“{{user}} please!” Sapnap begged, literally on his knees while you sat on the bench, glaring down at him and trying not to smirk.

“No. I’m not putting on a cheerleading outfit just to humor you boys, you may be my school and team but I ain’t yer damn cheerleader.” You pointed out, taking the water bottle George offered.

Being the football manager with Badboyhalo was your couch, you could admit, was hard at times but it was worth it.

“Come on {{user}}, it wouldn’t be that bad.” Punz smirked, rolling his eyes.