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bluewatersfairy · 2 months

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daydreamin' - j.t.

a/n: I started writing this at the beginning of the '22-'23 season and have been meaning to do something with it for literally 2 years. Hope you enjoy lmao!

synopsis: reader gets a little too lost in her head whilst on set with Jayson

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! small mentions of oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, exhibitionist kink mentioned/depicted, slight degrading/name calling (literally once if you squint), filth but like in a fun way.

word count: 5.3k (imagine if i could just shut the fuck up)

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Time felt slowed and your eyelids were droopy, despite the clock behind you reading 11am. An early call time mixed with a red-eye meant that there wasn’t much time to rest horizontally, or at all. Some things were worth the sacrifice for though. He was most definitely one of those things.

When the story first landed on your desk, you almost couldn’t believe it. The Celtics had been playing on your television for as long as you could remember. You’d grown up watching every draft and noting down each new player that joined the roster. You were always in to support the new up-and-comers as a child and in your professional life.

You’d written and pitched a few stories about the young core over recent years but nothing had ever been picked up for a full length piece. The best you got was a short piece for one special edition that highlighted the great women that stood behind the biggest sportsmen in sports today. The NBA section was one of the smallest word counts you’d been given, but you did the best you could.

A full length piece like this being handed to you, a cover story no less, made little sense to you. You weren’t going to turn it down, but it took you a few minutes to process what was being asked of you. Truthfully, it hadn’t properly sunk in until you were on the plane, flying cross-country for a 48-hour stay. A full cover story on someone with all eyes on him meant that it was going to be the biggest opportunity of your career. Not only was it a big deal for him, it was for you too. You were not going to let yourself waste it by getting lost in him.

Even as the sirens wailed, trying to pull you back to reality, your eyes couldn’t pull away from Jayson. Like magnets, his hands forced you to scan over his chest with his next pose. The fake sweat that had been sprayed over him caught the light as the photographer wanted and your heart almost stopped. You didn’t understand why this story meant he had to pose for thirst-trap-like pictures in his Celtic uniform. Did the universe have something against you?

Someone called your name from behind you and snapped you out of your daydream. They were clearly impatient, the sound of a clicking pen matching with the click of dress shoes on concrete floors. With your attention turned back to the little prep work you had left to complete, you did a final once over of the questions you’d prepared for Jayson. His agent was watching every move you made and when you finally handed them the sheet, they marched off calling a hurried ‘thank you’ to you.

You took a deep breath for the 100th time and looked over your recorder again. Full battery? Yes. Storage status? Completely empty. Vocal tests? All three completed. It was fine, perfect even; ready to go whenever Jayson was. Your anxiety, however, was making it difficult for you to be ready. In a quiet tone, you started to count to ten, reaching for a cracker as you did. You needed to nibble on something that wouldn’t come straight back up. Looking at your hand holding the cracker, you noticed just how obviously your now jumpy nature was. Your nerves were starting to present to others; this is not good, you thought to yourself, just fake it, smile and push through. You needed water, a lot of it. Was your throat always this dry?

“They want me to wear a tie,” Jayson’s voice cut through your thoughts, forcing you to turn around a little too quickly. His deep and raspy tone had caught you off guard. Your body’s immediate response was to send spirals to the pit of your stomach and float to your chest with impeccable speed.

“If you’d rather not, I don’t think it’s necessary?” you replied, your uncertainty and want to please him clear as day.

“Nah,” he shook his head and flashed his charming smile at you, “they’ve got a vision, I’ll stick to it.”

He had changed into his formal look for the shoot. It was a classic black Dior suit with a white button up. It was tailored to his figure beautifully and gave him a really classically handsome look. It was the lining of the suit jacket that made it special as well as the socks he wore. Custom-made with embellishments of his home city and his mother and sons’ names stitched over his heart. He looked incredibly dapper and handsome, clean and perfect.

You swallowed and let your eyes fall to his hands as he showed you the three ties he’d been given. They were all quite simple and classic, but you were immediately drawn to the Dior silk black ribbon tie with a bee embellishment

“Which one do you think?” Jayson held all three of them up to his chest and posed for you. He let out something of a chuckle, his eyes focusing on you as he scrunched his nose. He was absolutely adorable, and he was starting to make you melt.

You gently tapped on the tie you thought was best and expected him to step away and give you a second to breathe. Instead, he reached behind you to put the unchosen ties down before putting the one you had selected over his shoulder.

“Here,” Jayson said, starting to tweak his collar, “could you, y’know?”

You nodded your head quickly and took the tie from him, your fingertips lingering against his warm skin for a second too long.

“They’ve got a stool here somewhere,” you said more to yourself than him as your eyes scanned the room. You spotted it and brought it over to him, hoping it would help close the height difference.

Jayson’s gaze stayed on your face from the moment you lifted the tie from his hand until the moment you stepped off of the stool. It was intense. It didn’t help the way he smirked when you fiddled with the tie. Or the way he tugged on his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. You almost told him to stop, not that you were actually sure what it was that you wanted him to stop doing. If anything, you were the one that needed to stop.

It took almost every part of you to stop the image of you wrapping the tie around his wrists instead of the collar of his dress shirt. Like dominos, the scene that unfolded couldn’t be stopped, so you’d just have to push it down and ignore it.

Ignore the way he’d look, completely naked with his wingspan stretched out to either side of your bed. The cool black silk ties secured his big hands against the wooden headboard. He didn’t struggle against the ties, all he did was wriggle his wrists to see how much he could do. It wasn’t a lot, he could tell this wasn’t your first time.

His head turned away from his wrists to find you standing at the foot of the bed, only in an emerald green two-piece lingerie set. It complimented your deep brown skin devilishly well, Jayson couldn’t look away. He let out a deep, throaty groan as he watched you slip your thumbs under the hem of your panties and began to pull them down your hips.

“You’re so good to me,” he part moaned, “look at you baby, I can’t say nothin’.”

His entire body flexed as you knelt on the bed only in your bra. You licked your lips and watched his girthy cock move with the rest of his muscles. You were so tempted to crawl up his body, and stop with your mouth hovering dangerously close to his dick. Teasingly, you’d kiss the tip and gently caress the shaft. Your mouth watered at the thought. You knew yourself well enough that you wouldn’t stop with a little teasing. You’d end up taking the whole thing in your mouth, making a mess of your lipstick and your mascara as your eyes watered.

To compromise, when your mouth hovered over his cock, you gripped the shaft with your left hand. Jayson’s response was similar to one of pain or a burn – a gasp of surprise that expressed both pleasure and discomfort. It made you giggle and you wondered if he had ever been like this with anyone else.

“Fuck,” he dragged out as he watched your spit fall from your plump lips to his tip.

