#courtsidehcs

[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 and Jason dating someone who plays a sport? like volleyball maybe

Sporty Girlfriend

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

A/N: Thank you for requesting! 😚 I haven’t forgotten ya’ll, I promise! 

Summary: Jason and Nash with their sporty girlfriends.

Jason

Jason don’t know nothing bout no volleyball but watching you on that court? He bout to learn today.

You and your teammates got that aggressive play that keeps the other teams scrambling to keep up and it’s hilarious watching them struggle.

His favorite thing about the sport though, for real? It’s the uniform.

Ooh-WEE. Ain’t nothing quite like a baddie in sport shorts.

Not short shorts.

Sport shorts.

Them volleyball spanks got his boo looking RIGHT, m’kay? He be grabbing you up by your hips after every game cuz he has to.

“Were you paying attention this time?”

“Why you gotta grill me every time you come out? I was paying attention!”

“Alright,” you lean back and give him the squinty eyes, “what was the score then?”

“‘Nuff for you to win.” 😁

“You know what…” You sigh and shake your head. “Nevermind, let me down.”

“Nah, you good up here.”

I swear he was paying attention to the game play,it’s just… the booty was calling his name… 

Your teammates couldn’t stop staring at Jason when he first came around.

“Oh my gawd…”

“Right?! Y/n really hopped into Space Jam and stole one of the MonStars!”

They got used to him eventually, and sometimes you’ll hear him talking about you to them after games.

“It’s easy to tell when she be in the zone. Watch, she be like…” He over here bending down with his hands on his knees, back dipped down, his butt poking out, mimicking your voice. “Come on ya’ll, we need this next point!”

The girls laugh, but when they see you behind Jason, they look around, suddenly finding a lot of other things interesting.

-coughing- “Turn around genius.”

He does. “Hey! Heyyyyy, baby, you did so good this game!”

Your crossed arms and quirked eyebrow tell him he’s busted.

“You talking bout me?”

“I was just playing, you know, you got that lil thing you be doing-“

“I don’t bend like that!” 💀

“No, you don’t bend on me like that!” He shuts up when you throw your water bottle at him. Even so, he’s not taking your attitude seriously.

What you gonna do, beat him up for being honest? You do poke your butt out. Shoot, all the time he spend looking, he would know.

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Practicing when Jason is around is decidedly not the move.

He has so many times to do something with you while you’re free, but for some reason he likes to wait til he sees you about to warm up before you start training.

He’s coming and it’s not to save the day. 

“Uh-oh, what we doin’?”

You immediately straighten up from touching your toes. “Jason nooOooo, don’t come over here! Go find something to do!”

“I’m bout to, I’m bout to! Bend back over real quick~.” 😈

Like, where is this coming from, he couldn’t try to mess with you earlier? Now he’s distracting you and (sometimes) making you laugh and now half your session is the two of you messing around until you find a way to banish him.

That’s why you gotta train when he ain’t around, he play too much.

Very much the kind of guy who reminds you to have fun with what you’re doing. 

There will be no sticks up your butt with him.

Nash

Dang, is this your man or your personal trainer?

He stay with the regimens, and he is pushy about it. Healthy diet, regular check ups, steady exercising schedule.

“Dang, the only thing missing is vacation time!”

You laugh, but he actually has that on there too…

It’s annoying if you don’t like being told what to do, but you gotta admit it, it works. He carefully tailors everything to fit your habits, your limits, and your preferences, all that.

Watching you play is something else, especially when you’re in the zone.

What are you? Spiker? Libero? Middle Blocker? Never mind, it don’t even matter.

No matter where you are on that court, no matter what your role, every move you make is heated, animalistic instinct.

You and your teammates are often compared to sharks in the water, and when the ball is on your side, everyone can see why.

It’s that powerful, frenzied-yet-calculated kind of play that makes it so much fun to watch. He doesn’t get to do it as often as he’d like, being an athlete himself, but he makes the most of every chance he gets.

Unlike Jason, Nash will seriously work out with you and help you practice if you feel like you’re lacking in some way.

There are times when you feel pressured to train nonstop, but Nash ain’t bout to let you run yourself ragged for any reason. 

