#adam banks x reader

[budgiesunset]

Hey it’s me again. I want to ask If you could write a Adam x reader story again. It‘s Summer so the ducks had no ice rink for the training. So they go running in a park or going to the gym. This training is voluntary so they don’t must. And on this day Adam says that he can’t go to the training. The others are surprised because Adam never missed a training but he had a good reason that he doesn’t come. He want to meet his girlfriend in the park. Adam never tell his team that he had a girlfriend because y/n is afraid about meeting them. In the Park they are lean against a tree and their booth get touchy so they kiss each other. But than the ducks come and see the two…. for the rest you can freestyle

and sorry for my English I hope you understand what I mean

Best Wishes

YahikosFriend

Summer Secrets || Adam Banks x Reader

•Warning’s• Kissing, Fluff, comfort sort of, bad grammar and spelling. •Summary• Your Adams girlfriend and have been for the past year but the team doesn’t know so what happens when the team finds you and Adam cuddling in the park. •AN• This is set during the second movie when they are training in Minneapolis. Also sorry it’s short I’m also work on the first part of the ‘Sisters’ series. Isn’t writers block great.

You were waiting for your boyfriend Adam at the park. You were sitting up against a tree with your eyes closed you knew it would take a while because he had hockey training but it didn’t bother you and you decided to come down early since it was a nice day.You and Adam had been dating for about a year and everything was great between you too but the thing is, Adams hockey team still didn’t know about you two. You had asked Adam to keep it a secret because you were scared of how they would react. These were Adams best friends and you were scared that they wouldn’t like you and then Adam would agree. Even though Adam had constantly assured you that they would love you and even if they didn’t he still would.

As you were sitting against the tree sun shining on your face you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and a light kiss on the temple. You look to your left seeing your boyfriend sending him a small smile which he returned. He placed a small kiss on your hair as you leaned on his shoulder. “I thought you couldn’t come down until later” you said snuggling into his side as you wrap your arms around his middle.

“Training is optional so I decided to come down early and wait for you. Seems you had the same idea” he said tucking your head under his chin. You and Adam sat like this for about 5 minutes before the peaceful silence was interrupted by a group of kids and it wasn’t until they spoke that you realized who they where.

“Look Cake eater has a girl.” One said as the all skated over to you you looked up to see Adam giving you an apologetic look. “So Adam who’s the girl” another asked the others nodding and agreeing with the question. Adam looks at you as if silently asking if you were ready to tell them and you sent a small nod keeping you glaze down. You knew there was no point in lying they caught you cuddling they probably already assumed that you two were dating besides they would have found out eventually so there was no point in hiding anymore.

“This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He slightly hesitated before saying the second part. They didn’t really seemed to fazed by it and you guessed that they knew something was going on with Adam because he never missed practice optional or not. After Adam introduced you to all of the team they decided they would sit down with you despite Charlie’s protest.

“So this is why you missed practice?” Charlie asked.

“Shut up, your Just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend” Adam retorted.

Additional head cannon for after you met the team:

>You Connie and Julie and basically best friends no excuses. >You three would do sleep overs where you gossip attempt to make food and burn like 90% of it because you’re to busy prank calling the boys. >The team invites you to go skating with them both summer and winter. >You go to the diner with them to celebrate their wins. >After Connie and Julie beg coach enough (maybe even Adam but he would deny if you ever asked) you are allowed to sit in the box area with the team. >They make you a special jersey with your name but Adams number ‘99’. > You go to the goodwill games with them. >All the boys are like your brothers. (Not including Adam of course) >They teach you how to play if you don’t already know and that’s the same for skating.

AN: @yahikosfriend I hope you love this writing piece your requests are always amazing. And sorry this took so long. Since it was quite short I decided to add a Head cannon for you.

[whyareyouhere66]

Thinking about….

Various! Boyfriend x fem-coded reader

Cw: not really anything. Chubby reader friendly- in fact I sort of imagined it that way. Was thinking about shinsou while I wrote it (and it’s probably obvious). Fluff, modern, 2nd person pov. 

x

Thinking about laying in bed with him one particularly lazy evening, cuddling and watching reels together on your phone. You’re both cozy and tucked against each other’s bodies, his chest to your back, arm hooked lazily over your waist, a few pillows supporting your head while he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

As you scroll mindlessly, he watches from his perch next to your head and laughs at some of the funny videos, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt softly. And then, you come across one of those “pick an outfit videos”. 

There’s a few dresses photoshopped onto the screen, below them are corresponding accessories, shoes, bags, each with a symbol/letter/number to mark each one. 

You stare at it for a second, in your mind skimming over each of the options to see which you like best. You aren’t really sure though…

The low rumble of a hum comes from your boyfriend’s throat next to you, grabbing your attention.

“D.”

You pause, glancing over at him.

“Huh?”

“D.” He repeats himself, nodding towards the screen. You blush a little as you connect the dots, looking back at the dress he chose. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. ‘S pretty, good color.”

You give a small hum of acknowledgment as you process his words- cheeks a little warm at the sentiment. You weren’t expecting him to give his own answer- but since he did, you can’t say you didn’t find it endearing, the little moment attractive. 

Before you can scroll again, he speaks once more.

“Do another one.”

Your lips curl upwards a little, almost a bit flushed. You didn’t think this would be something he would care about- but nonetheless, you swipe onto the creator’s profile, met with several more videos in the exact same format. Clicking on a random one, you tilt your screen so he can see better. 

He leans in, eyes scanning the screen as he puts an odd amount of thought into it, a certain something soft glimmering in his eyes. As he thinks, you feel his hand slowly caressing your stomach, a warm palm smoothing over your skin gently, affectionately. As if he’s mapping out exactly how the dresses would fit on you, envisioning it in his mind. It’s not an unusual touch, but it could still give you butterflies any day, any where.

“Mmmm. B. With those shoes.” He uses his chin to gesture to the ones he means,  the pair with the “&” symbol right above them. 

