#nash gold jr x reader

[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.”

[tetsunabouquet]

Just asking, do you write for nash gold jr? If you do could you do some nsfw headcanons or a scenario?

Also I hate how shallow they made jabberwock in the movies, I know they're meant to be like the typical antagonist but I personally don't think nash is as shallow as he seems

A/N: Here is a Nash Gold Jr X Reader one-shot considering the lack of Jabberwock content! Considering there wasn't any specification about the reader's gender or the scenario being an NSFW, I wrote it female coded and non-NSFW.

Nash Gold Jr's hands were aching. After the game they lost in Japan, they had left back for the US. Silver had been rageful the entire time, and didn't seem to calm down until he beat Nash Gold Jr. Nash Gold Jr fought him, knowing he needed to vent. This wasn't the first time Silver would beat someone up, nor, would it be his last. Unless Silver were to work on his anger issues, and Nash Gold Jr did not see Silver do such a thing in the near future. So Nash Gold Jr drifted alone on the streets, preparing what to say to his mother, who undoubtedly was extremely worried for his emotional state and had probably been baking like a madwoman. She had a tendency to keep baking cakes for him to the point where the entire kitchen was bursting with an abundance of cake whenever he was sad. It was a habit she had developped ever since his father's disappearance. His father was a proud soldier who had gone missing last year. He had been sent to the conflict in Afghanistan, and neither his mother or himself, even knew whether he was still alive or not. As he reached his house, he could see your bike parked in their tiny small garden. 'Great, I should have known y/n was here to pester us.' Nash Gold Jr sighed. It had been this way too, for a while. You were his long-time study buddy. You had saved his grades countless of times. You'd noticed his mother's unstable emotional state after his father had went missing and would often help her with things around the house Even now the two of you had graduated, you had remained a pesky presence, always making sure his mother was okay. He wanted to be grateful for you, but you snapping about the risks he always put himself in was frankly annoying. 'She really should stop offering me help all the god damn time. Doesn't she have her own life?' Nash Gold Jr sighed as he went up the steps, unlocking the door with ease. "Mother, Y/n, I am home." He lazily called out as a greeting. You entered the hallway, carrying balloons in your hand and a sour, disappointed expression on your face. "We wanted to surprise you!" You whined, and Nash Gold Jr slightly melted. His mother stood in the doorway of the living room and said, "We had planned a party for you. We thought it was important to celebrate your first competition abroad, even if the second one didn't went so well." Nash Gold Jr couldn't help but smile ever so slightly. Probably your idea, to turn his mother's baking obsession into a operation. He chuckled and ruffled your hair, and as you pouted he greeted his mother, glancing into the living room to see even more balloons, decorations and a plethora of cakes, but not as many as his mother would have baked otherwise. He held his mother tightly to himself, whether to reassure her, or himself, he had no idea. "I will admit, there's some foreign potential, alright." He omitted another small sigh, and felt your hand slapping him across the back. "Well, now you know what to expect and how to prepare, right?" You asked enthusiasitcally, and Nash's slip of smile broke way for a bigger one. You always did this, you were always there to pump hope into his veins. "I hope you haven't stuffed yourself full with too many cakes already, because you're totally helping me with those," Nash said instead of telling you how much he appreciated you, but he figured you knew anyways. You always seemed to know the question to every answer. "Of course I haven't, I figured you needed my assistance. I gave any cake your mother tried feeding me over the past days to my own family so I could spare my stomach." You declared, ever so knowingly. Sometimes, when Nash dared to allow himself to think about his growing feelings for you, he couldn't help but think; 'If I am the Magician, Y/n is my Oracle.' Perhaps someday he'd say them out loud, but not now. Now, he would eat cake with you and his mom and celebrate his first opportunity to basketball overseas. His mother started blasting one of his childhood favorite songs, and began dancing in the living room as you cheered her on and Nash did feel grateful for what he had indeed.

[babydaddyleorio]

hi love!!! how are you? i hope ur doing well :) I was wondering if you would mind writing something about nash from knb with a s/o that’s very maddy perez? i’m not sure if you’ve seen euphoria, if u haven’t then just lmk lol. but i hate the stereotype of y/n being out of touch, overly submissive and overall annoying, esp when the character they r written with tends to be more dominant. what do u think?? hugs & kisses !!❤️❤️

Never seen euphoria before, but I think I can gauge her character from what I know. Also, this would literally be Nash’s type lmao

Nash loves it when you bite back. Either when you’re on social media checking someone or in public loudly radiating bde with an rbf. You have no problem defending yourself or letting others know you’re not the one, or the two.

On top of that, he likes when you check him. You have a slick mouth and a sharp tongue, all of which Nash is fond of. He loves when you speak your mind, and each time you put him in his place, he finds himself staring at you with a dopey grin. 

“What are you doing?”  You ask Nash once you realize he’s not paying attention, to which he cornily responds with “falling in love all over again”.

You immediately roll your eyes and mush him away with your hand.

Loves your makeup and how bold it can be. Actually, your style was what pulled him in the first place. He did a double-take the minute you walked past him and he quickly ran after you to ask for your number.

You rejected him with a smile, of course. Which left Nash shocked, but also deepened his attraction to you even more. He was whipped from that second on— you just got it like that.

Also, your confidence is sexy as hell. The way you can easily make head turns with your demeanor alone is powerful. People literally break their necks to look at you, Nash being one of them.

You’re the pretty NBA wife type. Always sitting courtside with your shades on, the hottest outfit, and hands clapping as Nash makes a shot. The paparazzi love you, to put it simply. 

Nash pays for all your hair appointments, nail appointments, and many shopping endeavors. You didn’t get with Nash because he had money, though that did play a significant role in whether or not you were going to give him your attention, but the fact he could provide for you with no questions asked makes you smirk in triumph. You’re truly spoiled with Nash snugly wrapped around your finger.

Though you can thrive without them, you tend to always be surrounded by friends or people in general. Your extroverted nature makes Nash very happy to have you alongside him, and you both quickly become the life of the party when you go out together.

You and Nash will be the couple that can’t get enough of each other. Pda and your intimacy are off the charts. The downside is that both of you tend to get jealous a lot of each other and can become petty really quickly.

Believe it or not, you can open up to Nash. He becomes very understanding about your feelings and will stop you dead in your tracks if he senses something made you upset.

Sometimes you don’t want to talk about all the things bothering you and will snap if he keeps pushing for a confession, but the second he pulls you firmly against his chest and kisses the top of your head, you oddly feel safe with him.

[mcverse]

Tell me I’m not the only that think “Search and Rescue” by Drake sounds like a good fanfic Nash Gold?! Like just hearing the mami 😩 I see why the avatar fandom was gushing on Lo’ak saying mami 💃🏻💃🏻 just listen

Someone who listen to music while writing should definitely make sum for us 😗💛

[zyettemoon1800]

Master list

Pillarmen

All of them together (1)

All of them together(2)

All of them together(3)

All of them together (4)

All of the together (5)

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

Extras

Hobie Brown

Thomas Hewitt

Jabberwock

Muhammad Ali.Jr

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Akashi Seijūrō, Hanamiya Makoto, Nash Gold Jr, and Nijimura Shūzō with S/O Visiting Them and The Team Didn't Know About It.

This is the second part of the KnB Captains with S/O who are visiting them and The Team didn't know about it until they are coming to give them a visit. I hope you like it @pillow-anime-infos!

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Profanities and misogynistic/misandry slurs.

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Akashi Seijūrō

In my opinion, Rakuzan players and basketball players know that Akashi probably already have a girlfriend/boyfriend as Reo would get jealous of whoever it is since he has a crush on him.

Afterall, Akaashi is charming, charismatic, smart, good looking and gentleman so many people have a crush on him either they are female or male students.

The team are surprised that is you who are dating Akashi, especially Reo who would get jealous of you (but I believe he is respectful so he wouldn't try to steal him away from you and he doesn't want to treat you badly).

Mayuzumi might respect your space, not trying to come up to you and harass you with many questions because I believe he knows what it feels like and how uncomfortable it gets when you get surrounded or he just doesn't care about you.

He secretly feels a little bit scared and worried about you, he knows the 'Boku-shi' of Akashi aren't only intimidating and smart, Boku-shi Akashi can destroy whoever stands in his way and are very tyrannical.

But Hayama and Nebuya would not think twice before coming up to you and surrounding you before they introduced themselves and questioned your relationship with Akashi.

Unlike Moriyama, the two of them are just genuinely curious and want to be your friend. They want to know how Akashi treats you, especially Hayama.

Akashi might let you interact with them but he would be a little bit overprotective when you start feeling a little bit uncomfortable once Hayama and Nebuya getting too friendly and notices Reo's jealous glare at you.

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The regimen of Rakuzan's basketball training isn't only hard but also brutal but those are the reason why Rakuzan has won three winter cups, making the school one of the strongest kings. All of the Rakuzan basketball players in the gym were training hard for the upcoming next winter cup.

From far away, the captain of Rakuzan players could be seen as he was watching all of the team members playing styles, especially the uncrowned kings. Hayama Kotarō the small forward, Nebuya Eikichi the center, and Reo Mibuchi the shooting guard even though there is one more player with Kuroko's play style, Chihiro Mayuzumi.

After a long observation among the Rakuzan players, Akashi had an idea for the basketball training to increase all of the team member's skills so they wouldn't lose later in the tournament. Upon observing, his ears picking up sounds of footsteps getting closer and the door opening.

A tall man with black swept-back hair with a gray stripe on each side and wrinkle on the sides of his lips came up with some file papers in his arms before pulling out a whistle and blowing it out as all of the Rakuzan team members stops their practice and glancing up to pay attention to their coach.

"Everyone, I would like to have all of your attention. I have quick news for everyone to hear," Coach Shirogane spoke.

"What is it Sensei?" Akashi trudges to the old man slowly, wondering what kind of news.

"Since we are getting more players, we have more than just one manager other than Higuchi-san. The new manager has not come yet but she/he/they will come soon after their/her/his club activity. Akashi-san, I would also like you to show the new manager around" Coach Shirogane asked a favor.

"Very well, I would show the new manager around," Akashi takes the responsibility from coach Shirogane.

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Sooner or later, another doorstep and a knock on the door could be heard and the coach of Rakuzan gently pulls the door open before moving aside to let the person gets inside. All eyes were on you, including Akashi who are quite surprised by your sudden appearance. The coach didn't tell him that the new manager he was talking about is you.

A pair of (E/C) eye colors takes a glance at everybody inside the gym before your eyes meet with Akashi's heterochromatic eyes and put a little smile as a greeting but in a subtle way, so it wouldn't catch the other player's attention and starts questioning the two of you. You prefer not getting swarmed by the Rakuzan players.

