#adam banks x reader

[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. 

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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.

[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.

[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 :)

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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

[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]

A winters reunion - Guy Germaine

Warnings: none!

Rating: fluff

The crisp Minnesota air greeted you as you stepped off the plane, the familiar chill seeping through your jacket. You hadn't been back in a few years—not since the last time you visited your uncle, Gordon Bombay, and spent a whirlwind of a summer reconnecting with your figure skating roots. That summer, you’d found yourself skating in the same rink as the Ducks, and more specifically, spending a lot of time with Guy Germaine. You smiled at the memory. You were both so young, so caught up in the thrill of something new.

Now, as you made your way through the terminal, the past few years felt like a blur. You’d been on the rise in the figure skating world, traveling, competing, and living a life that, on the surface, seemed perfect. But behind the flawless spins and jumps, there was a heart that had just been through a breakup. The last thing you needed was to fall for someone else—but you couldn’t help but think of Guy.

You were supposed to meet him later today. Gordon had arranged for Guy to pick you up and bring you to the rink for a bit of skating before you caught up with your uncle. The thought of seeing him again made your heart race. How much had he changed? How much had you changed?

As you walked into the arrivals hall, you saw him instantly. Guy Germaine was standing there, hands in the pockets of his jacket, his blonde hair a little longer, his shoulders broader. He was no longer the boy you remembered—he was a man. And when he spotted you, his face lit up with a smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey, stranger,” he said, pulling you into a warm hug. His embrace felt safe, like you were exactly where you needed to be.

“Hey, yourself,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s been a while.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “Yeah, it has. Too long, if you ask me.”

You didn’t trust yourself to say anything more, so you just smiled and nodded. As he took your bag and led you to his car, you couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt to be with him. The conversation flowed easily as you drove through the snow-dusted streets of Minneapolis, catching up on everything and nothing at the same time.

When you arrived at the rink, it was like stepping back in time. The familiar smell of ice and the distant echo of skates cutting through it made you feel at home. You both laced up your skates and stepped onto the ice, gliding effortlessly across the surface.

At first, it was just like old times—laughing, teasing, and showing off a bit. But as the minutes passed, there was something more in the air. A quiet tension that neither of you acknowledged but both of you felt. You stopped at the center of the rink, breathless from both skating and the electricity between you.

“Are you okay?” Guy asked suddenly, his tone gentle, his eyes full of concern.

You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with the weight of your heartbreak. “I’m getting there,” you admitted finally.

He nodded, as if he understood more than you were saying. “I heard about what happened. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling a lump form in your throat. “But I’m not here to talk about that.”

He stepped closer, his voice low and full of promise. “Then let me help you forget. Let me spoil you a little.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I don’t need to be spoiled, Guy.”

“Maybe not,” he said, smiling in that way that always made you weak. “But you deserve it.”

And so, he did just that. The days that followed were a blur of laughter, late-night drives, and quiet moments where you almost forgot about the pain. He took you to all his favorite spots in the city, places you’d never been, and places you’d visited together as teenagers. He treated you to dinners, insisted on paying for everything, and made you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

But it wasn’t just the grand gestures that made your heart swell. It was the way he listened, the way he made you feel seen and understood. He never pushed, never tried to force anything. He was just there, steady and constant, like the ice beneath your feet.

One evening, as you sat on a bench overlooking a frozen lake, bundled up in coats and scarves, you realized something. You weren’t just getting over your ex—you were falling for Guy all over again.

He turned to you, his breath visible in the cold air. “You know, I’ve thought about you a lot since you left.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he said, reaching for your hand. “And I promised myself that if I ever got another chance, I wouldn’t let you go.”

You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the same boy you’d once flirted with, but also so much more. He was right—this was another chance. And maybe this time, you wouldn’t let go either.

As he leaned in, the world around you faded away. It was just the two of you, in this moment, finally getting the chance you both deserved.

And when his lips met yours, it was like coming home.

A/N: I am like super sick, and I will probably post more, also it’s a three day weekend! I have several stuff in the works so… yippee!

[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.

[lunarfleur]

Denial Is A River In Egypt ~ Adam Banks

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @ilovejoekeeryy

Warnings:none!

