feeling the dirt and grass beneath her feat her tail swaying in the wind. “Oh hell nah get that old shit out of here!” She yells as she slams open the trailer doors closing it behind her.

It’s not an unusual sight for her to see, Bonnie lying down on her stomach rolling something on her bed. “Don’t dis the wiz” Bonnie says licking the rolling paper. Bonnie nudges her head to Talia's white pastel amour all types of liquor sweating there. “You couldn’t put a coaster down or something, unlike some people I pay for my furniture” Talia Sass brings up the amount of stolen shit we have. She’s always been anal about her room, probably because it’s the first time in a while she’s had one. Her trailer while not as big as the others was filled to the brim with frills and pastels. Hell, even the walls are pink, a canopy bed lies in the corner with sheer white floating above the bed. Frilly pillows and plushies lay on her bed with hot pink sheets. She also has pink carpets lining the floor and a small white vanity with a huge oval mirror against the wall.

Talia grabs the tequila bottle taking a big swing. She sits next to Bonnie who has now finished rolling, Talia passes the bottle to Bonnie, once she takes the clear blue bottle, Talia lays on Bonnie’s lower back, her wet hair tickling Bonnie’s lower back. Bonnie places the tequila bottle next to the bed and reaches into her shorts waistband pulling out a small pink lighter. With a spark, it blazes bright against the darkness of the room. Bonnie puts the bright flame against the joint, she starts smoking with ease coughing with the first puff. “I forgot how strong his shit was” Bonnie wheezes a bit, she then hands the smoking blunt to Talia who passes with a head turn she reaches for the tequila bottle and takes another deep swing the bottle sloshing about.

Bonnie rolls her eyes at the feline, “Well once this hits I’m gonna get ready” She takes another deep hit of her joint, and Bonnie lets the smoke lull out of her mouth the smokey clouds surrounding her lush face. Bonnie lifts her head her bunny ears spinning right up. “Can I please, ever so please borrow your huge ass hoops, please please.” Bonnie puts her hands together begging and giving Talia the puppy dog eyes or bunny eyes, “Yeah but I swear To god if you lose them”

“Oh trust me I won’t,” Bonnie says hitting her blunt thinking about what the night has in store.

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noirshadow · 2 years

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International Relations - Ch 3

AO3 - 1 | 2 | 3

A/N: Hi all, please enjoy! Just a quick note on TW, that there is some reference in this chapter to Andrew's self-harm. Stop at the final page separator if you want to avoid. ❤️

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Neil woke with a sleeping Andrew curled up under his arm. The last couple days of USA training had been relatively uneventful if some near misses with Andrew and the two assholes from Court were considered standard. However, they had survived and had made it back to Foxhole Court in one piece.

Now, in his own tiny twin bed, Neil’s arm numbed with pins and needles prickling all the way down from his shoulder to the tips of his fingers. Somehow, he didn’t mind. The heat and solidity of Andrew against him was like a weighted blanket, a comfort. Neil would have loved to sleep a bit longer, immersing himself fully in Andrew’s familiar scent of minty pine and cigarettes, but he couldn’t stay asleep. The thought of having to convince Kevin to stay was dogging him. It had been dogging him. At the time, a mere couple of days ago, when he had convinced Andrew, Neil was brimming with confidence. He had endured worse; he had gone up against Riko and the Ravens and had won. Surely in this instance, Andrew would have been more difficult to convince than Kevin. Still now, in the silent early hours of the day— left to his own thoughts— he wasn’t so sure.

While seemingly ever so slightly more agreeable than Andrew, Exy was Kevin’s entire life. Staying with the Foxes would be holding back Kevin when his only goal in life was to make Court. What could Neil say that could make him change his mind?

The weak winter sun began to stream in, creating a wedge of light across Andrew’s face. Neil softened at the halcyon image. He could worry about all this later. He should enjoy this rare precious moment while it lasted. Ever since Kevin’s Court announcement, Andrew had been unpredictable and cranky. The nighttime was Neil’s only respite from Andrew’s churlish behavior. He understood the reasoning but it didn’t make it any less easy to bear. He turned his face inward to breathe in as much of Andrew as he could.

He was so peaceful like this. His face was smooth as a tranquil lake. There were no furrows, no wrinkles, he was completely unburdened by the weight and scars he carried through the waking day. Neil wished Andrew could be this light, this undisturbed by the torment of his past all the time. Unable to help himself, he gently swept his finger across Andrew’s high cheekbone, right where it was illuminated. Andrew stirred slightly, turning into him. Eyes still closed, his face nuzzled in to bury itself into Neil’s neck.

Muffled, Andrew muttered thickly, “Why are you always so annoying? 95% right now.”

Despite his words, the corner of his mouth pulled upward slightly as he continued to feign sleep. Neil leaned down to kiss the top of his blond crown, the ascending sunlight, like Midas’ touch, turning it and his whole face gold. Andrew snuggled into Neil’s neck and the brush of his breath on Neil’s skin sparked a curl of heat from deep inside. The dormant embers of want stoked by Andrew’s very touch.

Andrew’s mouth, still warm from sleep, pressed onto the column of Neil’s neck. Neil ran his fingers through Andrew’s hair, entangling them. Guiding his head, he tilted Andrew’s face up toward him and brought his own lips to meet his. It was slow and deliberate, just as Neil wanted. Their mouths moved in sync, there is a ferocity instilled as their desire increased. He needed air but he didn’t want to pull away. He couldn’t pull away. Finally, Neil had to release. They both caught their breaths, while Neil refused to let go—their foreheads remained cemented together.

“Isn’t this a great way to start the day? You should be thanking me,” Neil teased, still a bit breathless.

“Just shut up and kiss me again,” Andrew barked, decisively pulling Neil on top of him.

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They had Belmonte in their first bracket again. After returning from that first week of USA training, they had almost a full week to get organized before the first Spring Championship games the following weekend. It was lucky they had the buffer. Just from the week with USA, Neil had been playing in a completely different formation than with the Foxes. Team USA were all highly-trained individuals with different styles struggling to piece together how the wider team fit around them. The Foxes were smooth, a true team, and everyone fit together to create the great end result. No one was above anyone else. Even with the newbies, it was seamless and arguably, even easy. Everyone watched each other’s backs.

However, there was another noticeable difference that stemmed from the original Foxes team. Neil marveled at how much difference a year made. They were nervous, yes, just not the same level as before. With a title win under their belt, the team had confidence. There was trust in each other, that if they did their best, they could win.

Saturday’s game was almost as routine as they came. It was an easy win and Neil, Andrew and Kevin got a much needed break for most of the last period. The second half of the game was mostly the newbies getting their chance and although still a bit jittery as a team, they managed to squeak through for a 8-5 win with their new striker, James, bagging two goals.

“Come on in, guys.” Wymack had asked the three USA players to stay behind after the game. As they filed into the office, Dan waved from the hallway and motioned to her watch. Neil nodded in understanding. The whole team was headed to Columbia after. Nicky had suggested it earlier in the week as it would be their last time in a while with Spring Championships on, as well as the looming USA trainings for the three of them. It would be a long while before they had a free weekend for the long drive up.

Andrew stood by the door, bored already, and Neil sat on the sofa expectantly as Coach hovered at the front of the room. A few minutes later, Kevin came in, closing the door behind him. He had been with Allison doing press and only just returned.

