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pikespeak22
Oct. 7th, 2010 08:33 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 10
This was beautifully written, but so heartbreaking. I had to use a *sadface* Adam icon for this. Even though this is probably the best thing for him now, it sounds like Adam will still play a key part in his ultimate recovery. "But maybe"...I sure hope so.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 08:53 am (UTC)
Want Your Hex 1/??
It starts like any other show.

Adam gets to the meet and greet a little late—most of the restaurants in this part of town are pretty much hidden, and if not for a local on his Twitter feed who very kindly gave him directions to a little French place that looks more like a bar than a restaurant from the outside, he'd probably still be wandering between 6th and 12th Street, trying to find something that isn't McDonald's. Everything is close together, though, the way things are in cities that were built long before Ford went into business, and it's a fast walk from the restaurant to the back door of the theatre.

Neil is ready to take Adam's head off, but Adam manages to quiet him down by pointing out that five minutes is not the end of the world, if it comes down to that he can always stop at two colours of eye shadow, and Neil calms enough to let people in.

It's the usual motley crew, couples and singles and a couple of little kids, and one guy in his early twenties who won't quite look Adam in the eye and is at pains to make sure Adam knows the album he's signing is for the guy's sister. Adam doesn't usually offer hugs first, but he feels compelled to give the kid one because even though he's never been in the closet, he definitely recognises the look. The guy hugs back, and then finally looks at him and offers Adam a fantastic smile that might have a little bit of another kind of offer in it. Adam won't take him up on it—it's just not his style—but he still kind of hopes he won't be the only one the guy ever makes it to. Tommy ran the town through a search engine before they got here, and Adam knows this place, too, is finally starting to open its eyes and arms to the rest of the human community it's been shunning, if they can let go of their fear.

He takes a picture with an old married couple, and then Neil waves to get his attention.

“Some chick brought you something,” he mutters, obviously trying to keep his voice down, and Adam ducks his head a little in response. Neil has a great poker face; Adam doesn't.

“Bad?” Adam asks. The worst he's gotten in the past three years was screamed at by Westboro and he doesn't think anybody really feels like trying something more, but he'd rather not find out firsthand if he's wrong.

“I don't know, but if you're taking it I want to be in here when you open it,” Neil answers. “Don't wait until later.”

Adam nods; he's gotten used to trusting Neil's judgement, and when he takes the box from a hand with some really incredible black and silver nails (which, she tells him, are something called a two-tone French manicure, and Adam makes a mental note to ask Sutan about that) Neil is hovering without appearing to hover, the tension in the energy around him practically palpable.

There's nothing in the box but a piece of cotton batting surrounding something small and hard, and as Adam folds it back he feels Neil relax. Then he grins, charmed by the little silver Aquarius pendant in the box.

“Oh, this is cool!” he says, lifting it out to look at it. There's a pair of tiny, dark-red stones set between the lines, and they sparkle where the light hits them. “Garnet, right?”

The girl nods, the “yeah” she gives him sounding almost embarrassed. “I was taking an Advanced Casting class this last semester and we had to make something we'd like to see in a real jewelry store . . . “ she explains, flushing underneath what Adam thinks is a totally sick painted-on Mardi Gras-type mask.

“It's awesome! Thank you so much!” he tells her, already wondering if the chain is the kind that tangles too easily to be layered in with a bunch of others that have to be quickly changed. “You made this?”

The girl nods again, and this time she smiles. “I'm an Aquarius too but I really wanted you to have it,” she says, brushing back heavily-teased hair. Adam definitely approves of her sense of style. “I was following your blog—“ Adam resists the urge to tell her the blog isn't exactly his, more like a blog everyone on the tour shares that he posts in sometimes—“and I saw you talking about sign properties and things . . . “

“Yeah, garnets are really strong protection,” Adam fills in. Neil might think she's kooky, but then again, Neil thinks Adam is kooky, so not a whole lot of surprise there.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 08:54 am (UTC)
Re: That Anon, You Know The One
Part one is up. ♥
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 08:55 am (UTC)
Re: That Anon, You Know The One
Anon approves of your kittens! but alas, anon is on a diet. (Cheesecake totally has no calories, though.)


Part one is up ♥


sulwen
Oct. 7th, 2010 08:59 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex 1/??
MORE PLEASE!!!

