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vanwritesfan-fiction · 6 months

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Klay and reader are expecting their first baby. Ever since he found out that reader was pregnant, he's been way more affectionate. Now that The Thompson Bump (he's so proud of that nickname) finally has made an appearance, he basically won't leave her side unless he really has to. At night, he rubs her belly with cocoa butter and tells the baby a goodnight story (one night it's an exaggerated tale of how he and mommy met!)

"Babe", you waddled into the bathroom, your hands occupied with an apple and a spoon of peanut butter, your latest pregnancy craving. You were about 6 months pregnant, and your belly was finally covering up your feet, making getting dressed every morning and ready for bed every evening an exhausting chore.

"Can you unbutton my jeans, I can't see down there anymore." You giggled, taking the final bite of your apple.

"Yeah, babe, one sec." Klay looked over at you from the sink as he finished shaving, a bit of shaving cream still on his neck. He wiped it away before turning his attention to you.

"Your pants are already unbuttoned." He bent down to look under your belly just to double check.

"Are you kidding me?", you huffed, scowling, "I ran errands today with my jeans open?! Probably showed off my granny panties to everyone too!" You gently sat down on the bed, letting your feet dangle as you rubbed your belly. "I never thought pregnancy brain was real, but I am living proof that it is."

Klay walked over you to, chuckling to himself as he bent over to press a kiss to your stomach. "Its okay, I'm sure no one even noticed, baby." His low, even voice was immediately reassuring to you, it could make you believe anything. "And you get a pass because you're so damn beautiful." You blushed, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks.

"Here, let me help you." Klay refused to watch you struggle to get up off the bed, extending his hands out to you and helping you to your feet. "Where are you going?" His question was laced with concern, ever since you got pregnant, he was extra careful of you, watching every step you took to make sure you were safe and comfortable.

"Just to shower, babe." Your belly shook as you laughed while walking to the closet to get a clean pair of pajamas.

"I'll get everything you need, just go ahead and shower, mama." Klay ushered you over to the bathroom, his hands on your lower back. You tried your best to hide your smile. If your husband wanted to dote on you, you weren't going to decline.

"Don't forget my socks please!" you called out from the shower, relishing the feeling of the hot water cascading over your sore body.

"Got it." He replied back to you, laying everything out on your side of the bed so it was easy for you to get dressed.

"And my lotion please?" You stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a warm, fluffy towel. Klay stood in front of your vanity, searching for your cocoa butter lotion. "Its in the top drawer", you directed him.

You took your time getting dressed before Klay helped you into the bed, tucking your legs underneath the blanket. You already felt your eyelids getting heavy as he began to gently rub the lotion onto your stomach. This had become a nightly ritual for the two of you, giving you a chance to relax, and Klay some quality time with you and the baby.

"He's about the size of a cauliflower today." You smiled at Klay's remark, placing your hand on his as he waited for the baby to kick. "How are you so sure its a boy?" The two of you had decided to wait until the birth to find out the gender of your first born.

"I don't know", he shrugged, "I only have brothers, and I just have a feeling that the Thompson bump is gonna be a boy." You cringed at the nickname, holding your tongue because you knew how much he loved it. "Well I love our cauliflower already, boy or girl." Klay hummed in agreement.

He pressed a few light kisses to your belly, the sensation tickling you. "What do you think about the name Wilson?" He asked casually, laying down next to you so he could press his cheek to your stomach. You scrunched your nose in disapproval. "Uh, huh, that was the name of my ex-boyfriend's dog."

Klay chuckled, "which boyfriend?", he trailed his fingers against your skin. "The one I was dating before I met you."

"Your mom would never admit it, but I knew she was in love with me the first time we met." Klay directed his words to the baby, chuckling to himself.

"Don't lie to our unborn baby, Klay!" you playfully slapped him on the arm. "You were definitely in love with me first."

"Don't listen to her, Wilson. She said I love you on the third date. She was crazy about me. She saw me put up those 60 points in a game, and she was all over me."

"We are not naming our baby, Wilson! If you want to know the truth, I knew you were the one on the first date, I just didn't want to seem too eager." Klay sat up, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

"Don't worry, I knew you were the one on our first date, too."

