#mighty ducks x reader

[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.

[grqvestones]

can you do a dean portman x reader where dean lays on the reader's stomach while they play with his hair?

Hi bestie, I sure can (THIS IS MY FIRST SO ITS BAD)

Pronouns used: She/Her Warnings: literally one bad word Summary: You comfort your boyfriend after noticing he's upset Word count: 432

"Soft Spot" Dean Portman x reader

The snow slowly and elegantly fluttered down onto the ground and windowsill of a quiet and small home that lit the rooms brightly with many candles that had a slight nostalgic smell that y/n found quite comforting. If you entered the dining room, you’d smell a strong scent of apples and cinnamon flowing from the kitchen. Y/n was baking an apple pie for her beloved boyfriend, Dean Portman, simply because she had the ingredients and it was his favorite. Christmas music blared through the radio because it was that time of the year. y/n was putting the top of the crust on the pie when she heard the door open and didn’t think much of it as she simply thought it was her parents coming back from a fancy dinner party they attended. Much to her dismay, it was her loving boyfriend covered in snow. She quickly put the pie in the oven and rushed to her boyfriend to hug him since it had been a few days since they’d seen each other. She helped him remove his team beanie from his head and his jacket. She looked up to give her boyfriend a quick peck on the lips only to find an upset look settled upon his face. Her brows furrowed, and her smile dropped at the sight of this. “Dean? What’s wrong?” She said while reaching her hand up to cup his face to comfort him. He shook his head and mumbled a quiet “Nothing.” but he knew he couldn’t get away with his bullshit lie. Y/n moved her hand from his face to his hand and started dragging him to the familiar room with posters of her favorite movies and bands. As they stood there in silence, y/n walked over and laid down on her bed and waved Dean over to come to lie down. He walked over quietly and slowly started to lie down before y/n stopped him. She sat up to where her back was on her headboard at an angle as she pulled Dean down again to lie down this time. Dean lay slightly below her chest and laid his head down on her stomach as he sighed with contentment. She slowly moved her hand up from her side to the top of his head. She slowly moved her fingers into the locks of his short and thick hair and repeated that motion til she heard her boyfriend's breathing slowly turn into a sleepy-type state. As she watched him sleep so soundly she whispered “I love that you have this soft spot only I can see.”

[xo-bug-ox]

dean portman imagine now or i’ll snap your toes off and feed them to some fish

Sunshine 

Dean Portman x Reader

Warnings: none that I’m aware of!!

You were greeted by Dean at the doors of the ice rink with a hug, he laughed happily kissing your forehead, “god you look gorgeous!” He laughed, his hand rested on your cheek a big dopey grin spread across his face. “You did so well out there today Dean” You smile wrapping your hand around his own, his face turned a slight pink colour. “We still on for dinner at the diner?” You ask swinging your arm back and forward, his hand still connected with yours, “course sunshine, wouldn’t miss it for the world” he smiled.

The two of you walked along the path hand in hand talking to each other as they made their way to Mickeys Dining Car, the sign still unlit. Sure the place was a little run down but the two of you loved the place and as an added bonus Ms Conway was always so lovely to the two of you when you came by. Dean opened the door for you as you walked in, the two of you sat face to face in one of the booths, the two of you placed your orders and went back to talking.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, you took a pretty big fall in the match today are you okay?” You ask worry written all over your face, “it’s nothing to worry about sunshine, just a few bumps and bruises nothing a little TLC cant fix” he smiled resting his head in his hands. You giggled a little watching him smile as he talked to you, you always felt so giddy around him butterflies filling your stomach every time he called you Sunshine or even smiled at you. No matter how long the two of you had been together he always made you feel so special.

“You okay there?” He asked, you nodded still giggling away to yourself, “just admiring how handsome you look right now” you smiled as your food and drinks arrived. “You’re too kind to me” he said blushing a little, you took notice of it your smile widening, “you’re blushing” you laughed “Am not!”