“Y’think?” You ask, glancing at the dress and continuing to flush a little at the image of wearing it- at the thought of him imagining it on your figure. 

He nods. “Mhm. I like that color on you,” he tucks his head further into the bend of your shoulder, “…and the fit of it looks nice.” 

You start to smile a little bit, stomach all fuzzy as he speaks. The simple act of being known- of him having a favorite color on you (one of your favorite colors, to say the least), his hands gently running down your stomach and hip, warm cheek pressed close to your neck, makes you feel all warm inside. Beneath the blanket, your free hand rests on top of his forearm that’s slung over your waist.

“Thanks” you mumble softly, smiling at your phone screen as he simply nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Mhmmm…” he mumbles again- and you can feel his small smile against your skin. 

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P.s:

Whenever you’re watching reels together after that, and those kinds of videos pop up, he again gives his own opinion- thinking over each option and answering with a small quirk of his lips. And you love it almost every time. 

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Characters:  Eijirou Kirishima / HITOSHI SHINSOU / Shoto Todoroki / Denki Kaminari / THEODORE NOTT / Mattheo Riddle / Steve Randle / Dean Portman / Adam Banks / CHARLIE CONWAY / Daichi Sawamura / Keji Akaashi /  more?

[up for interpretation, aka some characters also vaguely match the scenario, but would have their own little behaviors added/emphasized in this type of scene that were not included, but can be imagined.]

[sluggmuffin]

Can you do “when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine” with Adam banks?

Chills ~ Adam Banks

Summary: Adam sends chills down your spine while your trying to get ready for a game

Contains: fluff, x gn!reader

A/N: pulled this out of my ass fr

"when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine"

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Utter chaos.

That's a phrase you'd use to describe the locker room. Everyone is trying to put on their gear and uniforms quickly, and half the team can't even find their stuff.

Usually, getting ready in the locker room is calm- or as calm as you can get with the ducks. But Coach had just told you guys about 5 minutes ago that your game between the Razorbacks had been changed from 7pm to 5pm, and it was currently 4:56pm.

"Man, we ain't got no time to warm up." Jesse complains, searching his locker for his helmet.

The team murmurs in agreement, still rushing to get everything together. As your strapping your padding on you hear the doors open.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" You hear Adam curse, running in, duffel bag hanging off his shoulder.

"Adam where were you?" Charlie calls out from across the room.

"I wasn't- coach- hold of me" He pants, seeming as though he ran the whole way.

"Coach couldn't get a hold of you?" You ask, trying to piece together what he said still shocked you heard him swear.

He nods, before rushing to his area slipping past the others, who were just about ready to get on the ice.

"Why's the door open?" Coach asks, before looking at the lot of you, already sweaty and out of breath.

"Cmon guys we need to be on the ice in 2 minutes!"

He leaves along with a few of the Ducks, but you stay, still needing to put on your jersey and lace up your skates.

Your rummaging through your locker, which is right next to Adam's might you add, as you feel a pair of cold, icy hands on your waist.

"Scuse me (Y/n)," Adam murmured, passing through the small space behind you to get to his locker.

The feeling of his hands on your waist sends you into shock, making you freeze, sending chills down your spine.

But reality hits when Bombay comes through the locker room one last time.

"(L/n), Banks, Germaine, Mendoza! Out of the locker room you guys are taking too long!" He booms, snapping you out of your trance.

You lace your skates, passing Adam one last time, catching a glimpse at his face. He has a stupid grin on his face, knowing he got to you.

"Good Luck, (L/n),"

"We'll definitely need it," you sigh, before putting your helmet on and joining the others.

[s1ater]

no running.

pairings. adam banks x fem!reader

about. adam banks takes a job as a life guard for the summer causing a round of laughs from the ducks

warnings. swearing, gif not mine, short scenario

ricky rocks. i saw this concept somewhere on here but i don’t remember where... this is also partly old writing from when I was in my adam phase. I'm really just trying to clear my drafts.

you paused for a second, just like the rest of the ducks with their towels and goggles with their snacks and sunscreen stuffed in their beach bags and slung over their shoulders, staring up in what seemed to be the sun. 

you almost gasped, slinging your sunglasses off your face once you came to realization of what all of you were staring at from a far: adam banks sitting on the tall lifeguards chair with a whistle strung around his neck. 

it seemed all of you were quite dumbfounded with the sight of the pale teenage boy you all called a friend, and in your case: a boyfriend. 

“well, I'll be darned,” charlie squinted, making his way to the blonde boy who hadn’t even taken notice to the rest of you. charlie had the biggest smirk on his face as he stared up to adam, his hat covering the line of sight to his eyes. “never took you one for a swimmer, banksy!” 

the boy almost looked stunned as he connected eye contact with the rest of you. he tipped his head lowly, his black generic sunglasses sliding down to the tip of his nose.

“what’re you guys doing here?”

“we could ask you the same thing, hot shot.”

“i’m working…” he looked confused, like he had been knocked up the head and couldn’t figure what was going on.

"adam!" your voice comes out as a yell, mixed with confusion and pure amusement. "since when are you a lifeguard?"

he continues to match your confusion in tone, as if it were strange that all of you found this strange, "this summer?"

"yeah but when?"

"don't you have to like... train for this?" julie tips her head to the side, her hand shading her eyes from the bright sun beating down on all of you. "and pass tests?"

"yes," he says it in a 'duh' tone. "what's the problem?"

"nothing, sweetheart, we're just kind of confused on why you didn't tell any of us... let alone how you found the time to become one," you. try to suppress a giggle as you press out a voice that sounded like you were babying him.

"yeah, sweetheart," luis mocks you for a moment, "obviously you're not here for the hot chicks, so what's the deal?"

"I was just bored," he shrugs simply, "and I guess I forgot to tell you guys."

a damn lie. you knew he was probably just too embarrassed to tell you all.

"hey, I'm cool with it," charlie's hands go up in defense, seeming to also catch on to this fact. "as long as you let us in on the free snack bar snacks."

