Make A Wish, Banksy. Frat!adam Banks X Reader

make a wish, banksy. frat!adam banks x reader 

summary: it’s adam’s birthday. adam hates his birthday.

warning/s: swearing, underaged drinking

slater’s note: a second adam banks birthday story???? woahh

the frat house is filled with cheer and loud music as the ducks prepared for a very special event, hanging outdated christmas lights and streamers along the walls and ceiling to cheer and light up the dim and dusty interior of the house. 

connie and julie blew up balloons with helium but also sucking the toxic air into their lungs, talking with high voices before laughing their asses off. they found themselves lightheaded with hands pressed against their foreheads as their sight went black before it cleared- leaving them back to blow up balloons with laughs. 

dean and fulton filled the kitchen, impatiently, waiting for the timer to go off for the cake they had made, just for adam, a cake that had taken hours to make due to the both of them not knowing where to start till goldberg having to direct them. 

and it wasn’t soon till charlie busted through the door with luis, both hauling a large keg full of beer, toping the party off with a cherry that wouldn’t start till you and adam got home. 

you had promised to give adam the best birthday party he would ever experience, which wouldn’t be hard to beat seeming each birthday he ever had was always was with his parents in a nice restaurant with a steak dinner, something that was worse than it sounded, but he had accepted your bet, not really expecting much but a cake and the ducks, but you were determined for it to be more than that. 

charlie was given a schedule from julie, deeming him the official party supervisor, meaning everything on the schedule had to be there and on time just for adam’s birthday to go perfectly and run smoothly. 

“alright,” charlie pulled the schedule from his back pocket before checking off ‘get keg’ from the list, then stuffing it back in his jeans pocket. “we have less than an hour before they get back. is the cake done yet?” luis ducked his head toward the kitchen before wincing, “i don’t think so.”

“what?” charlie marched to the kitchen, catching fulton and dean carefully pulling out a large pan full of uneven cake, waiting to be frosted. “what’s going on, why aren’t you done yet?” “hey man, i don’t exactly specialize in cake making,” dean glared at charlie, raising his hands up in mock. he was frustrated and ready to walk out of the hot kitchen having been in there for more than two hours. 

“whatever, just get it done.” charlie marched towards the living room where connie and julie placed balloons around, his eyes going wide with how largely the area was decorated, barely being able to see the old crappy wallpaper, “nice job!” he pulled out his list before checking decorations off his list and then cake.. hoping it'd be done by the time you two would arrive. 

“alright,” charlie sighed, dropping his arms, “lets grab everyone else and start the finishing touches.” 

°•

the car filled with low rap music and adam drove the two of you home from dinner with his parents. he was always in a bad mood after seeing his parents, especially on his birthday.. it never really felt like his birthday when the attention was focused around them, arguing and focusing on themselves. 

the two of you had sat awkwardly listening. you really hadn’t wished this upon adam but he always felt obligated to spend dinner with them on his night despite there being no reason to, but it was the good of him. 

he parked his car in the frat house driveway, getting out slowly before joining your side at the front door where you could already hear the party music. it made you cringe, maybe this wasn’t going to be the best birthday ever. 

“i had a nice night tonight,” you mumbled, holding your tinfoil swan full of your leftovers. 

adam laughed lowly and lightly before looking down to you, nodding, “thank you for coming.”

“of course,” you nodded before standing quietly for a minute, you then pressed a kiss on his cheek before opening the front door to his party. 

“you’re finally here!” charlie called loudly, a drink in his hand as well as his wrist watch looking like a father waiting up for his children.

adam covered up his bad mood quickly, giving charlie a remorse filled smile before shaking his hand, “this is great man,” adam looked around at the streamers and balloons crowded everywhere he looked, “thank you.”

“don’t thank me,” charlie nodded in your direction with a small smile. “all your girlfriend.”

charlie disappeared from your sights causing adam to turn back to you, a smile on his face. he walked back and closer to you, laying his hand on your lower back, leaning down for a tight hug.

you smiled to it, your arms quickly wrapping around his shoulders before he pulled away just as fast, pressing a kiss on your nose, “thank you.” he meant it sincerely with admiration in his eyes. “i mean it, i don’t deserve it.”