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magicxc · 2 years

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Double Trouble

Pairings: Lakeith Stanfield x Black!Fem!Reader x Klay Thompson

Word Count: 1494

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Back Shots, Anal Fingering, Spit 4 Lube, Daddy Kink Kinda, Dub-Con (if ya squint), Degradation? Lissen, it’s nasty okay!!

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The day is Friday and as the sun sets in the sky, it leaves behind a hue of oranges, pinks, and peaches alike; all mingled together on a celestial canvas. This visual is every painter's dream and the fact that I get to see it in real time adds something special to the occasion.

Breeze lightly blowing across my warm skin, this weather is nothing short of perfect. The whistles are music to my ears and as my hair flaps in the wind, I feel like something straight off a magazine. Though I doubt I’d currently look the part. If anything I’d most closely resemble your favourite playmate.

Folded in what I like to call the Center of Attention I couldn’t feel any more full than I do now. Positioned on Klay’s second-story balcony, the usually wide and spacious area is currently being occupied by an adventurous throuple, gurgling noises a faraway sound to add to the visually, and now acoustic evening.

Face smashed against Klays pelvis, breathing is currently a distant memory of the past, my only goal right now is to bring him over the edge. Air? Who is she? We don’t know her around these parts. And if the pressure on my neck doesn’t let up soon, I may become a distant memory myself.

Hands cradled around his balls, I’m massaging them as meticulously as I know he likes it while my other hand rests on his thigh for much needed support. His dick is touching my esophagus and I’m trying everything in my power to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose, only the hand wrapped around my neck is relentless as the grip tightens in its attempt to gag me on Klays dick.

Coupled with him actively thrusting his hips toward my face, I’m on the verge of passing out and if I die, I die. Though it isn't until the hand around my neck yanks me upright that I’m able to inhale in a necessary breath of air. Drool sliding down my chin and eyes glistening with unshed tears, my chest heavily pants as Lakeith pulls me up toward him to slap his lips on my own. Body snug against me, I can feel his steady heartbeat thumping against my back, as his tongue flicks over mine, teeth awkwardly clacking together in the heat of the moment.

“You’re doing so good for us baby,” is the voice that grumbles from beneath me.

Unwrapping his body from mine, Lakeith pulls my face away from his and roughly shoves me forward into my previous position. Latching his hand onto my neck, he’s quick to push me downward until Klays dick disappears in my mouth, instructing me to finish what you started, if you know what’s good for you.

Bobbing my head in earnest, I hollow out my cheeks and slurp him up like my life depends on it, cause it very well may. Hands securely wrapped around his thighs, the thin hairs that line them tickle my palms and I sink my fingers further into his skin in an effort to stay focused.

A hiss sounds from behind me and a sudden slap to my ass lurches me forward with a pained whimper sounding from the back of my throat. Spit seeping out from the corners of my mouth and eyes pooling with tears, I barely take notice of the way Lakeith is spreading my butt cheeks apart. It isn’t until I feel the drool slither down my ass crack do I feel him insert a finger inside my puckered hole. My body stiffens from the lack of preparation; wiggling away from his ministrations as my jaws loosen and efforts lessen from the surprise intrusion.

“Did someone tell you I was finished?” Klay scolded. “You only stop after my balls are drained and my dick goes soft.”

“You can act like you don’t want this Y/N, but the way your pussy drips for me tells a very different story,” Lakeith grumbled, adding another finger to the equation as he spits again.

Slowly building up my previous rhythm on Klays dick, I take my hand and jerk him steadily, squeezing with just enough pressure to bring him closer to the edge. The fingers inside of me drag across my walls much more slickly and the once burning sensation slowly dissolves into a pleasurable one.

My hips soon meet Lakeiths fingers, bouncing off his arm, as he thrusts them swiftly inside of me while I add my second hand to the hardened member sliding against my jaws. Clenched tightly in my fists, I start a twisting-jerking combo while my mouth clamps onto his head with a vicious suction. The wail that he lets out fills me with confidence, brows drawn together in determination, as the realisation hits me that I now have him in my clutches.

