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WIP Titles Meme
As seen... lots of places on my flist.
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
I'm also including a snippet with each file name.
The Vampire Diaries
The Problem With Heroes:
“Well, that’s such an extreme level of blind, naive optimism that I need blood to handle it properly,” Damon said. “Please tell me that there’s something left in the fridge.”
“Caroline restocked you guys last night,” Elena said. “I helped her put it away.”
“Why does that sound so wrong?” Damon asked.
Smallville
AU SV 3some:
He was tied up but not dead - that was the first thing that Lois noticed when she slipped into the tower. Eyes closed, muscles twitching slightly against the green glow that filled the room. This was what kryptonite did to Clark Luthor - it humbled him, brought him down from that mountain of ego.
American Idol
FairyTale:
“And you may call me Adam.” Belatedly, he realized that their hands were still clasped, but Adam found that he was not yet ready to let go. “Do you not attend your queen’s court, Kris?” For Kris was old enough that he must have already gone through his own Ordeal.
“I do not have the queen’s favor,” Kris said. He spoke with no sign of bitterness. “I reside at my country house with my family.”
Adam looked over Kris carefully and could find no reason clear to his eyes why anyone would ever find Kris dissatisfying.
That Darn Cat:
Going over to Kris’s place was impossible. Mitzi shed like the little striped demon that she was, and Kris fussed over her like she was a baby. Adam felt like a diva when he insisted that Kris come over to his place whenever they wanted to hang out, but he couldn’t help it. The last time he’d been over at Kris’s, he would swear that the beast had given him this triumphant look.
It wasn’t that he was heartless. The cat had needed a home and he didn’t want anything to starve to death, but why Kris?
Dollhouse Fusion:
Kris sighed, leaned into Adam's touch. He didn't want to talk, didn't want to do anything that required thinking. That wasn't really fair to Adam, though, who liked talking through shit. If he weren't on his way to being a superstar, Adam could be a therapist, maybe. He'd always gotten Kris to talk about more stuff than anyone else-
Was that true or was it just what Kris remembered?
That's what Adam didn't understand. What he needed to make Adam understand. "They have to be lying," Kris said. He shifted to face Adam, pressed a kiss just below Adam's ear. His voice was low and careful as he tried to untangle his thoughts for Adam. "Because... because if they aren't, I can't- I can't trust my memory. What can I- how can I trust anything?"
TiMER:
“So, what, you decided to say goodbye with your mouth?”
“Everyone says goodbye with their mouths,” Kris said in a mumble. “It wasn’t... I just needed. I needed to- Adam...”
And Kris looked up at him and... shit, those big brown eyes and those full lips and... and the door was locked. Adam licked his mouth quickly and tried to remind himself of all the reasons that he wasn’t going to show Kris what a real kiss was like.
TheBoyInTheMirror:
By that time, Adam had grown used to having a boy in his mirror that no one else knew about. He knew that he was too old for imaginary friends, but he wasn’t ready to let Kris go. He wasn’t sure if there was ever going to be anyone else who would look at him - chubby and freckled and a boy - and call him pretty.
Flavor of the Month:
"But I don't want any other guy but you," Kris said. "I'm gay for you."
Adam folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. Kris bit down on his lip. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch.
"I don't look at other guys much," Kris corrected. Adam kept staring, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. Kris coughed a little. "Um. You know. Katy was happy we were both virgins when we got married."
"And then you divorced her because you wanted dick," Adam said, tartly. "So, you know, I'm not sure that worked out too well for her."
withAlli:
"Guess what, bitches," Adam said, bursting through the door triumphantly, waving a bag in his hand. "I not only found Moulin fucking Rouge, I found the entire Baz Lurhman collection, which means that we've got Romeo + Juliet. Tell me how fabulous I am."
Kris braced himself on his elbows and grinned. "I don't know. I think it would be more fabulous if you'd gotten Field of Dreams." Which he'd actually forced Adam to watch, though Adam hadn't really minded, since Kris had been learning how to give a blowjob at the same time. Honestly, Adam probably didn't even remember what sport it was about.
watchingrose:
Kris picked up a rose and headed toward Adam with it, and then Kris's eyes widened, like maybe he realized that they were in front of thousands of people, some of whom were filming, and he turned and offered it to Allison instead, making her smile grow even bigger.
StupidWithYou:
He kinda hates how fragile this thing of theirs feels at night. In day, when they're joking around and talking, he can see the rest of their lives laid out in front of them and he and Adam are never too far away from each other. But when Adam's undressed – exposed – even though he acts so in control, it's like every word that Kris says has so much more weight.
MirrorMirrorKradam:
“Where's your tattoo?” Adam asks, which is the weirdest thing he's said yet. Adam's fingers press down on Kris's skin, right over his left hipbone, so hard that it hurts. “Where the fuck is your tattoo?”
Adam's up and on his feet now, staring down at Kris with a completely horrified look on his face. Kris looks down and, yeah, he's still as tattoo-free as he's been every day of his life. Adam's eyes shift slightly from Kris's hip up to his left hand – to his wedding ring, which he hasn't stopped wearing yet, despite the shrinking likelihood that he and Katy will work things out.
And that's how Kris learns that alternate universes exist in the real world, not just science-fiction.
MeltSequel:
"Okay, don't panic," were Cale's first words and he sounded completely awake now. "Kris isn't in his room. That doesn't mean anything, because he could have just gone for a walk except- uh-"
"What?"