[whyareyouhere66]

TV - Mighty Ducks x GN Reader

“Don’t know where you are right now…did you see me on TV?”

“Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I’m the problem…”

-TV, Billie Eillish 2022

Mighty Ducks 3/Adam Banks x GN Reader

Fem or Male, I imagined it as Male but it works either way. Y/n’s sport is not specified either.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy/comparing yourself, implications of depression, might sound a bit dramatic and kinda me projecting just a wee bit , and no real implications of romance.

3-8

The other team was up by 5 points, and the score board only 3 minutes to sounding. I could see people rushing around me, eyes trained on the ball. But I was just too tired to move my legs. 

My mind was swimming, the people sat on the bleachers were screaming into my ear like fuzzy, TV static. But my brain dampened the noise, putting a soggy blanket over my ears. My eyelids were heavy, and the rim of my eyes were feeling warm and heavy like I was gonna cry;  but I wasn’t crying. 

People whiz past me again, and I turn and try pushing myself to follow them. They were getting too close to the goal; I saw them rushing towards it. But for some reason my dampened ears and brain weren’t letting me comprehend what was truly happening, only faintly reminding me that some of the staticky-screams were from my teammates yelling at me. 

The buzzer blares, overlapping with the ‘end of game’ alarm that sounds right after it and I feel my shoulders slump. 

3-9.

Next to me there’s grumbling, a few mutters to “go after it next time” as my teammates go past me. To think I’m the captain, absolute shit. 

Their condescending tones and energy are enough to shove me away, stumbling over my feet as I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I was crying, maybe that’s why the ground below me felt so unstable and blurry. 

I walk over the the sidelines with my head hanging low and fists clenched as one thought echoes through me;

I want to go home. 

The air in the locker room was suffocating, coach’s after-game talk doing nothing more than stirring the annoyance everyone felt. His words felt like lukewarm water against my fizzling ears, skin melting away like foam. It felt as if every look, word, glance was pointed towards me, and the ‘C’ on my jacket burning until I felt I needed to cover it; hide it away from them all in shame. 

No one spoke to me when we all poured out into the afternoon’s air, the near-empty parking lot giving plenty of space for me to duck into my car without speaking a word. 

****

“The Eden Hall Warriors, though nicknamed the “Mighty Ducks” are on the ice again as they face their neighboring school, the Brookefield Bears…” 

The TV echoes through the living room, only a portion of the screen visible to my eye as i sink further and further into the cushions of the couch. 

Scraps of food, left on my plate that now sits on the coffee table accompanied by a singular soda can. I wasn’t hungry enough to finish it.

“Player Adam Banks goes for the puck, with years of experience under his belt! Oh and boy is it showing tonight, with a slick pass to Conway…”

The familiar name makes me narrow my eyes at the tv screen, thinking back to that name. 

Adam Banks. 

I knew him, once. Back in elementary school we’d all gather together on the playground to play whatever game was most “popular” at the time. 

It’s a weird feeling, seeing this random boy from years ago suddenly on television. 

He was always talented, passionate. Sometimes I wonder if he’d recognize me, on the slight chance we’d ever see each other again. I mean, it’s not like we were best friends or anything, but when he seems to be on television as often as he is it’s hard not to think back on him. 

My head was still cloudy, from todays events. Seeing the Ducks, how they so easily glide across the ice in such a synchronized manner it really makes me wonder - what the hell have I been doing?

Todays game was not unique, the flaws to our skills showing with ease. 

What was he doing right, that I wasn’t?

I sit up, shakily moving my head away from the scratchy pillows as I analyze the game through the TV. 

It’s always easy to compare yourself to someone. Just a quick thought, able to bring all sorts of insecurities that you hadn’t thought of before. 

I never thought I’d be sitting here, in this dark, depressing living room comparing my skills to Adam Banks of all people. 

Though maybe it wasn’t all about skills. 

Maybe it was the fact that someone my age, from my town, could’ve evolved into this successful athlete in just a few years while I had no choice but to watch. 

