#blue for lake. blue for lake. blue for lake

[herman-draws]

beginning the year with meme redraws

[aregebidan]

[ID: Three photos of a golden sun in a clear winter sky reflected on the still surface of a lake. Pale blue, cold purple, and soft pink are the most prominent colors in the photos. End ID.]

by Gerald Tourniaire

[fozzieosbourne]

Baby boy in blue velvet 🩵

💙🩵💙🥶🦋🧢🐟🐬🚙

💙🩵💙🐳🥏👥🦕🅿️🔵

💙🩵💙👖🚹🈳👔🥣🌐

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Yes, it's a lot of white, but look at this renewed 1938 fairy tale cottage in Twin Peaks, CA. 1bd, 1ba, 750 sq ft, $320k. It's already under contract, b/c it's so cute. It looks good white, but it's also a blank slate for adding color.

The cozy living room has a beautiful big stone fireplace.

Double doors let in lots of natural light and open to a large deck.

The living room is the hub of the home and the other rooms branch out from it.

A table and chairs are placed in front of this lovely window with a simple light fixture above.

There's the kitchen.

It's small, but compact and has everything you need.

There's also the bath under the stairs.

It's very cute.

And, there's also a laundry closet.

The bedroom is up the stairs.

I love the shape of the ceiling. I think that would paint a pale shade of blue.

And, look at the extra bed in the little hidey hole.

Large deck outside the living room.

There's also a firepit and a little shed.

The deck leads to a path and stairs that go down to the parking area. It's a 4,890 sq ft lot.

The cute little home glows so prettily at night.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/26433-Lake-Forest-Dr-Twin-Peaks-CA-92391/17413998_zpid/?

[ikkyfics]

hii, this is my first time requesting but can you write about reader waking dave up bc she just needs him?

I Need You

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: You bit your lip. Of course he would be worried. Dave was like that, without any sharp edges. And fuck, you loved him so much. He didn’t even suspect your perverted reasons for waking him up in the middle of the night on a weekday. But you couldn’t help it.

Warnings: smut

A/N: Hi love, I hope you like this <333 more notes at the end of the post

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Dave thought he was dreaming. He felt something soft press against his jaw, as well as a familiar weight against his chest. His eyes remained closed until he heard a voice, your voice, calling him. “Davie,” you whispered, your mouth just below the shell of his ear. Your lips brushed against the soft skin, sending shivers down his spine. “Is it morning yet?” He asked, his voice still sleepy and huskier, steeped in doubt, his eyes narrowed as he took in the dim light that enveloped the room. “Not yet,” you answered, your voice low. Glancing at the clock next to his bedside, he was surprised to see that it was a few hours until dawn. He turned to you, his brows furrowed, you could almost hear the gears in his brain turning to figure out why he was being woken up. “Babe? Are you okay? Did something happen?” You bit your lip. Of course he would be worried. Dave was like that, without any sharp edges. And fuck, you loved him so much. He didn’t even suspect your perverted reasons for waking him up in the middle of the night on a weekday. But you couldn’t help it. Not after waking up from such a hot dream. The images were still in your mind, clear as a crystal-clear lake. Dave between your legs, filling you until nothing else existed. But then you woke up, your chest rising and falling unevenly, a light layer of sweat covering your skin and wet, so wet that you suspected your underwear was forever ruined. And Dave was beside you, sleeping soundly, his dark curls spread out on the soft pillow, forming a halo around your head, his eyelids closed covering his blue eyes. His lips parted and a relaxed expression molding his features. Painfully beautiful. You couldn’t just go back to sleep, not with the discomfort between your legs. But a part of you regretted waking up, but any regret evaporated from your mind with the liquid heat that had accumulated in your panties. “Davie…” you began, choosing your words for a moment. “I need you.” He stared at her in shock, his eyebrows almost reaching his hairline, and you bet a lovely shade of pink stained his cheeks. “H-how?”

“I need you,” you repeated, this time emphasizing the words. Dave shifted in bed, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, as if he was still struggling to wake up. It was cute. “Do you, uh… need me?” “Yes, Davie,” you replied sweetly, taking the liberty of leaning closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, letting your lungs fill with his scent. Your mouth quickly began peppering kisses on the soft flesh, feeling him swallow. “I need you. I want you.” You spilled the words close to his ear, your fingers slowly wrapping around his. “I-“ Dave began, but the words died when you guided his hand to your soaked panties. A sigh bubbled out of your lips at the touch. “Fuck,” he groaned, feeling his fingers instantly grow wet. “You’re melting, baby.” “I know,” you swallowed, shuddering as he pressed the pad of his finger against your sensitive flesh. “Davie, please… oh, I need-” Your words were replaced by a moan as he pulled the undergarment away, taking his precious time to run it through your wet folds, delicately spreading your sweet arousal.

He didn’t need any more explanations. It wasn’t hard to push you until your back sank into the mattress, you were like putty in his hands. His fingers quickly tangled in the elastic of your panties, dragging the undergarment down your legs, ripping it from your body. Dave stopped, just for a moment, to enjoy the view. You were supple and needy between the sheets, your chest rising and falling out of rhythm, your skin bathed only by the little light filtering through the window. You did the impossible, every time he looked at you, you looked even more beautiful. His cock ached desperately, awakening to life, but it wasn’t about him. It was about you.

“You’re so beautiful.” That was all he said before he leaned in towards you, kissing you wildly. Feeling how hungry you were, desperate for any touch. You sighed against his lips, the fingers of your left hand quickly finding their way to his curls, tugging at them until you heard a low sound scratch the back of his throat. He continued to devour your mouth, stealing your breath — as if you didn’t give it up willingly. Dave was the kind of man who enjoyed kissing as much as making love. He kissed you like you were all that mattered, like you were his first and last. His kisses were like an I love you said up close.

When you pulled away, his mouth quickly found the soft flesh of your jaw, leaving hot kisses on your skin, making your eyes close involuntarily. You gripped his arms, your fingers curling over his biceps, as if that would be enough to keep you anchored to reality.

He continued with the kisses, lifting your shirt until your breasts were free. His mouth watered at the sight. The hard nipples that begged for attention. It sent a throb straight to his cock. Fuck. How could you be so perfect? ​​

His fingers reached your ribs, tracing lazy half circles before trailing down to the soft curve of your breast, watching as your breath hitched. His thumb found the hard peak, circling it a few times before his lips were there, sucking as if he needed it to live.