"His keycard is in his room," Cale said, slowly. "Along with his phone. He... well, they said that-"
Cale kept talking and Adam tried to listen, but he couldn't focus on Cale's voice. He took a breath, curling his fingers around the phone, and shivered as that chill of fear grew.
LiberationUsSequel:
"Yeah, have you told them yet?" Katy asked and her voice was sharp now, though still quiet, and he looked up to see her gesture sharply back toward the offices. "That you've cheated on your wife and that you plan to leave her, all before your first album drops? They will yank your creative control, Kris. They will take out all the songs that we both know are about Adam – and you are blind if you think that they don't see it, too. They will gut your record if you blindside them with this. At least put your fucking ring back on." And she was holding it out, her hand turned under so that Caroline – and the cameras – wouldn't be able to see what she was doing.
KradamSadTimes:
Kris rubbed his hand over his face and- he did look exhausted. Maybe he was just tired and taking it out on Adam. Of course, that didn't explain why he seemed fine with everyone else. “I'm not mad at you,” Kris said. “Just because I'm not hanging off your every word doesn't mean I'm mad at you. Don't take things so personally.”
“What?” And Adam couldn't figure out how that even made sense. “I never expected you to- to hang off my every word.”
KradamLGEiaDsequel:
There are rumors that Kris is cheating on him.
There are always rumors that Kris is cheating on him. Adam thinks that that might be the worst thing about the way that Kris came out – by making it so obvious and public that his feelings for Adam had started before his relationship with Katy had ended, Kris managed to acquire something of a reputation and a permanent place in the tabloids. If he has lunch with someone, it gets turned into a date. If he has dinner with someone, headlines scream that he took them home. Even a meet-up with session musicians or fellow songwriters gets turned into tawdry work-avoiding sex, in the eyes of the gossip columnists.
Kris laughs it all off, but Adam can see the shadows in his eyes and he remembers- he remembers the hurt way Kris looked when Katy had implied that he'd cheat on her if she didn't take extreme measures. Part of Adam is afraid that Kris still hates himself a little for doing it, for wanting Adam so much that he'd crossed the line again and again by himself after Katy had escorted him over it.
KradamInterview:
It was just that he hadn't kissed anyone since Katy. It made sense that his brain would want to compare the two, even if a kiss just between friends and a kiss between spouses were impossible to really compare. Of course, he would notice that Adam's mouth had been large, had been surprisingly soft and yielding. He would remember the feeling of Adam's cheek under his fingertips, with the prickly-roughness of Adam's stubble, so different from Katy's smoothness. And the way that Adam had just let Kris turn his head, like it was natural for Kris to touch him like that. It made sense that he'd noticed those things.
KradamHungerSequel:
The fact that the drug made Kris want someone that he wasn't attracted to... Adam knows that he'd have been sick to his stomach if the drug had made him fuck Allison, that he would have wanted to shy away from her afterwards, no matter how unfair that was. How could Kris even look at him right now?
So, he doesn't jerk off, but he has wet dreams, like he hasn't since he was just a kid, and he's messy and sticky in the mornings, with the thought of Kris's skin lingering in his head. It would be easier if they were nightmares because then he could feel like he still has some kind of moral code.
siblingrivalry:
“I've had to deal with this shit... all my life,” Adam said. “And you what... just decide to be gay one weekend. Like that's how it works.”
“Fuck. You,” Neil said. “So I didn't suffer and cry and write bad poetry about it. That doesn't make it less real.”
KatieKradam:
Sometimes, looking back, Kris suspected that his marriage might have been doomed from the second he hired Katie Morgan as his assistant.
Not that Katie wasn't a fantastic assistant; it's just that, after six months of having her work for him, he was actually spending far more hours per day with Katie than he did Katy. And it seemed that if Katie wasn't next to him, telling him where he needed to go next, then he was on the phone with her, asking her to go somewhere for him.
It was the phone conversations that were the problem.
Well, the phone conversations and the fact that the media was full of idiots.
Katy didn't ever really swear, but Katie had a mouth like a sailor and complained louder than anyone else he's met about the fact that Kris didn't attract the same kind of media attention as Adam. And when Kris rolled his eyes and said jokingly into his iPhone, “Seriously, Katie, if you're going be talking shit about Adam all the time, I'm going to throw you out on your ass,” and it got overheard by the media vultures-
They reprinted 'Katie' as 'Katy', of course, and ran stories about how he'd picked his friendship with Adam over his wife. He didn't find this out until Katy called him, laughing over the tabloids making things up. But when he blinked and remembered that conversation, for some reason it'd bothered her. Kris still couldn't figure out why.
DragonCompetitionSequel:
"You deserve better," Kris said, and when Adam opened his mouth to object, Kris stopped him with a kiss. Then Kris pressed steady fingers over Adam's mouth and he looked- he looked so tender, like Adam really was the most precious thing in the universe. "Katy has- everyone knows that I'm with her. With you and me... I can't say anything. I mean. I can tell everyone that you're my best friend and I love you, and they file it away under 'sweet, non-bigoted straight boy'." Kris paused, maybe thinking out more words. Maybe putting the way he felt into words for the first time. "I can't have kids, Adam. I don't- I don't want you to be 'Uncle Adam' in public. You aren't my brother and you aren't just my best friend." Kris's mouth twisted down. "If Katy wants kids so much, then maybe... maybe none of this is working out. Because I can't- I can't pick her over you, Adam. I could never do that."
