#slugs birthday celly!

[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"

~~~

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.

[spaceagebachelormann]

hey marlee 🤭🤭 happy bday (again) pooks

can I get

THE BEATLES — matchups! give me a brief description of your personality (looks are optional), a fandom and gender preference!

for tmd pleasee!!

okay so I'm very funny if I do say so myself, I love joking around but I'm also very intimidating at first from what I've been told. Im very artistic and I love love love love anything from 60s to the 80s in terms of aesthetic and music. I'm very short and habe curly/wavy brown hair and hazel eyes anddd yeah!!

also male preference please and ty 🫶🫶

omgogmgogmglgl my immediate thought was charlie!!

he would LOVE ur hair and woukd liie always ask to touch it or play with it (or js do it anyway) and he’d also love ur music tatse because u can’t NOT convince me charlie would love 60s music!! and he’d also think ur very funny because he’d laugh at everything

[dumouwin]

happy birthday, rans!

celebration - how rans cellies his bday with his bros

Holster: 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two,” Holster croons, shouldering into the room with a tray filled with breakfast food and coffee.

“Mmm Holtzy,” Ransom murmurs, sitting up in bed. He pulls the covers around himself as Holster sets the tray down and snuggles up next to him on the bed. “Birthday cuddles starting early this year?” Ransom chuckles.

“I’d cuddle you all day if I could, birthday boy,” Holster whispers, mouth pressed to Ransom’s neck. He peppers kisses up the column of Ransom’s neck until Ransom finally turns his head to catch Holster’s lips in a proper kiss.

Bitty and Lardo:

When Ransom gets to Jerry’s, Bits and Lardo are already sitting at their usual booth.

“Happy birthday, Rans!” Bitty exclaims when he sees him, scooching over to make room for Ransom next to him.

“Happy birthday, bro,” Lardo grins, reaching a fist over the table for Ransom to bump. “We ordered you some mozzarella sticks and those wontons you like already.”

“And lunch is on us, so get whatever you want!” Bitty adds.

“Thanks, guys,” Ransom smiles.

“Now,” Bitty says, “Tell us what the dumb biology teacher said today.”

“Oh my God,” Ransom groans, ready to go in.

Chowder, Nursey, and Dex:

Ransom has to laugh when he walks into the Haus and is immediately greeted by all three frogs screaming what seems to be a rendition of “Happy Birthday.” Chowder practically tackles him into a hug while Dex holds out a beer for him and Nursey shoves a present into his hand.

“You guys didn’t need to give me a present!” 

“Just open it, bro,” Dex grins.

Ransom nearly cries when he sees the ‘Mashkov’ on the back of the jersey.

“Holy fuck, guys, we made him cry,” Nursey says.

“Shut the fuck up, this is so nice, I’m allowed to cry,” Ransom chokes out, grabbing the beer and taking a long slug.”I am now formally requesting a birthday frog cuddle.”

He’s knocked over onto the couch immediately and ends up wearing half the beer, but he figures it’s worth it.

Jack and Shitty:

“Shits, the fact that you’re naked is not helping me convince my teammates that this Google Hangout is not a weird sex thing,” Jack whines.

“Woah, woah, woah, are you saying this isn’t a weird sex thing?” Ransom laughs, “Then what is my birthday present?”

“Your present, young Justin, is our presence... and also the Falcs tix and Tim Horton’s giftcard,” Shitty answers, smiling widely on the screen.

Shitty and Jack start bickering, then, and Ransom loves it. It’s just like old times, with Shitty and Jack still in the Haus. It’s a good way to end his birthday - the same way he ended his last three birthdays, now that he thinks about it.

“I love you guys,” he grins.

“We love you too,” they both chorus back.

[sluggmuffin]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 - send a prompt from either this list or this one & a character and i will write you a blurb!

Can I get number 2 from the 2nd prompt list with Earth 42! Miles?? Plss

ALSO HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEK

Hugs From Behind ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Summary: Miles is low key a dick but it's okay bc it was an accident

Warnings: angst, crying, u make up in the end

A/N: oops. umm I didn't mean to make this angsty it just came out. anyways if u wanted fluff I will gladly write another one I love my boy

~~

"Get out" Y/n commanded, keeping their back to their window Miles had come in.

"Ma, cmon you can't be serious." He pleaded, swinging himself over their window so he's fully in their room.

"Get. Out" Y/n repeated through gritted teeth, organizing their desk further.  Truthfully, they didn't want him to leave. They just wanted an apology. And Miles knew that. And as hard as it is for him to admit he's wrong, he knew he had to do it.

"I'm sorry. Really I am."

"You said that last week. And the week before that. I want you to mean it."

He inched closer to Y/n, and even though they didn't want to give in, the minute he wrapped his arms around their waist they knew how this would end. Miles lay his chin on their shoulder, and pressed small kisses to their jawline.

"Miles"

"Yes ma?"

"I want a proper apology."

"Y/n," He starts, before pressing another kiss to your neck. "I'm very sorry I didn't respond to any of your texts-"

"for 7 hours" They mumbled.

"for 7 hours, yes. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you beforehand I'd be busy, and I'm sorry I didn't text you goodnight." He urged, swaying back and forth while keeping his arms around you.

"Miles, you know I always go to bed at 11:30, and if you can't respond to my messages past 4pm, then the least I expect is a 'sorry I'm busy right now baby, I'll text you later, goodnight' when I'm getting ready for bed. I've told you before that I don't want to have to wait, worrying about you, and I've told you before if I don't care if I have to go to bed without a text from you. I know my worth and if you won't give me 2 minutes of your life, then I don't need you." Their voice cracks, on the verge of tears they don't dare turn around to keep them from falling.

"Then why'd you wait" He asks.

"What?"

"You said it yourself. You would go to sleep without a text from me because you don't need me and you know your worth. Then why are you up at-" He leans over your shoulder to turn on your phone that's on the desk, a picture you have of the two of you at the pool as your background lighting up the room."-3am waiting for me?"

"I am not waiting for you," they scoff at the accusation. "I'm cleaning my desk."

"At 3am?" He cocks an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Even though you hate staying up past 12?"

"Okay you know what Miles, yes I was waiting for you. I haven't heard from you for hours so I stayed up for the slim chance you'd text me back, or come apologize, because I really cannot go to bed without knowing your safe." They finally admit, a drop falling from their eye onto the floor.

"Ma, please don't cry," He cranes his neck that's still rested on your shoulder, pressing more kisses against their skin. "I'm really sorry, and if you can find it in your heart to forgive me" He pokes their chest, making the ends of their mouth curve upward. "Then I'd make it up to you as best I can, and I promise, with all my heart, that I will no longer leave you without sleep waiting for my texts."

He unwraps his arms from around Y/ns waist, turning them so their facing him. He gets a good look of their face, eyes puffy from crying, and tear streaks making marks on their face. He kisses the tears away before planting one last kiss on their lips.

"Anyways if you really did want me to leave... I can go. But if not let's get you to bed yeah?"

"Yeah." They agree, a smile tugging at their lips.

And with that, Miles never left them without a goodnight text again, but instead he left them with a healed heart, kisses, and hugs from behind.

~~

[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.

[sluggmuffin]

HEY, HAPPY BDAY, IF ITS OKAY, CAN I REQUEST “heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd “ with Hobie?

Can ya see now? ~ Hobie Brown

Summary: Hobie invites you to a concert, but you can't see so he finds a way to fix that

Contains: fluff, x gn!reader, reader is short-ish (can't see over a large crowd), bad british

A/N: god who knew writing for the loml was so hard

"heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd"