He wants you to be able to play without abandon, but sometimes you need a break.

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He goes a teensy bit overboard with the rest and recovery when it comes to injuries.

Don’t even attempt to do anything yourself before you’re done healing, Nash don’t play that. 

It’s bad enough you got hurt in the first place, now you’re about to make it worse moving around trying to lift stuff, get to the fridge, ect.?

Nah baby, that ain’t happening. You can argue your case all you want but at the end of the day, you’re the injured party and he’s bigger than you so he’s gonna get his way.

“If you need something just ask me!”

“Nash, don’t even start, I can do stuff independently at this point!”

“You can get some independent rest, go lay back down.”

And then you get carried back to the little Squishmallow nest he’s made for you, and you gotta stay there til the doctor says you’re good to go. Lowkey on some Yandere kidnapping mess.

Can’t leave the room unless he’s helping you, can’t pick your own food, can’t do nothing. 💀

“Nash move, this is overkill!” You try one more time to get him to chill the hell out.

He just leans over you and kisses your pout. “Next time you’ll play more carefully, won’t you doll~.”

Just this once, he will bring you junk food and not make a big deal out of it.

“Spoiled brat.” Shaking his head in feigned disappointment.

“But you did that, tho.”

“….Damn, I did.”

[onthecourtbugs]

how about nash wake on the readers cat judging him

Judging You 

Pairing: Nash Gold Jr x Reader

A/N: Torturing poor Nash ��. I almost had the breed be up to you, but I thought it’d be fun to have Nash deal with the king of domestic cats, the Maine Coon! Very big boys, but they’re super sweet 🥺

Thank you for requesting!

Summary: Nash isn’t scared of cats. He’s scared of whatever you got prowling around in your apartment.

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There weren’t too many instances where Nash felt the need to say no to you. Sure, taking a couple’s photography class for your anniversary sounded mad boring, but then he realized it meant he could learn how to take better pictures of you. He bought matching cameras, and the two of you had a blast pissing off the instructor.

You wanting to go camping in the mountains with the bears and wolves last month was questionable, but everyone else had agreed to go and groups were safer so he googled survival tips and stocked up on bug repellant. It turned out to be a really cool trip though, void of bears or wolves, and the group slept in a comfortable RV at night and watched Netflix.

Things of that caliber weren’t so bad. You were full of good ideas, and he’s learned to trust your judgement. But tonight, for the first time in a while, he was reluctant to indulge you.

“You coming in?”

Ah. The words every guy wants to hear. Except for Nash. For him, that invitation held the threat of doom, because it meant having to face your ginormous mutant cat.

He’d seen that furry monster in the window plenty of times when kissing you goodnight after a date. Always in the same window, always looking down at him with that same narrow-eyed glare. Like a father staring down a nervous teenager who wanted to take his little girl to prom. That isn’t to say Nash was afraid of C/n. Nash wasn’t scared of nothing. Plus, you swore up and down it was a sweetheart. But something about the disapproving look in its eyes left him deeply unsettled every time. 

As if it were telling him to be grateful for the wall of glass that kept them separate.

“I dunno babe,” he laughed, tugging at his tie that felt unbearably tight all of a sudden. “It’s gonna start raining soon…”

Your hopeful smile grew.

“So?”

The expectancy in your eyes was endearing. You wanted to be with him that badly?

“Well… I can’t promise to stay long, but-”

“Okay then!” You threw the door open and pulled Nash inside by his tie. “Don’t trip, you’ll be home well before it rains!”

Nash hoped he’d be home well before C/n could turn him into meat ribbons. 

Fortunately, the feline Kaiju was nowhere to be seen when the two of you entered the place. Inside, the place was deserted. You called for C/n but they didn’t make an appearance. When you did find them, they were in a place near the back, where they didn’t like to be bothered.

“Of course you would hide in there the minute I want to introduce you! Fine, be that way.”

Nash felt his dread slowly melt away with each complaint. He could work with this!

You made giant baked potatoes together, with customizable toppings. Nash topped his with butter, a wallop of sour cream, crumbled bacon, green onions, melted cheese, and sprinkled a bit of creole seasoning for good measure. Then the two of you got comfortable on the couch and watched tv while you ate.