The sound of a whistle can be heard before it catches everyone's attention and you can feel yourself slightly shrinking in fear because everyone's attention is on you.

"Attention everyone. This is your new manager, their/her/his name is (Y/N) (L/N). She/he/they are going to handle the upcoming trains along with Higuchi-san as well as preparing drinks for everyone and other necessities. (L/N)-san, I would like you to introduce yourself to everyone," Coach Shirogane explained.

"Hello everyone. my name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be the upcoming manager of this team. I am also the first year and I'm looking to spend my time with everyone in here, please take care of me," You bow down, showing respect to everyone and being polite.

"Everyone is dismissed."

One by one all of the Rakuzan players left you alone but they stopped as you came up to Akashi with a plastic bag in your hand and gave it to your boyfriend," I made a bento for you. Don't forget to eat when you have a break," you smiled.

"Thank you for making these, (Y/N)-chan/kun," Akashi gently pat the crown of your head, surprising everyone in the team.

A chorus of 'EEEHH?!' and 'WHAT?!?!' could be heard from Hayama and Nebuya's mouths along with Reo Mibuchi and Mayuzumi's widened eyes as the two of them stared at you and Akashi with surprise.

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Hanamiya Makoto

I am going to ask you. How to be brave and daring like you? seriously. Dating Hanamiya is one thing but getting inside of SPIDER ENCLOSURE?!?! You are asking for death.

Either you can handle everyone even those who are as bad as Hanamiya or you don't know what you just got into and are surprised as hell when you see the way how the team plays against the rival.

Even though his teammates are not as bad as Hanamiya but they still can be dangerous since almost all of them aren't afraid to injure their opponent so you have to be careful.

As you visit your boyfriend Hanamiya, most of the teammates don't really react but it was either because they don't really care that you just came to visit Hanamiya.

Expect Hara, the player who had a fringe that covered his whole eyes and often chewed bubblegum. Once his eyes laid on you, he was curious about your identity and your relationship with Hanamiya.

He doesn't speak too much but he would in fact act a little bit creepily but not in a perverted way. He would just come up to your face and inspect you from up to down before he teases you (either teasing about your hair, height, eye color, etc.)

Seto wouldn't come up to you and acting creepy like Hara did but when he opens his eyes (done with his slumber) and looks at you, he doesn't hesitate to look up at you up and down but unlike Hara, he's doing it in a perverted way.

As the rest of the team such as Yamazaki, Furushiro and Matsumoto wouldn't really care but they do get a little bit curious because they knew no one has the ability to handle Hanamiya's sadism and mean treatment.

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It was in the afternoon and almost all the students either went home or joined the club activity and you were preparing lots of boxes as well before inserting some foods. You didn't really want to be the manager of the basketball team but you remember clearly the words that 'he' said to you, more like a threat since he kind of an asshole and often annoys you on purpose just for shit and giggles.

Each lunch box contained Rice with Japchae on the sides but it was not only those two, there were braised beef short ribs, cut fruits, and a small bar of chocolate. It wasn't really fancy food but it was better than nothing as well as adding more chocolate for your boyfriend since he is a dark chocolate lover.

After trying the plastic bag with the drink, you look at the clock on the wall and your eyes widened before grabbing all of the tied plastic bags, backpack, and a note before rushing out from your house and going back to school by a bicycle since it's faster rather than walking by feet where it takes twenty minutes whereas cycling only needs ten minutes.

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You finally arrive in front of the building before parking out your bicycle and taking all of the plastic bags carefully from the basket without dropping all of them, 'You better not get pissed off and get all cranky or I will throw these lunches at your face' (Y/N) silently cursing at their/her/his boyfriend.

Since both of your hands were occupied by the plastic bags and the backpack, the door of the gym was slammed open by the force of your feet by kicking it open. The sound of the door slamming open catches the attention of all players in Kirisaki Daiichi, including your jerk boyfriend.

He has a pale ivory skintone, shoulder-length dead black hair that was parted with some locks, and greyish brown eyes and he is the captain of Kirisaki Daiichi. His eyes laid on you and his frown was replaced with a smile but it wasn't a genuine smile but rather his teasing and arrogant grin that he shows around his rival.

"Hey baby, why are you here~" he innocently asks, acting as if he didn't pull the yesterday stunt.

"DON'T HEY BABE ME, CATERPILLAR EYEBROWS! YOU LITERALLY FORCED ME TO BE THE BASKETBALL TEAM MANAGER AND TOLD ME TO MAKE BENTO FOR EVERYONE!" You shouted.

"I did? Oh, I didn't know that? What proof do you have that I forced you to be the team's manager?" He continues teasing you and acting coy.

Snarling at his stupid and annoying antics, you finally use the last enforcement to shut Hanamiya up "Continue teasing me and I will remove the chocolate bar in your lunch box. Also, I won't give you the drink that you forgot at your home and I will throw the towel away," you threatened the captain of Kirisaki Daiichi.

The threat not only made Hanamiya smirk replaced with an annoyed frown but also made everyone freeze in fear except the player who keeps popping the bubblegum and chewing it before he spits it out on a piece of paper and threw it to the nearest bin. "Fine, but you would regret it after threatening me. Now I need you to introduce yourself to everyone in here or else," he said.

"...The name's (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be your manager. I am also Hanamiya's girlfriend/boyfriend," Your eyes met with the rest players, not really scared of them even though they are notorious players for harming their rivals.

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Nash Gold Jr.

If Kirisaki Daiichi is a Spider enclosure, JABBERWOCKY IN FACT A WOLF DEN. I'M ASKING HOW ARE YOU NOT SCARED OF THE PLAYERS OF JABBERWOCKY.

Don't take them lightly, ever. Even though Nash Gold is your boyfriend and he could protect you from the other players, the team can be very brutal.

If you have read the Manga (or seen the Jabberwocky episode page) or seen the scene Nash kicked Kuroko, almost all of the Jabberwocky players are not afraid to harass women (sexually) and men (physically).

Even though Nash is an asshole, you need to be always around him when you are with the team and don't go alone (If you are a woman because in the manga Silver was forcing himself on the woman) or just stay away from them (if you are a male because they won't interact with you).

The team might be all curious when they saw you for the first time and they may act like all buddies to each other but I believe they don't enjoy is someone tries to get inside of their circle and befriend all of them so please stay away from them.

Let Nash introduce you and makes you get closer to the team because I believe all of his teammates only listen to him and no one else.

Silver might be trying to get close to you if you are a woman or good looking but believe me. He is only trying to get inside your pants and screw you so make some space.

The team might too but it's not as obvious as Silver because The team is scared of Nash more than Silver. Yes, Silver is scared of Nash but I believe Silver is Closer to Nash so there are lots of times Jason Silver did act like an Asshole to Nash Gold and Nash let him be since they both are close.

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A pair of (E/C) eye color staring back at you with a frown etched on their face instead of a beautiful smile. The person in the reflection of the mirror is wearing a nice golden sequin mini dress or a red leather zipper jacket with a white t-shirt underneath it and a pair of ripped jeans.

Even though the clothes that they wore were really nice, (Y/N) (L/N) wasn't happy at all. Instead, they/he/she was scared to meet his boyfriend's teammates. You watched their play with the team of Strsky in Japan and the way they teased the rival of the team wasn't only mean but it was just so disgusting and low.

"(Y/N)!! HURRY UP! ARE YOU DONE CHANGING?!" The golden blonde basketball player yells from outside of the house.

"COMING!!!" You called back, quickly taking the small handbag on the table and getting outside of the house before going inside his car and going to the club together. Nash wanted you to meet everyone on his team while you don't want to meet them all. Their play reminded you that all of them aren't really nice people to hang around with.

You know you're not suppose judging people from the cover and you have done bad things in your life but you never go as far as hurting other people out of arrogance and just for fun. You could be violent at times but it's just to defend yourself from some assholes that try to harm you and your friends.

The car arrives near the club and there is loud music from inside the building. There are sounds of people laughing from inside and chatting, 'Okay...this might be not really bad...I hope' you silently pray and open the car door before stepping outside of the car and slamming the door of the car close. Preparing your mentality by taking a deep breath and walking beside Nash.

Nash pushes the door away, letting you get inside first and this sweet yet small action from him makes you couldn't help but smile a little bit, "Thanks babe" you gently peck his cheeks.

"No problem babe. Now let's sit on the seat that I already booked," he gently places his hands around your waist before he drags you to the VIP lounge of the club on the rooftop. You were surprised that Nash can book a VIP seat since it's usually expensive.

Once you were dragged to the VIP lounge of the club, the glass door was pushed away and showed all of the Jabberwocky players and you recognize all of them. They were laughing with each other and it seems like they were just bunch of teenagers but you knew better that these guys can be dangerous.

The tallest player in Jabberwocky with piercings on his ears and lower lip, silver hair, and dark skin notices you standing next to Nash Gold and the corner of his lips tugged upwards in a condescending grin just like the way when he was making fun of Vorpal Sword team and your gut feeling telling you that he is going to make fun of you.

"YO NASH! WHO'S NEXT TO YOU? IS THAT YOUR WHORE/GIGOLO!?!?" Silver shouted, earning laughter from the team but it immediately stopped when they see the cold glare from Nash's eyes.

"Don't call my girlfriend/boyfriend by those disgusting names, Silver...remember what happened that night...." Even though Nash spoke it in a calm tone, you knew Nash is pissed off and he never bluffs when he makes a threat. When those words are spoken out, Silver immediately shut his mouth.

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Nijimura Shūzō

Nijimura is the Captain of Teiko School and Generation miracles too where they were still in the first years. Because of this, many people respect him a lot.

As Nijimura's S/O, you catch lots of eyes looking and staring at you with curiosity and awe. Girls are jealous of you and Guys jealous because their captain had someone dating him whereas they are still single.

Even though many team members respect you and Nijimura. There is one person who harasses you sometimes and stops when Nijimura is around since Nijimura can kick his ass.

If you guess it was Haizaki, you are one million percent correct about that one. If you are female or nonbinary but with feminine traits, Haizaki would nonstop touching you and flirt with you.

If you are he/him or nonbinary with masculine traits. He would force you to give him your lunch money and if you didn't give it to him, he would most likely beat you up.

Of course, Nijimura would protect you away from Haizaki and sometimes he even would ask GOM or his friends to look out for you and immediately tell him if Haizaki trying to approach you.

Everyone on the team except Haizaki is surprisingly friendly around you, especially Momoi who would be happy to be your friend and tries to drag you out to hang out with you along with Aomine too.

Don't forget Kuroko too. He might be shy the first time when he was interacting with you but he was really nice because I can see he would also love to hang out with you (and yes Nijimura would trust you more with Kuroko and Momoi).