Adam glanced over at the doorway, because if this were a movie, Katy would had come home just in time to hear that, but it was empty.
He didn't-
He wasn't sure what to do with the feeling in his chest – there was joy, full and bursting, but pain, too, because- because he loved Katy and if this was the tone of her arguments with Kris, she had to be hurting so much right now. Because this was everything that Adam had been trying to prevent. He'd never wanted to make Kris choose.
Not even if the choice was him.
seduction:
From the second they'd met – when Kris had given him an unconscious up-and-down that rivaled any Adam had ever gotten before – Adam had been itching to pull off Kris's clothes and press his mouth against every inch of that beautiful body. Then, about fifteen minutes later, Kris had said something about "my wife" and that had just struck Adam as every kind of wrong.
Now, Adam was not fundamentally against marriage as an institution, but it was pretty clear to him that Kris had gotten hitched before he'd explored his other options. So, while he wasn't planning on forcing the issue, he wanted Kris to know that other options did exist and might be very satisfying. And if enabling Kris's sexual freedom came with lots of orgasms for Adam... that would be just a really, really delightful bonus.
rockstarKris:
Kris Allen was his type of guy, though Adam was also aware that - even if Kris weren't straight - Adam wasn't attractive enough for that to go both ways.
Not that it mattered, since they weren't ever supposed to meet each other.
That's what he'd told himself, all through the painful first stages of crushing on the guy. It didn't matter that he'd bought two copies of Kris's first widely-released CD (one to play and the other to keep sealed up tight as an investment) and tracked down Kris's early self-produced Brand New Shoes on eBay. That he's probably the kind of fan that Kris would appreciate the least - a pudgy gay guy who jerked off listening to the pronoun-neutral love songs on Kris's albums.
lookingglassKradam:
Kris realized that he wasn't wearing his wedding ring at half past two on a chilly day in the middle of November. He'd forgotten to put it on again after his shower and it was probably still resting next to the sink. He rubbed at the place where it was supposed to be, where a paler line was maybe starting to show already, and thought about running home to get it, but then his cell rang and it wasn't long before the thought had slipped his mind.
When he was brushing his teeth that night he saw it, gleaming in the flickering bathroom lights, so he slipped it back on his finger, and went to sleep.
It hadn't been a big deal.
KradamFood:
“Nothing. Nothing. I just-” Adam shakes his head, does a sort of half-shrug. “I forget what a guy you are, sometimes.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Kris asks, and his ice cream has already started to melt, slumping in its bowl.
“Which – the guy-ness or the forgetting?” Adam asks, sharp as a whip-crack. Then he just... he sorta gets softer, in a way that Kris can't describe. It's not like a girl, because Adam's never like a girl, but it's... it's something. “But, either way, the answer is 'no'. There's nothing about you that's a bad thing. You're kinda perfect.” Adam's staring off at the wall now, his teeth lightly biting down on his lower lip, and the room feels way too quiet.
Kris doesn't really know if there's something that he's supposed to do at times like this. He took a general ed. psych class in college, but it did not qualify him to understand anything about people. Most of the time, it's real easy to get along with Adam, maybe easier than anyone else he's ever met. And then there are these moments, when Adam stops talking and Kris can practically hear him thinking but he's got no clue what it's about.
Star Trek
voyeurism:
“Checkmate,” Jim says, his eyes warm, with a light in them that Spock suspects humans would call 'twinkling'. He blinks and inspects the board and, indeed, his king is not only in danger, there is no move that Spock can make to eliminate the threats and win the game. “So, that would make... three for me and two for you.”
“That would appear to be true,” Spock says, his mind racing backward to determine where he had gone wrong. Four moves ago, Jim had placed his king in check and Spock had readily overcome the threat, but he can see now that it was merely a ruse. He'd behaved precisely as Jim would have wanted, forsaking his chances of winning. The man could be unsettlingly brilliant, determined, and unpredictable, the same qualities that had won the day for them three months ago, when they'd taken on the Nerada. The same qualities, Spock is forced to admit, that had led him to reprogramming the Kobayashi Maru test.
messybreakup:
“Perhaps the message was mistranslated,” Spock suggested. Kirk winced.
“I translated that message myself,” Uhura said, voice cold enough to flash-freeze a barbeque.
“Yes, Lieutenant, I am aware of that,” Spock said, his tone that special variety of calm that meant he was pissed as all hell.
“Uhura didn't screw up,” Kirk said. Both of them turned to glare at him, which was really unfair of Uhura, seeing as he was defending her. “The Tolodojans and the Kolodojans lied. It's as simple as that.”
“Nothing in their previous history suggests that such tactics are common among their people,” Spock said, snippily. Well, it was snippy for a Vulcan.
“Maybe someone didn't read the logs carefully enough,” Uhura said. Spock didn't mention that he'd been the one to check over the logs. He didn't need to – the unspoken words hovered over them regardless.
“Spock didn't screw up either,” Kirk said. This time, he was simply ignored.
chapeluhurafemslash:
The first time that Nyota sees Christine Chapel, the woman is hitting on her boyfriend like it's going out of style. Chapel, dressed in medical blue, is leaning against Spock's bed, twirling a strand of dirty blonde hair around her finger and giving Spock the smokiest bedroom eyes that Nyota has ever seen.
It's not the most endearing of first impressions.
Doctor Who
FiveConversations:
She'd dropped down a bit, was looking a touch melancholy, and Mark felt compelled to try to do something to make her look happier.
