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a hunt for a space craft. frat!adam banks x reader

summary 🛒: in which the ducks go on a hunt for an alien after the news reveals a crash sight of an unidentified object

warning/s 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: swearing, underage drinking and smoking,

slater’s note 🔪: idk what this is but i wanted to switch it up and i’ve been watching x-files recently so... 😁

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“guys, check this out!” you could hear fulton reed’s voice echo throughout the warm, grungy frat house like an empty tile hall. his voice was rather excited sounding yet stroked like he had his face scrunched, preventing himself from using his full range of sound, “guys!”

you groaned, lifting your head lightly from adam banks’ chest as he continued to yell for everyone’s dispersed attention throughout the house. you tried to move further away from the comforts of the warm bed despite adam’s tight and pulling grip around your waist and arm holding you down to the sheets.

you almost fell victim back to his warmth of affection but the continuous loud and restless callings of fulton made you fall from the sleepy endearment of the pretty blonde boy who was simultaneously between dream and consciousness. his eyes were barely open, flickering, really, as he tried to find your face once you sat up, your back slouched as you looked at him.

your fingers lightly sweep his thick strands of hair out and away from his closed eyelids. you blinked a couple of time before looking away from the admiration you held for him, then.. lightly pressing your lips against his forehead deciding it was best he continued to sleep, biding him sweet dreams.

your feet pattered against the cold hardwood stained floor of adam’s room before softening onto an old rugged and ripped carpet that had to have been installed years before any of you had reached high school. the short way of saying it was; the house was well aged and filled with all kinds of old kinks and qualities, such as the broken staircase that lead up to all of your rooms with groans of old wood and was just barely holding together. and the stained furniture with holes that matched the carpet that also came with the house. the broken mirror in the basement bathroom, the dented garage door, the old rugs filled with dust but probably also costed fortunes.

there were many interesting things to say the least about the old house you lived in that was deemed frat the moment luis shotgunned a beer, spilling half the low tier alcohol on the living room carpet with a slurp, adding to the many messes of the home.

you hurried down the creaking steps, his calls getting more louder and impatient as you got closer to the living room where julie and charlie already stood, waiting for the rest of your group to answer his calls.

“what is it, fulton?”

“you’re never gonna believe it,” he practically exclaimed as more and more of your team filed in behind you, just as curious and slightly annoyed as you. he motioned for all of you to fill in around the entertainment area and in front of the tv, the news channel paused with a reporter in front of a very dark scenery.

“i swear, fulton, i have a final to study for-“

“just come watch.”

you filed and settled around him and the brown recliner he sat in with a bucket of popcorn in his lap before he pressed play on the tv remote causing an ultimate focus to settle in around all over you, something you only ever saw at the pregame warm up of the hockey games you all played.

“today we bring you close to a recent crash site. of what? we don’t know,” a female news reporter dressed in layers of raincoats and thick rain wear held a microphone tightly as she squinted up to the camera, trying her best to shield her eyes from the rain the poured in around her, “we bring you up close and personal to what locals would call a space craft.”

connie craned her head left and away from the television screen as if asking if this was the reason she was being pulled away from her studies, but fulton ignored her, as did the rest as their eyes were trained on the screen, now in full investment of the scene unfolding.

“as you can see the harsh conditions of rain and lightning that unfolds before me have made it difficult for authorities to reach this crash sight as well as identify this strange metallic machine,” she was shivering, the cold rain beginning to dip and soak through her clothes, “now we ask those watching this program, what do you make of this?”

fulton paused the program right before it went to break, his eyes searching each and everyone of his friends, searching for a specific reaction that he was ready to eat up, but he hadn’t seemed to recognize anything that he was looking for.

“how long ago was this?” charlie’s tone seemed slightly exhausted with his arms crossed as he looked at fulton who stayed put in his lazy-boy.

“half an hour.”

“where is it?”

“i don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

“she didn’t give a specific location but it’s local news, it has to be close.”

“yeah, but it could be anywhere in state, fulton,” julie out stretched her arm, trying to reason opposite, “how can it be local when authorities can’t even reach the crash sight?”

“i have an idea of where it might be,” he extended out his pointer finger before he grabbed back onto the remote, rewinding the program. you scratched the back of your neck, sighing, thinking about how warm you were in adam’s heavy arms, before turning your attention back to the tv.

he lets it play, before pausing seconds later when a flash of lightening goes off in the background, illuminating trees upon trees and... a water tower.