Maybe I should be happy for him- he was always nice to me, after all. But then again comparisons are just so much easier for the envious, greedy bystanders like me. 

How does high school hockey even end up on the television? What channel am I on again?

‘-it goes in! Another point for the Ducks-‘

I groan, letting my head fall back and rest on the couch’s back. I crane my neck to look at the ceiling, unmoving fan casting a shadow on the plain white area. The announcer’s voice pricks my ears, as I try blocking him out to think. 

But as hard as I tried, the thoughts had more static to them than the TV itself. And so I tried to stop, but it didn’t go away. 

A mix of comparisons, jealousy, images from sports fails bounce around in my head until they overlapped in the most obnoxious way possible. 

That damn announcer’s voice screamed, echoing in the back of my head like a bad song being repeated over and over. 

“Oh, shut up…” I groan, hitting my hand against the pillow as a wave of exhaustion washes over me.

The thoughts fade in and out, volume turning up and down, up and down, like an echo.

 “Banks steals the puck, bringing it back up towards Brookefield’s goal-!”

God, could this guys voice be any higher in pitch…

“Mendoza follows up, he’s got the puck now!”

“He’s going for it!”

I flinch as the buzzer goes off, echoing through the speakers and wafting through the living room. 

“And there it is, folks! Yet anoth….

I roll over onto my side, loosely hugging myself as my fists unclench and my eyes squeeze shut once more.

I could hear the announcer rambling off into the microphone, people on the bleachers going wild in the background. 

It was so loud.

“Maybe I’m the problem…”

.

I let the remark hang in the room for another moment, all my thoughts suddenly going quiet. It felt like a sort of confirmation, in a way. Something agreeing with me- yes, you are, the problem.

I slowly open my eyes, letting them wander towards the screen. Hockey players in red jersey’s celebrating, skating laps around the rink. Of course. 

I move my gaze back to the scratchy pillows and couch cushions.

Maybe I was just being dramatic. After all, that is what it felt like. Such a small comparison to make, though it felt like hundreds of signs, just pointing at me. 

One final, sour laugh escapes my throat, before disappearing. “‘M definitely the problem…”

[samstersv]

just a small trevor zegras fic for me to get back into the swing of writing :)

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yourusername

yourusername guys don’t tell anyone but trevor is super cuddly. (and so is stanley)

comments…

trevorzegras baby when did you take this

↳ yourusername 🤫

jackhughes he’s been non-stop trying to cuddle you at the lake house, we know

↳ trevorzegras hey im not ashamed, neither is stanley.

↳ yourusername stan the (puppy) man is proud!

jamie.drysdale i have so many photos of y/n and trevor cuddling and stan laying on top. it’s ridiculous and adorable at the same time.

 ↳ yourusername JIMMY SEND IT

_quinnhughes jack wasn’t kidding about trevor and the cuddling. he’s tried to do it with me too.

↳ trevorzegras come on quinn you know you wanna

↳ _quinnhughes no i really do not

colecaufield everywhere i go trev is attached to y/n by the hip. i don’t know how you deal with him.

↳yourusername honestly i don’t either

↳trevorzegras rude

↳yourusername sorry babe

user1 y’all r the cutest couple!

user2 the fact that everyone alr knows trevor is clingy and are still eating it up 😭

↳ yourusername trevor is laying on my stomach as i type this

user3 stan is slaying as usual

user4 ew

↳ user5 go hater!! begone!! 😦

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i think ima start using my made up dog stanley for trevor fics what do y’all think👀

[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.

