𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐔𝐒.
fandom - the mighty ducks
reader - girl
age - 15
requested - nope
[painting adam as a bad guy here-
also taking the events of the first movie, but making them slightly older so its more comfortable]
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"I WISH HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO JOIN OUR TEAM," peter openly complained, throwing his hands in the air to prove some point of his. you stared at the book in your hands, curled up in a ball on your bed as you nodded along every once and a while as your best friend, peter mark, ranted to you about one of the 'worst things that could've ever happened'. meaning the newest duck; adam banks. its not like you weren't paying attention to what he was saying, no. you could see the way his brows were furrowed and he stared at nothing, obviously lost on a rampage of thoughts, just from your little glances at him. peter was a tough person to read, but he had such strong opinions, that with a little look into his expressions, you could tell what he was thinking. but he was always quite open with you anyways, so you didn't need to concentrate a lot.
"yeah, i understand where you're coming from, but. maybe look at the bright side. i mean, he's a good player."
now, you weren't dumb. you could see the angry little green demon nudging at peter. you always had. his face was otherwise neutral, but he was shooting daggers at banks anytime he would so as look in your direction. it was obvious, especially to you. you had known the boy since you two were little. you grew up together, hung out together, joined hockey together. and you just knew when he was jealous. and... it just so happened that he was quite jealous around adam banks.
now, you could see why.
adam banks was... attractive. messy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. a stupidly cute grin, and that little competitive edge that made him so good at hockey. but... all things considered, you had your eyes on someone else. plus adam wasn't the nicest to your friends. always to you, but never to them.
"hey n/n," adam slowly walked up after your first official practice as a whole team. you slipped your bag over your shoulder and fixed you hair. you were on an adrenaline high, so excited to finally be on a real good team, and you did well for once. your smile was bright, and you looked over at the taller boy in question. he was blushing, shifting from foot to foot nervously, and you tilted your head slightly. you hoped it wasn't going where you thought it might.
"hey banks, what's up?" your voice dropped to low and cautious, oh so casually scanning the room for a certain someone. you leant back on the lockers, hoping to seem less interested in his appearance as your eyes returned to him. peter was not in sight.
"o-oh... 'ya know. i was actually wondering... well uh." he shook his head, looking down like he was slapping himself for sounding so uncertain. you just simply smiled calmly, looking for some sort of escape. you didn't want him to get his hopes up, but you didn't want to hurt him in any way either. adam had somewhat always looked out for you. his friends never bothered you, and he helped you with hockey sometimes, always giving you pointers on what to do, but he just wasn't your type.
"well... i was wondering maybe if you wanted to maybe go out? with me- sometime?" he sputtered, his hands in his pockets as he rolled back and forth on his feet, avoiding eye contact. your heart stopped dead, and even if you didn't particularly want to say or do anything, you couldn't help the girly blush that appeared on your cheeks. as anyone would, you got flustered.