~~~

"God I can't fucking see," you complain, trying desperately to get view of the stage.

Hobie let's out a small laugh, "Told ya to borrow a pair of my platforms." Not taking his eyes off the stage.

"They fit me too big, and I don't want my feet hurting by the end of the night." It was packed as hell, the smell of sweat, weed and alcohol burning your nose, as you stood on your tiptoes.

"C'mere" He says, grabbing your wrist and pushing his way through the crowd. The sudden movement took you by surprise but you did as told and followed him.

Some people gave you guys dirty looks as he made his way closer to the stage, dragging you behind him. You profusely apologized for your friend blocking so many people, but you can't focus because your heart is beating out of your chest.

You know your face is heated and you pray it goes away by the time he takes another glimpse at you.

Your heart is pounding even harder and faster, you're certain that it's as loud as the drums, if not louder, as he readjusts his grip, smiling back at you as he finally makes his way to the front of the crowd.

"Can ya see now?" He questions, stupid grin on his face.

"Thanks Hobie," You sneer as you roll your eyes, trying desperately to not seem flustered.

He slings his heavy arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. "No problem, luv, now enjoy the concert cuz I didn't just piss off a couple hundred people fa nothin'"

You smile and shake your head as the band finishes up a song, glad Hobie decided to invite you here. Arm around you, bodies pressed up against one another, you could get used to this.

[sluggmuffin]

i’m following carson and picking charlie too lmao <3

the “roasting each other for embarrassing moments late at night” prompt? (and then they have a pillow fight afterwards? 👀)

Pillow Fights ~ Charlie Conway

Summary: You and Charlie have a pillow fight after making fun of eachother.

