D. Archuleta/D. Cook, charity!fic
(AI7) DAVID ARCHULETA/DAVID COOK
Rating: PG13
Pairing: David Archuleta/David Cook
Fandom: American Idol (real person slash)
Warnings: slash, real person slash, crack
Disclaimer: I do not own these people because they own themselves. I want an Archie of my own, though. Badly.
A/N: Fourth drabble for koishii_hime after she kindly donated money for the Haiti cause. Oops, sorry for the long wait but I finally got a bit of time to write this one. Yes, it's completely ridiculous and pointless, I know. It is crack.
By: writingpickle
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it starts as a joke, at first.
david stares with furrowed brows at the object inside the paper bag where bits of colorful paper are sticking out of the top. he looks up at johns, who’s grinning widely at him. ‘um, thank you?’
johns laughs and pats him on the shoulder (at least it’s not on the head; at twenty, he’s a little too old for that, thank goodness). ‘glad you like it, baby dave. didn’t i say he’d like it?’ this he addresses to carly, who’s sitting on the couch holding a beer.
‘you don’t have to like it, david; it’s a stupid gift,’ carly says reassuringly and david feels that way, reassured that is, because wow. um.
‘a handbag?’ cook asks incredulously as he peers over david’s shoulder and pins his disbelieving gaze at johns. ‘you bought david a handbag? you do know he’s not a girl, right? even if he does have ridiculously long eyelashes.’
david feels that saying ‘thank you’ would only worsen the situation and keeps quiet. as the two older men break out in an argument (their fifth that evening alone), david’s gaze is drawn back to his gift. he can see that it’s from an expensive brand he’s not going to name, made out of stiff-looking black leather with a nice curved handle and a silver clasp in front. it’s not actually too girly, now that he thinks about it. it’s still a purse, though, and david is still properly horrified. he could give it to his mom or one of his sisters?
‘…you’re a crappy gift giver,’ cook eventually says and punctuates it with a swig of his beer, looking all tough and manly. not at all like david, with his ridiculously long eyelashes and new handbag, oh my gosh.
johns scowls and drapes an arm over david’s shoulder, lifting his chin in defiance. ‘at least archie is a gracious gift receiver, aren’t you, arch?’
‘um.’
‘you like it, don’t you? it’s quite spacious and nice to look at, honestly.’
‘well, um.’
johns beams at him. ‘it’s all the rage with you youngsters, i hear.’
at this, carly rescues david and smacks johns at the back of his head. ‘stop scaring the poor boy on his birthday,’ she snorts with a roll of his eyes. ‘and we aren’t old and it’s definitely not the rage right now. you were grossly misinformed.’
johns actually looks crestfallen and david’s conscience - bred into him by years of church service and being Mormon - kicks in, prompting him to say, ‘it’s not so bad? um. i can, maybe i’ll use it for, um, it’s not so bad?’
just like that, johns starts grinning again and cook shakes his head mournfully at david. ‘you are too nice, babe.’
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the thing is.
the thing is.
david has a lot of stuff, okay. there’s his ipod, and his phone, a few novels he reads during flights, and his wallet, and his dozen sharpies and just as much water bottles, and a whole lot of other things. he usually carries them in his backpack, which he’s had, like, forever, but it’s a hassle sometimes to have to dig through it when he’s looking for something. of course, cook’s stuff gets mixed in with his too, such as the picks he throws to the audience during his shows, and cook’s crossword puzzle book, his sudoku book, his dictionary and, just, the combined weight of it all makes his shoulders ache by the end of the day (david won’t actually let his assistant carry his bags like she insists because gosh, that’s not very polite at all).
and the thing is, david doesn’t have any smaller bags to use if he has an interview to do, or a tv show appearance, or even when he and cook are eating out. he has to lug his huge backpack wherever and it makes him look like he’s ten years younger than he really is.
so really, it’s not his fault if the dang handbag starts to become appealing.
it’s big, as johns said, but not too big that there’s enough space left for his things to get all jumbled up and messy. the leather isn’t irritating at all and since it’s basically a plain black purse, it goes well with whatever david wears.
but it is still a purse, which means david slings it over one shoulder and tucks it under his armpit as he walks. it’s even weirder if he clutches it in his hand. he doesn’t want to stereotype himself as gay and who loves handbags because he really doesn’t. he also doesn’t want to insult those like him by being against it and somehow come across as being judgmental of what others like. besides, what will his dad think?
david is caught between a rock and a hard place.
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of course, on the day that he has an appearance on the ellen degeneres show, his backpack finally falls apart (it’s been crumbling to pieces since american idol began). david stares in dismay at one of the straps that has come off, inwardly panicking because he only has an hour to get to the studio and traffic is brutal this time of the day and he doesn’t have any other bag. he looks frantically around, wondering if he shouldn’t just hand-carry all of the things he will need. wait, no, he has to have his ipod with him, his phone, his markers, his water bottles, that book he’s a chapter away from finishing, and oh my gosh, this is a disaster.
he’s starting to panic, which is never a good thing, when david’s gaze lands on the handbag sitting innocently on top of a table (how it got out of his closet is beyond him). he chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully. he glances at his watch, sighs, and knows that there’s no other choice.