You rubbed your thumb over the head and dragged the saliva down his shaft, pumping him so you could hear him sing out in pleasure. He threw his head back and looked up for the first time that night. He was met with the surprise of a lifetime. You had had a mirror on the ceiling installed, and he now had two of the best views possible.

“You could be a professional,” Jayson said as he looked over himself in the mirror. “I’ve never been able to get my ties just right.”

“I’ll add that to my resume,” you smiled at him and carefully stepped down from the stool. “Great sports journalist, even better tie-tyer.”

“You could pimp yourself out to fashion houses and modelling agencies,” he laughed, “you’d get an inside scope of what goes on behind the scenes as well.”

“That’s not half bad, actually.” You shared a moment of laughter, and another of silence and gazing at each other before you were brought back to the real world by the photographer.

Jayson went back to posing, though now it was less structured. They were getting shots of him smiling and showing off the inside lining of his jacket, as well as a few of him holding his shoes. You took a seat and let yourself go over your notes, though you were still distracted by him. You weren’t sure if it was that he was a natural in front of the camera or simply that he was very handsome, but every time you looked up, he looked beyond good. You were constantly reminded of just how fine he was and it was so overwhelming.

He oozed that type of physical attraction that you felt deep in your uterus. Your whole body just wanted him everywhere and there wasn’t much to stop it. His quiet manner was no help either. As a journalist, you were always digging for a bigger story and you wanted to just get into his mind and learn as much about him as possible. He was easy to talk to, and you found that a connection between the interviewer and interviewee was what made a great piece.

You needed this to be the best story of your career, an opportunity like this had the possibility of elevating your life and opening countless doors. Hopefully, you’d finally get that job offer that would bring you to the east coast, the one you’d been looking for for close to a year.

Your name being called from across the room pulls your gaze away from Jayson and you began to make your way over to what looked to be a team meeting. There wasn’t much for you to say or do, except listen and nod when appropriate. Jayson’s team was taking the lead of a majority of this shoot as he had a few other things he had to fit into his day. You knew going in that the interview portion would come at the end, that you were really only there to get a feel of the vibe and find your footing with him.

“I’ve gone over your questions,” Jayson’s agent turned to face you, “they’re good, nothing I can tell he won’t answer. He seems to like you as well so he should give you more than you need for this to be an excellent cover story.”

You nodded your head, agreeing, to show you were listening and noticed their gaze had gone back to Jayson. When you turned to follow it, you found Jayson was looking directly at you. He wasn’t being subtle about it either. When your eyes found his, he smiled his stunning smile and the camera flashed.

“I might need you to cover him more often if you can get him to smile like that,” his agent commented, “he’s like a child sometimes when he smiles for the camera.” Without another word, they’d walked away and you were standing alone again.

You could sense that things were starting to move a bit quicker. His team seemed to be prepping more and you caught bits and pieces of the requests and questions being thrown around amongst them. Someone was sent off to get coffee, someone else was sent outside to make sure the balcony was accessible, comfortable and private. You had assumed you would interview Jayson inside but it seemed everyone else had a different idea in mind.

It was Jayson who approached you first to invite you out there to get started. In your past experiences of interviewing professional and famous athletes, this wasn’t a norm. Usually you were sent to the preferred interview spot to wait for the interviewee and they certainly weren’t the people to direct you there either. But this was Jayson. This is the narrative he’d created for himself, a polite, respectable young man.

He walked two steps behind you, now in a pair of grey sweats and a black Jaylen Brown graphic tee. He was more relaxed now and in turn, you felt a little more at ease. If he was still in his Dior suit, it would’ve been a different story, you would’ve felt under-dressed in your business-casual outfit.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Jayson said as you both stepped out, his hand reaching to the small of your back to guide you around the table and chairs to see the view properly.

“It is,” you breathed out as you placed your hands on the balcony rail. You felt like you could see forever from right there, like you were at the top of the world.

“It’s so much better at night, when all the city lights are on. You really feel like you’re on top of the world,” he paused as he placed his hand next to yours, “it’s romantic too. All the lights in the dark, you’re just a world away from everyone else. No one can see or hear you up here, it’s comfortable.” you watched closely as his hand moved to rest on top of yours.

You tried to imagine it, what it would feel like to be this far removed from everyone, just you and him. The small of your back seemed to burn as you tried to remember what it felt like to have his hand there. What would it feel like if there was no material in the way, and he was pushing you forward, making your back arch?

Pitch black surrounding you and just the sparkling lights of the city far below you. You can barely hear the cars driving by, just the soft breeze brushing past your ears and the melodic rhythm and harmonious sounds of your grunts and moans mixing together. You’d felt far too exposed when Jayson had first started to undress you but his mouth had quickly erased all your worries and insecurities from your mind. He covered you in kisses before he reached your core. He’d turned you around so fast, you’d barely had a moment to catch yourself on the balcony before he’d buried his face in your pussy, his tongue lapping at your folds and only breaking to nip at your inner thighs and round ass.

The second you’d got him naked after he’d chivalrously made you cum twice, his body was immediately pushed up against yours. Your hands were hot on his body, grabbing at his waist and hips while your lips fought against his own.

“You’re eager,” he teased as he broke away from your lips, grinning as he dropped his head to your clavicle, “‘bit of a change from before.”

“I think it’s more than you’re an exhibitionist and I think logically about how sex with us works.” Jayson stood up straight at your rebuttal so he could look down at you properly.

“Exhibitionists like to be seen and heard, look around princess,” he smirked as he spun you back so your ass was pressed to his front again, “no one can see or hear us up here.”

Jayson, truthfully, was exhilarated by the freedom that came with fucking outside and it became very obvious to you, very quickly. He was louder than usual, but he was making you that much louder too. His voice was rough as he told you to let him hear you, telling you to say his name louder and louder. He wanted you to praise him unashamed and let everyone know exactly who was making you cum at that very moment.

He also wanted someone to see how good you were for him, he was basically begging to see a flash in a window somewhere. Jayson Tatum and his beautiful mystery whore, oh he could see it in white writing as he pulled out and sprayed his load on your back.

“Do you want a napkin?” Jayson asked as he got comfortable in the chair across from you.

One of the people from his team had brought out their coffees and had given Jayson a handful of napkins. You made a note in your mind that it was likely because he asks for extra when he had his son with him and it was just what his team did without thinking.

You smiled and took one from him before crossing your legs and letting yourself relax into the chair a bit. You mumbled a thanks as you slipped it under your tablet that was resting on your lap.

You pressed the green button on your voice recorder and placed it on the table in front of you before asking Jayson if he was ready. He nodded his head eagerly and rubbed his hands together.