“that’s west rivers water tower,” fulton gets close to the tv screen, running his pointer finger along the just barely lightened water tower, “that’s just about ten to twenty minutes out of town.”

“yeah, but how’re we gonna get there, not even the cops can, so how would we?”

“that’s because the cops don’t have ronda,” fulton stood up from his knees, you could see the rush of excitement beginning to surge throughout his body as he begun to make his way to the kitchen with all of you following from behind, “we do.”

°•

ronda was an old ‘88 red suburban with four wheel drive and a broken cooling system passed down to fulton from his father. the only reason the boy was allowed to keep it was due to the fact that it was the only car the ducks owned that could fit practically the whole team.

it had supposedly got fulton’s father through a lot of shit and therefore deemed a family heirloom despite it having no real value and it would take a lot more money to restore it to its full glory rather than what it’d be worth right off the bat.

and even as the cooling system hadn’t worked in years, the heating system was still chugging along despite there really being no use for it since the body heat of eight mighty ducks practically made up for it.

you squinted down at the map fulton had handed you, deeming you the right hand man as you were the one sitting in the passenger seat with your hair tied up in the low ponytail, stoned slightly, and strands falling in front of your eyes as you continued to study the map even as there was basically no lights illuminating the large paper but the far spread street lamps.

“anyone got any booze?” luis leaned further back in the middle row, his eyes low and hazy for he was about close to sleep with the strangely low soothing jazz music playing putting him close to dreamland.

“yeah, here,” julie handed him a beer from the way back, her fingers gripping the neck of the glass bottle loosely through her gloves. she as well was close to sleep, but goldberg’s nervous talk and dean’s slight complaints kept her from dozing off.

luis burped after five sips, the nasty smell of bud light wavering into connie’s nostrils causing her to wince, nose scrunching up, “can you not?”

“loosen up, connie, it’s friday,” luis ignored her, keeping his relaxed position as he continued to drink from the bottle.

she ignored him.

and then you thought about adam and how he was all snug in bed completely unaware of half his team being on the hunt for a supposed alien at a crash sight with his girlfriend.

as much as you would’ve like for him to come, you knew the boy would have probably denied the foolish play, wanting to soak up some more sleep time before the next day where he’d be spending the day with his father, something he wasn’t exactly sure on how to feel about.

“how far do we got?” charlie leaned forward from the middle row, his hands resting in the back of both your and fulton’s seat, peaking his head to examine the front windshield that was practically blurred with clashing rain.

“couple more minutes,” fulton mumbled, staring carefully at the road, his posture straight with both hands on the wheel, careful not to crash or slide on the slick road that laid beneath all of your asses, “we hit off-road and then we’ll start hiking.”

“hiking?” connie butted into the conversation, squeezing her head next to charlie’s, “fulton, i thought we were driving to the sight, not walking.”

fulton glanced back for a couple quick seconds as if caught off guard before focusing back on the road, “we can’t risk getting old ronda stuck in the mud.”

“i did not wear the right shoes for this,” she mumbled, leaning back into her seat where luis was snickering with his bottle held high, looking at her with amusement. she snatched the bottle from him before taking her own sip of daze, upset but.. content.

you began to get wiggly in your seat, the heat getting to you as it begun to suck at your skin for sweat. you scratched the back of your neck before focusing on the road ahead, praying that the end of the road would come sooner rather than later.

°•

mud clung to your boot faster than you thought it would, practically pulling your foot from the safety of the inside of your warm shoe. you cringed every time your foot hit squishy ground, which was every step from the now leaving west river sign.

“muds about to consume my whole goddamn shoe, fulton,” dean swore, practically shaking his fist in the air of despair as he slowly trailed behind you and the boy who’s idea it was to go on a hunt in the middle of the night. you could tell dean’s patience ran short the moment he got out of the car and the rain storm ate him whole, from then on, all that came from him were curses and grumbles.

“where are we?”

“outside of west river.”

“no shit luis. did the sign tell you that?”

“hey, shut the fuck up before i shove you in the mud.”

you pressed your lips into a thin line tightly as their arguing and thunder was the only thing consuming your hearing, making it hard to hear your own thoughts and internal screams with how progressively annoying they were all getting.

“hey,” you called out to charlie and fulton lightly, making it hard for them to hear you just barely, “do you think other people are out here?”

that’s the only thought that had filled your head—when you could hear yourself—for the past five minutes as your flashlight traced the ground like a crayon. the thought made you almost nervous, especially when speaking it aloud, your body feeling even more cold as thoughts of other people, people older than freshman college students also looking for an... alien or spacecraft.

there was silence for awhile before charlie called back, “no one in their right mind would be out here right now.”

