“want a sprite cranberry?”
summary: as a nba research and development worker assigned to the minnesota timberwolves, you began to naturally get close with the players. some coming in frequently to get an update on their stats, some coming in few and far between just to look at their chart. however, one player stood out. anthony edwards. one day, you and your friends decide to get together to celebrate the holiday season and you drunkenly dm anthony. where will this go?
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you were a nba research and development worker for the minnesota timberwolves. you’ve met every single player, yet one has always stood out to you. anthony edwards was in your office at your desk nearly every day. he came in with no intention of asking a dumb question to hide the real reason he was in your office. anthony was always very bold. he’d come in with “just checkin’ in on you” or “how are my stats lookin’?” he’d always make jokes when shown his chart about how his “must be rigged” because somehow mcdaniels always had the “prettier” chart. anthony even came in on his non training days to come check in. hr had begun to suspect something. while it was clear that you had a thing for anthony as much as you tried to be professional and push it down, it wasn’t clear if he had a feel for you.
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a few of your friends decided it would be fun if you guys decided to gather for the holiday season. of course, it would be no true gathering if there was no alcohol, food, and hot gossip. you and the girls had dancing on the stars on until an ad came on. the ad depicted anthony edwards taking over lebron’s role of advertising sprite cranberry during the holidays and asking the viewer “want a sprite cranberry?” you stupidly had to open your mouth.
“fuckkkk, why does he always have to look so sexy. i don’t want no sprite cranberry, i want him to take these drawls off!” you groaned, yearning for him.
that was the moment you decided to text him. you picked up your phone and began typing.
“anthony, ion want no sprite cranberry. what i want is for you to come take these drawls off”
sent. not a wave of regret swam through your body. you soon shut off your phone and continued your night.
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when you woke up the next morning hungover and still slightly drunk, your first instinct was to check your phone. this wasn’t a morning habit feeling, but something coming from the bottom of your gut.
the scream you let out rung throughout your apartment. the horror in your soul took over your whole body as you read the texts you drunkenly sent anthony last night and his reply. he responded with “damn ma. you know we can’t be doing ts on the regular. i fuck wit the boldness tho, keep ttm like dat.”
keep talking to him like that? we can’t on the regular? does he wanna fuck? as sexy as anthony was, is he worth your job?
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when you returned to work, anthony was so much more caring. he came into your office with food from your fave local spot, nonchalantly playing with your braids, giving you his hoodies that you wore disguised as team merch that had his scent all over it, tugging at the drawstrings of your hoodie, ect. he loved whenever it was time for his weekly stat breakdown and he had an excuse to be all close with you. it began to get suspicious to your coworkers when he came into and mistakenly rubbed your back in front of everyone.
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you walked into your office the following morning, your coworkers began stare awkwardly and you were quickly called into your bosses office.
“y/n. we must discuss your relationship with anthony.” your boss muttered
holy shit. clearly people had taken a notice to your odd relationship with anthony.
“what relationship?” you lied through your teeth.
“well you know that a relationship between our players and stars and our employees in general is strictly forbidden. you and anthony have recently been displaying behavior of an inappropriate workplace relationship”
“okay well there’s nothing going on there.” for some reason, the second you muttered that you wanted to cry. you knew there was something there. the butterflies when he hugged you or played with your hair or gripped your hand extra tight when crossing the street so he knew you got to your car safe before he went back to training.
“as much as i want to believe you, i will have to keep my eyes on the both of you. this is a warning”
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a/n - thank you so much for reading! this short blurb mayyy lead to a series so stay tuned!