"What color were his eyes?" Mark asked, hoping returning the subject to the man's physical attributes would help.
"Blue," Rose said, decisively, then she blinked. "Brown. Sorry, definitely brown."
"Do you have any pictures of him?" Mark asked, softly. Four years was enough time to start forgetting the details, but it had to hurt, for her to have forgotten the color of his eyes.
She shook her head, looking so wistful.
"We were always moving," she said. "We never stopped. I miss the running."
"You can run here," he said.
"I try," she told him. "Every morning, I wake up and I look at the sun and it feels so wrong, to wake up without the hum of... to wake up alone. And I go out and I run... for an hour, sometimes two. I never even feel like I'm moving. I can feel the ghost of his hand holding mine and I feel so empty. Like everything that belongs inside me is with him. I keep hoping that it'll get better and it doesn't. Nothing else fills this... hole he's left inside me."
Amidst Ruins and Fallen Gods:
The TARDIS phone rang and he perked up, racing over to pick it up – double-checking that the display said it was coming from Rose's mobile.
"I'd love it if you’d head back now," he said. "I've just about got the graviton problem sorted and then everything should be ready for our latest trip. I'm thinking of showing you the twin sunsets of Quivear – it's magnificent. Here's a bit of an incentive: there won't be anyone around for two hundred years. We can make love on the grass and not worry about getting banished from the planet."
"Awww, I didn't know you still cared."
Time slowed to a crawl and it felt like the world was freezing around him, bitter and cold.
"You're dead," he said, numbly. "I held you in my arms and you died. You can't be alive – I would have known. I would have felt it."
"How wonderfully romantic. First you offer to make love to me on the plains of Quivear and now this," the Master said, his voice lingering over the words that were meant for Rose, making them sound dirty. "It's tempting, but we do both have wives, you know."
Listen:
"Are you saying that you aren't human?" Rose teased. "You look human enough to me."
"Oh, I've been known to fool people," he said. "The reason I'm asking is because you're giving off some interesting readings and this whole thing will be much easier if you believe in aliens."
"What sort of readings?" Rose asked. "And... not to be rude, but I've given you my name and you haven't given me yours."
"I'm the Doctor," he said.
"Is that supposed to sound impressive?" Rose asked and she blinked, because the man in front of her had green eyes but, for just a moment, she would have sworn that they were blue.
"It generally does the trick," he said. "If I could have your arm..."
"The whole thing?" she asked. "I do still need it later."
He smiled then, a much more real smile than he'd been wearing before. He had, Rose decided, a very nice smile. He pulled out some kind of tool and pressed a button – the tip glowed blue.
"Is that what takes your readings?" Rose asked. A human-looking alien who used advanced tech – it was like she'd always imagined meeting Spock from Star Trek would be like.
World Enough and Time:
“You said once, that you could be... human in some ways. But you haven't... we haven't...”
“Is this about sex?” the Doctor asked.
“Because if it's not something that you want, I'll understand,” Rose said. “If it weren't for all the kissing and such, I wouldn't even think about it. Probably.”
Oh, wait, I found more (older ones).
RENT
Linear Editing:
“I really think that he’s going to stay clean this time,” Mark said.
“You said that last time,” Maureen said, still not looking directly at him, her attention clearly elsewhere. Mark glanced over his shoulder, spotting a street musician on the corner, obviously the guy that Maureen was actually paying attention to. “And then, you ended up at my apartment when Roger came home with enough smack to last him for three days. You cried, Pookie. It was really unflattering. Your face got all red and splotchy.”
“I don’t remember that,” Mark lied. “I must have been drunk.”
“I just don’t want to see you cry again,” Maureen said, and she wasn’t looking over Mark’s shoulder anymore, but down at the table. “You might be a good friend for Roger, but he isn’t too good to you.”
Star Wars
JediCode:
“You said yourself that one right act cannot make up for a lifetime of wrong,” Anakin said. All at once, the intense wrongness of the setting struck him – though Obi-Wan and Anakin had visited deserts, they had never been here together. This was not a place for Obi-Wan, who had always belonged in the elegant, beautiful lights of upper Coruscant. “And everything that I did as Vader, I did as Anakin.”
“I know,” Obi-Wan said.
“I thought that death would be the end.”
“You only truly lose things when you fear their loss, Anakin.”
Dissonance:
Anakin Skywalker is the one great hope.
He is the Chosen One – this is a title never heard outside of the Order itself, but inside, it holds a terror and a hope unlike any other. It is said that the Chosen One will restore the balance to Force, that the Chosen One will destroy the Sith.
He is the Hero with No Fear – these are the words that blaze across the HoloNet before any mention of Anakin’s daring success. The words give comfort to younglings, but cause an uncertainty for certain adults, who believe that fear is not entirely useless, that to fear nothing at all is a foolish thing indeed.
He is currently lying unconscious on the cold floor of a prison cell.
House
AmberWilson:
"You've told me, more than once, that you don't believe there's anything after this life," James said, all the anger that he'd been afraid he'd feel missing. The only thing he felt was an odd, bone-deep weariness, like he could sleep for a hundred years. "It's funny, because I think that the only thing that's keeping me from... from hating you right now is the belief that I'll see her again. Someday."
"I probably should tell you that hating me is the truth. That the reason for your forgiveness is a lie," House said. He looked away, twisting his cane around and around in his hands. "I should tell you that you can't believe in a lie just because the truth hurts too much."