[myaswriting]

oh baby !

dad!trevor zegras x black!fem!reader

friends to lovers to parents

warnings: swearing, kissing, baby, talk of birth, pregnancy, young pregnancy. young parents, traditional parents (of reader), references to smut no actual smut

author’s note: hello everyone. i’m so sorry i’ve been so inactive i had emergency surgery last week so i’ve been dealing with recovery as well as the days leading up to it i was very sick. but!! here is some dad trevor to brighten the day!! i hope you guys enjoy.

trevor was always a goofball. he never took anything serious. this became a problem as he got older. he knew when he was very talkative and liked to crack jokes. he was amazing at it after all. he knew he could get out of anything by simply just, talking or telling a few one liners to save the day.

you not so much. you were dramatic, sue me. you worried about everything. it was in your nature. trevor was never careful. he was never aware of how serious things can get. you solved problems with reason and strategy. you never had a reason to not stress.

trevor was your best friend. the only man you’ll ever let that close to you. you were childhood friends who did everything together. of course you had your girl friends that you loved dearly, but trevor was your soulmate.

september 2019 - Boston University

you loved rainy days. you would spend all day watching movies or even reading. rainy days made you feel zen, at peace.

today was not one of those days.

you sat on the cold tile floor, makeup smeared, and tears lining the brim of your eyes. you couldn’t breathe. this couldn’t be happening.

it was one time. one fucking time.

you shakily lift the third pregnancy test you’ve taken today.

= pregnant

“fuck, this can’t be real,” you sob holding the stick close to you. you shake breathing in trying to hold your sobs in.

it was nearly twelve in the morning and you had class early. you really hope you don’t wake up your roommate but you really can’t stop sobbing. you have only been here for 3 weeks and you already fucked up. you parents were going to kill you. there was no doubt about it. the worst part of this all was the fact that you had to tell trevor.

oh trevor…

you slowly stand up from the floor and set the stick down. you open the bathroom door to see your roommate kayla staring ar you with worry in her tired eyes.

“hey babe what’s going on,” she quietly asks with a hoarse voice from sleeping.

you sniffle before hugging her. “i’m pregnant,” you sob breaking down once again. she gasps and pulls you back.

“y/n, what?” she looks up with wide eyes. you bite your lip nervously handing her the pregnancy test. she looks down at it and sucks in a breath. “it’s trevor’s?” she questions.

you had told her about your little sex adventures with your hometown best friend, not even thinking about the consequences of having raw sex. raw sex with your best friend. raw sex with someone you’re going to lose… your heart breaks at the idea of telling trevor. you don’t even want to tell anyone. you felt trapped and scared.

“he’s.going. to hate me,” you sob in broken sentences. the pounding in your head gets louder the more you cry.

kayla grabs your hands and holds them tightly. she looks into your eyes and tells you a story about her mom. you knew from over the summer and talking to her that her mother was 17 when she had her first child. things weren’t easy but she did it.

“you are so strong, trevor is a good guy,” she smiles softly holding your jaw lovingly. “he’s still your best friend, just talk to him,”

little did she know that the friend ship sailed away months ago after you started hooking up.

—

y/n

can we meet for lunch?

trev &lt;3

yeah ofc meet me at frankie’s?

y/n

yeah 11:45 don’t be late

trev <;3

yes ma’am 🫡

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you chew your nails waiting for trevor at the cafe near campus. you look out the window and see trevor walking towards the building. he was dressed in sweats and a hoodie. god he looked so good.

trevor makes his way inside and looks for you. he smiles when he sees you sitting there. you try to cover up the fact that you’re nervous as fuck. he makes it to the table and sits down across from you smiling.

“hey cutie,” he says fixing his beanie.

“hi,” you say quickly avoiding eye contact with him.

he frowns looking at you with confusion. you were never this quiet. sure you were not as loud as trevor. no one was. but you were chatty around people who made you happy. this was odd. this wasn’t you.

“y/n what’s wrong,” he frowns deeper heart beating out of his chest. were you mad at him? was he in trouble?

you sigh feeling the tears starting to well in your eyes. you shakily breathe in and out before looking him in the eyes. “i’m going to tell you something z, you have to promise you won’t get mad,” you say holding back tears.