“Got some USA team news while we were playing earlier. Didn’t want to tell you during the game and distract you,” Wymack said, grunting softly as he eased down onto the edge of the desk.

Kevin’s eyes immediately darted up toward Wymack, attempting to discern the news from his expression. Andrew’s face remained placid as he stared at nothing at all on the wall. Neil tried and failed to catch Andrew’s eye, Shrugging slightly, he couldn’t help feeling curious about the vague announcement and quickly returned his gaze to the coach.

“Richardson and Patel got injured in their games this weekend. They’re out for the rest of the season and the summer.”

Neil’s brain whirred as he remembered Devon and Ajay at training last week. Prior to that, he hadn’t known them well at all save on a few old game tapes. Devon was a decent backliner, though in his opinion, didn’t hold a candle to Jean or the others. Ajay, however, was a great striker. This was going to be interesting.

“So, Neil,” Coach remarked, bringing Neil’s attention back to reality. “Looks like you will be part of the strike team after all.”

Arms crossed, Wymack’s eyes bore on Neil, who nodded in recognition and turned to meet Kevin’s gaze. They had talked about Neil focusing on striker but hadn’t expected it to be quite so easy. Of course it was always a tragedy when anyone got injured, though this news, somehow, seemed to be a blessing in disguise. This news left Neil as the only other true striker on the team besides Kevin. Various dealers could sub in as needed but without Ajay, he was definitely guaranteed decent play time.

“This is a bit of a lucky break for you. No more fucking around with defense like last year. Complete commitment to striker, got it?” The sharp words were just as much for Kevin as they were for him. Neil knew he was good and only getting better as they trained. Andrew had told him last year that he couldn’t play like Kevin and nor should he try. He only had just started coming to terms with that and putting it into practice. It had taken a bit to get Kevin on board as well, having the calculated Ravens regimen so deeply ingrained. Kevin, knowing that Neil’s training was in his hands, seemed to have taken the words seriously. His jaw clenched in resolve as he met Wymack’s eye in understanding.

“Ok, that’s it. Now, hit the showers.”

Neil got up and followed Andrew’s path out, who had disappeared out the door as quickly as Coach had dismissed them. By the time he got to the locker room, Andrew was already in the shower.

Neil knew he had to start figuring stuff out. The only time he was getting a hospitable Andrew was in those early mornings with just them. As quickly as the nights faded into dawn, so did Andrew’s good moods, evaporating by the time they got out of bed. His dark attitude was starting to take a toll on everyone. Since they got back from Texas, Renee had tried and failed multiple times to ask both Andrew and Neil about Andrew’s attitude. It was such a reversion to last year that it took everyone by surprise. The poor newbies didn’t know what hit them.

If they were going to be able to focus clearly on Spring and then World, he would need to get Andrew out of his funk. At this rate, his bad temper would not only ruin World, but the rest of the collegiate season too. Neil had to do some serious damage control. And with that, he would need to try to catch Kevin.

There was one small problem though. Thea had come back into town with them so Neil hadn’t been able to catch a moment alone with Kevin, who had been spending any free time and every night with her. Honestly, part of Neil was dreading the conversation and Kevin’s distance gave him time to think. He didn’t know how it would go and Kevin could be beyond talking to at this point, especially with Thea in town whispering in his other ear. He very well could have already made a decision. Still, Neil would have to try. For Andrew, for the Foxes.

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The cars pulled up to the front of Eden’s Twilight around 10pm and the group piled out, stretching, after the long car ride. They had skipped ice cream this evening given their late departure. Nicky, Dan and Allison beelined for the bar, no doubt attempting to make up for lost time, and Neil caught a glimpse of Roland’s highlighted hair toward the far end of the counter. Kevin motioned for Neil to follow him to find a table and Renee and Matt trudged behind, chatting animatedly.

“Shots, everyone!” Dan hollered cheerfully, cautiously setting down a round tray, evenly arranged with fifteen shots. Perfect timing as the new recruits finally made it over to the table and squeezed in. It had taken a lot of begging from Neil and Dan for Andrew to reluctantly let them come to Columbia in order to further foster team bonding.

Now, Neil looked around at this ragtag found family as Dan handed out the shots, careful to not spill as she handed one to each teammate. “Cheers, Foxes! To the championship!” Dan yelled, trying to be heard above the pulse-pounding music.

Neil found Andrew across the table and grinned at him with his raised glass before throwing his shot back. The burn of the tequila stung as it went down, but also brought everything more into focus. Everything felt sharper as the burn turned into a spreading warmth. He still didn’t drink as often as the other monsters yet, he enjoyed it more now when he did.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of shots, more shots, dancing and general merriment. Neil was happy to get to know some of the newbies more. However, by the end of the night, two of them had already tapped out earlier in the evening, trying to keep up with the older Foxes’ drinking volume.

Back at the cousins’ house, the two passed out newbies were laying in a pile with their sleeping bags in a corner of the living room floor. Saint that she was, Renee had taken them back early. She came out to greet the rest of them, carrying a pile of wrapped fast food burgers on a plate. Sleeping bags and bedding were laid out across the rest of the living room floor and on the two sofas. Everyone ate to stave off their budding hangovers and then got ready for bed. Neil signaled his exit to the rest of the team downstairs before following Andrew up to his room.

While not being outwardly drunk, given the sheer volume of alcohol that Andrew consumed, he was out in seconds, his hand lay haphazardly sprawled on Neil’s stomach. Neil closed his eyes, the warm weight of Andrew on him and the simple proximity to him acting as a calming sedative. He didn’t know how it happened, with so much on his mind, nevertheless before Neil knew it, he was asleep.

It was several hours later when he woke up with a start. Neil blinked and his eyes roved, trying to remember where he was. His eyes, acclimatizing to the dark, found the black mass that was Andrew, who had turned toward the wall and was still completely out. By the tiny sliver of light breaking free through the edge of the curtain, Neil could see a graying morning peeking through. They had gotten in late so he guessed it was already 5 or 6 am.

Neil slid out carefully from the queen bed—a luxury they did not get at Palmetto—and grabbed Andrew’s black Foxes hoodie from the chair. The whole house was still, everyone asleep, but he knew the person he sought would be awake. Navigating gently around all the sleeping Foxes in the living room, he went over to the back door and quietly pulled it open. On top of the wooden picnic table that sat in the overgrown jungle of the backyard, Kevin Day was staring out at the gray sky. Orange streaks marbled the sky, like lightning, as the sun began its ascent from the horizon.

Kevin didn’t acknowledge his entrance and nor did Neil say anything. He simply popped himself onto the other end of the picnic table. They hadn’t spoken much at all since they had all returned from Texas and certainly not privately.

After a while, Kevin’s question punctured the still air. “How pissed are you guys?” Kevin inquired, not bothering to look at Neil. He hadn’t expected Kevin to speak so soon and had planned on sitting in silence until he was ready.

“Pissed? That’s the wrong word, I think. Just surprised, I guess.” Neil snuck a glance over to his friend and saw he continued to look straight ahead, staring at an invisible speck in the distance. His dark hair shone like amber honey as the dawn broadened its halo.

“It wasn’t like I sought it out, you know. Thea has been working on it for months and with this tournament going, Coach Madden wasn’t hard to convince.”