Prompt: ‘“You’re in denial.” “I am not in denial.”’ “Just put us all out of our misery and admit it already.”

This is x gender neutral reader!

Maybe it was the way they looked when skating. Maybe it was the jersey. Maybe it was their smile. God, maybe it was just everything.

He couldn’t stop staring at them. He wouldn’t stop silently pleading for them to look at him the same. Just for second, it’d be enough.

Adam watched as they skated, perfect balance on their skates, and chatted happily with Connie and Guy. He couldn’t help but be jealous of the two. If anyone would make it all the way, it’d be them.

“Just put us all out of our misery and admit it already,” Goldberg sighed from behind him. Adam turned around, cocking an eyebrow.

“Admit what?” Goldberg scoffed, eyes rolling in an annoyance Adam didn’t quite understand.

“That you’re in love.”

Adam’s face contorted into an expression that couldn’t really be described-maybe it was puzzled, maybe it was offended.

Adam snorted, nose scrunching.

“I’m not in love with [name].”

“Who said anything about them? I could have been talking about Connie, or even Guy.”

Adam paused for a minute, feeling the heat creep down his neck. It taunted him.

“Goldberg,” he started, “shut up.”

There was a moment of silence, and Adam watched as they skated towards him. Closer and closer they got, but never close enough.

“You’re in denial,” Greg teased in a sing-song voice.

“I am not in denial.”

“Adam, hey,” they greeted him cheerfully. “Connie, Guy, and I are going to grab some food. Wanna come?”

Adam chuckled, rushing to untie his skates.

“Yeah!” He was overly enthusiastic about it, really. He knew they probably just didn’t want to third wheel, but he didn’t care.

Averman walked over, the red-head watching the way Adam eyed them. He cracked a smile, snorts of laughter being almost impossible to choke down.

“Denial is a river in Egypt, my friend,” he sighed, patting Adam on the shoulder.

Adam just rolled his eyes.

He was most definitely in denial.

[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.

[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.

[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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[lovingmymans]

Victim of Circumstance : Adam Banks x Fem!Reader Portman story

Chapter Four : New Kids

Pairings : Hints of Dean Portman x Julie Gaffney

Word Count : 3.3k

Warnings : Sibling Shenanigans, Fluff, Meet Cute?, Bad Flirting from Dean, Slight Angst, Tiny conflict, Introverted you

Summary : You and Dean meet the new players joining U.S.A. Team and get to know each other. But you're not opening up to them so easily.

A/N : Didn’t want this to be too long but it got out of control but it’s good I promise :) Plus we're getting closer to the events of the movie, yay.

Like the rest of Ontario, the hotel was nice. It wasn’t fancy but it wasn’t lousy either. The walls are a peach color and there's different kinds of plants decorating the place. The lobby had enough windows to let the sunlight in.

To the left of the receptionist are two elevators and next to that was the cafeteria. You can smell the food from pizza to burgers to brownies and cookies.

You sign in with the receptionist and get the room numbers before heading to the elevators. You didn’t have to wait long for the doors to open.

“What do you think the new kids are like?” Deans asks as the elevator goes up.

You shrug. “Don’t know.“

“Mr.Tibbles said there was a girl.” Dean smiles, completely ignoring you. “Wonder if she’s cute.”

You didn’t even get a chance to settle in first and Dean’s already thinking about babes. This has to be a new record for him.

“Hopefully the boys are nothing like you.” You comment as the elevator stops and you walk out with your luggage.

Dean grins and follows you. “It wouldn’t be that bad.”

You let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Have you ever tried living with yourself? It ain’t all sunshine and rainbows.”

“Beats living with a drooly dog. I mean you." He laughs.

“Oh, look who’s talking. You be loudly barking like one.” You scoff before mocking him with a deep voice. “Look at that babe. Imma wanna-be Guns N’ Roses member. I poke my nose and eat my boogers.”

He looks at you annoyed and smacks your shoulder. “Ey, I don’t do that and I don’t sound like that, J!”

“I don’t sound like that, J.” You mock him. “That’s exactly how you sound.”