"Why aren't you?"
"Take a guess," House said.
Well, that was ridiculously long.
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
I'm also including a snippet with each file name.
The Problem With Heroes:
“Well, that’s such an extreme level of blind, naive optimism that I need blood to handle it properly,” Damon said. “Please tell me that there’s something left in the fridge.”
“Caroline restocked you guys last night,” Elena said. “I helped her put it away.”
“Why does that sound so wrong?” Damon asked.
AU SV 3some:
He was tied up but not dead - that was the first thing that Lois noticed when she slipped into the tower. Eyes closed, muscles twitching slightly against the green glow that filled the room. This was what kryptonite did to Clark Luthor - it humbled him, brought him down from that mountain of ego.
FairyTale:
“And you may call me Adam.” Belatedly, he realized that their hands were still clasped, but Adam found that he was not yet ready to let go. “Do you not attend your queen’s court, Kris?” For Kris was old enough that he must have already gone through his own Ordeal.
“I do not have the queen’s favor,” Kris said. He spoke with no sign of bitterness. “I reside at my country house with my family.”
Adam looked over Kris carefully and could find no reason clear to his eyes why anyone would ever find Kris dissatisfying.
That Darn Cat:
Going over to Kris’s place was impossible. Mitzi shed like the little striped demon that she was, and Kris fussed over her like she was a baby. Adam felt like a diva when he insisted that Kris come over to his place whenever they wanted to hang out, but he couldn’t help it. The last time he’d been over at Kris’s, he would swear that the beast had given him this triumphant look.
It wasn’t that he was heartless. The cat had needed a home and he didn’t want anything to starve to death, but why Kris?
Dollhouse Fusion:
Kris sighed, leaned into Adam's touch. He didn't want to talk, didn't want to do anything that required thinking. That wasn't really fair to Adam, though, who liked talking through shit. If he weren't on his way to being a superstar, Adam could be a therapist, maybe. He'd always gotten Kris to talk about more stuff than anyone else-
Was that true or was it just what Kris remembered?
That's what Adam didn't understand. What he needed to make Adam understand. "They have to be lying," Kris said. He shifted to face Adam, pressed a kiss just below Adam's ear. His voice was low and careful as he tried to untangle his thoughts for Adam. "Because... because if they aren't, I can't- I can't trust my memory. What can I- how can I trust anything?"
TiMER:
“So, what, you decided to say goodbye with your mouth?”
“Everyone says goodbye with their mouths,” Kris said in a mumble. “It wasn’t... I just needed. I needed to- Adam...”
And Kris looked up at him and... shit, those big brown eyes and those full lips and... and the door was locked. Adam licked his mouth quickly and tried to remind himself of all the reasons that he wasn’t going to show Kris what a real kiss was like.
TheBoyInTheMirror:
By that time, Adam had grown used to having a boy in his mirror that no one else knew about. He knew that he was too old for imaginary friends, but he wasn’t ready to let Kris go. He wasn’t sure if there was ever going to be anyone else who would look at him - chubby and freckled and a boy - and call him pretty.
Flavor of the Month:
"But I don't want any other guy but you," Kris said. "I'm gay for you."
Adam folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. Kris bit down on his lip. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch.
"I don't look at other guys much," Kris corrected. Adam kept staring, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. Kris coughed a little. "Um. You know. Katy was happy we were both virgins when we got married."
"And then you divorced her because you wanted dick," Adam said, tartly. "So, you know, I'm not sure that worked out too well for her."
withAlli:
"Guess what, bitches," Adam said, bursting through the door triumphantly, waving a bag in his hand. "I not only found Moulin fucking Rouge, I found the entire Baz Lurhman collection, which means that we've got Romeo + Juliet. Tell me how fabulous I am."
Kris braced himself on his elbows and grinned. "I don't know. I think it would be more fabulous if you'd gotten Field of Dreams." Which he'd actually forced Adam to watch, though Adam hadn't really minded, since Kris had been learning how to give a blowjob at the same time. Honestly, Adam probably didn't even remember what sport it was about.
watchingrose:
Kris picked up a rose and headed toward Adam with it, and then Kris's eyes widened, like maybe he realized that they were in front of thousands of people, some of whom were filming, and he turned and offered it to Allison instead, making her smile grow even bigger.
StupidWithYou:
He kinda hates how fragile this thing of theirs feels at night. In day, when they're joking around and talking, he can see the rest of their lives laid out in front of them and he and Adam are never too far away from each other. But when Adam's undressed – exposed – even though he acts so in control, it's like every word that Kris says has so much more weight.
MirrorMirrorKradam:
“Where's your tattoo?” Adam asks, which is the weirdest thing he's said yet. Adam's fingers press down on Kris's skin, right over his left hipbone, so hard that it hurts. “Where the fuck is your tattoo?”
Adam's up and on his feet now, staring down at Kris with a completely horrified look on his face. Kris looks down and, yeah, he's still as tattoo-free as he's been every day of his life. Adam's eyes shift slightly from Kris's hip up to his left hand – to his wedding ring, which he hasn't stopped wearing yet, despite the shrinking likelihood that he and Katy will work things out.
And that's how Kris learns that alternate universes exist in the real world, not just science-fiction.
MeltSequel:
"Okay, don't panic," were Cale's first words and he sounded completely awake now. "Kris isn't in his room. That doesn't mean anything, because he could have just gone for a walk except- uh-"
"What?"