Also, omg, astrology and jewelry are clearly the way to Adam's heart. :D
casey270
Oct. 7th, 2010 09:06 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 10
no, no, no. this isn't what's best for him! i think this part bothered me more than any of the others because it just makes it more visible that what was done to Tommy is still finding new ways to hurt him. he can't start to get better until he's done being hurt.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 09:18 am (UTC)
Re: Shut the Light off
*puts on list of requested fills* *is That Anon*
etharei
Oct. 7th, 2010 09:26 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex 1/??
HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I LOVE YOU?

I'm really, really intrigued, and I love the start of stories, when you're trying to envision what will happen next. Adam meeting the closeted boy was really sweet, and his interaction with the girl makes me want to draw hearts all over the scene.

MOAR PLZ.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 09:36 am (UTC)
Want Your Hex 2/??
He thanks her again and signs her magazine (Cosmopolitan, and how the fuck he ever got onto the cover of Cosmo is still beyond him, although he remembers the interview, mostly because he was pleasantly surprised by the way the interviewer asked him the usual Cosmo what-do-you-look-for-in-a-guy questions pretty much the same way Adam imagines they'd be asked of a woman), and after a picture she's on her way, beaming. Adam shows Neil the pendant.

“No poison gas or red buttons,” he says, offering up the most ridiculous grin he can summon, before Neil rolls his eyes.

“It could have been something really dangerous, Adam,” Neil points out. “After that Westboro thing in Missouri—“

“They're not going to risk somebody touching one of the unclean ones,” Adam answers, rolling his eyes. “God forbid one of them get a little glitter on their clothes. Is there anybody else out there?”

“Some weird blonde guy in too much makeup who wants to know if he can borrow your jacket because his got left in Virginia. I'm not sure I should let him in.”

Adam snickers and waves a hand at Tommy, standing out in the hall waiting for the meet-and-greeters to be gone. “Knock yourself out,” he calls, and Tommy nods and disappears.

“Speaking of getting shit on your clothes, you'd better watch out if he's taking your normal jacket, it'll come back with McDonald's fumes on it,” Neil remarks. “If he's in there too long you might even be able to smell fries in your sleeves.”

Adam flips him off and heads for the dressing room (this place has nice ones, too—they're new, he can tell), where Sutan flips on some instrumental stuff and tells Adam to sit down and close his eyes. Adam sits, then remembers the little pendant in his hand and holds it up.

“Oh, nice,” Sutan comments. “Gift?”

“Yeah. I thought I might wear it tonight, it's pretty sick,” Adam says. Sutan takes it from his hand and brushes at it.

“Something sticking,” Sutan says, then fastens it around Adam's neck. “Looks great. Now close your eyes, I'm using glue here.”

Adam complies, listening to the instrumental from the iPod on the makeup table and letting the sound wash over him while he goes over blocking in his mind and Sutan does unspeakable things to his face with a kohl stick.

“Design tonight?” Sutan asks. Adam waits until the pencil's away from his eyes to answer.

“Sure. I saw the line out there. People are going nuts with the glitter. It's a good night to turn the glam up to eleven.”

“You bring that out in people,” Sutan comments, drawing a design off Adam's eye. “And you walked right out to get food and nobody recognised you.”

“Neil got me a security jacket,” Adam answers. “Tommy's borrowing mine because it's about fifty sizes too big on him.”

“You two are crazy,” Sutan says, and then dusts Adam's face with setting powder. “You're ready. You might want to call Tommy and tell him if he's not back in ten minutes I'm—“

Tommy slouches in, practically swimming in Adam's old jacket, before Sutan can finish. Adam ducks into his own dressing room (one that's actually just his, unlike some of the venues they've been in; he doesn't mind sharing if he has to, but being able to undress and dress in peace is absolute heaven) so he can change and warm up before he can get caught in Sutan's inevitable lecture on Walking Out Less Than An Hour Before Show.

Adam runs into the new keyboardist in the wings; Cam was with them for the first part of this tour, but now they have Dawnie, who's got a great sound and makes Tommy look big. He gives her a hug and a kiss on both cheeks—Glamily traditions for wishing good luck and good show are way better than gathering in greenroom to yell obscenities to ward off bad luck, Adam thinks—and then stands up so Mike can wire him into the handsless mic he's using this time around.

“Ready?” he mutters to her, glancing way far across the stage where he can just barely see Tommy and Isaac hanging out in the wings opposite. She nods.

