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Miss Muffinz
20 February 2011 @ 11:49 am
Notes: Well, here it is! lolll I hate it.

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He stayed at the pipe room for several hours. An hour before he left, he decided to go find Adam and strike up a conversation. It went well, and they decided to keep in contact, exchanging information. Kris had felt...well, happy.

He hadn't felt that way for two years. Not since that awful dream, since the shadow started following him.

Kris didn't think he'd be seeing the shadow again.

And, hell, he deserved some happiness.
 
 
What I'm feeling: amusedamused
#nowplaying: French lessons
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
15 February 2011 @ 08:15 pm
As you might've noticed, I deleted a lot of older journal entries, such as fic.

Why, you may ask?

The entries that weren't fic were absolutely stupid and the fic was...um, bad. Really, horrifyingly bad. I absolutely hated that that shit was online and if I read it over, I was just clutching my hair in agony.

I don't have all of it saved (the stuff from my LJ wasn't on my computer) but I did, for some insane reason, make a sort of master post of I Never Told You. It is not on the internet, but I might put it up in later months. Or, if somebody wants to read it now, I can PM it to them. I do still, of course, have newer fic up because I like actually like most of it.

So yeah, expect some new stuff soon, hopefully. :D
 
 
What I'm feeling: calmcalm
#nowplaying: The TV.
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
14 February 2011 @ 02:39 pm
Title: The Dreams in Which I'm Dyin'...
Rating: Meh. PG-13?
Word Count: 1008 (I'm so proud of myself.)
Summary: Where was he?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. Title is from Mad World, cover by Adam Lambert.
Beta: None.
Notes: I um...dreamed this. I don't even know. It kept bugging me so I had to write it down. :D I feel much better now. And er, I'm sorry about the ending? D: I tried two different endings and neither worked, so this is what I give you. HOWEVER, I will post the ending I was going to go with. There you can read it. I warn you, though, it's kinda crap.

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15th of May, 2020

Where was he?

Wait...he recognized this place. This was...this was his room. The bed, the wardrobe, everything was the way it should be. The only unusual thing was that the room was bathed in a dim blue light, with no apparent source. The window was-- The window wasn't even there. He looked up and, sure enough, neither was the light. No window, no light, no lamp. Nothing. Just the blue, coming from nowhere and everywhere.

But why was he here? He had been at the butcher shop just moments ago, talking cheerily with Daniel, his brother and the owner of the shop.

Something darted across the room. A shadow. It was....tall. He didn't know how else to describe it. It was just tall.

He looked around the room. There was nobody here, and he certainly did not cast that shadow. What was happening?

The room got shaky for a second, the blue light growing brighter until it was almost blinding. Kris closed his eyes, also covering them with his hands.

He took his hands away several minutes later, seeing the light fading behind his eyelids. He reopened them, looking around once more. The shadow was in the corner, unmoving. Just standing there.

Although it didn't have a face, Kris felt like he was being stared at, his every move watched.

Kris! Come on, buddy, say something!

Someone said his name. It sounded like Daniel. He looked around, searching for him, but saw nobody except the shadow. He walked over to the closet, opening it, seeing if--

"Kris! Oh, thank god."

What the...He was outside the butcher shop, on the hard concrete ground, head turned so he was staring at the space between the shop walls and the walls of the small building it was in. "What just happened?"

Dan sighed. "You fainted, buddy. You've been out for twenty or thirty minutes. Scared me so bad, man. One minute you were fine and the next you were on the concrete. Your head okay? You hit the ground pretty hard."

Oh god. There it was again. The shadow. It was following him. How did it get here?

"Now that you mention it, it hurts a lot, but otherwise I think it's fine. I think I'm going to leave now."

He got up and quickly left the building, going in the direction of his house. He needed some sleep.

It's not a big deal. You fainted and had some sort of weird dream. The second shadow was just your imagination. It is not a big deal. Get a hold of yourself, Allen. he thought to himself as he walked, practically jogging now.

He didn't really believe himself, though.

He also hoped that fucking shadow didn't follow him some more.