I feel my ass being spread once more but these hands are coming from beneath me, as opposed to behind, and before I have time to question it, I feel Lakeith shove his length into me to the brim. Leaving little time to adjust, he slowly thrusts his dick inside my slick cunt in the most delicious pattern, while the finger in my ass follows suit; pulling out as he drives in.

The whine that tumbles from my mouth gets muffled by the engorged head of Klays penis and I settle for quietly whimpering, breathing harshly through my nose as spittles of snot fly out; knowing better than to let up until he climaxes. The tears in my eyes brim over trailing down my face as my nipples rub against Klays thighs, adding to the trifecta of sensations that slowly become too much.

Removing my hands, I swallow him whole and grab onto his legs, watching closely as they begin to twitch. That, combined with the sloppy way that his hips meet my face lets me know that he’s finally fucking close. Ramming him through the trenches of my throat, my nose comes face to face with his ball sack, groaning in hopes that the vibrations will tip him over.

“Ohh come on baby, show daddy how well you can take him,” Klay taunts. “Dry those eyes and finish me off like a good girl.”

And oh bad I wanna be his good girl. How badly I wanna please him and hear all the filth that falls from the same lips he praises me with. And even when he turns my pain into his pleasure I’ll still be here, compliant as ever, cause that’s what good girls do.

“Don’t cry honey. It hurts doesn’t it,” Lakeith mocks. “But you take me so fucking good, look at how I’m stretching this pussy out Y/N.”

At that my brain turns hazy, cock drunk and dumb from all the emotions swirling through me. I almost forget to keep the suction going on Klay, my mouth slackened as he ruts into it gradually; using it as he so pleases.

“It’s too big for you isn’t it slut,” Lakeith grunted, voice thick with sarcasm as he sank his hand into my back to arch it. “You ain’t gotta do nothing except take my dick baby girl. Don’t think too hard, just take whatever I give you,” he says driving into me.

Shooting his release, like it was game 6, Klay roars through his orgasm, riding it out until his hips come to a stop, reminding me to swallow every fucking drop. Like I need to be told twice. Gulping down his children, I’m finally able to come up for a proper breath of fresh air as the wind whips across my drool ridden and cum covered face - spent as I collapsed into Klays lap, freeing my trapped moans into the evening sky.

“You did so good for daddy baby,” Klay praised. “Sluts like you deserve to be rewarded,” he added, attaching his mouth to my clit.

Tongue sliding between his lips, the cool moisture that surrounds it adds a pleasant contrast as it makes contact with my fiery bundle of nerves. Holding onto my ass cheeks for better support, he raises up and clamps his mouth down, adding a little teeth to the friction as he knows it’ll turn me to mush. Pulling back, he spits a thick glob of saliva on my pussy and reattaches his mouth to do further damage.

With Lakeith mercilessly pounding into me, even in my worn out state, he manages to pull a high-pitched shriek from me as he rides me through my orgasm. Hands balled into fists and eyes screwed shut, my brain shuts off entirely. Meanwhile the sob that I let out sends a flock of birds flying from a nearby tree; shoulders slumped forward too tired to move, even if I wanted to.

Klay finally lets up and Lakeith follows shortly behind, painting my walls with rope after rope of his thick seed; groaning heavily into warm air.

Phewwww what a scene amirite?! I FUCKING ADORE THIS PIECE from each line down to the punctuation. But to this day I still feel a little self conscious on if the position I described translated well on “paper” as it did my mind. Don’t get me wrong, y’all definitely know what’s going on and every cum covered detail in between but the sexual position itself? I dunno man. I mulled over this for the longest and couldn’t figure out a way to describe it without running on like Im doing now. Lmao so do enjoy the inspiration behind this pic and lemme know if this is what you envisioned. And if it wasn’t give it another read and lemme know if it’s any clearer!!