“Ready as I'll ever be,” she says, beneath the pounding bass of Justin Timberlake, and then at a cue the lights flash and Adam and the band spill out onto the stage.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 10:37 am (UTC)
Adam/Tommy, Madonna watching
Madonna wants the boys to put on a show for her. They agree, because, well, what Madonna wants Madonna gets (seriously they are such fanboys).

Bonuspoints for non-established relationship and straight!Tommy.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 11:05 am (UTC)
Want Your Hex 3/??
It's all fine until about twenty minutes into the show—all routine, exciting and sexy and fun and a cheeky reference to sex toys that Adam didn't understand until Brooke explained it to him (and then they laughed til they cried in the back of the bus, because who the hell decided the lyric “my little Venus Butterfly” made sense for a man, even a gay one, to be singing?). Then Tommy ramps up the bass, and Adam strides across the stage, belting out the opening lyrics to “Fever” before sidling up behind Tommy and grabbing the neck of the bass from behind.

It's a tricky bit of choreography—one about a minute long that took more time than the entire Idol medley near the end of the show—because Adam doesn't actually play bass, and when Tommy sets his fingers on the right chord it has to look like Adam did it without help and be completed in the short space between “could you be m-mine?” and “we'll never get too far” so Tommy can lean back and take his hands off the bass.

It starts when Tommy puts his hand on the back of Adam's neck (which the fangirls keep hoping is going to turn into an impromptu makeout session—Adam can get around the Internet as well as anybody else, he's read some of what some fans think he and the band get up to after, and even during, shows); one second it's just Tommy's hand on the back of his neck and Adam trying like hell to not fuck up a progression. Then Adam feels not guitar strings but skin under his fingers, and nearly drops the bass.

It doesn't end when Tommy takes the bass back at the end of the verse—instead Adam feels guitar strings again, and he has a second between verses to wonder if there's some kind of brain version of Internet stream lag. Maybe, he thinks, it's just from pressing the strings too hard—his fingers went numb for a second, and now they're catching back up.

At least, that's what he thinks until he feels the brush of long hair against his chin. Then he has to fight to not completely flub the lyrics, because then there's a hand on his face that he can't see, brushing back hair he doesn't have. If he'd smoked anytime recently he'd call it some kind of psychedelic feedback, but it's been a couple of months, and this is just weird, this is the press of something against his leg when nothing's there and guitar strings under his fingers when a quick glance is enough to tell him the lines where he was pressing are already gone and, during a break between songs when he's offstage swapping costumes, something wet against his lips when he's not drinking anything.

They finish out the night with something off the new album, a song called “2 AM” that he wrote during Glam Nation one night when he couldn't sleep, and Adam's barely offstage before he's in a chair with Neil and Dawnie fussing over him while Brooke presses a water bottle into his hand. Neil's checking his pupils, of course, and Adam has a sudden cold fear that he passed out onstage and hallucinated the show. It's got to be pretty damned bad before Neil pesters. He glances up at Dawnie, who sees him questioning her without asking a word and takes his hand.

“I don't think anybody in the audience noticed, but Adam, sweetheart, you've got to get more sleep, I thought you were going to pass out—“

“I'm fine,” he says, and it's true, he doesn't feel anything out of the ordinary right now. He's cool. Neil gets about an inch from his face and examines his eyes more closely.

“You're not drunk?” he asks, and Adam rolls his eyes.

“I'd like to not bomb my second tour by being drunk onstage, Neil,” Adam points out. “I should go sign.” Neil frowns.

“Ten minutes,” he says. “And then I want you to get your ass to the hotel, shower, and sleep.” He glances around and nods at someone Adam can't see. “Tommy. Go with him and make sure he goes, would you? I'll get the set broken.”

Tommy nods and holds out a hand to pull Adam to his feet. He stands up, wishing he could explain to Neil that it was just some kind of weird mini-hallucination, but then he'd have to explain why he was hallucinating and that he's just not up to.

Except then Tommy puts a hand on Adam's arm and Adam feels an arm under his own open hand, and he has the horrible feeling it wasn't just a hallucination.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 11:49 am (UTC)
Adam/Ke$ha/Mike Furey: A very drunk and messy threesome.



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(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 01:07 pm (UTC)
Brad, Tommy, and Terrance ~celebrate their nearby birthdays together.
xxvikixx
Oct. 7th, 2010 01:15 pm (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex 3/??
Oh god this is awesome.

More soon, yes? :D
fobsessed54
Oct. 7th, 2010 01:58 pm (UTC)
THIS
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