Forty For A Kiss. Adam Banks X Reader

forty for a kiss. adam banks x reader

summary: reader gets paid forty bucks just to kiss the new varsity kid

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: short and sweet but adam banks marry me challenge!

“guess what,” you sat down at the wooden lunch table, your face reading completely astounded to your friends. “i just made forty bucks.”

your eyes were wide and glisten at the corners. your mouth was agape, still not believing someone gave you twenty dollars on free will.

“what for?” connie quirked a brow, staring at the money you held in your hand, as she continued to throw chips in her mouth, not really astounded as you were, but still interested.

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, settling down from your high of happiness. “i have to kiss some guy and i’ll get another twenty bucks later.”

“you’re serious,” julie looked at you dumbfounded, her hand reaching for yours as if to examine whether or not the money you held was real.

“yeah.”

“hell, i’d do more than kiss a guy for twenty bucks,” julie shook her head, still taken aback while drinking her milk.

you snorted, shaking your head as well before stuffing the money in your back pocket.

“so who’s the lucky guy?”

“um, some new varsity kid,” your eyes searched around the lunchroom for a face you could put to the name the other varsity hockey boys had given you. “adam banks.”

julie just about choked on her milk, the white substances hitting the back of her throat awkwardly, causing her to fall into a coughing fit. her eyes had gone wide like connie’s, them both sharing a look before looking back to you.

“do you guys know him?”

“know him?” connie scoffed, shocked, “adam’s on our team.”

“used to,” julie corrected, “used to be on our team. he played for the ducks but know he’s on varsity.”

you smiled, laughing a little, “which one is he?”

julie stood to her feet slightly, looking around for the blonde before sitting back down, pointing, “he’s standing by charlie’s table. the blonde boy.”

you rose an eyebrow, eyes finally hitting his tall figure, nodding as if finally content, “cute.”

connie and julie once again share a look before laughing a little, glancing to you again where they watched you get to your feet, rubbing your lips together before heading to the boys direction.

their mouths dropped, not expecting you to actually kiss him. adam hadn’t ever had much attention from girls, and when he did- he wasn’t really ever interested. hockey was always the main focus.

you shrugged your shoulders back before gliding your way to the boy. you smiled before tapping adam on the shoulder, your hands clasped behind your back, making you look innocent. he turned around, his face blank.

“are you adam?”

“uh, yeah?”

“good,” you smiled before sneaking your hand around the back of his head.

you leaned upwards, pressing your lips against his causing a round of amused and shocked noises, making you smile against his soft lips. you felt his body stiffen against yours but he made no move to protest against your kiss. after a couple of more seconds, you pulled away, grinning before nodding in content.

he stared at you dumbfounded, completely stunned with no words to say as the ducks all patted him on the back, almost as if they were proud for him for something he hadn’t initiated.

you walked away with a pep in your step, a considerable amount of eyes on you. you ate it, energy surged through your chest making you smile with how giddy you felt. adam’s hadn’t left you, completely shocked with his mouth opened slightly and his cheeks burning red, not used to that kind of attention.

you sat down again before connie and julie, both completely shocked. they knew this would be the talk of practice.

“there’s no way you did that,” connie exclaimed, her cheeks red for you as she smiled. “you have some balls.”

julie shook her head, trying to cover her smile as she looked down low at the table, giddiness also eating at her.

“like promised,” someone clapped you on the shoulder from your seat, handing you another twenty dollars. “forty for a kiss.”

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pairings: jj maybank x reader

request: #3 on the req of roommate au for jj 😩😩 // The heat is off because our landlord sucks so I slept in your bed last night and I’m realizing how much I enjoy waking up next to you

warnings: roommate!au

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to be fair, you didn’t think you had to pay the bills for at least two more weeks. you should’ve known though, your landlord made his disdain for you and your roommate quite obvious.

wrapped up in two thick duvets, you groaned. with winter rolling around, the cold of your apartment didn’t help you warm up.

it was deep into the night when jj came back home from his job. he was looking forward to the comfortable sanctuary he calls his warm bed, what he didn’t expect though was to be greeted by a chill in your usual cozy home.

he walked towards the thermostat, expecting you to have lowered the temperature but seeing it off made him let out a disgruntled whine.

when you heard a faint knock on your door, you peaked your head through the covers and smiled when you saw jj walk in with two cups of hot chocolate.

