Imagine Andy~ Manchester City vs. United
You were in Andy’s room while Andy was getting snacks and drink, as you waited for the game to start. You were so ready for your team to win against his. You supported Manchester City and he supported United so you always competed on who won.
You didn’t really win or lose anything except if your team lost, you had to do the dishes or cook dinner for a week or something. Nothing you wouldn’t be doing any other time cause who has time for anything else? You also got bragging rights, but hell, even if you lost, you’d still brag about your team anyway so is that even winning?
But this time, Andy had a different idea. This time, it would be a real competition.
“Alright, Y/N, I have a deal for you...” he said, as he set the snacks down on the coffee table in front of you.
“Oh, lord, what is it?” you said.
You didn’t think he could come up with something too bad, but he could’ve gotten help from Rye and that thought really scared you.
“Fan of the losing team has to take the fan of the winning team out to eat, shop, and grooming. Deal?” Andy stuck his hand out.
Getting pampered by Andy for winning? Hell yeah! You immediately took his hand, giving it a firm shake before turning to see that the game was starting.
~Time lapse cause ain’t nobody got time to write out a whole detailed description of an entire soccer game. I GOT SCHOOL IN THE MORNING..okay, I’m done~
It was coming close to the end of the game. The teams were tied. His team had the ball and was dribbling down the field and just as the kicker was about to kick it to the goal, your team stole the ball and started dribbling it the other way, totally catching the other team off guard and the kicker kicked it straight into the goal, winning the game.
You jumped up, cheering, screeching, clapping. You looked at Andy who had a look of shock and despair on his face.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? WE WERE *THIS* CLOSE!” he screamed at the TV.
You kept laughing and cheering.
“That’s enough, Y/N, I get it. Your team won!” he rolled his eyes.
“I’m just happy you’re gonna buy me stuff!” you giggled.
This made him stop and giggle, too. This was your relationship. Your team wins and you’re more excited about the prize you get than the fact that your team won. You were his girl and right now, you being so happy about just getting to go shopping and get food is the cutest thing in the world to him.
He pulled you into a side-hug and gave you a smirk, “I would probably do it anyway, baby girl.”
