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hi i saw u do nikki freeman requests?? i will take ANYTHING, something cute, maybe smut ANYTHING
โธโธ silky . . . nikki freeman
content && warnings. post-wish nikki x fem!reader, profanity, suggestive content, alludes to smutโteeters on the VERY edge of smut, dry humping, 4.2k words.
courrier. i always tell myself to keep fics below 4k words but then i get carried away and somehow surpass that limit by just the smallest bit. but im giving my best work so...... maybe passing that limit isnt too bad!! also, i hope everyone likes this, it is inspired by a scene in jennifer's body! listening to madison beer's yes baby and make you mine while reading this is highly recommended ๐ฉต
it's midnight when you finally decide to close up shop and head to bed.
and by "close up shop," you really mean fold the blanket in the living room, rinse out the empty popcorn bowl you were eating out of, and shut off the movie you were only half-watching as you scrolled on your phone trying to figure out what you should do tomorrow other than sit and watch boring movies.
you've been doing that a lot lately. well, ever since your friends kind of started... disappearing from your life and basically ghosting you.
even nikki, who you thought was your best friend.
it's not really a thought on your mind anymore, though. the only thing that kept you up really late at night like this was the fact that baron, your co-worker, somehow managed to get her wrapped around his finger in a matter of days during his attempt to ask her out.
you don't think he even asked her, it just happened. which makes the entire situation ten times crazier!
nikki always told you what she thought of him, and you can't think of a time where she talked about him as anything more than a sibling-like figure. she called him "her annoying little brother" one time.
to your face.
feet away from baron, who was probably whipped out of his mind and too focused on the fact that her uniform was sliding off one shoulder and her skin was exposed.
he's the reason dress code was enforced for the employee's at cassell's. no surprise there, but seriously? he can't even keep it in his pants at the sight of a sliver of a girl's shoulder?
a real weirdo, that guy is.
you're still trying to find the small part of your heart that feels even the slightest bit happy for him and how everything turned out.
but you've yet to find it.
so you'll settle for sucky movies and overly salted popcorn in the dark comfort of your living in the dead of night.
as you toss the television remote onto the couch cushions, you sigh and drag your feet down the hall. you tell yourself that you'll fix up the appearance of your living room in the morning, even if you know you won't.
it's the thought that counts, you think, as your socked feet slide against the hardwood floors and make their way up the partially carpeted stairs.
it's a little too dark to be walking upstairs right now, but unfortunately for you, your bedroom is up there, and you weren't exactly hoping to sleep on the couch tonight and wake up with a kink in your neck at the uncomfortable position.
furthermore, your couch is as hard as a rock.
that's not to say you hate it, but getting a good night's rest on it would be physically impossible.
you'd much rather sleep on a semi-firm mattress and lay your head on fluffy pillows, snuggled beneath soft blankets and even softer stuffed animals.
there's only a select few you throw on your bed from time to time, and those are the nights you get the best sleep, so you've decided on making it a routine to grab those few plushies and settle them in their spots on your bed every night before you go to bed in hopes of sleeping well.
odd, yes. but as you make your way up the last few stairs of the staircase, you find yourself looking forward to the fluffiness they provide.
making your way down the hall, your fingertips graze the wall. the subtle bumps in the texture are soothing in a way you can't describe, and although you'd be called crazy for thinking that, it's late at night and you're loopy. so that thought has justified itself.
thump.
you don't flinch at first, simply glancing over your shoulder at the staircase you just came from.
nothing. all that's there is a decently sized painting on the wall and and railing that splits the sudden drop and the hallway.
it's just an animal outside, you think to yourself, humming quietly without even realizing it. like the words were trying to come out but never really made it past your throat.
without another thought about it, you continue your journey down the rest of the hall and into your room.
just as you left it, the window's cracked to let the breeze inside, gentle and smooth. your sheets are perfectly made, pillows pressed to the headboard in perfect order, stuffed animals placed carefully in front of them as if they were really waiting for you to come to bed and finally fulfill their jobs at making you comfortable.
slowly, you make your way over, padding through the room before moving your blanket and lazily crawling onto the mattress.
as you throw the blanket back over your body, you feel something brush your leg.
you don't think much of it.
it's probably your sheets, anyway.
so you snuggle beneath the softness of your blanket and make yourself comfortable, the hem of the fabric tucked beneath your chin and two weighted stuffed animals placed over your stomach.
you inhale.
exhale.
and just as you're about to drift off, you feel something brush your arm this time.
instead of ignoring it this time, you roll over on your side and try getting comfortable in the new position. you were moving too much, you tell yourself, now you have to move and try to get comfortable again.
it almost annoys you how much you were waiting for this moment, only for it to be ruined by your own stupid rushed movements and attempts to drift off quickly.
just go to sleep already.
the words almost sound like you're saying them out loud.
like they came out of your mouth just now.
but they didn't.
you would feel it if they were coming out of your mouth because the annoyance would only become more clear and agitate you to the point where you wouldn't even want to sleep anymore. that sounds a little stupid, but you know for a fact that those words reached your ears and they weren't just in your head.
or maybe you're just dreaming.
hell, you're probably already asleep now!
you squeeze your eyes shut tighter to confirm it, then open them, and quickly realize you are, in fact, still wide awake.