You moaned, arching your body in silent surrender, whimpering at the feeling of growing discomfort in your weeping pussy. With your mind clouded with pleasure, you didn’t even notice when his fingers slipped into the narrow space between your bodies. Dave pressed the tip of one finger into your slippery entrance, forcing his way into the narrow channel.

He knew what to do to please you, you had already taught him.

“Fuck, fuck, please!” You whimpered, rolling your hips to follow his movements, feeling as if your blood had been replaced by liquid fire.

Dave lifted his head, savoring the situation. There were few times when you acted more submissive, but to be honest, he liked being in control, but he liked it even more when you made him lose it.

As if sensing the intensity of his gaze, you opened your eyes. Watching his face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration, and without his glasses, he must not have been able to see properly — but nothing in the world would make him take his hands off you. A smile curved one corner of his mouth, the familiarity of the gesture made your chest tighten. But it wasn’t like you were capable of complex thoughts, not now. He filled you with a second finger, his thumb tracing circles on your clit and you swore you saw stars. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer until your mouths collided in a clumsy kiss, your tongue tangling with his, you whimpered. “Please, make me cum,” you begged, feeling your lower belly heave mercilessly.

With his forehead still pressed against yours, Dave bit his lip, stifling a moan. He sank his fingers knuckle-deep into your pussy. “You will,” he assured, his voice huskier and lower, reverberating through your body. He added a third finger, your walls doing little to resist the invasion, he thrust in and out, coating his fingers with your arousal. You moaned, spreading your legs a little wider.

He fucked you faster, your hot, tight pussy contracting against him, as if wanting to take him deeper. You writhed, your hips lifting to meet his fingers every time he withdrew them. The wet sound mixed with your moans filled the room. It was music to his ears, his rock-hard cock twitching against his soft sweats.

“Davie, I… I’m gonna… oh.”

Your entire body tensed, then your legs shook violently as your head fell back, your lips parted in a moan. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers, saying his name like a cunning kitten.

Dave felt his own orgasm approaching. He withdrew his fingers and settled himself over you, settling himself more comfortably between your legs. “I need to feel you, love,” he said breathlessly, pressing a quick kiss to your mouth before pulling his cock from his pants. The thick tip leaked pre-cum as he pressed it against your pussy, grinding against your sensitive clit before fitting it at your entrance. He thrust in, a moan rumbling in his throat as you welcomed him, hot and sweet, just right, embracing every inch of him passionately. Dave tilted his head back, shuddering, controlling himself from spilling out at the same moment, his reactions so violent.

You dug your fingers into his back, whimpering from the overstimulation, your eyelashes fluttering.

Dave spoke your name as if it were a prayer, a blessing, or worship. Whispering words of love, telling you how perfect you were, how much he wanted you with every thrust.

He enjoyed the sight of you fervently. Your hair spread out on the pillowcase, your body flushed and trembling, your lips red and swollen from his kisses, and your eyes… oh, your eyes, clouded with pleasure and bright. You were his undoing. His hips lost their rhythm as he spilled himself into your pussy. You thought you had reached the fullness of your pleasure, but with hot ropes of cum filling your cunt, you moaned weakly.

Dave buried his face in your shoulder, breathing in the musky scent of your skin in an attempt to regain some control before lifting his face. He brought a hand to your face, brushing away a strand of hair that had stuck to your skin thanks to the sweat. “I wouldn’t mind waking up like this more often,” he smiled. You gave him an embarrassed smile, turning your face to leave a kiss on his hand on your cheek. “I’ll remember that.”

A/N: to be honest, this is the first time I've (really) written a smut in a while, so I'm kind of nervous

[hottapvswr]

Do blue lakes count?

[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Love Lake ;

Pairing; fem!reader x loser!Niki Synopsis; When Ni-ki moved to your neighbourhood, he didn’t think much of it—until he met you. One night, he unexpectedly shows up at your house, and a calm walk transforms into a seducing game by the lake. Between playful teasing and intimate touches, the tension between you grows, impossible to ignore. Genre; Fluff (a bit suggestive) Warning; Suggestive content; Mentions of alcohol; Ni-ki is as cute loser; nudity; cute tension; profanity; Words; 3.7k Masterlist

A/N: I really like this post, its very cute and sexy and I love Ni-ki <3 I hope you guys like it too, reblogs and likes are always appreciated, thank you so much <3 (this is a repost)

Ni-ki is certainly out of his mind.

It’s 2 a.m., and he’s walking to your house on this warm summer night. The moon is his only companion, casting a soft blue shadow on the ground as he steps. A heavy backpack weighs on his shoulders, but the happy smile on his lips and the quickened beat of his heart reveal his excitement at the thought of seeing you again. Ni-ki moved to your neighbourhood with his parents a few months ago, and you were the one who helped him when he needed it most. That small act of kindness marked the beginning of your friendship.

You are a short-tempered girl with long black hair, a sweet smile, and captivating brown eyes. Ni-ki still remembers the first time he talked to you. He was going door to door, asking if anyone knew a mechanic because his car wouldn’t start—he’d left an interior light on and drained the battery. He was mortified during that first conversation. Your voice had been calm, but your expression wasn’t so welcoming. The way you raised an eyebrow at him as he explained made him blush like a twelve-year-old. Thankfully, your dad turned out to be a mechanic and helped him out. Since then, Ni-ki hasn’t left you alone, especially after discovering you went to the same university as him.

As he approaches your house, Ni-ki thinks back to the last time you hung out. It was in your small apartment near campus. The windows were wide open to combat the summer heat, and the two of you were playing cards, listening to the latest Chase Atlantic album, and drinking beer. Everything was going perfectly—at least for you. You were finally winning a game after weeks of losing streaks, and Ni-ki was starting to sulk because he hated losing. Frustrated, he angrily threw his last few cards onto the table, accidentally knocking over his beer.

The can tipped, spilling its stinky contents all over your chest, lap, and the couch.

“NI-KI, WHAT THE FUCK!” you shouted, glaring at him with wide eyes. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, and there was no hiding the fury blazing in your expression.

You had been wearing one of your favorite blouses—a burgundy one—and now it was soaked. The stain seemed like it would be permanent, all because Ni-ki couldn’t control his temper.