“yes you do,” you said quickly, raising your hand to his soft pale cheek, “you really do, banksy.”

he shook his head, looking away from your eyes and out toward the party. he smiled, so content with what he saw, he was ready to go to bed, but he pulled you towards the living room, streamers dancing across his shoulders.

he continued to lightly pull you, the sound of music increasing as you were now next to a the stereo.

adam’s hand went to your waist, pulling you closer to him while you linked your arms around his neck, pressing your head against his chest, smiling.

you danced.

°•

the clock was soon to hit twelve and once julie realized it, she rushed adam quickly to the small kitchen table where his unleveled cake sat with white frosting and blue sloppy letters stating ‘happy birthday cake-eater!”

he smiled, looking up to all of you with happiness. his heart swelled as he leaned against the table with his forearms pressed against the old cold yellow table.

connie stabbed five candles within the cake before lighting them, mumbling a happy birthday to him as she did so, smiling lightly.

everyone sung happy birthday while adam’s cheeks burned red, his eyes diverting one duck to another while he clenched and unclenched his knuckles. you held his shoulders, squeezing them before leaning your head in his shoulders once the song ended.

he stared at his candles, hesitantly, glancing at you but only seeing your hair peeled over his shoulder.

“make a wish, banksy,” you squeezed his shoulders lightly again before pressing a kiss against his cheek. “you only turn nineteen once.”

he glanced at you once again before smiling slightly, blowing out the five candles, making a wish.

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

warning/s: swearing

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“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.

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“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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three plus one

pairings: jj maybank x reader

summary: the three times jj maybank told you that he loved you, and the one time you said it back.

warnings: brief (unwanted) sexual comments, profanities, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting (?)

word count: 2240

one.

there was yet another kegger at the boneyard, courtesy of the pogues who were all too bored out of their minds to waste the night away.

kiara was with pope, talking to a group of tourons about their never-ending facts, and somehow, it kept them entertained.

john b and sarah were dancing along with the blasting music, bodies swaying despite the music being upbeat.

and you, you were sitting on a log, a red cup in hand. you watched as the waves crashed on the shore. the salty breeze of the air whipping across your face, goosebumps slowly spreading on your body. the night was beautiful despite everything that’s been happening, the moon and twinkling stars reminding you that there’s beauty amidst the chaos.

you sighed, standing up to get another drink when the familiar shouts of jj caught your attention. you dropped your cup on the table and rushed over to him as you saw a group of kooks spit harsh insults at the boy.

knowing him, he’ll never back out from a fight, more so when he’s drunk. jj and the kook already had a threatening range between them, chests puffed out and fists clenched, but before any punches could be thrown, you got between the both of them and placed your hands on jj’s chest, “c’mon, j, let’s go.”

“fine piece of ass you’ve got there, maybank,” the kook laughed, eyes trained on your butt, “maybe i could get a taste after you’re done with her.”

although before jj could lunge at him, you beat him to it. you threw a perfect punch directly at his nose, making him stagger back. his friends went to help him out but he pushed them away. clutching his bleeding nose, he raised a finger at you, “you bitch!”

you slapped him across the cheek as he made the move to do so, “leave, now.”

his friends navigated him away from the boneyard, and you shook your throbbing hand, “holy shit, i didn’t know it was that painful to punch someone!”

jj had a look of adoration on his face, he placed a kiss on your hand and leaned forward to kiss you. your arm immediately wrapped around his neck, as his went straight to your waist.

you didn’t know whatever this thing you had with jj was, you’re more than friends but less than lovers. he never placed a label on your relationship, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant to him, if it held a big part of his life as it did in yours.

