Momentary seizure of love

Disclaimer: I mean, I own an mp3 of For Your Entertainment? but not Kris or Adam, clearly. If you got here by Googling yourself or someone you know, you know where to find the back button. Title from David Bowie's "Fame."
Summary:You can't gain everything without losing something. And even rockstars need a Ben and Jerry's break from flying dildos sometimes. Kradam friendship, can be inferred more than that.
AN: Written for jerakeen for ONTD_AI's charity fic auction. Like, a thousand years later. She asked for "one of the guys consoling the other over a loss," which I guess I kind of loosely did?

( Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow )

Disclaimer: IF YOU GOOGLED YOURSELF OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW, SERIOUSLY, GTFO. GTFO NOW. THAT MEANS YOU, NEIL. Title from Anyone Else But You by the Moldy Peaches. BUT IT'S NOT SHIPPY GUISE SRY. KRADAM FRIENDSHIP.
Summary: Adam and Kris go baby shopping. Allison and Katy cameo. And a crib glitters unnecessarily. Mentions of Adam Lambert/Gavin Creel. Companion to zorabet's Gavin/Adam with a baby piece.
AN: I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU GUYS. I used to never read RPF, let alone write it, not that I think I'm ~above it~ or whatever, I used to write HP fanfiction, I'm not above anything, it just wasn't my thing. I also don't really do dialogue. And then season 8 of American Idol accidently everything I thought to be true and I started shipping Adam/Gavin Creel because I AM APPARENTLY CRAZY and they've had like one interaction ever and they'd both make cute dads so zorabet wrote me Gavin/Adam with a baby that involved Adam buying a unicorn because let's be real here, he's Adam fucking Lambert and he glitters, for fuck's sake. But then I wanted Kradam friendship. So this is in that universe. And there's Kristopher. Because I love Kristopher.

( You're always trying to keep it real, I'm in love with how you feel. )

Summary: Ben, Rob, and shitty apartment in West Hollywood. They're pretty sure they own the world. Song drabble, 2HB by Roxy Music.

( here's to you kid, let's celebrate years )

Summary: Ben/Luke. First loves and inevitability. Sometimes, knowing things sucks.
AN: So this is kind of Adam Lambert's fault for mentioning Eclipse by Robyn in an interview. Title and basic inspiration from that. Second person. Gratuitous use of the word fuck. Pretty much entirely unedited because I'm tired and wanted to get it up. If you notice anything too terrible, let me know.

( Don't need prophets or preachers to make sense of the signs, when the buried and hidden can be seen by the blind. )

Disclaimer:Title and Lyrics from Ben Folds Selfless, Cold, and Composed
Summary: She's waiting for Greg. He's already in never never land.
AN: This was also written for class, using Alice Adam's fiction formula for writing action scenes. I thought it was going to be constraining but it was strangely focusing. Cool.

( staring blankly and telling me to have a nice life. )

Disclaimer: Title from One Republic's Come Home.
Summary: Kate doesn't like to think when she's alone.
AN: This was written for class, a character sketch based off a picture. I think I cheated a little, cause I just picked an image that fit something I wanted to do anyway, kind of. Kate, right after Greg leaves. I'm not really sure how I feel about this, I just kind of wanted to get it out. But. Yeah. Also, I can't stop listening to the Adam Lambert version of this song, fyi.

( And the fight for you is all I've ever known. )

Disclaimer: Title and lyrics from Both Hands by Ani DiFranco
Summary: It's over.
AN: Same timeline as the last two, but after both of those. The result of listening to Eryn Murman sing Both Hands far too many times in a row than is healthy. (Bonus is in Jesse Swenson's adoring stare as he plays the guitar for her.) Youtube that shit.

( and I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let it go and I can't get through. )

Disclaimer: Title and lyrics from Chris Garneau's Black and Blue.
Summary: Rob's a fuck up. He knows, okay.
AN: Set in the same era as "But the Sky's Sublime." Pre-break up, very well into the falling apart. This is probably the most disjointed thing I've ever written and unless I've rambled to you about all of this, it might not even make sense. But. Rob made me. Oops.

( I wanna catch my death a cold, cause I'm scared of growing old. )

Disclaimer: Lyrics and title from Castle-Time by Chris Garneau. Which is breathtakingly beautiful, by the way.
Summary: Forever on the verge of over. Sometimes, it's not how it's supposed to be.
Note: I've pretty much disappeared, writing wise, I know, but I've been doing a lot of original character plotting. I don't think really many people know, let alone care about, Rob,considering his existed in my head for maybe a month and a half. But basically, this is a relationship my character Ben had through college, that started to fall apart after. ...that's the most simplified version. Ask me, and I'll elaborate, though. This is just an introspective moment, so hopefully it works on it's own.

( traveling south hits you wind time )

Disclaimer: NONE, BITCHES. Miiiiine. *bounces* This is a very happy moment for me.

Summary: Who needs Greg, anyway? So the man of the house is four and is still struggling with phonics. Don't judge.

AN: Finally, I manage to write something original. Are you proud? Yes? Heh. Um, those of you who know Ben, this is from his mother's POV, part of what will probably be several short ficlets focusing on Kate and Ben's mother/son relationship. Inspired by this song from In My Life. (...contains Jonathan Groff.) Thank you to Sarah, who was surprisingly helpful, I'm impressed. heh.

