basketball player!eren
warnings and tags: gn!reader x eren, sfw
a/n: been thinking about basketball player eren (x reader) way too much recently so i just wrote this really quickly. this is TERRIBLE and i also have no knowledge of the technicalities of basketball so please bear with me lol
basketball player!eren who has always loved the game, would be on the court all day everyday if it was possible
basketball player!eren who got recruited for his high school basketball team after the coach watched him complete ten 3-pointers in a row with perfect form. he goes on to become the team’s captain and takes his team to the state championships. he’s named mvp at the end of his senior year.
basketball player!eren who decides to play for the german national team for a year to take some time away while still being able to play.
basketball player!eren who got drafted first round, first pick overall in the nba. so many things blinding his vision, the bright lights, his family hugging him, the prospects of the million dollar contract fogging his mind, and yet all he can think about, the most thrilling of his thoughts were reserved by visions of you. the stranger he had bumped into in the grocery store. were you watching? were you proud of him?
“im so sorry,” he said with the doppiest of smiles, completely entranced by this beautiful stranger in from of him. after a few moments of silence and contemplation in eren’s mind, he goes for it. “hi, im eren,” he reluctantly lends his hand out for you to shake. his hand was so big, albeit a little dry and veiny, it enveloped your hand in a soft warmth. little did you know how hard you guys would fall for each other
basketball player!eren whose team trains on the other side of the country, who makes as many trips to see you as humanly possible. even when exhausted from training, after a close game, he trudges his way to the airport, the only fuel in his body being the affections he holds for you. he arrives to your apartment in the eery hours of the early morning, and quietly slips into bed next to your sleeping body. so calm, so soft and sweet he feels when with you, such a contrast to when he’s on the court.
basketball player!eren who’s financial priorities seem to lie with funding your passions and endeavors. he cares little for the gold chains and sports cars, all he cares for is to see your smile, to see you happy and content, to see you motivated and ambitious. his financial advisors hate him for it, but he could care less. “why don’t you invest? maybe buy a percentage of this team?” they ask while he waves them off.
his first purchase on his first paycheck was spent on taking you to a nice restaurant in the hopes that it be sufficient in expressing his gratitude for you. it’s nothing too crazy because he still doesn’t understand just how much money is on his hands, still a family boy at heart who prefers the modest family house and meals made by his mom over the hyper modern houses that his teammates seem to be buying left and right.
basketball player!eren who is the epitome of human physical greatness, with some of the highest records set in basketball history. the god-like body is just a result of his rigorous regiments, and you know people are drooling over him. it makes you insecure sometimes, with the horrible reputation the nba holds, and knowing just how amazing of a catch eren is. with him being away so often and knowing how he prefers to keep your relationship more private, it makes you think of the worst,
when eren receives your texts about wanting to talk, and how you’re not sure about this, he sighs a breath of sadness, sadness over the fact that you’ll never know how much he likes you, how utterly obsessed he is with you, how happy you make him. you’re the only one for him; ‘if it’s not you, it’s nobody’ he tells you quietly.
basketball player!eren who wins his first nba championship and subsequently his first championship ring. his team goes to the local club to celebrate, with copious amounts of money, alcohol and beautiful women. but eren seems to be missing. in actuality, he had ignored and rejected all of his teammates’ efforts to convince him to go out and went straight home to you. he’s so tired but when he gets to you, he shows you the ring and has you try it on. it’s so sparkly and heavy, your finger dripping with white gold and god-knows-how-many diamonds.
the sight of you with a ring on makes eren resume his thoughts about buying a different kind of ring for you, one that would actually fit your finger, one that would symbolize something much greater and sweeter than a championship.