Ni-ki knew exactly how much that blouse meant to you, and guilt gnawed at him. Panicking, he grabbed a handful of tissues from the coffee table and pressed them against your chest, frantically trying to dry you off. His intentions were innocent, but when his eyes drifted to where his hand was, he froze. His face turned beet red as he glanced back up at you, only to realize how close the two of you were.

Your heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze, and you instinctively closed your eyes, expecting him to kiss you. Seconds passed, but nothing happened. Confused, you opened your eyes slowly, only to find Ni-ki staring at you with one eyebrow raised, his expression equal parts puzzled and amused.

You blushed furiously and immediately pushed him away, yelling at him for being so careless and ruining your blouse. Disappearing into the kitchen, still mumbling angrily to yourself, Ni-ki stayed behind, lying comfortably on the floor. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He couldn’t help but grin like an idiot at the memory of your flushed face because he knew how rare it was for you to get embarrassed around him.

Now, standing in front of your house, Ni-ki smiles to himself at the thought of that incident. Maybe there’s something more between you two than just friendship. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he types a quick text: I’m outside. He knows that’s all it will take to get your attention.

Dressed in an oversized white t-shirt and some sporty shorts, you’re lying on your bed, engrossed in a book while listening to music—your go-to routine when you’re determined to finish a story. The soft buzz of your phone pulls you out of your bubble, and you can’t help but smile when you see Ni-ki’s text. Sliding open your window, you step outside and walk calmly to the balcony at the front of your house. The night breeze is warm, offering no relief from the lingering summer heat.

“What are you doing here at this time, Kiki?” you ask, teasing him with the nickname you know he hates, leaning against the glass railing.

“I couldn’t sleep… And I know you have trouble sleeping sometimes, so I thought we could hang out,” Ni-ki replies, raising an eyebrow as he casually ignores the nickname. Despite his nonchalance, you give him a small smile. You know how often he gets stuck in his head, and it’s no surprise that it keeps him awake.

“We can’t stay at my parents’ house this late at night…” you say, pausing to think. “Let’s take a walk instead, maybe?” you suggest. Ni-ki nods eagerly at the idea, his expression softening at the thought of spending more time with you.

To be honest, it didn’t matter where you two were going or what you were doing—Ni-ki just wanted to be close to you. The two of you wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood, chatting softly as the full moon followed your steps. The streetlights served as your only guide, casting a warm glow over the quiet streets. You found yourself laughing at the stupid jokes Ni-ki made about people at uni, and in the midst of your laughter, your gaze drifted to the fine man walking beside you.

Riki towered over you, almost double your height. His brown ends blended with blonde roots, making his hair look irresistibly soft, his bangs nearly obscuring his whole face. Your eyes lingered on his tired yet captivating eyes and his plump lips, hating how they always seemed so inviting. For the first time, you noticed how muscular he had become, the dance classes clearly working wonders on his physique. His biceps were easily visible to your wandering eyes, and his shoulders were broader now, exuding strength. God, he made your knees weak without even trying.

A fresh, earthy smell from the surrounding trees caused you to momentarily close your eyes, savoring the cool breeze brushing against your skin. As you relished the comfortable silence between you and Ni-ki, the distant sound of water flowing caught your attention. A mischievous idea sparked in your mind.

“Look, there’s a small lake over there. Let’s get closer—I love the sound of the water,” you said eagerly, your eyes lighting up at the thought. Ni-ki didn’t respond immediately; instead, he stared into your eyes, completely mesmerized by the way they sparkled under the moonlight’s soft blue hue.

You gently grabbed Riki’s hand and pulled him toward the water. Carefully, you led him through tall trees and wild grass to a small clearing that resembled an island, covered in soft sand and surrounded by water on all sides except one. Ni-ki, however, seemed frozen in place, his gaze fixed on your slender hand intertwined with his. Your skin was warm and soft against his, and the simple touch left him stunned.

“This is so calming. I love it,” Riki said in a husky voice, casting a shy glance at you as he let the peaceful atmosphere settle around him.

You decided to sit down near the water, hoping the soothing sound of the flowing stream and the chorus of nighttime creatures would ease your mind. Ni-ki followed suit, settling down beside you. A comfortable silence enveloped you both, and when you turned your head to look at the handsome boy beside you, your gaze met his. You held eye contact for a while, feeling a strange sense of safety under his gaze and comfort in his presence.

Ni-ki’s thoughts began to wander as he looked into your eyes. He loved your eyes—where others might call brown unremarkable, he found them magical. The way your coffee-colored irises complemented your jet-black hair and soft skin only solidified his belief that he might be in love with you. He could lose himself in those eyes forever, and he would do so gladly.

While he was lost in his thoughts, you asked him a question. The way his eyes widened in surprise sent you into a fit of laughter. Your laugh echoed through the tall trees, mingling with the sound of the flowing water in the distance.

“I dare you to go into the water. Clothes are optional,” you repeated, leaning closer to his face and winking. “What? Are you too scared?” you teased, crossing your arms over your chest as a playful smile spread across your lips.

“Nah. You just make me do stupid things and never do them with me,” Ni-ki replied without hesitation.

You pushed him playfully, feigning offense but feeling a little ashamed too—because he was right. You always dared him to do silly things but chickened out at the last minute, leaving him to look like a fool.

“OK, OK. I’ll go first this time. You can follow me… if you can keep up,” you declared, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Childish,” Riki muttered, but before he could say anything else, his mouth dropped open.

You bent over, straightening your back as you leaned down, your back facing Ni-ki. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with him, you slid your shorts down your legs, leaving yourself in only a black thong and an oversized white t-shirt. Without saying a word or looking back, you walked toward the water.

The icy temperature sent a jolt through you, making your feet feel slightly numb, but your pride was heavier than the cold. You stood tall and waded deeper into the water, letting it engulf you inch by inch.

Ni-ki is certainly out of his mind. He ran his fingers through his hair, shutting his eyes tightly in an attempt to process what had just happened. But when he closed his eyes, all he could see was your figure and it burned into his memory, your curves teasing him mercilessly.

He was just a poor, young, and undeniably horny man. And you? You were testing his patience—because deep down, you knew he was too much of a coward to make a move.

“RIKI, YOU COMING OR NOT?” you yelled, a sly smirk curling on your lips, fully aware of exactly what was running through his mind.

