#courtsideasks

[onthecourtbugs]

Hey girl so I was thinking a tall reader with Nash and Jason possibly maybe more of jabberwock I haven’t seen a lot of people write for the rest of them..probably because they barely got any screen time like how Nash n Jason did,but if you can try that would be nice!!

Tall Gyal

Pairing: Jabberwocks x Tall!FemReader

Warning(s): None

A/N: You’re absolutely correct, we don’t see a lot for them! Allen’s is kinda short tho, ngl.

Summary: The Jabberwocks like tall girls too, don’t even lie and say they don’t.

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Jason

Still pinching and smacking and grabbing you everywhere. You thought being tall was gone save you? Uh-Uh. If anything, this makes it worse.

Or better? Maybe you like that.

Jay certainly does. It’s nice to not have to lean over or bend his knees to get a little action.

He loves it!

What he doesn’t love is the fact he can’t hide nothing from you. He’s used to putting stuff up high where he’s the only one who can reach it. Out of sight out of mind, right?

Wrong, cuz you can pull up a chair and see just fine. That and he’s not very original with his hiding spots so he’s practically inviting you to see all the snacks, surprise gifts and stuff you’re not supposed to know about.

He still hasn’t gotten used to the fact that someone else can and will reach up in his zone and take all his goodies 😫

You got that man frantically opening cupboards and swiping the empty spaces on top multiple times cuz he swore he put his Cheetos up there!

“Y/n!”

“Whut?” Laid out on the couch with the remote and an orange bag, watching your favorite show without a care in the world. The great thing about Jason’s place? Everything is bigger than you, even the shower.

“You seen my Cheetos?!”

You roll up the half-empty Cheeto bag with loud, telltale crinkles and start on licking your fingertips clean of evidence. “Nope! Check the cupboards!”

“I looked there already!” He sticks his head in the living room and glares at you as you quickly tuck the bag under your body.

You pull your thumb out with a loud pop. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me! I saw that!”

You smile, not even the least bit guilty. “I figured since Nash put you guys on that special diet, you wouldn’t need them anyway?”

“Nash don’t run nothing up in here!” He snatches the remaining Cheetos from underneath you and looks pitifully at them. “Damn, girl! You put a hurting’ on these didn’t you? Always eating my stuff…"

“Didn’t you take my goldfish and never gave em back?!”

“Mannn, why you bringing up old beef?”

“It was last night…”

“Like I said, in the past.”

You just want to snatch his piercings off sometimes.

Zach

He prefers tall girls anyway. Not to say he won’t go for average/short girls, but he def has a favorite in tall babes, and an even bigger favorite in you.

When you’re his girl, it’s a wrap, DMs are closed. Ain’t nobody else getting in.

He looks scary to some but trust me, he is totally and irreversibly whipped for you.

Makes grumpy grunts and whines and moans when he doesn’t wanna do something but ultimately does it anyway.

Gives you plenty of attitude when he’s mad but will never put his hands on you. He’ll reach for you and you flinch thinking he’s about to get physical, but he just picks you up and puts you in the bedroom for a time out.

Always tries to butter you up with food and hugs and kisses after he makes you mad.

Always has you on the inner part of the sidewalk.

Makes any excuse to touch you respectfully. -turns to look at Jason over the rim of my shades-

Want to wear heels, but feel insecure about being too tall? Zach is not about to let that slide.

He’s buying you heels and that’s final!

And not only that, he’s sliding them on your feet in the store and buckling/tying them up before taking your hands and helping you stand up in them.

Let somebody say sum to make you feel insecure about it.

“Go head! Say it with your chest! It’s not gone come out a second time so make it count.”

Happens to be a very talented dancer, and loves taking you to parties so he can show you off. Tends to reel back just so he can watch you do your thing in the shoes he got you.

Sometimes gets impatient for the slow songs so he can hold you close.

Sometimes doesn’t even wait and intimidates/bribes the DJ into putting on your favorite slow song to dance to.

Can’t even imagine a feeling better than holding you.

Nick

He’s just so happy you like him back.

All the girls usually go for Nash. 🥲

Shows out on the court when he notices you’re in the stands watching one of his games.

Jabberwocks ain’t never seen this man hustle so hard.

Cuz yeah, he did invite you and all, but you actually showed up 🥹

Like, you don’t understand, his heart is doing backflips in his chest. He cannot embarrass himself in front of you right now.

His teammates notice he keeps looking over at you and get nosy.

“Dayummmmm! She kinda bad tho!”

“That your girl, Nicky boy?”

“Yup~.”

They start setting Nick up for passes while having a whole interrogation in the middle of the game. 💀

Since when did he have a girl?

How come he’s never brought you around?

You were way too fine for him… but did you have a sister?

Nick stopped in his tracks and passed to Zach so he could fix Allen with a stare.

“What?”

“Really?”

“Quit being stingy! We could do double dates!”

Gets super excited when the game is over and you’re waiting for him to come over to you.

You looked so cool, leaning back on your ride with your shades propped up on your head and one ankle crossed over the other.

It was also easier to notice something about you that wasn’t so obvious when you were sitting… not that it mattered but…

“She kinda tall tho…”

Zach rolls his eyes. “Allen shut up.”

“I see why Nick was scared earlier, she bout as big as he is!”