“Where would you like to start?” you smiled across at him and he returned the smile.

“In the middle, like all the good stories.”

That was what you wanted to hear and you glanced at your notes, not that you needed to. You knew exactly where you were going to start.

“In your relatively short career thus far, you’ve managed to accomplish many things other players spend their entire lives trying to reach, and many retire without touching the surface. You’ve got gold medals, a signature shoe, multiple all-NBA placings and now a world championship, and that’s within the world of basketball. If we stepped out, we could list so many more business endeavours. We know you idolised Kobe and his own off-season adventures and his life outside the league went far beyond basketball. What I want to know is what you want your future off-seasons to look like? Do you have a desire to pursue something creative?”

It was a long-winded question, but asking it made Jayson light up, this seemed to spark something that he was eager to share. Starting in the middle was always the best when you had a good vibe with an interviewee. You’d managed to create an emotional bond of sorts with Jayson already so you didn’t have to do the relationship-building-questions. You could just ask something incredibly personal and trust that you would be given something you can easily build off of. And that was exactly what Jayson gave you.

He begun by explaining that in the last two-years or so, he’d grown an interest in art and had started something of a collection. “It’s not necessarily something to brag about compared to some of the collections I’ve been exposed to in the art-world, but it’s a start and I’m really proud of it.”

He was inspired too, he continued to explain. He loved the portraits and landscapes he’d been exposed to and the realism of it all, but he was a story-lover above all things and it’s those type of paintings that draw him in.

“You don’t always know straight away what you’re looking at, but when you read or hear the title of the painting, or a brief explanation about it, you start to see the painting as the story it is.”

“Would you ever consider picking up a brush and trying something yourself?”

“I think about it all the time,” he admitted with a tilt of his head, “but I wouldn’t want it to be for anyone but me, y’know? Like them sex portraits and intimate art pieces that are created out of lust and love.

“I’m lucky ‘cause my job is my passion, right? I go to work and I train really hard and play even harder and while basketball is a creative process, it’s set in its ways. I’m so attracted to the idea of doing something that’s physically and mentally freeing and I think that’s why I’m kinda obsessed with those types of paintings and why I wanna make them myself.”

He paused for a second, his eyes pulling away from yours for the first time since he’d started talking about it. “Maybe,” he adds quickly, “I maybe want to make them myself.” He laughed lightly and shook his head a little, definitely questioning a little bit why he’d said so much.

But it was good, it was what you wanted to hear from him. It humanised him, showed more of his personality that he was so protective of. It was an easy spot for you to jump from as well, you had a million things that you could ask from here and you sure as hell were gonna ask them. You just had to avoid anything to do with sex and lust, because that was where you’d been stuck for the better half of the last 3 hours since you’d arrived at this shoot.

It was not helping you at all either, that Jayson was manspreading in his seat and you could definitely see his dickprint in his grey sweats. It was unprofessional, of course, but you could not stop looking at it every few minutes. And while he was talking about a sex portrait, you could’ve sworn you’d seen it react. God help your mind and where it was running off to in that moment.

A locked door and a series of paints could be spread all around him and he could be instructing you what to do. Promising you everything was safe and it was just an idea he had, and a massive canvas he’d found a little too easily.

Or maybe it would start more innocently. He’d wanted to try a live-model art class but it felt a little wrong for him, as a well known face and figure around Boston, to show up to a class to draw a naked woman. So instead, he’d ask you to. Sketching would turn to painting, or him trying to do something abstract.

“Can I see it?” you’d crossed your arm over your chest, holding your large breasts from spilling out as you walked to stand beside him. He had this look of amusement on his face that you quickly shared.

What he’d painted and sketched maybe looked somewhat like you, if you focused on your body shape, but everything else was unclear. You bit back a laugh and tried to wait for Jayson to say something regarding what he’d done.

“I don’t think painting is my God given talent,” he mumbled quietly and before you could stop yourself, you started laughing. Jayson turned to look at you and watched for a moment, before he very smoothly flicked paint over your arms and chest.

“I didn’t say anything!” You squealed as he managed to throw a small amount of paint on you again. There was this look on his face now that seemed so joyous yet dangerous, like he was plotting something that was no good.

Your suspicious were confirmed when he started to pull off his own clothes and you realised that he was evening the playing field – this was now war. Like teenagers, the two of you started running around the room throwing paint at one another and laughing with the highest amounts of joy you’d experienced in so long. It was freeing and peaceful. The type of thing, you realised, love songs and stories were made of.

“God, I love you,” Jayson confessed as he grabbed you around the waist, his chest covered in the red and yellow paint that covered your hands, and you covered in the blue and green that covered his.

“I love you,” you replied with a massive grin, your arms wrapping around him and you pressed your lips to his.

“I have an idea,” Jayson smiled as rubbed your core over his dick.

“Are you ever not horny?” you asked, feeling just how much he’d started to feel in a very short amount of time.

“‘Could ask you the same thing?” he smirked before raising his eyebrows at you.

It was the easiest transition from him holding you to the two of you on the floor, on top of a massive canvas he’d had laying there for the past few days. You’re on top of him, hands pressed against the canvas as he switched between gripping your hips and your tits, while you rode his cock like a pro. Your head was thrown back, the lube he’d drenched on his cock before you climbed on made everything feel so much better.

“Roll your hips just like that baby,” he encouraged you with dark eyes, “you know how to do me right.”

You keep going on top of him until he tells you to stop. You climbed off him and watched as he hit his cock roughly. He didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to do more, you could see it in his face. You carefully lent forward, your hands leaving prints on the canvas and you gently kissed his lips.

“You okay?” he asked softly as he slipped his hand down your back.

“I’m okay, baby,” you smiled, “I’m just checking if you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” he echoed and kissed you again, “I have an idea though.”

He sat up as he spoke and moved to be behind you. He kissed your shoulders and your neck and moved you gently, but with a certain sense of control that made you that much hotter. You on all fours had given him this idea of your body’s print on the canvas. Your tits were covered in paint, as was the rest of your torso, it would be a sight to see. One he needed to see.

He pushed your chest down and guided your ass up leaving your pretty pussy on full display for him. He let a stream of spit drip onto your throbbing hole and pressed his thumb against it, rubbing and teasing you and making you moan loudly. You pushed your hips back and wiggled your ass, trying to get him to slip inside you again.

“I want you face down and ass up till I fill that pussy up,” he ordered, his hand pushing you down even more so you were pressed fully into the canvas.

“Whatever you want Jay, just fuck me.”

When he slipped into you again, he filled you to the hilt and did nothing to hold himself back. He fucked you into the canvas and watched with a devilish grin as you spread your hands out to try and grip on to something. It left pretty marks over the canvas and made him think more and more about how your tit print is gonna look.