"go to sleep."
okay, you're for sure you heard that.
you're so confident that you heard it that you shoot up out of bed and jump off the mattress, flashing out from under the covers and scrambling to your feet.
in your rush, you almost slip due to your socks and fall on your face, stumbling a little as you try catching your breath. the sudden noise forced you into a state of shock for a moment, and the irregularities in your breathing is probably the result of that. but, in your defense, what the fuck was that noise and who whispered in your ear to go to sleep just now!
before you can scream or grab an item to defend yourself, someoneโor something? you don't knowโpops out from the other side of your bed, shooting straight up like a vampire waking in its coffin.
it elicits a gasp from between your lips.
then you realize.
it's nikki freeman.
like, baron's girlfriend, nikki.
okay ew, that still sounds weird, and frankly disgusting to even think about.
it's nikki.
like, your best friend, nikki.
but, as you're looking at her, eyes widened and mouth fully open to let out ragged breaths, she looks... battered. she's not dirty, not bloody, not even smudged with dirt or mud, just... cut up. bruised, like she got into a fight with someone.
maybe baron.
maybe herself, now that you think about it, because baron wouldn't hurt a fly.
he tried saving the mouse you once found in the storage room back when you first started working together.
nikki has a record of going down self-destructive paths, though, but to say you aren't surprised would be insanely far from the truth. because you are surprised. seriously, really, actually surprised.
the large gash in the middle of her forehead is the one thing that draws your eyes in first, gaze gravitating toward the large opening. the blood there has dried, and it looks like she's cleaned herself up pretty well, but it still makes your heart ache at the thought of her having had to endure... whatever she did to herself.
your eyes are still blown wide, and they only go wider when you see the bruises on her arms and hands.
whatever happened to her was not good.
but you're still in shock.
which is what triggers your initial reaction, voice a sudden scream in the night.
"nikki, get the fuck out!"
yeah.
you dropped the f bomb, and you immediately feel bad the moment the words leave your mouth.
not because you don't curse, but because you've never cursed at nikki. not directly, not to her face, never at her or in an intent to hurt her.
tonight's different.
somehow.
before she can reply, your eyes widen even further, a look of horror and regret mixed into your facial expression. a low gasp escapes your lips, falling out in one short breath as you take one step away from the bedside. nikki's still sat on the side of the bed that's usually empty, lounging comfortably like her showing up in the middle of the night is completely, totally normal.
in response, the older girl snickers. "dude, enough with the screaming, seriously," she shrugs.
"you're so sensitive, seems like it's multiplied over the past week."
"wellโyeah!" you bark back, bewildered. "because you've been so... so frickin' weird and creepy lately!"
nikki just smiles.
you're in utter disbelief, a million different emotions pulsing through your veins so fast and rough it almost feels like you might have a heart attack on the spot.
because she has no right to just show up in your bedroom in the middle of the night and expect you to be a-okay about it and let her spend the night. what kind of crazy person lets a literal criminal stay in their house after they've been caught breaking and entering?
frowning, you realize that maybe she isn't a criminal. the longer you stand here, the more you realize.
your eyes drift around the room, from a bloodied up nikki to the open window letting in a cool breeze, and then your nerves start to ease in just the slightest bit. okay, maybe she didn't break anything, but she still entered illegally, so you still have the right to be mad!
she scared you too, so there's another thing you have the right to be angry about.
as you try to catch your breath, you finally let your shoulders drop alongside your arm that you hadn't even realized you'd been holding up in the direction of your door.
"that was rude, you know," nikki murmurs, pouting.
your eyes flick back up to her.
she's already staring back at you, pretty brown eyes dark and gleaming with something dangerous in the dim light your bedside lamp provides.
"i don't like being called names."
"weird and creepy aren't names, nikki."
she just huffs.
"...well i don't like being called weird or creepy either, yn, you should know that better than anyone," she retorts, voice a pinch louder.
you exhale slowly.
nikki's right.
ever since the kids in grade school bullied her and ran around calling her names like freaky nikki, she's never liked the type of teasing that involves name-calling. or, in your case, describing her as words that are negative in any way, even if you're only telling the god-honest truth.
a pang of guilt hits you in the gut right then and there, and you can't help but take one step closer to the bed. one step closer to her and the wrecked state she's in.
"i'm... i'm sorry," you trail off. "i didn't know what else to say, i was startled."
another giggle slips past her lips.
you flinch immediately, eyes widening again at the sudden noise.
nikki can't help but laugh a little louder. she hushes herself soon after, scooting out from under the covers and crawling towards the edge of your side of the bed.
despite the blood painted across her face, she still looks beautiful. you've always found her just that little bit more attractive than any other girl you've ever dated, or met in general. her kindness and understanding is what draws you in so much, because no matter the mistakes you make or the things you don't quite understand, she's always patient and lenient with you.
so you shouldn't repay her with fear and disgust, you should be repaying her with that same gentle kindness and even softer reassurance.
it'd just a help little bit more if you knew what exactly happened to her, and then maybe you'd be able to empathize better.
nikki smiles again. "i'm not gonna bite you."
you stay frozen.
because nothing is making much sense to you in this situation.
so instead of freaking out again like you did earlier, you let nikki come closer. slowly, she makes her way over the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, hands in her lap as she stares up at you with those same doe-like eyes you've grown used to seeing.
her gaze seems different now, mixed with something akin to hunger. it's a little frightening, if you're being honest, but there's never been a moment where you haven't been even at least a little intimidated by the woman.
once she finds her spot in front of you, she sits still for a moment or two.
brown eyes drag along your body.
and it almost feels like she's touching you with her hands, dull nails scratching down the fabric of your pajamas.
the mere thought of that sends a cool shiver down your spine, the outside breeze coming in not helping the goosebumps that rise on your skin at all.
