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1lilspark · 1 year
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sluggmuffin · 8 months
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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.
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spaceagebachelormann · 5 months
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MARS CAN I HAVE HCS FOR DOING UR MAKEUP WITH THE DUCKS <333333
PLSPSLOSLSLSLSÑSLSPSLSÑSLÑSJSLDLSJSKS ILYSM KSBDND
doing ur makeup with the ducks !
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✧ 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.
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ೃ༄ 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.
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livingawayfromhere · 8 months
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Post-Practice
Adam Banks x Reader i'm a little nervous to put this up.. i haven't posted anything before and i'm still trying to figure out tumblr but here's my first! ofc it has to be a mighty ducks one shot, who would i be if it wasn't?
Y/N sat cross-legged at the foot of her bed, leafing through her biology textbook.
In class, they were studying the circulatory system, and it was starting to click in Y/N's head after she related it to hockey: the oxygenated and deoxygenated team. They all passed blood to each other like a hockey puck.
Julie was staying at Connie’s for the night, because the both of them were frantically cramming for a physics test they had forgotten about, so the dorm was Y/N's for the night.
That is, until a knock came at the door.
But Y/N only wavered for a second. She knew right away that it was Adam on the other side for three reasons:
Less than half of the Ducks had the decency to knock– most of them just barged in as they pleased.
It was 9:30– Adam’s first practice with the Varsity team would have ended a while ago.
And lastly, Adam had a very particular knock– short, long, short, short– that Y/N always knew was his.
“Yeah?”
The door opened, and the small smile of Adam’s face poked through.
“Hi, Y/N,” he said quietly. “Is Julie around?”
Y/N giggled. “No, she’s at Connie’s,”
The boy let out a sigh, throwing the door open wider to let himself in. He didn’t like intruding when Julie was there. He had his hockey bag with him, Y/N noticed, and was wearing a pair of sweats and an old hoodie that still somehow fit him after his ridiculous growth spurt. 
Y/N slid the textbook away, placing it onto the desk at the end of her bed, watching as Adam dropped the hockey bag onto the floor.
He, quite literally, flung himself onto the bed, groaning.
Y/N stifled another laugh and prodded his side. “Are you okay?”
He mumbled something incoherent– his face was buried in her pillow.
She let the laugh out. “Adam,” She pulled the pillow out from under him, forcing him to turn his head to her. “How was your first practice?”
He let out a sigh, snatching the pillow back from her, propping his head up with it. “Exhausting. They play rough, and coach pushes them to,”
Y/N nodded, humming in response. “Were they… mean to you? They weren’t all that nice at orientation,”
Adam shrugged. “No, they were alright. I think they were glad they stole me from you guys,”
The girl smiled, looking back to his hockey bag, which read “USA DUCKS” on the side. “Yeah. they should be, they’re lucky to have you.”
Adam sat up, and Y/N caught the hesitation in his eyes. “I… I don’t know, Y/N, I’m really glad I made Varsity and everything, but…”
She shook her head– she knew where he was going. “Are you crazy? That’s huge, none of the rest of us made Varsity, just you,”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but… I don’t know, I guess I’m just bummed I won’t get to play with you guys anymore,”
“Hey, what’re you talking about? We’ll all still play together for fun and everything… plus, I mean, the J.V.-Varsity showdown is in a few weeks, so technically we’ll be playing together then,”
He nodded. “Yeah. And I’m making my dad proud, for what it’s worth.”
Y/N sighed. Always this boy with his need to impress his dad.
The quiet had just settled in when Adam opened his arms, a small smile gracing his face. “Come here,”
Smiling, she let herself be wrapped up in his arms, falling with him onto their backs. His hair smelled nice– he must’ve showered before coming. 
Adam let out another sigh, shutting his eyes as he settled in her comfort. “You’re warm,” he mumbled.
Y/N giggled. “You’re freezing,” she retorted. For a boy who was perfectly fine spending hours out on the ice, it was somehow when he was curled up that made him cold. “Wait, just a sec,” Y/N grabbed the throw blanket at the foot of her bed, tossing it over before nestling her head back in the crook of Adam’s neck. 
He tightened his hold around her waist, his other arm under and around her neck. Yawning, Adam let her adjust the blanket over him.
The girl noticed this, hiding her smile. “Getting sleepy, aren’t we?”
He shook his head. “No, no, I’m… I’m fine.” His eyes were still closed.
“Go to sleep, Adam.”