“Your tits are gonna look so good on here baby,” he moaned before smacking your ass, “almost as good as you fucking feel right now, oh fuck.”

You turned your head to the side and let your moans sing along with his. He was so turned on that it was driving you crazy, you didn’t even know what it was but you needed it to happen more.

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Say that again?” you asked as you lowered your coffee mug from your lips, your cheeks red.

“Are you gonna come?” Jayson asked again, “to the ring ceremony? I know you’ve covered me and Jaylen before, so it would make sense if they fly you out for it.”

You smiled and nodded your head, “I hope they do. I’ll let them know you asked, might give them the push to do it.”

“You can give them my number if you want, they can call and I’ll let them know that I personally want you there.” He winked at you and made you blush yet again.

You only had a few more questions left, you’d gotten a lot of content from Jayson in the past 30 minutes, you were really grateful for it. You knew it would read well too and would most likely give you more opportunities for future cover stories. You knew you could write this well. You were determined to as well, not just for yourself but for Jayson too.

You had one final question to ask and it made you smile, this was all very full circle considering you started with a middle-type question.

“Lastly, how are you? How does it feel to be doing a cover story?”

He chuckled a little and rubbed his temple, “no matter how many I do, I always love doing them. I forget how good it feels to be in front of the camera, honestly. I feel real important and I really enjoy being the centre of attention.”

You giggled a little at this comment and it makes him smile even more, “I really enjoyed talking to you too, I hope we can do this again sometime.”

“Hopefully when I’m in for the ring ceremony,” you replied and you both share a short laugh before you’re thanking him and officially ending your audio recording.

Wrapping things up is a much quicker process than getting everything set up. Before you know it, you’ve shaken everyone on his team's hands and thanked them for having you. The photographers have told you they’ll be in contact within the next few days and just like that you’re standing in the elevator and the doors are almost closed.

Almost closed before someone stuck their hand in and forced the doors open again.

“Sorry,” Jayson said and slid in quickly, and pushed the closed door button. He moved to stand beside you and together, you watched the doors closed.

“I’ve been waiting to do this all day,” Jayson mumbled as he cupped your face in his hand and kissed you. You welcomed his embrace and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Hey baby,” you cooed, looking up at him.

“How long are you here for?” he asked, his hand not so subtly grabbing at your behind, “I’m not leaving your side for the rest of it.”

“30 hours,” you went on your tiptoes quickly and kissed the base of his neck, “I have a couple things I want to do.”

“Mm,” he hummed at the feeling of your lips still on his neck, “I’m so proud of you, this is such a big opportunity and you crushed all that shit. Everyone was saying they’re so impressed with you.”

“Do you wanna show me how proud you are?” you asked looking up at him, finally feeling like you can let out everything you’ve been feeling and thinking about.

“Oh,” Jayson said as he realised, “okay then, we gotta go.”

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kumkaniudaku · 10 months

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Champion

It's been a minute, ain't it? Trying to get back in the groove. Please, accept this peace offering.

In the dead of night, the backyard had become a raucous arena and mental prison all at once.

Moonlight and stars provided just enough light to illuminate the back half of the only basketball court in the neighborhood with someone crazy enough to put up shots hours before the sun would rise. Jayson’s face and hair caught a glow as he put up a half-hearted jump shot that loudly clunked off the back iron. He cursed to himself before trotting to retrieve the basketball.

He was in an unimaginable slump. One tough game became three in a row then a full two weeks of subpar shooting numbers and growing frustration. Blaming his misfortune on a nagging wrist injury would make sense, but he didn’t want the sympathy. He wanted the win.

Across the short path leading to the house, you watched him talk his way through a reverse layup that kissed the rim but didn’t fall.

“Fuck!”

The ball was no match for his anger, receiving a hard bounce against the court before he regained control and tapped it against his forehead several times.

You stopped short of the metal gate and cleared your throat to announce your presence. “You know you have an HOA right? Those quiet hour fines are steep.”

“I’ll pay it. Wouldn’t be the first time.” He answered with his back turned to put up another missed shot. In frustration, he slapped the ball across the court before finally facing your sympathetic expression. He sighed. “I woke you up?”

“No. I had a bad dream and came out for some air.”

Jayson accepted your partial truth with a nod. He was too tired to press for more answers. The world was on his shoulders. The last thing he had energy for was extraneous conversation.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully lowered his long body to the ground. His knees rose just enough to support his elbows and heavy head in his hands. You watched him for a few extra moments before gently pushing open the gate to join him at center court.

“It’s too cold for the future Finals MVP to be hooping in a tanktop. Here. ” Your arm extended to pass Jayson a sweatshirt in hopes that he’d accept your peace offering. He accepted with no protest, his eyes never looking away from some distant spot in the night.

You let him sulk without interrupting the quiet. A few years and a couple of fiery disagreements had taught you a valuable lesson in letting him sort his feelings before stepping in with advice.

Several minutes of silence passed before finally he scoffed to himself and looked up to the sky.

“I give this shit everything I got. My heart, my body. Fuckin’ tears! None of this shit is working right now.”

“Maybe you’re thinking too hard?”

“I just wanna fuckin’ win. You know that more than anybody. I’m fighting through this shit with my wrist, taking in all the feedback while trying to block all the bullshit and I’m hitting a brick wall every time I turn around. I don’t understand why I’m doing all this if, at the end of the day, I feel like I’m being blocked from what I know I deserve.”

You watched him quietly rub a tender spot at the base of his thumb before his eyes met yours. He was searching for answers and comfort or at least something to make sense of his personal hell.

“So, give up.”

Your matter-of-fact response made him snap his head in your direction. “What?”

“Give up. If it’s giving you this much grief and you aren’t feeling up to the challenge, give up. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Man, you know I’m not doing that. I just…I don’t know. I needed to vent or something. I’m trying.”

“Aren’t we all,” you answered sympathetically. “But we do what we gotta do to get through the hard parts for what we love, right?”

“Yeah, but does it have to be this hard?”

“Would it be worth it if it wasn’t?”

A short chuckle filled the air before he diverted his eyes to a spot beyond the court.

“You can’t do the whole therapy thing for loved ones, remember? Get out my head before I call your dean.”

“Okay! Fair enough. Can I at least say that I’m proud of you?”

Jayson finally broke eye contact with the distance to look in your eyes, prompting you to scoot closer to him until your bodies were touching. He allowed you to hook your arm in his and rest your weight against his forearm before he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“This shit is tough,” you continued. “The late nights and long trips. The wear and tear on your body. Having to be somebody’s something at all times. Even the strongest person in the world would be exhausted. But you’re doing it. And a really fuckin’ good job at that. I’m proud of you. We’re all proud of you.”

