#dylan harper

[whatthehali]

Harper + Castle Celebrate in Game 7 of the WCF 30/5/26

[angieinparis]

Reading the Signs - Carter Bryant x reader

summary: You take a group of deaf teens to a Spurs game, signing jokes and keeping everyone laughing, unaware that Carter Bryant is watching you from the court.

Alongside your studies, which take up a huge amount of your time, you volunteer with an organization based in San Antonio that supports teens and young adults with partial or total hearing loss.

You jokingly suggested going to a basketball game with your young charges. Outings like these are an opportunity to give them an exceptional evening, help them build self-confidence, and raise awareness of ASL among a wider audience. During these outings, you serve as the official interpreter and make sure everyone is included in the activities. Your relationship with them goes beyond the simple role of a volunteer; you’re practically part of the family.

You love signing in ASL, and you do it with extraordinary ease for your age, even though you can hear. It’s impossible not to love you—you’re expressive and bubbly when you sign, and you’re always joking around, laughing, and telling random stories to make outings fun. You show great maturity for your age; you quickly grasp what’s at stake. You’re not afraid to take on responsibility, and people often point this out to you, praising you for it.

But just as you're leaving class, you get a text message: “It's official! We just got confirmation—the director made a few calls and it's all set. You have full access to the AT&T Arena, and you might even get to meet the players after the game.” - Serena

Serena is another volunteer with the organization, and you reply instantly: “Unbelievable, I’m over the moon for them—we’re going to have a blast. Go, Spurs, Go!"

You barely have time to process the news before you run to catch up with the group. They’re already waiting for you, decked out in Spurs gear from head to toe—caps worn backward and jerseys emblazoned with the players’ names. They wave at you, tapping their fingers on imaginary watches.

You wave back with a smile, “Okay, okay, I’m coming, don’t attack me,” you raise your hands in surrender.

One of the guys in the group throws a jersey at your face, before signing, “Put this on before you embarrass us,” you roll your eyes and follow orders before slipping on the jersey.

You all pile into the bus; they’re all goofing around in high spirits, and you’re happy to be part of this adventure that promises to be exciting. You make sure everyone is there, and off you go!

AT&T Center

The ride flew by in the blink of an eye because the kids were so excited; even you couldn’t hide the huge smile on your face. The arrival was met with a frenzy of waving and cheering. You all stare wide-eyed as you scan your tickets. The arena is decked out in the team’s colors and the atmosphere is electric; the mascot is already running from side to side, dancing. People already have their beers in hand or are clapping their hands.

The warm-up has barely begun, but your group is definitely turning heads. People are intrigued because your section is completely silent while you’re all signing to each other. Some players glance up at the stands before waving enthusiastically at you. Your protégés’ eyes are sparkling, and you don’t regret coming up with the idea. They’re having a great time, and their energy is contagious as you sign enthusiastically, happy to see them having fun.

That’s when Dylan gives Carter a light shove as he steps onto the court. His gaze falls on the spot his teammate is pointing to before the latter puts his hand over his mouth and whispers:

“Yo, she’s cute. What’s she doing?”

He was right—you really were very cute, but wait? Are you signing something there? And are you wearing his jersey? He watches you sign a joke for one of the teens, which sends the group into fits of laughter. He smiles before he even realizes it. Dylan was already turning around and walking away when he realizes he’s been staring at you for a good minute. He shakes his head with a small smile, trying to refocus on the game.

But during a timeout, he approaches the bleachers where you’re sitting, acting casual, almost nonchalant, trying to interpret your gestures. He takes the opportunity to stretch and take a drink.

You’re in the middle of a conversation, your hands moving quickly, when you notice him out of the corner of your eye—he’s not exactly discreet—and you chuckle softly.

You turn toward him; he tucks his water bottle under his arm before signing:

“Wow, you’re really good for a hearing person.”

You blink, wondering if you dreamed it.

“Do you sign?” you ask out loud before switching to ASL. Then you add in sign language, “Hey, it's not cool to eavesdrop like that, you idiot.” But your expression tells him everything he needs to know—you're beaming. You're so happy to meet a hearing person who signs as quickly as you do.

"Actually, ever since I was a little kid, I had to learn to communicate with my family.“ As he gives you a shy little look, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, one of the teens gives you a dramatic nudge, ”He’s trying to flirt,“ your cheeks turn a pretty cherry red before you sign to him: ”Go back to eating your fries and leave me alone!"

Carter laughs before adding, “Plus, you’re wearing my jersey—if that isn’t a coincidence,” you look down at your jersey before staring at the big number 11 on it with a sigh, “I was forced to, but apparently it was a good idea,” you add.

“You’re going to bring me luck then,” he signs quickly.

He gives you a little smile as he steps back before his coach calls him back onto the field.

The game has just ended, and the fans are slowly making their way up the stands. The excitement is gradually dying down, and the group insists on taking a photo with Carter. He agrees immediately while signing with them. You pose for the photo; you’re standing next to him, your head barely at the level of his shoulders. One of his arms rests on your shoulders, and you look up just as you realize he’s already looking at you.

Click. The flash illuminates your faces. The whole group scatters like a flock of birds, and the two of you are left alone. He signs just for you, “You made their night. And mine.”

The cameras capture the moment, the two of you absorbed in conversation, Carter’s gentle smile as he signs, your eyes sparkling as you laugh at what he says.

Before you’ve even made it home, the photo is all over the internet. Fans are going crazy.

And Carter?

Well, @carterdbryant has started following you.

