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jaysonsfavwhore · 3 years ago

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the favorite [1] - jayson tatum

♪ fue mejor ~ kali uchis, sza

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

warnings: none

word count: 3.2k

* oakwood elementary

thursday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You too!"

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We love a man that's good with kids.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I bet it is,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You too,"

*y/n's apartment

5:30 pm, friday

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

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

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

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

jayson

heyy, i'm out in the front

y/n

ight i'm coming down

read 5:58 pm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think so?"

"For sure, when did you guys meet?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you getting?"

"Cheese fries, and chicken tenders,"

"Get me the same thing then,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm annoying?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up, and kiss me, Tatum,"

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jaysonsfavwhore · 2 years ago

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the favorite [2] - jayson tatum

♪ break from toronto ~ partynextdoor

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

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k +

Your interactions with Jayson consisted of the hello’s and goodbye’s exchanged when he would pick up Deuce. It wasn’t really awkward, but pretending like the two of you didn’t kiss.

You wondered why he was acting weird, after all, he seemed just fine that day, after you kissed you chilled for a couple more minutes before he dropped you off back home. You waited for him to text you that night but he never did, so you figured he was tired.

But almost a week had passed by and you were fed up with only sending him small waves. You wanted to talk to him more, and hang with him and Deuce more.

Knowing you, you weren’t capable of making the first move, but if you wanted to talk to him, it was time to put on your big girl pants and fuck it.

You knew he had a game tonight, you’ve been secretly keeping up with his games and stuff, not in a stalker way, you were genuinely curious.

You sat with Deuce at dismissal time because he was five minutes late picking him up, so you decided to text him and let him know.

He told you that he wasn’t feeling well, so you being the nice person you are, offered to bring Deuce home. You weren’t complaining, this gave you a chance to hopefully have a conversation with him.

“Come on Deuce, your dad isn’t feeling good so I’ll take you home, yeah?” he nodded his head in response, you wondered if he was feeling sick too, he was looking a little more tired than usual.

Even though JT was stressing you out, you made sure to take care of him and Deuce, you figured out he had a cold, and Deuce wasn’t so far behind, the minute you arrived at their house, he complained about his throat hurting.

“Thank you for taking care of us, of me,” Jayson said from the couch, you were in the kitchen making them some soup since it's what you would make yourself when you felt sick, which wasn’t so often. He was laying on the couch, watching some episodes of Criminal Minds, which you didn’t take him as the Criminal Minds type, while Deuce was laying on the other couch watching something on his Ipad.

“It’s no problem, I don’t want both of you guys to sick,” you turned on the stove and walked over to the living room. Thankfully it was Friday so you didn’t have to worry about going back home so late.

“Listen, I know you were probably wondering why I never texted you or anything, it’s just-,” He started to talk before you cut him off.

“-Hey, it’s okay. You truly don’t have to explain yourself,” You obviously wanted an explanation, but you felt as if the only reason he was doing this was because you were there.

“No, I do. I can’t just make out with you and basically ghost you,” you slightly smiled at the mention of your makeout session. God, was he a good kisser.

“Right,” you nodded your head, not really sure of what to say.

“Not saying, that you’re like the others, like at all, but you obviously know the reason why most girls try to get close, which I don’t really care for at all, it’s Deuce,” You could already tell where this was going, which you weren’t mad about, he was a dad worried about his kid, “I don’t want to keep bringing girls around and then they’re not the one and Deuce gets attached you know?”

“I understand, Deuce is the most important thing to you, and you just wanna protect him,” you leaned back on the love chair that was next to the couch he was at, you took a sip of the coffee you made yourself, you needed the extra caffeine boost.

“See, at least you get it. My relationships don’t work because they don't understand that Deuce is and will always be my first priority,”

“I mean he is your kid, and they have to accept that. You can’t just get rid of him,” you shrewd your shoulders.

“Exactly, and it’s not that I let him control my love life, but I’m not going to have someone around him who isn’t the best person for him to be around,”

“Yeah, plus who wouldn’t like Deuce?”

“You’d be surprised, most girls don’t like having him around,” he shook his head, lowering the volume on the TV.

“They’re crazy, absolutely crazy,” you muttered before getting back up to check on the soup.

“Personally, I think that these girls,” you walked back with two bowls of soup in your hand, handing on to Jayson, and sitting down next to Deuce, “Are fucking stupid,”

“I put a little ice cube in it so it cools down a little okay?” You told Deuce before stirring the soup with your spoon and giving him some, “Is it too hot?”

