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There were four minutes and thirty-seven seconds left when a body slid next to his, just an arm’s length away. Adam focused on the ratty shoelaces of his midnight blue converses, not wanting to risk conversation. He was so close to this night being over. In three minutes he could just go home and lay down in bed, star projector on the ceiling, and a documentary playing softly in the background.
“Hey!” They yelled over the music.
Adam’s heart seized with anxiety, his chest clenching painfully, and he swallowed thickly. Maybe he could just pretend that he couldn’t hear them.
“Hey!” They yelled again, louder.
Reluctantly, Adam turned, his head heavy on his his neck, and looked. It was the guy from earlier with the silly shirt. He was taller up close and more intimidating than the little doggies let on. He had nice eyes though, sharp cheekbones, and a soft jawline. And he was sucking on another cigarette. The tip of it glowed in the dim room and a puff of smoke followed a moment later, the teen taking a moment to chew on the flavor.
“Hello…” Adam said. His nose wrinkled at the smell of cigarette smoke wafting his way. The guy smelled like he had already smoked a pack of them.
“You good?” He asked. “You’ve been here a while. You sick or some shit?”
Adam swallowed and replied, “No, I’m not. Just, uhm, overwhelmed.” He knew that he was half-shouting just so he could be heard over the music, but it sounded quiet to his own ears.
“Mm,” The guy acknowledged. His bony fingers plucked the cigarette from his lips and offered it to Adam.
Adam vehemently shook his head and the guy paused like he just realized something, then shrugged and took another drag.
Adam watched his cheeks sink in with the motion, strangely enraptured by the sight of it. The guy made eye contact with him for a second as he inhaled and Adam quickly looked away, it felt like a burn. When he exhaled, he turned the other way and Adam blinked in surprise.
”You gonna drink that?” He asked, gesturing to the drink in Adam’s hand.
”Uhm, no. I don’t drink,” Adam said timidly. He forgot he was even holding the cup.
”What?” The guy asked, leaning closer to hear him.
”Uh- I-I said I don’t drink!” Adam repeated louder. The smell of cigarettes become stronger and his head spun from it. The strangers face was startlingly close for a moment and he felt like he could barely breathe.
“What?!” They guy exclaimed, reeling back. “You don’t smoke or drink? The fuck’re you doing here then?” A few ashes fell off the tip of his cigarette.
Adam’s face felt hot, irrationally embarrassed about not participating in casual substance use. “I’m here for my friend!” He explained.
”Oh yeah? Where is he?”
She, Adam wanted to correct, but it felt pointless.
“Uhm I don’t know.”
”So, he just left you here?”
”I guess.”
The other teen’s upper lift lifted into a little snarl, something that Adam didn’t see a lot of people do. Then, he muttered something, but Adam was never good at reading lips.
”What?” Adam asked.
The guy waved it off, taking another drag from his cigarette. It was too short to keep sucking on, so he dropped it and snuffed it out under his leather boot, then picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket. Adam wondered how many were in there.
From his angle, he watched the other teen’s shaggy ashen-blonde hair flop from its gelled style and when he stood back up, a few strands had fallen over his forehead. It looked better this way, he thought, but the guy ran a hand through his hair to smooth it back. Adam could see the sweat on his neck glistening beneath the strobe lights.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asked.
With you? Adam wanted to say, but he nodded regardless because he really, really did want to leave. He would rather leave with a stranger than stay a moment longer.
Shirt Guy—Adam was calling him that in his head now—walked past him and through the doors. He trailed behind him like a shadow, face-to-face with little dachshunds. The outside air was blissfully cool and he took a deep breath of fresh air, savoring it as his lungs expanded. They walked down the steps descending into the roundabout in front of the mansion and sat next to each other on the last one.
“So, what do you do if you’re not drinking or smoking?” Shirt Guy asked. His voice sounded different when it was quiet and he had an accent that Adam somehow didn’t notice until now. He was just too overwhelmed before to register it.
“Uhm, I read or go to the park. I go to the museum too…when I can,” Adam said. He wondered why Shirt Guy was even talking to him, he didn't think he was interesting enough.
Shirt Guy grinned wolfishly and said, “So, you’re a nerd.”
Adam’s lips pursed in displeasure. “I guess,” He shrugged. “What do, uh, what do you do?”
”I fix cars.”
”Oh,” Adam said. “Cool.”
Shirt Guy snorted like he knew that Adam didn’t actually care and that was a little embarrassing.
“You like milkshakes?”
“...Milkshakes?”
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Read the rest on Ao3!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64567516
I CANT WAIT FOR MORE OP 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥
Title: DIE 4 YOU
Pairing: Adam Raki/Duncan Vizla
AO3: READ HERE
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Summary: After taking down the Damocles organization, Duncan spends the rest of his retirement in a quiet town in the Middle of Nowhere, Montana. There he meets the only other person who lives there: Adam.
"Hello gorgeous"
small spoiler spacedogs👀
ok...well, I tried (bite off his hand for me🍴)
psychoanalysis🍷
Murder husbands
Vamp-spacecannibals in progress. . .
Happy New Year to you, my dears 🎉
I wish you a lot of strength and patience in the new year... and I come to you with a gift for the new year!)
small spoiler for the new year 👀🎀
"Hello gorgeous"
Lazy spacedogs drawing
I had/have art block and then remembered I should post on Christmas... it was 4 in the morning the day of
Merry Christmas!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65369347/chapters/168209467
Here’s chapter one! I kept it pretty short and simple for the start. Hope y’all enjoy!
Hey guys!
I know this is probably terrible timing, but I did want to let y’all know I’ll be taking a small break
or at least I don’t anticipate it to be long. My mental health hasn’t been the best, and I’ve got a lot of medical stuff I gotta take care of rn. So sorry to let y’all down like this. I’m super grateful for you guys, and I’ll do my best to be back soon.