Ni-ki softly slapped himself back to reality, deciding that two could play at this game. While your curious mind raced with all the possible scenarios of what he might do next, your gaze locked on him as he began taking his shirt off. Your eyes were immediately glued to how his muscles flexed when he pulled the fabric over his head. He was, without a doubt, one of the most attractive men you had ever laid eyes on. His toned physique, the subtle curve of his waist, and the constellation of moles scattered across his skin made your face flush three shades of red in an instant.

When Ni-ki’s toes touched the freezing water, his whole body shivered involuntarily. He briefly considered retreating, but no—he couldn’t let you win this round. You’d tease him about it relentlessly, not just now but for days to come. Resolving to push through, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and swam toward you.

As he drew closer, he wasn’t prepared for how captivating you looked. Your long, dark hair was slicked back, your lips tinged a deep red from the cold water, and your eyes glimmered with a seductiveness that left him speechless. Water droplets clung to your lashes, and your skin glowed in the soft blue light cast by the moon. You looked like a siren, a vision that completely clouded his mind with thoughts of you and only you.

“Hmmm, I see.” You bit your bottom lip playfully. “Maybe you’re not as weak as I thought…”

But before Ni-ki could respond, you smirked mischievously and pushed his head underwater, fully submerging him in the icy lake.

When he resurfaced, it was your turn to feel trapped by him. His brown-and-blonde hair was slicked back, water dripping from the tips, revealing his sharp features. His plump bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried to stifle a grin. As your eyes trailed down from his face, you found yourself staring at his chest—water droplets cascading down his toned torso, tracing the lines of his abs.

This little game of seduction you’d started was starting to backfire, and you felt as though you were the one being seduced. You swallowed hard, your eyes unwilling to leave the trail of water sliding down his lower stomach.

“You’re staring, Y/N,” Riki teased, his voice light but with a hint of shyness. He loved the way your gaze lingered on him, and it made his heart race.

You wanted to respond with something smart and sassy, but the words caught in your throat. Turning around, you were ready to dive back into the water to clear your head when you felt his long fingers wrap around your wrist. In one swift motion, Ni-ki pulled you against him. You let out a surprised gasp as water splashed around you.

As your startled eyes met his, Ni-ki suddenly noticed something odd against his chest. Confused, he glanced down, only to see your soaked white t-shirt clinging to your skin, outlining your chest and revealing the faint shapes of your hard nipples because of the cold.

He cursed under his breath as realization hit him. When his curious gaze returned to yours, your face turned crimson with embarrassment. You had wanted to tease him, hoping he’d take the hint and finally make you his, but this had gone way beyond your plan. You struggled against his grip with all your might, but he was too strong.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now, Y/N…” Ni-ki confessed, his voice low and unsteady, the shyness completely gone. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as though trying to steady himself.

You remained silent, too flustered to respond. But then you felt his slender fingers lift your chin, gently guiding your face upward. When your eyes met his again, you realized his gaze was fixed on your lips.

You waited, heart pounding, expecting him to make a move. Yet he hesitated, his eyes darting between your lips and your eyes, as if silently battling with himself. Ni-ki desperately wanted to kiss you, but a small, lingering fear held him back—the fear that this might ruin your friendship, his worst nightmare.

Feeling a mix of frustration and fondness, you rolled your eyes, your annoyance outweighing your nerves. Without giving him another moment to overthink, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was soft and cold, catching Ni-ki completely off guard. For a moment, he stood frozen, but then relief washed over him as the chaotic voices in his mind were silenced.

When you pulled away, your gaze locked with his deep brown eyes, silently conveying that he didn’t need to hesitate anymore. After a few heartbeats of hesitation, he leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more certainty, his lips moving against yours with a newfound confidence.

When your lips parted to catch your breath, Riki seemed to take it personally. He chased after your lips again, this time cupping your cheek with his veiny hand, his strong arm wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. It was as though he wanted to ensure you wouldn’t let go of his lips again.

As your bra-less chest pressed against his, his sharp teeth grazed your bottom lip, a warning that his tongue sought entrance. A quiet moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue meet yours, the taste of watermelon from the gum he’d chewed earlier lingering on him.

When your lungs screamed for air, your lips finally broke apart. Resting his forehead against yours, Riki wore the proudest smile, his chest heaving as he felt a sense of triumph. He was certain you’d finally moved past the strange tension that had been building between you two.

But your face told a different story. Panic welled up inside you as you realized there was no hiding your feelings anymore. No more playful jokes or flirty remarks to mask the truth—he now knew how you felt.

Riki finally loosened his grip, letting his arm fall from your waist. Without a word, you quickly swam back to shore, leaving him standing alone and bewildered in the water.

“Shit!” Ni-ki cursed, running a hand through his hair. “Was I too much?” he muttered to himself, scrambling to follow you, fear flashing across his face that he might’ve just ruined everything.

“Riki, I—”

“I’m sorry... I know,” he interrupted, his voice tinged with regret. “I was too much. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him. “Let me finish, Riki,” you whispered, your voice low and tinged with embarrassment. “I’ve had a crush on you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you. But I was scared you didn’t like me back. So, I tried to play it cool around you, flirting to see if you felt the same… but you always backed out at the last minute, and it was so confusing.”

Your voice cracked slightly as you confessed, a sad pout forming on your lips.

“Are you serious?” the tall boy asks, his voice tinged with disbelief as he looks at you with the sweetest expression you’ve ever seen on him. “I’ve liked you this whole time too. That’s why I get so shy and clumsy around you. I wanted to impress you!” Riki confesses, his lips stretching into the biggest smile. “I was too much of a loser to make the first move, and I’m sorry for that. But I’ve always liked you.”

Ni-ki’s large, bony hand reaches out for yours, interlocking his fingers with yours. His heart swells, completely captivated by you, especially the way you seem to get shy only because of him. But you let go of his hand to get dressed, bending down to pick up your shorts from the sand.

Behind you, Ni-ki fights the overwhelming urge to grab your hips and pull you against him, his hands itching to explore every inch of your body. In his mind, he’s already tracing your sides, mentally cataloging every detail of how your skin feels under his touch.

When you turn around, he notices your soaked t-shirt still clinging to your chest. “Here—” Ni-ki offers you his dry shirt, his voice soft and a shy smile tugging at his lips. “I know it must be uncomfortable having your t-shirt stuck to you. You can wear this instead.” His cheeks flush red as his curious eyes flicker to your chest again before he quickly looks away.