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The school was hectic, especially club activity where lots of first strings of Basketball players are training for the upcoming basketball tournament. Everyone was sweating, including the captain of First Strings, he has short black hair with his bangs parted to the left and a pair of light grey eyes, Nijimura Shūzō.

"SCREEN YOUR OPPONENTS AND DON'T LET THE RIVAL GET AWAY!" He commanded the team members, teaching some players how to do the screening along with the Generation of Miracles as his hands takes one of the balls and passed it to the other players.

The team follows their captain instruction where the seniors are trying to do the screening their junior although they had a difficulty since the Generation of Miracles are far stronger than the others and it causes the other team getting tired easily, including Nijimura who also gotten tired from all of the practice that they held for along time ago.

Seeing this, Momoi had an idea before she rushes outside of the gym to search for a certain someone with (H/C) Hair color, (E/C) eye color, and (S/C) skin color to help her with taking care of all the basketball teams. The girl saw (Y/N) from far away and she runs up to her (Y/N)-chan/-kun!! I need your help with something!!" She said.

"Oh hey, Momoi-san. What do you need help with?" You ask the pink-haired basketball manager.

"It's the team member. Could you help me go to the cafeteria and bring all of the water bottles?"

"..Sure, I'll help you" You walked alongside the pink-haired manager.

As the two of you arrive inside the cafeteria, the old lady kindly gave all of the team drinking water before she carefully hands the plastic bags to you and Momoi "Don't push yourself too hard Momoi-san and (L/N)-san. Also, please leave a message for the coach and the captain that I say Hi." The old woman smiles kindly.

"We will! Thank you so much Mrs. Yuiga-san," Momoi bowed down to the elderly woman as well as you too.

The two of you quickly hurried together to the gym together with you running along on her sides as long as you carefully held the plastic without dropping any drinks inside of it. Arriving at the gym, Momoi pushes the door open and many eyes immediately catch a new figure that they have never seen before.

Nijimura saw you from far away and his frown was gone. Instead, it was replaced with a little smile and his hands waved at you, making the other team members look at him with confusion as if he knows the stranger.

You couldn't help and smile before you place the plastic away before you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him and feeling the warm sensation around your waist. Nijimura hugs you back affectionately and forgets that there are lots of people inside the gym," Hey babe, Me and Momoi brought everyone a drink. You're on your break, right? Everyone can take one bottle."

Heating the word 'Babe' escape from your mouth, everyone's eyes widened and some of the team members were looking at you and Nijimura with a gaze that clearly shows that they were surprised that their scary captain has a sweet nice S/O.

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[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

Could you please do some head canons for pro player! Nash X single mom! Reader (Nash is in his early 30s and reader is slightly younger and has s toddler)?

pro!nash has been used to having 100% of his s/o’s attention in previous relations - relationships where the girl drops everything when he calls - so dating a single mum is a bit of a culture shock to say the least

but he’s not a particularly jealous sort, especially not when the ‘opponent’ is a 2 year old, and he likes dating someone who has their own life and responsibilities and isn’t always clinging to him 

the only problem is that it’s hard finding time to meet up

he’s either practicing or travelling to matches, and you’ve not got much time spare between your work and your kid

during match season in particular, a lot of the relationship is just texts and late night facetimes, sending you flowers and chocolates, and getting you tickets to local matches so the two of you can spend some time together at last

he’s a big fan of surprise visits as well

mostly at your doorstep, but, one time, he decides he’s going to ramp up the surprise element x10, and picks your kid up from nursery

between your kid’s face lighting up when they see nash, and nash turning his charms on the nursery staff, it’s no wonder that they let him take the kid

but, naturally, you freak out when you arrive at the nursery and find out that a man who claimed to know you has already picked the child up

you don’t talk to nash for a day, and nash says he’ll pay for the best nursery around, because the current one’s security clearly sucks

in general, nash does a lot of paying for the kid

he may not like children much, but this one’s ‘his’ and it’s not like he’s got anything better to pay for

so nice clothes, top schools, daytrips: that’s nash’s card footing the bill

(sidenote: nash is 100% the kind of person to have experienced how damaging it is for children to attend highly competitive schools, and yet he’ll still pay for the kid to do the same)

and, of course, he can’t send the kid nice presents without buying you something nice to wear or read too

anyway, back to the child

nash may not be the kind of person who warms to children - he doesn’t find anything particularly interesting about their babble, and he doesn’t care about first steps - but he’s still good with them

and he’s particularly good with yours

naturally, the kid has a phase of wanting to be like his dad when he’s older, so poor nash patientially puts up with hours of teaching this kid how to play basketball

thanks to the belial eye, and societal restrictions on using streetball moves on literal 2 year olds, this basketball training is ridiculously boring for nash

but he still puts up with it :’)

in contrast, the kid worships the ground nash walks on and tells everyone his dad’s a magician because he can make the ball disappear when dribbling

it’s a trick that never fails to amuse the kid, even when he’s in the middle of a tantrum

yeah nash tries to be a good dad, especially during the off-season, to make up for the amount of time he spends away

anyway, final note

nash makes sure to keep the relationship very private

after all, he’s got a brand and “nash gold jr, the suave player who can be a right dick on the court” is not synonymous with “dating a single mum” 

it’s not that he’s ashamed of you

he just doesn’t want you or the kid getting harassed by the media, or being tainted by association

and he likes having your home as a safe space where he’s free from being nash gold jr, pro basketballer

where he can just be nash, lover and dad

[ravenna222]

I wanna be trapped between Nash and Akashi so badly 🙏

Also happy birthday to Nash aka "Mr. Goldilocks" (or just trash king)

[fierysafrina]

Superior | Nijimura Shuzo x f!reader x Nash Gold Jr. [E]

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.190 Genre: Smut Additional tags: Exhibitionisem | Voyeurism | Dirty talk | Pet names | Teasing | Public fingering | Public groping | Cursing | Train molestation Summary: Nijimura just might convince Nash why Japan is better than America. Notes: Honestly I had this idea for a while now 2 years to be precise. It’s been 2 years and I finally managed to complete it. I was … really needy for this one. It’s one of the many fantasies I had in my drafts and my mind and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

Being back in Japan is quite … interesting, if Nijimura could say so. He missed it, he can’t deny it, but at the same time it brings back memories that aren’t exactly pleasant to remember.

It’s late in the evening, which was quite good for Nijimura as the train isn’t that crowded. A face here and there, paying attention to nothing else but their devices. Nijimura stands close to the doors, staring down at his phone in hand before he looks at Nash, who’s standing beside, mumbling under his breath. The corners of his lips turn into a smirk, enjoying the way the blond feels conscious to be back one year later after his defeat.

He puts his phone back into his pocket and just as he’s about to speak a face catches his attention. You stand not too far away with a man behind. Narrowing his eyebrows, Nijimura scowls at how obvious the man is—if that flinching of yours isn’t proof enough.

Then again, it isn’t exactly his business either. He isn’t a bad guy per se, but he definitely doesn’t want to give Nash an idea for the next victim. He knows his teammate well enough. But then again …

“What’s wrong with you?” Nijimura says instead, eyes then boring into Nash, who’s glaring at him.

“Why are we taking a fucking train? We’d be faster with a cab.”

“Says who?” he snorts. “In Japan, you can travel faster by train. It ain’t my fault, LA lacks that.” he rolls with eyes, gaze soon falling back on you, the moment you glance his way. He sees the way your eyes widen before you turn back in front, cheeks heating up. You try to move away only for the man to lean down, whispering something in your ear.

“On a second thought,” Nijimura seems to change his mind, focusing back on Nash. “There are some things you can’t exactly do on a train in the US.”

Nash raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He seems intrigued. “And what’s that?”

Looking behind Nash, he smirks. “Hold on,” he says and walks towards the two. He places a hand on the man’s shoulder, smiling ever so sweetly, not missing the way you try to hide. “I’m sorry, but I think you’re making the miss quite uncomfortable.'' He speaks in Japanese.

The man begins sputtering nonsense, trying to come up with an excuse until he spots Nash approaching. He tsk-s, turns and walks away, murmuring under his breath. No one pays much attention to what just happened, aside from a few glares that are sent their way due to the loudness of their voices.

“What was that?” Nash asks once he stands beside Nijimura.

The latter doesn’t move his eyes from you as you continue to stare out the doors and into the night. “It was nothing.” He says and turns around.

“T-thank you…” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, but it stops Nijimura on tracks. Turning back your way, he takes in your appearance. You’re not from Japan, he notices before his eyes fall on your choice of clothes. A skirt—which was obviously a bad idea—and a top with a cardigan. You refuse to meet with his gaze and only then it dawns on him.

Narrowing his eyebrows, Nijimura takes a step closer to you, his chest against your back. Leaning down, his lips brush against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “You liked that.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t move. You refuse to move.

“Hm…” he hums, glancing at Nash, who looks at you both in confusion. You bite on your lower lip when you feel his hands on your waist. “You dressed like this for a reason, didn’t you?” he asks in a slightly louder voice for Nash to hear. His hands sneak towards your ass, squeezing it in the process. He groans, pushing himself closer to you. You can feel something poking at you from behind. “What a bad girl…”

Your voice gets caught in your throat and you gulp when you hear those two words. You bite on your lower lip as you look at Nijimura from beneath your bangs, your eyes just a bit wider in a doe-like look.

Nijimura groans, gripping your waist tighter when he sees your look. He can feel Nash move to stand beside him and no sooner does the latter’s face appear closer to you. His eyes watch you like a hunter waiting to pounce on his prey and it’s quite obvious whose role is whose.

“What’s this?” Nash hums and glances at Nijimura.

Your chest is heaving, knowing too well who they are. Only a fool wouldn’t know the most notorious members of Jabberwock are Nash Gold Jr. and Nijimura Shuzo. Only a fool wouldn’t know that just because Nijimura can keep Nash in check, when they’re completely alone, they’re the worst you can get.

“This,” Nijimura begins, not moving your eyes away from you; “is why Japan just might be better than America.”

Before Nash could oppose his words, you part your lips the moment Nijimura’s hand slips beneath your skirt. Nash narrows his eyebrows, eyes trailing down only to see your skirt raised a bit and Nijimura’s hand moving.

“Fuck, she’s wet.” Nijimura groans. “If I put my cock inside right now, I bet it’d swallow me right in.”

You feel your cheeks burn at his words, eyes looking around, hoping no one can hear you. Like luck is on your side, everyone pays attention to their own devices, no one even bothering to look your way.

Nijimura pushes your panties to the side, lubing his forefinger with your wetness. “Will you be a good girl and keep quiet for us?” he asks quietly, watching you as you turn to look at him.

Gulping you reach over to hold his hand. Nijimura raises an eyebrow, but he lets you pull away and release it before you turn to face them both. Your top is more of a lower-cut, which makes it perfect for them to see the top of your breasts and the colour of your bra.

