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etharei
Oct. 10th, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 10/??
OMG HE KNOWS HE KNOOWWWWSS :DDDDDD

DAMMIT WHERE'S THE NEXT PART. *GNAWS ON FIST*
(Anonymous)
Oct. 10th, 2010 05:02 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Glamily, h/c
want this
valress
Oct. 10th, 2010 08:04 am (UTC)
Re: Tommy/Isaac
Ohh the bendy... the bendy... and Tommy is already bendy... Oh WOW... Umm I mean yes Please DW
isolde13
Oct. 10th, 2010 09:56 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 11
This was supposed to be the end. But then I went out and got drunk and it all went to hell. This is the penultimate chapter then.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He lasts nearly three weeks.

Nearly three weeks before he picks up the phone, hits the familiar speed dial key.

"I need to come back."

"Tommy . . ."

"Adam, please. I need this."

"It hasn't been very long. Are you sure?"

He rubs at his eyes, feels the edge of a scar cutting across his temple. "Yeah. I can move around now and the bruises are almost gone." He looks across the room to the mirrored closet. Sees the pale yellow of those bruises, remembers when they were at their worst.

"The makeup'll hide them."

"What about the therapy? You promised you'd go."

"I have been." He grips the phone tight, struggling with a sudden urge to snap at Adam, to ask him if this is the fucking inquisition. He breathes through it, recognizes it for what it is.

A mood swing. Just a mood swing.

Surges of anger that come and go.

He breathes through it. Wills himself to get through it.

"And I'll go back after tour,” he says, biting the words off, one by one. “I'll finish then."

There's silence. A brief, stark moment of silence that Tommy rushes to fill. "The doctor said it would be a good thing."

"She did?"

No.

It's a lie. The doctor had said that it could be a good thing.

But Adam doesn’t have to know that.

"Yeah. So . . . can I?"

He’s begging. Hates that he’s begging.

But he needs this so bad.

He needs something else to take up space in his thoughts. Something other than the feel of Mason’s hands.

Something other than the sound of Mason’s grunts behind his ear.

Anything other than the feel of packed dirt and rocks beneath his body.

Anything other than the memory of feeling helpless and afraid.

“Ok,” Adam says. “If your doctor says it’s ok and you’re ready, then yeah. Of course you can come back.”

Tommy closes his eyes, turns away from the mirror. He can’t stand to look for too long. Can't stand to look at what he's become.

Besides, maybe it won’t matter anymore.

He’s going back to Adam. He’s going back to where he should have been all along.

He’s going to stop thinking about the bruises.

The scar.

The nightmares.

He runs his hand along the scar, doesn’t even realize it until his fingers catch on the raised skin.

He shuts his eyes tight, trying to hide from the memories. Always the same fucking memories.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you, Adam.”
(Anonymous)
Oct. 10th, 2010 09:59 am (UTC)
Want Your Hex: 11/??
They sit on Adam's bed, each with something they threw together from the minibar in Adam's room, not speaking until finally Tommy breaks the silence.

“So you. Feel everything I do,” he finally gets out. Adam nods.

“I, uh. Stuck my hands under cold water when you went to the bathroom after soundcheck,” he says. “It's like if whatever I'm doing has more . . . touch feedback, I guess, it drowns out whatever's happening on your end. And the other way around.”

Adam doesn't think he's ever seen Tommy blush before, but the deep, bright red across Tommy's face now makes up for it. Adam's about to ask what's wrong when he remembers getting back from the venue the night before. Oh. Right. That.

He's in the process of trying to figure out how to apologise when Tommy spits out “I'm sorry” and then goes back to looking like he's never going to speak again. Adam finally just shrugs.

“It's not like you knew,” he says. “Hell, it's not like I knew, but you sure as hell got my attention.” As soon as it's out of his mouth he realises what it sounds like and feels a blush to match Tommy's cross his face. “I mean—you know, it's not like I was sitting there going 'oh, this is great,' I think I was a little more worried about having hallucinations at that point—“

“Hey, I'm way better than a hallucination,” Tommy protests. Then he looks sombre. “So when you dropped the bass today—“

“We have to figure out how to stop this shit before one or both of us gets hurt,” Adam interrupts. “Really hurt. All I could think about when it hit the stage was what could have happened if you'd followed it.”

“Yeah, but I didn't, so—“

“And what if it happens again?” Adam asks. “What if next time you're not okay? Then what?All it would have taken was one step forward and you—“

And then there's a pair of lips on his and a hand on the back of his neck, not letting him pull away until he calms down enough to not be rambling his way toward tears.