Allen squints at Jason. “I know you ain’t calling nobody big, Paul Bunyan.”

“Cut it out.” Nash acts bored with the whole thing but he’s definitely watching from the corner of his eye.

You grab fistfuls of his jersey and pull him in for a kiss.

Allen

Allen’s not a complicated dude. He likes video games, anime, and basketball.

He doesn’t like getting into arguments with you and is generally chill with you.

Also likes that you’re closer to his height so he can grab you up.

He’s a straight clown and will act a right fool with most girls, but around you, he gets extra shy and acts aloof.

Thinks you’re kinda intimidating at first, but when he gets to know you he lets out his inner goof a bit and makes you laugh.

Nash does not let this man sit next to Jason when traveling, cuz when those two get together it’s over for everyone. Allen’s assigned seat is next to you.

Which is okay with him, if he can’t crack jokes with Jason he’ll just show you the newest Ninja Turtles movie trailer.

Has a million different playlists that he trades with you.

Doesn’t mind if your feet are in his lap when he plays video games.

Gamer lovers~

Tucks you in when you fall asleep before him, carefully removing your shoes and settling blankets over you.

Is extremely private about his relationship.

Has a whole system for buying consoles and games and will get you whatever you want.

Will carry you in any multiplayer game.

Is all for equality so if you’re higher than him he will let you carry.

Nash

Obsessed with your legs and loves to run his hands up the length of them when you’re in his lap.

They belong everywhere, on the couch, on the dashboard, heck, put them around his waist, he ain't mad.

Traveling first class is a given and that extra space is heaven.

Zach and Nash are brothers in arms when buying shoes for their baby girls.

He doesn’t care how tall you are, you’re still getting them.

So, remember when Jason couldn’t stand you cuz Nash is always letting you have your way?

He figured out how to take advantage of that 😂

Like you’ll actually have stuff in common and so seven times out of ten, when he wants something and knows Nash ain’t rolling with it, he’ll try to get you to ask for it.

Like when you want that one cousin your mom likes to ask if ya’ll can do something cuz you know if you ask she’s gonna say no?

You, my friend, are that cousin.

“Bro, you trying to go bowling again?”

Nash gives him a thumbs down and makes a buzzer noise. “Pick something else.”

“Mannnn.” He immediately turns to his trump card when you walk in “Yo, Y/n! YOU tryna go bowling again?”

“Are we going for real?!”

“What? No.”

“Aww, but why?” You drop into his lap a little too hard and he grunts but pulls you up against him into a more comfortable position.

“We went bowling yesterday,” he drums his fingers on your hip, “pick something else.”

“Well, we could do whatever you want first and then go!” You look up at him with soft eyes and just… ugh. The begging. He could handle attitude but was weak against the begging. “Please, baby?”

There was no way in hell he could refuse. You did give his interests first priority… His head falls back and he lets out a loud sigh before giving your thigh a light smack.

“Go get your shoes.”

[onthecourtbugs]

nash makes the reader cry during a fight like he say some hurtful things And he immediately regretted it when he saw tears in her eyes flufff ending thank uuu

Goals

Pairing: Nash Gold Jr x Reader

Warning(s): Angst

A/N: Sdlsokhslfnwf Nash would slip up and say some slick mess wouldn’t he?! Thank you for requesting!

Summary: Nash avoids arguing with you. That doesn’t mean he won’t.

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Nash does not like fighting with you.

One minute ya’ll are cool and the next, he’s pacing back and forth and you're two seconds away from letting out a scream that breaks the sound barrier.

It’s a complete waste of time and energy (when he’s right), and he’s sent straight to the dog house afterward (when he’s dead wrong).

No thanks.

There were so many other things he could be doing instead.

Like, I dunno, being happy with the love of his life?

Going shopping? Hitting the beach?

Doesn’t that sound like leagues more fun?!

The goal is to be at peace with his baby-boo. 

Fights? Yeah, no, those are the complete opposite of the goal.

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That said, there’s no way he’s backing down from an argument once he’s in one.

Why would he, if he thinks he’s right? He must think he’s right if he’s about to argue about it.

It could end one of two ways.

One of you realizes you’re in the wrong, and you make up.

OR

The two of you are still arguing until you can’t take anymore, and you separate yourself from him.

And he cannot stand when you do that.

Does he realize sometimes you can’t solve everything right away?

Absolutely he does.

Does that mean he’s cool with you storming off when the situation is still in the red zone?

Absolutely he is NOT.

He tries not to let it get under his skin. He’s not always successful. It itches to have to sit around and stew over a situation that could be over and dealt with.

He hates it. It pisses him off more than the fights themselves.

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This time around, as the two of you are hissing and spitting over lord knows what, it comes out.

He's already tired, the volume between you two is way too high, and the tension in his gut is twisting tighter and tighter like a wire coil. 

And you are about to walk out on the whole argument. Again.

“You know what, I can’t do this right now. I’m out.” You grab the keys to your truck off the hook and fumble with the lock on the door, muttering under your breath. Like always.

Ooh, that was IT. The coil sprang up and out, he couldn’t even fight it.

“Again?! Why do you always run off by yourself instead of trying to fix this?!”

You whirl around, wanting to say something, anything to make him shut up. 