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@michael_jhons
he used it! in your face, you irish wench!
5:29 PM Jan 11th from txt
@carlysmithson
oh grow up, johns
5:43 PM Jan 11th from txt
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his phone buzzes and david pokes his head from under the blankets (the one thing he swore he would never do when he came home earlier) and hesitantly turns the mobile screen-up. he breathes a sigh of relief when it’s cook’s name on the screen.
‘hey,’ he greets somewhat somberly, already knowing what the call is about.
cook doesn’t bother getting around to the topic. ‘you used johns’ handbag?’
the outraged tone is a little much, david thinks mulishly. it wasn’t, it wasn’t that bad. (the media only had a field day with it, actually.) ‘you don’t have to sound so, so scandalized, cook.’
‘what were you thinking, babe,’ cook starts to say and david really doesn’t like that.
‘do you, are you against stuff like that?’ david asks, sure that his frown must be permanently carved into his face, it’s so deep.
‘what? no, no,’ cook let’s out a huff of breath, sounding a little exasperated. ‘i’m only worried about you, david. you know how people can be. give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.’
‘but i didn’t have anything else,’ david explains as he buries back under his blankets where it’s safe, with cook’s voice next to his ear. ‘i, um, i broke my backpack and was running late for the show and it was too much to, like, hand-carry all my things - ’
‘so you decided to use the purse?’
‘well, yeah. everything fit perfectly. um, ellen liked it?’
finally, a chuckle. ‘well, you do look awfully cute in the pictures.’
‘wait, there are pictures already?’
‘yeah, you know the internet is faster than the speed of light,’ cook says with a smirk clearly in his voice. ‘plus, your fans are just scary fast. you should read all the sweet things they’re calling you now.’
‘oh my gosh,’ david moans as he covers his face with his free hand. ‘daniel will never let me live this one down. he’ll have photographic evidence, cook. is this, like, gift receiver’s regret or something?’
cook laughs. ‘what did your dad think of it?’
‘he’s…’ david hesitates. ‘well, he bought me a new backpack.’
‘i figured as much,’ cook says. ‘oh hey, is my dictionary there with you? i couldn’t find it at home.’
david sighs quietly and decides to forget about today. he’s not that sorry to have used the purse; at least johns is happy, wherever he is. ‘it’s with me. you left it in my hotel room last week, remember? gosh, cook, it’s half your fault my bag broke. your things add too much weight.’
‘don’t worry,’ cook teases. ‘i’ll buy you another handbag to replace that one.’
‘oh my gosh, shut up.’
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Rating: PG13
Pairing: David Archuleta/David Cook
Fandom: American Idol (real person slash)
Warnings: slash, real person slash, crack
Disclaimer: I do not own these people because they own themselves. I want an Archie of my own, though. Badly.
A/N: Fourth drabble for koishii_hime after she kindly donated money for the Haiti cause. Oops, sorry for the long wait but I finally got a bit of time to write this one. Yes, it's completely ridiculous and pointless, I know. It is crack.
By: writingpickle
-
it starts as a joke, at first.
david stares with furrowed brows at the object inside the paper bag where bits of colorful paper are sticking out of the top. he looks up at johns, who’s grinning widely at him. ‘um, thank you?’
johns laughs and pats him on the shoulder (at least it’s not on the head; at twenty, he’s a little too old for that, thank goodness). ‘glad you like it, baby dave. didn’t i say he’d like it?’ this he addresses to carly, who’s sitting on the couch holding a beer.
‘you don’t have to like it, david; it’s a stupid gift,’ carly says reassuringly and david feels that way, reassured that is, because wow. um.
‘a handbag?’ cook asks incredulously as he peers over david’s shoulder and pins his disbelieving gaze at johns. ‘you bought david a handbag? you do know he’s not a girl, right? even if he does have ridiculously long eyelashes.’
david feels that saying ‘thank you’ would only worsen the situation and keeps quiet. as the two older men break out in an argument (their fifth that evening alone), david’s gaze is drawn back to his gift. he can see that it’s from an expensive brand he’s not going to name, made out of stiff-looking black leather with a nice curved handle and a silver clasp in front. it’s not actually too girly, now that he thinks about it. it’s still a purse, though, and david is still properly horrified. he could give it to his mom or one of his sisters?
‘…you’re a crappy gift giver,’ cook eventually says and punctuates it with a swig of his beer, looking all tough and manly. not at all like david, with his ridiculously long eyelashes and new handbag, oh my gosh.
johns scowls and drapes an arm over david’s shoulder, lifting his chin in defiance. ‘at least archie is a gracious gift receiver, aren’t you, arch?’
‘um.’
‘you like it, don’t you? it’s quite spacious and nice to look at, honestly.’