you sipped on it as soon as you got a hold of it, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction, “thanks, j. you’re a lifesaver.”

he chuckled, laying in with you as you lifted the comforter up to invite him in. the both of you stayed in bed all night, having a disney movie marathon as you tried your best to keep yourself distracted from the cold.

the sun seeping through your blinds woke jj up, he blindly tried to pat down another pillow to keep his eyes covered from the light when your body heat snapped him out of his daze. there was an old disney movie playing on the tv, the two of you must’ve slept in.

jj carefully shifted his body to look at you. you were cuddled into his side, arms and legs sprawled against him as your nose slightly tickled him.

he smiled softly. it was nice, he thought, waking up next to you. the two of you weren’t necessarily something. there was playful flirting here and there, flushed faces, and heart eyes, but none of you made the move to ask each other out.

he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

the slight brush against your face made you stir from your slumber. you hummed as you felt the stare of the blonde, nuzzling your face deeper into his neck.

“good morning, sunshine,” he grinned, his voice raspy from just having woken up.

“morning,” you yawned, shuddering slightly from the cold.

jj’s smile grew as he watched you make yourself comfortable in his embrace. he ran a hand on your arm, making the goosebumps disappear.

he kissed your forehead, “i could get used to this,”

you hummed, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he smiled, tilting his head to look at you.

“i’d kiss you right now but the morning breath doesn’t sound so attractive right now,” you laughed, rubbing the excess sleep from your eyes.

jj suddenly leaped up, throwing the covers away from you. he pulled you up by your arms and threw you on his shoulder.

“jj!” you shrieked, throwing weak punches at his back.

he wordlessly walked around your apartment and opened the bathroom door. he sat you down on the countertop.

you gave him a confused smile, watching him, tousled bed head and ruffled clothes, shuffle through the cabinet. he shoved the toothbrush and toothpaste in your hand with a patient look, “go on,”

“you are unbelievable,” you scoffed humorously, brushing your teeth as he did the same, smiling cheekily at you through the mirror.

as soon as both of you were finished, he placed both arms at each of your sides. you brought your hands at the back of his neck and played with his messy locks.

“may i?” he whispered, leaning closer that your noses were touching.

you nodded, meeting his lips halfway and finally getting around the feeling of kissing him. you’ve thought of how his lips would feel on yours but nothing compares to it actually happening.

when you pulled away the both of you had wide grins on your faces, you leaned in again and stole a few more pecks.

“guess we have to thank mr. landlord for turning off our heat, huh?”

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dead from the beginning. finnick odair x reader

summary: in which finnick thinks you’ll die and you just want to prove him wrong

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: uhh this just has the same theme as my last finnick fic tf sorry

“i’m not here to make friends, i’m here to fucking win.”

the crowd shouted out in different variations of reactions, all entertained, shouting out with joy while others clapped, they were all so easily entertained and fell victim to entertainment so quickly, caesar himself cried out in joy, smiling widely before clasping his hands, “really! you all hear that?” 

they cheered louder and your chest swelled despite in your head you were unsure whether if you’d truly win. 

“you’re a delight,” caesar tapped your nose and you giggled in the fakest way, swaying your feet back and forth. “tell me more!”

“it’s quite easy, really, i mean look at me!” there wasn’t really much of you; to easy body mass and strength wise, but otherwise you were a stunner, and that’s it, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly with you stuffed in your poofy dress. “i’m going to win, caesar, i’ll promise you that-” 

the interview ended soon with a cocky smile on your face and an extravagant wave as you were escorted off the stage. your smile dropped and you clenched your jaw at how ridiculous those interviews were, boasting about yourself was quite embarrassing, especially if you died in the end. 

the first step you took in the hallway and back into the bright lights you had previously waited in, you felt a hand grab your bicep tightly, escorting you further down the hallway until out of sight of all the capitol people and tributes waiting to be interviewed.

your eyes hit finnicks once he shoved you against the wall roughly, both his hands now gripping both your biceps tightly with an angered expression, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“what?” you glared at him in confusion.  “where do you think boasting is going to get you?” finnick’s voice was low and full with agitation, “it's not going to get you sponsors, boasting doesn't look good on little girls like you, especially when they get knocked out within the first few seconds of the game because they don’t know what they're doing.” 

you tired to shrug off his grip but he only held tighter, pressuring you further against the wall. it made you wince but you kept calm, fighting off any pressure of your face falling naive. you forced a smirk, pressing back against him so your face was even closer to his than before, “i didn’t think you cared so much.”