nikki moves again, quicker this time.
her hands leave her lap, and she rises onto her knees to be at eye-level with you despite the obvious difference in the height at which you're both standing. only then do you realize what she's wearingโwell, nothing really. she's half-naked, in all truth, wearing nothing but her undergarments and a band t-shirt that should be sitting in your closet.
vivid memories of nikki wearing your clothes at sleepovers flash in your mind, scenes flashing by like a movie montage.
except in the past, she's always worn shorts or... something that covers her lower half more than just her underwear.
a soft warmth settled deep in your chest, rising to your cheeks before you could even attempt to hide. it gave you away immediately, the pink tint on your cheeks unmistakably deeming you flustered.
the warmth only heats up as nikki's hands find your face, cupping your jaw. her thumbs smooth over your cheeks, the soft pads relaxing your muscles for only a minute before your heart begins to race again. she's never been this close before, never dared touching your face in such an... intimate manner. you just hope she doesn't go any further.
not because you don't want her to, but because she has a boyfriend and you are not a homewrecker. even if you don't particularly like the guy she's dating.
"nikki..." you mumble, eyes traveling to the shirt hanging around her frame.
she hums in response, not tearing her gaze away from your lips. her tongue subtly peeks out to sweep over her own, her thumbs making one last pass over your cheeks before they glide down and around to the back of your neck, toying with the baby hairs at your nape.
the action triggers a sigh to fall from between your lips, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you reluctantly open them back up to look at her.
your train of thought almost passes.
and then you remember. "...is that my current joys t-shirt?" you question, voice a mere whisper.
nikki doesn't answer this time, too interested in running her fingers through your hair. her breathing is even now, same as yours, but she's not really listening to you anymore. you can tell when she finds something worth her attention or not, and right now, your words are the least of her concerns.
your breath hitches the moment she collects your hair and holds it in a ponytail, face inching a bit closer to be able to rest it over one of your shoulders without loosing even the smallest strand of hair.
she notices without struggle, smirking knowingly at your reaction as she continues to brush through your hair with careful fingers. she slowly detangles the knots in the ends of your hair, gentle so as not to hurt you because that's the last thing she's ever wanted to do with you in mind. she's too obsessed with you to do anything of the sort, which is what led her all the way to your house.
baron's apartment is across the city. her obsession with you is what led her here, in your bedroom, in your bed with her hands all over you and her scent slowly creeping into all of your senses.
he's still sleeping soundly in his bedโor that's what it'd seem like to someone just passing by. if they looked close enough, however, they'd notice his unmoving body. but the door is locked, nikki made sure of that before she left and came here. she also made sure the house was as clean as could be before cleaning herself up and crawling under the familiar weight of your blankets.
the only thing she forgot to clean up was the blood on her face.
oops.
nikki's eyes finally find themselves locked on something other than your lips, settling for your eyes instead. but before you're able to maintain the eye contact for even a second, she's back to staring at your lips.
the faintest hint of a smirk is still present on her own lips as she leans closer, fingers still twirling in the ends of your hair but continuing their ministrations slowly.
your eyes widen in the slightest, breath catching in your throat and heart skipping a beat as you watch her get closer and closer. your hands stay glued to your sides, unsure of where to place them and completely confused as to why nikki's even initiating this in the first place. she very clearly has a boyfriend, so what in the hell is happening?!
in the back of your mind, the reminder is still very much there, even as her lips find yours for the first time.
the first touch of her lips against yours is soft, almost unsure, like she's testing the waters to see if this is really okay with you.
and when you don't pull away, her hands snake away from your hair and cup your jaw again, thumbs finding your lips this time as she scoots even closer to you.
your breath is shallow as the pads of her thumbs slide across your lower lip, the softness of your lips making her huff a quiet laugh. it's enough to make you tense again, but when she leans in for another kissโthis one softer and more sureโyou kiss her back, eyes fluttering shut before you even realize you're reciprocating anything.
she pulls away again, breath slower now, before leaning back into you again, sucking your lower lip between her own as her thumbs rub the flushed skin of your neck.
and then suddenly all of her self-restraint is thrown out of the window, her mouth finding yours for the fourth time that night. she kisses you with a certain fervor you didn't know anyone was capable of having, lips plump and unfamiliar against yours but so, so addicting.
her tongue slides into your mouth without struggle, and your own brushes against hers as your mouths continue moving against each other. your hands shake at your sides, tense and still unsure whether or not you're okay to hold her waist.
after a moment or two, she presses her mouth roughly against yours before slowly pulling herself away.
it takes a second or two for you to process the entire thing, eyes slowly drifting open as you just... stare at the girl now laid across your mattress.
she's beautiful.
you just can't tell whether this is the right thing to be doing with her right now.
not when she's so... beat up.
but then her foot brushes your knee, and you realize she's okay with this. so, with the new reassurance, you let yourself crawl onto the bed and over her body. her eyes are already shut, waitingโexpecting your lips on hers and expecting them soon.
so you give her what she's been waiting for.
even if you are still a little freaked out from everything that's happened.
leaning over her body, you kiss her slowly. the second your lips touch hers, it's like something is set off in her mindโher hands find your waist, holding you against her as she kisses you back with the same amount of passion you're finally willing to give her.
she smiles into the kiss, lost in the taste of your lips against hers. without thinking, her leg comes up to wrap around your lower waist, ankle pressing into the lower half of your back to keep you pinned against her. the sweetness of your saliva mixing with hers makes the both of you dizzy, and nikki can't help but moan quietly against your lips.
you're left with the same response, a small mewl escaping your throat and falling right into her mouth. your own hands find her torso, thumbs brushing the underside of her bra over your shirt, scrunching it up in the messy process of... whatever it is you're doing.