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20th of June, 2022

Kris woke up early for once, having usually woken up at at least noon. He decided to go to the pipe room, thinking he just needed a day off from reality. The structure had no purpose (just a lot of pipes. Literally, it was full of large pipes), but it was nice. It was peaceful and quiet there. He always went to the pipe room when he needed some time to think, or when he wanted to hide from the world.

When he got to the pipe room, he was surprised to find the door was unlocked. It was always locked and he was sure he was the only one with a key.

He slowly opened the door and peeked in. There was a man there. A tall man, with black hair that fell over his eyes. Kris couldn't tell the colour from here, but he thought they were blue.

Kris walked into the room, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to draw attention to himself. He stared at the man, taking in his appearance. The man was wearing nothing super amazing (grey t-shirt, black leather jacket, tight black jeans, snakeskin boots), but Kris didn't think he'd seen anybody wear glitter outside of clubs.

Clang!


He'd bumped a pipe. "Shit!"

"Who's there?"

The man had heard him. Could probably see him.

"Who are you?"

Kris looked up. The man was only a couple feet away, staring at him.

"Kris Allen. Apologies for startling you."

He watched as the man leaned against one of the pipes. "It's fine. How long were you there?"

"Few minutes."

"Hmm. I'm Adam. Never seen you before."

"You wouldn't have. I don't go out a lot." It was true. The only places he ever went were the butcher shop and the pipe room. His mama told him he would never meet his life mate that way, but he doubted he would find them even if he traveled the world. It was incredibly rare to find your life mate, the person who shared life cells with you. Katy always told him that wasn't very optimistic, but...who cares?

"Aw, that's too bad. Why not? You don't even go out to find that special lady?" Adam was smirking. He was just teasing.

Kris looked at him, unblinking. "No."

The taller man raised an eyebrow. "Not a very conversational bugger, are you?"

"Was never one to talk much," he mumbled.

"I can see that. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"Twenty-five years old, musician."

"Musician?"

"Yes. How did you get a key to the pipe room?"

"Brother had one, gave me his. He never came here and thought I'd like it, so."

"Hmm."

"You're cute. So, you don't go out much?"

"No," he said in a way that sounded more like "leave me the fuck alone."

"Hmm. If you want me to leave, I can," Adam said, walking across the room and disappearing behind the pipes as he did.

Kris knew he could probably easily find the other man and the building was small so he wasn't far away, but he felt a strange sense of emptiness. Now that Kris thought about it, speaking to Adam felt strangely...right.

He was sure it was nothing.
 
 
Where I'm at: The pipe room.
What I'm feeling: accomplishedaccomplished
#nowplaying: U + Ur Hand - P!nk
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
02 January 2011 @ 10:19 pm
Title: Untitled (~sequel~)
Rating: PG-13 for ~naughty thoughts.
Summary: Tight. Leather. Pants. (Or: He thinks he sees lip gloss.)
Word Count: 125
Disclaimer: This isn't real. At all. Also, if you are Adam or Kris, please forgive me.
Notes: Please don't tell me this is going to turn into a verse. Also this went through some extreme editing after I wrote the original fic. I like this version a loooot better. \o/

Read the first fic here.

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Tight pants.

Tight. Leather. Pants.

Fuck, the world really did hate him.

Seriously, what the fuck, universe? This is not helping him get over his crush on the hoooooly shit is that eyeliner?

...Anyways. As he was saying, this is not helping him get over his crush on the hot-but-straight Kris Allen.

He thinks he sees lip gloss. Having fantasies in school about Kris Allen on his knees in front of Adam with those lips stretched around his cock isn't good at all. Think about other things! Think about nuns! Think about cooking, if it helps! ...Actually, that just leads to thinking about Kris in nothing but an apron.

He's got two classes with Kris, and he sits beside him in both.

He's. So. Fucked.
 
 
What I'm feeling: bouncybouncy
#nowplaying: AAAAYYYYOOOO I NEED TO WRIIIITE MOOOORE.
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
03 November 2010 @ 08:13 pm
Title: Untitled
Rating: G?
Summary: Kris hates his friends.
Word Count: 130
Disclaimer: NONE OF THIS IS REAL DAMMIT.
Notes: I don't even know. glambertobsess  actually read it before it was even posted :D I also love writing highschool!AU. My favorite type of AU, beside magical!AU. :3

I also don't know why my muse isn't giving me things with a plot. D:

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Kris hates his friends.