“No, I shouldn’t, my dad’ll worry–” 
“I’ll call him,”
The boy got quiet for a moment, trying to think of a response. Instead, he came up with, “I really shouldn’t be sleeping over, you know,”
She rolled her eyes then. “Adam, you came into my dorm at nine thirty and plopped yourself into my bed, and you can’t even hold your eyes open long enough to have a full conversation with me.”
He blinked his eyes open after she said that, trying and failing to convince himself that he was wide awake. “Y…Yeah. Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” Y/N whispered, pressing a small kiss to the side of his mouth.
“You’re always right.” Adam mumbled, kissing her forehead.
Y/N smiled. This boy was hers, and she was his. 
“I love you, Y/N/N,” 
“I love you too,”
And Y/N had to use all of her willpower not to kiss him again, because he fell asleep with the cutest smile she’d ever seen.
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mstrickster · 2 months
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I am stressed and need to do art. So, can someone drop me a prompt, and I'll do a mini-fic. My fandoms and ships are in the tags.
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catsunnyy · 3 months
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the banksway brainrot is all too real rn 😣
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marthaskane · 4 months
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CHARLIE CONWAY & ADAM BANKS
D3: THE MIGHTY DUCKS (1996) dir. robert lieberman
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gaffney · 3 months
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when the obsession is mutual
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slaymybreathaway · 9 months
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Jersey (Charlie Conway x reader)
Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 833
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I woke up to Charlie's arms wrapped around my waist, our legs were entangled and my head resting against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat.
We won last night's game and my legs are aching, Coach Orion kept me on the ice the whole game. We won 6 - 2 and the whole team was going out for Pizza to celebrate. I looked at Charlie's alarm clock and it showed 10:30.
I carefully tried to untangle myself without waking up my sleeping boyfriend. I slid out from under his grip and stood up. He started to stir and I was scared that I woke him up. He turned over and settled down.
I looked through the overnight bag that I had packed to stay In Charlie's.
Denim shorts and a red tank top with a black and white flannel to go over it.
Then I thought of a better idea, I walked over to Charlie's wardobe and opened the door. His green Duck's jersey was hanging up on a hanger. I took it down, grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom to get changed.
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Charlie's P.O.V
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I woke up at 11 and immediately noticed that y/n wasn't there. Instead, there was a note on my bedside table.
My Dearest, Charlie
I'm going to Connie's before we go for food, love you
Y/n
Is it weird that just seeing her handwriting made me blush? Ok it's probably a little weird.
I got up and brushed my teeth. I decided that I would wear my green Duck's jersey because we won.
I ruffled my hair in the mirror and opened my wardrobe. My white jersey was there but not my green one. It can't be in the wash beacause I haven't worn it in like a week. I can't ask my Mom either because she has already left for work.
"Odd, where is it?" I thought but didn't think much about it and put my white jersey on with a pair of jeans.
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I knocked on the door of Connie's house and her Mom answered the door.
"Oh hello y/n. How are you sweetie?" she asked and let me in.
"I'm doing great, my legs are a bit sore after last night's game but that's alright. Where is Connie?" I said.
"Oh she's up in her room dear," She said and went into the kitchen.
I ran up the stairs and could hear 'About a Girl' by Nirvana being blared from Connie's room.
I knocked on the door snd she told me to come in.
When I walked in she looked at me confused and said "Why is your j- WAIT... Turn around."
I turned around and Connie started laughing. "Look at you! Soon to be Mrs. Conway," she joked.
"haha I wish. I just stole his jersey," I giggled and sat down.
"You guys are so cute I cannot deal. So how was your sleepover? Did you..." she raised an eyebrow.
I threw a pillow at her "NO! Connie, god. We just watched a movie,"
Connie laughed "Ok, ok... Sure you did,"
I stayed in Connie's for an hour or two before heading to Tommy's Pizzaria.
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I was walking to Tommy's with Goldberg around 2 and talking about y/n.
"Dude, you never shut up about her. I understand why though, she is hot. Let's say if you... Mysteriously break up for some unknown reason. Can I have her?" Goldberg asked, which made me laugh.
"Haahha I hope you're not planning to kill me now Goldie... And It's bold of you to assume that she would want you," I winked.
"Well yanno I am irresistible," Goldberg flexed his non-existent muscles.
We walked in and the bell rang above us. I looked around for the team and saw them with 2 big tables pulled beside each other. Everyone was there except Goldberg and I.