"finally loosening up," she whispers between kisses, breathy and hardly reaching your ears as your hips start moving against hers.
it's instinctual.
or maybe it's just something you've been wanting to do for god knows how long, and sure maybe it is rooted from the crush you had on her back before baron suddenly started dating her and you had to push those feelings down. but now you don't have to. because she's kissing you and she's moving against you and she's making noises that are absolute music to your ears.
a low moan gets swallowed by nikki as you lean in closer, her fingers finally sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt and dancing across the bare skin of your back.
her touch sends a shiver down your spine, the breeze outside suddenly not doing anything to get rid of the heat that's consuming your entire body right now.
your hips find a steady rhythm against hers, grinding down whenever she grinds up, and your breath becomes shallow with each thrust of your hips. her nails, albeit dull, dig into your skin, scratching lightly down your lower back as she bucks against you, lips still glued to yours despite her breathlessness.
huffing, you murmur, "is this too much?"
"no. no, it's not," nikki doesn't miss a beat. "just keep kissing me, yn."
you don't argue.
but before you can find her lips again and press your swollen ones against them, she opens her mouth to speak again.
"i'm not with bear anymore, just so you know," she murmurs quietly, still breathless. "he... it's a long story, i'll tell you later. i just wanted to make sure you knew that before we did anything else."
you nod slowly.
a weight is immediately lifted off your chest upon her explanation.
but then her words register. she wanted to tell you she was single before you did anything else. warmth blooms on your face again, and this time it's even more obvious than it was before. you can't even pretend to be mad or scared anymore, not with everything she's telling you and everything she's done to you in the past five minutes.
it's all moving so fast and you don't really want it to stop any time soon.
"...i mean," you trail off, trying to find the correct words to use. "do youโdo you want to do anything else?"
nikki goes silent for a moment.
and in that moment, all that fills the room is your mixed labored breaths and the sound of the wind breezing through trees outside.
before you can backtrack, she nods.
"yeah."
your face only gets 10x warmer.
"i want you," she admits. "i've wanted you for the longest time, yn."
the confession cracks something open in your chest, and you almost jump off of her and start screaming in excitement. because she shares the feelings you've always had for her and she's telling you right now.
instead of embarrassing yourself, though, you lean back into her, kissing her swollen lips. this kiss is softer, filled with something meaningful that neither of you can put your finger on, but you both know it's something akin to love of some sorts.
"i want you too," you confess.
so you kiss her again.
and again.
and a few more times for good measure.
and despite the bloody state she's in, you continue to love on her.
because, in the moment, that's all you know how to do.
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ALSO ANON (if you're still here) WHO SENT IN THAT ONE NIKKI WHO'S ENGAGED TO READER REQ A FEW DAYS AGO, I AM STARTING ON IT SOON SO DON'T THINK I FORGOT!!!
boxer!manon who loves to fuck you from behind with her biceps wrapped around your neck , her grip tightening. keeping your head locked in a endearing position , she keeps her cock moving ramming your insides as you moan out your face filled with so much emotion as you try to muffle your moans .
you bite down eagerly on manonโs bicep she kisses your forehead giving you mock sympathy to tease you โ aww look at that , fucking you so well you tryna be quite mama huh? no need to do that sweet girl be as loud as you can you slutโ you choke on a moan when she calls a slut, your wetness growing more and more feeling the slick of manonโs big cock moving in and out .
manon turns to move her hands looking at your neck as she kisses it gently โ didnโt hurt you much baby?โ she says in a gentle voice .you and manon can be rough during a sex at times but sheโs always careful not to hurt you or do anything you donโt like a no means a no .
she lays you on your tummy now her cock still sprung as she holds it down grazing her tip and inserting some lube as she meets your lips down in a sloppy messy kissy before she drills her cock into you again .
immediately finding her rythym as soon as she feels that you took her whole down there. you cup her face thrusting your win hils โ mmph-manon right there babyโ . you moan as she swallows your moans โ fuck baby you feel so good like that takin my big cock so well โ .
she whispers kissing down your neck as she rocks harder reaching her orgasm as she slows down her splurging her high into you , her muscles relaxing and her body limp whilst she holds you close to her โ i love you so mcun angelโ she murmurs sleepily into your hair.
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it's been a good two or three days since the loss.
or, as you've been calling it, "the generational loss." the title is pretty childish, but it sums up your exact feelings whenever you even so much as think about what happened last sunday. i mean, training camp went well during off-season, so what made the team fumble so bad during the real thing?
the stadium had to have been at least more than halfway full, viewers in the stands screaming from every direction possible, the noise so loud you almost could never hear yourself think between quarters. not even the team huddle could block out their cheers and boos, the fans having their own battle off the field.
you could've sworn you heard some man yell, "i bet a thousand dollars on the chargers yesterday, they better not lose to the fucking raiders!" and boy, did the team have some news for him. not any good news, unfortunately.
which is probably why both teams heard a guttural scream come from the very front of the stands, followed by a bunch of laughs from the other viewers. you'll remember that day forever now with that memory, which sucks because if the chargers were to have won on that day, it'd make the moment so much better. instead, you'll simply have to live with the very clear picture of kirk cousins' amused grin as he shook your hand before chaos erupted within the stands.