“Thank you. Now, cover your eyes,” you instruct, turning away from him.

Ni-ki obediently hides his eyes with his hands, though he leaves a small gap to peek. His heart skips a beat when he catches sight of your bare back and the outline of your chest as you lift your arms to slip into his shirt. Your silhouette, illuminated by the faint moonlight, makes it impossible for him not to bite his lip, cursing himself for making things harder on himself.

When you turn back around, he shuts his eyes tightly, pretending to have been an angel the entire time. “You can open your eyes now,” you say, and he removes his hands, smiling innocently at you.

Ni-ki slings your wet t-shirt over his shoulder as the two of you begin walking back to your place. He rummages through his backpack, pulling out some snacks to share. The only sounds are the crunching of the food and the rhythm of your footsteps, accompanied by the warm breeze that returns as you leave the cool shade of the trees behind.

You steal glances at him every now and then, enjoying his goofy side as he tries his best to make you laugh.

When you reach your house, Ni-ki pouts, his full lips jutting out cutely. He clearly doesn’t want the night to end.

“Goodnight, Ni-ki,” you say softly, your gaze fixed on the ground, still flustered by the memories of what happened at the lake.

“Where’s my confident Y/N gone?” he teases, loving this shy side of you. His hand reaches for your cheek, gently caressing it.

“She dissolved in the cold water,” you quip sarcastically, punching his strong chest playfully. Then, you lean up and give him a quick peck on the cheek before heading back to your balcony to climb up to your bedroom.

The tall boy stays rooted in place, watching as you ascend. His curious eyes trail after you, lingering on your form until you slip inside your room. You send him a playful kiss before sliding the window shut, disappearing from his view.

Ni-ki lingers outside for a moment longer, his gaze shifting between your house and the starry night sky. With the memory of your lips on his, he finally turns to walk home, his mind replaying every second of the evening.

As he walks, a giggle escapes his lips, only for him to cringe at himself immediately after. Still, he can’t stop the warmth spreading through his chest. You’re all he can think about—the way you fit so perfectly in his arms, your laugh, your teasing. He’d come to your house hoping to distract himself and fall asleep faster, but now, as he lays in bed, sleep feels impossible. His mind is consumed with thoughts of you and all the ways he’s going to make you his girlfriend.

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Mary Janes

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5

Y/N

The morning sunlight feels too bright as it spills across my room, illuminating everything in a way that feels almost accusatory. My head feels strange, like it’s stuffed with fog, and my throat is dry, scratchy. For a moment, I just sit there, trying to piece together what feels like fragments of a half-remembered dream.

Then, like the tide rushing in, it all comes back.

The lake. The joint. Jinx.

I let out a breath and rub my temples. I’ve never felt like this before—untethered, like my mind isn’t quite my own. I think of the way the smoke had burned going down, the way my chest had tightened, and the strange, floating clarity that had followed.

And then there was her.

Her laugh, sharp and biting, but somehow not cruel. The way her knee had bounced, restless, and her voice had softened, just for a moment. The way she had looked at me when I said I was sorry—like she didn’t quite believe it, but also like she wanted to.

I drag myself out of bed and stand in front of my mirror. My reflection stares back at me, hair messy, dark circles under my eyes. I don’t look like the version of myself I’m used to seeing: polished, composed, prepared.

I think of what I said to her.

“I’m sorry for abandoning you.”

It feels heavier now, in the harsh light of day. Not because I regret it—I don’t—but because it feels like the start of something I don’t know how to finish. She’d told me I’d drown if I tried to save her. And maybe she’s right. Maybe I would have.

But I didn’t even try.

The thought twists in my chest.

Last night feels like some strange, otherworldly moment, the kind that doesn’t belong in the real world. And yet, I can’t shake the memory of it: the lake, the stars, the soft ripple of water, and the way, for just a heartbeat, it felt like we were connected again.

The thought lingers as I go about my morning routine, though routine feels like the wrong word. Everything feels slightly off-kilter, like I’m moving through a world that isn’t quite real. I brush my teeth, but the minty taste feels muted. I splash cold water on my face, but it doesn’t chase away the warmth still clinging to me from last night.

Her words echo in my mind, over and over.

"You’re here now, aren’t you?"

It wasn’t forgiveness, not entirely. But it wasn’t rejection, either. It was something in between, a place I’m not sure how to navigate.

As I stare at the mirror, toothbrush abandoned in the sink, the weight of her words settles deeper into my chest. "You're here now, aren't you?" They linger, stubborn and unyielding, like a riddle I can't solve.

The person staring back at me looks like me but doesn’t feel like me. My hair’s still a mess, my skin pale in the unforgiving light of the bathroom. The faint redness from the weed still lingers in my eyes.

I trace my finger along the edge of the sink, the smooth porcelain grounding me in a way my thoughts can’t. It’s strange—how last night feels both impossibly distant and uncomfortably close, like I could reach out and still touch the ripple of the lake’s surface.

And her.

Her outfit from last night comes to me in sharp flashes, each piece a quiet reminder of her refusal to be anything other than herself. A cropped black top, with her bright blue bra peeking out, so unbothered by convention, leaving her arms bare to show off the wispy blue of her tattoos. The short, plaid skirt swung with every step, the bold pinks and purples clashing in a way that almost made me frown, but it somehow fit her perfectly. Like she was daring you to see her, truly see her, and not look away.

The torn fishnet stockings ran up her legs, disappearing beneath worn, slouchy leg warmers, and those boots, scuffed and heavy, told a story of a thousand steps taken in places I would've never dared to follow until last night. They weren’t made for dancing, but for standing firm, for walking through chaos. Her tiny, ridiculous purse, a cartoon animal with an angry face, hanging low on her hip truly a bizarre touch, but it made sense on her. She didn’t need it to make sense, and that’s what made it hers.

Those long, impossibly messy braids—swinging behind her like streaks of wild blue, tied off with bows that looked like they’d been thrown together in a rush. And her makeup… dark, smudged lipstick and eyeliner like she’d put it on in a haze of laughter and frustration. It was a little all over the place, but she looked beautiful.

I catch myself mid-thought, the word beautiful lingering too long in my mind. I clench my jaw and press my lips together, willing it away. No. That’s not what this is about.