“Thank you.” His short sentence fell from his lips in a near whisper as he sat with your words.

“But, when you’re at work, just be Jayson. Because, respectfully, nobody out there can touch you on your worst day. Except me, but that’s a different conversation.”

Your misplaced confidence coaxed a loud laugh from Jayson that grew once you stood to take a defensive stance in front of him.

“Man, what are you doing,” he asked, still amused by the sheer absurdity of you attempting to guard him.

“Oh, I’m funny to you? Check ball.”

“Nah, go inside. You just got your nails done.”

“So what! My girl makes house calls. Check ball, my boy. Hurry up before I get mad.”

Jayson studied you for a second with a fond smile before taking the short jog across the court to retrieve his best friend and worst enemy. When he returned, you were still in a full-out defensive stance and ready to take on the challenge of guarding a man acclaimed as one of the best in his profession.

He started his path toward the basket from half-court with slow dribbles and uncontrollable laughter while you swiped at the ball.

“C’mon, now. I don’t want you to get hurt. You made your point.”

“That’s crazy. I got a point but you don’t have no points. Does that make me the best player in the world or…?”

“Woooow.”

A competitive fire burned behind his eyes as he sized you up and planned his next move. For a moment, you were able to shuffle your feet just enough to keep up with his probing attack. It didn’t take long for Jayson to sense a shift in your intensity and capitalize on your lack of speed.

One quick step drove left you slightly off balance, giving him enough space to put up a stepback three that caused the net to make a loud pop once the ball went through.

“JT FOR THREEEEEEE!”

He held his shooting hand in the air for an extra second with his eyes closed to soak in your impression of the in-arena announcement. It’d been a while since he’d heard those words.

When he finally turned back to look at you, he caught your knowing smile as you folded your arms across your chest in preparation for the inevitable.

“Just, like, 30 minutes. I promise. You can time me!”

“Mhmm. Make sure you take a shower before you get back in bed.”

“You gone be up when I get in?”

His question came with raised eyebrows and a few steps forward to wrap you in a sweaty hug. You relished the tickle of his beard against your neck between quick kisses before playfully pushing him away.

“Nuh uh. Lock in. I’ll still be here when the work is done.”

“Can I hold you to that?”

“You know I’m good for it.”

A cheeky wink initiated your shared handshake and signaled that your promise was sealed no matter what. Before he could lull you back into a hug and prolong the moment, a stiff breeze woke all six of your senses and forced a loud shriek in response.

“Oh hell no. I’ll be rooting for you from the house. Keep shooting!”

Jayson watched you nearly sprint across the backyard with the ball tucked under his arm and a smile so goofy it’d be embarrassing if his friends caught him. Not willing to see you go just yet, he cupped his hands around his mouth to bid you a final good night.

“THANKS, COACH! I LOVE YOU!”

Stopping at the back door, you returned the gesture. “I LOVE YOU! JVP! JVP! JVP!”

“THAT AIN’T IT! TRY AGAIN.”

“JUST KEEP REPEATING IT. IT’LL WORK, I PROMISE!”

Once you were inside, silence blanketed the backyard again. This time, instead of racing thoughts, Jayson found a stillness as he bounced the ball between his legs. One dribble turned into another and another until he completed a crossover and midrange shot. Shot after shot hit the bottom of the net with crisp snaps.

When his legs grew exhausted, he stepped up to the free-throw line to complete his impromptu workout.

He took a few deep breaths and focused his eyes on the rim with a soft chant on replay under his breath.

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“This is absolutely incredible. When it looked like his team was on the brink of another Game 7, Jayson Tatum took over the game and delivered the Boston Celtics their first NBA Championship since 2008. The Larry O’Brien trophy is back in Beantown.”

“He’s the future of the league. One of the best, if not THE best small forward in the NBA right now.”

“He's not the future, Jeff. He's the right here and now. Humbly he’s one of the best players in the world. Mama, there goes that man.”

Green and white confetti rained down from the rafters, completely covering fans celebrating in the stands. Players on the court threw themselves onto one another to share the euphoria of the moment. Six games and four hard-fought quarters had led them to the ultimate goal.

Jayson stood at center court with his arms stretched and head tilted to the sky while he screamed at nothing in particular. His head felt light with pure excitement and fragmented replays of the last 48 minutes.

Finally, he’d completed the mission.

As reality began to rush through his blood, his eyes frantically searched for familiar faces in the crowd rushing toward him. The full breadth of excitement couldn’t be released until the ones he cherished most were within arms reach. He ignored every instance of his name being called in favor of pushing through the bodies littered across the space.

His family greeted him first, led by his mother beaming with pride. You quietly stood to the side for an up-close view of the small celebration. Tears and laughter became muffled in the loud environment but the love was unmistakable.

When he finally directed his attention in your direction, a rush of heat made your ears and arms tingle. Sudden shyness made you laugh nervously and tug at your jersey during his short journey to where you stood.

Jokingly, he leaned down and rubbed his sweaty forehead against yours.

“You did it,” you gushed. “You fuckin’ did it.”

“JVP,” he questioned with a silly smile.

“Oh, don’t make me do it. Because you know I’ll do it.”

Jayson’s laughter bellowed deep before he threw his head back for another triumphant scream. His joy felt like permission for others to join with no restrictions.

Stepping back, you accepted the invitation and began your new favorite chant. Participation started with a slow build. Others joined one by one then in small groups until the buzz had spread to the nosebleeds.

Standing in the center of it all, Jayson took a slow look at all the faces around him with pride swelling in his chest.

He was over the hump. Across the finish line. Atop the proverbial mountain.

A champion at last.

#jayson tatum #jayson tatum fic #one shot

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swiftsmlb · 7 months

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dating jayson tatum includes.

jayson tatum x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of sex.

authors note: hi. jayson tatum imagine here! hope you all like it. my first nba imagine on here! requests are open!

the both of you met after a game, after he accidentally fell on you during the game

he NEEDED to make sure you were alright. and you were. thankfully!

jayson asking you to dinner as an apology

things took off from there

you both became inseparable

jayson is such a gentleman. treats you so right

jayson teasing you about how short you are

cuddles 24/7

jayson being the big spoon all the time

he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair

jayson loves everything about you

tells you how beautiful are, every damn day

now… if we are being honest: jayson is the jealous type

he gets possessive easily. but not in a toxic way

he just loves you and hates lingering eyes on what’s his

facetime calls when he’s away

post-game sex.

make up sex

shower sex!

jayson loves to praise you. even if it isn’t during sex

helping him when he’s sore

late-night car rides !

getting matching tattoos with one another

jayson giving you nicknames “ darling” and “ angel”

going to every home game

wearing his jersey, always

supporting one another always

baking together! he loves to help - even though he sucks at it!

being there for him through the toughest losses

and being there for the huge wins

being loyal to one another

your his angel. it was like fate when he fell on you that night

#jayson tatum #jayson tatum imagine #jayson tatum x reader #nba #nba imagine #nba imagines #nba fan fic #jayson #celtics

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clevelcnds · 1 year

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NBA ONESHOTS

dating ja morant includes (hc)

#nba imagines #nba #nba fan fic #ja morant x reader #ja morant #lamelo ball #jayson tatum #jayson tatum x reader

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xariarte · 3 months

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a look at the top ten men’s basketball rpf pairings on ao3

(Important Note: I collected data from 2011-2024, but in doing so I excluded five fics in the tag. The first fic ever uploaded to the tag was from 2004 (!!) and it would have skewed the rest of the charts.)