“Look, Kevin. No need to explain. I know it’s what you always wanted. And I’m not here to stop you. If anything, and I should have said this sooner — I’m super happy for you — and in fact, I’m incredibly proud. You have worked so hard for this and you deserve it.”

Startled, Kevin finally turned and inadvertently met Neil’s eyes. Wide-eyed, he studied Neil’s face thoroughly as if expecting it to be a sick joke. Neil didn’t think Kevin would have imagined that either of them would actually be happy for him and he felt bad that he hadn’t told Kevin until now. That must have weighed on Kevin, too. Especially with Andrew, Kevin knew that he would have only seen it as nothing but a betrayal. However, Neil wasn’t Andrew and Andrew also wasn’t the same guy from a year ago.

“Don’t look so shocked,” Neil deadpanned. “I am – we are – happy for you. Seriously. Andrew may not say it, but I know he is. And actually, this is what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Neil hesitated, as a nervous Kevin waited expectantly. “Like I said, I’m not trying to stop you. But I have an alternate option for you.”

His head tilting, Kevin’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. Neil pressed on, “I-I gave myself to you last year, gave you my game, and I want to see it through. All the way to the end and cash out. I want to get to Court too, you know this, and the three of us can. Together. Andrew and I can’t make it if you leave now.”

Kevin made no movement and his puzzled face settled into blank impassiveness. Was this a fruitless endeavor? Neil let out a big sigh and continued, “I know it’s selfish. But we need you. We are a team, aren’t we? We can all make it to Court if you stick with us.”

Swallowing deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing, Kevin met his eye. The green in them were a depthless emerald, flickering darker as the cogs churned in his mind.

“You act like it’s an easy decision for me. It’s not. You know I am thinking about these things, right? What Andrew has done for me. What you have. I’m being pulled in two opposite directions and I don’t know what to choose.” Kevin’s eyes lowered.

“Then, choose the Foxes. Choose us. I made a deal with Andrew. He will commit, play 100% for the next three years. Then, all of us can make Court together. If he plays to his full potential, we both know how good he can be. And you know by now that we are more than a regular team. You also know there is more than just skills that make a player. Everything we have been through, together, makes us better than the most talented player. It’s the stuff that can’t be taught.”

Extending a hand outward, Neil concluded, switching to French for added emphasis, “I promised you my game for last year. Now, here is me committing to the next three years and beyond. We will win everything there is to win, starting this summer, and go on to Court. Together. What do you say, Kevin?”

Head raising slightly, Kevin’s eyes flicked to the hand and he wavered, gulping deeply. Neil understood he was putting him on the spot, yet he had to. They were out of time soon and Neil needed Kevin to know how important, how serious this was to him.

Grimly, Kevin’s mouth tightened into a thin line. After a moment, he resolutely gripped Neil’s hand. “Ok. I trust you. I’ll stay.”

Neil grinned, more in relief than anything else. “And…” Kevin continued, himself switching to French. Neil balked, expecting a catch.

“And to be clear, it’s not like I don’t know, you know. I know how good we are together. How much better you two make me. Exy is super important to me, it’s always been the only thing in my life. And now…and now, so are you guys. I am struggling to make room for both.” Kevin trailed off quietly.

A sense of affection or something like it washed over Neil. He knew every single one of the other Foxes cared about the group but he hadn’t ever heard it from Kevin. And even though everyone cared, somehow he had always felt like there was more at stake for himself than anyone else. In actuality, Kevin was the same. He was someone else who had come from nothing, and who didn’t know what it was like to have a real family, until he came to the Foxes.

This moment felt huge. Like they were planning out their lives. Maybe it wouldn’t all come true but this was a conscious decision they were making. To go for it. And Neil had, of course, secretly dreamed of this for his future. Internally, yes, though it had never been uttered out loud. Until now. Declared it into the universe. It made it feel real. This was a deal for life. — —

Later that day, after dinner at the dining commons with the others, Neil found Andrew on the roof, cigarette hanging precariously from the edge of his mouth. He had skipped dinner. Now, he sat, one leg was up and his arm was propped, outstretched, on top of his knee. A half-empty bottle of vodka sat next to him.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

“Can’t you take a hint? I come up here to be alone.” The words were crisp, their edges sharp like broken glass, yet he threw the pack of cigarettes to Neil as he sat down.

Andrew had come a long way from the sullen, aggressive version of himself from last year but the trauma was hard to remove completely. Neil was used to it now. He knew the meanness wasn’t real, it was just a front, a shield. Since last year, Andrew had finally learned to trust Neil, to reluctantly start trusting the others, yet it would take years to chip away from the battle-hardened, seemingly unmovable wall that he had built up.

“You should know by now that I can’t take a hint,” Neil replied loftily, exhaling a plume of smoke. He grabbed the vodka bottle and uncapped it, taking a quick swig and letting the burning liquid wash through him.

Scowling, Andrew grabbed the vodka bottle, swilling it before setting it down. He flicked away the burning end of his cigarette toward the edge of the roof and lit another.

“Andrew,” Neil said, softening, “You know you can talk to me, right? I know when something is bothering you. This is about Kevin, isn’t it. You can’t sulk forever and just never talk about it.”

Making no motion to speak, Andrew continued to suck on his cigarette like it was giving him breath.

“Ok, well if you aren’t going to speak then I will. I spoke to Kevin. He agreed to stay.”

He still didn’t speak, simply sucking on his cigarette, the only sound his gentle exhales. Neil waited, knowing that Andrew was processing.

“What changed?” Andrew said, finally.

“You know he hadn’t decided yet, right? He just told us and was still deliberating. It wasn’t as easy of a choice as you thought it would be.” Neil inched to sit closer to Andrew. He fingered the black bandages across Andrew’s arms.

“He cares about you, you know. We both do. Let me in. Let us both in. I know it’s hard and you’re trying — know that we aren’t going anywhere.” With a whisper, Neil added, “And we wouldn’t hurt you.”

Neil didn’t know what more to say. With his incessant validation, there was really not much more he could do to prove to Andrew that he was sticking around. He suspected that deep down, Andrew knew. It would just be awhile until he could recognize it as truth, having been burned so many times and with having had such a longstanding and deep distrust of people for so long. That wall he had built up had turned rock solid and wouldn’t come down easily. Neil could only repeat himself so much. It was up to Andrew to make the decision for himself that he could let people in.

“Kevin will stay. You’ll try at Exy and we will make it to Court together. Three more years. First at Palmetto winning everything under the sun – starting with World this summer, then onto Court.”

There was silence from Andrew. He didn’t speak and nor did he try to move. The burning cigarette ash growing longer as his hand remained still. Neil’s fingers picked at the edges of Andrew’s wraps. While the knives were gone, this was one of the last physical remnants of the shields he wore. In his dogged scratching, the frayed edge peeled slightly.

Andrew stiffened visibly but didn’t bat Neil’s hand away. Neil met Andrew’s gaze. The look he threw back wasn’t angry, it was scared. Neil could feel Andrew’s pulse quicken through the wraps. He was pushing the boundary here yet Neil felt it was the only way. This corporeal act, a metaphor for the psychological one.

“Please,” Neil murmured. “Trust me.”

Tenderly, Neil slowly started to unwrap the tight bandages. As they loosened, he could almost feel something inside Andrew visibly loosen. First one arm, then the next. The bandages unraveled into a pile beneath them, an onyx pool. The scarred skin beneath was even more pale than the rest of him.