I'm not attracted to her, I'm simply observant. There's just something compelling about her, she gathers attention, I'd be a fool not to notice.

And I'm not a fool.

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Jinx

I’m sprawled out on Silco’s desk, knocking papers everywhere.

He’s too busy with whatever shady crap he’s dealing with, so he doesn’t even flinch. He’s used to this shit by now.

Not that I care. I’m busy with my own thing anyway.

“So like—Y/N, right? Last night? You remember her, right?” I swing my legs up, now dangling upside down off the desk.

“Or, you probably don’t, you’re busy and all that... but whatever.” I wave it off with a lazy shrug, but I can’t stop grinning.

"But she, like... totally caved.”

I catch his good eye for a split second before he looks back at his paperwork.

Like he’s trying to ignore me, but he knows he can’t, he's actually the biggest softie

“She totally, totally, smoked that joint with me,” I announce, watching him carefully.

Silco stops.

There’s a pause.

Like he’s trying to process my words. His eyes narrow as he stares at me.

“Jinx, I give you those drugs for your business entrepreneurs, not for yourself. You know you’re not supposed to be smoking,” he practically reprimands me.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, sure,” I interrupt, waving my hand like I’m shooing off a fly.

“Let me stop you right there, Dad. It wasn’t technically a joint. It was a—uh—lollipop.” I smirk, daring him to call me out. “Yeah, a lollipop. Cherry-flavored. Totally innocent.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something about patience. “Jinx.”

“What?” I sit upright, hands spread wide. “I’m being honest! Honest Jinx, that’s me.”

His sigh is so long and drawn out I think he’s going to pass out.

But nope.

He’s still there, looking at me like he’s trying to figure out why he puts up with this.

“Anyway!” I barrel on, kicking my legs against the desk.

“She took it. Like, I held it out, and she just... grabbed it. Like, no hesitation. Well, okay, a little hesitation. But then bam! She’s holding it. And then she freaking smoked it—well, tried to. Looked like she was about to fucking puke Hilarious.”

“Language,” Silco mutters, shuffling his papers like he’s pretending to work.

He’s not fooling anyone.

“Right, right. My bad. She looked like she was about to violently combust,” I say, snickering.

“And then, guess what? She laughed. Laughed, Silco. Like, this cute little giggle thing. It was... weird. But, like, in a good way? Made her seem, I dunno, human.”

I flip onto my stomach now, chin resting in my hands.

“And then, for, like, a split second, I thought she was gonna kiss me. Like, what the hell, right? Y/N? Kissing me? Insane. But it was there. The vibe. The moment.”

Dad- Silco looks up from his paperwork. “And did she?”

I throw my hands up, nearly knocking over a paperweight.

“No!"

I scoff.

Silco leans back in his chair, giving me that annoying, knowing look. “You have feelings for the girl.”

I scoff, loud and dramatic. “Like her? Please. She’s just... interesting, that’s all.”

“Mmhmm.” His smirk grows, and I know I’m losing this battle.

“Okay, fine, maybe I like her. A little. But don’t get all weird about it, okay? She’s... complicated. And I don’t do complicated.”

“Jinx,” he says, his voice soft but steady. “You are complicated.”

I blink at him, thrown off for a second.

Then I roll my eyes, flopping back onto the desk like a starfish.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just don’t tell her I said any of this, okay?”

His chuckle is quiet, almost fond. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

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Y/N

After the oddity of the party last night, I found myself sitting at a booth in Piltover’s diner, the kind of place that pretended to be casual but was just polished enough to remind you it wasn’t cheap. Across from me, Caitlyn was sipping tea, her posture as straight and proper as always, while Mel flipped lazily through a menu.

I was quiet. Too quiet, probably, because Mel eventually glanced over and raised an eyebrow. “What’s with you? You look like you’ve been exiled from your own kingdom.”

“I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a small smile. I stirred the remnants of sugar into my coffee, avoiding eye contact. My thoughts kept drifting back to the lake, to Jinx, and to… everything about last night that I couldn’t quite make sense of. But I wasn’t about to bring it up. Caitlyn’s feelings about Jinx were less of a mystery—they weren’t feelings; they were pure, unfiltered disdain.

I sipped my coffee, letting the warmth ground me as the memory of last night tried to creep back in: Jinx’s laugh—sharp and unpredictable—the way her eyes sparkled with something I couldn’t quite name. Her voice, teasing and cutting but... not unkind.

I shoved the thought aside.

“So,” Caitlyn began, setting her teacup down with a small clink, “I kissed Vi.”

My head snapped up at the same time Mel practically shrieked. “You what?”

“It wasn’t that dramatic,” Caitlyn said, though the faint pink in her cheeks betrayed her attempt at nonchalance.

“Okay, hold on.” Mel leaned forward, practically vibrating with excitement. “I need every detail. Where? How? Was it good? No, wait—start from the beginning.”

Cait sighed, but the smile on her face told me she wasn’t bothered by Mel’s theatrics. “After you two left, we were standing by my car. She made some comment about how I should loosen up more often, and before I could reply, she kissed me.”

“Shut up,” Mel said, grinning ear to ear. “That’s amazing. Was it good? Don’t lie.”

“It was... unexpected,” Caitlyn admitted, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. “But yes, it was good. Very good.”

I tried to focus on my coffee, letting their conversation fill the space between us. Cait deserved this. She deserved something uncomplicated, something sweet and warm and full of possibility.

Unlike whatever was clawing at the edges of my mind—something messy and confusing and entirely unwelcome.

“Are you two a thing now?” Mel asked, leaning in like a gossip columnist.

“I don’t know,” Cait said, her tone thoughtful. “Vi doesn’t seem like the type to want to label things. And, honestly, I’m fine with that. For now.”

Mel looked impressed. “Wow. Look at you, Miss Go-With-The-Flow. Who are you, and what have you done with Caitlyn Kiramman?”

Cait rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t falter.

As their laughter filled the space between us, I tried to hold onto it, to let it distract me. But my thoughts were already wandering, back to the lake and the way Jinx had looked at me when I’d apologized.

There was something unsettling about the memory, not because of what she’d said, but because of how it had made me feel. Like I was standing on the edge of something I didn’t understand.

As they resumed their chatter, I let their voices fade into the background, my mind returning—despite my best efforts—to Jinx. To the way she’d leaned back on her elbows, her grin sharp and teasing. To the strange softness in her eyes, fleeting but undeniable. To the way my stomach had flipped, unbidden and entirely unwelcome, when her hand had brushed mine as she passed me the joint.

