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.”
“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.
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.
You’d somehow caught up to him, brushing past him only to stand right in his path, forcing him to come to a stop.
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!”
“Act your age, for once!”
“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.
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.
