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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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firsts. adam banks x reader

summary: julie reminds the group it’s adam’s birthday

warning/s: swearing, underage drinking 

slater’s note: i haven't watched any of the mighty ducks movies

you felt sweat drip from every pore of your body as you entered into the locker room with the rest of your distraught and fatigued team. it had been another long and hard practice at eden hall with no breaks and more hassle than you had ever seen from the team. 

you begun to slowly pull off your gear, finally easing into your skin in relaxation as you thought about taking a long bath when you got back to your dorm, maybe even watch a movie or two with connie due to your homework already being done and packed away for the weekend. 

you weren’t going to be doing anything this weekend but sleep, and you had no problem with that.

“boy am i beat,” guy leaned against the lockers completely stiff in position and looking as if he wouldn’t be moving for awhile. sweat slicked back his hair as little droplet beaded at the lining of his hair lining, making moves to slide down soon. 

“good work todays guys,” charlie nodded at each of you, beginning to pull his own gear off as he thought about what he’d be doing this weekend. hopefully scoring a date. “really saw the hustle.”

there were hums of acknowledgement as the others all packed up, too tired to say anything else and having their own thoughts and plans clouding their minds. it was the one time there wouldn't be practice over the weekend and you all were sure excited about it, but unlike the usual teenagers who made plans to hang out with their pals, you all had hoped to stay far away as you could from one another. 

you already saw one another everyday, practically every hour, a break from each other wouldn’t be too bad. 

“so,” fulton hummed, “what’re your plans this weekend?”

you shrugged, stuffing the last of your gear in your bag as you stripped from your sweat soaked tee-shirt, “probably nothing,” you mumbled, “i haven’t had a weekend without practice or homework for so long... i won’t know what to do.” 

fulton laughs lightly, nodding in agreement, “i know what you mean. i’m kind of hesitant though, somethings just been kicking at me like i’ve forgotten about something.”

you laugh back, nodding. it was habit. 

“alright, i’ll see you guys on monday,” you looked up to see banksy with his duffle already packed up fully and slung over his, ready to go. he smiled lightly, waving you all off in some low form of reassurance as everyone waved at him. 

you smiled lightly, connecting eyes, waving at him lightly. he returned the gesture with a longing look in his eyes before walking off. he never packed up that fast, usually holding small talk with the majority of you, but not today. 

everyone continued to pack up and change as you stood for a couple of seconds before continuing on. 

“so,” julie’s voice filled the air, “what’re we doing for adam’s birthday?” your back straightened back up, surprised as you looked to julie, wondering if she was serious. 

“that's what i forgot,” fulton mumbled from next to you, his lips pursed in a thin line while wagging it back and forth slightly as if shaming himself for it. “goddamnit.” 

“it’s adam’s birthday?”

“tomorrow.”

“shit, man,” charlie swore, shaking his head in disappointment, “we always do this.”

it was true. it seemed when it came to birthdays, celebrations, congratulations, and all that shit, the team always failed when it came to adam banks. not in a purposeful way, it was just.. adam had never been that big on attention unless it had to do with scouts. he didn't care for it and rather got embarrassed when anyone went out of their way to show affection and appreciation. 

especially on his birthday.

“we have to do something,” your posture straightened as you thought about the boy alone on his birthday. well.. maybe not alone, but without his friends. everyone on the team owed banksy, he had all of your backs even in the worst of times and none of you had ever repaid him.

“why didn’t he say anything,” connie quirked a brow thinking about seconds ago when adam was just in the dressing room, biding them goodbye. “does he not want to celebrate?”

“he doesn't like his birthday,” julie shrugged, folding up her jersey. “says they’re overrated.” “bullshit, even if he doesn't,” charlie looked around the locker room, making sure everyone was paying attention, “we’re throwing that man a goddamn birthday party.”

°•

the moment you had met adam you had immediately adored the boy and the secret small smiles he had at moments. he was one of the quietest people you had ever met but he was skilled, smart, and knew what he was doing. he quickly became your best friend. that’s why you were shocked (and hurt) to learn it was his birthday from julie and not him himself. 

the ducks had gathered in his small dorm that he shared with charlie, all with party hats on enjoying the cheap punch you and connie had hauled in. the room was filled with a large banner stating ‘happy birthday’ along with a cake and bowl of chips. 

due to the late notice of it being the boys birthday, you and the ducks could only scrape up enough money, but you assumed this would be enough since adam was expecting... nothing. 

the clock almost turned eight as you lowly converted with fulton about your game in two weeks against a valley team, someone you were bound to beat with playing them in the past. suddenly julie had appeared in a rushed state shushing everyone, cueing that adam was near. 

the lights were turned off and you inched near the front where julie and charlie stood before silence fully took over. you all waited patiently, practically holding your breath before the door opened and you all screamed; ‘surprise’.

adam’s eyes went wide as he stood in a grey suit holding a small box full of leftovers from his birthday dinner with his parents, something he didn’t exactly enjoy, leaving him in a low mood, but that was thrown out the window the moment he saw all of you. 

you. 

you smiled to his shock, his eyes going everywhere before hitting the banner hung behind all of you ducks. his face slowly released from shock before settling in a small smile, “how’d you all know?”

“c’mon, banksy,” you quirked a brow, handing him a plastic cup full of punch, “you really thought you could not tell us about your birthday?” 

the two of you held a hug while the ducks fell in commotion of talk. you smiled widely at him while he still looked around as if not believing what was around him. he had never had someone or multiple people care enough to celebrate his birthday, this was the first time. 

“you all really did this for me?” he smiled, looking down to you, his hand still wrapped around your waist as you still lightly held his shoulder.

“we sure did buddy!” dean appeared out of nowhere with a smug smile on his face, clapping adam on the shoulder, “happy birthday, cake-eater!” 

dean held a metal flask you eyed cautiously before he suddenly dumped some of the contents within adam’s punch, “loosen up, buddy, it’s your birthday!” he sped off, bouncing on his feet as he joined fulton’s side.

you looked back up to adam, seeing him drink and wince, “why not? it’s my birthday isn’t it?”

you smiled before shaking your head, “happy birthday banksy,” you then pressed a light kiss on his cheek before escaping off like dean, into the party. 

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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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