“you’d be surprise,” you could hear dean mumble back, not really helping the bad gut feeling slowly consuming your stomach with uneasiness, “there’s a lot of sickos here in minnesota.”

his statement seamed to have echoed throughout the air, blowing through the windy wet air, full of enough noise, but his words seemed to have only added into more of it.

you suddenly felt even more alone than before. with everyone else dispersed around you, the cold also consuming them and sending waves of chills up their back. visions filling with blue and white and black of headaches and lightening.

you all prayed for a sense of comfort, a grasp of reality and light, but no matter how hard any of you widened your eyes for better sight, it only consumed with bigger and wider blackness. alone. you all felt alone.

“for fucks sake,” connie groaned lowly after the long, yet very loud silence settled in all of your ears. you could hear a slight twinge of worry in the back of her throat as everything was starting to get to her as it was to you. “the only thing we have to worry about is the little green creatures running around in this forrest.”

you almost laughed at connie’s disbelief, her mind never allowing itself to run around freely with its imagination, always cutting any of your gangs adventures short of fun. but you felt your stomach cut in mid gutty laugh when a strike of light flashed through the night sky, and not lightening. the light was wide and seemed to have flown over all of your head before falling further into the rest of the unknown forest. it looked like a strobe of light coming from a flashlight.

you felt your heart stop as well as your movement, your own flashlight staying trained on the mud while your eyes looked into the dark, dark woods, searching for the light once again, shocked.

“what the fuck was that?”

it seemed everyone had seen the exact same thing as you had and chaos had begun to erupt.

“alien!”

“no dumb fuck! people! people!”

yelling and cries of energy were resonating everywhere throughout your friend group, their eyes wild and filled with shock and terror. they couldn’t pull their shit together for the life of them and neither you nor charlie’s silencing shushes could make them calm down.

“we’re gonna die!”

“shut up goldberg!”

everyone was drawing closer and closer to each other as if one another’s presence would help their stress tainted brains fall back down into relaxation, but it didn’t work. the closer each one of you got, the more amped up each of your souls became and the air seemed to tighten.

“sh! i can hear someone!”

no one ‘sh’ed from charlie’s command, his ears filling with the sounds of footsteps and breakage of sticks and crumples of leaves.

“ah crazy minnesotans!”

“not minnesotans,” julie’s voice fell from panic, slapping goldberg before shinning her flashlight on the person before them, “adam banks!”

a shared exhaled seemed to have echoed through your friend group they let the shock overcome them, not exactly understanding why and how banks was standing before them.

“adam?” you all said collectively, your brows narrowing as his face swelled in amusement, his lips turning into a pretty smile.

“what’re you doing here, cake eater?”

“asleep.”

“how’d you find us?”

“you left a note,” he nodded toward charlie, holding his flashlight high and illuminating all of your faces, “and the tv was paused on channel five with the old water tower in the background.”

you all stared at him in utter silence of shock, still processing how fast he had found you all.

“did none of you think this was a bad idea?” adam hummed after awhile, no one speaking, the rain filling the silence and space, him still being a couple feet away.

“oh no, we all did. we just decided to do it anyways,” goldberg chimed in, his head nodding side to side, thinking back to moments before all of you got into ronda, still deciding whether it was a good idea to haul ass through the storm for an alien.

you’d admit, it hadn’t seem like a smart idea until luis offered you a blunt, a smirk on his face saying it was a great idea. it was then everyone fell into line and into the car.

“and nobody thought to wake me?”

your eyes widened slightly, which he caught onto, his smile turning into a smirk, “we didn’t want to.. wake you.”

“sure,” he nodded before taking some steps closer, switching his flashlight to the opposite hand before the rest of you made the rest of the way to him, you walking closer, your arms going to wrap around him for comfort.

he smiled down at you while his opposite hand to holding the flashlight wrapped around your shoulders, holding you tightly. his face fell to a grin and he called, “let’s find this goddamn alien.”

question/s 🛎: how many mighty ducks are there that are important?

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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.” 

