Three _wishes drabbles of sorts
Consolidating all of these into one post so as not to piss off my f-list.
Fandom: American Idol (Season 7)
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary/Prompt: Cookleta. Anything. Somehow turned into a birthday fic.
Author's note: Written for ontdai_wishes . Happy holidays bb!
Disclaimer: This never happened, this never will happen, they're not mine, etc, etc.
Their birthdays are only eight days apart, with Christmas sandwiched in the middle, and so they decide that this year, they're going to celebrate everything at once.
It's easier this way, since their schedules are hectic and they can't get a night to themselves on an off week, much less the week of Christmas and New Year's, when they've got gigs and family obligations and managers breathing down their necks to promote themselves while people are in the buying mood. It'll be one day, apart from Christmas, that they'll take out to simply enjoy one another.
They hide gifts in alcoves in their houses, set up a tree in Cook's house since it's where they spend most of their time anyway, and make reservations for several restaurants though they both know they'll probably end up with Chinese take-out on the couch.
No one asks what their plans are, so they don't tell anyone- just cancel all meetings for the twenty-sixth and plan quietly amongst themselves.
Archie slips in through the front door at five to six, and while Cook greets him, his phone buzzes in his back pocket. He pulls away long enough to see that it's a text from Michael and sighs, flipping it open and reading.
Dude need ur help. @ carlyz, cant find ur idol dvds
Cook rolls his eyes and texts back something about not caring- he can't really pay attention to what he's saying when Archie is tucked into his neck and smells like gingerbread and something else equally sweet, but just as he returns to finding the origin of that scent (all over, it seems- an interesting discovery), his phone buzzes again.
Shez freaking out. Just come ovr nd help find it. Wont take long.
Cook sighs, rubs at his eyes and pulls away from Archie with a soft peck.
Archie understands, of course, and allows himself to be dragged a couple of blocks over to Carly's house.
It's dark there, save for a couple of lights on in the living room, and Cook cocks a skeptical eyebrow at nothing in particular. Archie, on the other hand, has a bright smile spread across his face and is ringing the doorbell once, twice before taking Cook's hand in his own and babbling about which movie they should watch when they get home and whether they should watch in the bedroom or the den.
When Carly pulls open the door, she's got a stupid grin on her face and she doesn't look panicked to Cook, but Archie just throws his arms around her and pulls him in behind him, still babbling and telling Carly about how they can't stay long, they have to go back and watch movies.
Cook's still suspicious when they turn the corner into Carly's living room and fifteen people jump out and shout “Surprise!”
They wind up staying until one in the morning because it's nice to see all of their friends together and Carly has catered the whole thing and they really just lose track of time.
That night, they fall asleep to the bottom of the barrel sitcoms on Nick at Nite at 3am, wrapped around one another and laughing in that deliriously tired way that they have at the jokes that aren't funny under normal circumstances.
Archie's soft snoring finally lulls Cook to sleep, and he closes his eyes with the half-conceived notion of a new song floating through his head.
It's about perfection. He knows that much, anyway.
Fandom: American Idol (Season 8)
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary/Prompt: Kradam go to the movies
Author's note: Written for ontdai_wishes . Happy holidays bb!
Disclaimer: This never happened, this never will happen, they're not mine, etc, etc.
Kris had known since the first time they had caught the promo that he was going to be forced into this.
Adam had grabbed his arm and gasped, “Edward!”
He had hoped that the fervor would die down by the time the movie came out, but Adam was persistent- his copies of Twilight sat on their shared bookshelf at the mansion and now do the same at the apartment that they don't officially share but that's theirs together all the same. He's obsessed and it takes everything in Kris's power to point out that Adam is a twenty-seven year-old man, not a twelve-year-old girl.
The commercial airs a couple of hundred times in the week prior to its premiere and, each time, Adam stops and stares, transfixed and tuned out of reality.
Adam drags him to a midnight showing a few weeks after it opens, because going opening weekend would be a mad house and they're both crazy busy with promotion then, too. Both of them don hats pulled low over their eyes and plain, nondescript hoodies.
