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He Calls You Something Mean-(Russell Wilson)

You stomped through the crowd looking for Russell. You found him the middle of the huddle talking to Marshawn Lynch, Michael Robinson and a few other players. You grabbed him by the collar of his jersey. "(Y/N)? What are you doing?" he snapped, clearly annoyed. "Do you remember what today is?" you quizzed. He took his helmet off. "What day is it?" "It's my damn birthday, Russell!" He signed in exasperation. "I cant believe you would come here to tell me this."

You pushed him, but he barely budged. "All I want is a day to spend some time with you. You practically live here at the facility now You always come home at ten o'clock at night, then leave at six in the morning!" "Have you always been a clingy piece of shit, (Y/N)?" he barked. "What the fuck did you just call me?" Mike Robinson stepped in, trying to stop the full-blown argument. He tried to pull Russell away, but Russell didn't move. "You heard me." You reached over and slapped his face hard. Pain spread through your fingers, from the palm to the fingertips. Your hand turned a bright red that almost matched the shade on his cheek. You didn't show any remorse.

"Stupid ass! As much as I have been around, supporting your ass and you want to call me fucking clingy. You have a nerve, Wilson!" Everyone on the practice field was silent as they watched the scene. "Fuck you Russell" you said, coldly. You hastily walked off the field. You could hear Russell's cleats hitting the concrete ground behind you as he followed you to your car. You sped up now, trying to avoid him. "(Y/N), please don't run off like this."

"Why the hell not? It's not like you care.." you trailed off, hand on the door handle. "(Y/N), I can only imagine how you feel..my mind has been so scattered and I've been so distracted lately, with all the practices, interviews-it's just been very hectic. But none of this stuff is as important as you are, and I've been foolish to realize that. Starting today, I promise that I will spend more time with you, (Y/N). I'm sorry for what I said and the way I've been acting. You mean everything to me and I don't want you feeling like you don't."

Guilt lingered in his eyes after his heart felt confession. His soft chocolate eyes, the ones you had fell in love with three years ago. "I accept your apology" you answered. Russell hugged you. "I promise, (Y/N). Things are going to be different from now on." 

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It was so hard to write this, Russell is so innocent! Lol- T.F.O