‘well, um.’
johns beams at him. ‘it’s all the rage with you youngsters, i hear.’
at this, carly rescues david and smacks johns at the back of his head. ‘stop scaring the poor boy on his birthday,’ she snorts with a roll of his eyes. ‘and we aren’t old and it’s definitely not the rage right now. you were grossly misinformed.’
johns actually looks crestfallen and david’s conscience - bred into him by years of church service and being Mormon - kicks in, prompting him to say, ‘it’s not so bad? um. i can, maybe i’ll use it for, um, it’s not so bad?’
just like that, johns starts grinning again and cook shakes his head mournfully at david. ‘you are too nice, babe.’
-
the thing is.
the thing is.
david has a lot of stuff, okay. there’s his ipod, and his phone, a few novels he reads during flights, and his wallet, and his dozen sharpies and just as much water bottles, and a whole lot of other things. he usually carries them in his backpack, which he’s had, like, forever, but it’s a hassle sometimes to have to dig through it when he’s looking for something. of course, cook’s stuff gets mixed in with his too, such as the picks he throws to the audience during his shows, and cook’s crossword puzzle book, his sudoku book, his dictionary and, just, the combined weight of it all makes his shoulders ache by the end of the day (david won’t actually let his assistant carry his bags like she insists because gosh, that’s not very polite at all).
and the thing is, david doesn’t have any smaller bags to use if he has an interview to do, or a tv show appearance, or even when he and cook are eating out. he has to lug his huge backpack wherever and it makes him look like he’s ten years younger than he really is.
so really, it’s not his fault if the dang handbag starts to become appealing.
it’s big, as johns said, but not too big that there’s enough space left for his things to get all jumbled up and messy. the leather isn’t irritating at all and since it’s basically a plain black purse, it goes well with whatever david wears.
but it is still a purse, which means david slings it over one shoulder and tucks it under his armpit as he walks. it’s even weirder if he clutches it in his hand. he doesn’t want to stereotype himself as gay and who loves handbags because he really doesn’t. he also doesn’t want to insult those like him by being against it and somehow come across as being judgmental of what others like. besides, what will his dad think?
david is caught between a rock and a hard place.
-
of course, on the day that he has an appearance on the ellen degeneres show, his backpack finally falls apart (it’s been crumbling to pieces since american idol began). david stares in dismay at one of the straps that has come off, inwardly panicking because he only has an hour to get to the studio and traffic is brutal this time of the day and he doesn’t have any other bag. he looks frantically around, wondering if he shouldn’t just hand-carry all of the things he will need. wait, no, he has to have his ipod with him, his phone, his markers, his water bottles, that book he’s a chapter away from finishing, and oh my gosh, this is a disaster.
he’s starting to panic, which is never a good thing, when david’s gaze lands on the handbag sitting innocently on top of a table (how it got out of his closet is beyond him). he chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully. he glances at his watch, sighs, and knows that there’s no other choice.
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@michael_jhons
he used it! in your face, you irish wench!
5:29 PM Jan 11th from txt
@carlysmithson
oh grow up, johns
5:43 PM Jan 11th from txt
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his phone buzzes and david pokes his head from under the blankets (the one thing he swore he would never do when he came home earlier) and hesitantly turns the mobile screen-up. he breathes a sigh of relief when it’s cook’s name on the screen.
‘hey,’ he greets somewhat somberly, already knowing what the call is about.
cook doesn’t bother getting around to the topic. ‘you used johns’ handbag?’
the outraged tone is a little much, david thinks mulishly. it wasn’t, it wasn’t that bad. (the media only had a field day with it, actually.) ‘you don’t have to sound so, so scandalized, cook.’
‘what were you thinking, babe,’ cook starts to say and david really doesn’t like that.
‘do you, are you against stuff like that?’ david asks, sure that his frown must be permanently carved into his face, it’s so deep.
‘what? no, no,’ cook let’s out a huff of breath, sounding a little exasperated. ‘i’m only worried about you, david. you know how people can be. give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.’
‘but i didn’t have anything else,’ david explains as he buries back under his blankets where it’s safe, with cook’s voice next to his ear. ‘i, um, i broke my backpack and was running late for the show and it was too much to, like, hand-carry all my things - ’
‘so you decided to use the purse?’
‘well, yeah. everything fit perfectly. um, ellen liked it?’
finally, a chuckle. ‘well, you do look awfully cute in the pictures.’
‘wait, there are pictures already?’
‘yeah, you know the internet is faster than the speed of light,’ cook says with a smirk clearly in his voice. ‘plus, your fans are just scary fast. you should read all the sweet things they’re calling you now.’
‘oh my gosh,’ david moans as he covers his face with his free hand. ‘daniel will never let me live this one down. he’ll have photographic evidence, cook. is this, like, gift receiver’s regret or something?’
cook laughs. ‘what did your dad think of it?’
‘he’s…’ david hesitates. ‘well, he bought me a new backpack.’
‘i figured as much,’ cook says. ‘oh hey, is my dictionary there with you? i couldn’t find it at home.’
david sighs quietly and decides to forget about today. he’s not that sorry to have used the purse; at least johns is happy, wherever he is. ‘it’s with me. you left it in my hotel room last week, remember? gosh, cook, it’s half your fault my bag broke. your things add too much weight.’
‘don’t worry,’ cook teases. ‘i’ll buy you another handbag to replace that one.’
‘oh my gosh, shut up.’
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