Thoughts of You Just Keep Me Awake, fic, PG-13
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Title: Thoughts of You Just Keep Me Awake (working)
Pairing Adam/Blake, Miranda/?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some slight cursing; three am musings on Blake's part
Summary: Thoughts and conversations (some real, some in his head) over the course of what will possible be the most important day in Blake Shelton's life. He just doesn't know it yet (part 1 of 2; possibly more but these two can stand alone)
This is kind of disjointed and in a really different format than the other Adam x Blake stories out there; the only one that is somewhat similar is rabiduschathoi 's Dia x Xenia story. Please bear with me and give this a chance; I’m really proud of it. These two chapters (second to be released tomorrow) can certainly stand alone but I’m hoping to continue this story later. This is also the first story that I’ve written in a while since I became an editor so if you all see something I don’t and hate it, please, TELL me. Oh, yes, and this is fiction; I own nothing in or about this story but my plot.
It’s three in the morning. He has to get up at seven (at the latest) to be at the airport by eight to pick up Miranda. And it’s now exactly 3:12. Blake has officially tried everything: sheep, soft, boring music, deep calming breaths; he even tried to clear his mind (which only made things worse because now everything he was trying to avoid thinking about just had to come up to the forefront). And to top it all off? He just CAN NOT find a comfortable spot and, yes, he’s tried them all. So he gives in, flops onto his stomach, punches his pillow, and lets his mind drift onto the object of his infatuation as of late: Adam Levine.
Not even the thought of his fiancée coming the next day can dim his erratic (and totally subconscious and meaningless - seriously, he swears) thoughts about the electric man he just met merely a month ago (MONTH, he’s known Miranda - LOVED Miranda - for far longer than that. If anyone should be in his thoughts at 3:19 in the morning it should definitely, hands-down, no-contest, be her.) . But when they met... he’d read the old cliché that “sparks flew when Blah touched his true love Blech’s hand for the first time” (or something like that... his mom loved that shit) but he’d always assumed it was all pointless exposition; turns out, that “shit” really does happen. But it’s still her face, her body he should be imagining lying under his in the dark at 3:23 in the morning the day he’s meant to see her again after a long month-and-a-half away with only a few moments stolen - or scheduled (which is horrible and completely unromantic as far as he’s concerned) - for phone calls to tide him over (but it’s not, is it?).
Blake HAS to sleep, he needs to be at his best tomorrow, can’t let his mind wander to Adam when he’s with Miranda, and the clock is totally being unsympathetic to his cause (he thought it might at least commiserate with him since he WAS the one who bought it, thereby saving it from the dreaded day-after-Christmas Day clearance bin; he’d shopped with Miranda before, those bins didn’t stand a chance.). 3:29 teased him, taunted him, WINKED at him... (just like Adam had ear- NO, he was NOT thinking about that; about any of the times Adam had smiled or touched him or...).
No, Blake was determined to get at least a bit of sleep that night, if not for his sanity than because he knew there would be a part of him waiting to compare Miranda’s smile with Adam’s and, if he let it, that might just be enough to kill him.
Title: Thoughts of You Just Keep Me Awake (working)
Pairing Adam/Blake, Miranda/?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some slight cursing; three am musings on Blake's part
Summary: Thoughts and conversations (some real, some in his head) over the course of what will possible be the most important day in Blake Shelton's life. He just doesn't know it yet (part 1 of 2; possibly more but these two can stand alone)
This is kind of disjointed and in a really different format than the other Adam x Blake stories out there; the only one that is somewhat similar is rabiduschathoi 's Dia x Xenia story. Please bear with me and give this a chance; I’m really proud of it. These two chapters (second to be released tomorrow) can certainly stand alone but I’m hoping to continue this story later. This is also the first story that I’ve written in a while since I became an editor so if you all see something I don’t and hate it, please, TELL me. Oh, yes, and this is fiction; I own nothing in or about this story but my plot.
It’s three in the morning. He has to get up at seven (at the latest) to be at the airport by eight to pick up Miranda. And it’s now exactly 3:12. Blake has officially tried everything: sheep, soft, boring music, deep calming breaths; he even tried to clear his mind (which only made things worse because now everything he was trying to avoid thinking about just had to come up to the forefront). And to top it all off? He just CAN NOT find a comfortable spot and, yes, he’s tried them all. So he gives in, flops onto his stomach, punches his pillow, and lets his mind drift onto the object of his infatuation as of late: Adam Levine.
Not even the thought of his fiancée coming the next day can dim his erratic (and totally subconscious and meaningless - seriously, he swears) thoughts about the electric man he just met merely a month ago (MONTH, he’s known Miranda - LOVED Miranda - for far longer than that. If anyone should be in his thoughts at 3:19 in the morning it should definitely, hands-down, no-contest, be her.) . But when they met... he’d read the old cliché that “sparks flew when Blah touched his true love Blech’s hand for the first time” (or something like that... his mom loved that shit) but he’d always assumed it was all pointless exposition; turns out, that “shit” really does happen. But it’s still her face, her body he should be imagining lying under his in the dark at 3:23 in the morning the day he’s meant to see her again after a long month-and-a-half away with only a few moments stolen - or scheduled (which is horrible and completely unromantic as far as he’s concerned) - for phone calls to tide him over (but it’s not, is it?).
Blake HAS to sleep, he needs to be at his best tomorrow, can’t let his mind wander to Adam when he’s with Miranda, and the clock is totally being unsympathetic to his cause (he thought it might at least commiserate with him since he WAS the one who bought it, thereby saving it from the dreaded day-after-Christmas Day clearance bin; he’d shopped with Miranda before, those bins didn’t stand a chance.). 3:29 teased him, taunted him, WINKED at him... (just like Adam had ear- NO, he was NOT thinking about that; about any of the times Adam had smiled or touched him or...).
No, Blake was determined to get at least a bit of sleep that night, if not for his sanity than because he knew there would be a part of him waiting to compare Miranda’s smile with Adam’s and, if he let it, that might just be enough to kill him.