Nash sees it. The warning to shut the hell up before he goes too far. But it isn't potent enough. All thoughts of controlling his emotions are drowned out by the blood boiling in his veins.

“You know what, fine.” He reaches past you and flings the door open. The inky blackness of the night seems to flood into the doorway and swallow you up. “Go on then! Go be by yourself. Maybe you’re better off that way.”

Your mouth falls open, then shuts again.

What????

Now that he’s exploded, much of his pent-up aggression evaporates.

It left behind some nervousness because he just remembered who he was talking to.

Looking into your eyes, he saw they were beginning to glaze over with tears.

And now he wishes he could snatch his words back. He definitely can’t handle you looking at him like this.

Like you’d just been slapped.

His voice falls to a hoarse whisper, “Baby I didn’t mean that.”

“I think you did!!”

He reaches for you.

You snatch away from him. “Uh-uh! Don’t even put your hands on me right now, Nash!”

He follows you helplessly as you storm out into the cold autumn air. “I’m sorry! I didn’t-”

Nope. You didn’t want to hear nothing. You hop in the truck and slam the door.

You knew you were too angry to drive off, so you lock the doors and sit there in the passenger’s seat. Angrily wiping at tears that refuse to stop flowing. 

He wants to be that way? Fine!

Nash falls back against the truck, scrubbing his hands over his face. Ohhhh, how quickly this went bad. This is exactly why he didn’t want to be fighting with you, now look what he’d done…

“Y/n, I’m sorry… I should never have said that…”

“Mm!” came your muffled grunt, as if to say, “You think?!”

“I don't want you to be alone. I want you with me. That’s why I get so frustrated. You always leave, and then I’m stuck wondering how I’m going to get you to stop hating me again… I handled this all wrong, and now…”

For what feels like an eternity, it's quiet. It doesn't seem like you heard him at all. But he sticks around, shivering as a breeze stirs leaves around his feet. With only the street light to see by, they were little more than skittering shadows to him.

But then, the window cracks open. A tiny sniff seeps though.

“First of all, yeah. I leave. But it’s not because I’m running from the argument or because I hate you. I get nasty when I get angry too, okay? And you really know how to push my buttons. I can’t think straight, so I need space to clear my head.” 

The window rolled down more and you glared at him. “That way, I won't be saying things I’ll regret.” 

Nash flinched at the jab, but let you continue without interruption.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear. But I always come back, so I don’t know why you act like I just abandon you all the time. You never have to chase me up and down the road to solve an argument.”

“Yeah, you do… I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Ugh. Look at him, peeking in through the window like a lost puppy.

“C’mon, you know I’m crazy about you. Will you come out?”

Part of you wants to stay mad.

To forgive, or not to forgive. That was the question now. You just suck your teeth and crawl over to the driver’s seat.

Oooh, he was so dramatic. He could bully everybody else without batting an eyelash though. Two-faced son of a...

But you could see he was sorry for real. 

Nash sighs, thinking you’re about to peel off, but the vehicle clicks. He doesn’t hesitate to get in. 

He does give you a sideways glance as he buckles up. “Can I have a kiss?” 

“The only kissing you bout to experience is me kissing my teeth. I’m still mad at you.”

But you weren’t.

He figured it out halfway back from your drive when you started talking to him normally again.

And when you let him carry your bags in instead of snapping.

And let him cuddle with you while you watched tv together.

Especially when you dozed off and, despite what you said earlier, gave him a single, sleepy kiss on his collarbone.

And gosh darn it, he melted, because all was right with the world again.

See? This here was the goal.

He was going to make sure he met it every day.

[onthecourtbugs]

I’m not sure if this goes against any rules but could I request Nash Gold Jr and Silver that are dating a depressed reader and she relapses on SH and like they come in the room and catch her in the act

P.S you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I am also having this issue because of family and just life. Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable I totally would understand if you didn’t write this sorry for troubling you. I love your writing

Rest

Pairing: Nash Gold Jr x Reader, Jason Silver x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, mentions self-harm (I don’t go into detail but just in case) Hurt/comfort.

A/N: Thank you for trusting me with something so personal, first of all. You are absolutely precious, I could think of nothing but you while I tried to get this done! I’m sorry, it’s only Nash’s half for right now but I will get the Jason one done on another post. I hope you’ve been taking care of yourself, darling. DM me if you want to be tagged in the second!

Summary: Sometimes life is too much to handle, and Nash knows what you need isn’t a lecture, but a freaking break.

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Everything has to be okay with you.

You could be burning up inside and out with fever and feel like you’re breathing through a straw, but it’s okay, you can still do work.

Everything is okay.

It has to be okay.

Because when you show that things are anything but okay? All of a sudden, people from everywhere are coming for your throat with their opinions. 

“Things could be worse.”

“What do you have to be upset about?”

“You’re only acting like this for attention.”

“You should….”

“You should have…”

“Why don’t you just….”

It’s the “get better quick” solutions that don’t work OR make sense for me.

The careless “hurry up and get better so I can go” advice.

The lectures that hold no love or understanding.

It can make you mute because you don’t want to hear what you’ve already been hearing over and over. They don’t know that asking “What’s wrong” has become the magic phrase guaranteed to seal your lips.

If they did know, they would be disgusted.