“that was hot,” he mumbled against your lips, words slurring with intoxication, “god, i love you.”

if the circumstances were different, you would’ve said it back. you would say it again, and again, and again, and you would never get tired of saying it to him, but instead of answering, you brought his lips back to yours. hands roaming across each other’s bodies. you hoped that the intensity of the kiss would make him forget that he ever said that.

two.

it’s been at least a few weeks since that fateful night. jj never got tired of bragging how badass his girl was, bringing up how you broke the guy’s nose.

the two of you were currently snuggled in bed, silence surrounding the both of you with the excerpt of the soft music playing from the radio. your back was against jj’s chest as he continued to trace shapes on your bare skin.

he didn’t know if you’re awake, but he continued to appreciate your existence. the moonlight was shining over the both of you, he moved your stray hair aside and peppered soft kisses on your shoulder. he whispered a soft, ‘i love you’, before letting the music lull him to sleep.

unbeknownst to him, you were wide awake. staring at the blank wall as you felt your chest rise and fall in sync with his. a heavy feeling landed straight to you, swallowing harshly before trying to get sleep to overcome you.

three.

you and jj were at the dock beside the chateau, legs dangling over the water as you watched the sun set into hues of oranges and red.

your head was rested on his shoulder, hands intertwined. he tilted his head to look at you, there was a small smile adorning his lips.

you could feel his stare practically burning a hole on the side of your head, you grinned teasingly, “you know, rumor is, it’s rude to stare,”

“not when i’m looking at the most gorgeous girl in the outer banks,” he kissed your forehead, “you know i love you, right?”

you hummed uncomfortably, removing your hand from his.

“c’mon, y/n. i’m not drunk, you’re not asleep, so what’s the matter?”

you tensed up beside him, and this time he watched you carefully. you took a deep breath, choosing to stare at the dimming sky instead of the man beside you, “you don’t mean that,”

he scoffed unbelievingly, “i do, i do.”

you remove yourself from his side, shaking your head as you let out a quivery breath, “no you don’t. you’re in love with the idea of us, with who you become when you’re around me, you’re in love with the moments we have… not me,”

“no, because that’s exactly the reason why i love you, y/n!” he stood up, running a hand through his hair, “i love who i become when you’re around, i love how you balance me out, i love how well you know me,”

“jj, can’t you see? you love how i’m such an asset to you, you think that i could change you when it’s supposed to be you!” you interjected, “i’m not even your girlfriend, jj. you never asked me to be, and even if i was, you’d have no reason to love me!”

“see now that’s just unfair!” he threw his arms up.

“what’s unfair? that i want to know what’s going on between us?” you scoffed, folding your arms, “jj, you can’t tell me you love me if we haven’t established whatever’s going on.”

he sighed irritably, tugging at the strands of his hair, “why are you so stubborn? when will you accept that my heart beats only for you?”

“jj, you don’t even know what my favorite color is!” you exclaimed, rubbing your arms together as a harsh wind blew.

he froze, his mind whirring, trying to figure out what it is, “i-”

“exactly my point,” you sighed, turning around to walk back into the chateau.

“i don’t know what your favorite color is but i know how you like your coffee, i know that you get grumpy in the morning because you have a hard time falling asleep at night, i know that you braid your hair when you’re nervous, i know that you hang your mother’s ring in a chain because it’s too big for you, i know that you hate sitting next to john b during lunch because he chews too loud but you don’t want to say anything because you’re scared of hurting his feelings, i know that you hate how your voice sounds on tape but i love how you sound, i know that you often compare yourself to sarah, or kie, or some girl, but you’re perfect just the way you are! and i know that saying it back is at the tip of your tongue but you’re scared,” jj spoke up, his chest heaving up and down from saying it in one breath. he watched you stop on your tracks, with one more sigh, he whispered softly, “what are you so afraid of?”

he walked past you and left, leaving you alone at the dock with your thoughts.

what were you so afraid of?

one. part two.

it’s been weeks since your last confrontation with jj.

you’ve been avoiding him, and the pogues like a plague. you spent the last few days moping around your room or spending early mornings out for a walk as your mind whirred with your never-ending thoughts and possibilities.

a knock from your door caught your attention. you sighed, turning your gaze away from your television. the background of friends still went unbothered, “come in,”

your little sister went inside with a sad look on her face. you frowned, opening your arms to invite her in, “what’s wrong, bubba?”

she sighed, nuzzling her nose at the crook of your neck, “i think boys suck,”

“what happened?” you asked, rubbing her back soothingly.