Contains: fluff, x gn!reader

"roasting each other for embarrassing moments late at night"

~~~

You and Charlie were sitting on his bed, talking about the match today. He invited you to stay the night but neither of you were tired, and you passed time by recalling eachothers mistakes today. You laugh, after cracking what you thought was the funniest joke ever about Charlie falling flat on his face.

He doesn't care about the fact you made fun of him for messing up in hockey. He's too focused on your smile. Charlie can't take you seriously when your laughing, the way your nose scrunches with your eyes closed. You look amazing. Your laugh is like music to his ears.

"I know you aren't laughing. You're not even fast on the ice." He shoots back.

Your laughing comes to an abrupt stop. "Hey! I'm very fast." You assure him, playfully crossing your arms.

"Sure you are." He laughs.

"Well you're not even a good captain." You try to say in a serious manner, but crack a smile knowing you're lying.

"You swung and missed the puck completely today." He reminds you, the moment replaying in his head.

"Charlie!" You hissed playfully, reaching for a pillow behind you as you hit him on the head. "That was a moment of weakness, that never happens!"

He laughs, but snatches the pillow from you, this time hitting you on the head. You grab another pillow and go at it, swinging wildly, hoping you hit him somehow. He continues to swing again at you, hitting your back as you tumble off the bed. You both erupt into a fit of laughter, but you quickly stand up to have a height advantage and hit him off the bed too.

After what seems like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, you both sit on the floor in defeat, trying to catch your breath.

"How about we call a truce?" He asks, gasping for air.

"Truce," you agree, resting your head on his shoulder. "But I definitely won't forget how you fell flat on your face."

And with that, he takes one last swing at your head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he thinks of how lucky he is to have you.

[sluggmuffin]

HAPPY (EARLY) BIRTHDAY DUDE

let’s start with a Dancing Queen, with Charlie Conway and “one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze” please and thanks?

I LOVE CHARLIE <333

Cold Instinct ~ Charlie Conway

Summary: You're trying to talk with Charlie but his mind seems to be elsewhere

Contains: light cursing, x gn!reader, "pretty" is used

A/N: Charlie my baby boy 😍😍

"one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze"

~~~

"Fucken hate that new coach" Y/n huffs, plopping down on the bench next to Charlie.

"Coach Orion? How come? I think he's alright." He responds trying to reason with them.

"I dunno I just feel like he's not focusing on what we can already do. Like he's trying to make us learn new stuff even though our old tactics have been working well."

"That's true, I think defense is way harder and more boring than offense, I mean-" Charlie starts, but stops as soon as he feels the weight of Y/n's head on his shoulder.

He glances down, his eyes landing on their face. Peaceful. That was the one word he would use to describe Y/n right now. Eyes shut, thinking about who knows what. He thought you were pretty. Really pretty. The air was so cold yet he could feel his face heating up.

"Charlie?" Y/n asks, eyes still closed.

He breaks out of his trance hearing them call his name.

"Whats wrong?" "You didn't finish your sentence, I wanted to hear what you had to say" they respond, nuzzling deeper into Charlie's neck.

"Oh yeah," he said, and he instinctively wrapped his arm around their shoulder, while continuing to explain his thoughts on their new coach.

[sluggmuffin]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 - maybe a little finch x reader or race x reader with when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine or one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze.

yoooo happy birthday btw from your newsie requester ❤️❤️

Horses Ain't the Only Things Racing ~ Race Higgins

Summary: It's been a long day for the both of you, but a simple gesture can fix that

Contains: fluff, x gn!reader

A/N: lmao it's late and this is so bad I'm sorry

"one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze."

~~~

It was already 7pm. The sun was setting and you still have around half of your papers left, and there was hardly anyone at the racetracks.

You plop down on a bench, placing your bag next to you and wiping the sweat off your forehead. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 , 11... 11 more papers.

You accepted defeat, putting your hat back on getting ready to leave as your selling partner, Race, sits next to you.

"Tough day too, huh?" He observes, motioning to your bag. "Only sold 13, still got 7 left."

"7 ain't bad, I still got 11." You reply, wishing you had sold more.

"Don't blame ya' self, headline was bad anyway." He says with a huff. "Which horse you think is gonna win?"

"Probably the Appaloosa, it ain't the fastest but it'll catch up, it's got good stamina from what I've noticed."

"The brown thoroughbred looks fast. I'd say it'll be close." You give a small hum, acknowledging that you're still listening, but close your eyes as you lay your head on his shoulder.

He tenses up, not sure what to do, and his breathing hitches, realizing his heart is racing, he rests his head on top of yours, bringing his arm around you.

"Tired?" He asks, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Very" you whisper.

"Alright well get some rest I'll wake you when it's time to go." He replies, drawing shapes on your arm. "And don't worry about the papers, 'm sure Jack 'll buy em off us to draw on."

'Man,' he thinks to himself, 'I guess horses ain't the only things racing.'

[sluggmuffin]

can you please do prompt 16 with johnny cade? thank you!

ofc!! not sure if you wanted 1st or 2nd prompt list so I went w 2nd.