Dean grumbles and stops to glare down at you without saying a word. Whether because he had no comeback or because he wanted to scare you, you’re not sure.

Either way, you’re unfazed by it. You smirk as you meet his eyes and slightly tilt your head, silenting threatening him to do or say something.

Suddenly the door to your right opens and a hispanic boy with black fluffy hair and clean thick eyebrows walks out but stops at the sight of the two of you. He glances at you and Dean, concerned and worried of what he’s witnessing.

You look at him and the boy forces a smile before silently closing the door, the number on it matching the number the receptionist gave.

“Great." Dean hits your shoulder "You scared our teammate.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

You roll your eyes and don’t move from your spot as Dean knocks on the door. You wait for a good minute and Dean gives you a mean look, blaming you for it, which you flip him off.

The door finally opens but it’s a white boy who opens. He wears a cowboy hat, boots, a long sleeve button up that’s tucked into his pants. He’s as tall as Dean but leaner and has a kind face and rosy cheeks.

He doesn't look like someone you should worry about.

The boy looks at Dean then at you then back at Dean. “Can I help y’all?” He says with a southern drawl you’d only hear in western movies.

“Hey, Cowboy.” Dean teases with a grin. “My sis didn’t mean to scare your friend. She just has that bitch resting face.”

You smack Dean hard in the back of his head. “And you got that ugly resting face. Oh, wait, that’s just your face.”

“She didn’t deny it.” Dean smiles as he rubs the spot. The boy’s eyes widen but he smiles at you. “I’m Dean Portman. Your new roommate.”

At the information, the hispanic boy appears next to the white boy with eyes wide and an asian boy, much shorter, pushes his way between the two boys and stares up at Dean in shock.

“You’re our roommate?” His voice goes high pitched at the word. “You look eighteen.”

You snort out a chuckle and Dean flips you off without looking, keeping his eyes on the short boy. “Imma let it pass since you don’t know me but next time show some respect. Haven’t you heard about respecting your elders?”

“That’s rich coming from you.” You whisper loud enough for him to hear.

Dean turns and looks at you annoyed. “Don’t you have a roommate to meet?”

You smirk and shrug which only annoys him more.

The hispanic boy scoots over and looks at you over Dean’s body. He takes in the sight of you and when you catch him, he doesn’t close the door like before.

A small and flirty smile forms on his lips and you give him a weird look. “So you’re our roommate too?”

Before you can say anything, the white boy pats his shoulder. “Course she’s not, Luis. She’s most likely Julie’s since they’re both girls.”

“I know, Dwayne.” He smiles at his friend. “I was just joking and trying to be friendly.”

“Well you suck.” Dean gives him a disgusted and forced smile.

“Good thing I wasn’t trying to be friendly to you.”

You smirk at Luis’s words and he sees it which makes him smile. Dean grumbles at the sight but you and Luis are unbothered.

“Wait, are you with us?” The asian boy questions you, looking genuinely confused. “I mean a part of the team?”

You nod.

He smiles. “Cool.”

The corners of your mouth faintly curve upward as you look at him.

He couldn’t be much younger than twelve, maybe thirteen. He still has the sparkle in his eyes and his smile radiates childlike joy.

You glance at Dean, memories of him at that age pop in your mind and it has your heart aching. But you force them away and look at Luis as he speaks up.

“We’re all heading downstairs to eat. Why don’t you join us? We can get to know each other better.” He says the last part with a smile directed at you.

“Hell no.” Dean gets between you and Luis and gives the boy a mean look. “You ain’t coming near my sister.”

You fight off a smile and pat Dean’s shoulder. “D, he means all of us. That includes the girl.”

Dean looks at you unamused, knowing what you were doing but you can see the glint in his eyes. You peaked his interest.

Just then, the door across from the boys’ opens and a girl walks out. She has dirty blonde hair that stops below her shoulders and wears a plain red shirt with a flannel over it, loose fitted pants and converse that match her shirt.

“Hey, Julie.” Dwayne greets her with a smile then motions to you and Dean. “These two are new to the team too.”

Julie nods and steps towards the group, leaving the door ajar behind her. Her eyes land on Dean first, going from his hair to his boots and back to his head.