It started raining softly while you were cooking, but Nash didn’t notice until after the both of you had started dozing. You had cuddled up to him ages ago with a blanket, making it harder to escape, and even harder to stay awake. He kept an ear out for any signs of C/n.

A meow.

A growl.

A hiss.

All was quiet, except for the rain, which had suddenly decided to fall even harder than before. So much for being home before it rained… His fingers trailed lazily up and down the length of your arm as he fought sleep. He had to keep a look out until he escaped. His eyes would drift shut, then open again, then close for longer periods of time. He eventually fell asleep, not registering the loud thump that sounded off somewhere in the house…

When he woke, the sun was up and you were still in his arms. And he was three hours late and counting for training. Sighing, he pressed a kiss on your forehead and let his head fall back. How he was going to move you without disturbing your sleep, he did not know.

“Mrrp.”

The sound came from the coffee table right next to him. Without moving his head, Nash looked to the side.

And his soul nearly departed from his body.

Sitting not even a few centimeters away was C/n, looking thoroughly unimpressed by the intruder on their couch. It was even bigger up close! 

Slitted feline eyes stared down at Nash. Nash’s mouth was dry when he swallowed.

“Nice…kitty…” he rasped.

C/n’s ears pricked at the sound of Nash’s voice. Then it stood to its full height, filling Nash with dread. He could already imagine the claws digging into his face as the large cat approached. Everything in him wanted to scream and bolt for the door. Instead, he started patting your arm, trying to wake you. 

“Y/n! Get your thing!”

Unfortunately for him, you slept like a rock.

C/n put one large paw on the couch, then another. They craned their neck forward and sniffed at Nash’s unprotected face. Nash held his breath, not wanting to set the creature off. The nose was cold against his cheek and neck.

Then, as if smelling something foul, the cat recoiled with a grimace and backed away. Hopping down from the table and sauntering away, feather duster tail in the air.

As Nash shook you awake, he came to a decision. He was never going to set foot into your domain again. You were going to his house.

[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.

——

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]

More jason content? I really want some soft domestic mornings with him🥰

Waking up with Jason

Pairing: Jason Silver x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!!! I'm sorry it took so long, I don’t even have an excuse, writer’s block ain’t no joke 💀

Summary: We gone get this straight right out the gate, there will be random mornings when you wake up to a butt massage. 😗

——-

When Jason rolls over in the early morning, you need to roll right on with him.

Why, you ask?

Cuz he got the air conditioning on blast and it is freezing. 

The air is practically crystallizing around you.

Waiting for you to slip up and expose a limb so it can break your fingers and toes off.

It’s that cold. 🥶

You keep telling him that mess cost.

You keep complaining about the danger he’s putting your poor fingers and toes in.

And what does he do?

He keeps it on. He likes his environment arctic cold.

He also sees it as a plus that you cling to him for warmth, soooo~.

But boy, can this man put out some heat.

If you slept with your back to him, you basically had yourself a heated and weighted blanket.

It’s especially effective when he has his shirt off cuz no lie, he is feverishly hot. Warm muscular arms, warm chest, even warmer stomach dkfhsofku-

You could survive subzero temperatures just by being pressed up against him.

And you do press up against him because your life depends on it!

You go to bed to a normal room but then wake up in the middle of the night to subzero temperatures. 

Is he auditioning for Frozen?!

“Yo! Watch them popsicle toes, bae!”

“If you don’t turn this A/C off right now, I’m sticking these ‘popsicles’ up your butt.”

——-

Newly awakened Jason is the quietest Jason the world will ever know.

Instead of fire and brimstone coming down on your ears first thing, you get the low rumbles that vibrate against your cheek when you lay on his chest and it’s kinda relaxing to actually feel him talking.

Too bad you can’t understand anything he says cuz he mumbles.

You can ask him anything at all, like what he wants for breakfast. 

“Mnn…Ioneeeeenknuwmnnnn…. Ttssssshiredsssfuggggg….”

“………..Huh???”