the moment was funny, even more so once you saw the look on the quarterback's face, so you'll silently give them points for that, at least.
despite that moment shared between your fellow quarterback, the rest of your team has seemingly forgot about the game last week entirely. coach harbaugh is the reason behind that, ever the "don't dwell on the past, focus on the future" type of guy. and, hey, it's not like you dislike the guy, but you think he needs to focus his attention more on looking back at last games to see what could be fixed in future games.
mistakes are your biggest learning points, after all, so there's absolutely no harm in dwelling on the past if it's to the team's utmost benefit... and it is.
so why aren't you and the rest of the team currently sat in the film room playing back sunday's game?
truthfully, you're not sure.
being a quarterback comes with a lot of responsibilities, but arguing with the coach for a change is not one of them. well, not for you, at least. the last thing you'd ever want to do with your coach is argue and try to tell him that he's wrongโeven in the times he isโbecause with taking high risks, there's always a chance of getting the reward and realizing that it is drastically low.
don't get it twisted, you love taking risks, but that's one risk that you're absolutely not willing to take. because you actually really enjoy being on the team and you love your teammates, coaches, and staff alike. you'd never want to put that in jeopardy.
the mere thought of disobeying coach harbaugh sends a chill down your spine as you wipe down the weight bench you'd occupied for a good ten minutes before you finally decided that you needed to move onto something else or your arms would eventually become so weak they'd fall off your body less than a second into your next set. you thank the lord above that cole was bugging you to move on, albeit playfully, and that you would've had an excuse to leave the bench anyway.
on top of that, it's getting pretty late, and the sun is setting quicker than usual. so instead of turning on your heel to go hit hammer curls, you continue walking toward the locker rooms.
you have faith that coach harbaugh will come out of his office soon and clap his hands together, rallying up everyone's attention just to announce the end of the relatively easy plan he'd set up for the team today. he's not too grumpy on easy days like today, so you doubt he'll have that familiar growl in his voice that he always sports during field workouts.
as you walk into the locker rooms, chin hanging lower than usual from sheer exhaustion, something catches your attention.
a familiar ringtone chimes deeper into the room, echoing off the tiled walls and blowing a certain someone's cover before you were even given the chance to wonder if there was someone else in the room with you. an immediate smile curls your lips upwards, and you shift your weight against your assigned locker as you nod over at the corner of the room that's dim.
"come on out, bud," you call, raising a hand and curling your finger repeatedly in a gesture for him to come.
on cue, an exaggerated groan spills from the same corner you'd sensed that he was in. and what do you know, chris drags his feet from that dark spot and walks his way up to where you're standing.
you push his shoulder lightly.
to him, however, it feels like you just sucker punched him.
his reaction shows it. "dude, ow!"
"what?" you exclaim, confusion and amusement mixed into your tone, pitching your voice a little higher. "okay, you're overreacting. i gave you a light shove."
chris stares at you with wide eyes, an expression that screams 'are you serious?' written all over his face.
instead of spitting something back, he retaliates with a punch of his own straight to your shoulder. you don't even stumble back, simply standing straight and still maintaining your composure. when you don't react the first time, chris ends up grabbing both of your shoulders and shoving you back as hard he can.
and although that might've pushed him to floor, you just stumble a few steps back, laughing in his face as you see the bewilderment settle.
"you are a beast," he states, final.
you let another laugh slip free. "i think you're just... oddly weak and scrawny."
chris freezes, faux-offended.
"yeah okay, mr. football player who works out every day. sorry i'm not living up to your standards," he hisses, making pouty lips as he leans closer.
before you even get the chance to push him back again, lighter this time, he doubles over and starts cackling at his own joke... even though there wasn't really a joke that he made.
chris just finds the most abnormal things funny, and sometimes his laugh is contagiousโthis moment falls into the sometimes category.
maybe it's the exhaustion slowly turning you delirious, or maybe chris just has a really contagious laugh. you've always gone with the first option just to get under his skin because, truth be told, he is quite literally one of the funniest guys you think you've ever met.
seriously, you couldn't imagine a life without this kid and his outrageously ridiculous laughs and facial expressions.
once your laugh attacks pass and chris wipes the tears from his eyes, he plops down on the bench in between the rows of lockers and stretches out his legs before crossing his feet over each other. he watches as you grab a towel from inside of your locker and wipe down your face with it, running it along your neck and over the fading scars on your chest. it's been a long journey, finding your confidence. the start of last year was the first time you really felt confident and ready enough to take off your shirt in front of smaller groups, and now you're confident enough to take it off in front of your team.
chris has always been there for you, same with madison. they've openly supported you and your achievements ever since you came to them and really opened up about your identity. and when you were finally able to afford your first surgery, you came to them in a mess of tears and mumbled words of happiness.
you're grateful for them, they know that. no words could explain how much they mean to you, and vice versa. but when they were one of the first ones to visit you after the surgery, it really settled in for you just how much they love and support you.
found family, you'd always joke. but the words mean something between the three of you, and you all know it's so much more than just some silly joke.
"so..." you hum, glancing over your shoulder at a relaxed chris. "remind me again why you're here. and why you have john pork's ringtone set as your own."
chris whistles quietly.
"so many questions," he murmurs, tone light and playful. "yet no many answers."
you cock a brow.
the dark-haired boy just smirks.