( A reflection of a boy who is his mother's son. )

Disclaimer: Peter belongs to Damon Intrabartolo...and Jon Hartmere, damnit. Ben, however, is mine, and this situation/universe is part mine, part zorabet's. title from ee cumming's "since feeling is."

Summary: Peter prays, for the lack of will for anything else.

AN: I cannot stress enough that this is not really bare fic, hence the crossover label, which isn't exactly accurate, but still. This is incredibly AU piece set in an AU of a bare AU I created with zorabet, who is likely the only person that will want to read this, heh. Basically, this started out as "oh, hey, what if Jason didn't die but Peter moved on and Ben and Peter ended up together and there was happy and kids" and then...then there was angst with killing off Ben in an AU of that. This is set in that AU. It can be read as original fic situation wise, I just...borrowed Peter from Damon. Heh. Also, yay for getting out of my damn funk and finishing something.

( since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things )

Disclaimer: This is so far from Bare canon that it's quite obviously not mine. I'm quoting Leonard Cohen like crazy in titles and such, too.
Summary: "For less than a second our lives will collide, the endless suspended, the door open wide." ...or, basically? What would happen if Peter was a hooker. Yes, really.
AN: THIS IS LAURA'S FAULT. She called my phone (whose name is Peter, her's is Jason, if you weren't already familiar with the insanity) a hooker, and one thing led to another, and this happened. Written for an AU prompt for the Bare RPG ficathon, for Maddie. All the background you need to know: Peter lived with his dad, never went to St. Cecilia's, ended up disowned for the gay thing and now, um, sells sex on the street. Jason went to St. Cecilia's, knocked up Ivy, married her, etc. Will be continued.

( from choas to art, pt. 1 )

Disclaimer: Bare belongs to Damon Intrabartolo. Title from Angels in America by Tony Kushner. Don't sue. Kthnx.

Summary: "In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so." (Angels in America) Peter runs into Jason, AU, ten years down the line.

AN: Written for the ficathon at the Bare RPG forums, for Haley, who requested Jason showing up when Peter's already with Ben. I'm actually not completely happy with the development here and I wished I'd been able to bring Peter's relationship with Ben out of the background because I'm not completely pleased with the way it comes across, but it's long enough and eh. Here it is, then.

( But you can't come back. Not ever. I'm sorry, but you can't. )

Disclaimer:Bare's not mine, Ben is. Title taken from Dashboard Confessional because I am really uncreative. And emotionally drained, hah.

Summary:He's the most selfish man alive, but he figures he's allowed to be. Peter/Ben, implied Peter/Jason.

AN: Woah. Okay. So, this is kind of a fanfic for an RP, hah. Ghost!Jason, most of which is posted at the Bare RPG forums, if you aren't familiar with it. I don't think you really need to know it for this, but the background might clarify a few things. Peter is about...50 in this. (...yes, I know.) All of Bare applies. He's with Ben. WARNING: This contains character death and illness, therefore, sensitive subject matter. Very masochistic for me to write. Just know before you read, guys.

( I've got something important to tell you, okay? Very important. )

Disclaimer: Easter Rising belongs to Michael Arden. I just worship adoringly. Title from the Foo Fighters' Last Song

Summary: Caleb still writes to Andrew, but it doesn't matter.

AN: Easter Rising fic, take two. Um, I'm much more comfortable writing John (my soulmate, hah), so the comment whore in me would really appreciate any feedback, hah.

( you've go to talk to get it all out. )

Disclaimer: Sigh. Bare's not mine, damnit. Title/inspiration from Brand New's (of course...not my fault the songs fit my fandoms so damn well.) Soco Amaretto Lime.

Summary: He's a sixteen year old boy, he doesn't have a concept of forever.

AN: Written for remixthedrabble. Remix of drifting_dream's Bare100 prompt Temporary. Also used for my own Bare100 prompt, Everlasting...even though it's technically a little long...I'm such a rebel. Heh.

( so we can stay like this forever )

Disclaimer: If owned Bare, then cute dads in a bathtub would be more than just my happy fantasy. Title is from The No Seatbelt Song by Brand New. (of course)

summary: Nothing matters anymore. Post-Bare, Peter/Ivy, Implied past Peter/Jason, Peter/Ivy.

AN: I am a sick, sick person, but let it be known that Tina never walks away from a plot bunny!

( I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised. )

More lyric drabble.

disclaimer: Bare's not mine.
song:When There was You and Me from High School Musical. (...yes, really. Shut up. *hides*)

( ...my fairytale... )

Another lyric 'drabble'.

disclaimer: Bare's not mine.
song:Louder Than Words from Tick Tick Boom.

( Why do we stay with lovers... )

I got bored during second period, and starting writing lyrics drabbles...technically not drabbles, they're a bit longer than that, I think, but really short ficlets, heh. All based off of a line from a song. Kind of done as an exercise to get my Bare muse back.

disclaimer: Bare's not mine.
song:La La Lie by Jack's Mannequin

( I've got friends who... )