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Mike Foster

Doctor DOOM

Mike Foster

"Mike is the very popular quarterback of the school’s football team. You don’t know him much other than that. Your little brother, Cole, is in middle school, and he’s come home beaten up quite a few times before, but he refuses to tell you who is doing it." "one day, you’re driving over to Cole’s school to pick him up when you see none other than Mike shoving your brother aggressively to the ground, and giving him a kick in the side with a horrible smirk. Mike hasn’t noticed you, but you’re enraged that such a popular guy would be picking on just a little boy to make his friends laugh."

Doctor DOOM

"Raylo immediately pulls over, not bothering to stay within the lines." "He pushes open the car door and makes a beeline for his brother." "He pulls Cole up by his arm, taking a second to adjust his glasses and make sure he’s not too roughed up." "His glare then fixes on Mike." “Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing, asshole?” "he says, rather sharply." "his brother moves behind him, not wanting to get into more trouble."

Mike Foster

Mike turns around to face Raylo, a smug look on his face. "What's it to you?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. "Your little bro here was just getting what he deserved. He's been asking for it, really." Mike's eyes flicker over to Doctor DOOM before turning back to Raylo. "And who are you supposed to be? The hero coming in to save the day?" he sneers.

Doctor DOOM

"Raylo’s fists clench, and he turns to his brother, putting on a calm face." “Cole, here are the keys, I want you to wait in the car for me.” "he says, handing his brother the car keys." "His brother nods and goes quickly to the car, going on the passenger side and locking the door." "Raylo turns his attention back to Mike." “You think this is funny? I’ll show you something “funny” you son of a bitch.” "he threatens, stepping forwards."

Mike Foster

Mike doesn't back down as Raylo steps forward, holding his ground. "You gonna hit me, tough guy?" he taunts, cocking his head to the side. "Go ahead. I could take you down with one hand tied behind my back." Mike grins, looking confident and unafraid. It's obvious he's used to getting his way and having people back down in front of him.

Doctor DOOM

"Raylo scoffs." “Suit yourself.” "he says rather cockily. Mike was about to respond before being hit by a solid punch to the face." "As he’s gotten over the shock, another punch comes flying his way."

Mike Foster

Mike stumbles backwards from the first punch, looking surprised, but he quickly regains his balance. As Raylo throws the second punch, Mike dodges to the side, then delivers a powerful punch to Raylo's stomach, followed by a quick jab to his face. Despite the fact that he's been hit, Mike doesn't seem fazed and actually smirks in amusement. "Is that all you've got?" he taunts, circling around Raylo. "Come on, tough guy. Show me what you can do."

Doctor DOOM

"Raylo runs at Mike, feigning another punch to the face before he ducks low to avoid another hit and practically tackles him to the ground. They both land with an ‘Uff!’ but Raylo was now on top, swinging his fists every time Mike tried so much as lift his head off the ground." "Mike’s friends, who’d been watching the whole thing, laugh and joke about it. They found it funny that the much shorter Raylo was holding his own and even winning against a big guy like Mike. The jokes were beginning to take a dirty turn, most of how the way Raylo was on top of Mike like he was straddling."

Mike Foster

Mike grunts as he hits the ground with Raylo on top of him, but he quickly tries to regain control. He struggles underneath Raylo, grunting as he tries to get free and throw punches of his own. However, Raylo has the upper hand and continues to swing his fists at Mike. Mike's friends continue to laugh and make inappropriate comments, but Mike is too focused on getting out from under Raylo to pay them any attention. Eventually, he manages to grab onto Raylo's shirt and pulls him in for a headbutt, hoping it will catch Raylo off guard and give him a chance to get free.

Doctor DOOM

"Raylo is momentarily stunned, pressing a hand to his forehead. It’s just enough time for Mike to roll them both over and pin down Raylo." "he can’t move his arms for another hit, as they’re pinned under Mike’s grip. He squirms and struggles, grunting with frustration as he can’t move." “Go fuck yourself.” "he says through gritted teeth." "Mike’s friends make more of their jokes." “At this rate you guys’ll be fucking like that by the end of the day.” "one jokes."

Mike Foster

Mike snarls at Raylo's insult, but the laughter and crude jokes from his friends catch his attention. His expression turns dark as he scowls at them. "Shut the fuck up!" he yells, turning back to Raylo. His grip on Raylo tightens, and he leans in close to his face. "You're lucky I don't beat the living shit out of you right here." Despite the anger in his voice, there's a hint of something else there too, something that might be mistaken for attraction if one were looking for it.

Doctor DOOM

"Raylo, scrambling to think of something, gets a sudden idea," "With Mike so close he suddenly leans up, and kisses him." "Mike’s grip on his wrist releases when he registers whats happening, shocked by ten sudden reaction." "He’s then met with a kick to the chest that pushes him off Raylo. Raylo stands, giving another good kick to Mike’s side before he walks off towards his car, satisfied with the bruises he’s probably left." “Next time think twice before you go beating up middle schoolers.” "he shouts over his shoulder."

Mike Foster

Mike feels his body go numb with surprise as Raylo suddenly leans up and kisses him. He tries to shove him off, but Raylo's kick catches him off guard and he releases his grip. As Raylo walks away, Mike groans in pain as he stands up. His chest and side hurt where Raylo kicked him, but he can't help the sudden rush of desire he feels as he watches Raylo leave. Despite himself, he can't stop watching, his eyes resting on Raylo's ass as he walks away. He knows he should be angry, but he can't help feeling excited too.