"no many answers?" you echo, finally turning around fully and settling your weight on your right foot. "chris, you really are something. something handsome and cool, yet... so, so ridiculous."
the word ridiculous goes in through one ear and spills out of the other the moment the words handsome and cool come into play, and chris winks jokingly up at you as he nudges your leg with his foot. you pull away immediately, not particularly wanting to start a round of footsy in the locker room before practice has even officially ended.
chris doesn't try retaliating again. he sits up straighter and watches as you toss the towel into your gym bag and haul it over onto the empty space beside him before throwing your shirt and shoes in there as well. you slip into your clogs and unfold the spare tank top that's been sitting in the back of your locker for ages and pull it over your head, snagging your water bottle before shutting the metal door.
it closes with a thud that echoes through the room, and just as it rings out, you hear the familiar sharp clap that signals practice has finally come to an end.
with a relieved sigh, you finally allow your shoulders to relax alongside the rest of your muscles. that noise has become the best sound you could ever hear since you first got drafted by the chargers back in 2022. four years with the team, and yet coach harbaughs clap is the only sound that's gone triple platinum in your mind even through those long seasons. you doubt anyone on the team would disagree, especially with how everybody piles into the locker room immediately after the noise has died down.
omarion is the first to walk into the locker room, followed by keaton, ladd, and the rest of the team. despite the sweat glistening on his skin and the tiredness settling deep into his bones, he shoots chris a polite smile as he walks over and reaches out.
chris daps him up the second he's within reach, using the handshake as leverage to pull himself up and onto his feet. "what's up, man?"
"nothing much," he replies, tone soft and filled with the calm energy of a guy who's just finished a good workout. "why is it that you're here almost every day now?"
the shorter guy shrugs. "support."
omarion laughs, patting his back as he walks past him to get to his locker. "love it."
"love you," chris teases, and omarion just laughs again, louder than before as he opens his locker.
around them, the rest of the team moves slowly to get their things ready. after a lighter practice like today, nobody really has much to say since most of the jokes have been cracked and the long stories have already been told in the comfortable chaos of the weight room. you're no different from anyone on the team, except for the fact that you had to work just a little bit harder to get to where you are right nowโin the nfl as a well-known quarterback, surrounded by a team you've deemed as family on multiple occasions.
days when chris shows up are a little bit different than usual. he's basically the self-acclaimed team manager, and since he gets along with everybody pretty well and doesn't get in the way of anything, the team has continued to roll with it. coach harbaugh had a lot to say to him the first couple of days he'd snuck into the facility without explicit permission, but now that he's proven he's not as bad as harbaugh thinks, coach slides smoothly with him almost as well as the players.
days when chris shows up are a little more chaotic than usual.
he's a jokester, and with all the buzz around that one podcast he sent you a clip of yesterday, best believe he'll be referencing words pulled from that twenty-five second video for the following weeks until he finds something equally as funny and finally moves on. you're fine with the jokes, seeing as he'd been texting you them nonstop overnight and into this morning. you're just not so sure if your team is particularly fond of those jokes, or the podcast and topic in general.
you're not even surprised when he leans against your locker sporting a smug smirk, hands shoved into his pockets.
"you and the guys gonna make anymore decisions that lower a certain somebody's life expectancy times twelve?" he says smoothly, and before you even get the chance to react, tre peeks his head from the opposite row of lockers.
your eyes follow chris' gaze all the way to tre's faux-offended expression. he has an eyebrow cocked and a grimacing look on his face, though the edge of his lips twitch the moment he parts them to speak up.
"alright traitor," he shakes his head, feigning disapproval. "get on with the rams while you're at it since you're such a big ss fan."
ss?
you blink. "what's ss?"
tre averts his attention from chris and lets his eyes fall on you. "that podcast. sideline sessions?"
derwin doesn't miss a beat, even if he is on the other side of the locker room and shouldn't have been able to hear this conversation in any other room. screw the echo these perfectly tiled walls produce.
"hell no!"
everyone in the locker room snickers at his reaction to just the title of the podcast, and now you're a little shocked.
how come it seems like the entire team has known about this podcast long enough to grimace at the mere mention of it's name and you're only just now discovering it? maybe you don't know these guys as well as you thought. or maybe you're overthinking about a podcast too much for someone who has another game next sunday against the broncosโa game you should be brainstorming ways not to lower the life expectancy of fans.
chris' words, not yours.
well... that one podcast host's words, you guess.
"you watched the podcast?" you ask suddenly, voice a little lower in volume so your words don't echo.
chris nods, unbothered. "yeah," he replies. "i was scrolling on my for you last night and the clips just kept on coming, so i decided to give the episode a listen and... i got hooked. far too quick for a guy who is literally bros with everyone on the chargers team. but like, i'm only listening for research purposes."
pssh, research purposes my ass.
you don't say anything, not really knowing what you should say in response to that.
it's a podcast. a podcast that thrives off making fun of your team and having a host that has a great sense of humor. from the clip that chris sent you, the girl is pretty funny, so you'll give her that. you just don't see how people could genuinely watch those clips and get heated enough to tap on her profile and write out paragraphs upon paragraphs of insane threats and belittling words.
okay, fine.
you've been caught.
after chris sent you the clip from the podcast yesterday, you started getting more video clips on your own for you page of that same exact episode. so sure, maybe you stayed and watched some of them to see if the host really knew what she was talking about and wasn't just all bark and no bite, but then those clips started going from football to her personal life and... yeah, the rabbit hole you went down seemed endless.
that's about all the deep diving you're cut out for, though, so you're officially cutting yourself off from funny football podcasts that trash you and your team for the foreseeable future.