[halfcourts]

Dylan Harper calms down Stephon Castle after he gets fouled because "that's what real friends do" 🥲🥲

[lukandsee]

quick sketch! couldn't be bothered to draw 6 whole people today

[tboybball]

wemby crying over their 1st wcf win is so pure 🥲 this team really loves each other, truly smtn special happening in san antonio

[eclipxium]

president of each other's fanclub (1, 2)

[savannahmccainers]

smile, castle.

summary: when you apply to be a photographer for the spurs you can’t help but question why your photos for stephon aren’t working out.

pairing: stephon castle x photographer!reader

warnings: not proofread, fluff, no smut, my first fanfiction

inspired by: @honeylives

The cold air blows against your skin as you step into the facility. Just days earlier you had applied to be the team’s photographer not expecting it to go anywhere. Now you’re walking into the Spurs facility meeting with their manager for Media Day Photos.

Walking through the hallways you basically have no idea where you’re supposed to be. You’re pretending to be busy on your phone when you hear the sound of laughter echoing to your left. You snap your head towards the noise and get greeted with Carter Bryant, Dylan Harper, Stephon Castle, and Victor Wembanyama. To say you are in shock was an understatement. You stand there frozen for what felt like forever before Carter glances your way.

“Oh you must be the photographer!”

Carter flashes a smile.

“Yeahhh.. nice to meet you guys!”

You force out still surprised by the sight of them.

“What’s up, I’m Dylan.”

He says raising his hand to meet yours.

You shake his hand and turn your eyes to Stephon the one next to him. You expect him to greet you next but you’re met with nothing but him staring straight at you. You nod and laugh awkwardly then lift your head to meet eyes with Wemby.

“I’m Wemby.”

He says looking down at you.

“Yeah, I know who you are.”

You say trying to make conversation and lighten the mood

Dylan and Carter laugh while Stephon continues to look at you. Dylan whispers something into Stephon’s ear and he suddenly straightens his posture. Stephon blinks and finally greets you.

“Hey, my name’s Stephon.”

His words coming out in a mumble, and his eyes avoiding meeting yours for the first time since you’ve arrived. His hand rests awkwardly behind his neck as he looks everywhere but you.

“Nice to meet you!”

You smile, shifting your weight awkwardly as the conversation comes to an end.

Carter, glancing between everyone looks for a way to continue the conversation.

“So, are you looking for our manager?

He says, his smile never leaving his face

“Yeah, I’m supposed to meet your manager before we take the photos for Media Day.”

“Oh, I can lead you to-“

Carter starts before Dylan cuts him off with a loud cough.

“Nah, coach just texted me he said he needs all of us but Steph to the court now.”

Carter looks at his fellow teammate with a confused look on his face.

“Oh let me check if he texted me-“

Carter gets cut off for the second time with Dylan just resting his hand on Carters back and guiding him away from the interaction.

Wemby nods before heading off to follow Dylan and Carter. Leaving just you and Stephon standing in the hallway.

“Uh, I can take you to our manager..”

Stephon finally forces out after what felt like five minutes of silence.

He meets your eyes as you nod your head.

“Thank you! Lead the way Castle”

You say with a slightly playful tone in your voice.

You guys walk through the hallways in what can be described as a comfortable silence. When you reach the office Stephon turns to face you and nods his head.

“See you later”

“See you, Stephon.”

You swear you saw his ears turning pink but you convince yourself it’s your mind playing tricks on you.

About 30 minutes later you finally leave the managers office and head down to the studio. You start to set up your gear when players start tumbling in voices fading in from all around you. After a few minutes of everybody talking they finally get into a single file line for you to start taking photos.

“Okay, Wemby you’re up first.”

He nods and looks down towards your camera.

SNAP

“Next!”

Media day seems to fly by, players fading into one another. The end of your shift is nearing with just five more people to go

“Okay, next.”

Stephon steps up and nods.

“Go ahead and maybe try flexing?”

A faint tint of blush appears on his cheeks, yet he still follows through with everything you request.

Although his heart feels like it could burst, he keeps a calm expression on his face.

A confused expression grows on your face as you go through the photos you had taken of him so far.

“Uhh, maybe we could try props.. Can I get a basketball?”

You suggest, tilting your head.

A staff member rolls a ball over and Stephon picks it up still standing stiff.

“Huh.. drop the ball.”

Stephon listens, becoming more nervous by the second.

“Just.. stand there. Try loosening your shoulders?”

Stephon tries to relax his body but he can’t knowing your eyes are on him.

“Quiet please.”

You say prompting everyone in the room to go silent. You can’t comprehend what’s not working with Stephon’s photos. Your mind completely blank until you see Carter in the corner of your eye smiling ear to ear. You lock eyes with Stephon, a grin growing on your face.

“Smile for me Castle.”

Stephon’s mind goes blank as the words repeat in his head over and over again. He feels like his entire body has gone red. For you? So be it. His smile goes all the way to his eyes.

“Oh but when I ask you to smile it’s a problem”

Dylan says, chuckling standing behind your camera.

“Good job, Stephon. Next!”

You say turning your head to Dylan who suddenly stopped laughing. Stephon jogs over to Wemby on the other side of the room as they dap each other up.

“GREEEN!!!”

Dylan says laughing, while getting his photo taken.

“Yo focus on your photos, chill on me.”

Stephon says, still letting out a little laugh as he exchanges glances with you.

Maybe this new job isn’t so bad.

[pinkcreamie]

i’m about to write castle and harper threesome cause what?????