Or they wouldn’t care.

Or they would tell you to suck it up.

Or they would make it about themselves and make you feel like the problem.

You wish someone knew….

But it would be terrible if they did know, because someone who knows but does not understand can do so much damage. And so you say…

“I’m fine.”

Because people who are fine get left alone.

Except you’re not.

Alone, that is.

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Nash knows when you are anything but fine.

That “I’m fine” mess don’t work on him.

He recognizes when you’re too tired to eat, or watch a movie, or do virtually anything else fun that you normally enjoy.

Did you forget to keep up with your water intake?

Why the hell is your vitamin bottle untouched?

You’ve been bothering him about this video game for months, the wrapper hasn’t even been torn off, it’s just sitting on the table…

It’s the unintentional sighs that seem to come from nowhere for him.

It’s the constant drifting off into your thoughts, more than normal.

Have you been seeing your therapist enough?

Can you still afford to see your therapist enough???

He gets seriously worried because sometimes you will actually look super exhausted even though you’ve hardly done anything.

But all he has to do is look like he’s going to say something and you’re covering up. Sometimes quite literally.

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It’s not like Nash was trying to catch you off guard that day, he just wanted to make sure you were alright and also tell you something interesting~.

But you hadn’t responded to any of his texts or calls, so now it was time to check on you in person.

From the doorway of your room, he saw with his own eyes what he feared was going on all along.

You scramble to shut the door, to hide what you’re doing, even though he already saw.

He tries to stop you from shutting yourself in, but you’re closer to the door. You lock it and let your forehead thump against the door, embarrassed and horrified, and already starting to cry.

“Y/n!”

“Go away!”

It’s not like he didn’t know you had a history. But you were supposed to be getting better. You promised. You were supposed to be past this already. You were supposed to be all better… And you were trying to be…

You were trying so hard, you’d done everything you were supposed to…

But the pain was so much harder.

It was hard, having so many poisonous feelings sloshing and swirling around in your head. 

It was hard, being so desperate for sleep that you ignore the warning against taking Benadryl too often and take two for the millionth night in a row. 

They kept bothering you, the past stings, present aches, and future itches. Like a swarm of angry wasps, stinging anywhere, stinging everywhere.

And now it looks like you weren’t even trying to get better…

“Y/n, open the door.”

No. The reaction was instantaneous. 

“Please, just… go away.”

But Nash didn’t go away. He saw your shadow under the door and joined you on he floor. Leaving you behind in this state was out of the question, so the both of you are gonna there, leaned against the door Intel you let him in. 

“Y/n, I’m worried about you. Are you hurt bad?”

“Nash, I can’t show this to you again!”

“Y/n, I came here to help you. I’m not leaving until you open the door and I can make sure you’re okay!”

Which only made you cry harder.

“I’m NOT OKAY! I’m trying to be okay, I really, truly am! I’m sorry, I can’t-”

“Y/n…”

“I’m trying! I promise I promise I’m trying so hard!”

All he could do was sit there and listen, barred on the outside while you gave him a thousand apologies and cried your heart out. 

“Y/n. I noticed you blame yourself for a lot of things that aren’t your fault. I know your perfectionist brain pretty much ruins anything fun for you because everything has to be just right if it’s coming from you. And I know you’ve given up on trying to express when you’re feeling overwhelmed because you think nobody cares.”

It got quiet, save for your sniffles. “…What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you. Clearly something’s wrong, but you didn’t ask me, or anyone for help. Did you think I was gonna lecture you or something?”

Everyone else does.

“Nash!” You gasped. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong… I feel like it’s everything! I don’t know what to do!”

“Open the door, Y/n.”

You looked at your fresh injury. It was the only thing helping in the moment, but now it was just… ugly. You didn’t want him to see it… You didn’t even want to see it. Tears welled up again and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling a wave of hysteria coming on. 

“I can’t!”

“Y/n,” his voice was gentle, unhurried, but incredulous. “Don’t you know by now that I’m crazy about you? Don’t make me come in through the window.”

For a teeny moment, you considered letting him do just that… But at the same time, you did not need your neighbors prying into this.

So you let him in, and he grabbed you up like you were a billion-dollar inheritance, kissing you all over your forehead, nose, and cheeks. 

Which made you cry again, but this time with relief.

“I’m sorry-“

“Shh, it’s okay baby,” he dropped a kiss on the top of your head and squeezed you tight while you cried into his shirt. “I’ve got you.”

He waited until you were calm before checking for serious damage. You were stiff as he checked, but relaxed when he cheerfully announced it wasn’t fatal. That much you knew already, but something about the way he said “This isn’t so bad… Yeah, this can be fixed!” Made you feel better about it.

He strongly advised you to talk to your therapist about getting an official note to take off from work for a few days. You promised to think about it, but in the meantime, could he stick around for a while?

Mans did you one better and whisked you off to his place.

You made a fuss the whole time he cleaned you up cuz you felt like a big baby, being toweled down and dressed, but he would not be refused.

He was taking care of you darn it! 😤

That and you’d worn yourself out so there.

And then!

And then.

And thennnn~

While you were snuggled up in the covers, lost in your thoughts, he dropped a teeny tiny, brown curly-haired dog on the pillow next to your face!!!