“Julie, huh.” Dean whispers, almost breathless as he stares at her with a soft smile. He offers her his hand. “I’m Dean.”

“Good for you.” She simply says but you hear the tinge of teasing beneath it.

It makes Dean’s smile grow.

Her eyes then go to you, darting from your hair to your boots like she did with Dean. “I like your style.”

You arch an eyebrow and give her a once-over. She wasn’t teasing like she did with Dean nor was she lying. She was being genuine.

”Like yours too.” You mumble with a small nod.

She smiles. “Do you need help with your stuff?”

You shake your head and take your luggage into the room. You set them next to the empty twin bed along with your backpack and hockey bag before meeting the group back in the hallway.

Julie smiles at everyone, except Dean, and begins leading the way. “Alright, come on, guys. I’m starving.”

You follow behind everyone beside Dean. You notice his attention on Julie, the look in his eyes and the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards as his mouth hangs slightly agape.

Located by the windows in the middle is the table you all sit at. You sit next to Dean, Julie across from you, Dwayne to her right and to her left is Luis then Ken.

Dean is already bonding with Dwayne about a tv show they both watch while Ken and Luis talk about which drink is the best since Luis commented on Ken’s ‘disgusting’ drink.

Julie listens to both conversations and smiles to herself while you eat your food in silence which you don’t mind but it’s short lived.

“Hey… um,” Julie looks at you with hesitation, “I didn’t catch your name and I don’t think the boys told me.”

“Didn’t tell them.” You shrug and continue to eat your burger.

Dean suddenly elbows your side and you glare at him. He gives you a look, silently berating you for being rude, and you give one back, silently calling him a hypocrite. You two go back and forth, giving each other looks that only you two understood.

The boys and Julie watch in silence and glance at each other as if the other would have a clue on what was happening before looking back at you and Dean.

“What are you guys doing?” Ken is the one to ask.

Dean looks away and gives Ken a weird look. “What?”

“Y’all giving each other looks like y’all are talking with your minds.” Dwayne jokes and the others agree with him.

“It’s a twin thing.” Dean waves them off and goes back to look at you but they interrupt.

“You’re twins!” They say at the same time, mouths hanging open and eyes wide.

You and Dean look at them with judgement before realizing they really didn’t know. Growing up in the same place with the same people makes you forget not everyone knows you’re twins.

“Mr.Tibbles didn’t tell you?” They shake their heads and Dean smirks. "I guess it’s hard to tell since I got the good looking genes, eh.”

You roll your eyes. “You got a face only Ma can love, D”

“Don’t be jealous, JJ.” Dean laughs, making your lips curl in annoyance. He then grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together. “You got a face only Dad can love.”

He wasn’t wrong there. You punch him in the stomach and he groans in pain, letting go of your face to cradle his stomach.

“Call me JJ.” You tell Julie and the boys.

Dwayne brows furrow. “Does that stand for something or is it a nickname?”

Dean grins. “It’s a nickname and stands for Joan Jett since she desperately wants to be her.” He steals a fry from you and stuffs it in his mouth before you can get it back.

“You little-”

“Anyways,” Dean cuts you off and smiles at Julie. “So, where you from, Beautiful?”

She looks unamused and gives him a sarcastic smile. “I’m from Bangor, Maine, Bug.”

“I’m from Austin, Texas.” Dwayne comments.

“Miami, Florida.” Luis says with a smile.

Ken quickly takes a sip of his drink to pass the food he’s chewing. “And I’m from San Francisco.”

“Cool. We’re from Chicago.”

“Chicago?” Julie sits up straighter and looks interested. “I heard it’s nice out there.”

“It is.” Dean answers quickly before acting casual. “I can show you around after we win.”

Ken and Dwayne laugh while you make eye contact with Luis as you both look unamused which catches you by surprise.

Dean’s an open book when it comes to emotions. It’s one thing you admire about him but also dislike since you’ve seen it be used against him.

Right now, you don’t think it’s a good idea for him to be so open about his interest in Julie. But when Dean sees the small smile on her face as she shakes her head, you know he won’t care.

