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the little cracks, they escalated
Mar. 2nd, 2011 03:26 amTitle: the little cracks they escalated
Summary: AU. The falling in love with your childhood friend edition.
Pairings: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert, with mentioned and explicit Adam/others, Kris/others
Rating: R
Word Count: 39K
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kris or Adam, they belong to themselves.
Warnings: brief explicit Kratt, implied and attempted threesomes, angst, and two incredibly stubborn boys who take over a hundred pages to get together.
Notes: Long notes are long. Sorry. This was supposed to be a cute little oneshot about teen!Kris trying to get into Adam’s pants. Obviously, that is no longer the case. It grew and grew into a freaking saga of angst, fluff and more angst until I decided it’s alive and I should fear for my life. This story is close to my heart due to the long hours of writing and lost sleep, so if you don’t like it, well, then you don’t, but please don’t tear me to pieces for it. Un-betaed, so any mistakes are my own. I’ve re-read this so many times, I might have numbed myself to errors so feel free to correct me. Nicely.
A big thank you to my glittery Icelandic family who read this and gave me lots of love.
Originally posted 05/09-10/09
( The little cracks, they escalated. And before you know, it is too late. For making circles and telling lies )
Summary: AU. The falling in love with your childhood friend edition.
Pairings: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert, with mentioned and explicit Adam/others, Kris/others
Rating: R
Word Count: 39K
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kris or Adam, they belong to themselves.
Warnings: brief explicit Kratt, implied and attempted threesomes, angst, and two incredibly stubborn boys who take over a hundred pages to get together.
Notes: Long notes are long. Sorry. This was supposed to be a cute little oneshot about teen!Kris trying to get into Adam’s pants. Obviously, that is no longer the case. It grew and grew into a freaking saga of angst, fluff and more angst until I decided it’s alive and I should fear for my life. This story is close to my heart due to the long hours of writing and lost sleep, so if you don’t like it, well, then you don’t, but please don’t tear me to pieces for it. Un-betaed, so any mistakes are my own. I’ve re-read this so many times, I might have numbed myself to errors so feel free to correct me. Nicely.
A big thank you to my glittery Icelandic family who read this and gave me lots of love.
Originally posted 05/09-10/09
( The little cracks, they escalated. And before you know, it is too late. For making circles and telling lies )
