new id, new friend | adam glenn x reader
Listen.. it’s.. this is my first time guys be nice
It’s my first time posting an x Reader to TUMBLR that is.. I’ve known the ways of the Sith since I was 11 on Wattpad.
There’s something undeniably sexy about meeting someone somewhere you do not want to be but have every obligation
I promise this is just the start to another story
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w.c | 2,078
tags/warnings | written with AFAB reader in mind, the DMV, strangers to friends, no mention of Y/N
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The DMV was the worst place in existence. Nobody liked having to wake up early in the morning just to spend 3 hours in a stale, depressing building for legal purposes. You woke up early so you’d still have hours left in the day by the time you were done, how messed up is that?
For all the good in the world, there was bad to balance it out. The bad presented itself in your life this week, when you lost your driver’s license after a night of fun the Friday before. You didn’t even drink that much, you just.. seemed to misplace it somehow. That Saturday morning, your wallet was strewn along your clothes on the floor, and the empty ID slot was glaring back at you.
Great. Awesome. Good job.
You could’ve ordered a new one online, thugged it out and Ubered to work for a few days til it came in. But you were always embarrassed by the photo you took all those years ago. It was your first license, you were young and spry and stupid. Your dead stare into the camera was not planned nor was it appealing. Everyone joked about having ugly license photos but if you were going to have an ugly one, it may as well be updated. So you opted to go in person to the DMV. It was terribly inconvenient having to wake up early and put effort into your appearance, usually a chore day could be done in a tank top, sweatpants, and finger brushed hair. But in an attempt to look refreshed and alive for your photo, you took a shower and groomed yourself just so.
“Alright, not too much.. I’m not going to see the Queen..” You mumbled as you preened a few out-of-line brow hairs, the pads of your fingers soft from all the lotion you smothered yourself in.
You gave yourself a once over, nodded, and headed out the door.
The soulless cavern that was the DMV nearly sapped any youthful light you had about you as soon as you stepped in.
“..did you complete the sign in online?” The front desk worker gazed blankly at you, waiting for your reply.
DMV workers are difficult to read. They were real soldiers, you could see the wars in the dark circles of their eyes, burned into their skin from the exhaustion of dealing with the general public on matters nobody wanted to deal with. Some had a glimmer of hope, maybe it was just your hope that there was still a person in there after their shift ended. Some were just so passive aggressive you couldn’t tell if you were bothering them or maybe they were just not excited to be there. Hearing arguing this early across the room about needing proof of address certainly wasn’t helping.
You cracked a smile, polite but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Yes, I did.”
They gave you the usual spiel about waiting until you get called or notified, and you found a seat. Uncomfortable, plastic, and lukewarm. You specifically chose a seat farther away from others. The DMV brought in all kinds of people. Not everyone went to a cafe, not everyone went to the same grocery store. But everyone had to go to the DMV. The DMV didn’t care about your likes or dislikes, preferences or interests. So.. you really didn’t want to risk sitting next to some unseemly person.
That lasted maybe only about 5 minutes.
You were fumbling with your phone in your hands, absentmindedly scrolling through emails and your social media. Anything to occupy your brain, distract you from the gross yellow LEDs. The seat next to you creaked, and there was an unmistakable warmth from a looming weight that had manifested beside your person.
Ah shit. Just don’t make eye contact. That’s how they get you.
Your human reflexes betrayed your brain. The damned reflex to just see what was next to you had your head turn ever so slightly and your eyes flicked to the form beside you.
A tall, blond man had taken a seat next to you. If it weren’t for his meek demeanor, he’d be hulking next to you. His shoulders were slouched forward, his bangs feathered into his eyes. He seemed just as tired as you were, unassuming while he stared off into whatever white void the DMV had to offer while his fingers fiddled with his car keys. You could have any character sit next to you and it happened to be an attractive man close in age to you.. score.
That didn’t mean you were going to strike conversation, no. That required social skills and confidence. You didn’t have those this early in the morning, you’re lucky to trigger them during random encounters as it is. In this day and age, we simply gawk silently and fantasize to music on the drive back home. And then you’ll forget he ever existed, and you’ll go back to life as normal—
“Uh.. hello.” An awkward chuckle came.
Shit.. was I staring at him?
You blinked profusely, waking yourself up from whatever accidental trance you had put yourself in. It is way too early for this..
“Oh— Hi.. uhm..” You cleared your throat and sat up straight, eyes darting between his face— which was now facing you directly— and your phone in your lap. “I’m so sorry, I was just..” Your stammering wasn’t helping. You grit your teeth, rolling your eyes at yourself.
“It’s alright. Morning brain.” The man shrugged, offering a small smile. “I think the DMV just does that to people.” He stuffed his keys in the pockets of his jeans, freeing up his hands.
“I’m Adam.”
His introduction was nice, but you weren’t looking to strike conversation. How unfortunate. Etiquette and manners called for response, but so did your terrible social anxiety and people pleasing. Your heart skipped a beat, your stomach churned. At least you had the mind to call out of work for this errand, you weren’t sure you could deal with more people after this forced interaction.
You nodded and gave him your name. “Yeah, this place sucks.. I’m just here to replace my license.”
“Gotta renew my registration. I could’ve done it online but I just haven’t had the time.” Adam pulled his phone out from his other pocket. “Between work and.. research,” He glanced at a few notifications you couldn’t quite make out, “I kind of forgot about it.”