Nash lickes his upper lip, a grin forming on his lips while Nijimura lets his hand be led beneath your skirt once again. Neither of them says a word, but Nijimura continues where he left off, only to slip a finger inside of your heat. You part your lips, a silent gasp leaving your lips when you look at Nash—moreover at his lips.

And he can’t deny you what you want, even if you don’t say a word. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. You immediately part them to let him in, which Nash doesn’t hesitate. Nijimura starts to pump his finger, occasionally rubbing only before he adds another.

“Oh shit…” you gasp when Nash pulls away, the heat going to every corner of your body.

“Would you look at that?” Nash muses, his hand slipping beneath your top, brushing against your body as it begins to trail upper, closer to your bra. “Our baby girl has a bad choice of words. We should punish her, hm?”

“We should.” Nijimura agrees.

“Mm,” you shake with your head.

“No?” Nijimura repeats, eyes focusing on you as well as Nash’s. “Why not? You have such a foul mouth for such a pretty mouth of yours.”

You shake your head once again. “I-I’ll be good.” You stutter and look at Nash. “P-please …” you whisper.

“Please what?” Nash raises an eyebrow, standing so close it’s almost suffocating. Their scents are suffocating, yet you still want more of them.

“Touch me…” Your whole body feels hot like in the middle of summer.

“Where?” he leans down, inhaling your scent that reminds him of lavender and lily flowers. “Are you not satisfied with Shuzo alone? You need another hand to give you aid?”

“Why don’t you lead him like you led me, huh?” Nijimura says as he thrusts his fingers in and out, building you up to orgasm. “You’re dripping so much. I can tell you want more, so why don’t you be our good girl for today?”

Your eyes are focusing on Nijimura before you turn to Nash, feeling like you’re the only ones on the train. A part of you feels glad it’s already so late, so there aren’t too many people around, yet the other part only feels much more excited with the knowledge that you might be caught.

Feeling a little bolder, you reach for Nash’s hand. He raises an eyebrow, feeling your shakiness all while your eyes show nothing but lust and need for more. He watches you lead his hand towards your breasts. A groan escapes him and Nijimura chuckles beside him as he squeezes, a moan leaving your lips.

“What do you think?” Nijimura looks at Nash as he slows his movement. “Don’t you think Japan might be better?”

“As much as I hate to admit it, it just might be.” Nash groans before he leans down and presses his lips against yours once again.

You unconsciously move your hips to tell Nijimura to fasten up, but the only response you receive is a chuckle. You’re ready to ask him, beg him instead, but Nash has no intention of letting you off so soon. Instead of pulling away, he deepens the kiss as his hand pulls down the top, showing your bra for anyone to see if it weren’t for their heights that completely hide you from the curious gazes.

“Keep doing that.” Nijimura says as he slowly begins to fasten his pace. “She’s squeezing my fingers in like it’s the last thing in the world she’ll get.”

You’re panting into the kiss, moving your hips to Nijimura’s thrusts before you feel his lips on your collarbone. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel warm breath over your nipple while Nash is focusing on your other side. You hold onto their arms for support, feeling your knees slowly turning weak.

“Are you close?” Nijimura asks and you nod.

“C-close…” you whisper as you pull away from the kiss. “So-so close. P-please, I-I wanna cum…” you stutter, looking at him.

“Since you’re asking so nicely, we can make your wish come true, right?” Nijimura glances at Nash, but not before he raises one of your legs, which only makes his fingers go deeper inside.

Instead of saying anything, the only thing Nash does is pinch your nipple between his fingers, which makes you come undone. Nijimura continues his ministrations, like nothing is going on, but both of their focus is on you as you bite on your lip hard to prevent yourself from being too loud. You shudder as you feel the wetness between your thighs that Nijimura tries to wipe it with his hand so it doesn’t pool at your feet.

“Fuck,” Nash curses as he leans in to kiss your moans away that manage to slip through your lips. “That was hot.” He says against your mouth.

Your eyes are half open, a love-struck and distant gaze in your eyes that makes Nash groan.

Nijimura pulls his fingers out of your heat, licking them clean without moving his eyes from you when you look at him. Your chest is heaving as you’re slowly coming down from your high, which brings along the realisation of what just happened.

Your eyes widen and expression turns horrified when you look from one to another while trying to cover yourself with the cardigan. Nash is smirking down at you with Nijimura looking like he didn’t just fuck you on his fingers alone.

“I-I—” you stutter, but have no idea what to say.

“I love it when they go shy.” Nash comments and holds for the front of his jeans. “Always makes me go even harder.”

Your eyes unconsciously follow his movement before your mouth opens at the obvious tent in his pants. You’ve only ever heard of rumours, but having Nash right in front of you, those rumours just might be true. You lick your upper lip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by either.

“We should bring this one with us.”

Your head snaps to Nijimura, whose eyes are boring into you, like he could see into your soul. Despite feeling terrified, you also feel excitement rushing through your veins as another wave of arousal begins to build in the pit of your stomach.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Nash asks, brushing his finger down your cheek before he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces you to look at him. “You’re gonna be our good girl and let us take you home, won’t you?”

Mesmerised by his eyes that are filled with nothing but lust and need, you nod your head.

The corners of Nash’s lips turn up in a smirk, glancing at Nijimura. “If she’ll do her job well, we just might keep her to ourselves.”

You follow his gaze, seeing Nijimura’s eyes on you both, when he catches your gaze. He leans closer, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he says; “There’s no point back anymore.”

[sangorous]

BACK 2 YOU.

word count: 1.3k

genre/warnings: angst/ toxic relationship, manipulation?

nash gold jr. x black!fem!reader x junpei hyuuga

show: kuroko's basketball

Stupid is what your friends were calling you, but it wasn't just your friends calling you stupid. It was your family as well. There wasn't a day where everyone around you wouldn't shake their head or become frustrated just listening to you talk about him.

Why talk about someone who didn't even love you anymore? What benefits did you gain going back to him whenever he wanted a quick fuck out of you? So everyone calling you stupid had their reasons, and maybe you were starting to see how they were correct on that.

"If imma be honest, I'm tired of hearin' about you and Nash. Boss your life up the fuck?" [sisters name] rolled her eyes at you while you sighed.

"Nash this and Nash that. Girl fuck him, and I don't mean literally each time I say it. Stop lettin' that motherfucker walk all over you," and unfortunately, she was right.

"He doesn't walk-," she stopped you midway through your lie.

"Aht! Aht! Don't even finish that sentence because yes the fuck he does, and your dumbass is goin' to continue to fold for him each fuckin' time. Seriously [nickname] you're such a smart girl. Yet, whenever he's in the picture you become comatose. Nobody wants to give you advice anymore because it goes in one ear and out the other as soon as that blonde idiot texts you. You guys aren't even a couple anymore, what couple is on and off every week and it's been like that for a year. He cheated on you and you had the audacity to take him back because he begged on his hands and knees? Bitch you're better than me, you need to leave his ass alone," it was evident that her eyes carried irritation, anger, sadness, and regret when she stared at you.

It didn't make sense to your sister how you were such a happy person, and how one person flipped your world upside down. They hate seeing you in pain, but they're tired of telling you the same thing over and over again. When will you learn your lesson? When will you go back to the girl that loved herself more than a guy who could care less about you? Will it be when he smashes your heart into ashes?

'Stop by my place...' speaking of the devil, that was his message that you were currently reading. Which wasn't helpful to your case at all, but that wasn't important. What was important was were you going to stop by his place or were you going to ignore him? And it may not seem like a hard decision to others, but for you it was.

You did not want to meet up with him, but it is so easy to give into temptation. Maybe something would change his mind, maybe he'd take things seriously, maybe you two would become serious, or maybe he'll break things off officially with you. So many maybes, and you still couldn't make your mind up.

"What do you want Nash?"

"Whoa... Not even a hello?" a chuckle left his lips while he stared at you.

"No, you can't get a hello. It's twelve in the mornin' and my dumbass wounded up here at your place... Now what the fuck do you want?" you folded your arms together, looking down at your feet.

"I can't ask you to come over? What's wrong with wanting to chill with you?" there he goes.

It was either him missing you, wanting to hang out, he needed help with something, or something slick that would easily suck you in to seeing him. Which would lead to you two fucking for hours, but this time would be different. This time you were determined to stand your ground against Nash.

"No Nash, you want somethin' from me. I'm not gonna stand here and act stupid anymore. You know damn well whatever is gonna come out your mouth next, is gonna lead us to your bed," you sighed, looking at him.

"[your name]..." he trailed off, stepping in front of you.

"I really do miss you, I miss us. We haven't been together for two months now, and it's been driving me crazy," another one of his bullshit lies to sucker you in again.

"Bullshit. Everythin' that came out your mouth is a bunch of bullshit and you know it..." your voice was low.

"You just wanna fuck me, and then you'll act sweet for a lil bit. Then we're gonna start arguin' and you're gonna tell me how we were never gonna get together anyways. You.Know.That.Shit," you could feel your eyes watering as you stared at the male.

Of course he was silent, because he knew every word was true. It was time to free yourself from his manipulation, and start loving yourself again. No more falling into his traps, no more crying yourself to sleep, no more believing empty promises, and no more letting yourself being used by someone who didn't deserve you in the first place.

Walking away from him as he stood there in silence hurt. Everyone tried to warn you about him, but you didn't listen. You were naive and stubborn and went back to him anytime he needed you. It didn't surprise you that he wasn't begging for you for another chance, the damage was already done. He already broke you, so there was no need for him to beg for you back.

"You look so good!" your best friend shouted, engulfing you into a hug.

You couldn't lie, you definitely didn't want to be here right now. But you'd feel wrong if you left your best friend in the middle of the club by herself, with nobody she knew. Then again, it was your fault for moving with her for a year to get some 'fresh air'. After your Nash fiasco, you wanted to start living your life again. Yet, she regretted it instantly.

Yeah, you looked and felt great. Anybody could feel and look great, but it was how you felt inside. Deep inside, you were still in the process of hurting. How could you move on the way he easily moved on in life? Better yet, how was he able to do it?

"Listen... I know you're not over him yet, but you gotta find a way to let him go. You told him your goodbyes two months ago now, it's a new era for you," she gave you a sympathetic smile.

Maybe for tonight, you'll cast those worries away. It was time for you to turn up and get a bit drunk since you were the legal age to drink.

Grabbing your hand, she took you over to the bar. There, you two had a few drinks before going to the dance floor. This is what it felt like when you weren't worried about deadbeat men? No, the correct term was boys. If this is what it felt like, then you were perfectly fine not worrying about him anymore.