On ao3, the top ten tagged relationships in the men's basketball rpf tag are as follows:

Stephen Curry/Klay Thompson (160)

Stephen Curry/LeBron James (97)

Kevin Durant/Russell Westbrook (46)

Kyrie Irving/LeBron James (34)

DeMar DeRozan/Kyle Lowry (30)

Anthony Davis/LeBron James (30)

Pau Gasol/Juan Carlos Navarro (22)

Juan Carlos Navarro/Ricky Rubio (20)

Jaylen Brown/Jayson Tatum (12)

LeBron James/Dwyane Wade (11)

The last two pairings should be "Nikola Jokić/Jamal Murray (14)" and then "Jaylen Brown/Jayson Tatum (12)" but for some reason ao3 hasn't updated the tag (I do not know why).

Stephen Curry/Klay Thompson and Stephen Curry/LeBron James are the most popular pairings in the tag. Ironically, the huge spike in 2022 was caused by one single ao3 writer, who uploaded 35 fics for that pairing alone.

75% Steph/Klay and 95% Steph/Bron fics were in English!

(Note: I am not the most familiar with Warriors lore, so I assume the spike in 2019 is because that year had peak Steph/Klay vibes, but I digress.)

Every pairing other than Steph/Klay and Steph/LeBron are "rarepairs" (including any other Warriors pairing).

The maximum amount of fics for a rarepair have only ever reached twelve fics in a single year. Other rarepairs in the tag outside of the top ten have less than twelve fics in total!

Before Stephen Curry, Klay Thompson and LeBron James, the tag was dominated by Spanish national team players: Juan Carlos Navarro, Pau Gasol and Ricky Rubio. Combined all together, these players have over 40 fics attached to their names!

Anthony Davis/LeBron James is mostly a foreign language ship. Out of the 30 fics for that pairing, there are only four English fics!

Lots of fics were created after the players for that pairing stopped being teammates: for ex. KD/Russ, Kyrie/Bron and DeMar/Kyle!

If you'd like to see more analysis of the men's basketball rpf tag on ao3, you can look through my #nba rpf analysis tag! ✨

#i had to post this before lukai overtakes the jays spot at number ten of all time 🤔#nba rpf analysis #men's basketball rpf #xariarte edits #nba rpf #also i lied this is my second last data analysis of the tag #so much LORE!!! ft. random Spanish national team fic lore??#i hope i haven't missed anything pls ask questions if anything is confusing 💖 i will answer!

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gazeboharlow · 4 months

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so a jayson tatum x jack harlow x reader fic? 🙈

#jack harlow #jayson tatum

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It’s kinda funny, during 2021 I was really into NBA rpf and one author (yekoc) was writing some brilliant fics so I kept following the trajectory of their work, and after a little while they slowly started dedicating more fics to F1 rpf. And I remember at the time I was like “damn we lost a good soldier” because I didn’t know shit about F1 and I was like who tf is Daniel Ricciardo… sounds like an uggo (I was mad I wasn’t getting fed bottom!Jayson Tatum). Fast forward to 2023, I get a tiktok of Charles hunting thiefs down with a Ferrari and I’m like hold up what’s all this then. I don’t remember when Daniel first appeared after that but once I saw him I was hooked. I actually haven’t even watched DTS, so I was just rawdogging my way into the F1 fandom. Beyond obviously being attractive and funny and joyful, he just seemed so endearing narratively. Does that make sense? Like just a kid from Perth that leaves everything behind, and the first time he meets Helmut Marko his shoes are squelching cuz he stepped in a pond. He was so very underdog coded and I’m a sucker for highs and lows and grief and redemption. He’s never flat with his actions, one thing he’ll do is make me feel and feel deeply. I never really got to witness him on podiums so I really am looking forward to it - I guess hope grounded in trust and belief is sustaining me.

Omg your moot was a gateway drug to a new blorbo??? it be the people you know 😔

No but seriously thx for sending this + I kept giggling bc you're very funny and I hope your faith is rewarded with results from Daniel and bottom!Jayson Tatum amen.

#your narrative palette is v refined you are CORRECT! you are a CONNOISSEUR!!! daniel falling into the indoor pond #should have ANYONE by thr throat

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lcandothisallday · 1 year

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so we all apparently down bad for jayson tatum?🤭

makes me feel good about my decision to include him in my fic hehe

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https-harlow · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/neon-lights-and-glitter/754574403604480000/httpswwwtumblrcomneon-lights-and-glitter7545

Damn!! Making jack jealous about other celebrities is my favorite trope ngl, always been dreaming about there being aome fic where jack gets jealous of jayson tatum 🤭🤭

😁

Well there will be a lot of that in this series 🤭🤭 I can maybe include that in this series!!

#😁 anon

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jaysonsfavwhore · 2 years

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the favorite [1] - jayson tatum

♪ fue mejor ~ kali uchis, sza

description: every teacher has their favorite student, and sometimes, a favorite parent. in which jayson falls inlove with deuce’s teacher

warnings: none

word count: 3.2k

* oakwood elementary

thursday

Growing up, you didn't see yourself as a teacher. Instead, you had plans to be a doctor or a lawyer, like your parents wanted you to be. Your plans weren't exactly what you wanted, they were carved by your parents, and you were taught to always meet their expectations. You could remember the disappointment on their faces when you told them you switched your major to education.

You didn't care tho, you finished your degree in two years after already finishing two years while in high school, thankful for the program your school offered.

By the age of 20, you were a licensed preschool teacher, and you loved your job and your students more than anything. Kids were always something you wanted, but your love life wasn't exactly the best. You had your first and only boyfriend during junior year of high school, only lasting a couple of months and you've been single ever since.

Your hands scratched your forehead as you edited your lesson plans, teaching preschoolers didn't require a lot of planning, since you mainly taught them spelling, some simple math, and how to write.