-exasperated breath- “Ionnow.” 

Then he’d roll over and take the covers, leaving you to scoot after him cuz the cold air bit you right in your exposed behind 💀

RIP.

Sometimes he gets up and turns the A/C off.

Sometimes you gotta get brave and turn it off yourself.

Either way, it’s how the morning starts.

——-

If you’re the type to need the bathroom to yourself while getting ready, you might wanna get up before he does.

Take too long though, and he will bang on the door until you let him in.

“Come ON, I gotta PISS!”

And since the cat is always watching him, it eventually learned that if you thump on the door long enough, someone will open up.

Now he thumps when he wants to come into a room, and again when he wants to leave.

Jason stay teaching Lil Man bad manners 🙄

If you eat breakfast together, be done before he is cuz he’s coming for yours next.

If you’re riding together and hit the drive-thru, watch your food because he don’t care who’s bag he reaching in. He’ll take a hash brown out of his then reach across and fish out what he can from yours without even looking.

Don’t forget to remind him to not forget about his dentist appointment at 1:30 at the office on Bowern Street. NOT the one across town past the Home Depot.

There’s a lot of “Don’t forgets” with Jason.

Don’t forget I need the car after 5.

Don’t forget to take Lil Man to the vet to get chipped.

Don’t forget to take out the trash.

Don’t forget… Because he will forget.

[onthecourtbugs]

Not a real post, just Pinterest coming up today with the “Who else has done that risky naked run from bathroom to bedroom…?” 😅😂😭

And to be honest, just don’t. Don’t ever run.

It don’t matter who you got, Jason or Nash. They will run you down.

First of all, Jason is NAWT going to ignore a naked body streaking through the house at full speed. 👀

“Nah, WHY YOU RUNNING?”

And Nash? He don’t even need to see you, them rapid footsteps will tell him what time it is and he will give chase.

“Ahaha, why are you running?” 😈

Like. They already mad competitive. You attempting to break for it is an unspoken challenge to them.

You thought you could outrun the chosen? 🥱

They don’t even know why you tried it.

And when they catch you, they’re eating you alive.

And then you’ll have to hop right back in that tub.

So remember. Just Walk. Sashay. SNEAK if you have to.

Do not run.

It don’t work.

And if they see you anyway, well… dang.

This has been your friendly “surviving dem boys” PSA, have a wonderful day.

[onthecourtbugs]

S-O-F-T (Part 2)

Pairing: Jason x Reader

A/N: Continuation to this here. Jason thought just cuz it’s been a while that I forgot about him. 😏 nahhh I’m back in my stomping grounds now!

Summary: Jason just don’t know what he talking bout.

——-

Jason Silver ain’t got no room to talk about Nash no more, okay?

Yelling to the rooftops that ain’t no pair o legs gonna snag him. 💀

Boy hush.

Granted, for a while it seemed like he actually meant that. 🥶

He was with a different girl all the time.

Just checking them out like books and the returning them with dog-eared pages and broken hearts.

He didn’t care.

They’ll be aight, they could find them a man easy.

Just wasn’t gone be him!

Nash wanted to do some next level Shakespearean stuff for his girl, but he doing that by himself.

Booty was definitely on the table.

Relationships? Decidedly off the table.

Just your everyday bachelor, am I right? Ain’t no pair o legs gone get ole Jay Jay. 😤😤😤😤😤

Except…

……Huh.

Something ain’t been exactly, precisely adding up with him…

2 + 2 ain’t been exactly equaling 4.

3 + 3 ain’t been precisely equaling 17.

In short, Jason ain’t been hoe-ing.

Oh, he’s still been going out to the metaphorical library of ladies and browsing with the fellas. But he ain’t checked out not one book since…. Hell, even Nash don’t remember.

And that’s because of you.

——-

Nash nosy self leaning over to peek at Jason phone after practice cuz when has he ever been on the phone after practice? “Who is that you’re texting?”

-scoots away- “Watch out bro.”

Now he knew something was up cuz Jason tryna hide it. 👀

“It’s a girl isn’t it?!”

“Nobody bruh, get off my phone.”

Knowing good and well you ain’t just nobody.