As you were dancing tipsily, you could hear someone chuckling. It wasn’t [best friend name], so who was it?

"Wait, where's [best friend name]?" you looked at the male.

"Is she the tipsy one over there sitting next to my friend with heart eyes?" he pointed over to her, and he was completely correct.

She couldn't go a night without falling in love with a complete stranger? Honestly some things never phased you.

"Hyuga," he stuck his hand out.

"[your name]," you shook it, looking at him.

He was a cute guy. He seemed two inches taller than you, short brown hair and wore glasses. Looked like he didn't wanna be there, but was probably forced. But you weren't looking for a relationship now, you just wanted to have fun. So, you were gonna have to put Hyuga on pause until you were ready.

You grabbed a napkin from a random table and your brown lip liner, and began to write your number down.

"It seems to me that my best friend is makin' your friend a bit shy, so imma take her away from him now. Hope to see ya' soon, Hyuga," you gave him a slight smile.

So much for trying to focus on yourself.

[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.”

[tetsunabouquet]

Headcanons on how gom + kagami + hanamiya + Nash give oral?

akashi

Mister perfect is of course, also excellent at oral. He's perfectly calculated whilst doing so however, often ending up edging you to tease you.

midorima

Considering my established headcanon that Midorima is a god at fingering, I think he'd do oral as a form of over-stimulation, when he knows you're approaching your climax.

murasakibara

Pussy addict. He loves eating you out, and is willing to do so any time a day. He's sloppy but thorough, and very eager to get you to climax because that's when he'll get the most of your juice.

aomine Not his forté, but with a bit of patience and experience, he's good alright. He loooooves to draw it out.

kise

He's pretty enthusiastic when it comes to pleasing you, and loves it when you praise him and run your fingers through his hair, pushing him closer. He's not one to go slow, and loves hearing you squeal his name.

kagami

He's not the best, but most definitely amongst the moest eager to please. Those eyes always focused on giving you pleasure, drive your heart into ecstasy. He's slow, because he knows it's not his greatest skill, but that has a tendency of being wonderful when you're riding out your climax on his tongue.

hanamiya

He's most definitely skilled at making you squirm, and skilled at being an asshole. He's downright torture, going fast when you're overstimulated and unbearingly slow when you're very horny, needy and approaching your climax. He'll get off on your tears, for sure.

nash

He makes sure you're comfortable and starts out slow. He grows in intensity and aggression alongside your climax, and he always knows exactly when you will. He'll always stop just the moment before, to tease you. He will not continue and have you cum until you beg for him. He low-key has a thing for dirty talking during oral, you see?

[rubimoon45]

PRÁCTICAS -Nash Gold Jr x Reader

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CAPÍTULO III: La sudadera

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PRÓLOGO, CAP I, CAP II

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-Tu puta sudadera.

-Qué humos -le respondió-. ¿Estabas durmiendo la siesta y te he molestado?

Brina se guardó las manos en la sudadera y entrecerró los ojos.

-Iba a echarme en la cama en un poco y luego hacer los deberes -mintió. Tampoco tenía que decirle que realmente que iba a hacer en esos momentos-. O puede que tuviera otro plan.

-¿Y ese tocho?

Se miró las manos y luego al grueso libro de mecina que llevaba bajo el brazo. Anatomía Humana II resultaba ser una asignatura donde el cuerpo humano no era unicamente aprenderse la teoría y ya estaba, sino aprenderse los dibujos y llevarlos a la práctica. Y a más realistas, mejor.

-Cosas de clase.

-Anatomía humana para estudiantes de Ciencias de la Salud  -leyó en voz alta, girando la cabeza para poder leer el título entero. Sabrina se lo facilitó poniendo el libro sobre la mesa en la que estaban comiendo-. ¿Estudias enfemería?

-Medicina, en realidad. 

-Yo danza.

-Qué guay.

-¿Verdad?

Entonces, reparó en que había otro persona sentada en la mesa. De haberlo visto con anterioridad, lo habría saludo y se habría presentado como sus padres le enseñaron desde pequeña a hacer. Pero él también tenía algo como para pasar desapercibido. Sentando en la silla frente a Chantal, recostaba su espalda contra la pared y cruzaba los brazos. Iba en manga corta, así que distinguió cada flexión a la perfección en sus músculos. Y un extraño tatuaje que subía por el interior de la muñeca.

Sabrina lo miró mientras se sentaba frente a Chantal y recogía la sudadera, aparentemente suya, y la dejó a un lado de sus cosas. Una mochila negra estaba a su lado, sobre la mesa, del mismo material que la suya de los entrenamientos. Chantal, aún con una sonrisa en los labios, le hizo un gesto con la cabeza: 

-Es mi hermano.

-Hey.

Sabrina le asintió como respuesta, pero volvió a mirar a su compañera de habitación. Si ya de por sí la situación era extraña, de ella tratándola como una amiga de toda la vida, haberla hecho llamar cuando estaba con su hermano era demasiado... no peculiar, pero sí incómodo.

-Ella es Bree -la presentó, por si acaso-. Es mi nueva compañera de habitación. 

¿Bree? La última vez que la llamaron así fue en la secundaria y no había acabado bien. Al parecer, un alumno de intercambio de origen escocés prefirió soltar sus conocimientos sobre su lengua nativa en medio de clase y decir que esa abreviación donde vivía tenía otra interpretación: «incordio» o «molestia». Sabrina, como siempre, prefirió pasar de él porque ni le conocía ni iba a tener el tiempo para hacerlo entre los horarios de clase y de entrenamientos en la pista de patinaje. Pero no todos lo dejaron pasar. Lo siguiente que supo de él, fue que se lo habían llevado a enfermería con un labio roto y un ojo morado.

-Lo siento -respondió él. Su voz era grave, pero agrabable de alguna forma. Llevaba una cinta blanca en la cabeza afeitada y su expresión era neutral.

-Qué va, si es maja.

-Gracias -respondió Sabrina, sin saber muy bien qué esperarse. Tampoco esperaba ser la compañera agradable para todos los públicos, pero mucho menos aún la capulla insoportable que hace de todo mientras sus padres no están.

Una sonrisa burlona apareció en la cara del hermano cuando ella acabó de hablar.

-Lo decía por ti.

A Sabrina casi se le escapó una carcajada. Chantal hizo un puchero.

-Por esto no suelo hablarte de nada -la miró a ella-. Y luego se queja diciendo que nuestro padre es muy pesado y que insiste en que hablemos. ¿De qué? Si lo juzgas todo.

Sabrina tomó aire.

-No importa, de todas formas iba a... -y se calló de golpe.

Lo que iba a decir se le olvidó por completo cuando una acción, y una persona en concetro, llamaron su atención. Al otro lado del bar. Jamás había entrado ahí, solo en unos pocos y más alejados de la universidad porque al final su casa no estaba por la zona, pero jamás habría imaginado que su 

-¿Lo conoces? Lleva haciendo ruido con sus amigos un rato -empezó diciendo Chantal, con su voz baja y adorable imitándola-. Allen casi le parte la cara, pero lo he detenido. No todos tenemos un carácter de mierda.

El chico, Allen, levantó la cabeza y bufó como respuesta. Pero no intentó corregirla. Nadie iba a dudar que no fuera hermanos cuando prácticamente compartían las mismas reacciones.

-No, tendrías que haberle dejado que lo hiciera -dijo en respuesta, lo que sacó una mirada asombrada de Chantal-. Claro, que no me habría gustado conocerlo de primeras así, pero... -sacudió la cabeza y alejó ese curioso, pero agradable en partes iguales, pensamiento-. Los conozco. A todos.

-¿Un ex?

Sabrina miró al hermano de Chantal. Si hubiese salido con alguno de ellos, ahora mismo estaría perdida y no en una de las mejores universidades de toda California, por no decir del mundo entero. Pero, por otra parte, no iba tan alejado de la verdad. Los ojos negros de Allen le devolvieron una mirada curiosa mientras le daba un sorbo a su bebida. En frente, Chantal hacía lo mismo pero mirando al móvil. Estaba mirando unos mensajes, como pudo ver de refilón. 

-Amigos de la infancia.

-Uno ha intentado algo con mi hermana, podría partirles la cara.

Se encogió de hombros.

-¿Bien por ti? No apoyo la violencia, pero vale.

Sabrina suspiró. 

El tal Allen no estaba planteando una mala idea. Partirle la cara a uno, tal vez a dos de ellos, no habría sido del todo una locura en el momento más loco de Sabrina. Los amigos de su hermano no eran ángeles caídos del cielo, exactamente. Lo supo cuando uno de ellos quiso besarla en una fiesta a la que fueron toda la clase, y por ende ella y su mellizo, y Sabrina lo rechazó de la forma más educada posible porque sabía que estaba borracho. Luego, había ido diciendo por ahí que se habían besado. En fin, el teorema de los hombres siempre la sorprendería. Por suerte, entre ellos no estaba ese chico y eran el grupo "más tranquilo"; dentro de esa clasificación estaban los dos tontos que tenían por vecinos, que escuchaban música a todo volumen y no la dejaban estudiar, y el chico que una vez se había sentando a su lado en química. Coraline y ella los llamaban así porque, de entre todos los amigos que se había buscado su hermano, eran los más decentes y razonables. 

 El resto podían contarse con los dedos de las manos sus neuronas al intentar hablar con una chica. Coraline una vez los había llamado monos de feria por lo exhibicionistas que eran. No sabía en qué momento exacto había empezado a moverse, pero lo estaba haciendo. El dolor de su pierna se iba a quedar pequeño con el golpe que le iba a pegar el hermano mayor de ambos si se enterase; o si decidía ponerse firme por primera vez.

Sabrina agarró el brazo del zopenco de su hermano en un movimiento rápido y lo levantó a la primera, cosa que sorprendió tanto a Eric como al resto de sus amigos. Pero ninguno intervino. Y casi que mejor. La conocía desde pequeña, y ella a ellos, y sabía dónde golpearles a cada uno de ellos con lo que había aprendido en sus clases de defensa personal como para inmobilizarlos. 

-Nos vamos.

-Hola, Bree -saludó uno de los chicos, sonriendo con una falsa inocencia reconocible detrás de esos hoyuelos y bronceado surfero.

-Nos vamos -repitió.

Eric caminó a sus espaldas aún sujetado por su hermana pequeña. Varias personas del establecimiento levantaron la mirada de sus platos sorprendidos por los acontecimientos, pero si alguno planeó intervenir en lo que estaba haciendo con su hermano, que era totalmente lo contrario a lo que pensaban, poco le importaba. De hecho, más valía que mañana le agradeciera aquello y no volver a obligarla a hacerlo o de verdad tomaría cartas en el asunto. 

Y no eran la mitad de amables de lo que ya estaba haciendo.