“This is Tinkerbell, she’s mom Dee’s birthday present. I’m holding onto her for a bit, since Jason would most definitely forget she was there and step on her…”

You could feel her little sniffles against your face as she investigated you, soft as clouds.

“Awww, hi Tinkerbell~”

He must have told lil girly what was up with you cuz she got to work licking you all over your nose and cheeks with her tiny pink tongue 🥺 

So precious! You played with her while Nash went downstairs, absolutely in love with your new companion. In doing so, you learned a little something special.

She put her whole body into her barks, but no matter how hard she strained, no sound would ever come out, save for the tiny tinkling of the bell on her collar.

“Oh, Tinkie!” You rubbed your face over her soft fur, not minding when she circled around to try to lick your face again. “I know how that feels… But Nash and I are going to make sure you’re safe until you get home. Kay?” 

Tinkerbell’s little tail wagged a million times a minute. She was more interested in kisses than mushy “I’ll protect you” talk. 

You spent the rest of the week with Nash and Tinkerbell, and for the first time in a while, you were able to recover peacefully. The sun warmed the three of you through the window while you napped, you holding Tinkerbell and Nash holding you. 

Finally, after a roller coaster of a year or so, you could have some rest.

[onthecourtbugs]

God i miss @touchstarvedirl writing so much and when i saw your headcanons i died 🥺🥺

If you actually take requests (because I’m a dumbass but i didn't reaaly see) can you write something fluffy domestic with our dumbass Jason Silver, i miss knb so much and his ass 🥺🥺

If you don't do requests pls pls ignore

Lil Man (KnB)

Pairing: Jason Silver x Reader

A/N: I KNEW I FORGOT SOMETHING! I am SO sorry, I put everything under the sun in my main post except requests are open! 💀 I absolutely take them, thank you so much for being my first requester! I hope I do you justice 😖

Summary: Y/n and Silver adopt a cat.

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“Here we go again.” Silver didn’t look up from the game he was playing. He didn't need to. He already knew you had brought an animal in the house because you couldn't help but baby-talk them on the way in every time.

You set the cat carrier down on the living room floor and palmed your hips with a glare.

“You can bring that sass down to a three, thank you.” You knew better than to hope for a supportive attitude, seeing as Silver didn’t care for animals of any genus, species, or breed.

“I’m just sayin’. You always finding animals and trying to take them home. Remember the dog? The bird? That ugly turtle?”

You felt a prick of annoyance on Chester the box turtle’s behalf. “Excuse you? Chester was a sweetheart!”

“What is it this time? A raccoon or sum’?”

“A cat. And it’s just for a few days, someone already called and said they want him.”

“How come they can’t get him right now?”

“They’re far away, they gotta come down here.”

He shrugged and started playing again. You heard something akin to him refusing to pick up after any more animals.

“Didn’t think you would,” you grumbled, eyeing the large jacket that lay in a pitiful heap on the floor as you walked out.

The next few days were annoying for Silver while you waited for the people to come to get the cat. He wasn’t going to outright forbid you from babysitting, but he made it his mission to ignore the poor baby. It was both infuriating and amusing to you because the little guy was obsessed with him. 

Everywhere Silver went, the furball was underfoot. The cat liked to attack his feet when he was in the kitchen. Silver just moved him aside with his foot. In the living room, he always tried to sit next to Silver but he just picked him up by the scruff of his neck and dumped him over the back of the couch. He even waited for Silver outside the bathroom until he came back out. You messaged the people who were supposed to get him on the day of, but they said they were still unable to come down yet.

Two more weeks went by. 

The cat was still there, but Silver seemed to have forgotten about ignoring him. He started getting up to feed him and play with him. While bringing in some groceries, one day, you heard him talking to someone in the living room. He was laid back on the couch giving a lecture of all things… And who was laid out on Silver's stomach but the cat, paws in the air, tail lashing back and forth in annoyance. It was nothing short of a spectacle seeing this big man scolding a cat.

“I’m not playing with you, next time you bite my ankles imma throw you outside. Hear me, lil man?”

The cat meowed softly and reached up to touch Jason on the chin.

Silver looked down at him for a long moment. And then he smiled, a big one that showed off his teeth. 

“Look at you, trying to play innocent now that I got your little ass in timeout.” 

“I know you don’t got that cat in my spot.” You teased.

Jason narrowed his eyes at you, offended. 

“All of a sudden you don’t remember his name?”

“Uh, all of a sudden, you do?” You didn’t remember giving the cat a name… Silver let out a loud sigh as if you were supposed to know this already. 

“His name is Lil Man.” 

Your eyebrows shot up. Overlooking the fact that Lil Man was a terrible name for a cat, you were surprised that Silver had bothered to give him one at all.

“Why Lil Man?”

“We came to an understanding. When I’m not here, he’s the man of the house.”

“Oh really?” You curled up with them on the couch. “So, a cat can hold things down better than me now?”

“Don’t let his size fool you, cats be squaring up with alligators.”

“You lying.”

“The hell I am, they got it on video! Mans is a gangster, ain’t das right?”

Lil Man, who’s eyes were now closed, made a trilling noise but didn���t move.

It was too cute to bear. Silver had just indirectly admitted he had gotten used to the cat. It became apparent those people were never going to come get him, and Silver stopped asking when they were coming. 