“yeah, yeah. of course. what’s going on?”

trevor feels sick. what could she possibly have to say. the first thing he thinks of is that you have a boyfriend and you have to stop fucking. that thought quickly brought a sour taste to his mouth. he felt a huge tang of jealousy hit his chest. no other man should have their hands on you. you were his.

you slowly lift up your purse pulling out the three tests setting them on the table. he sucks in a breath, eyes wide looking at the blue and white device on the table.

“are these…” he whispers lifting one up to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. you bite the inside of your cheek nervous.

“yeah, they’re m-mine,” you whisper holding back sobs.

he feels his heart swell up with something. happiness? pride? love? he couldn’t pin point it. this was news that he never thought he’d hear, but he wasn’t one bit mad about it.

“please say something,”

“baby this.. this is crazy,” he smiles looking at you.

“what..?” you breathe a shaky teary laugh.

trevor gets up and moves into the booth with you. he grabs you and pulls you into him kissing your head a million times.

“we can do this. no, we will do this.”

april 2020

you make your way through the halls of yours and trevor’s shared apartment. waddling your way through the days. as covid 19 was taking the world by storm you and trevor have had nothing but one on one time. talking, singing, rapping, reading, you name it. anything to your belly. after 3 months into your pregnancy trevor took you out on a real date and asked you to be his official girlfriend.

your parents were not thrilled with the news. they called you all kinds of names and made you feel extremely small and stupid. they told you that if you dropped out of school they’d disown you. they even went on to say that they don’t know if they can be in your life if you choose to keep the baby and not give it up for adoption. you have cried and cried about your parents not being excepting. you worried day and night about them. heart broken at the fact they didn’t want anything to do with you.

julie and gary have been nothing but loving and supportive. they were scared at first. worried how this would affect trevor’s future. but after getting drafted they no longer worried. they knew their son could take care of you. he was a good man, he takes care of his siblings in ways that made you feel safe knowing he was going to be the father of your child.

your pregnancy was fairly easy you had little trouble. you dealt with little morning sickness and even went to the gym with trevor as often as you could.

july 21, 2020, dylan mae zegras arrives.

8lbs 3oz, 23 inches long. a perfect baby girl. she came quick and dramaticly.

you were watching tv in the living room waiting for trevor to get home. you were slowly packing things up for the big move to anaheim. you felt wettness pool in your pants. you groan thinking it was probably sweat from being 9 months pregnant and sitting with a heated blanket. you stand up slowly feeling a contraction hit you like a truck.

“no, no, no,” you cry holding your belly. “this can’t be happening,” you cry out walking towards the kitchen. you unlock your phone and call trevor. he was at weight training and wouldn’t be home for another hour.

“hello,” you hear him on the other line. just as you were about to speak another contraction hits, harder. “baby are you okay?”

you whimper out a “it’s happening,”

[slaymybreathaway]

Jersey (Charlie Conway x reader)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 833

Masterlist

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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Your POV

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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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Charlie's POV

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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."

[satelitis]

꒰ CAN'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY ꒱ . . . f reed !

pairing(s) : fulton reed x fem!portman!reader (romantic) , dean portman x sister! reader (platonic)

in which before the game against varsity, the portman siblings have a surprise up their sleeves.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, yelling, swearing

robin chirps : erm so im out of my writing slump and ziggy and i nonstop talk about tmd and our boyfriends, so i decided to surprise her since she kinda got me out of my writing slumps and introduced me to my bf charlie and one of the most amazing movies of all time <3 ily zigma!! [@spaceagebachelormann]

"your'e playing hard, i'm proud of you guys." coach orion reassured as he patted russ on the shoulder.

"they're cheap shotting us to death!" luis groaned.

"i know they are, i know they are." orion sympathized.

"It's gonna take a miracle for us to hold on." averman replied. little did the ducks know that "miracle" would be a little more unexpected then they thought.

suddenly, the door burst open revealing a tall brunette with a bandana around his head. dean portman.