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official-sports · 1 year

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. . . . . . . #KlayThompson #DraymondGreen #GoldenStateWarriors #NBA #MLB #NFL #NHL #UAAP #NCAA #PBA #PSL #PVL #WNBA #Tennis #sport #sports #sportsday #lifeinism #sportsday #sportscenter #sportsillustrated #sportlife #sportday #sportsbar #sportsspecialties #sportive https://www.instagram.com/p/CmrDMblysdt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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silentsage · 2 years

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Clay Thompson 🙂💦@klaythompson #fanart #welcomeback #splashbrothers Congratulations Klay Thompson and @warriors 🙌 Back in the Finals 💪🏽 🫶🏽🏀 #dubnation💙💛 #nba #playoffs #finals #mvp #klaythompson #fan #goldenstatewarriors #dubcity #goldblooded #c4d #dailyrender #myworld #3dart #myart #prorenders #digitalart #cgi #cinema4d #abstractart #clay #fun #silentsage (at Chase Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeDEwzcPL2_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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usports · 3 months

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Golden State Warriors head coach Steve Kerr said Wednesday that he was still content despite the team’s 23-25 record.

Full Story Here: https://usports.org/steve-kerr-claims-that-warriors-dont-need-trade-despite-mediocre-record/

#goldenstatewarriors #stevekerr #klaythompson #stephcurry #draymondgreen

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fitness-trending-content · 4 months

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Klay Thompson on the In-Season Tournament | Nov. 27, 2023 🏀🎙️🏆 https://newsinfitness.com/klay-thompson-on-the-in-season-tournament-nov-27-2023/

#GoldenStateWarriors #KlayThompson

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nba24highlights · 1 year

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Lakers def. Warriors in Game 6, advance to Western Conference Finals vs. Nuggets NBA UNDISPUTED #NBA #nba24highlights #BAsketball #UNDISPUTED #ShannonSharpe #SkipBayless #LosAngelesLakers #Lakers #LeBronjames #AnthonyDAvis #StephCurry #KlayThompson #DraymondGreen #GoldenStateWarriors #Warriors #DenverNuggets #NikolaJokic #WesternConferenceFinals #Basketball #show #fs1 #foxsports #foxsports1 #sports #sportsnews #NBAonFOX #NBAonFS1 #nbaoffseason2022 #2023NBASeason #EasternConference #WesternConference #TheAssociation

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birdzflycom · 1 year

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Stephen Curry and Warriors Confident in Staying Together for Championship Quest

Img Source: https://www.wokv.com/resizer/_tGUXey3lah4rADMsBVkPlmKt9I=/800x0/filters:format(jpg):quality(70)/cloudfront-us-east-1.images.arcpublishing.com/cmg/C66XOJOWHEL3KWH5AICFLB55IQ.jpg Stephen Curry and his Golden State Warriors teammates are not ready to concede that their championship-winning run is over just yet. Despite falling to a 122-101 defeat in Game 6 to the Lakers, the team remains committed to chasing more titles together. Curry, along with Klay Thompson, Draymond Green, Kevon Looney and Andrew Wiggins, believes that they still have plenty left in the tank. The team had won four titles in eight years, making it to the NBA Finals in five consecutive seasons from 2015-2019. While the Warriors' elimination from the playoffs has led to speculation that the dynasty may be coming to an end, coach Steve Kerr believes that the core group still has championship potential. The team went through some challenges this year, including Green punching Jordan Poole during training camp, struggling on the road, and dealing with injuries to key players. Despite the setbacks, the players remain optimistic about the future and committed to making the necessary changes to come back stronger next season. The team is focused on putting together the best possible roster and ensuring that all the pieces fit together to become a legitimate championship contender once again. As the players come to terms with their early exit from the playoffs, they are taking time to regroup and reflect on the season. While it stings, they are determined to learn from their mistakes and use them as motivation to come back stronger next season. In conclusion, the Golden State Warriors are not ready to give up on their championship dreams. With a talented core group of players and a commitment to making the necessary changes, the team believes they can become a legitimate contender once again. Read the full article

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mpcu2 · 1 year

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studiosixarts · 1 year

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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The Player Next Door

Part One: We Got Off On the Wrong Foot

Warnings: language, references to nudity

A/N: Inspired by an anon's request, but decided to expand it into a mini series. This is going to a slow burn, adorable love story, because that's what I think Klay deserves 😊 There are no face claims for this fic, the below fics just give the vibe. Klay is about 25 in this series, reader is about 22.