"yeah, whatever," he waves you all off. "you guys get out of here, go swim or something."

you smile, kissing your hand before slapping in on his leg before moving on with everyone else.

"try working on your tan while you're up there, banks!"

[warnersister]

The Mighty Ducks Preference:

What would your kids names be, (if you did have any).

- (BOYS NAMES).

My Mighty Ducks Masterlist

My Masterlist

Adam Banks:

Your son would be called: Anthony

Charlie Conway:

Your son would be called: Emilio (obsessed with coach. 🙄)

Fulton Reed:

Your son would be called: Diesel

Dean Portman:

Your son would be called: Jared

Kenny Wu:

Your son would be called: Yuki

Lester Averman:

Your son would be called: Mikey

Dwayne Robertson:

Your son would be called: Austin(🤠)

Luis Mendoza:

Your son would be called: Max

Guy Germaine:

Your son would be called: Simon

Greg Goldberg:

Your son would be called: Steven

Russ Tyler:

Your son would be called: Mickey

Jesse Hall:

Your son would be called: Tyler

Gunnar (😏) Stahl:

Your son would be called: Erik

[lovingmymans]

Masterlist

Pairings : Adam Banks and Female Reader, Dean Portman and Julie Gaffney, Connie Moreau and Guy Germaine

Warnings : Contains Explicit Language, Mommy Issues, Guilt, Insecurity, Violence, Angst, Mentions of Drugs and Substance Abuse, Stealing, Fluff, Falling in Love, New Friends, Self Sabotaging, Betrayal, Enemies, Takes Place during Mighty Ducks 2 and will follow the movie and some of the original script

Summary : Haunted by the past, you try hard to be a better person and do right towards the ones you’ve done wrong. But when you and your twin brother, Dean Portman, are offered to join The U.S.A. Team, you’re faced with new challenges. With it comes new beginnings, friends, enemies, betrayal, love, reliving the past and learning to trust, you will have to figure out if joining the team will be worth it or will be your downfall.

A/N : Chapters are written down when I’m done writing them and will be linked when I post them. I will put special/specific warnings on chapters containing mentions of drugs and substance abuse, violence, stealing and other warnings when I come to it. I will try to post constantly but it’s not a guarantee. The series will be around fifteen, maybe more chapters. I hope y’all like it :)

Aesthetic

Fanart. .

Chapter One : The Pilot

Chapter Two : The Conflict

Chapter Three : Farewell

Chapter Four : New Kids

Chapter Five : The Ducks vs The New Kids

Chapter Six : Teaming Up

Chapter Seven : On the Verge of Greatness

Chapter Eight : First Day of the Junior Goodwill Games

Chapter Nine : The Bad and The Good

Chapter Ten : Bottle of Emotions

Chapter Eleven : Epiphany

Chapter Twelve : A Glimpse

Chapter Thirteen : Closer

[fangirling-allday]

can u request an imagine where reader and adam banks both play for the ducks, and adam can tell reader has a crush on him and he just loves to make the reader shy and blush? i love your writing :)

Im so sorry for the wait, I hope you like it! Thank you so much!!

The Flirting Game

Pairing- Adam Banks x reader

Warnings- none

Word count- 1647

Summary- Adam Banks loves to taunt you, and you assumed that’s all it was. But you’ve been harboring feelings, and it appears he has to.

A/N- Sorry this took forever, but I hope you all enjoy it!!

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You've been playing with the ducks since you were, like, five. They were like your brothers. Well, besides one. You didn't plan on falling for Adam Banks, heck for like five years of your life you absolutely despised him. But then he switched teams and boom! Feelings acquired.

Practices made hiding your feelings difficult. I mean, Adam looked so cute when he played hockey. Whenever he scored a goal, his face would light up. Whenever he made a mistake his eyebrows would furrow. And perhaps you would stare just a little before and after practice in the locker room. But he would never notice, so you would just stare from afar and value your friendship. But man that sucked.

You were sure that Adam didn't feel the same way, but you would leave the practice with a blush on your cheeks. Adam never failed to make you nervous. He would smile at you, wink at you, give you nicknames, and he would always find an excuse to get close to you.

One day, Bombay scheduled a morning practice. Yay! Note the sarcasm. What made it even worse was the fact that the only thing you seemed to be doing was conditioning.

As you finished your laps, you leaned your arms against the rink walls trying to catch your breath. Next, you heard the scraping of ice notifying you that someone stopped next to you.

You turned your head and found Adam with his back against the wall.

"Having trouble keeping up, darling?"

You rolled your eyes, and your face turned even redder.

You took a moment to compose yourself. "You wish, Banks. I could do this all day."

He bent his head down so he was eye level with you.

He licked his lips and replied. "Let's see about that?"

Your breath hitched but no words were exchanged. You could feel the tension rising and you realized if either of you moved just an inch closer, well, you'd be nose to nose.

However, the moment was cut short by Bombay.

"Alright everyone on the line."

Adam gave you a wink and skated off to the others.

He's going to be the death of me.

"Come on, l/n we don't have all day," Bombay shouted to you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." You skated back to the line.

After doing some sprints Bombay finally let you all take a break. You immediately fell to the ground. Connie joined you.

Your eyes were glued to the ceiling.

"What did Banks talk to you about before?" Connie broke the silence and she nudged your leg with her foot.

"Oh the same old, him thinking he's better than me and me putting him in his place." You rolled your head to face her, not having enough energy to sit up.

"Oh I get it, you two were flirting."

You laughed. "I wish."

"What does l/n wish, that she can spend more time with me?"

Speak of the devil.

Adam lay on your other side and he threw his legs over yours.

You turned to Connie and your eyes widened. You were silently freaking out. He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn't think he noticed.

Connie raised her eyebrows at you, not saying anything because she was sick and tired of seeing you suffer instead of just owning up to your feelings.

You glared at her but turned back to Adam. "I- uh." You took a deal breath. "You wish, Banks."

"You gonna be my genie today, wanna grant me my first wish?"

"I- uh- what?"

