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Title: L.A.'s Gonna Eat You Alive: The Diary of Matt Giraud
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Adam, Megan/Anoop, mentions of Kris and Dadam, and if you squint really hard you'll see Gokey, Allison and Tatiana
Disclaimer: OMG never happened. And no, I don't believe that Matt Giraud is this stupid in real life.
Genre: slash, AU, sheer idiocy
Words: 10,444
Summary: You think you know, but you have no idea. Or whatever they used to say on MTV. Man, I love having deep thoughts.
Based on: Story format of Bridget Jones's Diary, premise of Ugly Betty. (Think, Matt's fedora = Betty's Guadalajara poncho.) And one scene influenced by the Iron Man film.
Warning: You know how everybody hates first person POV, run-on sentences, capslock, messy tense-switching and nonsensical, cartoony characterizations? This fic has ALL OF THAT.
A/N: So, if you thought my last Matt/Adam story was nuts? THIS IS EVEN STUPIDER. This shit. It is bananas. But I laughed so hard while writing it, and I think this may be my favorite Anoop characterization yet. This fic is like an extended version of the Danny__Gokey parody Twitter. But for Matt.
Dedication: I wrote this as a thank you gift for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
phaballa, who sat through two weeks and four revisions and multiple episodes of my angst and self-loathing to help me turn Sick Cycle Carousel into Something I Don't Actually Hate. ♥ So as a token of my gratitude, I present the 10,000-word version (original excerpt here) where everybody turns into a Mary Sue. IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.
Title taken from: A John Mayer song, of course.
( I don't know how much actual work I'm getting done as Adam's PA, because my 'job' mostly involves helping him pick out which sequined belt to wear (I had no idea 'purple or iridescent white?' would be such a hard question), answering all his ex-boyfriends' voice mails in my Gay Robin Williams voice while I pretend I'm Adam's boyfriend, and sometimes going to music clubs for 'talent discovery' when we're really just trying out all the drinks in the city. )
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Adam, Megan/Anoop, mentions of Kris and Dadam, and if you squint really hard you'll see Gokey, Allison and Tatiana
Disclaimer: OMG never happened. And no, I don't believe that Matt Giraud is this stupid in real life.
Genre: slash, AU, sheer idiocy
Words: 10,444
Summary: You think you know, but you have no idea. Or whatever they used to say on MTV. Man, I love having deep thoughts.
Based on: Story format of Bridget Jones's Diary, premise of Ugly Betty. (Think, Matt's fedora = Betty's Guadalajara poncho.) And one scene influenced by the Iron Man film.
Warning: You know how everybody hates first person POV, run-on sentences, capslock, messy tense-switching and nonsensical, cartoony characterizations? This fic has ALL OF THAT.
A/N: So, if you thought my last Matt/Adam story was nuts? THIS IS EVEN STUPIDER. This shit. It is bananas. But I laughed so hard while writing it, and I think this may be my favorite Anoop characterization yet. This fic is like an extended version of the Danny__Gokey parody Twitter. But for Matt.
Dedication: I wrote this as a thank you gift for
phaballa, who sat through two weeks and four revisions and multiple episodes of my angst and self-loathing to help me turn Sick Cycle Carousel into Something I Don't Actually Hate. ♥ So as a token of my gratitude, I present the 10,000-word version (original excerpt here) where everybody turns into a Mary Sue. IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.Title taken from: A John Mayer song, of course.
( I don't know how much actual work I'm getting done as Adam's PA, because my 'job' mostly involves helping him pick out which sequined belt to wear (I had no idea 'purple or iridescent white?' would be such a hard question), answering all his ex-boyfriends' voice mails in my Gay Robin Williams voice while I pretend I'm Adam's boyfriend, and sometimes going to music clubs for 'talent discovery' when we're really just trying out all the drinks in the city. )