“How are you so good with kids?” You were so focused on Deuce, that you didn’t notice Jayson staring at you the whole time.

“I don’t know, I’ve always liked kids and being around them. I used to babysit a lot too,” he nodded his head as you spoke, which was nice, it meant he was listening.

“So is there something you can’t do?”

“Whatchu mean?” you asked, clearly confused.

“You can cook, you’re good with kids, you’re fun to be around, you’re funny, and a good kisser,” He said making you blush.

“Oh please, stop hyping me up,” You shook your head as you walked back to the kitchen, now that Deuce was done, you could eat some too.

“If me being honest is hyping you up, then oh well,” he said making you laugh.

“You should be like Deuce and get some rest,” You said as you looked at Deuce, knocked out on the couch.

“Y/N, I’ve been sleeping all day, I’m fine,” he shook his head, “Plus, I’m not just gonna fall asleep and leave you alone, that’s rude,”

“It’s not rude Jayson, you’re sick, and don’t you have a game soon?”

“Yeah on Tuesday, so I’m hoping this is just a one or two-day thing. I don’t got time for this shit,”

You spent the rest of the day talking, he told you all sorts of different things, about Deuce’s mom, and his basketball careers, and other stuff.

“I’m gonna go put Deuce in bed, I’ll be back,” he said getting up before you stopped him.

“No, it’s fine, you rest. I need you to be better before this game, yeah?”

You carefully woke Deuce up so he could take a shower and then go to bed.

He walked you towards the bathroom since you didn’t know where anything was, “Deuce baby, we need to find you some clothes first,”

His room was huge, most definitely the size of your entire apartment. After you helped Deuce shower and put him to bed you walked back to the living room.

“If I kiss you will you get sick?” he asked making you laugh.

“I don’t know. Maybe? I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders, ready to sit back down where you were before he pulled you on top of him. His hands were on your waist, and due to your shirt rising up a little, his cold hands touching your skin made goosebumps rise throughout your skin.

“Stop what if I get sick?” you said dodging a kiss.

“Then I’ll take care of you,” he said before trying to kiss you again, only for you to turn your head.

“I have to work, Jayson,” you rolled your eyes.

“Then call out. Your entitled to have sick time,”

“Why are you like this?” You laughed when he was still trying to kiss you, you were gonna let him eventually, but it was cute seeing him try.

“Because I am, now stop playing,”

“Me? Playing? Ne-” he shut you up, lips against yours, your hands around his neck, while his were still on your waist, he finally shut you up.

“Now I’m gonna get sick Jayson,” you rolled your eyes as you pulled back, the taste of his chapstick lingering in your mouth. The secret to his soft, plump lips was applying chapstick every ten seconds, you figured it was a habit he had.

“I dont care, I’ll take care of you,” he laid down on the couch, wrapping his arms tightly around your lower back, pulling you down with him.

Your head was laying on his chest and he made sure to tangle your legs together so you couldn’t go anywhere.

“I care,”

“I’m tired, shut up and take a nap with me,” he shushed you.

You were gonna talk back, since when you told him to sleep he exclaimed that he wasn’t tired, but the idea of a nap wasn’t bad, so you did as told.

You woke up in an unfamiliar but comfortable bed, the feeling of the bed moving is what fully woke you up, “You move too damm much,” you rolled your eyes, sitting up against the headboard.

“And you snore loud as fuck, but a nigga wasn’t complaining,” he said throwing a pillow at you.

“Nigga throw something at me again and I swear to God Tatum, I will-“

“-Will what? I’ll beat you up, with your short ass,” he rolled his eyes before throwing another pillow at you.

“Don’t try me. I bite,” you glared at him before getting up and off the bed. His room was huge, but that was expected, especially after you saw how big Deuce’s room was.

“You bite? Kinkyyyy,”

“Not like that you nasty bitch,” he got on your nerves, but a good type of getting on your nerves.

“I bite, I’m nasty, I like them nasty,”

“Do you really?” You asked, your hand was on your hip, on you raised your brow, something you did when you questioned people, but it was out of habit and you never noticed.

“Yup, too bad you’ll never find out,”

“Damm, that’s crazy. You’re really gonna dub me like that after I took care of you? Niggas ain't shit man,” you playfully said before you tried to walk away, but he stopped you again, throwing you on the bed and climbing on top of you.

“Who’s niggas Y/N? I’ll show you right now, what a real man is, stop playing with me,”

“You won't,”

a little short one bcs next chapter is longggg, and i wanna put some out while yall wait for that. im also still working on a melo story too ;)

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