You were completely lost, was he flirting with you as Connie said, or is he just being annoying.

"Okay everyone, breaks over, come over here!" Bombay called out.

Adam got up, and you subconsciously frowned. You missed the heat of his body already. However, you had to bite your lip to stop a small smile from creeping onto your face as he held out his hand to you.

After he pulled you up, his hand stayed in yours for what seemed a little longer than necessary.

"You know, you're cute when you blush." And with a wink, he skated off to coach, just like he did before.

Your eyebrows drew together and you let out an exasperated sigh.

"He's going to be the death of me, you know?" You said turning to Connie.

You both started towards the way Adam skated off to.

"I don't understand why you don't just tell him you like him. He obviously likes you so you could put yourself out of your misery if you just confessed."

You laughed. "He does not like me. That's a fact."

You joined your teammates in the small circle they created around Bombay.

You felt an armrest across your shoulders. Before you could look up to see who it was, they started speaking.

"Who doesn't like y/n here? Cause you know darling, you have a perfect candidate right here." Adam once again interrupted your conversation with Connie.

"Oh-uh, it's no one of importance." You shyly looked up at him.

He looked down to meet your gaze. He opened his mouth but was cut off by Bombay. Adam squeezed your shoulders and made his way to Charlie.

"Okay, we're going to split up in groups and work on some moves."

He started calling off names and pointed to where they should go. Your mind drifted off. Could Adam actually like me like that? Connie surely wouldn't lie to me. And by any means of flirting that I know of, our conversations probably fall in the category. I mean it wouldn't be so-

"-Conway, Banks, L/n, Germaine, and Averman go over there."

You sighed but skated away. You shook your head trying to clear your thoughts.

Bombay wanted you all to work on your handling skills. The drill was to have a defender and an offensive player and go one-on-one and try to score.

Once it was your turn, you tried to keep  Averman from scoring. You ended up stealing the puck right before he tried to score.

"You know, I'm gonna score on you one time. I don't know when, but I will." Averman said as he skated off to the end of the line.

"Sure you will buddy." You said as you patted his back.

You left the puck in front of the goal for the defender to pass it to you and went up to where you were supposed to start.

Once you turned around you saw that Charlie was getting ready to pass the puck.

"You're going down, l/n," Charlie said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Just try to keep up, Conway."

As he passed the puck to you, he skated towards you. Once you received the pass, you quickly pushed it in front of you and tried to make it bast Charlie's defending so you could score. Nothing you seemed to do could open up your shot to the goal, Charlie was doing all he could to prevent a score from happening. However, you got an idea.

You skated left, then right, and quickly back to your left. You had successfully faked Charlie out and the goal was open. You quickly shot the puck and Charlie was a split second too late to block it. The puck entered the net and you threw your hands up.

"Take that Conway!" You said with a smile on your face.

He rolled his eyes but had a smile on his face. "Lucky shot."

You skated back to the line but a voice caused you to falter.

"Looking good, l/n!" Adam had shouted from in front of the goal.

"Oh, uh, thanks." You stuttered out.

After going through the line a couple of times, Bombay finally ended the practice.

Once you finished changing out of your hockey gear, you went to say goodbye to Connie but saw that she was talking to Adam and Charlie and panicked. You didn't think that she would reveal your secret to either of them, but you still had your doubts. You threw a quick wave and left without even waiting for a reply. Before you could open the doors to outside, however, a voice stopped you.

Low and behold, it was Adam.

You sighed and turned around. "What do you want Banks?"

"How about we go get some ice cream tonight?"

"Oh- uh sure. I'm sure the others would be happy about ice cream."

"No, no I meant just the two of us to get ice cream." He grabbed your bag and left your mouth gaping like a fish and cheeks red like a tomato.

"I- uh, wait!" You finally started moving. Adam had stopped and waited for you to catch up.

You stopped in front of him. You forced yourself to look him in his eyes

"Uh- What do you mean, just the two of us?" You asked shyly.

"Like a date."

Your face turned red and your eyes immediately turned towards the ground.

"Hey," Adam said quietly as he gently placed two fingers underneath your chin and lifted your face.

You still didn't want to look him in the eyes so you looked past his right ear.

"Hey, look at me." He said it so softly as if he was afraid to break you. You slowly looked him in the eyes. "You do know I like you right? That's why I flirt with you so much during practice."

So Connie was right, huh.

You’re brain was still processing what was happening, but you nodded your head slightly. A small smile on your face.

“Great! Amazing!” He shouted, throwing his arms around you and twirling you around. He set you down and kissed your cheek. Your face was still radiating heat.

As he laced his fingers with yours, he spoke up again. “Let’s go, shall we?”

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Taglist(Let me know if you want to be added)

@organabanks @slutforadambanks

[uniicorns-arereall]

what it feels like trying to scroll through a dead fanbases tag, hoping for any new fic even though no one’s posted to it in over a year 😞:

[spaceagebachelormann]

MARS CAN I HAVE HCS FOR DOING UR MAKEUP WITH THE DUCKS <333333

PLSPSLOSLSLSLSÑSLSPSLSÑSLÑSJSLDLSJSKS ILYSM KSBDND

doing ur makeup with the ducks !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, fulton reed, connie moreau, guy germaine, julie gaffney, ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

✧ additional info: can be read as romantic or platonic! readers gender isn’t explicitly specified but is supposed to be fem

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ charlie conway

he’s. very interesting about it

he’ll mainly just sit and watch cause he doesn’t know what else to do but will ask questions

“omg what’s this” and it’s probably mascara

even though he’s a guy u would think he knows that

he’s not mean about it or anything, he actually asks a lot of questions because he’s genuinely interested