Nobody doesn’t get a key to his house and permission to hang around when he ain’t there.

Nobody can’t just walk in on practice cuz she left something in his car.

Nobody does not have permission to borrow said car anytime hers was in the shop.

The Jabberwocks don’t bother to remember nobody’s first and last name.

Nobody don’t got Jason running around Walmart because she’s sick with the sniffles and ran out of vegetable soup, but she doesn’t want more veggie soup, she wants CHICKEN NOODLES.

Nobody isn’t introduced to his mom and told to call her “Mom Dee.”

Heheee, when I tell you Nash stopped in the middle of the sidewalk when you casually brought her up?

Had the man staring straight down at you like you were some newly discovered species.

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me you met her?”

“Yeah, she invited me over for Thanksgiving!” ☺️

Nash ain’t never look at Jason the same…

Mainly because if he did look, he’d start laughing at him.

——-

He sat up there in Dee’s living room during Thanksgiving teasing Jason while they played Mario Kart with the littler cousins 😂

“Better get to studying, Simp 101 starts this semester~”

“Mannn shut up!”

“You do know that your mom will be pissed if you don’t marry Y/n, don’t you?”

“Anyway!” -leans back to see if his mom listening- “She ain’t gone do nothing!”

-from somewhere back in the kitchen- “You betta marry that gal! You come up in here with anybody else IMMA WHIP YOU, YOU HEAR ME JASON?!!!”

“Now how you gonna tell me how to live my life?!”

“DON’T PLAY WIT ME BOY, I CAN END YO LIFE!”

Nash had to pass his controller to the nearest child cuz he fell out. 🤣🤣🤣

What did he just say?! Didn’t he tell him?!

You had your hand over your mouth in the kitchen the whole time cuz Mom Dee didn’t have to threaten him like that 💀

——-

No really, she had nothing to worry about. Jason ain’t going nowhere.

Cuz he a hypocrite.

He’ll eat up all your food then complain when he has to share his.

Hugs are for booty grabbing, or at least that’s what he SAID was the case.

In reality, he’ll just stand there while while you reach up to scratch his back with juuust the right amount of pressure.

Makes him shiver. 😩

He be the first one to whine about you pooting but will mercilessly CRIPPLE YOU with his mustard gas farts and he can’t say it ain’t that bad cuz he be running from it too 💀

He poked fun at Nash’s undying devotion to his girl but honestly? Jason ain’t stepped out on you either, even though there were and still are plenty of opportunities to do so.

Jason got mad when Nash started to occasionally skip out on guys night, but I’m pulling up a few new absences on his report card as well 🧐

He called Nash a simp? That’s funny Jason, but at least Nash can sleep without his girl, you caint, so go take a seat right next to your friend. -insert chair scooting noises- 🪑🪑

Acting like it’s a nuisance to have to keep up with your events but shows up to support you.

Arguing with you but not letting you sleep separately.

Loves to say you get on his nerves but don’t want you gone for too long.

Pushing 60 mph in a 55 zone to come get you after you called and told him you got hit in the back by another car and you needed him to pick you up 💀

Oh. Wait. There ain’t no buts about that last one, you just scared the hell out of him and he was in a rush. (You weren’t hurt, but the back of your car looked like a monster took a bite out of it 💀)

He be complaining bout cuddling too but that was an easy lie to catch because every dang night he’ll lay there with you, letting his hand roam over your rib cage, dip down your side, then slide up to rest on your hip over and over... You’d be wondering where he was going to go with it, but he just falls asleep curved behind you, one hand around your waist and the other spread on your stomach.

And then you’d lay awake a little longer, pondering how Jason could talk so rough like he does, but then touch you as if he were handling porcelain.

He was so full of contradictions when it came to his emotions, it made you dizzy to look back and forth between what he says and what he actually does.

You got one thing straight tho.

He loved you.

It don’t matter what that nighuh say.

——-

Heheheeee, Jason checked his texts one morning and saw he got one from Nash the night before.

‘I bet you went and snuck off to be with Y/n. And on the one night I was trying to hang 😑.’