Neil had seen them many times at this point, still it didn’t hurt him any less every time. His heart ached, as he thought about how bad young Andrew’s pain was that caused him to do this, as what he thought was his only means to relief from the real world. Neil’s fingers gently caressed the bare skin, tracing the ice white scars. He steadily brought one arm up toward his face and kissed every single scar, pressing the raised marks to his lips.

He set the arm gently back down on Andrew’s lap. Eying Andrew, Neil’s eyes flashed. Hoping to give him strength.

Andrew shakily reached out a slim finger to trace one of his own self-inflicted scars. As he drew along each one, it etched an identical scar across Neil’s heart. He wouldn’t let Andrew bear it alone. Not anymore. He tentatively put his hand over Andrew’s, his warm hand on Andrew’s cold one and let him guide him across all of the scars. “There,” Neil said. “I can see all of you now.”

Andrew leaned over and kissed Neil slowly. Releasing, he kept his face inches from Neil’s, hazel eyes meeting his gaze.

“You always have.”

#noirshadow writes #fanfic #aftg fic #aftg #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game #fic: international relations #the foxhole court #foxes on tour

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accursed-vagabond · 2 months

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you have to help dio in the annoying blonde poll he's losing so bad

this is such a funny ask to get but thanks for reminding me, i forgot about that bracket 🫡🫡🫡

#ask #dio vlr

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annoyingblondebracket · 4 months

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Round 2 | Poll 10

~ Note: This poll is being done out of a genuine love and affection for these types of characters! Please keep that in mind when adding commentary.

Propaganda under the cut!

Million Knives:

~ Idiot managed to sleep through his adoptive mother’s inspirational speech about not giving up hope for humanity to better itself, internalized his trauma to an insane degree, and then decided that he had to commit genocide.

~ He just be following Vash around… killing everyone… speaking all snobby and playing his piano like he’s the most important guy in the world (note: he genuinely believes he’s the most important guy in the world). Named himself Millions Knives bc he thought it sounded cool. He doesn’t even HAVE A MILLION KNIVES (in most iterations).

Vash:

~ Oh, where to start. He’s loud and he’s a pacifist despite having a massive bounty on his head which causes problems for everyone and he acts like he’s not taking anything seriously and he’s SUCH a babygirl. he did the anime girl late to school run with an entire sandwich hanging out of his mouth while he was being shot at. he’s even bisexual.

~ He exaggerates his foolish characteristics to make people feel un-threatened and make people think that there’s no way he could be that wanted man with the bounty on his head.

~ He’s a silly goose in a way that torments the serious geese around him. Loves to yell “love and peace” for no reason. he’s just a little guy (except for the horrors)

#💛 | polls #💛 | round two #annoying blonde bracket #million knives #vash the stampede #trigun #disclaimer: only using the 1998 designs bc i prefer the art style <3 so dont let it influence ur vote

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blond-jerk-tourney · 7 months

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Strawberry Bracket: Round 1, Poll 10

Propaganda from submitters Under Cut

Char Aznable

He's extremely blonde and he's a total asshole. he has had a gay thing with 2 people and tried to kill both of them. he makes a new identity and its arguably more blonde and more of an asshole. look up Quattro Bajeena

Snooty little motherfucker supreme. "I have never betrayed anyone in my life" says man who spent his whole career lying to people. He's in love with his rival and he won't admit it. He's my silly rabbit. He is the "I came here to laugh at you" guy

Isobe

Annoying jerk who picks on and bullies the protagonist for being poor.

#strawberry bracket #strawberry bracket round 1 #polls #tournament polls #char aznable #quattro bajeena #mobile suit gundam #gundam #kamisama kiss #kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss isobe #blond jerk tournament

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cantfuckbracket · 1 year

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Can't Fuck Bracket. Round 1, Side B

Steven Merrick (The Old Guard) versus Denji (Chainsaw Man)

[ID: The unfuckable pride flag overlaid with the "no bitches" meme. Over it are pictures of the contestants. Merrick is a white man with big ears and eyes very close together; and Denji has short blond hair and is shown with his eyes bulging out and covered in blood. Over them are sparkles and a heart with a butt, and in between them are peach emojis crossed out with the word "vs" in them. End ID]

Propaganda:

Steven Merrick: "British rich evil ugly AND annoying. Introduces himself as 'Steven Merrick, youngest CEO in Pharma'. Couldn't get less fuckable if he tried"

Denji: "Because denji is simply too stupid to be honest" / "his entire motivation is that he wants to have sex. It's been 127 chapters and guess what hasn't happened"

#the old guard #tog #chainsaw man #csm #steven merrick #denji #denji hayakawa #denji csm #polls

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andypantsx3 · 3 years

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statistically significant | 3 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

note: I cannot overemphasize that this interpretation of Bakugou is based on season 1 Bakugou, which means he behaves very questionably at the beginning. Please heed the warnings!

The next Monday found you anxiously nursing a coffee, carefully looking over Bakugou’s latest results.

You’d let the model retrain overnight, just to get a more up-to-date picture of Bakugou’s work, and you’d barely slept a wink while it ran, fretting over your first meeting with him. After waking up earlier than ever, you’d found yourself restless all morning, so you’d made your way into Miruko’s agency well ahead of schedule and had spent your time since sucking down coffees and eyeing Bakugou’s assist and rescue scores warily. They still sat well beneath his kill and capture scorings, and you mentally braced yourself for the near impossibility of getting him to prioritize those aspects of his work.

With Mina’s help, you’d been able to con him into working with you. But just because he’d agreed to your bet, you were not stupid enough to think that meant he was going to make anything easy for you.

Bakugou, for his part, seemed the very antithesis of nervous when he met you in the surveillance room. He barged into your makeshift office mid-morning, looking well-rested if annoyed. The door banged loudly off the opposite wall and rebounded closed with a slam that rattled the AV equipment.

“Let’s get this over with,” Bakugou growled, throwing himself down in the seat opposite you. He was dressed in dark training clothes--simple athletic fabrics that suggested that he meant to book it to a training room the second he was done with you. His whole manner suggested you should keep things short.

You sat frozen, fingers paused over your laptop keys. “...Good morning to you too.”

He looked at you incredulously, blonde eyebrows raising. “I didn’t fucking come here for small talk. Get on with it, nerd.”

You suppressed a twitch of irritation, looking away from him where he sat in an agitated pile of strong lines and tense muscle. God you hoped this was all going to be worth it, at the end of things.

You sighed and clicked into the model results screen, knowing it was only going to work him into a lather if you pressed him on social niceties. “Okay, so I did some analysis--”

“Big fucking surprise.”

“--and,” you continued loudly, “as you well know, you need to adjust certain priorities on the field.”

A scoff issued from his direction. “I don’t need to adjust shit.”

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. He was literally here to discuss adjusting shit. What was the point of him being so defensive?

You eyed him speculatively, taking in the oppositional slant to his broad shoulders, the thin slash of his mouth as he regarded you irritably. Your observations from last week floated to the forefront of your mind, that this was a man who would not easily do anything he didn’t want to do. And it was clear he did not actually want to do this--he had only been baited into it by the grace of his meddling, pink-haired friend.

You mentally resolved to play as nice as you possibly could, to minimize the amount of fussing from his side of things.