ೃ༄ adam banks

i have a hc he has an older sister so he actually knows what a lot of the bottles are

he’d let u test lipsticks on his arm <3

and if u wanted his honest opinion on how ur makeup looks he may or may not be able to give it 😭 but if he thinks it looks bad he’ll hesitate for like 5 mins before finally saying “you look a little crazy.. i’m sorry”

and he’d let u put some on him for funsies

ೃ༄ lester averman

he’d talk non stop the whole time u do ur makeup

it’s like 40% questions and 60% random nonsense

it’s entertaining though because he knows all the gossip and has fun facts that are actually terrifying

he’d wanna try to put makeup on u but u don’t let him cause he’ll fuck up 💕

and if u get up to go to the bathroom or just to get something u come back and bro looks like a clown

ೃ༄ fulton reed

despite the fact he’s very silly and chaotic and always has something to start yelling about he actually likes the peacefulness of when ur doing ur makeup

it’s like a little free period for him cause he can get hw done, sleep, just sit there and talk normally, etc

ofc cause he’s a Teenage Boy he’d probably make fun of u a little but he’s overall amazed by the process and how long a full face takes

and also would ask u to tell him whatever gossip yk and his responses are so funny

“so yk chelsea?—” “OHH THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT??? YEAHHH” “apparently the dad is j-“ “JAKE??? I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

ೃ༄ connie moreau

i feel like she’s one of those girls who only wears like mascara and lipgloss (not cause she’s a pick me but because she doesn’t know how to do anything else)

will ask u to do hers for her! and teach her how to do stuff like blush and eyeliner since she doesn’t know how but rlly wants to learn

and she also compliments ur makeup every 2 mins

“omgg u look gorgeous!” “connie babes i haven’t even put anything on yet” “and? <3”

ೃ༄ guy germaine

says things like “you look so pretty” or “that looks so cool? omg?” every 2 seconds

he genuinely thinks ur the greatest at doing makeup

and he also let’s u test lipsticks on his arm

i feel like he’d ask u to put eyeliner on him just cause he wants to see what it looks like on him <3

also his hands are probably really steady for some reason?? so if u have shaky hands hed help u put stuff on

ೃ༄ julie gaffney

100% curls ur lashes for u if ur also terrified of the lash curler

does hers with u even though she doesn’t rlly use concealer and foundation and skin stuff cause she washes her face every day <3

but she’d know how to use literally everything and is fucking amazing at it and can help u with whatever u want

would ask u to help her choose colours if she decides to have colourful eyeshadow

let’s u paint her nails <3

ೃ༄ ken wu

i’m ngl he probably just sits there and watches

probably uses the time to just talk about whatever

and if y’all have classes together he asks for help with hw 😭

“so what’s number 4 again??” “oh it’s 13 over 6” “ty!!”

he’d also start organizing ur makeup for funsies and brings u snacks and water if he gets bored

ೃ༄ dean portman

will look through literally all ur makeup for funsies

and also asks a shit ton of questions

would probably say “that’s so girly 😹🫵” as a joke but he’s actually rlly intrigued and likes watching u do it

hands u whatever u need but u probably have to explain it to him and he grabs it at the last second to be a bitch

“can u hand me the lash curler?” “the what” “that curvy thing that looks like a little science tool” “wtf r u talking about” “oh my god let me—“ “OHHH U MEAN THIS”

sometimes he actually has no idea wtf u mean though

ೃ༄ luis mendoza

knows what everything is cause as we all know this MAN WHORE has had like 400 gfs

would suggest different lip colours to do

will 100% rizz u up while ur putting on lip gloss or lipstick

“i like that colour, u should kiss me so we can both have it” “that wasn’t smooth at all”

he also makes jokes like the little comedian he is (compares random people to random shit)

ೃ༄ dwayne robertson

he’s like adam but more talkative

would try to guess what everything is used for and like very rarely gets it right

but when he does he gets so excited

he’d do ur hair while u do ur makeup so u don’t have to after

WOULD PLAY COUNTRY MUSIC IN THE BG.

[cupids-diner]

Adam Banks #99 - The Mighty Duck

[whyareyouhere66]

➢ Polaroid

multiple male x GN reader

warnings: none

x

When he’s got your Polaroid displayed in his car.

The radio has music wafting through the speakers, a small charm hanging from the rear view mirror as he casually turns the wheel with the palm of his hand, turning onto a new street. 

His eyes are trained on the road, humming slightly to the song as it plays, when he sees the small white frame out of the corner of his eye.

The corner of it is stuck into a crevice somewhere on the dashboard, and your bright smile fills the space, eyes wrinkled and narrowed into a squint as the picture was taken seconds into a laugh. In the picture, your head is tilted up to look at the camera, the flash lighting up your face leaving it perfectly framed for him to admire.

At the sight of it, his lips quirk up into a small and fond smile. He had put it there so whenever you weren’t there in person, he could still have you there somehow, by your designated seat on the passenger side. Anyone who got into the car would be welcomed by your face, even from its spot tucked into the dashboard placed specifically so he could always see it.

The song changes on the radio, a few seconds of talking in the transition between melodies. 

And just like that, he’s turning onto your street.

Pulling in just to see that same pretty face in person. 

[characters: JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge, Pope Heyward, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Mashirao Ojiro, Zed Necropolis, Carlos De Vil, Ben Beast, Sodapop Curtis, Adam Banks, Charlie Conway, Koshi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane]

[sluggmuffin]

Can you do adam banks from mighty ducks with this prompt "wait, don't go, please.."

