adam darling

28yr/old aspiring star. norbury, oregon. elsa lanchester reincarnated, but looks like harry treadaway. hella gay.

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coffee break

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darlingboyadam:

He paused near the doorway, looking up to catch Greg’s gaze. He allowed his mouth to go a little bit slack and widened his eyes just a tad, as if this were news to him. But then he reoriented his features, his slack mouth tightening into a thin line of annoyance. “No shit, Sherlock!” he grumbled sarcastically. 

Greg let out a soft sigh as Adam responded to him. So it was going to be one of those days.   “If I bought you a coffee do you think it would be possible for you to maybe be a little more quiet?" He was trying to avoid conflict but there didn’t seem to be a good way to go about it if he also wanted silence.

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The dark-haired Darling stared at Greg blankly for a moment. He then smiled an indulgent smile, pointed to his shoes, and said, "I doubt you know what these are, but let me inform you: if I can spend $350 on a pair of loafers, then I think I can buy my own damn coffee.”

What the other man didn’t know was that he’d caught the loafers on sale. At a yard sale. Luckily for Adam, they were well-maintained and looked like they could go for $350. Sometimes even $400, if he planned his outfit strategically enough.

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Edward almost chocked on air, such a question related to Adam’s brother almost wanted to make him chuckle though he knew what the other was getting and while the answer to his question was no, he still had to admit that the reason he’d give all the lead roles to his brother was simply because he had always felt more drawn to him like he’d known him for longer than he had.

“No. God, I don’t at all. I don’t think I ever will.” He finally let out a chuckle, looking directly to Adam. “Though I’m guessing you don’t actually mean that?” He stated more rhetorically than anything, “And I just it’s weird alright, you’re just as talented as him but I’ve always felt like I’ve known your brother for more years than I have..yeah it’s just weird but no hard-ons I swear.”

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Once upon a time, Adam had thought of Edward as a man of perfectly sound sense and logic. Clearly, he’d erred somewhere in his judgement.

“You’re right,” Adam agreed flatly. He would not be upset. He would not. He could remind Edward of a few things, though. Like .. “That is weird. Especially when you take into consideration how you’ve actually known me for longer and how I was the one who introduced you to Adrien in the first place.”

Despite his resolve, annoyance crept in to lace his tone anyway, entwining with a large amount of hurt bewilderment and the beginnings of indignation. I just feel like I’ve known your brother for more years than I have. The dark-haired Darling scowled blackly. What the hell did that even mean?

He forced himself to calm down. It could’ve been worse, right? In truth, it wasn’t even that bad. Worst case scenario, Edward would’ve had a literal hard-on for Adrien that would never be reciprocated and Adam would be forever doomed. As in, doomed. Just thinking about it triggered his gag reflex. He couldn’t help it; he was allergic to sexual tension.

“Edward,” he spoke after a thoughtful pause. “I have an idea for you. For us, actually. Something I think you’d be very interested in.”

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coffee break

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Edward was the opposite of Adam in the patience sense, he was often too patient and he often found himself with some form of motivation to change but alas here he was same as always.

Chuckling somewhat as he followed the distracted attention of Adam, raising a brow he could always understand his brother but never Adam…no not completely. He furrowed his brows for a moment before shaking his head.

“Nope, I’m a free man for the day but it doesn’t seem like your mind is.” He raised a concerned brow more than anything, “what’s going on with you Adam?”

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Nerves suddenly swamped Adam, induced by an unexpected wave of sentimentality. He and Edward had been friends for years and while the other man wasn't necessarily his <i>best</i> friend, Adam would grudgingly go so far as to say that Edward had been a mostly positive constant in his life ever since they'd met. What if—

The scowl that had threatened earlier surged back to the surface now, flickering briefly across the shape of Adam's full mouth as he pulled the switch on his mind's railroad, sending the nagging train of doubts into a sharp turn; away from the forefront of his mind, instead back the way it had come.

He couldn't afford to indulge any kind of self-doubts. Self-doubt was the number one killer of dreams and it was with this thought in mind that the dark-haired Darling went forward: tugging at a thick curl by his ear and then drawing a discreet, deep breath, turning to face Edward fully.

"Do you have a hard-on for my brother?" was what came out, much to his surprise. Hmm. Not quite what he'd meant to start with, but .. well, too late now.

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coffee break

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darlingboyadam:

@mrgoodguy-greg & @icequeen-ali: Ali’s sarcasm earned a scorching look from Adam. “That so? Here, let me try again: everyone, it is way too fucking cold outside for this special snowflake!“ he sang out in a piercing falsetto, cocking back a hip. Because everyone knew that’s what you did when you felt it. He paused near the doorway, looking up to catch Greg’s gaze. He allowed his mouth to go a little bit slack and widened his eyes just a tad, as if this were news to him. But then he reoriented his features, his slack mouth tightening into a thin line of annoyance. “No shit, Sherlock!” he grumbled sarcastically.