"what?" chris pushes, smiling before he even gets his next words out. "for a podcast host, she's pretty funny."
the entire locker room erupts into loud boos and noises of disapproval, and chris can do nothing but use you as a human shield to protect himself from the teams menacing looks as you make your way out of the facility with him basically clinging to you like a baby koala on its parent.
on your way out, the sound of footsteps trails close behind you. before chris can shield himself again, coach harbaugh's familiar voice meets your ears.
"ln, wait up."
you glance over, turning to fully acknowledge him with a gentle smile. "coach."
"hey," he greets, nodding over at chris in silent acknowledgement before his attention is back on you. "don't forget you have a zoom interview with espn at 6pm today. business casual... but you can just throw on one of your warm-ups and call it a day."
with one last pat on your shoulder, he smiles.
"got it," you hum. "thanks."
"no problem. have a nice evening, ln."
harbaugh glances over his shoulder one last time at chris. "you too, sturniolo."
chris' eyes widen, and the second harbaugh turns his back, he points a finger at himself and turns his entire body towards you.
"he just said my name?"
you nod slowly. "...yeah, he did."
"let's fuckin' go, dude! this is the first time i've ever even heard him call me anything!"
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i promise you things get better, this is just a little bump in the road of life. whether we like it not, losses happen. despite that, we have to move on and try to heal from them and bounce back as a better person for the person/pet that you lost! life gets better, wing anon, and i promise you it'll get better soon ๐ฉท
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the last notes of the podcasts theme ring out, and then the familiar sight of sophia's podcast setup is fading into view.
it's always been the same, minus some minimal changes she's decided to make over time with how much her career has grown from talking shit about footballโwith facts and careful analysis of plays and coaching decisions to back it up, of course. she's never been one to talk down on things unless her point has been proven time and time again without even the smallest attempt to fix it. that's the part of football she hates, but it's also the part that's never failed to draw her in.
sophia likes football. tolerates it, to be exact. saying that she "likes" it is her being generous, and it almost feels like she's exaggerating her emotions towards the sport just by saying that she tolerates it. she tolerates it to a certain extent.
what might that extent be, you may ask?
well, the extent to which she can pinpoint the exact second a defensive coordinator's coverage scheme completely collapses. and then she's right back to square one: hating and writing the topic she'll be rolling with in her next podcast episode.
so sure, she has an entire podcast dedicated to the sport, but that doesn't exactly mean she enjoys watching it more than half of the time.
today's episode, however, is one she'll be playing back and watching with a smile until the chargers make it to their first super bowl.
and if they win it?
oh, she might ride that high for years to come.
but the team is objectively ass, so that's not something she's ever deemed possible.
despite that, she still has some hope.
like an ounce of it.
nevermind that, though. she has business to handle, and by business, she means a podcast episode that'll definitely leave some of her viewers fuming and others finding so much joy in that they'll leave a very detailed paragraph in her dms that ends in them asking for her number.
yeah. she gets those a lot, even with how many times she's stated she has a boyfriendโeven though she really, unfortunately (or fortunately, for sophia) does not. she'd rather live with the lie of being in a relationship than glaze the hell out of some shitty football team and a coach who, in reality, has no idea what they're doing. half of the coaches for the teams on the west coast literally just make their players run around with a ball and make them play keep-away with the other team until they eventually score a touchdown.
at least the seahawks gave the west coast some grace after the super bowl, but jeez, everybody needs to step up their game and they need to step it up soon.
but to add onto that, the chargers are in the afc west division, and the seahawks are in the nfc west divison. so... yeah, maybe their super bowl win doesn't shed much light on the chargers at all.
okay, back to her podcast.
seriously, this time.
sophia leans forward, reaching for her microphone and adjusting it just slightly closer to her mouth.
the red recording light stare at her from a few feet away.
she stares right back, the edge of a smirk etched into her expression. she already knows she's gonna piss off some die-hard chargers fans today. but whatever, she's only telling the truth.
"hi, everybody, and welcome back to sideline sessions!" she begins, leaning back into her couch cushions. a short pause is taken before she sighs, "unfortunately for me, football was played this week."
another pause.
"once again."
the grin that was teetering on the edge of her lips seconds ago finally breaks out, painting her face in a mixture of amusement and downright smugness.
"now, before chargers fans start sending me mass death threatsโ" she grabs the mic, inching it closer, "โwhich, yes, that has happened many times before, thanks for askingโi want to make one thing very clear."
she holds up a finger, tilting her head a little and shooting the camera a small side-eye.
"this loss wasn't entirely their fault."
a beat passes.
and another half of one.
until she's back. "okay, and before everyone starts gasping and saying, "woah, she's finally not dragging their names in the dirt and being ruthless?" no, that's not what's happening, so please take your fingers off of your keyboards and delete the draft tweet. this loss was mostly their fault, like every loss they had last season. and the season before that, and the season before that, and... yeah, i don't think i need to remind many of you."
one of her producers behind the camera, yasmin, scoffs in faux-offense.
"what?" sophia laughs. "i'm being nice, youโand the people watching thisโshould be grateful."
yasmin doesn't respond.
probably because she knows sophia's lying.
the host sighs softly, nails tapping one, twice, three times on the microphone before pushing it away from her face a few millimeters, never comfortable with the object being in one spot the entire time. before she speaks again, she brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.
"look," she begins, "i've spent the last twenty-four hours rewatching the game, looking over stats, reading post-game interviews, and unfortunately exposing myself to the sea of whiny chargers fans complaining about everything but the chargers. i've done the work, all of it."
she gestures dramatically in the air, shaking her head subtly.