No, really, he hates them.

First it was Allison, telling him he needs to wear leather. Then it was Tommy, telling him he needs to wear eyeliner. Then it was Brad, telling him he needs glitter.

And that is how he ended up going to school in leather pants, black eyeliner, a Lady Gaga T-shirt and with glitter in his hair. (His hair of all places. Couldn't it have at least gone somewhere people couldn't see it? No, of course not, because it's Brad.)

But what the hey, at least a couple cute guys are looking at him. One of them may or may not be Adam Lambert, the guy he's had a crush on since seventh grade.

Kris takes it back.

He loves his friends.
 
 
What I'm feeling: gigglygiggly
#nowplaying: We R Who We R - Ke$ha
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
30 October 2010 @ 06:43 pm
I'm sitting here, at my computer, in my bedroom, just waiting for It to figure out how to open the door. What is It, you ask? I don't know what It is, exactly. I've seen It, though. So many times I've got used to It.

My dad has a gun, but it's in my parent's room and It is right outside my door, scrabbling at it. I don't imagine It can be killed with a gun anyways.

If you're wondering how it all started, it started when I was first born. It was there at the birth. It has been there every day for the past fifteen years of my life, following me everywhere, and staring with it's big, cold eyes.

I'm not going to tell you what It looks like. Definitely not. If I did, It would know. It would come for you, next. I don't want anyone else to go through what I've been through.

I never had a normal childhood, due to It. Sure, I had friends, but nobody else saw It but me. Just me. I was It's target. It wanted me, and then It would be happy.

It has been relatively harmless until today. Today I saw a significant difference in It's behavior. It was staring at me all day, as usual, It was following me, as usual. But It was violent. I woke up with small cuts and bruises and scratches, and It tried to strangle me today. That's when I hid in my room, trying to put off the inevitable for as long as I possibly could.

It won't be much longer. It has unlocked the door, the knob is turning.

Farewell, my friends.

It's been nice knowing you.
 
 
Where I'm at: CREEPYLAND
What I'm feeling: creeped out
#nowplaying: Firework - Katy Perry
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
Title: See subject.
Summary: AU in which Adam is adopted (LITERALLY) by Kris' mom and they grew up together.
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Unbeta'd, please excuse errors.
Word Count: 404, page not found.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but whatever the plot is. And I also own the title for once. :3
Notes: IT'S A RECORD. OH MY GOD. I LOVE MY MUSE. :D

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When we were younger, we fought a lot.

And when I say fought, I mean we wrestled around and pretended to hate each other for the rest of the day but were really going up to our room and giggling over various things that happened that day.

When we fought for real, Kim often pushed us together and helped us make up. Quite honestly, if it wasn't for Kim, we'd probably never have spoken to each other again. We got into some pretty bad arguments, the few times we did argue.

We were brothers in every way, save for being blood related. Until we got older. Then we developed feelings for each other. Thankfully there was none of that "Oh fuck, I'm in love with my brother!" drama. I knew I was adopted, Kris knew, so it really didn't matter if we wanted to screw each other's brains out or not.

The feelings thing kind of lead to Kim catching us making out. Fortunately, we were fully clothed except for our shirts which were on the floor next to the bed. She was really awesome about it, just shaking her head and saying "I should've known. Use protection, boys", which left both of us blushing like virgin brides on their wedding nights.

So we come to her very nearly catching us having sex. In our defense, we didn't think she and Neil would be home until at least four o'clock and they didn't bother to call and tell us they would be two hours early. Then again, we didn't lock the bedroom door, so.

Anyways, what happened was they came home, noticed we weren't anywhere in the house, so Kim came up to our room and knocked on the door, going "Boys? Are you in there?" which was honestly quite funny due to the fact Kris was definitely in, but that's another story. The knob started turning before I answered "Yeah, Kim, everything's fine!" and she went back downstairs.

Now that I look back on it, she definitely knew what was going on. Especially considering she did catch us more times than I can count, but that was our own fault.