“As I think I explained last year,” you began carefully, “the model I train relies on a set of weights, and you’re ranked on that. Your work is divided up into categories: public perception, kills, captures, property damage, rescues, and now assists. Some of those categories are weighted more heavily than others, so if you do well in them, you’ll outperform your peers in the rankings who do just as well in other categories.”

Blood red eyes darted up to a monitor as you projected your laptop screen onto it, the model results translated into neatly organized and color-coded graphs.

“You are unmatched in kills, fairly unmatched in captures as well, and you’ve kept property damage to a surprising minimum in the last few years considering your quirk. You’re also wildly popular, particularly with young people, according to public polls.”

You glossed over the fact that his appearance probably had a lot to do with it, considering the tidal wave of interest from the female bracket of respondents. The fact especially did not bear thinking about when he was alone in a tiny office with you, bare arms and the hard planes of his chest displayed prominently in his training gear.

“Just fucking---out with it,” Bakugou demanded, turning to glare at you again. “I don’t have all damn day.”

The tiniest hint of smoke and sweetness hit your nose as he leaned closer, and you pushed away from him, baring your palms in the universal gesture for peace.

“Okay, okay. So you’re good at those things, but your rescue scores need work, and your assist score puts you in the top ten least cooperative heroes in the entire industry,” you explained, watching as a muscle in his jaw jumped in obvious irritation. “Rescues are the highest weighted category in the rankings model, and assists are the third highest. So no matter how good you are in other areas, you will not surpass anyone who performs well in these categories.”

Bakugou made an annoyed sound, his brows drawing together. “Quit fucking talking to me like I’m a baby. I fucking know--tell me exactly what your fucking nerd-ass model needs me to do and I’ll fucking do it.”

You breathed out of your nose very slowly, quelling the rising tide of annoyance within you. Everything out of his mouth was so abrupt and demanding.

Software engineers, picture the software engineers.

“Okay so I ran deeper analyses on those two categories and compared your movements with generalized results from the top ten heroes from each category,” you continued.

“The thing that stood out in terms of rescues, is that you were almost twice as fast as other heroes to leap into combat with a villain. This means you’re spending less time assessing the situation than other heroes, and therefore spending less time processing victims. So if I had to make a recommendation here, it’s that you should actively look for civilians before jumping into a fight. You might still find that the smarter thing to do is leap into the fight instead of evacuating them, but you at least need to slow down before you do.”

The crease between his brows erased itself and he leaned back in his chair, tension bleeding out of him somewhat, which was--unexpected. You’d have thought he’d get more defensive as you explained his shortcomings to him.

“Fine,” he said shortly. “What else?”

You pulled up two videos and projected them side by side, bright little clusters of dots collected over the location of each hero. “For assists, it looks like when you’re in range of other heroes, you actually do help, at least a little. I only found an issue when I generalized results from the top ten in this category and ran calculations about their movements in comparison to yours.”

You let the videos play, watching Bakugou’s eyes track the movements with unblinking precision. He said nothing as you let the loop repeat, the tense lines of his body inexplicably unravelling even further with each loop. He looked as close to relaxed as you had ever seen him.

After a few loops, he finally let out a scoff. “Those needy fucks stick closer to other heroes,” he concluded gruffly. “That’s what the dots are tracking.”

You nodded. “On average, you move three times farther away from other heroes on scene than the top ten heroes do. So you’re less likely to be in range to help.”

He rolled a powerful shoulder, unwittingly drawing your eyes straight to it. You gave your leg an annoyed pinch under the table, forcing your gaze back up to his face once you realized what you were doing.

“So I have to look for weaklings and stay closer to these b-list fucking clowns, that’s what you’re telling me?” he prompted, running a hand through his mess of blonde hair. It looked unexpectedly soft under his fingers.

You drew your eyes away from him again, focusing hard on the relief you were feeling that he seemed to be processing and internalizing your feedback. “Yeah, you need to assist civilians and stay in range of your team. Those are the only areas in which you really need help.”

There was a sharp crackle, and tense movement caught in the corner of your eye. You turned to find that all of Bakugou’s unease had suddenly returned, a snarl riding his mouth.

“Help?” he demanded. That scent of smoke and sugar suddenly pressed in on you again, sharp and dangerously hot.

You blinked at him in confusion. “...Uh, yeah?”

His gaze darkened and he leaned over the table between the two of you, a calloused hand catching the collar of your shirt to yank you towards him. The corner of the table dug into your ribs, and his fingers were hot where they brushed the skin under your collar.

“I don’t fucking need help,” he spat, crimson eyes boring into your face like a drill. Your hands came up to grab his, trying to untwist it from your shirt, but his fingers only tightened, unyielding.

“What--? Yes you do?” you garbled, fingers scrabbling over his. “What do you--?”

He pulled you further across the table, so that his face was scant inches from your own.

“Fuck you if you think I need anything from you,” he growled in a low tone, voice almost dangerously soft. Your blood iced over in your veins, limbs freezing. He stared at you for a long, heavy moment.

Then, in the next second, you were being shoved backwards into your chair, and then Bakugou was gone, door slamming behind him with a force that shook the walls.

You stared after him in shock, mouth gaping open. He had been fine up until a couple of seconds ago, even seeming to relax under your analysis. But then his temper had suddenly flared for no fucking reason.

What….what the fuck was wrong with him?

You spent the rest of the morning in a state of restless agitation.

What the literal fuck was wrong with Bakugou? Why had he just stormed out like that? What had flipped the switch for him in the space of mere seconds?

You replayed the conversation in your head nonstop all through your next few meetings and over your lunch break, where you furiously wolfed down a bento without tasting any of it. Your frustration carried you all the way into the afternoon, when a head of wild pink curls poked itself through your door.

You looked up into Pinky’s dark eyes and brilliant smile.

“Y/N!” she chirped happily, closing the door behind her and sprawling into the seat across from you.

You returned her friendly smile. “Ashido-san,” you greeted her politely.

She laughed and waved a rosy hand, leaning forward over the table. “I would never ask stats girl to be formal with me. Call me Mina!”

You huffed an embarrassed laugh. That was sweet, but the nickname stats girl needed to die a brisk and fiery death.

“Mina, then,” you amended, pulling up her model results on your laptop, trying to tamp down on your embarrassment. She was almost overwhelmingly friendly.

Her dark eyes flickered over you curiously and a cautious smile played about her mouth. “Heard it didn’t go well with Katsuki this morning.”

You looked up at her in surprise. “He told you?”

She laughed. “No, I just saw him annihilating a training room. I know him well enough to know when he’s throwing a tantrum.”

An awkward, hot sense of shame welled up within you at the thought that you’d pushed him to that, though you didn’t know how. You got the sense that you’d taken one step forward but two steps back. So much for your promotion.

“Uh yeah, he kind of...stormed out? He’d been listening, actually, and I thought things were going weirdly well. The bet was a good idea, so thank you,” you said. “I just…somehow I screwed it up, I think.”

Mina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, splaying out flat in her seat. “God, you know what? I’m just so tired of my best friends being guys. They’re so dramatic and so fussy about their tough guy image. And take themselves so seriously, for no reason, even fucking Denki. I have sat every single one of them down and forced them into make up so it’s absolutely baffling to me that they still stomp around like they’re so serious and so tortured.”