“Don't worry about it so much,” Tommy advises. “Tomorrow we ask Neil and tell him we already tested and proved it. If anybody'll know what kind of shit could do this—“

“If it's something science-based, yeah,” Adam agrees. “But if it's not—“

“Then we have the Research Fiend on our side, and we worry about that if it's not scientific,” Tommy suggests. “We'll figure it out.”

Adam looks down at his drink. He's on his third. It's not doing anything. “I need something stronger than this.”

“Man, you're not going to get much stronger than vodka at one in the morning on a weeknight in Pennsylvania,” Tommy points out. Adam puts down his glass and goes digging through his duffel bag. Finally he pulls out a small bag.

“Do you care?” he asks, holding up a pack of rolling papers. Tommy shrugs and shakes his head while Adam builds a joint.

“Might want to open a window,” he suggests. “Last thing you need is hotel staff calling the cops and telling them someone's smoking pot on our floor.”

Adam glances at the window, then opens it before digging through his jacket pocket for Neil's lighter. “God I'm glad he dropped this thing yesterday.”

“You could just do this revolutionary thing called 'getting your own,' you know,” Tommy points out. Adam ignores him until he's got a drag in his lungs. Then he flops back down on the bed.

“Bitch at me about it when I don't have your hair in my face,” Adam tells him. Then he pulls his legs up onto the bed and lays down, head against Tommy's leg. “If that ever happens again.”

“Something started it, something'll stop it,” Tommy says. Adam feels a hand in his hair as something rough runs over his fingers.

“I really need to do something with this when I dye it again,” he mumbles, indicating his hair. “It's fried.” Then he sighs and shakes his head a little. “I'm gonna fall asleep if you keep that up.”

Tommy grins down at him. “You've got something to stay up for?”

“Well, not really, but if you want to be able to get off my bed—“

“What if I don't?” Tommy asks. Adam blinks up at him. “Come on, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you're gonna turn it down?”
etharei
Oct. 10th, 2010 10:42 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 11/??
YAY! You handled the Talk really well bb, it felt very in-character the whole time, and I love that they've decided to let Neil figure it out, because that is totally something Adam would do :D The worrying bit was a nice touch.

BUT NOW I WANT MOOOAAAAR.
ryungs
Oct. 10th, 2010 11:11 am (UTC)
Adam/Tommy : sacrifice!fic
Adam sacrifces himself for Tommy. Only just need this, Pleeeease.
sulwen
Oct. 10th, 2010 11:16 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 11/??
EEEEE, you used my idea! Yay! Can't wait for the next part! :D
ryungs
Oct. 10th, 2010 11:17 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy : killer!Adam (very AU)
Maybe 16~18? and Adam is 27~29? IDK. Just not a super younger Tommy. Lol
xxvikixx
Oct. 10th, 2010 11:17 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 11/??
More soon please :)

*is impatient*
babzz
Oct. 10th, 2010 01:33 pm (UTC)
Awesomeeeee I want it
technicolornina
Oct. 10th, 2010 01:47 pm (UTC)
Re: ADAM/OSCAR WILDE
Oh hell I don't normally admit to stuff I write on this meme because I tend to do the really weird oddball prompts but


I FUCKING LOVE VICTORIAN ENGLAND

and I also love doing time travel so once I figure out a couple of the prompts I have lined up already and beat out a plotline for this, the very gay, very glam, very catty lovechild of Back to the Future, My Fair Lady and The Love Letter will be coming to an Internet browser near you.


. . . . uh. I should probably tell you that while I'm semifluent in speaking Victorian-era Queen's English I am not now nor have I ever been particularly good at writing poetry (I shared some of my high-school poetry with my Twitter feed last night and we all agreed that my poetry makes Adam's old poetry look like William fucking Shakespeare wrote it), so, uh. There might be a little handwaving involved here.


Also any preferences on allowing angst/side pairings/OTHER INTERNAL CONFLICTS AND SO ON because god knows I'll intend for this fic to take place over like a two-week span and then end up in the same situation I did with my last time-travel fic, which was "this will take place over two months and be about 60 pages . . . six months, 125 pages . . . a year and no more than 270 pages . . . . oh fuck it two years and 530 pages with a final word count exceeding Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire plot why do you swallow me this way no really why" and it will end up full of subplots and so on and so forth?
ryungs
Oct. 10th, 2010 01:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy, dub/non con, special hell ticket
YES!!! PLEASE!!!
untamedfilly
Oct. 10th, 2010 03:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 11/??
I feel bad that I haven't been commenting, but I have kept up religiously! I absolutely love this. Can't wait for more. So good....
untamedfilly
Oct. 10th, 2010 03:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 11
Oooh, a curveball! Love it bb! But then, you never cease to amaze me! Can wait for the next update! <3
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