Don't go ~ Adam Banks

Summary: Adam chose Varsity over your relationship

Contains: slight angst, x gn!reader

A/N: tbh kinda hate this but it was my 3rd time rewriting and I wanted to get something out

"wait, dont go, please"

~~~

He can see it in your face. Hurt. Betrayal. He had just told you he was joining the Varisty team at Eden Hall. 

You had both agreed to attend Eden Hall because it would allow you to play hockey together and spend more time with eachother, but now he'll probably spend all his time with the stupid varsity jocks.

"Fine, we didn't need you anyways." You sneer, shoving his chest, making him stumble.

"Wait, don't go please." He begs, holding onto your shoulder.

"Adam please give me some time to think. You realize this means we won't spend any time together. The varsity team are a bunch of jerks who believe in cliques, there's no way they'll let you be seen with someone from JV." You try to reason, hoping he'll change his mind.

"But aren't you happy for me?" He asks, giving you a confused look.

You sigh and gave a half-hearted smile, not understanding how he still can't comprehend how this affects you guys. "Yes Adam, very happy."

"Good, I'll see you later then," He beams, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

But he didn't see you later. And that was the last kiss he gave you before avoiding you and the other ducks completely. Crazy how popularity can get to someone's head.

[kyleoreillylover]

Undisputed Era x Fem!reader winning the Royal Rumble headcanons

Trigger Warnings: Typical wrestling violence, allusions to smut but no actual smut written, cursing.

A/N: This took so long because I am a perfectionist 😭 But I hope you guys enjoy this!!

Word had gotten around about Vince wanting some NXT wrestlers in the Royal Rumble to see what they were capable of

So you weren't suprised when Triple H pulled you aside after NXT went off the air to ask you to be apart of it.

You were already an established wrestler long before NXT, being one of the most accomplished female wrestlers in the world and the current and longest reigning NXT Women’s champion in history:)

Triple H hugged you before you left and told you to make him proud

And you intended to do just that

Once you tell the boys they are even more excited that you are 😭

They help you train in the weeks before the Royal Rumble

Bobby keeps an eye on you to make sure you arent overworking yourself

Adam gives you some tips and tricks because he’s the only one out of the 5 of you to be in a Royal Rumble

He might flirt with you in between sparring sessions but he calls that some “extra learning experience”

Roderick and Kyle keep your mind from going into anxiety mode that you normally have before big matches

Distracting you with kisses, playing some video games with you on the rare days you had off of work

Providing some good stress relief ;)

On the day of the Royal Rumble, once you got flew out with the rest of the wrestlers and went to your private dressing room.

You got your hair and makeup done and put on your special black and gold Undisputed Era gear when someone knocked on the door

When you answered it you were met with the smiling faces of Kyle, Roderick, Adam and Bobby.

They flew themselves out to surprise you and bought front row tickets to support you :)))

Your heart felt heavy with emotion and you flew into their arms in .5 seconds

“You guys didn’t have to do that.” You mumbled into their chests, your arms tightening around them.

“And watch our girl win the Royal Rumble on some shitty TV instead of live right in front of us? Not happening.”

You told them you would show your appreciation for them later ;)

They stayed with you outside the curtains until a stage tech tapped you told you you would be on in 5.

And remember how they hugged Kyle when he went out for his match against Finn for his NXT championship? That’s exactly how they hugged you before they left 🥹🥹

The cameras captured it and twitter exploded once they saw it 🥹🥹🥹

You were number 2 entrant and when you made your entrance, you weren’t expecting dead silence ofc but you also weren’t expecting your eardrums to burst from how loud the arena went once your music hit 😭

Especially since you were a heel 😭

You held your title up high, putting a smirk on your face as you stared down the Number one entrant, Becky Lynch, with the crowd chanting your name while making your way to the ring.

From the corner of your eye you saw your boys in the front row and you winked at them before getting in the ring.

The bell rang, and Triple H’s words rang through your mind as the biggest test of your career began

Time went by in a haze and it was nearing the 50th minute

Much to the shock of everyone else on the roster, you had racked up the most eliminations and also eliminated the four horsewomen

And you were sure as hell cocky about it!! And your men were too, you could hear them cheering from the crowd.

You were sweaty, beaten and bruised but you knew you couldn’t stop now.

You rolled into the ring from the edge of the ring after eliminating Nia Jax and saw there were only 2 other people left, Rhea Ripley and Asuka.

You stared down the 2 of them as the crowd got louder and louder with anticipation, wondering who would win.

The three of you ended up in the front of the ring, beating the life out of each other while trying to hang onto the ropes for dear life.

You were laid out from a vicious knee from Asuka, and you knew you had to get your ass up if you wanted any chance to win, but your body did not want to.

You could hear your boys and the crowd chanting for you to move, but your body only regirtered that once you saw Asuka slip something into her mouth, smirking as she made her way to you.

You moved at the last second, seeing Asuka mist Rhea and Rhea raking her eyes and screaming.

You knew this was your chance and you took it, drop kicking the both of them out of the ring and onto the floor.

You screamed in glee as soon as you saw them laid out on the floor, and it felt like time slowed down once the bell rang and you were announced as the winner.

You only registered what was happening when you felt yourself get picked up off the floor, the noise of the crowd being drowned out by you being spun around in the air.

“You did it! You fucking did it!” Adam yelled into your ear, spinning you around.

“I fucking did it!” You yelled back, your eyes beaming as he set you down. The others rushed into the ring, pushing past Adam to bring you into a tight hug.

“You did it, babe!!” Kyle cheered, his arms tightening around you as Bobby and Roderick hugged you from behind.

“We’re so freaking proud of you, y’know that?” Bobby tenderly said, his eyes shining with pride as he looked at you.

“I think I got that from how hard you’re hugging me.” You joked, squealing when they hugged you tighter.

“I was kidding!” They giggled at you before letting you go. Roderick smoothed your hair before giving you a kiss on your head. “You deserve this.” He whispered against your head before pulling back, and you blinked away the tears trying to come out of your eyes.

“Don’t make me cry, I have a reputation to keep.” You teased him, and he smiled at you before leaning down to help you go on his shoulder, Adam doing the same thing with Kyle and Bobby helping them lift you up.