"His keycard is in his room," Cale said, slowly. "Along with his phone. He... well, they said that-"
Cale kept talking and Adam tried to listen, but he couldn't focus on Cale's voice. He took a breath, curling his fingers around the phone, and shivered as that chill of fear grew.
LiberationUsSequel:
"Yeah, have you told them yet?" Katy asked and her voice was sharp now, though still quiet, and he looked up to see her gesture sharply back toward the offices. "That you've cheated on your wife and that you plan to leave her, all before your first album drops? They will yank your creative control, Kris. They will take out all the songs that we both know are about Adam – and you are blind if you think that they don't see it, too. They will gut your record if you blindside them with this. At least put your fucking ring back on." And she was holding it out, her hand turned under so that Caroline – and the cameras – wouldn't be able to see what she was doing.
KradamSadTimes:
Kris rubbed his hand over his face and- he did look exhausted. Maybe he was just tired and taking it out on Adam. Of course, that didn't explain why he seemed fine with everyone else. “I'm not mad at you,” Kris said. “Just because I'm not hanging off your every word doesn't mean I'm mad at you. Don't take things so personally.”
“What?” And Adam couldn't figure out how that even made sense. “I never expected you to- to hang off my every word.”
KradamLGEiaDsequel:
There are rumors that Kris is cheating on him.
There are always rumors that Kris is cheating on him. Adam thinks that that might be the worst thing about the way that Kris came out – by making it so obvious and public that his feelings for Adam had started before his relationship with Katy had ended, Kris managed to acquire something of a reputation and a permanent place in the tabloids. If he has lunch with someone, it gets turned into a date. If he has dinner with someone, headlines scream that he took them home. Even a meet-up with session musicians or fellow songwriters gets turned into tawdry work-avoiding sex, in the eyes of the gossip columnists.
Kris laughs it all off, but Adam can see the shadows in his eyes and he remembers- he remembers the hurt way Kris looked when Katy had implied that he'd cheat on her if she didn't take extreme measures. Part of Adam is afraid that Kris still hates himself a little for doing it, for wanting Adam so much that he'd crossed the line again and again by himself after Katy had escorted him over it.
KradamInterview:
It was just that he hadn't kissed anyone since Katy. It made sense that his brain would want to compare the two, even if a kiss just between friends and a kiss between spouses were impossible to really compare. Of course, he would notice that Adam's mouth had been large, had been surprisingly soft and yielding. He would remember the feeling of Adam's cheek under his fingertips, with the prickly-roughness of Adam's stubble, so different from Katy's smoothness. And the way that Adam had just let Kris turn his head, like it was natural for Kris to touch him like that. It made sense that he'd noticed those things.
KradamHungerSequel:
The fact that the drug made Kris want someone that he wasn't attracted to... Adam knows that he'd have been sick to his stomach if the drug had made him fuck Allison, that he would have wanted to shy away from her afterwards, no matter how unfair that was. How could Kris even look at him right now?
So, he doesn't jerk off, but he has wet dreams, like he hasn't since he was just a kid, and he's messy and sticky in the mornings, with the thought of Kris's skin lingering in his head. It would be easier if they were nightmares because then he could feel like he still has some kind of moral code.
siblingrivalry:
“I've had to deal with this shit... all my life,” Adam said. “And you what... just decide to be gay one weekend. Like that's how it works.”
“Fuck. You,” Neil said. “So I didn't suffer and cry and write bad poetry about it. That doesn't make it less real.”
KatieKradam:
Sometimes, looking back, Kris suspected that his marriage might have been doomed from the second he hired Katie Morgan as his assistant.
Not that Katie wasn't a fantastic assistant; it's just that, after six months of having her work for him, he was actually spending far more hours per day with Katie than he did Katy. And it seemed that if Katie wasn't next to him, telling him where he needed to go next, then he was on the phone with her, asking her to go somewhere for him.
It was the phone conversations that were the problem.
Well, the phone conversations and the fact that the media was full of idiots.
Katy didn't ever really swear, but Katie had a mouth like a sailor and complained louder than anyone else he's met about the fact that Kris didn't attract the same kind of media attention as Adam. And when Kris rolled his eyes and said jokingly into his iPhone, “Seriously, Katie, if you're going be talking shit about Adam all the time, I'm going to throw you out on your ass,” and it got overheard by the media vultures-
They reprinted 'Katie' as 'Katy', of course, and ran stories about how he'd picked his friendship with Adam over his wife. He didn't find this out until Katy called him, laughing over the tabloids making things up. But when he blinked and remembered that conversation, for some reason it'd bothered her. Kris still couldn't figure out why.
DragonCompetitionSequel:
"You deserve better," Kris said, and when Adam opened his mouth to object, Kris stopped him with a kiss. Then Kris pressed steady fingers over Adam's mouth and he looked- he looked so tender, like Adam really was the most precious thing in the universe. "Katy has- everyone knows that I'm with her. With you and me... I can't say anything. I mean. I can tell everyone that you're my best friend and I love you, and they file it away under 'sweet, non-bigoted straight boy'." Kris paused, maybe thinking out more words. Maybe putting the way he felt into words for the first time. "I can't have kids, Adam. I don't- I don't want you to be 'Uncle Adam' in public. You aren't my brother and you aren't just my best friend." Kris's mouth twisted down. "If Katy wants kids so much, then maybe... maybe none of this is working out. Because I can't- I can't pick her over you, Adam. I could never do that."