"Ms. Y/L/N, Bryan keeps kicking me," Deuce's voice spoke, your head immediately lifting to look at him, his eyes were a little watery causing you to frown. Deuce may or may not be your favorite student, and while all the kids were sweet, the surprisingly tall 6-year-old was the sweetest and cutest of them all.

"Again, my love? How about you stay here with me, while I call his parents, yeah?" You softly spoke and pointed to the small chair that was next to yours. You decided to call his parents to let them know what has been happening. Every day Deuce would come to tell you some kid was bothering him, it was obvious that he was smarter and taller than the rest, and you felt bad because he was always left out.

You picked up your phone, dialing the number that came up for his dad on the report. You looked down to see him coloring some numbers when he picked up, "Hello?"

"Hi, umm is this Deuce's dad? I'm his teacher Y/N," you felt nervous, you always did when you made a call.

"Yeah, this is him, did something happen? Is he okay?" His voice was deep, and he was out of breath, which was odd, but you had no right to question why.

"Yeah he's good, I was just calling because some kids have been bothering him lately, and I just wanted to make sure that you were aware. I've already spoken to the other kid's parents about it,"

"I didn't know about that. He usually talks about school and if he does he just mentions spending the day with you," he sounded a bit concerned, and you felt bad. Maybe you should've called earlier.

"I usually have him sit with me since he's always doing what he's supposed to. He's a good kid really, I just don't understand why they're so mean to him, if I'm being honest with you," you shook your head as if he could see you.

"Is it okay if I come in after school to talk to you about this? I'm in practice right now, and I wanna make sure I can give you my full attention," practice?

"Yeah that's fine, we'll have a good rest of your day then,"

"You too!"

"That's a really pretty color, Deuce," you said after hanging up the phone. He was coloring his numbers in with the same shade of green.

"It's my daddy's color," you nodded your head

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After the day finished you finally dismissed the students, holding back Deuce since his dad was going to come in, "You're gonna stay with me until your dad comes to pick you up, okay?"

"Can we color until he comes please?" He had the cutest little voice and you couldn't possibly say no to him.

"Yeah of course, do you want to use one of these?" You held up different color pages for him to pick, after he picked the one he wanted, you picked one for yourself and started coloring.

You looked up when you heard a knock on the door, you got up to go open it seeing the most, and you weren't even exaggerating, he was the finest man you've seen in your entire life.

"Hi, I'm Deuce's dad, Jayson," he extended his hand for you to shake, and you had to mentally slap yourself out of your staring, he had on a pair of grey joggers with a matching hoodie and white air forces.

"I'm Y/N, Deuce is right over th-," you began speaking before you were cut off by Deuce.

"Daddyyyyy," he screamed as he ran towards his dad, he immediately picked him up, and that had to be the most heartwarming thing you've ever seen.

We love a man that's good with kids.

"I missed you, little man," Jayson said as you walked towards your desk, he sat down in front of you, in a chair you had pulled for him.

"I heard some kids were bothering you?" He asked and Deuce nodded his head.

"Yeah but Ms. Y/N tells them not to, and she helps me with my work," you nodded your head as Deuce talked with a smile on your face.

"Yeah that's what I wanted to talk to you about, earlier one of the kids hit him, and they usually say stuff about his mom and stuff," you saw Jayson's expression drop at the mention of his mom, "I don't really know what's happening at home but I know it's a sensitive topic for him,"

"Yeah umm," he cleaned his throat and you instantly felt bad for bringing it up, "His mom left him with me and basically disappeared so he technically has no mom. It's just me and my mom taking care of him when he's not in school," you nodded your head, making sure to let him know you were listening.

"Yeah, I understand. I just don't want this to become a problem where he doesn't want to come anymore. I have him sit here with me every day, but I just wished he could make some friends, he's just smarter than the rest if we want to be honest."

You honestly wondered how could anyone abandon their own child like that, especially when his father looks the way his Deuce's did.

"I appreciate you calling. I truly didn't know this was happening, my mom usually comes to pick him up since I'm at basketball practice most of the days,"

"Oh, you play for college?" You asked, making him laugh.

" I used to. I play for the Celtics," your eyes immediately widened. How could you not notice, the man had to be almost if not 7 feet tall, and that's when it all clicked.

"My god I'm slow. I don't really have time to keep up with sports like that but your name does sound familiar," you laughed shaking your head, "I bet you're gonna be like daddy too huh?" You asked Deuce and he nodded his head.

"Yeah. I like watching daddy play, it's fun"

"I bet it is,"

"Have you ever been to a game?" Jayson asked and you nodded your head.

"I used to go with my dad when I was little. He was a crazy Celtics fan. But it's been a while, I don't even know who's on the team anymore," you replied and he nodded his head.

"We have a game tomorrow. You should come, I can hook you up with tickets," you had to stop yourself from thinking he was flirting with you but you nodded your head.

"Tomorrow's Friday, right? I'm free," you smiled leaning back on your chair after checking the date on your phone.

"Two tickets or," he asked and you shook your head.

"Just one, it's just me," you quickly made eye contact with him before looking away.

"Actually, how about me and Deuce pick you up so you can watch it with Deuce, right Deuce?"

Oh, was he smooth with it. God, you hate him already.

"Yeah that sounds fine," you gave him a small smile before looking at Deuce who had a sneaky look on his face.

"Great. I'll text you tonight then, it was nice meeting Ms. Y/N" he spoke getting up from his chair, Deuce following right after.

"You too,"

*y/n's apartment

5:30 pm, friday

Getting ready took longer than usual, and you were 1000% sure you've never taken as long to get ready as you did now. You wanted something simple, but something cute.

You decided on a pair of denim jeans, an olive-colored cropped tank top, and white Air Forces since you could never go wrong with those. You decided to add on a flannel since you knew it could get cold during games.

You styled your hair and did your makeup, as usual, only adding a bit more highlighter, and lining your lips with a brown pencil.

Jayson had texted you earlier to ask for your address and to let you know he was picking you up at six which is only a couple of minutes so you sat down on your couch scrolling through Instagram.

jayson

heyy, i'm out in the front

y/n

ight i'm coming down

read 5:58 pm

After replying, you grabbed your purse quickly, throwing your phone inside and making your way out. You didn't have trouble spotting his flashy car since compared to the rest in the parking lot, it was the only one that stood out, and because he was waiting in front of his door, and a 6'8 man is not hard to miss.

"Hi," you whispered as you got closer, he pulled you into a hug before Deuce made his way out of the car on his own.

"Hey Ms. Y/N," he greeted you, pulling you into a hug and away from his dad.

"Hey Deuce, you can call me Y/N by the way, it can be our thing yeah?" You asked and he nodded his head.