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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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missing shoes.

pairings. frat!adam banks x fem!reader

about. fulton’s shoes have been missing for weeks now and the ducks unintentionally find them in the strangest place

warnings. swearing, alcohol, tipsy!adam

ricky rocks. aye adam!

you heard the horrid screams all the way out in the garage where you and dean sat, analyzing old rhonda. the ‘88 red suburban passed down to fulton from his father. the old automobile had a long run, one that seemed to be coming to an end by the way you and dean not being able to find the true problem of why it wouldn’t start up.

the screams soon turned into straight loud yelling that made you clench your jaw, sharing a look with dean. the two of you soon raced out of the garage rather fast toward the entertainment area where the commotion seemed to have been resonating from.

you immediately frowned to see fulton scouting around the room, his hands in his hair, tugging at it roughly. you once again shared a look with dean who looked just as lost as you. in this situation, you were expecting blood, maybe even a stab wound, something that represented physical pain. but instead, you saw fulton, someone who hadn’t been off the couch in days, someone with no stab wounds nor blood on him, causing you to roll your eyes.

“where the hell is my beer?”

“what?”

“my beer,” his hands released his hair, lifting in the air aggressively, “i got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back.. it was gone!”

you squinted at him, trying to find the relevance and need to scream over a missing beer, “maybe you drank it all,” you tried to reason, shrugging lightly.

“i did not drink it all,” he gave you a pointed look, making sure you understood, “the can would still be here anyways, i haven’t cleaned up my pile in weeks.”

that’s when you cringed once he motioned to the pile of beer bottles collecting dust by the side of the couch. he was making use of his spring break.

“maybe they’re where your shoes are,” dean suggested, shrugging innocently but deep down suppressing a smile.

the comment made you laugh while fulton fully glared at his friend, his shoulders going slack from being reminded, “that’s not even funny, man.”

you laughed again. fulton had lost his shoes about two months ago, causing quite a problem since they seemed to be his only pair of shoes. when asked why they were his only pair, he reasoned they were lucky and he found no reason to buy another pair.

you all looked at him like he was crazy.

he had practically turned the frat house upside down in search of these lucky old sneakers, but never found anything except a couple of fives and a lawn gnome hidden under his bed.

“god, fulton, no wonder you lost your shoes,” connie had cringed, her face wrinkling up as she stared into the boys room. “your room is an absolute pig sty.”

after a week he had given up and bought a new pair of sneakers, leaving the lucky ones in the past. but it was still a burden on his mind.

“what’re you laughing at?”

“nothing, fulton,” you shrugged helplessly, a snide smile on your face. “i just think you got a problem.”

“i’ll fucking kick your ass.”

“hey, don’t be talking to my girlfriend like that,” adam appeared out of nowhere with a slight smile on his face while he drunk from a glass beer bottle. “not nice, man.”

fulton glared before coming to realization, “hey, is that my beer?”

“is it?” adam raised the beer as it closely examining it after slinging an arm around your shoulders. “i could’ve sworn this was mine.”

“do you have my shoes too?”

you rolled your eyes while leaning closer into adam’s warm body. he held you closer despite bickering with fulton some more.

the four of you were the only ones home due to julie dragging part of the team out for a hike since everyone had been sitting in on their asses most of spring break.

you and dean denied due to needing to fix rhonda, adam stayed because you stayed, and fulton… fulton wouldn’t have lasted on the hike for five minutes due to his diet now only consisting of beer and eight day old fried chicken. he was a couch potato.

the phone suddenly rang, drowning out part of adam and fulton’s arguing, but they still continued, having no reason to stop.

“y/n,” dean yelled after you, “it’s for you.”

you unhinged from adam, heading towards the crappy green home phone that was probably as old as the house. you nodded to dean before taking the phone, “hello?”

“y/n, you’ll never guess what.”

“julie?”

“you have to come down here,” the girl rambled on, an obvious grin on her face despite you having no ability to see her. “everyone’s losing their shit, you have to come.”

“where are you calling me from?”

“a pay phone outside of west river.”

“is charlie still with you?”

“yeah,” julie bit her nail, “he’s the one who found it,” she pauses, you can hear her breathing lightly before a cautious sigh sounds, “we also need you guys to come out here anyways.”

“why?”

“we kinda ran out of gas..”

you sigh, scratching your forehead, “hand the phone to charlie.”

you felt arms go around your shoulders as you waited silently for julie to hand the phone to your praised captain charlie. your lips were pressed tightly together as adam sunk his head into the crook of your neck, but you smiled as he begun to sway the two of you back in forth in his patient tick.

you could tell he was slightly tipsy and probably had more than one of fulton’s beers by the way the smell of booze curled up in the curve of your neck from his breath. you leaned into him while your one arm that wasn’t holding the phone reached up and held his arm sweetly.