I do miss her, but we fly out to Arkansas at least twice every month (if our schedules let us) and talk to her on the phone a lot. I'm just thankful for not having to worry about anyone walking in on us.
 
 
Where I'm at: Under your bed. :3
What I'm feeling: cheerfulcheerful
#nowplaying: Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
25 October 2010 @ 11:52 pm
Title: I Can Try and Suck It Up
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 478. I TOLD MYSELF 1000 WORDS BUT IT WOULDN'T WRITE ANY MORE.
Pairing: One sided Adam/Tommy, Kris/Adam
Warnings: lolidk. Swearing/cussing/cursing/bad language/whatever?
Summary: "And hey, despite my earlier statements, I kinda like Kris."
Beta: Unbeta'd. <.<
Disclaimer: I do not own Tommy or Adam, yada yada. Title is from All To Myself by Marianas Trench. The title got changed many, many times. I love them ~lyric titles~, tho. :3
Notes: I doooo nooooot like this one that much but I'll deal cause it's my first post since like, August September. o__O

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It's just hard. Watching him with Kris, knowing he's so happy, knowing it isn't me making him happy. I'm good at pretending everything is okay, though. Good at pretending I don't jerk off thinking about our kisses during Fever, wondering what Adam's mouth would feel like on my cock. Good at pretending it doesn't hurt. I would never, ever do anything to break them up, though. No way in hell. I wouldn't be able to handle it knowing I caused Adam so much pain. I just...I just wish.

Sometimes I wish Adam had never met Kris. Maybe he would've fallen for me instead.
Or maybe I wish they hadn't fallen for each other. That Kris had stayed with his pretty, blond, Barbie doll wife. That him and Adam had just stayed friends. Then again, even as friends they would always have this thing, this weird connection, this understanding of each other that could never ever be duplicated, even with someone Adam loved romantically.

If you're wondering, I started falling hard and fast after the AMAs. Yeah, after The Kiss. It caused feelings and desires I hadn't known were there. Sure, I thought he was hot, but everyone thinks Adam Lambert is hot. I mean, come on. Glittery Alien from Planet Fierce, sex on legs, "bb". Jesus Christ, straight guys question their sexuality and so do lesbians. His hair, his eyes, his mouth, his nose, his body, his freckles, his fucking glitter. He could wear a burlap sack and still be hot. Need I say more?

And hey, despite my earlier statements, I kinda like Kris. He's small, smaller than me. He's got brown hair and brown eyes, has an ass, is younger than Adam. Exactly Adam's type. I remember one of the things he first said to me was "Kris would love you!" and at the time I was just like "...Okay, thanks". Kris is a sweetheart and it's obvious he really, really loves Adam. Like, not even love. More than that. The only word to describe the two of them would be soulmates. Or maybe more than that. They know everything about each other, every detail, every flaw, every endearing trait. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Kris could identify Adam based off how he breathes. I would be lying if I said I'm not jealous.

I could never love Adam as much as Kris does. It goes without saying that it's simply impossible, and if you say otherwise you are either mentally challenged, blind, or both.

I keep hoping that one day it'll stop hurting. I know it will, but right now it seems like a long way off.

I know that one day it will stop though, and I welcome that day. I welcome that day with open arms, and when it comes I will embrace it like an old friend.

It's just hard.
 
 
What I'm feeling: tiredtired
#nowplaying: All To Myself - Marianas Trench
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
19 October 2010 @ 08:47 am
LJ::User=HASH(0x2b28e0c49ea0)
What was the last song you couldn't get out of your head no matter how hard you tried?

Baby - Justin Bieber. I hate that fucking song SO. MUCH.
 
 
What I'm feeling: bitchybitchy
 
 
 
Miss Muffinz
18 October 2010 @ 10:13 am
LJ::User=HASH(0x2b28e0d1b250)
Is there a specific song or band that makes you yearn for the past?

AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Guns N Roses, David Bowie. Stuff like that.
 
 
Where I'm at: In da skaiii~
What I'm feeling: coldcold
#nowplaying: Adam Lambert's "It Gets Better" video.