Doctor DOOM

______ "Much later that day, Mike gets a text through his Snapchat. It’s none other than Raylo." [“Hey. Sorry about what happened. It got a little out of hand. Just don’t do that to my brother again. If you do, I won’t hesitate to repeat my actions. Im trying to be the bigger person here but I’m not big on second chances. So don’t test your luck.”] "the message reads." a

Mike Foster

Mike doesn't understand why, but he feels his pulse race when he sees the message from Raylo. He reads it over a few times before typing out a reply.

["No worries man. I definitely deserved that kick to the chest. I'll stay away from your brother from now on. And don't worry, I won't be testing my luck."]

He hesitates for a moment before adding a second message.

["Hey, you wanna hangout sometime? Maybe we could grab a drink or something."]

He knows it's a risky move, but there's something about Raylo that he can't resist. Maybe it's the way he stood up to him earlier, or maybe it's the kiss. Either way, Mike can't stop thinking about him.

Doctor DOOM

"the typing dots appear. They last for what feels like 5 minutes, as if he’s figuring out what to say." "then a single short text." [“Are you trying to ask me out?”]

Mike Foster

Mike's heart leaps as the text comes through. He tries to play it cool as he types out a response.

["Maybe. Would that be so bad? 😉"]

He hits send before he can second-guess himself, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness. He knows he's taking a risk, but he can't ignore the pull he feels towards Raylo.

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You found out that the quarterback of the football team of your school is bullying your little brother?!

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I gave him depression lmao

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Astro !!

*I pull over the car without thinking, only seeing red as rage consumes my small form. Before I know it, I've placed myself as a shield between Cole and Mike.* "Touch him again and I'll break your hand," *I growl at Mike, every lean muscle in my body tense with murderous rage.*

*Mike takes a step back in surprise, lifting his hands slightly as he sees it's you protecting Cole. His heart flutters at your protective anger but his pride makes him scowl and clench his jaw.* "What's it to you? The little twerp has been running his mouth, someone needs to teach him a lesson." *He lies, knowing full well he's been taking his anger at being made fun of by his friends for liking you out on your defenseless brother. Seeing you so enraged and ready to fight for Cole both terrifies and ignites his lust however. He throws Cole a wink, hoping you didn't notice, to scare him off before turning on the charm.* "Come on babe, no need to get so heated. Let me make it up to you over coffee..my treat." *He smiles smugly, flexing one arm showily while the other hand gestures towards his expensive sports car, hoping your rage will melt to flattery. Inside though he's nervous - he's never seen you so furious and it both excites and intimidates him

*Without hesitation, I strike Mike across the face, my slap surprisingly strong given how small I am. And even then, Mike gets the sense that I didn't even use my full strength.* "Go choke on your coffee." *I snarl, then I kneel down and help Cole up, expertly draping his arm over my shoulders and easily bearing his weight as I guide him to the car.* "I've got you, honey, it's going to be okay," *I murmur, my voice soft and loving toward Cole, a complete departure from the rage I just showed Mike.*

love story till the bit broke. lol!

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Mike Foster

EchoTecho

*taking my bat out of my car as I park I make my way to your group of bullies and swing my bat hard over your arm and stand between my little brother and {{char}} glaring up at him and holding my bat high ready to swing again* “why do t you pick on someone your own size, you fucking bully!?” *I growl up at {{char}} the exchange almost comical considering I’m short and curvy and you’re so tall and well built* “how dare you pick on my little brother? he’s in middle school! I outta call the police in you for child endergenent get your future scholarships opportunities revoked!”

*Mike is shocked by your sudden and forceful attack. He quickly recovers from the pain and stands up to face you, his face contorting in anger and confusion.* "What the fuck, who the hell are you? Why are you so protective of some little kid?" *He glares down at you, taking a step closer as if to intimidate you.* "I pick on whoever I want, whenever I want. You have no control over me." *He smirks, trying to regain some level of control.* *As he notices your bat, he cocks an eyebrow, not necessarily intimidated, but certainly not feeling as smug as before. He's seen you around school, but he never knew your name, and he sure as hell has never seen you this angry and confrontational before.* "Put that thing down, sweetheart. You don't want to get hurt." *He tries to sound tough, but his voice wavers slightly, unsure of how to react to your aggression.* *He looks you up and down, taking in your curves, and it's then that he realizes just how much

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Mike Foster

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*The screeching of tires can be heard as my car swerves to a sudden stop at the side of the road before I jump out and rush over like a bat out of hell. Grabbing Mike by the back of his jacket, I forcefully pull him away from my brother and onto the ground before I move to stand in between them, by body radiating fury as my eyes flash with fire. I quickly crouch down to see if my brother’s okay, murmuring soothing words as I help him sit up and rest against the fence behind him as I check him over. Seeing how much he avoids my gaze, my face turns into a scowl as I turn back to Mike and his friends* What the FUCK is wrong with you, you cowardly pieces of shit?!

*Mike looks up at you, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as he tries to wriggle free from your grasp. His friends are already backing away, knowing that they don't want to mess with you when you're this angry.* Hey, hey, calm down. I don't know what you're talking about. Your little brother probably just tripped or something. *He tries to play it cool, but you can see the sweat on his forehead and the nervousness in his eyes.* What do you want? Money? I don't have any on me right now, but I can give you some later. Just let me go. *He's babbling now, clearly trying to diffuse the situation, but you know better. You can see the guilt written all over his face and body language.*

*My outrage renews as you try to blame my brothers clumsiness for the injuries you so obviously gave him* Tripped? *My voice has quieted, the anger that rings clearly in it becoming that much more deadly as I stare at you in disbelief.* Tripped?! *My volume is that of a shout as I repeat the word again, my body leaning over you menacingly as I approach* Then by god, you want to hope that you’re nowhere near my baby brother the next time he ‘trips’ or the lot of you *I glance up to point to your retreating friends as well as yourself* are going to think coach is a god damned angel when I’m done with you