Note: Some good news is that I’ll still be continuing my AO3 story tho! Since I only really plan to posting once a week, I think it won’t be too much on me. I also haven’t posted the link for it on here yet ’cause I’m still working through some stuff in chapter one.
Anyway, love y’all and stay safe 🤍
Cool squirrel!
Glad to hear you're settling in Baltimore alright. What does Beth do for a living, if you don't mind me asking?
- 🧷
// ooc: I just watched Adam the movie the other day and I have so many feelings about it. Once again I applaud you on your amazingly canon-aligned depiction!!! Also p.s. my inbox at @safetypin-non is always open ^_^
Isn’t he just?
At first, I suspected he might have rabies because he was unusually receptive for a wild animal. But then I realized he was probably already used to being around people. I wished I had something to feed him, but unfortunately, I only had pastries with me which you should never give to squirrels or ducks, for that matter. A lot of people make the mistake of feeding bread to ducks, even though it can ultimately be harmful—even deadly—for them. If you really want to give them a treat, you should offer peas instead.
And Beth is a teacher.
///thank u sm sweetheart! means a lot considering I’ve never done anything quite like this before. definitely let me know what you thought of the movie :)
I haven’t had the chance to look for raccoons yet, but there are squirrels in a park nearby.
I don’t like the filter Beth put on this picture, but the squirrel was fascinating.
Hello Dr. Lecter!,
I am very relieved to see that you are back. I am looking forward to our appointments as well.
I already asked Beth about it, she told me that she is more than excited to meet somebody as Prestigious as yourself.
That did surprise me considering she’s usually not as open to people from my life.
We will be there Friday evening!
I took the job offer in Baltimore.
I will be working as a guide at the Davis Planetarium. I’m very happy it worked out. The planetarium has such a rich archive and so many exhibits in rotation! I’ll have a lot to learn and organize, and even more to share. I am already experiencing a lot of excitement about that.
That means Beth and I will be moving to Maryland soon, leaving New York behind. I will miss New York. But I’m looking forward to seeing some people in Baltimore. And it’ll make getting to Dr. Lecter’s appointments easier, once he returns from his retreat.
Best of luck with the move, and don't forget to breathe!! I know moving can be enervating, and it's tempting to just shut everything off. I make that mistake sometimes, so you're not alone. You have a great group of friends, and you're a wonderful person, Adam! I hope you have a really good rest of your day. :)
This message reminded me of someone I know..
Although it’s not groundbreaking, you’re right—breathing is something I have to do more intentionally. Thank you for your words. I feel a lot warmer around my heart now, in the metaphorical sense.
I hope you have a nice day or night!, depending on where you live.
Hey Adam! Congrats on the new job and move to Baltimore. I think a change of scenery from the noise and excitement of NYC will be a bit less chaotic.
As a reminder, I'm here for ya. I know I'm not involved, not trying to be, but I'm here. People shouldn't pity you. But they also shouldn't walk all over you. I'm proud of you for setting those boundaries.
Never compromise your wellbeing, ever.
- 🧷
Hello,
Thank you for your message.I mean that sincerely. I think you’re right about the noise. New York has been too much for me ever since my Dad died, though I got used to the overstimulation. Or I thought I did.
Baltimore will be different. Not necessarily quieter, but..slower, maybe. Which might be good for me.
I appreciate the sentiment. I understand your concern. But sometimes things appear different from the outside. I’m doing what feels manageable for me at the moment. And that has to be enough, doesn’t it?
Still—thank you, again.
Hey Adam! How are you doing today?
Hello,
I did not manage to answer you in time. I do not remember how I felt on May 2nd.
But if I apply your question to today, I’d say I feel desolation and a sense of culpability regarding my emotional state.As for what I’m doing; I’m packing boxes.
I’ve been trying to organize them methodically, much to Beth’s frustration. We argued about it yesterday. It makes my skin itch to watch her throw everything together without care.
Tonight, I’m going to the park to watch the raccoons. I hope it’ll settle my thoughts. I know it won’t, there’s no magic in distraction. But maybe if I keep myself occupied long enough, I can crowd out what’s pressing on me.
After all i understand that my routines aren’t efficient for moving. So, I’ll dissociate as much as I can.
You do not understand me. You pity me.
I took the job offer in Baltimore.
I will be working as a guide at the Davis Planetarium. I’m very happy it worked out. The planetarium has such a rich archive and so many exhibits in rotation! I’ll have a lot to learn and organize, and even more to share. I am already experiencing a lot of excitement about that.
That means Beth and I will be moving to Maryland soon, leaving New York behind. I will miss New York. But I’m looking forward to seeing some people in Baltimore. And it’ll make getting to Dr. Lecter’s appointments easier, once he returns from his retreat.
What made you decide to get back with Beth? I thought you were doing pretty well, especially with Nigel. I think we all just want to make sure you're truly happy with this decision.
I don’t know. I think I want to be left alone. I don’t want to answer any more questions about this…
Good luck with talking to Beth 🤞
If it goes south, just make sure you take care of yourself first.
- 🧷 (safetypin-non)
Thank you. It went well.
My head hurts and my hands are trembling.
Were not the bliss too often crost
By that unhappy vile distrust,That gnawing doubt, and anxious fear, that dangerous malady,
That terrible tormenting rage, that madness, jealousy.
It is love that tortures you, isn’t it?
You don’t speak of it but I know and so do you.
I did not like that.
As I explained, I got flustered. I never asked you to stop. I just didn’t know how to ask for more.
But I still want it. I still want you.
One advantage of communicating online instead of in person is that if something somebody says flusters or overwhelms you, you can just choose not to respond.
You can pretend you didn’t see it at all. I think that’s handy.