I saw y/n sitting down, deep in conversation with Fulton. She was wearing her green jersey but It seemed a little big on her. I looked again and realised that she was acctually wearing my jersey.
It looked great on her though. Of course it was a bit big but... right yanno. It might have been that the name Conway was plastered across her back. It showed everyone that she was with me and it made me think about how good Y/n Conway sounded.
I could feel my face getting hot. Goldberg noticed what y/n was wearing beacause he nudged me.
"Nevermind, doesn't look like she'll be leaving you anytime soon," he winked and went to sit beside Julie.
Y/n looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw me,she beckoned me over to sit on the seat next to her.
I sat down and kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear" So that's where my jersey went."
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lunarfleur · 10 months
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Game Congratulations ~ Adam Banks
Summary:Adam just works so hard on the ice, so he gets his favorite reward:kisses.
Tagging: @collieflower215 @spaceagebachelormann @sluggmuffin @whyareyouhere66 @ilovejoekeeryy @juneberrie
A/N:despite the very sad going away of my TMD phase, I wanted to get this one out there. This was tucked away into my drafts. Enjoy!
This is x gender neutral reader!
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Adam stepped out of his dorm’s bathroom, wiping off the remnants of water that sat on his arms. His normally fluffy blonde hair was dark and damp. His t-shirt hung loosely on his frame.
Adam tosses his towel into the laundry basket and approached your place on his bed. He flopped down dramatically, sighing loudly.
An hour and a half beforehand, he had been on the ice. His legs were aching.
“I think I pulled a muscle or something,” he hissed, rubbing his calf. You hummed, reaching to run your fingers through his hair. He scooted closer, leaning into your touch.
“You did good, though,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to his lips. He squeezed your hand.
“What’s this for?” He asked. You shrugged.
“Just wanted to kiss you.”
Adam smiled, face flushing. He kissed you this time.
Kissing Adam was one of the best things you had the privilege of doing. His kisses were always gentle, and he always watched his hands. They weren’t gross or sloppy.
“Hey, Adam do you want to-”
The door opened abruptly to Guy standing in the doorway. Guy became Adam’s roommate after the JV-Varsity game.
Adam jumped slightly before dropping his head down and sighing. The Ducks always came and went into Adam’s room, always needing something. Athletic tape, an invitation acceptance…Adam just kept his door unlocked whenever he was inside.
“Sorry, were we interrupting…something?” Ken’s voice came from behind Guy. Adam’s hands left their places on your hip and in your hair so he could turn around. His face was bright red.
“No. No you were not.”
The two boys blinked awkwardly.
“What do you want?” Adam hissed.
“Well, we were all thinking about grabbing pizza to celebrate our big win! Orion’s buying!” Ken got very excited, very quickly.
“And we were specifically told to invite Y/N,” Guy added.
“Right,” Adam sighed. “We’ll be down in a minute.”
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idontgettechnology · 8 days
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The Mighty Ducks was your first fandom? WOW
Not sure if the WOW is like, "Wow, you're old" (I am) or "Wow, that's lame, why would you admit that?" (It is lame but I have zero shame about my likes/who I am and used to be) or just, "Wow, I didn't know that was even a fandom."
BECAUSE IT WAS. It had great fics, fanart, videos, playlists before there were playlists and it was just a track listing on a mixed cd you would have to make yourself...everything a little girl who had unrestricted access to the internet could want.
But when I first found a fic about these two?
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(Dean Portman and Julie The Cat Gaffney) That was the first time I ever had a moment of "Oh my God, there are other people who see the same things in the movies I watch!"
And thus, a fangirl was born.
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wild1kiwi · 22 days
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Надо мне прекратить читать мангу ,а то мой стиль поменяется в чёрно-белых тонах...
Но всё равно хочется рисовать и в этом стиле, может придумаю что-то ещё.
а пока,пойду работать над комиксом.
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sluggmuffin · 3 months
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under the mistletoe with dean from mighty ducks and “ho ho holy shit you look good.” ??
You Look Good ~ Dean Portman
Summary: Dean thinks you look especially good tonight
Contains: x gn!reader, description of clothing
A/N: DEANNNN MY MAN 😍😍😍😍 I saw the best edit of him while writing this. Also this isn't good but I'm rusty and it's finals week sooo
"Ho Ho Holy Shit you look good."