The group begins to talk about their specialties on the ice. Luis is fast but has trouble stopping, Dwayne is a good puck handler, Ken was a figure skater before turning to hockey and Julie’s a goalie with quick reflexes.

“What about you, JJ?” Ken asks.

You stop mid-chew and stare at them. They wait patiently, giving you their attention. They don’t look away or glance at Dean. They genuinely want to hear from you.

It makes you feel weird.

You glance at Dean and he smiles softly. You nod and finish chewing. “D and I are enforcers.”

“You’re an enforcer?” Luis says with surprise.

“Shocker.” You joke.

He shakes his head. “No. I didn’t mean it like that.’

“He just means you seem the quiet type.” Dwayne saves him. “Since you’ve been here, you’ve only spoken less than ten words to us.”

“That’s just how she is with new people. She’s not much of a talker but she’s getting better.” Dean defends you before grinning and patting your back. “Don’t let it fool you though. She’s taken down guys twice her size.”

You don’t comment and take a sip from your drink. Dean then laughs and you furrow your brows.

“Remember when you took down that one dude from the Bulldogs.”

Your nose scrunches up at the mention of the team. Back home, the Bulldogs were the team’s rival and the boy Dean is talking about was the worst.

He was a big dude, strong and tall. He played rough and dirty, not caring if he injured players. What you hated most was the fact that he would mainly mess with kids half his size.

Dean turns his attention to the four across from him. ”Dude was a dirty player and during this game, he kept going after one of our guys so JJ smashed him against the walls and it pissed him off. He pulled a dirty move on her so-”

“I sent a message.” You finish for him with a low tone.

Dean laughs. “And he got it. Man left the rink with a bloody and broken nose and I think he lost a tooth too. Man, it was crazy. JJ got kicked out but it was worth it.”

The corner of your mouth turns upward as you look at Dean. The memory was nice but it’s the fact that he’s reciting it with so much glee like it’s a cool episode with his favorite character that has you smiling.

It brings you a sense of pride.

Dwayne chuckles awkwardly. “Well it’s a good thing you’re on our team then.”

Despite the chuckle, there’s fear in his eyes, it’s present in the others. Last time you saw fear you caused, things didn’t end well.

You bite your inner cheek and lower your gaze.

Dean instantly notices your mood change and changes the subject. You don’t pay much attention to the conversation then.

You’re all heading back to the rooms when Dean grabs your forearm and pulls you back. He waits for the two of you to be alone in the hallway before looking at you with concern

“You good?”

You furrow your brows. “What?”

“You good?” He repeats, putting emphasis on his words as his eyes soften.

You were planning on ignoring what happened earlier, acting like it never happened. Dean doesn't share that sentiment and like always, confronts you.

You nod. “All good.”

“JJ.”

“It’s all good, D. You don’t needa worry.” You reassure him as you push his hand away and mess with his hair. “That’s my job.”

“Really.” Dean pushes your hand away. “I can worry about you too, you know.”

“But you don’t need to. You’re the youngest.”

He rolls his eyes. “Again with that.”

You smile and pat his arm before heading towards your room but Dean stops you again.

“Hey, um, can you put in a good word for me with J-“

“No.”

“Come on. Do it for your baby bro.”

“Oh, now you my baby brother.” You smirk and shake your head. Dean smiles big and you return it before closing the door on him.

You walk towards your bed and see Julie smiling to herself as she checks the camera in her hands. You don’t comment on it and sit on your bed, getting your Walkman and small case from your backpack.

“Is your brother always like that?” Julie speaks up and you look to see the smile still on her face.

“Annoying?”

“You said it, not me.” She laughs a little.

You shrug. “He’s my baby brother so I don’t mind. Plus he means well.” You pause for a second then sigh. “And he’s good company. You’d have fun and never get bored with him.”

Julie tilts her head. “Is that you talking or is it him?”

“Must be the twin thing.”

Julie laughs. You stare at her for a few seconds before focusing on your walkman. You take the cassette tape out and replace it with another from the case.

“Hey,” Julie’s voice is soft as she looks at you with furrowed brows and a faint frown. “About earlier. If we said something to offend you-”

“I dunno what you’re talking ‘bout.”