"Can I have some more kale?" Scarlet swung her feet as she sat at the island situated in the middle of the expansive kitchen, watching you as you paced the room, your phone pinned between your ear and shoulder. Her little sister Rose sat next to her in her high chair, Greek yogurt smeared across her face.

"What do we say?" You whispered before pausing to allow her to remember her manners, the hold music from your call blaring in your ear.

"Please?" She whined, pushing out a pouty bottom lip. You placed some more sautéed Kale the chef had prepared for lunch on her plate.

"Thank you." You would never understand how a five year old could like vegetables as much as Scarlet did. Your childhood consisted of eating as many fruit snacks and pizza rolls as you could fit in your mouth, but you weren't raised in one of the most vain cities in the world, with a mother who considered a handful of almonds her cheat meal.

If someone told you that you'd be nannying for Los Angeles' elite when you were graduating from high school, you would have laughed yourself out of your graduation gown. Yet, here you were, covered in finger paint daily trying to keep two children entertained.

In your defense, childcare wasn't a part of the future you had planned for yourself. You were on a track to become a surgeon, a full scholarship to UNC for undergrad waiting for you on the other side of the graduation stage. You were thinking John Hopkins for medical school, and your parents were clinging to the idea of Harvard, but either way, you were going to be a surgeon, even if it killed you.

You weren't exactly sure where it went wrong. You were just a few credits shy of graduating from UNC when you broke up with your boyfriend, someone you'd been with since freshman year of high school, and you were beyond heartbroken. Suddenly the life that you had planned out for yourself seemed suffocating and ridiculous, and you needed an escape. You packed up your car and drove in any direction that would get you as far as possible from where you currently were, and landed in Los Angeles.

You spent the first couple of months sleeping on the couch of your best friend Tess, who moved out west to pursue her dream of being an actress. You spent your days searching job sites, desperate to find someone who would hire you. It was five very long months before Tess introduced you to one of her actor friends who nannied for some of the richest families in Beverly Hills, and you were lucky enough to get a job with the Nortons.

Ronald Norton, plastic surgeon to the stars, and his wife Alison, welcomed you with as open of arms as someone who had undergone more cosmetic procedures than a Real Housewife, could. Their house was nestled in the costal town of Dana Point, flanked on each side by professional athletes and A-list actors. They trusted you with their children, and in turn, you made enough money to live comfortably in Los Angeles with only one roommate, a true feat. Six months after they hired you, you were finally starting to get comfortable living on the west coast.

"UCLA Admissions, Clara speaking." You picked your phone up when you heard a voice on the receiving end.

"Hi, my name is Y/N. I have been trying to get in touch with the Dean of Admissions, Gary Clark." You shifted your weight onto your left hip. You had spent the last couple of weeks trying to get an update on your application for UCLA's pre-med undergrad program. You weren't sure if you still wanted to be a surgeon, but getting your college degree had always been a goal of yours and you wanted to check it off your list.

"I'm sorry, he is out of office for the rest of the day, can I take a message?" The receptionist's tone let you know she really didn't care to take a message for you, and there was a chance it would never reach the dean.

You were defeated before you could even start. "No, I'll just try calling back another time. Thanks." You pressed 'End Call' on your phone screen harder than you intended, you phone clattering against the marble countertop.

"What's wrong, Nana?" Scarlett looked at you with a confused expression, her head tipped to the side. You chuckled at her nickname for you. When you first started, she was just about to turn two and couldn't pronounce nanny, instead referring you to as Nana, and you decided it was close enough, the nickname still sticking till this day.

"Nothing." You propped your elbows on the island, your chin resting on your fists. You gave her a soft smile, knowing she would worry that you were sad otherwise. "Just don't be in any rush to grow up, okay?"

Scarlett nodded, not really understanding what you meant. "Can we watch Moana?" she asked, a wide grin on her face. Rose interrupted with a squeal, her way of letting you know she was done with her lunch.