Your mouth dropped open as what she’d just said caught up with you. Take themselves seriously...when she’d forced them into make up? “No. Even…?”

Mina smirked. “Oh yeah, even Katsuki. No idea why he thinks he’s such a tough guy when all it takes is a couple of tears and boom, he’s working a smokey eye and tiny little pigtails.”

You choked on a laugh, trying to dispel the horrifying image in your mind of Bakugou in mascara and lipstick. The idea of him in make up was somehow even more intimidating than his usual appearance. You did not want to know more.

It certainly did beg the question, however, why he was such a difficult jerk if it was that easy to get him to acquiesce to something that horrifying. Maybe the answer lay in Mina’s powers of manipulation. She’d known to make the bet with him, after all. And if she knew how to get him into eyeliner and lipstick, then she might know how to get him to agree to let you help him.

“Wow,” you murmured. “That’s...terrifying. How did you even convince him though? I can’t get him to spend more than two seconds around me without blowing his top like a volcano.”

Mina grinned conspiratorially, leaning over the table. “You just have to know how to work him. Trust me, you might have good numbers sense, but I have pretty good people sense. Katsuki is all smoke and fire until you dig underneath.”

You almost did not want to know what was underneath. “That’s--but he’s so volatile. I can’t predict any of it.”

Mina's grin widened. “Actually, it’s pretty straightforward. He’s actually super in control all of the time, even when it seems like he’s lost it. He’s only really sensitive about one thing.”

“For example,” she leaned forward, her smile morphing into something dark and leery. “I heard he burned through your dress at the Hero Awards.”

You put your face in your palm. “Yes. This is what I’m talking about--I thought he was gonna fry me to a crisp.”

Mina snorted, raking a hand through her mess of curls. “Maybe I only see it because my acid is similar--but it’s pretty hard to only burn through a tiny strip of fabric and not touch anything underneath, even if you’re not out of your mind with anger. It requires some precise control. Wouldn’t you say?”

You froze in your seat, staring at her. Implications began to creep over you like a dark shroud. “What?”

She grinned. “He didn’t touch you, right? Only the dress?”

You gaped at her. “Yeah--only the dress.”

She cut her dark eyes to you, looking like she was trying to suppress a laugh. “Very interesting that he managed to sear straight through your dress, then, without burning you. One might think he did it on purpose.”

You floundered. “But I--but he--! I told him to do better and he got all worked up and intense!”

Mina laughed out loud. “I bet he did. Katsuki’s a total control freak but he loves a challenge. That’s why he took your bet, and that’s why your meeting didn’t go as poorly as you thought it might at first, and that’s why he was so fixated on you after the Awards.”

Your face heated. “Don’t put it like that.”

She chuckled. “I don’t know how you feel about him, but I can guarantee he’s very interested in you. He loves girls who don’t take any of his shit. Why do you think he signed with Miruko? It’s actually kinda gross,” she made a face.

Your face was on fire. A hot wave of embarrassment washed through you and you resisted the urge to dive under the table and hide. This is not the turn you thought the conversation would be taking.

“Uh, so,” you managed, fingers fluttering. “So--um, why did he freak out earlier then? I did tell him everything he was doing wrong. But then he lost it, I think when I told him I would help.”

Mina’s grin settled back into place. “He’s so fucking predictable. He hates being looked down on, and the word help implies that you think he’s weak enough to need it. I’ll bet you anything that’s why he totally flipped.”

You considered this. “But I didn’t mean it like that--”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s got a very specific way of looking at things. He’s way better than he used to be but that’s the one thing he’s still sensitive about.”

You mulled that over. It did explain, then, why he’d reacted so poorly when he’d seemed to be fine with your critique. “Does he really need to be seen as strong that badly?”

Mina picked idly at the fluff on her costume’s jacket, thin fingers tangling in the white strands. “He has insane expectations for himself, and he’s only comfortable when everyone else has those too. It’s like if you think he can’t live up to those standards, that you don’t truly see him.”

So that was it. The mystery of Bakugou’s volatile nature explained--a weirdly deep-seated inferiority complex wrapped up in layers of crankiness and--you blushed--an interest in girls who gave him shit. You quickly buried any considerations on his romantic inclinations, and focused on the inferiority complex.

Whether you’d intended to or not, this morning you had managed to convey to him that you thought he was incapable, and not in a way that personally challenged him like the bet had, or your demand he do better at the Hero Awards. It was so ridiculous, you thought, but then so was he. And if you wanted to make any progress on your promotion, then you were gonna have to suck it up and work within those constraints.

You sighed. You owed him an explanation, maybe even an apology.

Mina regarded you approvingly from across the table. You also owed her a drink. Maybe several.

“Got it,” you acknowledged, clicking back into your model results and pulling up her ranking analyses. “And thank you--I owe you a ton. Now let’s get to what we came here to do which is to talk about how you can kick even more ass.”

Mina grinned, leaning forward in delight. “You’re welcome. And hell yeah, this conversation was so not passing the Bechdel test.”

You snorted, suppressing a wild smile. Oh, you really liked her.

You would apologize and get things back on track with Bakugou. And once Bakugou netted you your promotion, you were gonna turn back and rocket Mina up the rankings to give him a run for his money.

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don’t be jealous

A/N: Me? Writing a self indulgent fic with my hockey husband? NEVER. This is mainly just smut with a little bit of plot...a little treat for all of you, if you will. I hope y’all enjoy!

Song Inspo: little bit of Ariana Grande’s new album (it’s a whole vibe, y’all) and Jealous by Beyoncé

Warnings: language, smut, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap it up and be safe, kids)

Word Count: 3.8k

Thunderstorms had an oddly calming effect on you. Whenever you found yourself stressed or your anxiety was being triggered, the sound of thunder and rain seemed to bring you back down to earth. Sound machines and apps sufficed on sunny days but when the real thing rolled through, nothing else compared.

It was especially welcomed on a night like tonight, one where your feelings were spiraling in a nonsensical circle. You shouldn’t have been upset by what you saw on his Instagram story. What the two of you had was never anything more than just an occasional hookup. Seeing him out and about with the same pretty little blonde you’d last seen him with shouldn’t have made you feel this overwhelming sense of jealousy. Yet you couldn’t help when your fingers developed minds of their own and typed out a reply to his story.

Cute. Is she your new toy?

You knew you shouldn’t have done it but you did it anyway, hitting send without a second thought. Sure it was petty and childish, but in the moment it made you feel just a tiny bit better. You set your phone on the end table beside the couch you sat on, snuggled up under your favorite throw blanket with a big glass of wine in your hand. Sighing in contentment, you made yourself comfortable, sipping on your wine and listening to the sounds of mother nature outside your apartment. Time passed peacefully, the alcohol slowly warming your body and relaxing you. That relaxation and peace were interrupted rather abruptly by a loud resounding knock on your front door. You were incredibly confused, not having been expecting any visitors, especially given the inclement weather. The knocking persisted, getting annoying very quickly.

“I’m coming, damn it. Hold on.” You hollered, quickly making your way to open the door without looking to see who it was. You immediately regretted that decision when you quickly flung open the door to reveal the very person you were trying to forget for the evening.

“You know, I can make that happen for you real quick if you’d like.”

That oh-so-cocky smirk you hate to love greeted you immediately. You sighed heavily, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your hip against the door frame.