“Look, I know we just met but I saw the look you had when Dwayne made that joke. It bothered you, didn't it.”

You stay quiet and stare at your walkman in your hands. It sort of surprises you that Julie noticed and is confronting you about it. More so the fact she's genuine.

You get that weird feeling again.

“I don’t want to say or do something that offends you. We’re going to be teammates and to some extent, friends.”

“We don’t gotta be.” You mumble.

“Well I like to be. You seem like a pretty cool person and a good friend to have.”

You go quiet and process her words. This doesn’t feel real. Why would she want to be your friend?

Then Dean’s words from earlier echo in your head. ‘This isn’t Chicago. No one knows you.’ Julie knows nothing about your past. To her, you’re a normal kid like her.

This could be your chance to be the person that you really are, not the one based on what people think of you. Your past doesn’t control you here.

Your finger twitches, making you think twice, but your eyes drift to the chained bracelet you wear. You curl your hand into a fist and bite your inner cheek before taking a small breath.

“I don't go around hurting people." You confess and look at her. ”I only hurt the ones that deserve it so you and the boys got nothing to worry about.”

Julie stares at you in silence and for a second, you regret telling her the truth but then she nods. It's evident in her eyes that she understands and believes you.

You corner of your mouth twitches upward but you hide it and wipe your nostrils before changing the subject. “So what’s up with the cameras? You a photographer or some?”

Julie smiles and shakes her head. “I just like taking pictures and since I’m in California, I thought it'd be nice to document my time here.”

“Cool.”

“What about you? You have any hobbies?”

“Yeah, I play electric guitar.”

You talk with Julie for the rest of the day. Your walls crumble into nothing as you both get to know each other. You joked with her, smiled and laughed more than you have the past two years.

She became your friend and when you two ended up in the boys room, ambushing them with pillow attacks, they became your friends as well.

It was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. There wasn’t pressure on you or the lingering presence of your failure. You were just a kid finally doing what kids are supposed to do.

And for the moment, you were happy.

[maybejj]

Gossip Girl: Outer Banks Part (26)

✩ masterlist ✩

social media au, 18+ MDNI

warnings: swearing, graphic pictures of bruises, mentions of fighting, mentions of guns

summary: JJ hard launches your relationship on Instagram after 6 months of dating in secret, for good reason. Now the secret is out and all of Outer Banks knows, including Gossip Girl.

JJ x pogue!reader

CAUTION BEFORE READING! this post contains graphic pictures of bruises (no nude photos) but can be highly disturbing for some. please read with caution and take care of yourself. your mental health comes first always 🫶🏻

Part (27)

Notes: please don’t hurt me, hurt gossip girl 😭 at least JJ is free…? let me know your thoughts/concerns/theories!! 🫶🏻 we’re so so SO close to finding out the whole story of what Adam did although you have a big clue already. but wait there’s more

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[spaceagebachelormann]

zigmar i come to you humbly on this fine evening with the simple request that you give me some sort of might duck sustenance por favor and muchas gracias

they can be incoherent and stupid and goofy and silly to the max i just need to rotate this little kids like rotisserie chickens in my mind (esp fulton portman and julie)

random miscellaneous tmd thoughts !

✧ warnings: some of them may be ooc ngl

✧ additional info: u got it pookums 😈😈😈🙏 also these can be read as either platonic or romantic (not luis)

✧ m.list — nav.

♡ charlie conway !

the most insane taste in music literally ever

bro goes from madonna to death metal SO FAST

but ngl his playlist is always the best and he always gets to play music whenever u go anywhere

but oh my god he’d love pierce the veil in present day

HES ALSO LIKE SOMEHOW AMAZING AT MATH. but he cannot do science for literal shit

also his clothing style changes js like his music taste

will literally be kurt cobain one day and morrissey the next (hed hate morrissey though)

♡ adam banks !

every team sleepover/event/literally anything could js be a spontaneous hangout is always at his house

it’s because he’s rich and his house is huge as fuck and he has every board game known to man

just do not play uno because a fight always breaks out (charlie is always part of it)

he’s always the one who ends the fight also

he has this very calming presence that’s so nice to be around and him js talking to whoever got into a fight immediately helps calm them down

also weirdly good at comforting in the middle of the night but never during the day??