"Sure. Let me help you down." Just as you placed Scarlett on the ground, you heard the doorbell ring. You shuffled in your socks to the front door, and opened it to find a small brown wrapped package on the door mat. A quick check of the address label revealed it was actually for the house next door.

For the most point, the Norton's neighborhood was pretty quiet and filled with other families with kids around Scarlett and Roses' ages, but the house next door was the exception. You always saw the neighbor leaving in his Porsche every morning, the windows tinted so you couldn't see inside. You knew he was in the NBA, having learned that after probing Allison for information. You hadn't even bothered to ask who the player was because you couldn't care less about basketball, let alone any sport. The only thing you knew about the house next door, was that for the past few weeks it had been a revolving door of different women, all model-caliber, draped in designer clothing. The houses themselves were huge, most boasting five bedrooms, but because they were on the beach, they were rather close to each other. You had been subjected to music at all hours of the night when the owner hosted parties, which was most weekends. You were pretty sure he was paying off neighborhood security, because all of your noise complaints were ironically falling on deaf ears.

"C'mon, we need to make a quick fieldtrip." You slung Rose on your hip and grabbed Scarlett's hand, making your way out of the house and down the walkway. The house was tastefully decorated, a nod to the seaside evident in the landscaping touches. It wasn't at all what you thought an NBA player's house would look like. You allowed Scar to press the doorbell, the little girl eager to participate. When the door finally opened, you weren't the least bit surprised to see a blonde standing there, donning a bikini, a sarong slung low around her hips.

"Yes?" Her arrogant tone immediately angered you.

"Here." You shoved the package in her direction. "Tell your boyfriend to check the address on his packages. They keep coming to the house next door." Your tone was laced with irritation, but you didn't care. They obviously didn't know a thing about consideration, so you weren't so eager to return it.

"You're so pretty. You look like Barbie." Scarlett clapped her hands together, her eyes growing wide as she looked at the woman. You looked down at your stained UNC sweatshirt, random spots of baby food and finger paint creating its own abstract design on the surface. You sure didn't look like Barbie.

"Who is it, babe?" You heard a deep voice travel from the far end of the house. You were just able to make out the silhouette of a man coming out of the pool. You weren't able to see much except for the fact that he was very tall and very toned, the contours of his muscles visible from where you stood.

"Some girl." You scoffed. You weren't a model, but you certainly weren't just some girl. "C'mon Scarlett, let's go." You grabbed her hand and pulled her down the walkway, back over to your house.

****

You threw yourself on the couch, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. The Norton's had two living rooms and a separate family room with a projector and all of the streaming services you could think of. The couple was out late at a benefit, as if they needed another reason for the veritable whos-who of the city to get together and drink and laugh about how much money they had. At least, you were pretty sure that's what happened at those parties. You'd never been to one before.

You had just put the girls to bed, Scarlett giving you the usual hard time, but after three stories, two songs, and the promise of ice cream tomorrow, the house was finally quiet. You flipped through the Netflix catalogue before deciding to catch up on 'Love is Blind'. Nick Lachey barely had enough time to be a bad host before you heard the vibrations of a beat against the walls. The sound quickly grew louder, and you could make out that yet again, the neighbor was determined to ruin your Friday night, their music blaring even through layers of brick and drywall.

You thought about calling security for a second, but at this point you had called so many times they knew you by name and probably wouldn't answer. You were at your wits end. You grabbed the baby monitor and slipped on your sneakers before leaving the house.

****

You had flashbacks to college parties as you approached the neighbor's house. The front lawn was trashed, solo cups and beer cans scattered about the grass. The front door was wide open, people coming in and out as they pleased. You pushed past a couple of drunk girls, and carefully stepped over a guy sleeping in the middle of the concrete walkway.

The house was so packed, you could barely see across the room, and though you didn't recognize anyone, you were sure there were D-list celebrities and wannabe singers among the crowd. When you approached the kitchen, you recognized the blonde from earlier in the day. She had a handle of vodka in her grip, swaying side to side as she talked to a guy who looked way more into her than she was him.