“marcus said he liked me but i saw him holding chrissie’s hand at the park,” she said, playing with the elephant stuffie jj has given you, “i wish i could find someone like your boyfriend, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “boyfriend? you mean jj?”

“yeah,” she looked up at you, “it’s like you’re his princess, he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. kind of like those disney movies.”

you hummed, “well, jj and i aren’t talking right now,”

“what, why?”

“things are a bit complicated right now. he said he loves me,” you smiled softly at your sister, who’s listening to every word you’re saying.

“really?” she perked up, “did you say it back?”

you looked up at your popcorn ceiling, “no,”

“y/n, why not?”

“i don’t know, really, i just-” you sighed, were you really going to talk about your love life to your 7-year-old sister? “i feel like i’ve loved him my whole life and when he finally said it, everything sounded so unreal, you know?”

“i don’t,” she blinked, she placed the stuffie on your lap, “but do you love him?”

“maybe? i don’t know,” you sighed, stressfully running a hand through your hair.

“i don’t think love is a maybe, y/n, it’s either a yes or a no. you love him or you don’t love him,” she shrugged.

you looked at her in disbelief, “and when did you get so smart, missy?”

she jutted her bottom lip out, “heartbreak changes you,”

you chuckled, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. you raised the volume of the television, letting her lounge in with you as you thought of what she and jj said.

what are you so afraid of?

you love him or you don’t love him.

the thing with jj was, everything happens so unexpectedly. the moment you kissed him for the first time was you signing up for the start of a summer romance. you had some expectations that you hoped would happen. but with him, sometimes it was more than you could ever ask for.

you didn’t mind if he was a bit closed off, or if he was a bit too rowdy. you didn’t mind that he often steals from your plate, thinking that you wouldn’t notice, you didn’t mind that he gets protective over you and his friends that it often meant getting into fights and you patching him up, you didn’t mind him waking you up at 4 in the morning because he got into another fight with his dad, you didn’t mind that he’ll suddenly open up about everything all at once, and you didn’t mind the least that he loved you.

you didn’t mind.

because despite his flaws, you’ll still love him.

you’re in love with jj maybank.

the pogues were all at the back of the chateau, having a light conversation as the campfire in the middle crackled.

“jj!”

their head snaps toward your direction, and jj shot up the log, rushing towards you.

“y/n, what happened? are you okay?” he panicked, hands cupping your face as he tilted it, looking for any injuries.

“i’m sorry, i love you, i love you,” you breathed out, placing your hands on top of his, “i love how you send me songs that remind you of me, i love how you always have the disposable camera with you, i love how passionate you are, i love how you never fail to make me happy, i love how you care so deeply for your friends, i love you everything about you, jj maybank, every bit. i love you,”

“-and i’m sorry for not saying it sooner, i was so scared of what could possibly happen with us at the next stage of whatever this is but i’m not now, so i love you.” you heaved, now just noticing the shocked expressions of him and your friends. now that everything calmed down, you realized that you practically yelled in front of them.

your cheeks heated up as john b, pope, and kiara stood up, muttering something about giving the both of you some space.

“i’m sorry, jj. i-”

he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer than you already were. lips locking with profound love, before slowing down into soft and sweet pecks.

your eyes slowly fluttered open to see him looking at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. he pulled you closer into a hug, your fingers playing with his hair.

when he pulled back, he had a teasing smile on his face, “you love me,”

you laughed softly, and pecked his lips, “yeah, i do,”

“y/n loves me,” he sang, twirling you around, “my girlfriend loves me!”

“girlfriend?”

“yeah, you’re it for me.”

“well, i can’t possibly say no to that,”

“you’re stuck with me for life,”

“forever and always.”

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