You gave them one last smile before putting on a smirk and looking up at the crowd, who were on their feet and roared when you were lifted up.

And as you pointed to the Wrestlemania sign, standing on top of the world after the biggest win of your career and with the people you loved the most by your side, you never wanted to leave that moment.

[williamschenk-banks]

I saw Saw I over a decade ago, and only just marathoned the rest of the movies last weekend (excepting Saw X going to try for that this weekend). Going to use this as a side blog for fic and headcannons for these silly guys.

Will be working on spiralshipping and chainshiping prompts first, but also plan on getting some Hoffman x OC fics out there as well. Billy the Doll as the official mascot of the murder family, was not what Peepaw had planned going in, but he’s stuck with these losers now and Billy’s the best of the lot.

Please send me prompts, I’d love to have some ideas to throw at the wall.

When I get writers block I tend to work on Moodboards so expect to see a few of those as well as we get on with things.

[sashiavi]

✧˚·.SashiAvi's Kinktober Day Six.·˚✧

#6|Skinny Dipping|#6

Sebastian x Reader - Word Count - 2.3k

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There was something serene about the mountain lake at night. White moon beaming down its gaze, the dazzly lights of the stars freckled over the water’s clear surface, rippling against the bank. Frogs croak in the distance, their chests beating out with each ribbit, a sing-along with the chorus of crickets chirping their way through the night.

Sebastian can barely hear it though. 

Ears cotton stuffed, deaf to the rest of the world, his eyes hyper-focused on you; The way you look up at him, skin naked and wet, hidden away under the water’s surface save for the supple skin of your collarbones and shoulders. Careful droplets caress over your form, rolling down your wet skin, going home to the pool below.

“Hi..” It’s all he can muster, running a palm down each side of your waist, holding the divet from your ribs to hips, letting his fingers sink into the soft curve of your body.

If he knew this was how a simple night smoke would have gone then Yoba, he would gladly become a chain smoker, blowing through pack after pack to have you just like this. To have a chance of catching you walking his way. To keep you from going home in a timely manner to selfishly drink up your company. You weren’t new to each other. Finding that sweet dance of playful sex, fooling around during your shared moments of downtime, exploring your bodies through rough bites and hard, snapping rolls of hips.

This was something else. Something all-new and different.

It started with a quip, some stupid thing that had managed to catch your attention, striking up a conversation full of sarcasm, dry and witty, bordering on something self-deprecating. You fed into it, spurring the conversation along, even accepting the butt of his cigarette when he offered it up to you. Oh, how your lips wrapped around the filter as you take in a drag, blowing that spicy smoke out from your lungs, up into the air before it wafts away.

Closer and closer you came together, leaned up against the thick bark of a cedar tree by the bank of the lake, shaded by the soft shaking leaves, hidden from the moonlight, faces lit up by the soft orange glow of the cigarette with each pulling drag. Sebastian’s lazy, squinted eyes flick between your own, watching the glint of moisture spark with the flickering burn of the minuscule blaze. His teeth sink into the pierced flesh of his bottom lip, Adam’s apple bobbing with his dry attempt at a swallow.

Tensions. Oh, tensions.

Rising up and up until they boil over.

You breathe out slow, letting the thick smoke escape your lungs, leaning close, blowing the spiced air gently into his face, chin tilted up as if you were going to press your lips into his own. Of course you pull away, holding the dying cigarette to his lips, watching the ash burn bright with a final pulling drag before the poor butt is flicked away. Sebastian holds his breath in his lungs, letting his palm cup your jaw, long fingers spreading to hold your face, thumb brushing once over with a caress.

You part your lips for him, breathing in his smoke, taking the shotgun with a little quirk of a grin cracking at the corner of your mouth. Honest to Yoba, Sebastian nearly lets himself hum out a sound of need, aching to get his lips on a newfound craving, to hell with his smokes, you were worse than nicotine, wanting to taste you on his lips and never get rid of everything you could give him. Before he can even get a kiss in, your finger stops him, pressed into the plump swell in a shushing motion, a light chuckle huffing from your throat.

You pull away and he chases, pitifully leaning forward into the newfound empty space, awing at the effect you have on the otherwise stoic man. You throw him a look over your shoulder, easily slipping off your top, throwing the fabric his way, shielding his view of your stripping form before he hears the wavering wave of the lake, moulding around your body as you get in. You were something spontaneous, ripping him from his comfort zone, somehow urging him to remove his own clothes with a cheeky beckon of your finger and a light, sing-song call of his name.

You were a siren, he was sure, pulling him against his own judgements as if he were hogtied, making his heart beat hard on his ribs, getting his mind to follow your call.

“Water’s nice, Sebby~” It's really all it takes for him to chase you like a lost kitten.

Of course you tease and run, splashing him with water, flicking droplets with a kick of your legs when you try to avoid him, play-fighting under the beam of the moon, disrupting the flat surface of the water. Push and pull, cat and mouse- Except Sebastian isn’t entirely sure who exactly the mouse was in this situation.

But you’re ever so gracious, aren't you? Wrapping your arms around his neck, legs hooking on to him as if you were a koala, lifted effortlessly thanks to the gravity defying properties the water blessed you with. He greets you, and you breathe back.

“Hi yourself..” Twinkly, sparkly eyes kissed by the moonlight. It's all he can think about. Your gorgeous face all damp, ends of your hair lapped at by the water, lightly moistened thanks to all the play teasing.

Words are useless.

Especially when his lips are on your own, moulding to your sweet mouth, deep and spit filled with tongues swirling over each other, noses huffing in search of air, and yet refusing to properly pull away. It's all silent sighs against each other's lips, clicky spit-filled swallows as you try to catch your breath, arms tightening around his neck in a desperate lock, fingers threading through the hair on the back of his head. Sebastian’s hands wander, down your waist, squeezing your hips, curving over your ass for leverage, carefully grinding you into the swelling pudge of his cock, making himself at home between your warm folds. That's what this was; Warm. So, so warm on his skin, shivering goosebumps down his back at the juxtaposition of the cool, lapping water.

