NFL Imagines

•O• Andrei Iosivas •O•

Title: She Hates Me
Warnings: Injuries, little fights, reader is mean to Andrei sometimes but so is Andrei to her, and the normal swearing

Just so y'all know...this took forever to write. I didn't know why until I realized how long it is. I didn't plan for this to surpass 5k words and to my shock it ended up being almost 7k...I apologize for not only my disappearance but also this emotional roller coaster of a story

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"You'll like (Y/n). Everyone likes (Y/n)...after they get on her good side."

Where in the world is her good side and how the hell do you get there??? Andrei thought to himself as he downed half a bottle of water, his dark eyes locked on his coach.

You were standing next to Ja'Marr, hand firmly pressed to his stomach to correct his form, which he was glaring at you for. The two of you were bantering about something and your eyes were bright with amusement. It brought a small smile to Andrei's face. He liked that look on you a lot, and he wished those kinds of emotions would shine in your eyes whenever you'd look at him, but unfortunately they were always hard and guarded when they would shift to him. He couldn't understand why.

For months, it had been this way. You were different around him. You treated his fellow wide receivers like longtime friends, but when you would turn to him, your mood changed. It made no sense. He hadn't done anything that would make you dislike him, that he can recall. If he had, he would have apologized long ago, but he hadn't done anything wrong, yet you were still rough with him. He had been trying to put together the puzzle that was you for so long that it was beginning to drive him crazy.

Lost in his own little world, he gets startled when he feels a light, quick tap to the underside of his chin. He nearly chokes on air when he comes back to reality to see you standing there, almost like you had teleported to his side, eyes sharp and cutting into him as normal.

"Iosivas, you're going to catch flies if you don't close your mouth," you quip and he swears he sees the corner of your mouth lift the tiniest bit. His jaw snaps shut automatically and heat rises to his face in an instant.

Too flustered to think straight, he speaks before considering his words or thinking over his decision.

"Andrei."

Both of you react in a similar way; Andrei stiffens and you go oddly still at the single word. Your eyes lock, his full of caution and yours full of confusion.

"What?" You ask, brows tightly drawn together.

He clears his throat, suddenly afraid that he had made the wrong move. Stupid, stupid, stupid, his mind sings, causing him to scowl at himself. An inhale and exhale and mini panic attack later, he tells you, "My name is Andrei. Please call me by my name."

You stare into his eyes for a long moment, not saying a word. He feels trapped under your intense gaze and breathing becomes a struggle to him the longer the seconds tick by.

"Alright, Andrei," you finally speak, grinning the tiniest bit, "don't catch too many flies. We can't have you choking off the field."

Your arm extends towards him and he feels the ghost of your fingers brush the side of his chin—Then they're gone and you go strutting away, Tee's name rolling from your lips in a shout when you notice him fooling around with Ja'Marr's jersey, which Ja'Marr had stripped himself of for no reason...Normal Bengals chaos, that's what was unfolding.

He watches you with longing eyes, resting his cheek in his palm and sighing dreamily as you snatch the jersey from Tee and start to swing it at Ja'Marr. Then he can't help but to laugh when Ja'Marr begins to run for his life, you hot on his tail, yelling "threats" at the star wide receiver.