I let my pain fuck my ego and I called the bastard art

Title: Sick Cycle Carousel (1/2)
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Pairing: Kris/Adam, with Katy, the other Idols, and a bunch of media dudes (Cantiello, Slezak, Seacrest, etc.)
Disclaimer: OMG never happened.
Genre: slash, and...I'd call it "dramedy" rather than "angst," but whatever.
Words: 12,733
Timeline: August 2009 (mid-tour) - January 2010
Summary: In which Kris feels like an asshole most of the time, uses his best friend for sex, torpedoes his marriage, calls Matt a whore, becomes a tabloid star, and doesn't cry. All missteps in the right direction.
Warning: If the concepts of of divorce, joyless fucking and dysfunctional!Kris turn you off, you might not want to read this. (Mind you, I'm a hardcore Kris stan, so this isn't an attempt at character assassination. I'd call it character exploration, maybe?)
A/N: (The self-indulgent babbling deserved its own post.)
Special thanks to: This is my first time getting beta-ed, and I couldn't have picked better people: 1) SRS BSNS LAWYER beta, jehane18, who kept me in line, made sure all the legal aspects were factually correct, all while being super nice and a little drunk. 2) The lovely and insightful arjumand, who pulled me out of my whiny "OMG, I hate iiiiiiit" Teflon Drama phase. 3) Brilliant pop culture guru phaballa, who is really fucking funny and totes adorable in her seething (and contagious) hatred of Jive Records. BB practically co-wrote this, she's awesome with the introspection and one-liners. I'd also like to thank conditionelle, because it's her enthusiasm that turned this from "plot bunny I was trying to ignore" to "actualfax fic."
Fanmix: Download here. I also included one with separate files, lyric snippets and my commentary here, but it contains spoilers.
Art: The framazing katekat1010 made a movie poster here! ♥______♥

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