Classic Killer

ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ғᴏʀ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sɪɴɴᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ; ʜᴀɴᴅs ʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Bryson Adler │ Tiger Shifter │ 86

[mykindcfhcll]

@bryadler​

A gasp was given as the brunette tripped over a lost lacrosse stick, green eyes glaring at the offending piece of wood before she was picking it up. Walking towards the coach, the only one who was still on the field after practice, she thrust it into him “You should teach your players to tidy up after themselves.”

[bryadler]

Bryson looked up from the clipboard he had been reading. A beat passed as he looked between her, the lacrosse stick, then back to her. Without a word, only a bored expression, he took the stick and tossed it haphazardly next to a bag of equipment. “Last time I checked this was a sports field. Not someones room. Who exactly are you?”

[bryadler]

nicoletteisms·:

nicky nodded. “you know more about it than i do. just make sure they’re drinking enough and aren’t pushing themselves so hard they end up in my office. a team is useless if they’re all broken,” she said. 

“Don’t worry they’re no used to me dehydrated.” Bryson to a moment to look down at the cute, and rather short, stranger. “I’m assuming you’re the nurse. Did someone send you to baby sit?”

[bryadler]

blackxheartsx‌:

“Excuse me?!” Staring at him, her mouth slightly agape, she’d not expected to be called a bitch. That was one of those words that never sat well with her. “I’m not some little barbie bitch. I’m just hyper, I’m young I should be hyper” She snapped back, forcing herself to stand more properly up, even if her breathing was still heavy. “Wait what do you even shift to? Because if it is fluffy… I’m more of a cuddler than a runner.”

“Being hyper isn’t an issue, but it will be an issue you if you come crying every time you get a little roughed up in a game. Have you played before?” With his arms crossed Bryson breathed out heavily through his nose. The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly when hearing her question; Bryson’s inner beast being roused. “A tiger, he’s not much of a cuddler.”

[bryadler]

elxdan‌:

Lila knew he was talking to her and she scooped up the ball from the grass in her net. She didn’t hesitate for a moment before whirling and whipping the ball right at his head. That would be a great way to immediately get kicked out and not have to deal with this asshat, right? “Oops!” she called out, pretended to look sheepish, but if you looked closely her eyes gave her away. That sly, calculating, almost mischievous gleam that she couldn’t hide even if she wanted to.  

With equal amount of confidence as she had thrown it with, Bryson raised his hand and caught the ball seconds before it wrecked his face. His jaw ticked as subtle pain shot through his wrist, and his palm burned from the weighted ball. With a growing temper he squeezed the ball, wrist stinging more from the action but he couldn’t be bothered. Hurling the ball towards the ground Bryson was already on his way towards her before it had a chance to land. “I am the last person you want to make angry, little girl,” He snarled, his teeth elongating into predatory fangs. 

[bryadler]

bvryme‌:

“Oh, you big badass motherfucker,” Davina rolled her eyes while muttering, unsure if he had heard her or not. But she didn’t care all too much either. She was here to pick up a friend who didn’t seem to be done yet, guessing by what the tall blonde man just said.

“Glad to hear you agree.” Bryson turned to look at her with a heated gaze. He was fully aware it had been a sarcastic comment, but taking in the dainty woman he knew she would snap like a twig between his hands-- or in another situation, fall apart completely. So no, his pride hadn’t been bruised from her scathing comment.

[mykindcfhcll]

@bryadler​

“Uh, no, I’m not here to apply.” Nate looked at the couch before giving a shrug of his shoulders, a deep breath being taken for some courage before he continued “It’s just that I wanted to know how old you were, because well, you’re the only shifter around that I know of and I need some information but it’s like old information?” was he understanding him “So sports aren’t my thing, I suck at them. And uh, that’s it?”

[bryadler]

Bryson had his legs kicked up on his desk, face in a sports illustrated magazine. When he didn’t have practice he would have open workouts for any of the students on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, but more often than not he was finding ways to stay busy. Still, he rarely missed mercenary work. Bryson raised his head when someone began talking to him. “Haven’t you heard that’s rude to ask?” He taunted dryly. Putting the magazine down he brought his feet back down to the floor and continued. “I’m eighty-six, I suppose I’m fairly young next to some shifters. What information were you looking for?”