"Hey!" She jumped when she noticed you, quickly wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. She reeked of liquor, but still looked perfect, her makeup still in place. You'd remember to ask her for some makeup tips when you weren't so pissed off.

"Where's your boyfriend?" You shouted over the music, leaning toward her.

"I don't have a boyfriend!" She called back, scrunching her nose. You rolled your eyes. She was so drunk she couldn't even remember her own boyfriend.

"Where's the guy who own's this house?" You decided on a different approach, hoping she'd at least know the answer to this question.

"Oh!" She paused, letting out a hiccup. "He left!"

"He left his own house party?" The blond was draped over you at this point, her hands on your shoulders for support. She simply nodded, her eyelids heavy. You draped her arm over your shoulder and helped her to a couch before leaving. You pulled your phone out of back pocket, pressing three numbers. If security wasn't going to help you, the police would have to do.

"Hello, I'd like to report a robbery. The address is 132 Monarch Bay Drive."

****

The next morning, instead of pulling into the Norton's driveway, you parked your car at the sidewalk in front of the neighbor's house. After the police arrived and cleared out the house last night, you started to feel slightly bad. Even though he wasn't there last night when you called the police, you were sure he knew what happened, and would easily be able to put two and two together that you were the one who made the call. It was time for you to actually meet the infamous neighbor.

You did a double take as you walked to the front door. The front yard was completely clean, not at all like what you saw last night. You thought for a second you might have dreamt the whole thing, until you saw a crushed beer can nestled in one of the topiaries by the landing.

It took whoever was inside a minute to answer the door. You truly didn't know who you expected to answer, but it certainly wasn't him. True to the figure you had seen yesterday, this guy was tall, taller than you expected actually, and lean, a typical basketball player physique. You felt yourself blush as he looked at you, his hair in tight dark curls, beard and mustache both freshly lined up. His navy t-shirt read "Golden State Warriors" on the front, black basketball shorts completing his outfit. He tightly gripped a white trash bag in his hand, which was half full with trash.

"Can I help you?" He sounded tired and as if your interruption was the last thing he needed right now. You decided to push past it. "Hi, I live next door, well actually I nanny next door, and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for calling the cops-"

"You're the one who called the cops?" His grip on the bag was tighter now, his fingers threatening to rip through the plastic at any second.

"Uh, yes, but I'm taking care of two girls who need to sleep or they're really fucking cranky, and I don't know if you've been with two cranky children all day, but it isn't for the weak." You could hear yourself rambling, but couldn't stop. You saw a small smile creep onto his face as he grazed his fingers against his jawline, listening to you talk.

"Anyway, I just wanted to say I'm sorry." You gestured past him into the house, that still looked a complete mess. He didn't move, his face soft as he continued to stare at you. "I'll let you get back to cleaning." You quickly turned on your heels in the other direction, hoping he couldn't see the mortified look on your face.

"I guess I owe you a thank you." You stopped in your tracks as he called after you. "I'm sorry?" You questioned back over your shoulder.

"I said, I guess I have you to thank." You were face to face again. You noticed new things about him this time. How kind his brown eyes were, the ways the corners of his mouth dipped down so he was always slightly frowning.

"I don't understand." Your brow furrowed. You expected him to be furious, upset with you at the least. You had literally crashed his party.

"Yeah, I actually live in Oakland during the season, only come down here in the summer. I was letting my little brother borrow my place. Won't let that happen again." He lifted the trash bag up, earning a chuckle from you. "Had no idea this was going on."

"Really wish you would have stopped me from rambling, saved me the embarrassment." You rocked back and forth on your feet.

"Why? I thought it was cute. I'm Klay." He extended a hand out and you quickly accepted, hoping you didn't seem too eager. "Y/N."

"I'm having a get together tonight with a couple of my teammates. Celebrate the off season. As a thank you for putting an end to this, would love if you could come. Promise its nothing like what you saw last night." He held up his hands in defense, noticing your hesitation. "You can bring a friend if you want, it'll be really casual."

"Sure." You nodded, giving him a smile. "Thanks." You took off down the walkway again, this time slower, hoping he'd stop you again. You heard the door close behind you as you let out a sharp breath.

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