How relatable. Putting off adult things for less important adult things was a common trend in your life, though the anxiety knowing you hadn’t done it yet would always linger in your mind. It just didn’t scare you enough to get you off your ass.
“I think most people just don’t like going to the DMV either.” You said, grimacing as you looked around. Everyone seemed tired, grouchy, and bored. “It’s like a liminal space, I swear every single one looks the exact same. I’ve been to a few different states and honestly, they all have the exact same feeling.. Just a room of dead dreams, crying toddlers, and lights you can hear.” You shuddered, your lip curling farther.
He laughed, nodding along. His laugh was like a bell, light yet full, sonorous and warm. God, he was hot.
“I can see that. I haven’t been to that many places, are you from here originally?” He tilted his head. You felt a warmth in your stomach as his doe eyes focused on you. A man your age who cared about what other people had to say and didn’t talk about himself the whole time? He can’t be real.
“Not from Oklahoma City, no. I’ve been here and there around the country, traveling can be fun.” Your eyes sized him up. “You?”
Somehow, that seemed to paralyze him a bit. Were you asking a sensitive question? Was he about to turn out to be some secret serial killer on the run and was really bad at lying so he can’t name a random place or just say yes? Adam shifted in his creaky seat, a forlorn smile crossing his lips.
“No, I’m not from here.” He started. When he saw you watching his face, he continued on. “I’m.. actually not even from this planet.”
..hm.. okay.
“I’m from Eternos. It’s a city on a planet called Eternia.”
Ironically that was a better answer than some stupid flirty line you thought he might say. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t confused. Though it was clear from his hesitation that confusion was a common reaction. That got your gears going. Maybe he just.. needed someone to listen to him. Adam seemed like a nice enough guy, your red flag radar wasn’t going off in your head. You had a lot of empathy and compassion, and he didn’t seem to be lying.
So you took the bait.
“That sounds kind of cool.” You hummed, furrowing your brows as you rolled it over in your head. “Eternia..” Trying it on your tongue. “Huh.. yeah that’s pretty cool. What’s it like?” You smiled at him, turning your body towards him fully. You could still hear the numbers being called over the muffled intercom, and you were far from being called up. So why not?
The sudden spark in his eyes nearly put a stake in your heart. His entire demeanor shifted. He seemed a bit sheepish at first, and now he was sat up to full height, face flushed with fresh blood as he took deep breaths. Reactions like that were why you had such compassion. You knew what it felt like.. to be called weird, to not.. fit in. Holding in parts of yourself that people thought were strange, it was like a self inflicted poison. Nobody deserved to feel that way. Even strangers. Adam sounded like someone in a delusional state but.. maybe that was just you being a bit prejudiced. He certainly seemed fine outside of his sudden claim to not be from this planet. Maybe this Eternia was just his safe space. There was no way for you to know unless you asked.
And here you were. Asking about it in the middle of the DMV at 9 in the morning after being awake for 2 hours.
You were happy to listen to him ramble. Something about.. talking tigers.. a man with an extendable neck.. and his parents. If it weren’t for your names being called, you would’ve kept listening and asking more questions. But suddenly you heard your name and number over the intercom. And Adam’s followed. He seemed ready to throw it all to the wind, his brows kneading with desperation as he raised at the same time you did. Damn the car registration, someone finally wanted to listen to him. You could see that satisfaction in his eyes. But you didn’t have free time to come do this kind of thing again. And you certainly had no interest in coming back to the DMV for another several years. You rocked on your heels a bit before swiping through your phone, handing it over to Adam.
“Here.. put your number in.” You gazed up at him with a kind smile. “You seem fun. I wouldn’t mind maybe going and getting some lunch or coffee and talking more about your home planet.”
Adam was shocked. His lips parted as his hands shook, your phone nearly slipping from his fingers. “Really?” He squeaked. He cleared his throat and tried to steel himself. “You don’t.. think I’m crazy?” His incredulous tone hurt your heart, you didn’t blame anyone for not believing him but you were sure people weren’t kind as well about it.
You shrugged. “I mean.. you don’t seem like a crazed serial killer. And you don’t creep me out.” Maybe that wasn’t quite the answer he wanted to hear but it was better than being called insane. “You’re funny, and nice. I feel like I’ve known you forever. What does it hurt to make a new friend?” You hoped he understood what you were saying.
Adam raised his hands in surrender, nodding before he began to fill in his contact information. “Oh y-yeah, no I get it. If I end up being a weirdo, I give you full permission to beat me up.” See? Funny. You chuckled and took the phone back, snapping a quick photo for his contact. His shy smile and big eyes were to die for.
You turned to go to your window, but you stopped and spun back around.
“Adam!”
“Yes?” He was quick to answer, like a dog. Even more charming. Even more hot.
You brushed a few hairs from your face and posed. “What do you think? Good for a new license photo?” You giggled. He gave you a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow.
“Mm. Yeah.” He said it like it was obvious. “Better than good. You’ll be the best photo they take all week.”
Adam sure knew how to give a compliment. You caught yourself excited to talk to a complete stranger, barely noticing when the worker instructed you to hand over your documents. The smile never left your face, seeing Adam wave you goodbye as he headed out the door.
Your license photo definitely looked better than before. That nice smile on your face made you look more awake than the first photo.