"You look beautiful," Jayson said, making you blush as you shook your head before placing Deuce back down on the ground.

"Thank you, you look good too," you smiled, tucking a little curl behind your ear.

"Preciate ya, alright let's go before we're late yeah?" He replied and Deuce opened his door while Jayson walked you to the passenger side, you thanked him as you sat down.

The drive there was quick, there wasn't much traffic until you got close to the area.

It had been so long since you went there that everything was different, especially since you had walked in from a different area.

"My mom is here already, so I'll introduce you guys before I leave," he said and you nodded your head, you were nervous, to say the least. It was his mom for God's sake.

"Yo Ma, this is Y/N, she's a friend, and Deuce's teacher," he looked at you with a smirk as you shyly waved your hand at his mom. She looked friendly but intimidating at the same time.

"Hi Y/N, come here don't be shy," she said before pulling you into a hug, "You're so beautiful,"

"Thank you, but please you are just gorgeous," you replied, your cheeks were red, and you were thankful you had applied a little blush before leaving.

"I gotta go but I'll talk to you after the game, bye lil man," Jayson said as he gave deuce a hug, "Bye Y/N,"

"My name's Brandy, I don't think he told you," she said, making you laugh.

"Yeah he didn't," you shook your head, you noticed Deuce started holding your hand, and your heart melted at the small gesture.

"Jayson's a crazy man, that's the only way to describe him," she laughed, shaking her head.

"You think so?"

"For sure, when did you guys meet?"

"Yesterday actually, I called him because some kids were bothering Deuce," you told her and she nodded her head.

"Damm my son wastes no time," she laughed, "I see why tho, you seem different than the rest,"

What she said had you thinking all night. Different. You knew you were different from the average girl your age, but you wanted to know what she meant regardless.

The game was fun, and you had a good time with Deuce, and talking to Jayson during halftime. When the game finished, Deuce dragged you to the court where Jayson was, all the cameras around you making you extremely nervous, and you just wanted to pick him up and run back to the floor seats.

He brought you to where Jayson was, letting your hand go and jumping on his dad, "Can Y/N come to more games please?" Jayson's eyes widened when the reporter in front of him heard it.

"Y/N, who's Y/N Jayson?" She asked and you mentally groaned, you shook your head as Jayson turned to look at you, 'it's okay' he mouthed.

"She's a friend. She came to help my mom watch Deuce," he calmly explained as he brought you closer to him.

"Would you say she's just a friend or is there some type of romance going on between you two?" She turned to look as Deuce jumped from Jayson's arms to yours.

"I would rather not say anything, for her privacy, now if you excuse us, we'd like to leave," he said, grabbing your hand and walking away.

"I'm so sorry about that," he could tell you felt uncomfortable and he genuinely felt bad.

"It's fine. I feel bad for you tho, asking mad personal questions and shit,"

"You get used to it. It's annoying sometimes but that's just how it is," he shrugged, and you nodded your head.

Your arms were getting tired from Deuce's tall self and you were sure he noticed because he stopped and took him from you.

"You tired lil man?" He asked, making Deuce nod his head before he laid it on his chest, "Wait for me here, I'll be right back," he said as he placed Deuce on a bean bag chair. It was a large room filled with different TVs and chairs all through it, it was like a game room of some sort.

"I'm just gonna change real quick," you nodded your head as he walked out.

"Did you have fun?" You were now in the car with Jayson and Deuce, but Deuce was literally knocked out in the back.

"I did actually, so thank you. I don't think I got a chance to say thanks," your voice was soft and quiet since you didn't want to wake Deuce up, Jayson looked at your lips, admiring the way the lights reflected on your lip gloss.

"You don't have to thank me Y/N," God, the way your name sounded coming out of his mouth was making you wanna act up, "I know it's late but you wanna go eat something?"

He wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. Everything just felt natural, and he was genuinely enjoying your company.

"If you want, but it's gonna be on me," you smiled and he shook his head.

"No, it's not, it was my idea,"

"If I'm not paying you can just drop me off at home," you crossed your arms with a smirk on your face.

"I don't like you," he rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah? You can just take me home then, Jayson," you smiled, shaking your head.

"Alright Y/N, stop playing for real,"

"Nigga I ain't playing, I don't want you to pay for myself. Ion like when people do that,"

"Fine. What do you feel like eating then?" He sighed with a smile on his face.

"I want cheese fries, there's this little place round here that sells them," you took your phone out, putting the address on the maps app.

"You want cheese fries at 10 pm?" He asked, following the directions on the screen.

"Yeah, they got ice cream too. The place is a lil ghetto but they got good food," you explained and he nodded his head.

You were right. The place was a lil ghetto, but it was one of your favorites.

"What do you want?" You asked him and he shrugged, for a small place they had a big menu.

"What are you getting?"

"Cheese fries, and chicken tenders,"

"Get me the same thing then,"

"You sure? They have steak and cheese grinders, you look like you like those," you said, making him laugh.

"I do but I probably won't eat it all, and I don't wanna waste your money," he said scratching his neck.

"Nigga please, order what you want," you rolled your eyes, before he could protest you went up to the little window and ordered, "Do you wanna get something for Deuce?"

"Nah, he don't eat around this time," he replied and you nodded your head.

When you went to pay Jayson placed a 50 on the counter before you grabbed it and pushed him away, "Ignore him and use this," you gave the cashier your card before turning to glare at him.

"Don't play with me Tatum, I'm not the one," you said trying to give him his money back but he wouldn't grab it.

"Nigga, I told you I was gonna pay," he shrugged laughing.

"No, you're not," you got closer to him, before shoving the money in his pocket.

"God, you're annoying," he took the fifty and placed it in the tip jar.

"I'm annoying?"

"Yes very," he nodded his head, you remembered Deuce was still in the car so you went to go look and check on him, you had left his window a little down so you could see him.

"How am I annoying Tatum?" You asked, sitting down on the bench.

"You just are, I will get back to you with the specific reasons though," you nodded your head as you watched him talk.

"Wow. That's interesting. I take you to my favorite spot and this is how you treat me," you shook your head, "Shaking my head Tatum, this is my Deuce is my favorite Tatum,"

"Oh, Deuce is your favorite?" He was now in front of you, looking directly at you.

"Yeah, he is," you looked up at him, you felt relatively small and overpowered.

"Really?" His was now on your chin, goosebumps formed on your skin from his touch.

"Umm," your mind was clouded, and the feeling of his lips against yours didn't help. It took your mind a few seconds to register what was happening.

"You're gonna be the death of me, did you know that?" Your hands were wrapped around his shoulder, while his were around your torso in between your flannel.

"Shut up, and kiss me, Tatum,"

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