-Me lo estaba pasando mejor cuando no estabas.

Y tenía razón, lo estaba haciendo. 

-No me digas. ¿Estabais a punto de ganar un partido? Ah, no, que no habéis ido a ninguno.

Los ojos de Eric se abrieron.

-¿Y tú cómo...?

Pero también dejándose en ridículo a sí mismo como a esos chicos malos de instituto que en realidad eran todo lo contrario cuando llegaban a casa y veían películas con su hermana pequeña lesionada en el sofá. Sabrina se lo habría dicho en otro momento, pero su hermano quería ser la persona que siempre había visto pero no pudo ser por su problema. Juntarse con esos chicos, sobre todo los peores, según su clasificación, era la peor decisión que había tomado.

-Siéntate.

-Que te sientes he dicho.

Eric tenía que conocerla muy bien para ver esa ira silenciosa que seguramente iluminaba sus ojos, así que decidió tomar la vía buena. La sonrisa desapareció y acabó sentándose tan pronto como la mirada de ella se conectó con la suya. Incluso la sonrisa amable de Chantal desapareció cuando ella la miró, y se puso igual de rígida que la columna que tenía al lado. Juró que la piel le había palidecido.

-¿Puedes vigilarlo un momento? Tengo que llamar a mi madre.

-No hace falta que llames a mamá para...

Otra mirada mortal, y consiguió que Eric bajase la cabeza para no enfrentrarse al ogro en el que se estaba convirtiendo. Chantal asintió, y varios rizos le bailaron en la cara. El rostro angelical le brillaba cuando pasó el brazo sobre los hombros de su hermano, que levantó la cabeza para mirarla, y le dijo:

-Yo me ocupo de él, no te preocupes.

-Sabrina -habló su hermano, serio y con los ojos oscuros-, ni se te ocurra llamarla. 

Dejó de teclear para mirarlo. Iba enserio. 

Las pocas veces que Eric se había enfadado en su vida, había utilizado el mismo tono roto y mirada asesinada que ella usaba en momentos como aquellos. La última vez fue en el instituto, en el baile de graduación, y porque su acompañante se había besado con uno de los chicos que más rabia le tenían en el club de baloncesto desde que lo que habían ascendido. O algo así había dicho cuando lo llevaron a casa y le prohibieron salir durante un mes. La verdad es que, para ser mellizos, eran la mar de diferentes el uno del otro como para haber compartido espacio nueve meses de gestación y vida. 

Mientras que Sabrina era calmada y se tomaba la vida como una realidad, Eric siempre iba despistado y se distraía con facilidad. Cuando eran pequeños, Eric le robaba los juguetes y la hacía de rabiar hasta que aparecía uno de sus hermanos o sus padres para calmar la situación. Lo cierto era que para las pocas veces que discutían, eran unos tornados cuando lo hacían, como si las fuerzas de la naturaleza se enfrentasen entre ellas. En un momento, llegaron a pensar que tenía dislexia o un trastorno de déficit de atención o algo, y cuando le hicieron las pruebas se sorprendieron de ser más bueno en ciertas capacidades intelectuales que en otras... 

Y, cómo no, déficit de atención. La psicóloga infantil dijo que el cerebro de Eric iba más rápido que los demás porque necesitaba unas constante atención que no se le daba, pero que el de Sabrina (a quien también habían hecho unas pruebas, pero más cercanas a problemas sociales) iba a velocidades normales y simplemente era muy tímida algunas veces.

-Solo voy a decirle que venga a buscarte.

-Por favor, Rina...

Pero dejó de escucharle en el poco tiempo que tardó en marcar y en que el teléfono empezase a dar señal. Agarró el codo de su hermano de nuevo y lo levantó. Chantal lo miró con sorpresa, pero no añadió nada cuando vio la expresión sombría de Brina y cómo esta se esforzaba por contenerse.

-Vete a casa, Eric. O llamaré a mamá.

La expresión de su hermano, idéntica a la suya, pero con rasgos diferentes a los de ella en varias expresiones, pareció relajarse. Tomó la mano de ella y se la estrechó.

-Gracias, Bree. 

-Lo que tú digas -comentó, y miró a Chantal solo para no mirar al imbécil que tenía al lado. El hermano de Chantal se entretenía juzgándolo con la mirada-. Cuando se le acabe el efecto de lo que se haya tomado dile que me llame. Tengo que hacer unas cosas.

-Vale.

Sabrina se relajó.

-Gracias.

Aunque le daba pena que en ese momento tuviera que ocuparse de él. Fuera lo que fuese que su hermano se hubiera tomado, tendría que acabar su efecto en un rato. El suficiente tiempo como para que ella hiciera lo que tenía que hacer esa tarde y pudiera darse cuenta de que, pese a haberlo dicho en voz alta, lo ocurrido iba a llegar a su madre de una forma u otra. Sabrina cogió lo poco que traía y se despidió de los tres con efusividad.

Mientras iba hacia la salida, intentó buscar una escusa decente al por qué su hermano estaba en el sitio cuando no había sido aceptado en la universidad. A las instituciones no les interesa tener estudiantes con problemas como esos porque entonces su credibilidad estaría por debajo del resto. Aunque su hermano hubiera optado por la carrera más sencilla en la universidad menos concurrida pero decente, no lo habrían aceptado por sus notas y complicaciones en el estudio. 

Cuando a Sabrina le llegó la única carta de admisión a la universidad que había solicitado y vio las tres a las que su hermano optó por ir, pero que le negaban la admisión por "falta de interés", su madre supo que a partir de ahí la cosas serían diferentes para los dos una vez más. En teoría, tener mellizos solía traer buena suerte porque si los dos iban a la universidad, los dos se irían de casa como se esperaba, pero mientras que uno se marchase y el otro se quedara, el plan no tendría sentido. El padre de ambos intentó convencerlo de tomar otro camino, pero Eric... Eric ya no era el mismo en ese momento.

Sabrina estaba conectando los cascos que llevaba alrededor del cuello al móvil de nuevo cuando la sorprendió ver en la pantalla un mensaje de su hermano y Ander por separado de hacía minutos. Su contenido no hizo otra cosa más que sorprenderla.

ANDER: ¿NASH GOLD JR ES AMIGO DE TU COMPAÑERA DE PISO?

ERIC: ¿Ahora se te llevas con el grupito de los guays? Interesante.

No supo darle una interpretación exacta a lo que se refería su hermano, pero sí al contenido del de Ander. ¿Nash era ese Nash? Imposible, por una parte, pero toda la información que conocía de él... Tenía cierto sentido, si se razonaba bien. El año pasado, Coraline había llegado de una fiesta en la playa diciendo que sus amigas la habían abandonado por irse con un chico de primera y con un cuerpo de escándalo. Lo siguiente que supieron de ella es que empezó a salir con él, y que a la semana lo dejaron por un problema de comunicación o parecido. 

Lo que sí dejó claro a todo su grupo de amigas fueron dos cosas:

Lo primero, es que no era un hombre de compromisos. No sabía lo que era la fidelidad ni aunque se lo enseñasen porque, al parecer, le había puesto los cuernos en toda esa semana, lo que ya era un mérito por toda es estamina. Y la segunda, es que jugaba como un mago en la cancha y tenía probabilidades de ser una futura estrella del baloncesto.

Entonces, en algo sí que le había dicho la verdad.

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[dejwrites]

thinking about nash gold jr who's ignorant attitude still manages to woo many women out of their panties. the one whose remarks could cause a man to throw the basketball down and put us his hands to fight nash during a heated game of street basketball. he's very mean and doesn't give a single fuck about whose feelings he hurt. except for his favorite girl. the pretty girl who always was seen bringing her younger brother to the basketball court for practice on some days. obviously, when nash sees her, he's as distracted as can be. jason's large hands slapped the back of nash's head for causing a ball to slip out his hands so easily. but nash didn't think jason understood the beauty of the girl who would be sitting in the grass on a blush pink blanket, yelling for her brother to come to take a sip of water real quick.

nash wasn't really the type to chase after a woman, especially considering that they usually gravitated towards him and he hardly ever had to do work. but here he was approaching the pretty girl, her face buried into a book as she noticed someone blocking the sun from kissing her smooth brown skin.

"do i know you?" she would ask. head tilting to the side as she's popping her gum staring at the blonde-haired male.

"nah, but you can get to know me." nash cockily responds, to his shock the pretty girl is rolling her eyes and sucking her teeth.

his pick-up line did not work. actually, when that line left his ignorant mouth, the girl packed up her stuff and walked away from him. his face grows hot in embarrassment as he's turning around to his team members who're laughing up their lungs at what just happened.

© 2021 dejwrites, please don't repost & plagiarize work. reader is implied to be black fem, nsfw.

@maydayaisha @seyawrld pls release me from this nash gold jr chokehold before it's too late.

the next day, nash gold jr didn’t let up at all. after another basketball game with his friends, he’s dragging his sneakers across the grass rubbing at that tattoo that travels up the side of his neck. sweat droplets trickling down his toned arms as the hot sun beamed down on him.

“i’m sorry,” he’s uttering an apology to the pretty girl as she’s glancing up from the journal she was writing her daily manifestations in. “came out extremely cocky,” he admitted. it stung his chest having to cough up that apology, but he wanted to get to know her.

he wanted her.

the top of her pink sparkly pen on her lip before she’s giving him a small smirk, “you think?” she questions as she sat up on the blanket. she closed her book so her full attention could be on the tall ball player in front of her.

“now let’s start over, i’m [y/n].” she extended her hand for him to shake it.

“nash,” he responded shaking her head as she gave him a bright smile that radiated right off the bright sun in the park.

but the thing is nash didn’t know that sweet soft small of hers would have him whip weeks later. the once snarky nash gold who’s wolf-whistling at the sight of a beautiful woman that walks by him is so whipped. he’s not sure how it got like that. actually, neither of his teammates could pinpoint the moment the lovely [y/n] latched her teeth so harshly on nash.

perhaps it was when she cussed him out for being late to their dinner date, she literally embarrassed his ass in the middle of the five-star restaurant. she even drenched his shirt in the third glass of champagne she was sipping on before storming out and catching an uber home.

or maybe it was the way her tight walls fluttered around his cock effortlessly when he was whining out an apology due to his reckless behavior one late night in his nice car she loved sitting pretty in. the heated session always started when [y/n]'s picking at her freshly painted nails and she could feel nash staring at her at his half-ass apology.

"what?" [y/n] would snap at him.

nash leaning a bit closer, "i can't look at you." he'll say causing her to roll her eyes.

that little line always seems to lead to the driver seat reclined back and [y/n] bouncing off nash's cock beautifully. using her knees to lift herself up and down on his member. the low moans and harsh kisses created an eerie atmosphere in the car as nash's large hands are gripping at [y/n]'s waist. he's mumbling how much he doesn't want to lose her and how much he cares about her. the thing that drove the blonde ball player crazy was a fucked out smirk she'll have on her face as her juices coat his cock.