@dancingdesmond & @high-society-hannah: “Hmm? Oh, I’m fine, sweetheart,” the Darling replied sweetly, waving off the man’s concerns. “Nice contacts, by the way,” he added almost as an afterthought, tapping his own pair of eyes.

“I know, right? Like, Antarctica called and they want their weather back.”

@innovativewriterreincarnate: Dark navy cotton trousers, a plaid-patterned dress shirt and Nordstrom loafers—Adam’s usual style of dress and despite his complaints, he didn’t look the least regretful about his choices. “A well-dressed man defies the weather,” he declared to no one in particular, though his eyes had come to rest on Edward, a playful grin curling the corners of his lips.

“But I don’t suppose you’d know anything about that, right?” He crossed the distance between the two of them with a few half-flouncing, half-prowling steps and leaned in to smack a friendly, platonic kiss onto his friend’s mouth.

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“Oh I know lots, just in a more warm way.” Edward confirmed with a chuckle, giving all but a playful look as he returned the platonic kiss from his friend.“One of these days you’re gonna freeze to death and while you’ll be a well dressed corpse. I can’t imagine that is worth it.” Giving a grin.

“I just need coffee, that’s all I need right now.” He commented off the point of the original topic, running a hand through his hair.

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Claiming the spot closest to Edward, the dark-haired Darling tried to catch the barista's attention with a raised hand. Much to his annoyance, his efforts only landed him a brief glance, as the bustling barista replied with the universal gesture for <i>one second, I'll be with you in a bit.</i> Adam hated to have to wait.

A scowl threatened before it occurred to him: he hadn't come here for the coffee. Right, of course—was he really that easily distracted? And was that tip jar decorated with <i>rainbow sequins</i>? Ooh, it <i>was</i>. He wanted it—

—and only barely managed to keep from reaching for it, scolding himself. He'd come here to talk to Edward.

Clearing his throat, Adam fussed with his hair a bit, in the way he did when something heavy was on his mind. "Have you anything planned for today?" he asked his friend, casually.

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coffee break

“Way. Too. Fucking. Cold.” Adam’s pained hiss was lost in the chiming of the coffee shop’s bell that loudly announced his entrance and so he repeated himself for good measure, as he stomped the snow from his boots and scanned the shop’s occupants, an eager glint evident in his gaze.

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Waving his friend over as he continued to chuckle at his words as he entered, raising a brow at the other mans attire “You realize that’s what people wear coats for right?” He meant it as a helpful comment, gesturing for Adam to take a seat. 

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@mrgoodguy-greg & @icequeen-ali: Ali’s sarcasm earned a scorching look from Adam. “That so? Here, let me try again: everyone, it is way too fucking cold outside for this special snowflake!“ he sang out in a piercing falsetto, cocking back a hip. Because everyone knew that’s what you did when you felt it. He paused near the doorway, looking up to catch Greg's gaze. He allowed his mouth to go a little bit slack and widened his eyes just a tad, as if this were news to him. But then he reoriented his features, his slack mouth tightening into a thin line of annoyance. "No shit, Sherlock!" he grumbled sarcastically.

@dancingdesmond & @high-society-hannah: “Hmm? Oh, I’m fine, sweetheart,” the Darling replied sweetly, waving off the man’s concerns. “Nice contacts, by the way,” he added almost as an afterthought, tapping his own pair of eyes.

“I know, right? Like, Antarctica called and they want their weather back.”

@innovativewriterreincarnate: Dark navy cotton trousers, a plaid-patterned dress shirt and Nordstrom loafers—Adam’s usual style of dress and despite his complaints, he didn’t look the least regretful about his choices. “A well-dressed man defies the weather,” he declared to no one in particular, though his eyes had come to rest on Edward, a playful grin curling the corners of his lips.

"But I don’t suppose you’d know anything about that, right?” He crossed the distance between the two of them with a few half-flouncing, half-prowling steps and leaned in to smack a friendly, platonic kiss onto his friend’s mouth.

[darlingboyadam-blog]

coffee break

"Way. Too. Fucking. Cold.” Adam’s pained hiss was lost in the chiming of the coffee shop’s bell that loudly announced his entrance and so he repeated himself for good measure, as he stomped the snow from his boots and scanned the shop’s occupants, an eager glint evident in his gaze.

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Only dead fish swim with the stream.

Malcolm Muggeridge

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All the world is a stage and all the men and women in it are simply actors.

William Shakespeare