Lil Man was unofficially, officially, part of the family.

When it was time for Silver to leave and play ball again, you found your little personal joke about Lil Man’s obsession to be more than just an exaggeration. It was the first time the cat had been without him and he cried at the front door a lot. It was sadly cute at first, but it got annoying when he started doing it while you were trying to sleep. One night, after you’d had enough of his late-night serenading, you stumbled down the stairs in one of Silver’s jerseys and snatched him up, holding him at eye level to give him the four-one-one.

“Look here, boy. You not about to be crying all time of night, every night. You think you the only one around here who misses him?”  The cat just gazed at you with his big eyes and moaned pitifully. Dang, you kinda felt that though. He was just saying what the both of you were feeling. The place just wasn’t the same without Silver filling it up.

“It’s okay, I know how you feeling.” 

You took him up to your empty bedroom and you both curled up on on Silver’s side of the bed and missed him together.

Silver was missing you too.

Of course, he was having a grand old time wiping the floor with his opponents during the day and soaking up the attention that followed. But every night his mind wandered back to what you were doing.

He called you often throughout the season, but after a while, hearing your voice just made the silence in his room unbearable after you’d hung up. He hated being so sensitive, but the truth was the truth. After sneaking out past curfew with the boys to drink and party, he always stretched out in his room, aching to be home in his own bed with his own wife, to watch his own tv with his own cat. He slept on his stomach with two pillows jammed over his ears, pretending they were your thighs. 

Frick, he missed you.

When Silver finally came home he got the welcome of a lifetime. You flew out of your car and launched yourself at Silver the minute you saw him step out of the airport. He dropped everything and crushed you against him, laughing when your legs clamped around him.

“Uh-huh, MISSED ME DIDN’T YOU?” 

His voice was atomic in your ear, but you were too relieved to be in his arms again to care.

“Yes! Oh! Yes, yes yes, I missed you SO much baby!”

Silver rewarded your enthusiasm with a deep kiss, ignoring the stares of everyone witnessing. Ohhh, how good he felt. The hard, powerful muscles of his abdomen melded against your body, making you squirm. Your nails dragged down his back, making him groan and hug you tighter. Some of the onlookers chuckled, others looked uncomfortable and coughed. Silver didn’t care, but you slowly realized you were making a whole scene and made him put you down. 

“Look at you, got me acting up!”

He picked up his duffel bag, entirely unbothered by your accusation. The pleasant buzz he felt from holding you close was intoxicating. Did you always smell so good?

“Sheeeeeit, you jumped on me. I didn’t even know you had hops like that.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Naw forreal, you need to be on the team too!” He burst out laughing again.

When you got home, Lil Man greeted him with the same level of excitement. He started making a great big noisy fuss, following Silver into the livingroom and didn’t let up for a second. When he finally scooped the cat up and held him under his arm like a football, he immediately quieted down and looked around casually. Like he didn’t just act an entire fool. Not that you blamed him, you were guilty of the same thing. Being in Silver’s arms was just that blissful of an experience.

You fell back on the couch. Silver dropped down next to you, pulled a small square box from his bag, and tossed it onto your lap. You picked it up and turned it over in your hands.

“What’s this? A necklace?” You had way more necklaces than you needed… though if you were being honest, that could be said about everything. You lifted the lid. Inside, on a velvety black bed, rested a collar. It was matte black with three green claw marks on it, just like the Jabberwocks’ basketball uniforms. Lil Man’s name was on the silver tag.

“Aww, is this custom designed?”

“Yeah. Figured if he’s gonna live here he’s gonna need some ID before the feds deport him.”

Lil Man looked absolutely adorable with it on. You took pictures, of course and sent them to your friends, who were in agreement that he was the cutest cat in existence. You also sent them to Silver, who secretly made one of them his wallpaper. No one would find out since you were his lock screen.

“So, is today gonna be his birthday from now on?”

“Cats don’t have birthdays, girl. But whatever, that's up to you.”

Lil Man was now officially, officially, part of the family.

[onthecourtbugs]

i’m absolutely obsessed with the way you write jason, so anything jason silver lmao

Checkered Shirt

Pairing: Jason Silver x Reader

Warning(s): Stingy Jason

A/N: This is SO random but I had too much fun with it. 😫  

Summary: Jason didn’t like sharing food, this we all know. But who knew he was stingy with clothes too?

————-

You had fallen back into a Ciara phase, and currently had “Like a Boy” playing while you were in your room trying to think of what to cook.

Trying being the keyword here, because you kind of got distracted while singing and dancing around your room.

You stroked your chin with one hand as you sing-flirted with the mirror that sat on your dresser.

“Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back!”

Even now, listening to the song was still guaranteed to get you in that mood.

But something wasn’t quite right. You eyed Jason’s side of the closet and grinned when you spotted what you were after: One of his checkered shirts.

Sure, you practically drowned in it, but you just rolled up the sleeves and left it unbuttoned.

You stole one of his hats too, then strolled back to the mirror, keeping your movements fluid and unbothered. Like you’d seen Jason do a million and ten times.

You checked yourself out now, humming to the music and twisting your wedding ring around to hide the gem.

“What if I, had a thing on the side?”

“Made you cry?”