Adam's is to avoid being recognized by paparazzi.
Kris's is to avoid being recognized as someone who formerly had dignity.
When they seat themselves, slunk low in the back where the five other people in the theater will leave them alone, Kris sinks into his seat and buries his face in his hands.
Two hours, and then he gets to play the “you owe me” sex card all he wants. Two hours, he recites mentally, and it becomes his mantra as the title credits roll.
Usually when they go to see a movie, Adam touches him as much as is acceptable in a public-but-private setting- an arm around his shoulder, his lips resting in his hair, a hand slowly moving its way up his thigh until they give up on the movie and head home early.
But tonight? Tonight, Adam pays him absolutely no attention- leans forward with his chin in his hands and sighs at all the appropriate places.
Kris tries his usual tricks- he leans over and whispers in Adam's ear- comments that usually would elicit a snicker or at least a response, but no. When he mentions that Kristen Stewart never makes eye contact with the person she's talking to, Adam rolls his eyes at him and turns his attention back to the movie.
He tries feeding Adam the twelve-dollar popcorn they had bought, which usually turns into a game involving sharing popcorn kernels between their teeth, but Adam simply grabs the popcorn from the bag and feeds himself.
He tries running a hand shamelessly around Adam's inseam, but Adam just swats his hand away, shooting him a glare and whispering, “Really, Kristopher? Edward's leaving her.”
He closes his eyes and thinks that maybe he can sleep a bit.
He mentally chants his mantra and dozes off as he hears Adam sob quietly.
One hour, forty-five minutes.
Fandom: American Idol (Season 8)
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary/Prompt: Kradam, just something sweet and random Kris notices a few changes to his iPhone's shuffle.
Author's note: Written for ontdai_wishes . Happy holidays bb!
Disclaimer: This never happened, this never will happen, they're not mine, etc, etc.
The first time Kris notices music coming up on his shuffle that he definitely didn't put there is when “Just Dance” comes on in the middle of his morning run during top five week of Idol.
He cocks an eyebrow, stares at his iPhone in confusion, and runs a checklist to make sure that it's his.
Yeah, he's got Kings of Leon and every Beatles album, so it's definitely not anyone else's.
He chalks it up to a freak occurrence and hits next.
----
The next time it happens, Kris is laying in bed the night after the top three elimination. It's nearly two AM and they've just gotten back from the “Goodbye Gokey” party that served in mouring for Danny, but in celebration for Adam and Kris.
They were going to celebrate more, privately, but Adam had insisted he needed a shower first, so Kris had retired to his room to wait for Adam to come find him.
He's flipping through the songs when he breezes by something that's... no way that that just said “Circus,” right?
He flips back and it is: Britney Spears, complete with album art. He has no idea how that got there, but he just bites at his lip and makes a mental note to check his iTunes library in the morning.
These things happen, right?
----
It starts happening more and more frequently- Ben Folds turns into Muse, John Mayer into Tokio Hotel. More than once, the Twilight soundtrack has come up.
He's sat and listened to them all the way through on a few occasions- most have simply given him a headache but he checks some of them for titles so he could go back and listen to them again.
At this point, he decides that his iPhone has simply taken on characteristics of Adam's and chooses not to question it any further.
----
On the weekend before tour ends, he wanders into the bunks to try and find Adam. Everyone else is off at the movies or something and they had both begged off, hoping to get some of their rare alone time.
He finds Adam seated in his bunk, uploading music to his iPhone.
“Hey,” he greets, and Adam jumps, scrambling to unplug the phone from his computer.
Kris catches sight of the phone just before Adam tosses it behind his back and sees the picture they took on the last night of Idol- just their heads, crowded together and looking deliriously happy.
That's his background picture.
“Hey did you...” he starts, but then the pieces start to come together.
“Have you been... sabotaging my iPhone?”
Adam looks momentarily panicked, and then affronted,
“It's not sabotage, Kris. I'm just trying to broaden your horizons.”
Kris leans forward, laughing, and snatches his phone back, tucking it safely into his jacket pocket.
The next day, Adam wakes up to a Wilco song that he most certainly did not set as his alarm. He presses his smile into Kris's temple.