“i’m trying to not get you killed,” he gritted, “you being cocky puts you as a challenge to the other tributes, especially since you’re not in one or two. they’ll all target you now.”

you finally fully forced him off, your face dropping from your smirk as you begun to walk down the hall, “i can take care of myself.”

“sure, kid,” he followed after you, keeping his distance this time as he watched you clench and unclench your fists with your pretty blue fluffy dress flowing around you in quickness. “i’m sure you can.” 

you flipped around quickly, catching him off guard with how fast you had moved and how frustrated you looked, “don’t want me to die? tell me what to fucking do because this whole trip you’ve been no fucking help.”

he stared at you, slightly taken aback, sharing the same intense stare you held before finally exhaled sharply looking around for a moment before walking right past you, ignoring you. you were now the one walking after him, but you didn’t care to keep space from him, you practically ran after him before pushing him against the wall.

“what the fuck is your problem?” you quirked a brow, your eyes full of frustration and anger, now cornering him, “one moment you have no problem telling me what i’m doing is wrong and the next you won’t even look at me.”

“because you’re going to die, y/n,” he said fast, his own words running up on your own. “the moment you jump off that tube, you’re dead and i don’t think you’re ready to hear that from the way you so confidently stated, you're going to win.” 

your cheeks grew red from embarrassment and your chest tightened in pain from the truth. he was right, you weren’t ready to hear that. you so solemnly wanted to believe you were going to win, but finnick dropped the bomb, preventing you from doing so. you wanted to slap him. 

but you didn't, you took a step away from him, getting one more good look of him in distance before trudging down the hallway with your eyes burning in fear.

and this time, he didn’t walk after you. 

°•

the final days had been knocked down fast like dominos before you’d be finally sent up to what finnick called your death bed. those final days had filled with training and silent dinners, the only time finnick spoke to you was to inform you of events you had to attend to, but nothing else.

the day had come and to your surprisal he had spoken. you didn’t expect him to escort you to the jet but there he was, waiting for you with his hands clasped behind his back, thinking deeply before realizing you stood before him in slight confusion. 

his hand pressed against your lower back as the two of you began to walk once again to the large jet that would take you to the arena. he was silent for awhile with his eyes flickering back and forth, deciding what to say. 

“you need to make alliances,” he mumbled, “i know you don’t want friends but you need some trust formed between the strongest there. you kill them in their sleep, but otherwise in the beginning, run away from the cornucopia, the beginning is always a bloodbath. let them do all the work and then find them.” 

you looked up to him, your eyes slightly wide as he spoke rather quick, trying to fit it in all the time the two of you had left. it made your heart pick up pace and you began to feel even more sick, the reality of it all coming to light. 

“be smart,” he whispered, finally turning to face you as you were now close to the jet. the his pad thumb reached up and swiped you cheekbone lightly in a small touch of affection. “you can’t afford to be stupid out there. stupid gets you killed. so does your ego.”

you swallowed harshly, not knowing what to say. his change in attitude and demeanor was all too much to take in at that moment. but you could still see the doubt in his eyes, knowing there was a very low chance you’d get out, but he wanted to feed your hope at least once. 

but his eyes only made your light of hope dimer. it was then you knew you had to prove him wrong, you had to win.

°•

the end was a bloodbath. 

just like the beginning. 

leaving the arena was such a relief, the knot in your stomach that had been there for days had finally been untied, allowing you to finally stay calm, but you still couldn't let your guard down and no matter how hard you wanted to fall asleep on your way back to the capitol, you couldn’t. 

you had almost stabbed finnick the first moment you had saw him, almost finding him unfamiliar which was a rather unfair statement since you were the one completely covered in dried blood and grime, staining your skin and hair, making you practically unrecognizable. 

he hadn’t cared, he was shocked, and proud, causing a warm feeling to fill his chest as he had walked to you fast, holding you tightly. 

he wasn’t watching when you had single handily took down five other tributes, declaring you the victor. he hadn’t really watched any of it in fear that you’d die just like all the past kids he had to mentor, including annie, a girl he had come to love fast but ended watching her die on screen with the rest of panem. 

that's exactly what he expected from you, but there you were, in his arms, so tense and so tired that you hadn’t even cared that you had proved him wrong. 

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