#case cizikas x y/n

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Road Trip | Isles Drabble

“Who decided this was a good idea again?”

Casey and Matty wear the same concerned faces, unsure about the road trip ahead.

“Relax Zeeker it’ll be fine,” you promise throwing a bag into the back of the car in which both boys roll their eyes at you.

“Boys! Let’s go!” you yell out to the remaining few isles stars who are taking forever.

Barzy, Tito, Oliver, Noah, and Anders bound out of your house, bags in hand and ready to head out.

Casey and Matty make sure everything is set and the eight of you climb into the rented SUV. You and Casey up front, Anders and Matty behind you, Barzy and Tito behind them, and Noah and Oliver all the way in the back.

“Why are we all the way back here?” Noah shouts.

“Because our princess has to sit up front,” Mat jokes and you whip around with a mischievous smile.

“You’re damn right,” you respond and the boys laugh.

“Also, seniority,” Anders chimes in and the rest of the boys roll their eyes.

“Everybody set?” Casey asks looking in the back through the rear view mirror.

The boys all respond in affirmatives and Casey sets off. The eight of you had planned this road trip for after the off season and as the isles schedule wound down, you became more and more excited.

You decided on Myrtle Beach, somewhere you had been plenty of times but the boys had never really been. It was a solid 12 hour drive but between the eight of you, it would hopefully be a breeze.

You grab the charger in the car, your phone somehow already dying in the 20 minutes you’ve been driving and it effectively steals aux. You scroll through your music, the boys not being totally checked out yet so you knew you could mess with them.

You scroll through your music, instantly clicking on Auston Matthews by Svdvm. The boys groan in unison and you can’t help but cackle loudly.

“Casey!! Why did you let her have aux?” Noah yells from the back.

“Suck my dick Noah, it’s a good song!” you yell back.

“Hush children!” Anders yells and you and Noah laugh ridiculously loud.

You continue through a rotation of songs that annoy each boy individually. By the time you’re finished, Zeeker pulls over and switches with Marty. You hop into one of the back seats, popping on a pair of beats and diving into one of the many books you brought with you.

You’re three quarters of the way done when someone taps your head and you look to see Anders staring at you.

“How did you do that?” he asks in awe.

“What?”

“You read that entire book in an hour.”

“It’s been that long already?” you ask, grabbing your phone to check the time.

Anders continues to stare like you’re an anomaly he’s never seen before just as Marty pulls over to get gas. You all get out, running to the bathroom, stretching, grabbing snacks, and switching seats.

You hop into the driver seat, deciding to focus on the road for a bit and tune out by yourself. When the boys come back out to see you, they stare.

“And what if I don’t want to see (y/n) drive? Is this where I catch a flight?” Oliver asks and you lean out the window to flip him off.

“Alright dorks,” Casey says, shoving Oliver into the car.

“(y/n), please go the speed limit,” Barzy asks and you gape at him.

“I’m the best driver out of all of y’all.”

“Whatever you say, baby.”

You end up driving for a good 2 hours and only stop when Noah offers to drive. You two switch off and somehow you end up in the far back with Beau sitting next to you.

“You okay bubs?” he asks and you realize your eyes had slowly been fluttering shut.

“Just tired,” you wave it off.

Beau frowns, leaning over to unbuckle your seatbelt and pull you in. Your head lands on his lap and the comfort is so strong you’re asleep in seconds.

“Should we wake her?”

“Nah just let her sleep.”

Your eyes fight to open but ultimately stay closed, the boys' voices floating around you. You feel hands around you and suddenly you’re lifted into the air.

You assume you’ve finally made it to your happy place, excited to start vacation with your best friends in the world.

“She really suggested a road trip just to fall asleep in the end?” Mat asks extremely close, no doubt being the one holding you.

“Yeah,” Marty says. “But she is kind of adorable.”

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Night Swimming | Casey Cizikas

You and Casey walk down the boardwalk back to your condo, hand in hand after getting dinner nearby. The wind blows through your hair, pushing it back from your face and nearly whipping into Casey’s eyes.