He moans, and so do you. Swallowing down each other’s sounds with feverish kisses, lips moving harder and faster, slipping from the slow tandem you had roped yourself into, more teeth, clattering and clipping with little care - Hands racking through his hair, grabbing healthy fistfuls with a squeezing a tug, palms squishing the fat of your ass in a groping massage. 

“Fuck me-” You chirp between hot kisses, squeezing your legs around him tighter, pushing the swell of your tits into his chest. Sebastian groans, clumsily moving you to the bank of the lake, pressing you into the slope of sandy, pebbly dirt, bodies still mingled within the lapping water. Your hair is not spared from being drenched and sand-filled, cool water kissing your skin, washing over the hot press of your bodies. Sebasian’s hands dig into the ground, fingers scratching lines into the surface with a pebbly drag, taking desperate fistfuls as his lips continue to devour your own. 

His chest huffs, eyes glued shut as his kisses move, biting down your neck, letting himself suckle deep bruises and teeth-filled nibbles into all the sensitive spots of your skin. You cry out, breathing his name with a hiccup in your throat, fingers twisting a tug against his hair, thighs squishing him harder against you. The sound makes his cock bob, that call out into the open air, right by his own home, crying out for his attention seemingly uncaring of any prying ears that could be nearby. 

He couldn't hold back, not like this, Yoba- He needed you, needed to sink his cock into your cunt, feel the warmth wrap all snug around his veiny length, save himself from the bite of the night air and the lap of shallow water licking at your bodies. His own tongue dares to lap up those droplets on your skin, licking the rough of his taste buds up your soft neck, finishing with a spitty kiss to your ear before he growls out.

“Put me in, Princess.. That's it- cmon..” He urges, nuzzling his temple against your own, coaxing you through the process of sinking him into your heat. “Hold me like that- fuck.. Tugging on me so sweetly.. Getting me nice and hard f’you? Yeahahh?” He can’t help but babble a little, spurred on by his own desperation, something he brought upon himself- Nothing kills a man faster than his own head.

“Promise- promise you’ll fuck me- please.. Pleaseplease-” You slip his head between your folds, sticky-wet even through the wash of water between your laps.

“Promise, Baby- Gonna fuck you s’good, s’okay- I gotcha.. I gotcha..hahh-” He nods, rolling his hips while he speaks his promises, sliding through the fat of your pussy, knocking on your clit.

Sometimes to stay alive you've got to kill your mind. And it dies. Any legible thoughts killed away with the warm sink of his cock into your supple, velvety cunt, pulsing hard with a thick, veiny throb when the pudge of his head kisses a press into your cervix.

Sebastian muffles a groan, huffed with an ‘oomph’ from his teeth-bitten lips, already starting a steady rhythm, humping into your cunt, letting your legs pull him in over and over. God, you mewl, chin tilted up to the night sky, hands clawing into his hair, fingers squeezing at the swell of his shoulder, doing your very best to pull him closer. It's impossible and yet? He craves it, needs to be pressed into you in every way possible, lapping at your tongue, fucking snappy thrusts into your creamy cunt.

He pulls back to see you, shining in that bath of moonlight, dark and lathered in sweet mystery at the luna’s kiss, the lake water pooling around your hips shining bright with those twinkles of light, lapping at your skin with each rolling thrust of his hips.

“Fuck..” More, More- Needs to see more.

His gritty sand groaned dirt covered hands pry at your legs, pressing rough grains into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, pressing you down into the water- The sweetest mating press one ever could muster - Legs spread nice and wide for him, pinned and stinging with the grit of dirt, knees rocking in tandem with each snap of his hips. Don’t get him started on the noises. Mewly moans and chanting babbles of his name dribbling from your lips, the squelchy sweetness of your cunt paired with the repetitive ripple of water following his every thrust. Skin splashes together, sprays of dribbling droplets coming off of the connection, bodies clapping together with a vulgar ‘plap, plap, plap.’

“Ahh.. hmmn~ S-Seb-!” You writhe and moan, squirming against the sandy bank, one hand gripped desperately at one of his wrists holding pressure into your spread legs, grounding yourself with him. The other messes with your clit, rolling the bud between your fingers, circling the sweet thing with the flat of your fingertips all while his hips smush into your knuckles with every grinding roll.

Sebastian’s palms slide up, hooking under your knees, into the soft underside connecting the joint, grinding your poor skin into the pebbly lake floor. He mounts himself on you, fucking feverishly into your cunt, hips moving down with obnoxious claps, splashy water perpetuating the noise- He stuffs his face into your neck, lips and teeth back on your skin, sinking down into the supple flesh while his cock dares to throb. 

Closer and closer- Feeling a build up in the depths of his gut, veins gushing warm blood into the tip of his cock with a hot flex, threatening to spill and burst-

“Cumming-! S..Sebastian! Ohhh Baby please- please!” You beat him to it, crying out for him so sweetly like that, sobby sounds cutting through the splash of water rippling with his fucks, fingers tightening on his wrist, speeding up against the bead of your cunt.

“That's it- Cum f’me.. Gonna be right there, Princess- Fuckk take me there-” His throat growls out a deep groan, teeth grit while he keeps up those praises, sweet talking you through the brunt of your orgasm, laughing a huffy, arousal tainted chuckle all light from his chest when you cream. Sweet and squeezy, velvety walls massaging the length of his cock as you cum, pussy suckling him in, inviting the hot pulse of his own orgasm with a loving hug.

His hips snap in sharp staccatos, throat stuck in a perpetual growl with each lingering fuck as he spurts. He creams into you, hot and ropey filling up the depths of your sweetness, milked off by your squeezing. His eyes dare to roll, jaw going slack with sloppy, hasteful kisses, voice box betraying him with shameless praises and confessions, accidental “I fuckin love you’s” gasped into the skin of your neck.

He gifts you a final grind, rocking his hips in small motions, working you through the comedown, handsy palms opting to pet and soothe at your thighs, tickling the skin from the inner depths of your bikini line all the way up to the knee. He helps your poor legs wrap back around him, nice and comfy while he comes down to knock his forehead into your own, resting his weight on his forearms, trapping you into your own little bubble. Away from the moon, hot breaths huffing in the space, crickets entering Sebastian’s ears once more, the surrounding atmosphere gracing its presence in his mind once again. 

He swallows thick, breathing hard, nuzzling his nose before pulling away just enough to see you.

“Hi..” It's all soft giggles of disbelief from there.

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