[bryadler]

What makes you angry?

People who don't use turn signals.

[bryadler]

nicoletteisms·:

“damn, go easy on ‘em,” nicolette said, appearing next to him as she watched the students. “what’s your idea of ‘a couple’ laps? cause that one looks like his soul is about to leave his body,” she said as she nodded towards a pupil.

“I’ll probably start him next game. He knows how to push himself, those are the people who make goals,” Bryson mused. “Probably a couple more, it necessary preparation. Besides, they’ve known for awhile what they signed up for.”

[bryadler]

ourfaultysteps‌:

“With an attitude like that, can’t see why anyone would want to put a rod through you,” Io replied sarcastically at the coach as he walked out onto the field, stretching and preparing for a run of his own. While he wasn’t involved in a life needing to be athletically fit anymore, he still made sure to stay active.

“Babying them isn’t going to help anyone. We’re here to win, not to dick around with friends,” Bryson commented, glancing at him momentarily. There was no feeling of familiarity when he observed the tattooed man, other than the fact he would’ve fit in perfect with his old squad. “Who’re you?” Bryson did a quick sweep of the area to see if someone was accompanying him.

[bryadler]

mykindcfhcll‌:

A pause “That also doesn’t make sense but ok?” the blue haired nymph tilted her head to the side, looking over at the tired athletes before looking back at him with an amused tilt of her lips “Well if they’re here they’re willing to put the work, aren’t they?” a soft hum and a wink to one of the cute players before Lexa was looking back at the trainer “Anyway, I’m here to make your new jerseys.”

“I beg to differ,” Bryson grunted looking back to the runners. “Not necessarily, some are expecting to just be given the starting positions which they’re quickly figuring out is not how this works.” He didn’t miss the small exchange between the player and the blueberry haired girl. Rolling his eyes he turned to her, “Alright, what do you need from me?” 

[bryadler]

Bryson Adler’s Costume, Agent 007(2019)

“You can catch a lot of flies with honey, but you can catch more honeys being fly.”

[bryadler]

mykindcfhcll·:

“You should be nicer to your athletes, coach. Haven’t you heard that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?” a pause “Though I don’t know why anyone would ever want to catch flies, they’re horrible.”

“And you catch more honey’s being fly, which is the only thing I particularly care about catching,” He responded, not paying any especial attention to her. “I want my athletes to want to win, and in order to do that they have to be willing to put in the work.”

[bryadler]

elxdan·:

This was bullshit. Why the fuck did she have to try out for this stupid sport? She eyed the coach and seriously considered taking this stick and beating the crap out of him with it. Maybe she’d whip up a potion and slip it in his drink that gave him horrible diarrhea and stomach cramps. That would teach him. She shot him a look full of loathing and slowly started to jog. She would make this asshat pay for this. One way or another. 

There were many students looking at him like he was the bane of their shitty existence, one in particular looked as if she was urging him to spontaneously combust with her heated gaze. Bryson looked back at her with feline eyes flashing dangerously, “If you’ve got time to look at me like that than you’re not paying attention to the ball, which is the complete opposite of what you’re supposed to be doing.”

[bryadler]

blackxheartsx·:

“When they said I should come-” Stopping to catch her breath, Lucille put her hands on her legs, trying to catch her breath. “Join the team so I stop bouncing everywhere… I did not expect this much running.” She certainly wasn’t a runner. “When do we start doing something fun?”

“Go join the cheerleaders in that case; they’re always looking for barbie bitches to parade around and short skirts seem right up your alley,” Bryson replied gruffly. Crossing his arms, he surveyed her with predatory eyes. “I could always shift and see how long you can out run me, that sounds rather exciting, don’t you think?”

[bryadler]

“If a metal rod through my shoulder and gut didn’t kill me a couple goddamn laps won’t kill you. Now get a fucking move on it before I put you through worse.”

[end0skeletal-undead]

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