Fandom: American Idol (Season 7)
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary/Prompt: Cookleta. Anything. Somehow turned into a birthday fic.
Author's note: Written for ontdai_wishes . Happy holidays bb!
Disclaimer: This never happened, this never will happen, they're not mine, etc, etc.
Their birthdays are only eight days apart, with Christmas sandwiched in the middle, and so they decide that this year, they're going to celebrate everything at once.
It's easier this way, since their schedules are hectic and they can't get a night to themselves on an off week, much less the week of Christmas and New Year's, when they've got gigs and family obligations and managers breathing down their necks to promote themselves while people are in the buying mood. It'll be one day, apart from Christmas, that they'll take out to simply enjoy one another.
They hide gifts in alcoves in their houses, set up a tree in Cook's house since it's where they spend most of their time anyway, and make reservations for several restaurants though they both know they'll probably end up with Chinese take-out on the couch.
No one asks what their plans are, so they don't tell anyone- just cancel all meetings for the twenty-sixth and plan quietly amongst themselves.
Archie slips in through the front door at five to six, and while Cook greets him, his phone buzzes in his back pocket. He pulls away long enough to see that it's a text from Michael and sighs, flipping it open and reading.
Dude need ur help. @ carlyz, cant find ur idol dvds
Cook rolls his eyes and texts back something about not caring- he can't really pay attention to what he's saying when Archie is tucked into his neck and smells like gingerbread and something else equally sweet, but just as he returns to finding the origin of that scent (all over, it seems- an interesting discovery), his phone buzzes again.
Shez freaking out. Just come ovr nd help find it. Wont take long.
Cook sighs, rubs at his eyes and pulls away from Archie with a soft peck.
Archie understands, of course, and allows himself to be dragged a couple of blocks over to Carly's house.
It's dark there, save for a couple of lights on in the living room, and Cook cocks a skeptical eyebrow at nothing in particular. Archie, on the other hand, has a bright smile spread across his face and is ringing the doorbell once, twice before taking Cook's hand in his own and babbling about which movie they should watch when they get home and whether they should watch in the bedroom or the den.
When Carly pulls open the door, she's got a stupid grin on her face and she doesn't look panicked to Cook, but Archie just throws his arms around her and pulls him in behind him, still babbling and telling Carly about how they can't stay long, they have to go back and watch movies.
Cook's still suspicious when they turn the corner into Carly's living room and fifteen people jump out and shout “Surprise!”
They wind up staying until one in the morning because it's nice to see all of their friends together and Carly has catered the whole thing and they really just lose track of time.
That night, they fall asleep to the bottom of the barrel sitcoms on Nick at Nite at 3am, wrapped around one another and laughing in that deliriously tired way that they have at the jokes that aren't funny under normal circumstances.
Archie's soft snoring finally lulls Cook to sleep, and he closes his eyes with the half-conceived notion of a new song floating through his head.
It's about perfection. He knows that much, anyway.
Fandom: American Idol (Season 8)
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary/Prompt: Kradam go to the movies
Author's note: Written for ontdai_wishes . Happy holidays bb!
Disclaimer: This never happened, this never will happen, they're not mine, etc, etc.
Kris had known since the first time they had caught the promo that he was going to be forced into this.
Adam had grabbed his arm and gasped, “Edward!”
He had hoped that the fervor would die down by the time the movie came out, but Adam was persistent- his copies of Twilight sat on their shared bookshelf at the mansion and now do the same at the apartment that they don't officially share but that's theirs together all the same. He's obsessed and it takes everything in Kris's power to point out that Adam is a twenty-seven year-old man, not a twelve-year-old girl.
The commercial airs a couple of hundred times in the week prior to its premiere and, each time, Adam stops and stares, transfixed and tuned out of reality.
Adam drags him to a midnight showing a few weeks after it opens, because going opening weekend would be a mad house and they're both crazy busy with promotion then, too. Both of them don hats pulled low over their eyes and plain, nondescript hoodies.
Adam's is to avoid being recognized by paparazzi.