Adam glanced over at the doorway, because if this were a movie, Katy would had come home just in time to hear that, but it was empty.
He didn't-
He wasn't sure what to do with the feeling in his chest – there was joy, full and bursting, but pain, too, because- because he loved Katy and if this was the tone of her arguments with Kris, she had to be hurting so much right now. Because this was everything that Adam had been trying to prevent. He'd never wanted to make Kris choose.
Not even if the choice was him.
seduction:
From the second they'd met – when Kris had given him an unconscious up-and-down that rivaled any Adam had ever gotten before – Adam had been itching to pull off Kris's clothes and press his mouth against every inch of that beautiful body. Then, about fifteen minutes later, Kris had said something about "my wife" and that had just struck Adam as every kind of wrong.
Now, Adam was not fundamentally against marriage as an institution, but it was pretty clear to him that Kris had gotten hitched before he'd explored his other options. So, while he wasn't planning on forcing the issue, he wanted Kris to know that other options did exist and might be very satisfying. And if enabling Kris's sexual freedom came with lots of orgasms for Adam... that would be just a really, really delightful bonus.
rockstarKris:
Kris Allen was his type of guy, though Adam was also aware that - even if Kris weren't straight - Adam wasn't attractive enough for that to go both ways.
Not that it mattered, since they weren't ever supposed to meet each other.
That's what he'd told himself, all through the painful first stages of crushing on the guy. It didn't matter that he'd bought two copies of Kris's first widely-released CD (one to play and the other to keep sealed up tight as an investment) and tracked down Kris's early self-produced Brand New Shoes on eBay. That he's probably the kind of fan that Kris would appreciate the least - a pudgy gay guy who jerked off listening to the pronoun-neutral love songs on Kris's albums.
lookingglassKradam:
Kris realized that he wasn't wearing his wedding ring at half past two on a chilly day in the middle of November. He'd forgotten to put it on again after his shower and it was probably still resting next to the sink. He rubbed at the place where it was supposed to be, where a paler line was maybe starting to show already, and thought about running home to get it, but then his cell rang and it wasn't long before the thought had slipped his mind.
When he was brushing his teeth that night he saw it, gleaming in the flickering bathroom lights, so he slipped it back on his finger, and went to sleep.
It hadn't been a big deal.
KradamFood:
“Nothing. Nothing. I just-” Adam shakes his head, does a sort of half-shrug. “I forget what a guy you are, sometimes.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Kris asks, and his ice cream has already started to melt, slumping in its bowl.
“Which – the guy-ness or the forgetting?” Adam asks, sharp as a whip-crack. Then he just... he sorta gets softer, in a way that Kris can't describe. It's not like a girl, because Adam's never like a girl, but it's... it's something. “But, either way, the answer is 'no'. There's nothing about you that's a bad thing. You're kinda perfect.” Adam's staring off at the wall now, his teeth lightly biting down on his lower lip, and the room feels way too quiet.
Kris doesn't really know if there's something that he's supposed to do at times like this. He took a general ed. psych class in college, but it did not qualify him to understand anything about people. Most of the time, it's real easy to get along with Adam, maybe easier than anyone else he's ever met. And then there are these moments, when Adam stops talking and Kris can practically hear him thinking but he's got no clue what it's about.
voyeurism:
“Checkmate,” Jim says, his eyes warm, with a light in them that Spock suspects humans would call 'twinkling'. He blinks and inspects the board and, indeed, his king is not only in danger, there is no move that Spock can make to eliminate the threats and win the game. “So, that would make... three for me and two for you.”
“That would appear to be true,” Spock says, his mind racing backward to determine where he had gone wrong. Four moves ago, Jim had placed his king in check and Spock had readily overcome the threat, but he can see now that it was merely a ruse. He'd behaved precisely as Jim would have wanted, forsaking his chances of winning. The man could be unsettlingly brilliant, determined, and unpredictable, the same qualities that had won the day for them three months ago, when they'd taken on the Nerada. The same qualities, Spock is forced to admit, that had led him to reprogramming the Kobayashi Maru test.
messybreakup:
“Perhaps the message was mistranslated,” Spock suggested. Kirk winced.
“I translated that message myself,” Uhura said, voice cold enough to flash-freeze a barbeque.
“Yes, Lieutenant, I am aware of that,” Spock said, his tone that special variety of calm that meant he was pissed as all hell.
“Uhura didn't screw up,” Kirk said. Both of them turned to glare at him, which was really unfair of Uhura, seeing as he was defending her. “The Tolodojans and the Kolodojans lied. It's as simple as that.”
“Nothing in their previous history suggests that such tactics are common among their people,” Spock said, snippily. Well, it was snippy for a Vulcan.
“Maybe someone didn't read the logs carefully enough,” Uhura said. Spock didn't mention that he'd been the one to check over the logs. He didn't need to – the unspoken words hovered over them regardless.
“Spock didn't screw up either,” Kirk said. This time, he was simply ignored.
chapeluhurafemslash:
The first time that Nyota sees Christine Chapel, the woman is hitting on her boyfriend like it's going out of style. Chapel, dressed in medical blue, is leaning against Spock's bed, twirling a strand of dirty blonde hair around her finger and giving Spock the smokiest bedroom eyes that Nyota has ever seen.
It's not the most endearing of first impressions.
FiveConversations:
She'd dropped down a bit, was looking a touch melancholy, and Mark felt compelled to try to do something to make her look happier.