~~~

Cuddles ~ Johnny Cade

Summary: Just cuddling Johnny

Contains: fluff, x gn!reader

A/N: lmao it's late and this is so bad I'm sorry

"sinking into your arms whenever they had a long day"

~~~

"Were closing!" Y/n shouts from the back, wiping the tables as they hear the bell on the door ring.

Theres no noise for a minute so they head to the front to check it out.

"Sorry, were-" They start, before catching a glimpse of the brown eyed boy. "Johnny whats wrong?"

He just stands there, hands buried deep in his pockets as his head tilts downwards.

"Ya think your folks would mind if I spent the night at your place?" He questions quietly.

"Again?" They ask, throwing the rag over their shoulder. "That's the 3rd time this week, are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm alright, just m' parents like always" He replies nonchalantly, still not making eye contact with Y/n.

They tidy up the rest of the diner quickly as they get ready close up for the night. Y/n's house isn't too far from the diner, only being around a 5 minute walk so the 2 get there quickly. Both wave hi to Y/n's parents as they give them that half-smile indicating Johnny's staying again.

"Here you could change into this, you left it last time you were over."

He thanks them as he changes quickly, before joining Y/n on the bed.

"Thanks for everythin' Y/n, I know it probably a hassle housin' me for a couple nights but I've been having a rough week and it's just nice to be here with ya." He rambles, closing his eyes and sinking into your arms.

"It ain't a hassle Johnny, I'd rather you be here than in your house or out on the lot" They reply in a barely audible whisper, twirling his individual strands of hair.

He hums in agreement, melting like jelly in Y/n's arms as they massage his scalp, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head and closing their eyes too.

"I love ya"

"I love you more than you even know"

[sluggmuffin]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 - tumblr games!! kmk, this or that, would you rather, cym, etc.

cym as musicals <3

@whattheworldneeds is heathers!

@spaceagebachelormann and @cam-stopped-eating-candles are rtc!

you are.. mamma mia!

@earth-to-venus is newsies!

@mysemantics is six!

@collieflower215 is grease!

@whyareyouhere66 is waitress!

[sluggmuffin]

Slug, this is kind of stupid question, you can totally say no but maybe can I get one of these? But for @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me?

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 - [ mutuals only ] send this i’ll make a moodboard inspired by your blog

yes ofc!!

[sluggmuffin]

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 - [ mutuals only ] send this i’ll make a moodboard inspired by your blog

!!!!

THSI WAS SO FUN TO DO I LOVE IT

[sluggmuffin]

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 - [ mutuals only ] send this i’ll make a moodboard inspired by your blog

Can I get one of these too? Hope you have a great birthday time! 🎂🎈🎁

here ya go!!

[sluggmuffin]

𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 !!!

GUYS ITS MY BIRTHDAY WEEK SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!

rules & information

anyone can send an ask!

you’re obvs allowed to send more than one request, but please only include one request per ask.

i am hoping that the celebration will last from the 9th of july until the 16th (my birthday is on the 13th!) although i will update if this changes.

you can choose characters from itsv/atsv; mighty ducks; the outsiders ; newsies; rtc; and any other fandoms you see me in that i havent listed!

nav

take your pick !

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 - send a prompt from either this list or this one & a character and i will write you a blurb!

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 - send me a character and i’ll make them a playlist and a moodboard!

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 - matchups!! tell me some information about yourself, your preferred gender, and pick a show so i can ship you with a character.

𝐆𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 - send me a random fact about yourself and i'll tell you which of my favorite songs you remind me of!

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 - send me something (a question, how ur day was, anything really,) and i’ll write you a response in my handwriting

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 - [ mutuals only ] send this i’ll make a moodboard inspired by your blog

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 - tumblr games!! kmk, this or that, would you rather, cym, etc.

tagging some moots:

@juneberrie @mysemantics @sophie-i-guess13

@whyareyouhere66 @spaceagebachelormann

@venus-138 @collieflower215

@whattheworldneeds @cam-stopped-eating-candles

[sluggmuffin]

Hey- IK my first request is prob a bit more time consuming, but could I also get a teenagers? Thanks slug and take ur time-

working on ur other req rn, so I thought I could do this in the meantime!