writefiction | The Play List Writing Exercise!

Oh my god! This was so much fun to do! It's been floating around my flist and I decided I had to do it since I have a pretty diverse selection of music on my iTunes from Hanson to Adam Lambert, from country to rap. So this turned out pretty good, I think. Well, read on.....

RULES:

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.

2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random.

3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the length of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!

4. Do five of these and post them

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Title: Obsessed by Miley Cyrus
Pairing: Adommy (my first one!)
Rating: PG-13 for an eff word
Notes: written for the play list drabble/ficlet writing exercise
Summary: Am I obsessed with you? I do my best not to want you. But I do all the time. I do all the time.
　

Ever since he kissed me at the AMA’s I can’t get him out of my head. I’m even losing sleep over it. I close my eyes and he’s there, behind my eyelids. I’m beginning to think I’m obsessed. Especially at three A.M. when I pick up the phone and call him.

“’lo?” he answers groggily.

“Hey,” I murmur.

“Tommy? What the fuck?” he asks. “It’s three in the morning.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” I apologize quietly.

There’s a moment of silence. Then, “Tommy? What’s going on?”

“I um, I just… I was kind of feeling, I don’t know, lonely or something. I just needed to hear your voice,” I answer nervously.

“Tommy…? What’s going on?”

“I think I’m obsessed with you.”

~fin~

　

Title: Your Love is My Drug by Ke$ha
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Kradam (unrequited)
Rating: PG for a mention of “herbs” lol
Notes: written for the play list drabble/ficlet writing exercise
Summary: Your love is a drug.

“Adam? Yo! Adam!” Alisan snaps her fingers in front of my face. I blink and shake my head.

“Sorry. What were you saying?” I ask, turning my gaze back to her.

“Sweetie,” she says, covering my hand with hers. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting all… Strung out or something? Did you smoke some bad herbs?” She tries to hide the smirk coming over her face by taking a sip of her coffee.

“Alisan!” I whine. “It’s not funny. And the only thing I’m getting high on lately is Kris Allen.” I mumble the name and she quirks an eyebrow at me.

“What?”

“I just… See that guy over there?” I nod my head towards the window. She takes a discreet look and then nods. “He reminds me of Kris. I can’t stop staring at him. It’s unnerving.”

“Sweetie…” she sighs.

“He’s like a drug, Ali, and I feel so… low without him. It’s been hard since the tour ended,” I explain.

My best friend sighs again. “Sweetie, you need to get over him. He’s straight and married for that matter. You’re not a cheater and neither is he. Besides, he’s straight.”

“The price I’d be willing to pay for just one night with him…” I shake my head. “He really is a drug and I’m an addict.”

~fin~

Title: I Always Get What I Want by Avril Lavigne
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Adommy
Rating: light R for an eff word and some touching
Notes: written for the play list drabble/ficlet writing exercise
Summary: Give me what I want, cuz I’m a big shot!

Tommy comes up to me after our AMA performance. “What the fuck, man?! What was that?!” I shrug. “You kissed me!” he exclaims. “And I’m straight!”

I snort. “Sure you are, Sweetie.”

“I am!” Tommy argues. I move closer to him and pull him into another kiss, shoving my tongue in to his mouth. He moans loudly when I rub my hand over his cock.

I pull back suddenly and grin, leaving him breathless, lips kiss swollen, cock hard. “I always get what I want,” I tell him. “Even the straight boys.” I wink and walk away, swaying my hips.

~fin~

Title: Yeah! By Usher featuring Lil’ John & Ludacris
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: established Kradam
Rating: R for club sexiness.
Notes: written for the play list drabble/ficlet writing exercise
Summary: Kris learns how to dance.

“Ooh! This is my favorite song!” Adam squeals. We’re at his favorite club in West Hollywood. “Come dance with me!” He exclaims climbing off his bar stool.

“But, Adam, I don’t know how to dance,” I complain.

“Pwease, Krissifer?” he pleads with big round puppy dog eyes and a pout. How am I supposed to say no to that?

I sigh, hanging my head and hold out my hand. Adam claps and squeals and grabs hold of my hand, pulling me out to the middle of the dance floor. “Just follow my lead,” he says, swiveling his hips in time with the beat.

I purse my lips concentrating hard, but I know it doesn’t look right. Nothing would look as good as Adam’s hips moving in tight little circles. My boyfriend moves closer and places his hands on my hips, moving them in the right direction. He presses closer, pushing our hips together, our clothed cocks rubbing. “Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs against my ear. “See, you’re getting it.” He nibbles at my earlobe.

I sigh quietly, my heart pounding in time with the music. Why couldn’t we be doing this somewhere private like his spacious living room? That way, I could just drag him to the bedroom when the song was over… or earlier than that if need be. As it is, my pants are becoming painfully tight with the way he’s grinding against me.

Then he turns me around and starts to grind in to my ass. This is not going well. I swear if he keeps this up, I’m going to cum in my pants, something I haven’t done since I was a teenager.

Adam leans down to my ear, licking at the shell. “Thanks for dancing with me, babe. You wanna go home now?” I nod eagerly. He slaps my ass and pulls me out of the club.

~fin~

Title: Someone’s Watching Over Me by Hilary Duff
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Kradam with a hint of past Kris/Katy
Rating: G
Notes: written for the play list drabble/ficlet writing exercise
Summary: A year after Katy’s death, Kris follows his heart home.

As I get off the plane, I realize that I’ve just run away from the only life I’ve ever known. The life where things were easy. But I had to make this change. After losing Katy, I went in to a deep depression that no one could pull me out of. But now I know, she’s still here, watching over me, pushing me to make the change we both know was there all along.

The cab pulls up outside of Adam’s house and I can’t believe how nervous I am. I pay the cabbie and climb from the car. With bags in hand, I walk up to his front door. I look up in to the sky and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. I ring the bell and wait.

Adam opens the door and for a second he looks surprised to see me. But then a wide grin splits his face. “Kris!” he exclaims pulling me in to a full body hug. I bury my face in his chest, the place I’ve missed the most. His scent is so comforting. “What are you doing here?” he asks, ushering me in to the house.

I stop and look him straight in the eye. “I’m following my heart,” I tell him.

“What?” he asks.

“After this past year, after losing Katy, I’ve finally found myself. I didn’t realize how lost I truly was,” I explain. “But I know what I want. I know what my heart wants. It’s you, Adam, it’s always been you.”

“But Katy…” Adam says softly.

“She’s still here,” I tell him, pointing to my heart. “She’ll never be far away. But I know she wants me to be happy and being happy for me, is being with you.” I step up to my best friend and cup his face in my hands. “Please,” I whisper.

“Are you sure?” Adam asks, licking his lips.

I nod. “I followed my heart to you.”

“It’s going to be hard. Going from the previously straight, married man to being the widower, gay guy,” he says.

“I’m ready,” I tell him softly.

Adam gives a short nod, then leans his lips down to mine and I know someone’s watching over me, making my dream come true, healing my broken heart.

~fin~

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