NFL Players × Reader

C.J Stroud / Male Reader

"We may lose sight of it all, we may lose signal" ~ SiR, I'M NOT PERFECT

C.J

It's Sunday, game day, and usually I'd be excited about this.

Buttttt we're playing the Jags and I already know I'm going to be seeing him.

Ugh, I hate him.

In fact, I hate him so much I'm not even going to think of his name.

Nope, not gonna do it.

We jog out onto the Jacksonville field, and our fans cheer us on, enlivened to watch us play in person.

I catch sight of the opposing team, and there he is.

The 6'0" defensive end.

He spots me as well and waves at me, I look away, ignoring him.

Nope.

We begin setting up the play and I keep my eyes on anyone, but that specific defensive end.

I point out certain players to help my offense and then the ball is hiked to me.

I get ready to throw it when I see him charging right at me.

Fuck me.

I attempt to escape, but just like I expected, he snatches my waist and brings me down to the grass.

"Shit."

I swear under my breath.

"Hey C.J."

He climbs off of me and I sit up.

He offers me his hand, but instead I take my wide reciever's.

I walk off.

"Hey C.J."

"Sorry about that, I thought you'd be used to it~"

My face brightens up at the man's comment.

What a fucking douche.

"Hey man are you okay?"

Tank inquires me noticing my off aura.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I brush off the DE's attitude and we set up the next three plays without a hitch and secure us a few first downs.

I get tackled by yours truly, but before that I chuck the ball.

"Still can't outrun me Stroud."

"It's cute to see you try though~"

He once again tries to help me up and I accept my starting tight end's hand.

"C.J fo' real man?"

Don't interact.

Just don't entertain him.

"Dude leave him alone, he doesn't wanna fucking talk to you."

Dalton comes to my defense.

"Come on Dalton."

I urge him to also pay him no mind.

"The fucks up with that guy?"

We score a touchdown and the guys successfully kept him off of me.

We all celebrate then my offense and I now crash on the bench.

"Hey C.J, you and Y/n over there went to the same college right?"

Dalton curiously brings him up.

I remember those days, we were younger and not like this..

"Yeah, we were on the same team."