“What are you doing here, Tyler?” You asked, “Don’t you have a girlfriend to go home to?”

He chuckled softly. “You going to let me in? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a fucking monsoon out here.”

“You going to answer my question?” You persisted, moving slightly as Tyler pushed his way past you and into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and leaned against it, Tyler instantly pressing himself against you and bracketing his arms beside your head.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” He murmured, his lips barely brushing yours as he spoke.

“You sure do seem to like hanging out with her.” You retorted, your arms staying put by your side.

Tyler brought one of his hands to your side, slowly tracing his fingertips up and underneath your thin tank top to brush your bare skin. “Are you jealous?”

You took a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly as his fingertips continued their exploration of your skin. His dark brown eyes bore into your own, searching your face for any kind of response.

“Why would I be jealous?” You whispered, “We aren’t exclusive or anything.”

You saw something sinister briefly flash in his eyes before he asked you, “Are you seeing anyone else?”

You couldn’t help the smirk that pulled across your lips. Oh, how the tables quickly turn. “Why? Are you jealous?”

His hips pressed further into yours before he pressed his lips to yours in a rough kiss. You immediately opened up to him, your arms flinging around his neck and pulling him closer to you. Tyler moved his hands to your hips, giving them a hard squeeze before lifting you up in his arms, your legs wrapping around him. You felt him walking the two of you to your couch, one of his arms moving to fling your blanket to the other side before falling to the cushions with you in his lap.

You were lost in sensations, your breasts crushed against his strong torso and your head spinning from the intoxicating taste of him. He ran his hands up and down your back as he pulled you even closer to him. Then his hands were on your hips, gripping you tighter and lifting you up to straddle him then. He broke the kiss and looked at you for a second as you both fought to get your breathing back under control.

"Are you sure about this?" He ran his hand up your leg and toyed with the band of the sleep shorts you wore. "If you're not, now is the time to tell me so I can stop."

You kissed him deeply, loving his taste on your tongue before you pulled away and started to nibble your way along his jaw. You flicked your tongue out and tasted his salty skin, closing your eyes as you savored his unique scent and taste as it went straight to your head.

“Do you want me to stop?” You teased, grinding your hips into his in slow, circular motions.

He groaned deep in his throat as he ran his hands up your back then into your hair. He grabbed the strands, wrapping them around his hand and pulled your lips up to his, the answer clear in the way he kissed you. Your tongues danced and tangled as you sought a deeper union, but the kiss wasn't enough anymore. You wanted to feel him moving inside of you, filling you. You were aching with the need consuming you and filling your body with a heat unlike any you had ever known before. A whimper slipped from your lips as you rubbed your pussy against his jeans. It was so frustrating knowing that the only thing separating you from the release you craved were his jeans and a small layer of fabric.

Breaking the kiss, Tyler raised his head and searched your face before lifting you from his lap. He gently lowered you to the couch and moved over you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before giving you a small smile and reaching for your shirt. He pushed it up below your breasts and nibbled at your ribs before pushing the shirt the rest of the way up to bunch under your arms. As the cool air washed over your sensitive nipples you shivered and looked up into his eyes, the heat in their depths warmed you. You lifted your arms and back a little to help him remove the shirt before pulling his head back up for another kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” He breathed against you mouth, kneading one of your breasts in his calloused hand, “Your tits are so fucking perfect.”

You pressed your lips to his once more, kissing him deeply as you raked your nails down his back pulling his shirt up to expose the skin beneath it. You wanted to feel his flesh against your own and became impatient as you fought to remove the damp material. Pulling away from you, Tyler lifted the shirt over his head and tossed it to the far corner of the room, while you let your eyes feast on what he had uncovered. You felt like a child at Christmas unwrapping presents. You were never happy with just one, you had to have them all unwrapped. That is how you felt about getting him out of his clothes.

His hands slid down your sides to your hips and pulled you back onto his lap. He lifted you up until your breasts were even with his mouth. He placed little kisses all around your breasts then nuzzled the valley between before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His gentle suckling sent shock waves through your entire body, making the muscles in your stomach clench. You threw your head back and grabbed a fist full of his hair to hold him to your aching breast. He released one nipple to suck the other one into the warm recesses of his mouth.

“That feels so good, Ty.” You moaned, tugging on his curls.

When you could stand no more you pushed away and kissed him gently before sliding your body down the length of his until you were on the floor in front of him. Rising to your knees you grabbed his hips and pulled him to the edge of the cushion. You leaned forward and took the material beside the snap between your teeth and pulled on it. You looked up at Tyler when it came free, smiling at his lust filled expression before going back to your unwrapping. You took the metal zipper tab between your teeth next, pulling it down slowly never breaking eye contact. You could feel his growing erection behind the thick material, the denim stretched taut over him making it tough to lower the tab. He lowered his hands to help you but you pushed them away and shook your head. Just to show him who was in control you placed your lips on him through the jeans and blew, surrounding his dick with your hot, moist breath. He groaned deep in his throat and his hips pushed against your mouth. You smiled to yourself and raised your hands to his hips and started to pull the jeans from his body. He lifted his hips and smiled as you worked them down his long legs then over his heels, then tossed them to the floor, forgotten.

“You too,” He rasped, “I want you naked.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you stood and slowly pushed your shorts and panties off your hips to let them fall to the floor. You smiled down at him and leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips. You then raised your head and looked at his gorgeous body in all its nude glory. Seeing the thick shaft you had just freed made your pussy clench and your mouth water. You lowered yourself back to the floor and leaned forward to take him in your hands.

“Do you want me to put this in my mouth?” You teased, gently squeezing him.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the cushions before looking back down at you. “Of course I do, baby. Suck my cock.”

You lightly caressed him from head to base before repeating the action with the tip of your tongue. You could barely wrap your fingers around him as you guided it into your mouth to taste him fully. You started to gently suck him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head. You pulled him from between your lips and flicked your tongue along the tip teasingly. His shaft throbbed in your hand and you wanted to feel it in your mouth. You sucked it deep into your mouth a couple of times before letting it slide down your throat.

“Fuck, that’s it,” He huffed out, “Take it all down your throat.”

You were working his cock slowly in and out of your mouth but his moans of pleasure urged you to go faster. You greedily began to suck at him, taking more and more of his shaft into your mouth before you angled your head over him and lowered your mouth all the way to the hilt. His cock slid down your throat and you swallowed, knowing that it would feel amazing, your thoughts confirmed when loud expletives flowed freely from Tyler’s lips. You continued until you couldn't fight the need to have him inside of you, stretching you and filling you, anymore. You removed him from your mouth, an audible ‘pop’ echoing around you, and stood moving to stand over him. You licked your lips, loving the taste of him on your tongue.

“I want you inside me,” You whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

Tyler gazed down at you with lust blown eyes, nodding his head vigorously. “Get up here then.”

You quickly crawled up into his lap, your knees on either side of him and your hand on his shoulder as you leaned forward to kiss him deeply. As you slid your tongue into his mouth, you slowly lowered yourself back onto his lap. You rocked your hips against him and the feeling of his hard cock pushing between your pussy lips took your breath away. You broke the kiss and laid your head on his shoulder as you repeated the action. You gently bit his shoulder to keep from crying out as sensations tore through your body making you shudder.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Tyler whispered into your ear, “You like grinding your pussy on my cock like that?”