"dean portman is awarded a full athletic and academic scholarship to the eden hall academy," dean read off his maroon folder. "i found this lying around at home in chicago, my attorny thought i should sign it, and i agreed." he continued. "it's offical boys, im back!" he exclaimed as all the ducks cheered, especially fulton. his heart broke the day that his best friend dean, and the love of his life, y/n had to go back to chicago. he was ecstatic at the sudden appearance of his fellow bash brother. but if dean was here...then where was y/n?

"hey you ass, where'd you go?" a voice spoke in the doorway. fulton could recognize that voice from anywhere. y/n. the voice was further identified when she herself wandered into the room. fulton was beyond shocked, jovial and he felt that he might have a heart attack because of how much was happening. in no time at all, y/n was in fultons arms their lips interlocked.

"did you miss me?" y/n teased, as fulton rolled his eyes, kissing her once again. dean looked partially disgusted.

"what the hell. why didn't i get one?" dean joked, activly trying to piss y/n off. the girl gave her brother the bird as the ducks laughed and watched the cute reunion. russ and averman made jokes in the background and snickered.

"oh, fulton! i missed you so much mwah mwah mwah." averman said in a feminine high pitched voice, as he faked kissing noises. russ continued with the bit presumably as fulton.

"i missed you too, babe." he said also mimicking kissing sounds. the ducks snickered. fulton proceeded to threaten the two.

"will you shut the hell up before i give you pucks for teeth?" he said. averman and russ laughed, as they stopped the bit. fulton turned his attention back to y/n now answering her question. '

"of course i missed you, you were gone for like ever." he exaggerated. but that's what it felt like for the couple.

"the phone calls weren't the same." he frowned softly.

"yeah, 'specially WHEN DEANS BREATHING ON THE OTHER LINE." y/n raises her voice as she turns back to dean.

"why didn't you call me and tell me you were coming?" he asked her,

"cause this was way more fun." she replied, a goofy grin on their faces. "you can't get rid of me that easily." she said.

'i'd hate to intrude on your little love fest but we got a bunch of temperamental man children's asses to kick." russ chimed in.

the ducks all cheered as they made their way on the ice.

"is that dean portman?" the teenage announcer asked. the crowd was in unbelief, "oh and his sister, y/n! they're both back!" he exclaimed.

"who are those kids? they cant play!" tom exclaimed. "they're on scholarship tom, my hands are tied." dean buckley replied.

"so you're the big enforcer, huh? well its nice to meet you, see, we have a lot more in common then you think-" dean rambled.

"shut up." the warrior spat, "lets play hockey," he said.

"whatever you say sunshine," dean shrugged, the game continued as dean ended up making cole go through the glass, shattering it.

dean and fulton cheered as they banged their heads together. "the bash brothers are back and they're here to stay and so is "y/n "the firecracker" portman, as she scores goal one for the ducks!" the announcer called out and boy was fulton beyond happy with it.

[sluggmuffin]

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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[budgiesunset]

Girl in the crowd || Adam Banks X Reader

•Warning’s• swearing Summary: you and Adam have been dating for 2 years but the team doesn’t know so when Charlie catches Adam staring at a girl in the crowd he gets suspicious.

Y/H/C : your hair color

Y/E/C : your eye color

Y/S/C : your skin color

YN : your name

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“hey earth to Adam,” Charlie said while following his gaze to see his eyes landing on a girl with Y/H/C and Y/E/C. “You got a girl in the crowd cake eater?”

“what?.. oh um n-no I don’t. Don’t know why you would even think that.” Adam retorted. “oh.. so that girl with the Y/H/C and Y/E/C over there isn’t who you where just looking at?” Charlie questioned with a smirk on his face knowing Adam was hiding something from the team.

“can you just drop this we have a game to win!” Adam said annoyed that Charlie wouldn’t leave him alone. “Ok, ok” Charlie responded.

After the game Adam went to the locker room and quickly got changed and grabbed his bag before Charlie could bother home about the girl again.