I stared into my coffee, its surface rippling slightly as I shifted in my seat. This was nothing, I told myself. Just residual adrenaline from an unexpected night. That’s all.

But the quiet flutter in my chest told a different story.

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The Night's Not Over

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Nick Fowler x curvy!female Reader Word Count: 1.7k Summary: After your shower with Nick, it turns out your night isn't over after all.

Content Warnings: modern AU; explicit smut: kissing, clit play, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex; light dirty talk; crude language; fucking without feelings; porn with almost no plot; brother's best friend

Author Notes: There is very nearly zero plot in this AU. It's really just porn with light connections to the other parts. And short but certainly not sweet, this is the fifth offering for my Birthday Jubilee.

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You fell asleep reading, book plastered across your chest.

Not that you registered that.

No, you registered someone sliding the book out of your hands.

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light of your bedside lamp. Nick's muscular form loomed over you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he gently placed your book on the nightstand. The movement caused his abs to flex, drawing your gaze to his bare chest.

"What are you doing here?" you mumbled, sleep still clouding your mind.

Nick's steel blue eyes locked with yours, a predatory gleam flickering in their depths. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

Your gaze traveled lower, following the defined lines of his abs to where they disappeared beneath the waistband of his low-slung sweatpants.

You couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge straining against the soft fabric, a clear indication of his arousal. You swallowed and peered back up at him through your lashes.

“And instead of staying in my bed, stroking my cock, thinking about about what I heard last night, thinking about how good you felt around my cock in the shower, I decided not to deny myself any more when you’re right here, ripe for more pleasure.”

As Nick's words washed over you, a mix of desire and apprehension flooded your senses. You knew you should resist, that this was wrong on so many levels, but your body betrayed you, responding to his presence with an eager thrill.

His hand slid under your pajama top, calloused fingers tracing patterns on your skin. You shivered at his touch, your nipples hardening as he palmed your breast. Nick's mouth found yours in a searing kiss, tongue demanding entrance. You yielded to him, opening your mouth and meeting his passion with your own.

As Nick deepened the kiss, his free hand tugged at the waistband of your pajama bottoms. You lifted your hips, allowing him to slide them down your legs. His fingers ghosted along your inner thigh, teasing you with light touches that made you squirm.

He slowly lowered himself onto the bed beside you. His lips started to travel down your neck, and you tried to quell the nagging voice in your head reminding you of the potential consequences of engaging with this man again.

"What about Ari?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Nick paused, pulling back to look at you.

“What’s a little sharing between friends?” he countered, face free of any concern. “We’re not getting married, we’re just having fun on vacation.”

Nick's words hung in the air as his hand slid lower, cupping your pussy with a firm, possessive touch. Any potential protest died on your lips, replaced by a soft gasp of pleasure. His fingers slipped beneath the gusset of your panties and expertly parted your folds, finding you already growing slick with arousal.

"So wet for me already," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

You whimpered in response, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. Nick's thumb found your clit, circling it with teasing pressure as his fingers explored your entrance. The dual sensation sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch your back and clutch at the sheets.

Nick's mouth returned to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. His teeth grazed your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine. You tilted your head, giving him better access as his fingers continued their skillful exploration between your thighs.

"Nick," you gasped, your voice breathy with need. "Please."

He chuckled against your skin, the vibrations sending another wave of arousal through you. "Please what?" he murmured, his fingers slowing their movements to an agonizing pace.

You whimpered, frustration and desire warring within you. "I want... I need..."

Nick's thumb pressed firmly against your clit, making you cry out. "Say it," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

"I need you inside me," you finally managed, squirming to try and push down your panties.

Nick growled in approval, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs and helping you discard the underwear. Then in one swift motion, he pulled your pajama top over your head, leaving you completely exposed beneath him. His eyes raked over your body, dark with desire.

“The things I want to do to this body,” he murmured. You would be more insecure about your soft stomach, your padded hips, but he clearly meant business - he’d had you in the shower and evidently was eager to have you again.

You reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, eager to feel him against you. Nick helped you push them down, kicking them off onto the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.

Nick positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock teasing your entrance. You arched your hips, silently begging him to enter you. With a low groan, he slowly pushed inside, stretching and filling you inch by delicious inch.

You moaned at the sensation of Nick filling you completely. He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then, with a low growl, he began to move, setting a slow but powerful rhythm that had you gasping with each thrust.

Your hands roamed over his muscular back, feeling the flex and strain of his muscles as he moved above you. Nick's lips found yours again, swallowing your moans as he picked up the pace. The bed creaked softly beneath you, the sound mingling with your shared pants and gasps.

Nick shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position allowed him to hit a spot deep inside you that most men barely took the effort to find, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him.

"That's it," Nick murmured against your ear, his voice strained with effort and desire. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."

You couldn't hold back the moans and whimpers that escaped your lips with each powerful thrust. The pleasure was building rapidly, a tight coil of tension low in your belly. Nick's hand snaked between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.

"Oh god, Nick!" you cried out, your back arching off the bed as the dual stimulation pushed you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he growled, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. "Want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words and the relentless stimulation pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves of intense pleasure, your inner walls clenching around Nick's length as you cried out his name. Your body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the force of your climax.

Nick's thrusts became more forceful and erratic as your pulsing walls milked his cock. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, groaning your name as he found his release. You could feel the warmth of his seed spilling inside you, prolonging your own pleasure.

For a moment, you both lay there, panting and intertwined, coming down from your shared high. Nick's weight pressed you into the mattress, his skin hot against yours. You could feel his heart racing, matching the frantic beat of your own.

As reality slowly seeped back in, you became acutely aware of the compromising position you were in. Nick was still inside you, his body a warm, heavy weight pressing you into the mattress. The room smelled of sex and sweat, evidence of your passionate encounter.

Nick lifted his head, his blue eyes meeting yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air heavy with unspoken words and lingering desire. Then, slowly, he pulled out of you, both of you gasping softly at the sensation.

He rolled to the side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your sternum, sending little shivers through your body.

"That was..." he began, his voice husky.

"Incredible," you finished, unable to deny the truth of it despite the forbidden nature of it all already starting to encroach on your consciousness and your conscience again.