"now you care about me when you're so fuckin' pussy drunk for me huh?," she'll say through moans while she's rocking her hips, a power move knowing that he disliked when she did that. "fuck you nash." she'll spat before leaping on his cock once again.

eyes rolling in the back of his head as he's trying to bring her closer than after. hips bucking upward just to kiss her cervix and have her cock drunk just as much as he was pussy drunk. lips barely touching as he could feel his balls tighten, each stroke upon her gummy walls caused him to grip her a bit tighter. not wanting to let [y/n] go as he could feel he was about to cum. when [y/n] walls pinched around his cock and he could feel her body go limp, his arms snaked around her as he took matters into his own hands.

hips thrusting up inside his pretty stubborn girlfriend as his cum decorated her walls with ease. his lips tracing wet exhausted kisses upon her jawline. his strokes grew sloppy and slow as his cum coated her walls. filling her up all the way. "i love you." he'll utter.

it came out like a soft whisper where he hoped she was too fucked out to even hear him.

the steamy aftermath of tugging their clothes back on and awkward silence, [y/n]'s quick to exit the car after placing a tired kiss on her boyfriend's lips. walking a bit slow due to nash's cum leaking down her leg and her body felt so sore. but she's quick to turn around to approach nash's car window, which he rolled it down giving her a smile.

"do you want to just stay over?" [y/n] questioned. "cause' i love your annoying ass too."

nash has some foolish grin on his face as he's climbing out of the car after turning it off. he's grabbing a hold of her hand as she led him into her house.

gosh, he was so in love.

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one more 🙏🤲 last one too heh but can i request this one for nash from knb if you're far enough into it with the prompt “don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” do w that what you will hehe. thank you!! 💖💖💖💖

oh!! and all my requests are for a fem!reader if you need pronouns. thank you 😇❣️🍒

I’m gonna attempt angst with this one!! So I apologize if it’s horrible haha. I hope you enjoy it though 🤍 Also all the posts I’ve been reading about Nash have really made him one of my favorites 🤔💛 I suppose I should add trigger warnings: blood mentioned, fighting mentioned, and swear words used. Read with caution ♡

“You’re not dumb, but you sure keep doing dumbass things!"

You trailed after him, struggling to keep up with his gait as he made his way through the parking lot of the stadium. You had his gym bag strapped across your chest, his uniform jacket clutched tightly in your hand.

You jogged a few steps, just enough to grab onto his arm to force him to stop and turn to face you.

His eye was already bruising, his lip cut, and a bit of blood smeared near his nostril as he glared down at you, the typical grin that you hated and loved so much replaced with a scowl that you’ve only seen directed at others a few times before.

“You told me you wouldn’t fight anymore, Nash.”

“And I haven’t."

“Then what the hell was that?”

He rose his arms out to his sides as he shrugged, letting them clap his legs when he dropped them. “A fight? The hell did it look like?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, your hand curling into a fist as you looked up at him. “I can’t believe you.”

“Yeah? Why am I not surprised?”

He turned and began walking away from you.

He wasn’t going to tell you why, after all this time, he got into a fight after promising you he wouldn’t. He couldn’t look you in the eyes and repeat what the guy he beat said moments before about you when you were just out of earshot - just hearing those words replaying in his mind gets his blood boiling. He wasn’t going to tell you that he had warned the guy first, only to be provoked right in his face with another tasteless comment.

He wasn’t going to tell you anything, because he knew you weren’t going to believe him.

The only thing you’d believe is what you saw as Jason barely managed to pull Nash from on top of the guy he had cornered, Nash’s fist making one more audible hit against the guy’s chin, his sneakered foot getting in one more stomach kick as you rushed over and pushed him out of the gymnasium.

You’d started your nagging in the locker room as he slipped on his warm up pants, dancing around you in the small room as you tried to corner him, finally leaving you to scramble to get his things together and follow after him into the corridors of the stadium.

He didn’t have the best track record, but Nash knew he’d only gotten into it because of you. For you. But that didn’t matter now, because like him, all you could see is red and you weren’t open to any reasoning that he could’ve possibly come up with.

So what was the point?

This was for the best, to leave you with the rest of the team while he went off to cool down and once all of this passed, things could go back to normal.

Or so he thought.

You’d somehow caught up to him, brushing past him only to stand right in his path, forcing him to come to a stop.

“You promised me, Nash.”

As if he needed to be reminded. “No good at keeping those I guess,” He shrugged again.

You pushed against his chest to keep him from walking away again, staring him down (or up) as he glared at you. You couldn’t help the rise in your voice as you grew more and more frustrated at the stupidity of the whole situation.

“Stop acting like an idiot. You can’t keep one promise you made to me?”

You were worried, and seeing him hurt, even if the other guy was much worse off, hurt you too. But you believed that he didn’t need comfort right now, but instead, he needed a stern talking to.

“Like a child,” you finished your thought out loud, getting angrier at the eye roll he did little to hide from you. “You’re so ridiculous, Nash!”

“[y/n].”

“Act your age, for once!”

“Hey.”

“And stop acting like such a dumbass all the time!”

You stopped abruptly once Nash took a single step towards you, pressing his chest to be flush with your own, his green eyes peering into yours.

“Don’t raise your fucking voice at me, [y/n].”

All the years you’ve known Nash, and this is the first time he’s ever genuinely intimidated you.

He knew he’d never do anything to you, but the fact that his face was now starting to ache from the few hits the guy got in, your constant yelling and nagging ringing in his ears as he tried to calm his adrenaline rushed mind, and the fact that you don’t even have all the details of what happened and yet he was the only one getting his ass chewed out, made his already short patience completely run out.

This was the only way he could get you to shut up, but he regretted it the moment he saw that wave of fear flash in your eyes.

You scoffed, coming back to your senses. Slinging off the strap of his bag, you shoved it and his jacket roughly against his chest as you pushed him away.

“Screw you, Nash.”

You shoved him as you walked past him, back towards the stadium.

You hoped he would come after you, but he didn’t. Because you wouldn’t understand.

Even though he’d done it because of you, for you - he knows it’s his fault alone if he loses you.

But maybe that was for the best, too.

[erina-writes-headcanons]

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With jason silver you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to

💔Jason Silver, Nash Gold Jr, and Haizaki Shougo Disregarding Their S/O Hard Work and then Realizes it. 💔

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A/N: Hello there Anon! I hope you like the final result of this Headcanons and Scenarios. I had a little bit of difficulty writing this characters because I don't really understand their personality one hundred percent but I hope you like the final result. This headcanon was inspired by one of Haikyuu headcanons.

Warning: Angst and Profanities

Gender: neutral

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Jason Silver - Jabberwocky

I don't know about you or if you have seen the page yet but my friend sent me a picture of Jason Silver harassing a poor woman so in my opinion. Jason would very often be toxic to you and would often disregard your hard work.

If you made a lunch for him and accidentally made the food salty? He's going to make fun of you for being a bad cook even though you're not as bad as Momoi or Riko.

You cleaned his apartment and it's not really clean because you just got home from school workplace? He's going to say you did a horrible job.

You don't take care of yourself because you tried to take care of him and you don't dress up like other boyfriend or girlfriend? He's going to comment on you that he's embarrassed to have a girlfriend/boyfriend like you and that's why he 'didn't bring you out' or show you to his friends.

You didn't give him the gift that he wants so bad even though you don't have much money? He will comment that you're poor and would purposely give you the silent treatment until you give him the gift that he wants.

Nevertheless, Jason Silver is a human being so he can feel guilty after he realizes how much bullshit he gave to you whereas you already treated him nicely.

He is not the best boyfriend and not boyfriend material like Kiyoshi Teppei and Kuroko but he will try his best to control his words even though most of the time he accidentally slips out.

He does apologize to you once he realizes how much shit he is and tries to spoil you to say how sorry he is by protecting you from his friends who try to harass you and bring you to VIP parties.

You cannot say no to him once he tries to spoil you because he would be sent you a glare so you would accept his treatment. Jason Silver would also leave you alone, he would be around you all night at the party and not leave your sight.

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It was late in the afternoon as the sun is going down and the stars are coming up to show up in the sky. It has been such a tiring day for you after working all day inside the small cafe and working as a barista making drinks for the clients. You usually have lots of free time but this day there were lots of people in the cafe and you had to work hard whether you like it or not.

The ride to the apartment was really long around fifteen minutes on foot or ten minutes on a bicycle. Every inch of your body was screaming in pain, especially your feet since you have to stand for more than an hour and walk around to take some ingredients to make the customers drinks or snacks.

Parking inside the bike in the basement, you locked the bike to keep it safe from the thief and went to your room by a lift before going up with the lift on the third floor. Getting inside the shared room, you began putting the bags on top of the chair and swiping the whole room to clean the dirty floor before mopping it.

Sadly, you don't have much of the energy and strength to continue your job and put the broom along the mop away in the corner before sitting on the couch. The lid of your eyes feely heavier in each second and not realizing what happen, everything turns dark and the dark vision calls you from reality.

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Sounds of footsteps get louder and louder and alarm the other residents of the apartment who immediately shake in fear because of the loud footsteps. From the booming voice, they could tell the Silver-haired basketball player are pissed off, having one in a bad mood for losing one of his basketball games.

It was a miracle for you that you did not wake up to the loud sounds of the door slamming open, showing your angry boyfriend Jason Silver. He was tired from the game and the condition of the apartment still not clear like he hopes made him, even more, angrier than before.

"(Y/N)!! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY!!" Jason's eyes laid on you.

"H-huh? What?" Your eyes slowly open up. His loud voice definitely woke you up from your slumber.

"BABE! WHAT THE FUCK- WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY?" He snarls as the slit in his eyes gets smaller.

"S-sorry. I just got home and accidentally fell asleep," you tried to reason with him with a shaky voice in fear of him beating you.

"I DON'T CARE! I'M ALSO TIRED BUT I NEVER COMPLAIN!" He shouted back.

"That's because you never clean this apartment while I'm always the one who always clean it while you were drinking your beer.." You stood up at him, not liking that he starts acting like a kid.

"Well, I'm resting! Am I not allowed to have a relaxing time?!"

"I should be the one asking that while you just came home and start screaming at me....You know what? Leave and think about what you just did, Jason Silver. You are basically almost the same as Nash, being a tyrannical piece of shit. I always clean everything in this apartment while you never clean but once I need to rest. You're treating me as if I have never done anything to you," you look at him in the eyes with the glint in your eyes disappearing.