As you near your secluded condo, the pool in the backyard comes into view. Casey turns to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eye and you raise an eyebrow back at him.

“Wanna go for a dip?” he asks, already pulling you towards the pool.

“But,” you pout, wanting to lay in bed and not move for the next three days.

“Just for a little,” he persuades and with a tug of your hands you succomb into him.

“Fine,” you let out and Casey grins.

He pulls you towards the pool like an excited child, once reaching the pool gate, Casey leans down and punches in the key code before swinging the door open and extending a hand outwards to you.

“Ladies first,” he says an you step through the gate.

Casey comes in behind you, slipping arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your neck. You lean into his touch and he slips his arms from your waist to your shoulders, running his hands over the open skin. He skims the zipper of your dress and you hum, letting him know he can release the clothing.

You feel his hands trail down to the bottom of the zipper before letting go and taking a step back. The dress drops from your body and you step out of it, turning to look at Casey. His eyes rake over your body and you try to breathe underneath the intensity of his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” Casey whispers and you blush as you cross your arms over your chest.

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling back and stripping out of his own clothes. He pulls his shirt over his head and your eyes fall to the tattoo covering his arms and shoulder, your heart pulling at the sight. His eyes meet yours once again and a smirk lights up his face.

“Come here,” he says and you step towards him.

His arms come around your waist again and before you can even slip your hands around his shoulders, he grabs onto you and throw the two of you into the pool. You can’t even react, only able to swim to the surface and laugh when Casey’s head pops up in front of you.

“Zeeker you asshole,” you joke and splash a bit of water at him.

“You love me,” he says smiling devilishly.

You swim over to him, treading water and watching as his blue eyes light up against the darkness. He pulls you in again, his hands running deliciously over your body and sending shockwaves to your nerves.

“I told you so,” he sing songs and you tilt your head.

“Told me what?”

“That this was gonna be the best vacation ever,” he says.

“Whatever you say baby,” you respond and lean your head onto his chest.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Driving through the city with Casey

this barely follows the prompt 👁👄👁

One hand on the wheel, the other relaxed on your thigh, fingers trailing over the open skin peeking out of the rips in your jeans. Goosebumps rise over your legs as Casey holds onto you.

Your eyes wander to the city before you, lit up like it wasn’t almost midnight and people were most likely asleep. Casey had taken you out to dinner after his game and now you head back to his apartment.

Your tongue darts out over your lip, feeling the chapped skin peek out. You lean down, grabbing your small purse from the car floor and digging through it before taking out your chapstick and lipgloss.

You weren’t wearing much makeup but lip gloss was always a necessity to you. You uncap the glossier birthday cake balm and dab it onto your middle finger. You swipe it across without a second though before recapping the tube and tossing it back into your purse.

Casey can’t help his wandering eyes as your movements distract him. He didn’t know what, but watching the love of his life put in lip gloss entranced him every single time.

He watches as you pull the visor down, flicking open the mirror and peering up into it. Your hand absentmindedly taps the tube against your leg, trying to get rid of the air bubbles stuck in the product. Casey’s eyes flick back and forth between the road and you, praying he could get home faster, pull over, hit a red light, literally anything just to watch you swipe the makeup over your lips.

His prayers come true, pulling into the private apartment complex and parking his car. When he turns towards you, you’ve lifted the wand to your lips, dabbing the gloss on and closing your mouth briefly before popping them. Casey nearly falls to pieces at the action.

You finally cap the lip gloss and toss it into your bag before turning to Casey. One hand slips around your neck, pulling you deep into a kiss and the breath leaves you instantly. His tongue darts out, running over your lips, and effectively destroying your newly glossed lips. You’re breathless when he pulls away and swings open his car door before rushing over to yours.

You’re in a daze as he swiftly lifts you into his arms, carrying you inside with his lips attached to yours the whole time.