Nick smiled, a mix of satisfaction and something deeper in his eyes. "Exactly," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You returned the kiss, but your mind was already racing. The reality of what you'd done - not once, but twice now - with your brother's best friend was starting to sink in. And not just one best friend, but two of them. The guilt and anxiety began to creep in, warring with the lingering pleasure still thrumming through your body.

Nick must have sensed your inner turmoil because he pulled back, studying your face. "Hey," he said softly, his hand cupping your cheek. "Don't overthink this.”

You nodded, trying to push down the conflicting emotions. "I know, it's just... complicated."

“It really doesn’t have to be,” he insisted.

You opened your mouth to protest again, but before you could form the words, Nick silenced you with a deep, passionate kiss. His lips moved against yours with an intensity that made your head spin, effectively scattering your thoughts.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were breathless, your mind hazy with renewed desire. Nick's steel blue eyes locked onto yours, a mix of lust and mirth swirling in their depths. His hand trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"I think," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "for your own good, I should probably stay here in your bed tonight, keep your head nice and empty and your cunt full of my cock."

His crude words sent a shiver of arousal through you, even as a part of you knew you should object. But with Nick's hands already going to work on you again, you simply rolled on you side to face him and hitched your leg up over his thigh so you could kiss and grope and pleasure each other until he was hard enough to fuck you again.

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The Hockey AU characters pt. 2

I’m back with the second part! This time I’ll be going over the members of the Shadows team :)

Etho Slab

He and Gem are cousins but he really considers her more of a younger sister

He’s from Canada

When he lived in Canada, he was stuck in one of the lower hockey leagues and was having difficulties getting anywhere in his career, which is one of the reasons he accepted the offer to play in Shadows (the other being that Gem was there)

He sometimes wears a mask in public when he’s more self-conscious

He started playing hockey when he was 7 years old

He’s terrified of planes and dislikes going in taxis

He’s interested in engineering and considered it a possible future career path if hockey didn’t work out

He built himself a drone once and proceeded to accidentally fly it into a lake

He never met his father, which is partially why his family was around Gem’s so much (his mother needed some support from them)

Bdubs

Moved from the US to play in Shadows

He has absolutely no cooking skills. He once burnt water.

He regularly tries to convince Skizz of increasing more ridiculous things. It works most of the time

He likes to get meddle in things that are none of his business for his own entertainment (see: literally the matchmaker group chat)

Lives with Impulse and Skizz in an apartment (in Crosscheck the apartment is being renovated which is why they stay in the hotel)

When asked by a reporter what he thought about a team that had just beaten them by two points in a match, he cursed the team (and the reporter) out for five whole minutes before their pr manager had to literally drag him away. He got in quite a bit of trouble for that one but still proceeded to do the same thing about two weeks later

He knows Impulse since high school

Impulse Esvee

Moved from the US along with Bdubs to play in Shadows

He used to repair electronics as a side job to support his hockey career

Though he’s subtle about it, he often helps Bdubs in any mischief

When he was in middle school, he released his class’s pet frog into the local forest after seeing a nature documentary and thinking the frog belonged outside

Lives in an apartment with Skizz and Bdubs

Skizz Man

Moved from the US to play in Shadows

In high school he crashed his parents’ car into a stop sign before even having his drivers license

He was actually quite popular in high school just because of his surname

During the first match he had in the Shadows, he scored four goals

When asked by a reporter what drove him to play hockey once, he asked her what hockey was (he didn’t understand her properly because of her accent) The interview went quite viral for a few days and their pr manager, who at first scolded him for it, was very happy with the attention it got them

Because of Bdubs, he is now fully convinced that unicorns used to exist

Tango Tek

Moved from the US to study mechanical engineering London and stayed in the UK since

He used to repair cars as a full job, now he buys old cars and restores and fixes them to be resold

He’s dating Jimmy and even lives with him

When he was a child, he had an imaginary friend called Torchy. It was literally just a torch. His parents were a bit worried for him at the time.

He’s the Shadow team’s photographer

Ren Dog

The Shadows team’s mascot (he’s basically dressed as a king, aka the ‘Shadow King’)

Has a weird thing with Martyn where nobody knows what they are, not even them

He was a theatre kid

He plays in the local tiny theatre sometimes just for fun

He regularly donates to school to support their art and theatre departments

He met Martyn in college (the uk college) (and yes, they have done their theatrical weirdness since then)

Scott Major

The Shadow team’s manager

He has known Cleo since secondary school

He’s the kind of person who knows everyone

He met Lizzie and Jimmy when he was 15 through their parents

He dyed his hair his classical blue when he was a teen as an act of rebellion to his parents, only for them to compliment it and for him to love it. He never changed it back since

He was always very involved in the art department when he used to go to school. He ended up painting a mural for the school in his final year of secondary school. He still paints sometimes in his spare time

Cleo Zombie

The Shadow team’s coach

She knows Scott since secondary school

People never believe her real surname is really ‘Zombie’ until she shows them her drivers license. She considered changing it once but decided she likes it too much

She tutors kids in her spare time for free. She’s much nicer to them than she is to the Shadow players

When a reporter once asked her if she’s sure she’s a good fit to coach hockey players as a woman, she punched him. The team’s pr manager didn’t even get mad at her for that one.

Well, that’s it! I’ll hopefully post the third part about the characters who are not on either team soon :)

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If you want a really good short story about these guys, you should read "Vodník" by Melinda Brasher

Old Man Radek hadn’t always been old. By the time he was twelve, he could unseat any village boy in tug of war and beat even the men in wood-chopping contests. He was so strong at sixteen that when he picked Dáša up at Easter and threw her into the lake to bring health all year, he threw her so far she couldn’t find her footing. He dove in to rescue her, and she laughingly pulled him under. That year, too, the lake crept up all its dry arms, reaching toward the village. The mill kept misbehaving, its sluice gate letting the water run at absurd times, turning the great waterwheel when there was nothing to grind, emptying the stream’s power uselessly into the ever-darkening lake. Dáša and her parents blamed the sluice gate mischief on local boys. The same ones who had put honey in the village girls’ hair at the last dance, sawed most of the way through the third rung of Farmer Nedvěd’s ladder, and dyed Shepherd Procházka’s lambs blue. Then Petr disappeared.

Jaroslav Panuška (1872–1958) - Vodník, c. 1890-1900

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