You always call him babe, baby, and darling, and never Jason Silver unless you're pissed. Jason's eyes immediately widened, and he realizes that he hurts your feeling for a small matter and that he can also do it by himself "Uhh B-babe, wait. I'm sorry- I didn't mean-"

"Just leave me alone...I need to rest," you walk away from him.

The silver-haired basketball player hisses in anger as he slumps down on top of the couch, pondering about his recent action and how to make it up to you until a bright light appears on the side of his head and the gear in his head are turning around with an idea popped into his mind.

On the next day when you don't need to go to your working place, the sounds of birds chirping could be heard and your vision was blurry, trying to wake up even though it was really hard for you since yesterday's work. Once the blur was gone from the sight, your eyes widened to see a black blazer with pants/sexy black dress on top of the table.

Next to the table, there was a little note messily written but still readable to your eyes even though you had to blink your eyes repeatedly to read every word correctly, 'I'm not good at saying sorry but I hope you like the suit/dress. That blonde idiot (Nash) helped me by booking a VIP room for the two of us only in the club. Also, the apartment I already clean it.'

Even though he didn't say sorry directly to your face, you could not help but smile a little bit. Jason tries to make up for his yesterday's action and you knew the last words in the note shows that he felt guilty for screaming at you when in fact he's not someone who isn't tidy but he cleans the living room and the kitchen without your help.

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Nash Gold Jr. - Jabberwocky

Nash might not be as loud as Jason Silver when he is angry. Nonetheless, he would still be one of the most toxic characters because his words can be very sharp.

Just like Jason Silver, if you made a lunch for him and you accidentally made it a little bit salty or haven't cleaned the house even though you were tired. He will comment on how much of a slob you are.

He would also comment on how your look even though you don't have much time to take care of yourself and spend your time doing your job so that you look messy.

There is also a chance that Nash is going to compare you with his flings and one-night stands with you, trying to body-shame you and making fun of your look.

He might not be as violent as Haizaki or Jason but he was much more cold-hearted so it takes more time for him to realize he was being toxic and apologize.

Unlike Jason Silver in a term of apologizing, he does feel guilty and bad when he realizes he hurt you really badly and he can make himself more gentle and doesn't have difficulty with it like Jason Silver did.

Nash would apologize directly in front of your face and tries to wrap his arm around you, pulling you to his embrace as his hold gets tighter.

If you are still hurt, he will try to make it up to you the next day by bringing you around the town and spoiling you rotten. He would buy the kinds of stuff that you want since he is rich.

Nash would be also twice more affectionate than Jason Silver as he keeps holding your hand or his hand would be always on your back casually.

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It was like your usual day in your working place where you had to finish all of the important files and send them to your manager as quick as you can. However, it was very unusual for you because the office room isn't usually this loud where most of the days it was mostly filled with the sound of only a few people chatting and ringing phones.

From your sitting place, you hear your friends gushing about their husbands or wive cooking lunches for them and how much their spouse appreciates their sweet treatment. It's not uncommon to talk in gossip where people talk about romance but it made you think about Nash's reaction if you try to cook for him.

You're not a chef like Gordon Ramsey but you're not a horrible cook either like Riko and Momoi since you remember their uncut glazed honey lemons. For this reason, you were a little bit confident to make some healthy and delicious dinner for your boyfriend the golden-haired basketball player to make him happy.

Without anyone noticing you stopped your work for a while, you began writing down the recipe that you need to make for him on a piece of paper and asking some of your friends who can cook on how to make certain foods and their secret recipe to make the food more appetizing before thanking them and ending the chat or the call.

As your eyes land on the clock watches in the corner of the office room, you realize you could go home and quickly make dinner for your husband. Packing up your bags as quick as you can, you began leaving the office room and going back to the apartment on a bus that you share together with Nash.

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Your hands gently scoop the diced tofu along with the seaweed into the pot but you didn't see how much tofu you add into the soup along with the miso powder so it doesn't have a strong flavor before serving it inside of a small bowl after serving the rolled omelet on the plate with the rice on the side.

After it was done, you carefully put the plate and the bowl on the table with Nash looking at the dishes. From the corner of your eyes, you notice he scrunches his nose a little bit but tried not to show it as his eyes land on the miso soup that you made for him. You tried to ignore it but you couldn't help but feel a little bit insulted.

"What's this.." Nash raises his eyebrows at you.

'It's..miso soup with omelet and rice." you told him nervously.

On the table, there was not only omelet, rice, and miso soup but there were also pickled vegetables and grilled salmon on the corner. He was foreign to the soup and the rolled omelet but he didn't want to complain about it so he took a spoon of the soup. Instead of enjoying it, the make spits it back out before he looks at you with such a glare.

"It doesn't taste good, are you even can cook?" He crosses both of his arms.

"I tried...." You mutter.

".. It's better you're not cooking anymore. It's horrible," he looks away, not realizing his words cut your heart like a knife embedded into your heart and shreds it.

"Fine, make your own food and never ask me to make food for you," You were done with his horrible treatment before spilling the soup away right in front of his face, making his eyes widen in surprise as his eyes watches you storming away from the kitchen with such cold eyes.

As you got inside the room, tears slowly slid down from your eyes before you curl yourself up on the bed and wiped the tears away. Those words from his lips instantly made your day change from nice into a bad day as your mind began flooding with thousands of opinions, 'Should I leave him?' and ' I tried to make him happy but is this how he repays me?'

But that thought was interrupted by the door opening to show your basketball player boyfriend, both of his eyes were different than before where it was holding much more tenderness. Nash carefully sat next to you as his arms slowly wrapped around you "Baby....I'm very sorry for what I did. My words really uncalled for, I just had a bad day because my team was beaten and I shouldn't have taken my anger out at you." he whispered to your ear.

"Please...forgive me, baby. I promise I will never do this again" He whispered once again.

"....Fine. If you don't like it, just....tell me what I did wrong instead of insulting me like that again," the tears stop flowing out slowly before your eyes meet with his eyes.

"I promise" the skin of his lips gently touched the skin of your forehead and gently kissing the tear marks on your cheeks.

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Haizaki Shougo - Fukuda Sōgō

Bless whoever his s/o is because he is almost the same level as Jason Silver but with the difference that only SIlver didn't raise his hands to hit the girl in the manga, Haizaki is another level.

He may be a laxer when it comes to not appreciating because I feel like he would only grumble and didn't eat the food if he thinks your food isn't good enough.

Or he wouldn't really comment that his place isn't clean enough when you cleaned your guys' house because I believe he doesn't mind if his place is dirty.

He just doesn't appreciate you enough to dress more sexily and putting more makeup to make yourself look hotter and he starts comparing you with his exes.

Also, he doesn't appreciate it if you keep don't want to have sex with him despite him already having you as his s/o. Without your knowledge, he would have six with another person who he thinks is hotter than you.

If you try to fight him back, he doesn't mind wrapping his hand around your neck and choking you as he did to Alex. He doesn't mind giving another bruise on you.

Despite Haizaki feels guilty after he knows what he did was very harmful to you. He's not like Nash and Silver who would look at you in the eyes when they say sorry.

In fact, he has trouble saying sorry so he would just leave you alone to have your own space and think about all of his actions. He wants to apologize but his ego is HUGE.

However, on the next day, you would find a bunch of other gifts that you like such as food, jewels, books, or other goodies that you really want for an apology and a messy note that he is sorry for what he has done.

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You know Haizaki is quite popular and almost everyone would invite him to their party even though he's a huge asshole, especially to his teammate in basketball and it did not stop those people to like him. You saw all of his friends are those people who would also bring their partner out or those typical 'players'.

You don't have a problem with them since they are either focusing on your boyfriend or their partner because most of them respect your space instead of harassing the two of you. It was your boyfriend with who you have a problem, his eyes would be looking at other girls' busts or asses even if you caught him red-handed.

Even though you wore those types of clothes to impress him and wore dark yet lusty makeup for him only, his eyes would also be landing on other guys or girls before a wolf whistle escapes from him. His actions weren't subtle at all. This makes you insecure a lot even if Haizaki always tells you 'She/he doesn't mean anything. I'm just messing around~" with his stupid grin.

It was not only once but it always happens to you every time he brings you out to the club together as he chases another girl instead of you. Sighing, you glance at your stupid boyfriend with silent anger for a long time until his eyes catch you glaring at him with disdain.

His grin was immediately replaced with a scowl, "What are you looking at? Stop glaring at me."

"I don't like it.."

"You don't like what?" He got more annoyed.

"You keep staring at other guys/girl while I'm here. Am I not enough for you" You hiss.

"What if you are. You look ugly in that dress/suit and it makes me fucking embarrassed for bringing you to this club. You look ugly as hell and those girl/guy looks even better than you. So, why don't you just shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing me," he snaps, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at you.

His words were more than hurtful both of your eyes widened in surprise. You didn't expect Haizaki would say that to you right in front of your face as his friends also looks at him with surprise. Sure, they were players but they have much more dignity than him and wouldn't hurt their partner like that.

"I see how it is....Alright, go home by yourself. I'm not gonna drive you home," you stood up before walking away.

A loud 'SHIT!' came out from his mouth as he stood up and tried to catch you but you were already gone in the crowds. He wanted to scream. not only he would go home on his feet instead of using your car but he also realizes that what he has done was totally fucked up. "Bro...you're really messed up. Even though I cheat a lot, I never said that to my girls," one of his buddies said.

"Shut the fuck up! I know! Just leave me alone," He stormed away from the club.

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On the next day, the hallways of the school were dim and it reminded you of how much an asshole of your boyfriend is as your eyes were bloodshot from crying too much along with eye bags underneath your eyes from lack of sleep. Your lips were chapped and your skin was pale from yesterday, it was an understatement that you look miserable.

Sauntering in the hallways, you catch a glimpse of a male looking around from the class before he quickly walks away as fast as he can. From the hair color, you knew it was your boyfriend but it was strange why he looks so scared and ran away, trying not to let anyone see him.

His actions made you curious before you trudges up to your classroom and walked up to your table. Your eyes widened as your eyes landed on top of the table where you usually sit, there were many objects on top of the table. There was a bunch of chocolates and an adorable teddy bear plushie he got from the arcade.

There was also a small note on the table beside the gift as you carefully pick it up and unfold the small letter in your hand. Even though it was a bunch of scribbled words, you were still able to read what was inside the small letter that he gave to you.

"I'm not good at apologizing but I'm fucking sorry what the word I said yesterday. You are fucking beautiful unlike other people, you are smart, funny, and fun to hang out with, and you are so goddamn gorgeous unlike the bitches that I dated, especially that bitch that used to be Kise's ex. I promise I would never say that to you again- from You're amazing boyfriend," You couldn't help but smile at the words in the letters and the promise he made as your eyes landed on the gift he bought for you.

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