“ummm.. where is he going” Connie asked watching as Adam basically ran out of the room. “I don’t know- Probably has something to do with that girl he was staring at during the game” Charlie replied while sitting down and taking off his pads. “WAIT WHAT GIRL?” The team all asked at once. “There was a girl in the crowd… Y/H/C, Y/E/C, Y/S/C- he couldn’t take his eyes off of her the entire time he was off the ice.” Charlie said explaining the conversation the two boys had, had when they where both off the ice.

“Now that you mentioned it I’ve been seeing that girl at a lot of our games.” Guy said while zipping up his bag. “You guys don’t think cake eater has a secret girlfriend?” Jesse said it took two seconds before the whole locker room was filled with laughter.

••• “Hey there you are I was waiting for you” you said he just hummed in response while throwing his arm over you shoulders pulling you into him as you started to walk. “Is everything ok” you add on seeing his expression.

“yeah… I’ve been thinking maybe it’s time I told the team. I mean we’ve been dating for two years and they still haven’t found out” he said before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“ok” you responded causing him to look at you confused. “What- you’re the one who asked is I wanted to tell the team” you said while resting your head on his shoulder and continued to walk.

••• It was the next day and the team had the day off but had decided to go to the frozen lake to just skate around but when they arrived they saw Adam teaching a girl to skate who Charlie said was the girl he saw in the crowd.

•you and Adam’s POV• “I thought you said that you knew how to skate he said holding onto your arms while skating backwards and pulling you alone.

“noooo…. I said that I had skated before and it hurt” you said try to balance yourself. Adam looked over your shoulder to see the rest of the team tying their skates.

“wait here, I’ll be right back” he said before letting go of your arms and skating to his friends leaving you in the middle of the frozen lake. “Wha- Adam!” You said but he was already to far away.

“hey guys what are you doing here?” He asked not knowing that they would be here today. “Just came to skate maybe play a game of hockey. So… Adam who’s that girl over there?” Charlie said looking at you. Who had tried to skate to the edge but had fallen and was now just sitting with your legs crossed waiting for Adam to return.

“Shit YN!” Adam said remembering that you can’t skate. Adam skated back out to you and helped you up before helping you skate back to the edge of the lake.

“Everyone this is YN my girlfriend” Adam said holding your hand.

“I KNEW IT!” Connie and Julie yelled together and held out their hands as the rest of the group handed over money.

“Wait what- you guys had a bet based off what?” Adam asked looking at the group “based off of that girl who was always at our games, and wether or not you two where a thing or not” guy explained.

“wait… so you guys don’t think I was able to get a girlfriend?” Adam asked mildly offended. “Sorry cake eater” Charlie said giving Julie the money.

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Hey guys sorry I haven’t posted in awhile there’s been a lot going on. Sorry about any mistakes I made during this story I just find it easier to write when I imagine my self in the movie and sometimes forget grammar is a thing. Also thank you to everyone who follows me or reblogs my work it means a lot. Hope you guys have An amazing day!

[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.

[beachy-writer]

||The Mighty Ducks|| Charlie Conway X Reader||What Charlie’s like as a boyfriend||

Requested by: No one :)

He is so sweet

He always takes you to go roller blading for dates in the summers and skating in the winters

He loves to study with you at the diner his mom works at

He loves to cuddle

Like he won’t let you get out of bed in the mornings

You play for the ducks and when Charlie quit the team because of Orion you were right there next to him

He was so thankful that you stayed by him

You love to do his hair

You always go out to show his mom the master piece that you’ve created

She always love them

Charlie and the boys of the team have sleepovers at Adams house and he NEVER stops talking about you

It gets to the point where they start hitting him with pillows😂

You, Connie and Julie have sleepovers too at your house

They always want to hear about you and Charlie

But you’re more interested to see what’s happening in Julies love life

They both dismiss it and say you should call the boys so you can talk to Charlie

“Oooo~ Y/nnnn let’s call Charlieeee” Connie always says in a joking tone

“Why don’t you call Guy?~” you retort

In the mornings the team meet up and have breakfast together at the diner

Charlie always sweeps you away from the group and you two end up walking in the park or by the river

The way Charlie asked you out was before the junior Goodwill finals

“Hey Y/n can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah sure what’s up?”