"What color were his eyes?" Mark asked, hoping returning the subject to the man's physical attributes would help.
"Blue," Rose said, decisively, then she blinked. "Brown. Sorry, definitely brown."
"Do you have any pictures of him?" Mark asked, softly. Four years was enough time to start forgetting the details, but it had to hurt, for her to have forgotten the color of his eyes.
She shook her head, looking so wistful.
"We were always moving," she said. "We never stopped. I miss the running."
"You can run here," he said.
"I try," she told him. "Every morning, I wake up and I look at the sun and it feels so wrong, to wake up without the hum of... to wake up alone. And I go out and I run... for an hour, sometimes two. I never even feel like I'm moving. I can feel the ghost of his hand holding mine and I feel so empty. Like everything that belongs inside me is with him. I keep hoping that it'll get better and it doesn't. Nothing else fills this... hole he's left inside me."
Amidst Ruins and Fallen Gods:
The TARDIS phone rang and he perked up, racing over to pick it up – double-checking that the display said it was coming from Rose's mobile.
"I'd love it if you’d head back now," he said. "I've just about got the graviton problem sorted and then everything should be ready for our latest trip. I'm thinking of showing you the twin sunsets of Quivear – it's magnificent. Here's a bit of an incentive: there won't be anyone around for two hundred years. We can make love on the grass and not worry about getting banished from the planet."
"Awww, I didn't know you still cared."
Time slowed to a crawl and it felt like the world was freezing around him, bitter and cold.
"You're dead," he said, numbly. "I held you in my arms and you died. You can't be alive – I would have known. I would have felt it."
"How wonderfully romantic. First you offer to make love to me on the plains of Quivear and now this," the Master said, his voice lingering over the words that were meant for Rose, making them sound dirty. "It's tempting, but we do both have wives, you know."
Listen:
"Are you saying that you aren't human?" Rose teased. "You look human enough to me."
"Oh, I've been known to fool people," he said. "The reason I'm asking is because you're giving off some interesting readings and this whole thing will be much easier if you believe in aliens."
"What sort of readings?" Rose asked. "And... not to be rude, but I've given you my name and you haven't given me yours."
"I'm the Doctor," he said.
"Is that supposed to sound impressive?" Rose asked and she blinked, because the man in front of her had green eyes but, for just a moment, she would have sworn that they were blue.
"It generally does the trick," he said. "If I could have your arm..."
"The whole thing?" she asked. "I do still need it later."
He smiled then, a much more real smile than he'd been wearing before. He had, Rose decided, a very nice smile. He pulled out some kind of tool and pressed a button – the tip glowed blue.
"Is that what takes your readings?" Rose asked. A human-looking alien who used advanced tech – it was like she'd always imagined meeting Spock from Star Trek would be like.
World Enough and Time:
“You said once, that you could be... human in some ways. But you haven't... we haven't...”
“Is this about sex?” the Doctor asked.
“Because if it's not something that you want, I'll understand,” Rose said. “If it weren't for all the kissing and such, I wouldn't even think about it. Probably.”
Oh, wait, I found more (older ones).
Linear Editing:
“I really think that he’s going to stay clean this time,” Mark said.
“You said that last time,” Maureen said, still not looking directly at him, her attention clearly elsewhere. Mark glanced over his shoulder, spotting a street musician on the corner, obviously the guy that Maureen was actually paying attention to. “And then, you ended up at my apartment when Roger came home with enough smack to last him for three days. You cried, Pookie. It was really unflattering. Your face got all red and splotchy.”
“I don’t remember that,” Mark lied. “I must have been drunk.”
“I just don’t want to see you cry again,” Maureen said, and she wasn’t looking over Mark’s shoulder anymore, but down at the table. “You might be a good friend for Roger, but he isn’t too good to you.”
JediCode:
“You said yourself that one right act cannot make up for a lifetime of wrong,” Anakin said. All at once, the intense wrongness of the setting struck him – though Obi-Wan and Anakin had visited deserts, they had never been here together. This was not a place for Obi-Wan, who had always belonged in the elegant, beautiful lights of upper Coruscant. “And everything that I did as Vader, I did as Anakin.”
“I know,” Obi-Wan said.
“I thought that death would be the end.”
“You only truly lose things when you fear their loss, Anakin.”
Dissonance:
Anakin Skywalker is the one great hope.
He is the Chosen One – this is a title never heard outside of the Order itself, but inside, it holds a terror and a hope unlike any other. It is said that the Chosen One will restore the balance to Force, that the Chosen One will destroy the Sith.
He is the Hero with No Fear – these are the words that blaze across the HoloNet before any mention of Anakin’s daring success. The words give comfort to younglings, but cause an uncertainty for certain adults, who believe that fear is not entirely useless, that to fear nothing at all is a foolish thing indeed.
He is currently lying unconscious on the cold floor of a prison cell.
AmberWilson:
"You've told me, more than once, that you don't believe there's anything after this life," James said, all the anger that he'd been afraid he'd feel missing. The only thing he felt was an odd, bone-deep weariness, like he could sleep for a hundred years. "It's funny, because I think that the only thing that's keeping me from... from hating you right now is the belief that I'll see her again. Someday."
"I probably should tell you that hating me is the truth. That the reason for your forgiveness is a lie," House said. He looked away, twisting his cane around and around in his hands. "I should tell you that you can't believe in a lie just because the truth hurts too much."
"Why aren't you?"
"Take a guess," House said.
Well, that was ridiculously long.