Kris's is to avoid being recognized as someone who formerly had dignity.
When they seat themselves, slunk low in the back where the five other people in the theater will leave them alone, Kris sinks into his seat and buries his face in his hands.
Two hours, and then he gets to play the “you owe me” sex card all he wants. Two hours, he recites mentally, and it becomes his mantra as the title credits roll.
Usually when they go to see a movie, Adam touches him as much as is acceptable in a public-but-private setting- an arm around his shoulder, his lips resting in his hair, a hand slowly moving its way up his thigh until they give up on the movie and head home early.
But tonight? Tonight, Adam pays him absolutely no attention- leans forward with his chin in his hands and sighs at all the appropriate places.
Kris tries his usual tricks- he leans over and whispers in Adam's ear- comments that usually would elicit a snicker or at least a response, but no. When he mentions that Kristen Stewart never makes eye contact with the person she's talking to, Adam rolls his eyes at him and turns his attention back to the movie.
He tries feeding Adam the twelve-dollar popcorn they had bought, which usually turns into a game involving sharing popcorn kernels between their teeth, but Adam simply grabs the popcorn from the bag and feeds himself.
He tries running a hand shamelessly around Adam's inseam, but Adam just swats his hand away, shooting him a glare and whispering, “Really, Kristopher? Edward's leaving her.”
He closes his eyes and thinks that maybe he can sleep a bit.
He mentally chants his mantra and dozes off as he hears Adam sob quietly.
One hour, forty-five minutes.
Fandom: American Idol (Season 8)
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary/Prompt: Kradam, just something sweet and random Kris notices a few changes to his iPhone's shuffle.
Author's note: Written for ontdai_wishes . Happy holidays bb!
Disclaimer: This never happened, this never will happen, they're not mine, etc, etc.
The first time Kris notices music coming up on his shuffle that he definitely didn't put there is when “Just Dance” comes on in the middle of his morning run during top five week of Idol.
He cocks an eyebrow, stares at his iPhone in confusion, and runs a checklist to make sure that it's his.
Yeah, he's got Kings of Leon and every Beatles album, so it's definitely not anyone else's.
He chalks it up to a freak occurrence and hits next.
----
The next time it happens, Kris is laying in bed the night after the top three elimination. It's nearly two AM and they've just gotten back from the “Goodbye Gokey” party that served in mouring for Danny, but in celebration for Adam and Kris.
They were going to celebrate more, privately, but Adam had insisted he needed a shower first, so Kris had retired to his room to wait for Adam to come find him.
He's flipping through the songs when he breezes by something that's... no way that that just said “Circus,” right?
He flips back and it is: Britney Spears, complete with album art. He has no idea how that got there, but he just bites at his lip and makes a mental note to check his iTunes library in the morning.
These things happen, right?
----
It starts happening more and more frequently- Ben Folds turns into Muse, John Mayer into Tokio Hotel. More than once, the Twilight soundtrack has come up.
He's sat and listened to them all the way through on a few occasions- most have simply given him a headache but he checks some of them for titles so he could go back and listen to them again.
At this point, he decides that his iPhone has simply taken on characteristics of Adam's and chooses not to question it any further.
----
On the weekend before tour ends, he wanders into the bunks to try and find Adam. Everyone else is off at the movies or something and they had both begged off, hoping to get some of their rare alone time.
He finds Adam seated in his bunk, uploading music to his iPhone.
“Hey,” he greets, and Adam jumps, scrambling to unplug the phone from his computer.
Kris catches sight of the phone just before Adam tosses it behind his back and sees the picture they took on the last night of Idol- just their heads, crowded together and looking deliriously happy.
That's his background picture.
“Hey did you...” he starts, but then the pieces start to come together.
“Have you been... sabotaging my iPhone?”
Adam looks momentarily panicked, and then affronted,
“It's not sabotage, Kris. I'm just trying to broaden your horizons.”
Kris leans forward, laughing, and snatches his phone back, tucking it safely into his jacket pocket.
The next day, Adam wakes up to a Wilco song that he most certainly did not set as his alarm. He presses his smile into Kris's temple.