You tilted the hat down over your eyes, then jutted your chin out and curled your top lip as if you were disgusted with the mirror.

“Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy!”

You got so caught up in your “heartless player” role, that you didn’t notice your husband in the doorway. He came up to ask you what was taking dinner so long but now he was just enjoying he show.

Jason watched you goof off for a hot minute, trying not to crack up.

Your little behind in his gigantic shirt, grabbing your crotch and mean-mugging the mirror was too much.

You were in the middle of swerving your imaginary hooptie when he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Bae, what are you doing?!”

You pinched the brim of your hat between your thumb and forefinger, twisted it around to face the back, then pointed at him while you body rolled aggressively.

You weren’t bae. You were boo and he’d do well to get it right.

“Sometimes I wish I did act like a boy!”

————-

He had a good time kee-kee’ing it up, but it wasn’t funny anymore when you ended up getting attached to that shirt of his.

You weren’t sure what it was made out of, but it felt amazing and you kept stealing it much to Jason’s annoyance.

Which, whatever, he doesn’t even wear it all that often.

But now that you’d gotten attached to it, he had to pretty much wrestle it off your body whenever he wanted to wear it.

If he didn’t snatch it from the dryer before you did, there was a tussle.

So when he searched the dryer for his checkered shirt today and couldn’t find it, he knew what was up.

“Bae!”

“What?”

“Where’s my checkered shirt?”

You poked your head out the bathroom. “Huh?”

“Huh?” He mocked. “Where. Is. My. Checkered shirt.”

You thought about it. “W.....which one?”

“I only got one checkered shirt and I know you wearing it.”

Your guilty response was to duck back into the bathroom and lock the door.

“Y/N!!!”

“Bro, just find a different shirt!”

“Girl what? You better gimme back my shirt!”

That door came back open real quick.

“I don’t think I like your tone!”

Jason rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry. You know I love you.”

He offered a hug, which you accepted even though you gave him squinty eyes first.

The minute he got his arms around you, though, he hooked his fingers under the hem of your(his?) shirt and yanked it upwards, taking it clean off and ran with it.

“JAY! UGH!”

“You find a different shirt! This mines!”

————-

It didn’t end there, and Jason was beginning to realize it never would.

He was chasing you down the stairs one day, since you got brave and put on his checkered shirt again.

He so close to grabbing you but in a last ditch effort, you vaulted over the banister at the last moment, twisted around like a cat mid-air, and landed on the ground below in a rather crisp superhero landing.

Jason stopped on the stairs for a minute, not really believing he saw what he just saw.

Was he married to a stunt double, what kind of Iron Man/Black Widow mess was that?!

All this time he been trying to get you to exercise and this is when you choose to give a hundred ten percent?!

You threw him a sly look over your shoulder before sprinting off.

You were never going to give up your precious.

Jason sucked his teeth, waved you off, and went back upstairs. This was not worth it. Not for no damn shirt. Maybe later he could hide it or something…

[onthecourtbugs]

Nash trying to win over uninterested y/n? It’s not like she hates him but more of, “who even are you?” Type energy,😅.

Try Harder Next Time

Pairing: Nash Gold Jr. x Reader Warning(s): This is short 😭

A/N: This took so long, you wouldn't believe how I McStruggled just to make this much because I couldn't stop thinking about Jason stuff askdnaldfsnsr I'm sorryyyyyyy!!!!!

Summary: Nash trying to spit game but it's not very effective 🤔

——-

It could have been the matchup of the century.

You came into the gym looking fine with your girls.

Nash came into the gym looking fly with his boys.

The perfect five-on-five group, like the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies from Grease.

Everyone in the establishment was predicting this glorious alliance, okay?

And it sort of happened?

Everybody seamlessly melded together after a while, until the only two left unpaired were you and Nash.

But there was a small, teeny tiny, itty bitty problem…

-----

No matter how hard homeboy tried to get that number, you kept saying no 💀

Which. What? How does that even happen?

It doesn’t happen. Not to Nash-freaking-Gold Jr!

The man whose name was legendary on every court.

The guy who could command space without even speaking.

The drop-dead gorgeous fella with the pretty green eyes?!

Is any of this ringing a bell?!?!?! 

-----

The thing about predictions? They only specialize in telling what should happen and can’t actually promise what will.

Nash knew what should be happening.

You should be finding him irresistible.

You should be hanging off his every word.

You should be coughing up that number!

But the only thing happening was Nash being utterly (albeit graciously) shut down.

Not that you were disgusted with his advances by any means.

Nah, this here was cute. 

You refused to let your head even point in his direction at any given time, but you regarded him curiously with your eyes, looking him up and down. 

He was tall and good-looking. Definitely knew it.

And you knew he thought he was killing it right now which was, um. Hilarious?

He really thought he could have you swooning cuz he batted them pretty eyelashes and dropped a name you had never heard of before today?

 Chile please, the only thing he had was you thinking you should come to the gym more often cuz this boy’s performance was better than Netflix.

And that’s what was driving him bonkers!

-----

I don’t think he’s wanted to chase a girl this hard since kindergarten!

Then again, it was hard to remember the last time he had to chase a girl this hard.

It was frustrating, true enough, but also kinda energizing?