“Fuck, yes,” You whimpered against his skin, “It feels so good.”

He grabbed your hips and tilted you forward and repeated the action. At this angle your clit rubbed against his shaft and you were unable to hold back your moan of pleasure any longer. Over and over he repeated the action while adding to the friction and moving faster until you were sobbing and begging him to be inside of you.

“Please, Tyler, please,” You cried, your hips still moving at their own volition, “I need your cock inside me.”

He ran his hands down your back and grabbed your ass pulling you closer to him and tilting your hips just enough so the tip of his cock barely entered you. You tried to push back on his dick to get him farther into you but his hands on your hips gripped you tighter, keeping you from gaining what you wanted most of all, him all the way inside of you to the hilt.

“Patience, (Y/N),” He growled into your ear, “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

You whimpered and bit him hard on the shoulder making him groan deep in his throat before he thrust his entire length hard and fast into you before pulling back, almost all the way out again. You cried out and struggled to push back down on him but he held tight, barely letting the tip enter you.

“I need it, Ty,” You practically sobbed, “Please, give me your cock.”

Tyler smirked up at you, still holding you up so just the tip of him was teasing your soaked entrance. Sensations rushing through you and fighting for breath. You grabbed his hair in your fist and pulled his mouth up to meet yours. You thrust your tongue deep into his mouth and mimicked what you desperately wanted him to do to your aching pussy. Over and over you pushed your tongue into his mouth before enticing his tongue into your mouth so you could gently suck it. The kiss went on and on before he slowly let more of his dick start to slide deeper into you. Slowly he let you slide onto his shaft, stretching you slowly before he gripped your hips tight and lifted you almost off of him again. Then, without notice, he brought your hips down hard on him until he was finally buried to the hilt inside you. You broke the kiss and threw your head back to moan in pleasure.

“Yes,” You moaned out in relief, dragging out the word.

Rocking against him and loving the feeling of being stretched to the limit with him throbbing deep inside of you. He felt so good, so thick and solid inside you, you never wanted the feeling coursing through you to end.

“You wanna ride me?” Tyler spoke against the sensitive skin of your neck. You nodded instantly, grinding your hips into him. His hand landed on your ass in a swift smack. “Get to it then.”

Slowly raising your body you slide to the tip of his dick, just like he had been doing to torture you. You worked the tip in and out for a second before sliding back down until he was buried inside of you and rocked your hips against him. Over and over you did this, until you both were fighting for breath. You started to ride him faster and faster until your entire body was tingling. He let you set the pace, his hands gripping your hips and his head laid back on the couch with his eyes focused on your own. The look in his eyes urged you on so you increased your pace even more as you watched the fire in his eyes burn brighter.

All of a sudden he was lifting you up and off him, turning and placing you on your knees facing the arm of the couch. He moved behind you and placed his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you down while he slowly slid back into your wet pussy. He set a pace that was making it hard to breathe but it still wasn't enough. You could feel your orgasm building inside of you and you fought to reach the point where you could fly.

“Fuck, Tyler, I’m gonna cum, baby.” You whined.

You could feel the beginning of your release when he pulled out of you. Just as you began to protest, he replaced his dick with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of you before flicking your clit.

“Sit on my face,” He mumbled against your pussy, “I want you to cum on my face.”

He moved to lay on his back beneath you and put his head between your legs, pulling you down to sit on his face. He pushed a finger into you, quickly followed by a second, as he sucked your clit into his mouth and lightly grazed his teeth against it, sending shock waves through you and pushing you over the edge. Your pussy convulsed around his fingers and as your release tore through you, you threw your head back and screamed.

“That’s it,” You heard him say, “Cum for me, baby.”

He continued to lightly lick you until you settled down some, then he moved behind you again. He pushed back into you slowly and set a deliberate pace to build the tension back up. Gradually he built up speed until he was slamming into you again, making you cry out in pleasure. You began to meet his every thrust, pushing back into him wanting him deeper and deeper.

“Who gets to fuck you like this, sweetheart?” Tyler asked, grunting with every thrust of his hips.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. The pleasure coursing through your body made it impossible to think straight. He ran his hands up your side, along your neck and into your hair, grabbing a fistful and wrapping the strands around his fist. He pulled your head back, making your back arch and sending him deeper into you.

“Fucking answer me, (Y/N),” He growled, his hips coming to a stop, burying his cock deep inside you as he tugged at your hair harder, “Who gets to fuck you like this?”

“You do!” You whimpered, “Only you, Tyler. You get to fuck me like this, no one else.”

You could practically hear the smirk when he spoke. “That’s right, baby. Only me.”

He began to thrust harshly into you once more, a scream slipping past your lips as your pussy started to convulse again. As your second orgasm rushed through you, jolts of pure pleasure ran through your blood. Your knees threatened to collapse beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

He released your hair and grabbed your hips to pull them into his as he thrust harder and harder into you, as he too was caught in the tidal wave of your orgasm. Your pussy was gripping him tightly, beginning to pull his own release from his body.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” He growled through gritted teeth, “Where can I cum, baby?”

“Inside me,” You blurted out, “Cum inside me.”

His hips stuttered at your words and a low groan fell from his lips. “Fuck, are you sure baby? You want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, please.” You wailed, “Please, I want to feel it.”

With one final fierce thrust he buried himself deep inside of you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest, as he too found his release. You could feel him throbbing inside of your pussy and tightened your muscles around him, holding him deep inside of you as he came. He groaned deep in his throat before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, slowly beginning to pull out of you. You pushed back against him, sending him back deep inside you again.

“Stay,” You murmured, “Just a little bit longer. You feel so good.”

A shudder ran through his body at your words. “I have to get you cleaned up, baby.”

You begrudgingly let him go, whining softly as he pulled out of you. He apologized softly before retreating to your bathroom. He returned a short time later, washcloth in hand, and gently ran it between your thighs. He tossed it to the floor along with the rest of your discarded clothes, wrapping his arms around your body as he gently laid the two of you down onto the couch. He slowly dragged the forgotten blanket up over both of you and placed a kiss on your shoulders as you laid there listening to the wind howling and the rain and storm pounding the house.

You were both silent for a long time as you were both lost in your own thoughts. Every once in a while he would kiss your neck and pull you even tighter to him as he slowly began to drift off to sleep. You closed your eyes and listened to his deepening breathing before you started to get drowsy too. A sleepy smile came to your lips as Tyler nuzzled into your neck.

“There isn’t anyone else, (Y/N).” He whispered against your skin. “I know what that looked like but I mean it. No one else. No girlfriend.”

You turned your head to look him in the eye. The look he was giving you held nothing but honesty, the truth falling from his lips as he spoke. You nodded, pecking his lips before snuggling back into him.

“There isn’t anyone else for me either,” You replied with just as much sincerity, “Not a single person.”

“What about a married person?”

You smacked his arm, giggling softly. “Will you shut it? You’re ruining the moment.”

He chuckled softly and buried his head into your neck once more. “I’m sorry, it was right there. I had to!”

The giggles eventually died down and you found yourself tracing the black ink patterns on the arm that was wrapped securely around your frame. You let the peace and contentment take over your senses. You didn’t know where exactly you stood with Tyler at that moment, and sleep quickly took over, leaving you to sort out whatever may happen between the two of you come morning light.

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