“So um…I know I’m not playing today but if we win…will you uh…go on a date with me?”

“We’ll see;)”

Obviously you were gonna say yes either way

He got kinda confused so he asked Julie what you meant

“Of course she likes you🙄”

He did that little fist pump thing that he did in the third movie

He took you out for ice cream

He loves to listen to music with you in his room

His love languages are definitely physical touch and quality time

You two met when you were one of the added players from Team USA

“She’s not bad…” Charlie said to Connie.

“Um hey, Y/n right?” He came up to you after the practice.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m Charlie Conway, the captain” he introduced.

“Nice to meet you captain Conway”

He just smiled as Y/n walked away and joined Connie and Julie.

[whyareyouhere66]

Carson’s 300 Followers Celebration ↴

🫣👹👹 guys

Gonna start by saying I’m super grateful for everyone who’s followed me and enjoyed my blog, I didn’t think I’d make much of this when I started Tumblr but it’s been really fun so far <3 I skipped my 200 celebration, so I’d like to start it today for my birthday and to maybe make up for that.

(even though I’m still working on requests and such I’m hoping this can get me back into a writers mood)

a lot of these I stole ideas from mutuals’ celebrations

Root Beer Float: talk to me - tell me about something interesting, random, anything you want to get off your chest!

Jukebox: Pick a number 1-4 and I’ll give you the first song that comes up on shuffle for that specific playlist

Side of Fries: Send in a character & a prompt and I’ll write you a short imagine (include preferred pronouns and whatnot)

Prompt lists: holiday, friends-lovers, song lyrics, or anything you’d like. list credits to the og authors

Make Your Own: basically just tumblr games [cym, kmk, wyr, etc]

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Starts: Today, Dec 6

Ends: TBD

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a few of my highlighted fandoms: OBX, the outsiders, Mighty Ducks, the sandlot, etc. check my pinned post for more. Anons are on ofc and anyone can participate as much as they’d like

tagging some of my mutuals (whether we’ve talked recently or not) @sluggmuffin @lunarfleur @spaceagebachelormann (I wanna talk to you more dude 😔) @wannaseewhatshangin

<3

[fandom-lover20]

Penalty Box

Pairing: Dean Portman x GN!Reader Warnings: One swear, mention of violence (ice hockey check)

“Oh, come on!“

You listened to coach yell as the ref escorted you, with a hand on the back of your shoulder to the penalty box where Dean was stood waiting for you, opening the door once you were close enough.

The ref disappeared to give some shitty reason for you being in the box, it getting announced you were getting five minutes so it matched up with how long Dean had left.

“You know they’re only putting you in here ‘cause you’re a girl, right?“ Dean checked as you both sat on the bench, both of you with no helmet or gloves on.

“Yeah, I already told Connie to stay off,“ you said, mentioning the signal you gave when the whistle blew. “They can’t do much about Julie.“

“Thankfully.”

You and Dean shot up cheering as you saw Charlie, Adam and Fulton get the puck from one of the varsity players before getting a legal check in.

Still yelling cheers, you and Dean turned to each other, you going in for a hug where as he put a hand on your waist, like he normally does with hugs, but his other hand went to the back of your head and pulled you into a kiss, the crowd going wild when he did as did your team since they and Bombay had to deal with the two of you pining over each other at the junior league.

Once you had figured out what to do with your hands they moved to the sides of his face as you began kissing him back, your jersey starting to rise up.

“Alright, alright,“ one of the refs skated up to the box and hit the barrier a couple of times. “Keep it PG.“

Taking one hand off of Dean’s face as you continued to kiss and he pulled you in closer the ref was taken aback when you raised your hand, flipping him off.

The team, especially the girls, Goldberg, Fulton and even coach cheered even louder.

Dean’s hand moved from your head to your ass, you pulling away in shock as he spoke: 

“Been dying to do that for a while, Bash Babe.“