"and after that, i've come to the professional conclusion that somebody needs to start apologizing to their defense," she deadpans, serious.
sophia reaches for her notebook off camera before she decides to go any further, already picturing multiple people vigorously typing up their terrible defense regarding their favorite player and how hard they've worked all off-season just for her to say something so rude. truth be told, she couldn't care less. really, she's seen it all, and it doesn't faze her nearly as much as it used to.
that's actually what fuels her career: butt hurt, die-hard football fans that don't care about anything other than the sport.
she can't hate on them too much, though, seeing as she likes it as well. not to the extent that some teenage boys love it, but she's pretty sure she'd be grouped up with the same people if it were to be into statistics.
inhaling, she continues, "because when i tell you there were people on that field looking confused, i mean genuinely confused," she explains, nodding her head to puncuate her point. "like imagine coming into a new job, it's your first day, and you walk into the wrong location. and no, i'm not exaggerating, you can watch the playback of the game... but i highly recommend you don't."
sophia's eyes drift along the pages in her notebook, skimming the words and points she'd messily written while watching the game. her handwriting is still legible, but nothing really makes sense now that she's taking a good look at the sentences.
and in her moment of being completely stumped, she decides to say the one thing that's been on her mind since the final quarter ended yesterday.
"however," she pauses, eyeing the camera.
there's a collective sense of dread from everyone who's listened to the podcast long enough.
because when sophia says however, it means she's about to say something nice. and although sophia is a sweet girl in person, she absolutely hates saying nice things about football players who are too self-centered to even give a simple compliment to their teammatesโand trust her, she's seen a lot.
"i will give credit where credit is due."
she sighs dramatically.
"because contrary to popular belief, i do know what i'm talking about when i'm talking about football," another sigh slips past her lips. "and, you know what? sure, yn played pretty well yesterday."
silence envelopes the studio.
and before she's given the chance to drown in her imagination of what her timeline will look like after this is posted, she narrows her eyes at the camera.
"so did mcconkey and matlock, so don't think i'm picking favorites since everyone loves to jump to conclusions," she adds on.
pointing towards the camera, she cocks a brow.
"do not clip that."
a small chuckle erupts from her throat, and she can't help but lean back into the cushions and let go of her microphone for the first time in the whole episode since the beginning of it. she enjoys the banter she has with the little fanbase she's created for herself, not just for the players who she talks about. it's quite enjoyable sometimes when people actually start seeing the truth in what she's talking about and realize that, hey, maybe she isn't just some fame-hungry wannabe podcast host who knows nothing.
she already knows that at least one person will always be accusing her of that, though, so what's the use in entertaining an argument that'll get both parties involved nowhere? there's none, which is exactly why she never bothers trying anymore.
it's amusing when she does reply sometimes, giggling behind her screen as she watches the multitude of angry replies flood in within seconds of her hitting send on the comment.
the thought makes her giggle again, the sound spilling into her next words. "okay, anyway. the point that i'm making is that one or two players cannot save an entire team from making decisions that actively lower my life expectancy. and, really, the life expectancy of every other chargers fan that watched the game."
glancing back down at her notes, she inhales deeply. when the breath comes back out, her eyes return to the camera and the glowing red light.
"which is unfortunate for him, really." she hums.
yasmin, the same producer from earlier, tilts her head in confusion. "okay girl, who are you talking about? you just named, like... three players."
sophia nods slowly, almost as if she thinks the girl behind the camera is joking.
until she realizes she isn't.
"ln," she clarifies. "it's unfortunate for ln."
off camera, a collective sound of agreement from her crew drifts softly through the room.
the filipina girl frowns. "because now every chargers fan is going to hear me say something remotely positive and start acting like i've had some kind of... spiritual awakening. which, honestly, wouldn't surprise me, seeing the millions of conspiracy theories floating around the internet these days."
sophia shakes her head immediately, faking a shudder as she makes a quiet, distressed noise.
"i haven't, just to be clear," she chirps.
and it's true.
she hasn't had a spiritual awakening and she doesn't think she will for years to come.
still shaking her head, she continues. "i still think half of that organization owes me compensation for emotional damages."
a notification pings on her laptop, propped on her desk just off camera.
she ignores it, not even sparing it so much as a glance as she takes another glimpse of her notes, flipping the page in hopes of finding something else to talk about. when nothing instantly catches her eye, she shuts the little journal closed and sits up a little straighter, smiling brightly and staring at the camera.
"alright," she exhales. "moving on."
she clasps her hands together, the action making a small clap sound that her microphone catches.
"today's agenda includes questionable coaching decisions, preventable mistakes, and a segment i've lovingly titled: incompetence, per usual."
sophia's smile turns wicked.
it's dangerous, one that her viewers have seen time and time again and should know exactly what to expect the moment she opens her mouth.
it's the kind that has historically led to at least ten different fanbases trying to cancel her. oh, and an amount of death threats and hate comments that could realistically fill fifteen semi-trucks to their full capacity. and if you didn't know, that's a lotโbetween twenty and twenty-five tons, to be exact. if she's going into further detail, that's between forty-thousand and fifty-thousand pounds, so... yeah, imagine that.
she doesn't have to imagine, unfortunately.
what she does have to imagine, however, is just how big the conversation of her and the three players she'd just name dropped will be by the time she posts this episode and has let it marinate long enough for people to play back certain seconds.
but she'll deal with that when the time has actually come, which thankfully isn't now.
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