♡ lester averman !

he would watch full house religiously prove me wrong

his favourite character is obviously joey because they are one in the same

everyone on the team and their mother has been forced to watch full house while he’s been at their house/vice versa

he can also cook like. decently well !! it’s not something he’d prefer to do but he will for his friends if they’re tired or smth

♡ fulton reed !

this little shit

he is so unbelievably competitive over the smallest things it’s actually insane

typa guy to race u to see who can get to one side of the room first and start genuinely tweaking if he doesn’t win

at sleepovers he refuses to fall asleep first even if it’s just by a few minutes

he could be dead to the world but still have his eyes open cause he refuses to let u win (unless ur his s/o cause he might consider it that way)

♡ connie moreau !

she is definitely a theatre kid idc

her favourite musicals are probably grease, hairspray and heathers

she likes female main characters!!

everytime she gets into a new fandom she immediately starts thinking abt what it’d be like a musical and probably wanted to be a composer at some point

would 100% beg to use the aux on a road trip and then blast hamilton loud as balls

she wholeheartedly believes six is a top tier musical and she will DIE on this hill

(fun fact i’ve met andrea macasaet <3)

♡ guy germaine !

modern day guy would’ve loved basic white girl music

“life is too short to pretend to hate taylor swift” —him

also 100% a britney spears girlie. and nsync and every stereotypical white girl artist

but i wholeheartedly believe britney would be his favourite and he has her whole discography on cassette, cd, vinyl, u name it he has a britney spears collection

also his ass is NOT straight 💀 i’ve never met a straight man who listens to britney spears

♡ julie gaffney !

lowkey a regina george multitude if she wasn’t kinda. yk. a bad person

she’s a mix of cher and regina

everyone at the fancy ass boarding school literally loves her because she’s calm, smart pretty nice etc etc she’s just a really great person to be around

shes that one student who has every assignment finisher a week early, all a’s and 100% in every subject WITHOUT being mean abt it!!

her ass is friends with the whole student population and knows every well and knows all the drama but won’t tell everyone if she thinks it’s too personal (it’s it’s random petty nonsense she tells the team)

♡ ken wu !

secretly rlly good friends with julie but nobody knows even though they do not try to hide it at all

literally wander the halls talking abt whatever just for everyone to be like “y’all are friends???”

also this man secretly loves lana del rey

him and julie will sit on his bedroom floor and literally tell him the most insane and jaw dropping gossip she heard that day while lana is playing in the background

everytime someone asks his favourite lana song he says grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he’s deep-sea fishing on did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd to fuck with them

♡ dean portman !

is actually very very good at math!!

he was a tutor for the 9th/10th graders for a bit to get volunteer hours and also cause he just likes doing math

you’d expect it to be like doing homework with ur dad and the poor kid is in tears while deans like “WHATS NINE. TIMES TWO.” but he’s actually surprisingly patient

if he’s explained something a few times and they still don’t get it he’ll just try it a different way until they get it and work them through the problem

has rlly strong relationships with the 9th and 10th graders cause of this and is essentially their older brother figure

the amount of 14/15 year olds that he’s given relationship advice too is insane (id be one of the 14 year olds probably)

♡ luis mendoza !

his type is secretly quiet girls cause he finds them rlly interesting and likes the thought of them being happy around him but quiet around everyone else

he’s like yes girl be urself with me

it all stemmed from the girl he liked in 8th grade who helped pick up his pencils when she accidentally knocked his pencil case out of his hand (she was a quiet nerdy girl)

like a whole year later and he’s still trying to rizz her up 💀

he’s one of those guys who takes forever to lose feelings

the girl is actually good friends with him btw

♡ dwayne robertson !

i feel like he is fucking AMAZING at baking

his icon is dolly parton and he heard berry pie so he immediately learned how to bake

if someone he knows has a birthday he either bakes the birthday cake or brings them something he made depending on how close he is with them

and holy shit it’s the most amazing thing u will ever taste and nothing will ever compare

yes he’s one of those guys who will go on an 18 minute tangent on how amazing dolly parton is if someone talks shit about her (same i love dolly)