“hey, y/n/n!”

“hi charlie,” you hummed, continuing to sway with adam.

“you need to get down here right now,” charlie yelled, “fulton will love this. plus our cars out of gas, so we kinda need you to pick us all up.”

you sighed but nodded, “alright charlie, but rhonda’s not exactly working right now..”

“that’s fine!”

you weren’t exactly sure if charlie had heard you correctly but you shrugged, mumbling an ‘alright’ before hanging up the phone, trying to process why exactly charlie was so excited.

°•

you were finally on the road after twenty minutes of trying to get rhonda up running. twenty minutes of dean raging, twenty minutes of adam acting as if he were some car expert, and twenty minutes of you smacking at the both of them.

it wasn’t until fulton decided to make an appearance explaining everything you all were doing was wrong and then rhonda finally worked. and it was the stupidest thing ever. he had smacked the hood of the car five times before it finally started.

it pissed you off.

“where are they again?” adam was leaned and stretched out against you in the middle row, another beer in his hand, drinking the day away faster than fulton was. your hand were in his hair, soothing and making him relax even more than he already was.

“outside of west river… somewhere.”

“great,” he mumbled, taking another sip of his beer, “that could be anywhere.”

“we’ll find em,” fulton mumbled surely before his hope sunk down once they passed the ‘now leaving west river’ sign, seeing no broken down car on the side of the road. “eventually.”

about ten minutes passed before adam’s back straightened, his finger tip knocking against the window lightly, catching all of your attention, “julie’s car. that’s julie’s car, right?”

fulton hit the breaks fast sending you all forward in your seats, “it is!” the boy pulled to the side of the road in front of julie’s red subaru; a shit car she could barely afford. you all got out rather quickly before the inspecting begun.

her car was completely empty besides the small wrappers and pieces of trash that cluttered the floor and the air freshener hung from her rear view mirror. adam tried the handle of the drivers side door, discovering it was locked. he shrugged before all four of you decided silently to head into the woods, calling out your teammates names.

“how do you think they even called us,” fulton’s eyes wandered and analyzed that anywhere he looked there was a tree. “there couldn’t possibly be a phone booth this far out in the woods.”

“with things we’ve seen, i wouldn’t be surprised,” dean mumbled. “let’s just hurry this up, the sky’s starting to get dark.”

“what, you scared?” adam smirked as he tipped back the can of busch light he held.

“no, i just don’t want to be out here any longer than i have to.”

you had to agree with dean. the darker it got outside the colder it would get and the four of you had no idea where you were going, for all you knew, the rest of the team wasn’t even within the woods but maybe farther up the street trying to hitch hike.

“you know what this reminds me of,” adam hiccuped, interrupting the five minutes of silence that had slowly taken over you all. “that one time we went scouting for an alien up at oregon.”

you smiled, thinking of how you had all piled into adam’s parents rv and drove 33 hours for a stupid museum that supposedly had actual alien bones goldberg had heard of but ended up being a hoax. the weather was horrible, preventing you all from doing any other planned activities and you ended up renting a motel room due to connie locking everyone out.

the trip would have overall sucked if it weren’t for the front desk man informing you all of the old abandon mining site that used to be an active alien spotting area. everyone’s cheer had been restored after that and not even the rain could stop all of you once you all had your galoshes and rain coats on.

you hadn’t found anything, but the rest of the night spent in the motel room with adam didn’t have you disappointed.

“you guys finally made it,” charlie appeared out of no where with his hiking pack on and his face sunburned. “you guys need to see this.”

you shared a look with adam before following charlie who trekked in what seemed to be a memorized path by the way he glided around the trees so easily and found the rest of your friends without a sweat. they were all camped out by a rundown looking telephone booth making you frown as you tipped your head slightly.

“does it work?”

“who cares, this is what you all made a big deal about?” dean scowled at charlie and julie who was leaned against the pealing red painted wood of the booth. “let’s get out of here man, my legs are aching.”

julie rolled her eyes before pushing herself off of it, “just look,” her finger raised toward the sky where all your eyes followed to what you assumed was where their actual surprise was; a long line of brass hung from tree to tree, decorated with multiple pairs of shoes, something you were surprised you hadn’t noticed.

your eyebrows lifted in surprise as you examined the multiple kinds of shoes that varied from condition to color to style to brand.

and then- “no fucking way.”

your eyes landed on a ratty pair of sneakers that looked familiar and your guess was proved right when you heard fulton’s gasp.

his long lossed sneakers were finally found.

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