You clearly weren’t picking up what he was putting down, but his pride wasn’t going to let him give up just yet and he had to admit he was feeling this challenge.

The demure yet teasing one-word answers to his questions.

The tongue-in-cheek reactions to anything he threw at you.

The way you were coincidentally getting “bored” with whatever equipment you were using so you excused yourself and switched locations.

And yet, the one time you looked at Nash dead on, there was a certain gleam in your eye that seemed to say keep going, I wanna see what else you can come up with.

Had him TROTTING after you to the treadmill!

-----

Did he even register that the more time he spent with you, the more danger he was in?

Nah.

He was too busy admiring the way you tried not to laugh at him but couldn’t hide your smile.

Look at you, jogging on that treadmill in your cute outfit and looking at him from the corner of your eye when you thought he wouldn’t notice.

But you ultimately emerged with the final say.

Homeboy was baffled that he didn’t get the digits by the time you left. He was lucky to get a handshake goodbye 😭.

But through his boys, who had considerably better luck with their girls than he'd had, he learned that you were going to be back next week and was filled with a renewed determination. That was just enough time to practice some new material~

[onthecourtbugs]

Where are you girly we need you!!😩

Hoi my lovey! I'm so sorry, I did NOT mean to be gone this long, I let myself get caught up and I ain't finish SHIET! I still have everyone's asks and I'm almost done with some of them and halfway done with others. That's my bad, I let myself slip 😖 Please forgive me! But stuff is coming, even if it is pretty much forgotten by now I'm still gonna put them out.

I finally reached a point where I can get writing done again and I'm keeping it going so it doesn't fizzle out on me!

[onthecourtbugs]

hiii i saw the thing you did with nash being only soft for his s/o and i melted 🥺🥺 i was wondering if ever you were planning on making a continuation with jason 👀👀 bc that would be something to see, his confusion and frustration coming back to bite him in the ass 🤧

Oh, don't worry. Jason Silver will not.

Not. I repeat NOT. Be getting away. He thinks he's too big and bad to fall in love, stomping around with his big T. Rex feet. But we shall see.

[onthecourtbugs]

HII i wanted to ask if you write for other knb characters besides silver and nash, I've only seen you writing them both so idk how you feel abt the rest of the characters 😭

Hiya anon!

I absolutely do write for the other characters, I love me some GoM and the teams they went to school with!

I just fell down the Last Game rabbit hole when I started this thing is all. I have been hyper fixated on Jay Jay and Nashley and now my blog looks like it’s dedicated to them 💀 (They think it is, but it is NAWT.)

Everyone’s been warming the bench this season because of those two 😰

But yes! Please, throw caution to the wind and ask for anyone! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

All players can play on this court.

[onthecourtbugs]

finna binge read your work cause *chefs kiss*

C-compliment?! Agjrlshgkgsubklss- Thank you, I'm glad you like them! Feel free to suggest some things you wanna see, or for something specific, drop a request!

[onthecourtbugs]

Omg i really loved it thank u for writing it🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Uwaahhh, that makes me happy! 🥳 Thank you for requesting! I see the other one you submitted, please look forward to itttt.

[onthecourtbugs]

I died again 😭 Jason is so cute with Lil Man, i never knew i needed him with a cat

Thsnk you so much ily 😭

Much love, much love! 💗💗 I’m glad you had as much fun reading as I did writing! I always have way too much fun writing for this man. Silver and his Lil Man were made for each other lowkey. They’re both a loud, undisputed hazard to ankles 💀. And they both get deep in their feelings when they miss their favorite person~ Please request again soon! 🤧

[onthecourtbugs]

Welcome to my Journal!

It’s just that: a personal ‘sports anime appreciation’ journal. It was recommended that I start journaling but I didn’t have a clue what to write about… then it occurred to me that hcs definitely count as journaling! So now this will be used to log hcs and short scenarios for all my favorite sports anime.

Please note:

*update* My inbox is indeed open to requests! I could have sworn I put that in but I think I accidentally deleted it while editing 💀

-Mostly SFW fluffy/adventure blog with hinty hints of creole seasoning, but please run away if you’re not 18+~

-Totally open to suggestions and shared ideas on fics!

-FemMC blog

- Examples of what I like to do: 

Family things (Married life, Mom and dad things, Parents and kid shenanigans, Sibling rivalry, ect)

WesternAUs (Countryside in four seasons, Outlaws and Bounty Hunters, Cowboys, MailOrderBrides, Dusty Townsfolk, Snooty Rich Folk, Bandit Kidnappings, ect)

PirateAdventures (Ships in the night, Unexplored islands, Romance with the Captain, Sea shanties, Tropical Birds, PirateStoleMyFiancé)

Animal Attack thrillers (Think Jurassic Park, Anaconda, Lake Placid. Anything where animals eat people and they have to stick together. Whether they want to or not.)

Romance (Bring all the tropes.)

Animal Fluff (All the things that include having and loving a pet)

Kitchen fluff (Cooking/baking/snacking with/for an s/o.)

~ My tag: #courtsidewith

~ Specifics are tagged with the characters initials. (ie: courtsidewithKT for Kageyama Tobio).

~ All of my asks will be tagged under #courtsidehcs as well as #courtsideasks

List of anime I’ll be doing are in the tags.