Did I mention it was guys night yesterday and Jason played hooky? 😁

He was about to tell Nash to stop crying bout it but he got a new message.

‘Bring your soft ass outside Romeo, we got work to do 😂’

Jason sucked his teeth and tossed his phone over his shoulder.

“Punch him in his mouth… I ain’t soft nothing!”

And then rolled right over to sling his arm around you and give you kisses between your shoulder blades.

[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.

----- (This man really needs more images. More fanart too.)------

“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]

Wanna Hear a Joke? Decaf.

Pairing: Nash Gold Jr. x Reader (One-sided til further notice)

Warning(s): Nash being rude to interns, Y/n being the absolute backbone of the entire filming operation.

Summary: Imagine Nash agrees to do a part in a sports commercial. He develops a crush on Y/n who runs things behind the scenes but she’s just not feeling his attitude.

Nash demands coffee thee minute he gets on set.

The two interns, whom he mentally calls the Coffee Guys, try to make it for him.

But he takes one sip and spits it out, sending it back with a plethora of colorful insults.

There’s speculation among them as to whether or not he orders coffee just so he can make them miserable…

You overhear the coffee guys complaining one day, while you’re fixing coffee for yourself and feel bad for them.

You offer to look at their recipe and immediately spot the issue.

“This… is disgusting.”

“It’s what Mr. Gold told us to make… Every time we try to give him something else, he yells at us!”

What a jerk...

“Uh-uh baby, this ain’t gonna work.” 

You crumple that crap up and toss it.

“I got ya’ll.”

They note how much better your coffee looks and smells and feel a ray of hope.

—————————

When you get to Nash, he’s crabby.

Big shocker there.

Wouldn’t you be after having tasted five different cups of nasty coffee?

So when you hold the large cup under his nose, he’s surprised at how GOOD it smells.

He looks up to ask what you’d done to it but draws a blank when his eyes settle on your disapproving face.

He stares for a minute because you are so fine…

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

He takes it wordlessly and watches you walk away, attitude evident in the switch of your hips.

He peers down at his cup suspiciously.

He takes a sip.

Bliss.

It was just the right temperature, had the perfect sweetness to bitterness ratio… was that… was there honey in here?

He cornered his usual coffee guys and interrogated the heck out of them. He absolutely had to know who you were.

Strictly so he could have more coffee like this, it’s not like he was trying to get your number or anything…

Okay, so maybe he was trying to get your number, but they didn’t have to know that!

—————————

After that, Nash’s favorite offset hobby became tracking down your whereabouts.

Which was no easy feat because you were everywhere. 

Everyone always knew where you should be, but never where you actually were.

Some days he didn’t get so much as a sniff of you, and on those days, he asked about you.

There wasn’t a person in the building that didn’t have a good word to say.

Apparently, you had a foot in just about every aspect of the filming process because your meticulous eye was extremely valuable. That explained why there was no consistent schedule for where and when you had to be present.

The easiest place to find you was the lounge, where you liked to chat with the coffee guys when you had free time.

After you practically saved their jobs by giving them your coffee recipe, they considered you a pal.

Speaking of those guys, apparently their names were Jeffrey and Naomi. 

Nash had to remember that, because the last time he called them “Hey you”, you gave him a scalding glare.

As hard as you were to find, you always managed to be there when he was rude to Jeffrey and Naomi.

—————————

This morning though, Nash would be nice. As nice as he could manage anyway.

When he came in, instead of demanding coffee, he said “Good morning. Jeffrey, Naomi.”

They froze and stared at him like deer in headlights.

Was he… was he ill?! Was the sky falling?

Nash would have responded to their stupid reactions with something slick out his mouth if he hadn’t noticed you move in the corner of his eye.

You were sitting cross-legged in the director’s chair.

And you were smiling at him.

It hit him like a bucket of cold water on a hot day. You were always either upset with him, or otherwise indifferent to his presence.

He had never seen you pleased with him before.

He felt like you had bestowed a rare gift upon him, and his heart appropriately leapt into his throat in response.

He had to find his place on set before he lost his composure…

“Mr. Gold wait! Your coffee!”

“I don’t need it today!”

[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]

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]

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.