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"Team USA Holiday Banquet" read the big banner spread across the floor. It was something you had been dreading since you first heard of it because of the strict dress code, red white and blue "fancy attire", which you know would end up biting you in the ass because of how cold it was around the holidays. It was required for you to attend since not only were you bound by your contract, but you had also been given the duty of decorating along with Connie and Goldberg.
You threw on a nice red sweater and some black bottoms, smoothing out the wrinkles as you take a step back to admire your outfit.
"Ho ho holy shit you look good.” You hear the loud and familiar voice of your boyfriend, Dean, behind you.
"Oh shut up, this was all I had." You laugh, staring at his outfit through the body mirror infront of you. "You on the other hand, look amazing."
Dean had his hair gelled back, as per usual, and was wearing a fitted red button up with black slacks and nice dress shoes, an outfit that looked almost identical to yours.
"Thanks my lovely gf/bf/so picked it out for me," He smirks as his hands find their way to your waist.
"Well they did an amazing job," you smile as you press a soft kiss to his lips.
"Augh gross is this a bad time?" Goldberg gags, standing in the doorway with a few of the other ducks. "We need some help. Fulton tried taping the balloon arch and now he's hanging upside-down and I think the blood is getting to his brain."
Dean looks at you as you both laugh and grab your polaroid before heading out, ready to start the long night.
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writebackatya · 2 months
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Hey I know those ducks
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livingawayfromhere · 3 months
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Hi! I don’t know if you take request, but if you do, could you do an Adam Banks x Female!reader for a New Years Kiss? Maybe where they have liked each other forever, but never admitted it, and they finally kiss on NYE, and the other Ducks are like “finally!”
Midnight
Adam Banks x fem!Reader
i've been staring at this draft for too long and the longer i look at it the less i like it so i'm just gonna put it up to stop overthinking :P i hope it's okay! <3 happy new year!!
“Anyway, so I told him– Banks? Banks, are you even listening?”
Adam shuddered back to reality with a jolt. The harsh snap of Charlie’s fingers brought him back to the scene around him– the intense party in the Eden Hall courtyard. The New Years Eve party that the seniors planned out was in full swing– loud music blasting from speakers and dollar store streamers strung between trees set the scene for the students of Eden Hall to have a blast on the last day of the year, even if it was in the freezing cold temperatures of late-December Minneapolis.
“Yeah, where’ve you been, man?” Russ gave Adam a light slap to the arm. 
“I was getting to the best part,” Charlie sighed, frowning at his friend. “I completely told the ref off. What’s up with you, Banks? Your head’s been in the clouds this whole night,” 
“Well–”
“Ooh, eyeing Y/N are you?” Averman, coming out of seemingly nowhere, joined in the conversation. “Waiting to give her that midnight kiss?”
Adam raised his brows in a panic at the way both Russ’ and Charlie’s eyes widened in delight at the thought.
“Ooh, Banksie gonna finally make some moves tonight?”
“No! No, absolutely not,” Adam mustered. “I just… I got things on my mind. That’s all.”
The truth, which Adam would never admit to anyone, was exactly what Averman had said– it was y/n. 
The only reason Adam Banks and Y/N L/N wound up as friends in the first place was because of hockey. They both had the drive, the motivation, the determination, the pressure to excel. That’s how both of them had met in the first place– by earning their spots on the ice for Team USA (or, as everyone liked it, the USA Ducks) in the Junior Goodwill Games just a few years before.
Being the stars of the team made them fast friends. It had also made them fast crushes, but neither of them knew of that. 
The entire ordeal had Adam in a bit of a chokehold– he found himself thinking about her in the most bizarre situations, at home, in the cafeteria, on the ice, in the back of history class (although, he supposed most people weren’t paying attention in there anyway). It was driving him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to confess to his friend how he really felt, but the entire thing came with a huge bag of doubt. There was no way he was saying anything if she didn’t even like him back. 
The main point was: Adam was completely, hopelessly in love with the girl, no matter how much he tried to deny it to himself– and the team.
“What things?” Averman asked. “Y/N?”
“No,” Adam emphasized. “Just… hockey. Y’know. Thinking about scouts and all that.”
Russ scoffed.
“Scouts,” Charlie muttered. “Scouts, my ass,”
Across the courtyard, Adam was all too aware of Y/N standing with Julie and Dwayne, clutching her stomach as she laughed at whatever it was the other two were bickering about. He had been planning on spending the night with her, but every time he found an opportunity to go over to her, he was pulled away by Charlie or some other member of the team. 
Even with the distance, Adam couldn’t help but notice everything about her and how stunning she was. The light in her hair, the way she held onto Julie’s arm to keep from doubling over in laughter, the simple pale dress that he knew she had been planning to wear for weeks before. She was originally intending to show up in just the dress, but knowing Minneapolis weather, Adam insisted she wear something with sleeves, and so she begrudgingly threw on an old hoodie that didn’t at all match the dress, but was more comfortable than she was willing to admit.
“Head over heels, I’m telling you.”
“No wonder he missed that shot against the Sabres last week.”
At that comment, Adam whirled around. “Hey!”
“What?” Russ raised his arms in defense, failing to suppress the smirk on his face, one that twinned Averman and Charlie beside him.
“That isn’t why I missed it,” Adam hissed. “I–”
“One minute left!” yelled a voice nearby. 
The four watched as a few people rushed to the center of the courtyard to crowd as the countdown was gearing up to begin.
“One minute left?” Connie, who had been standing relatively close to Adam and the others, perked up. “Where the hell is Guy?”
“I’m right here, you idiot.”
“Guy, don’t call your girlfriend an idiot.”
“Wait, how many seconds?”
“Portman, stay away from her!” 
“Ow! Who just stepped on my foot?”
Adam tuned all of the chatter out, eyes darting to where he had just seen Y/N only to find that she wasn’t there. He glanced around, eyes searching for the familiar head of hair that he knew all too well. He started to skim the cluster of people, suddenly worried he wouldn’t be able to find her. The thought was the worst possible scenario; she was the one person he wanted to spend New Years Eve with and he hadn’t even said a single word to her the whole–
“Adam!” 
“Not now, I gotta find–”
“Adam!” 
The tug on his sleeve made him turn on his heels.
“Where’re you going? I was looking for you, y’know,”
The sight of Y/N made Adam breathless for a moment too long.
“I-I was just looking for you, too,”
“God, we got here, and then I totally lost you for a bit, and then Goldberg was dragging me around, and–” Y/N shook her head, realizing she was droning on at the wrong moment. “Never mind that. Where have you been?”
“Thirty seconds!”
Adam shrugged. “I don’t know, I mean, I was with Fulton and Charlie for a bit, then–”
“Adam, Y/N! Have you seen Connie? I swear, she was just–”
“I’m right next to you!”
“Goldie, I found some more grapes!”
“Shut up, Averman!”
There, in the midst of the craze that they knew to be their team, Adam and Y/N both felt time begin to slow as the countdown began. 
“Ten, nine, eight,”
The instant their eyes locked, it was just them, standing in the cold in sweaters, shivering as their breaths came out in puffs of air. Without meaning to, the look in Adam's eyes read everything that he'd been trying to hide– the persistent voice inside his head that told him that she was the one for him. It was out in the open without a single word being said; and the smile Y/N gave back told him everything he needed to know. 
Oh, yeah. She liked him too.
Y/N latched onto the collar of Adam’s hoodie, his arms coming around to hold her. In that moment, they both just knew, and that was all that mattered. 
“Three, two, one,”
And they kissed. It was small, a brief peck.
“Happy New Year!”
And then another kiss, a little bit desperate, but all too passionate, warm, exciting, breathless. It said everything that words couldn’t.
The entire world had disappeared in those few seconds that lasted forever. It was just them, just Adam and Y/N, and nothing else mattered. Not even the cold bothered them– not when all they could feel was the hard pulse of each other’s hearts.
“ADAM AND Y/N! LOOKIT, GUYS, OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!”
Then the moment ended. The team was everywhere, in their faces, screaming at the top of their lungs.
“Oh. My. God.” Adam heard Julie muster.
“Banks and L/N! I knew it!”
“I TOLD YOU!” Averman screeched. “What did I say! Midnight kiss! I LITERALLY–”
“Shut up, Averman!”
A harsh whack to the shoulder from Portman shushed him.
“Well, finally!” Connie high-fived Ken, who shared a knowing smile.
“What do you mean, finally?” Y/N deadpanned, giving Connie a look.
“Well, duh,” Ken snickered. “You’ve only been making googly eyes at each other for how many years– it’s about time you guys got together!”
Adam and Y/N shared a look. 
“Googly eyes?” Y/N laughed.
Adam sighed, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “You don’t have a clue.”
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THE MIGHTY DUCKS, 1992. created by Steven Brill
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