first 10 to 15 people get a drabble!just tiny things -- little drabbles to help get my creative juices flowing, and for you to get a little snippet of something you prompt of me
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oh my gosh, where the wild things are <3333 i sobbed my way through that movie. i hope this helps to cheer you up! <3
The idea is both of theirs, actually, to have their wedding at sunrise.
"I mean, a lot of people have their weddings at sunset," Archie tells Carly as she's straightening up his tie and fiddling with the lapels of his suit jacket. "And that's great and all! It's just, Cook and I liked the symbolism of the sunrise-the birth of a new day, the birth of a new marriage, a new life. That sort of thing."
"No, I completely agree," Carly says, nodding emphatically, her thumb touching lightly to the underside of Archie's jaw during her ministrations. "I think the issue at hand is that 5 in the morning is an awful early time to wake up for a wedding."
Archie sighs like he's heard this all before. "Oh my gosh, it's not like Cook and I can control when the sun rises!"
Carly laughs, palms resting flat against Archie's chest. "I know. But if I have morning bags under my eyes in the wedding photos-" She thrusts a finger at his chin, narrows her eyes. "I'm blaming you, mister."
"I'll photoshop 'em out," says Cook from the archway of the gazebo. "I suppose I should use my graphic design degree for something." He's leaning against one side, hands folded in front of him, dressed in the same black tux he wore the night of their Idol finale, and Archie sort of goes breathless, because he looks beautiful.
"Hey, you're not supposed to see me before the wedding," Archie says, but he sounds lame and weak, because, at the moment, that is one wedding tradition that he totally disagrees with. And he can tell that Cook agrees with him, because he just laughs and shakes his head, and then Carly-oh right, she's still here, Archie thinks dazedly-kisses his cheek and then cups it with her hand and whispers, "I'll be outside, love," and as she leaves, she sidles by Cook and kisses his cheek, too.
"Remember that one time," Cook starts as he strides across the gazebo, "when we came to this beach for our second date, and we star-gazed, and I told you you put more stars in my eyes than all the constellations in the skies?"
"Yeah," Archie says, mouth curving upward with the fondness of that memory. "That was when you kissed me for the first time."
Cook takes Archie's hands in his, smiling down at him, and the sun is at that place where it's just about to peek over the horizon, washing the sky in pastel yellows and oranges, and it illuminates Cook, so that the tips of his hair look like they're glowing, and his face is warm and inviting, and it takes everything in Archie not to rise to his tiptoes and kiss him before the actual ceremony's even happened.
"I thought you looked like that gorgeous in the starlight," Cook says, and he sounds awestruck, and-when Cook sounds like that, and he's looking at him like that- "But now, in the early sun, on our wedding day," he says with a squeeze to Archie's hands, "you look even more beautiful than ever."
Archie feels his cheeks grow warm. He glances shyly toward the altar, where all the guests are sitting in their seats, and Michael and Carly and Neal and Andy are waiting anxiously beside the altar, the groomsmen and bridesmaids, and when Michael catches his eye, he points excitedly to where a sliver of sun is arcing over the ocean's horizon.
"I think it's time," Archie breathes, bringing his eyes back to Cook's face, and they fall softly shut when Cook kisses his forehead.
"Listen to all the translations of the stories across the sky," Cook quotes, snugging an arm around Archie's waist and escorting him down the gazebo steps, across the sand that dips and swirls beneath their feet, and leads him to Archie's mama, who looks like she's already fighting back tears.
Archie squeezes Cook's hand before Cook makes his way quickly to the altar, and Neal pats his back when he gets there. Cook turns back to Archie, calm, but his eyes are bright, and his chest is rising and falling like the waves behind him.
Archie smiles at his mom and takes her hand. "We drew our own constellations," he quotes back, and his eyes find Cook's, and he walks.
OH GOD. MY HEART. IT IS YOU, AND YOUR WONDERFUL STORIES THAT ARE SO OMG SWEET AND JUST EVERYTHING ABOUT WHAT IT SHOULD FEEL LIKE BUT NOT CHEESY OR CLICHE THAT WILL RUIN ME FOR RELATIONSHIPS FOREVER. ROFL. OH GOD. SOSUHFJLSS. *FLAILS* I AM DONE.
The idea is both of theirs, actually, to have their wedding at sunrise.
"I mean, a lot of people have their weddings at sunset," Archie tells Carly as she's straightening up his tie and fiddling with the lapels of his suit jacket. "And that's great and all! It's just, Cook and I liked the symbolism of the sunrise-the birth of a new day, the birth of a new marriage, a new life. That sort of thing."
"No, I completely agree," Carly says, nodding emphatically, her thumb touching lightly to the underside of Archie's jaw during her ministrations. "I think the issue at hand is that 5 in the morning is an awful early time to wake up for a wedding."
Archie sighs like he's heard this all before. "Oh my gosh, it's not like Cook and I can control when the sun rises!"
Carly laughs, palms resting flat against Archie's chest. "I know. But if I have morning bags under my eyes in the wedding photos-" She thrusts a finger at his chin, narrows her eyes. "I'm blaming you, mister."
"I'll photoshop 'em out," says Cook from the archway of the gazebo. "I suppose I should use my graphic design degree for something." He's leaning against one side, hands folded in front of him, dressed in the same black tux he wore the night of their Idol finale, and Archie sort of goes breathless, because he looks beautiful.
"Hey, you're not supposed to see me before the wedding," Archie says, but he sounds lame and weak, because, at the moment, that is one wedding tradition that he totally disagrees with. And he can tell that Cook agrees with him, because he just laughs and shakes his head, and then Carly-oh right, she's still here, Archie thinks dazedly-kisses his cheek and then cups it with her hand and whispers, "I'll be outside, love," and as she leaves, she sidles by Cook and kisses his cheek, too.
"Remember that one time," Cook starts as he strides across the gazebo, "when we came to this beach for our second date, and we star-gazed, and I told you you put more stars in my eyes than all the constellations in the skies?"
"Yeah," Archie says, mouth curving upward with the fondness of that memory. "That was when you kissed me for the first time."
Cook takes Archie's hands in his, smiling down at him, and the sun is at that place where it's just about to peek over the horizon, washing the sky in pastel yellows and oranges, and it illuminates Cook, so that the tips of his hair look like they're glowing, and his face is warm and inviting, and it takes everything in Archie not to rise to his tiptoes and kiss him before the actual ceremony's even happened.
"I thought you looked like that gorgeous in the starlight," Cook says, and he sounds awestruck, and-when Cook sounds like that, and he's looking at him like that- "But now, in the early sun, on our wedding day," he says with a squeeze to Archie's hands, "you look even more beautiful than ever."
Archie feels his cheeks grow warm. He glances shyly toward the altar, where all the guests are sitting in their seats, and Michael and Carly and Neal and Andy are waiting anxiously beside the altar, the groomsmen and bridesmaids, and when Michael catches his eye, he points excitedly to where a sliver of sun is arcing over the ocean's horizon.
"I think it's time," Archie breathes, bringing his eyes back to Cook's face, and they fall softly shut when Cook kisses his forehead.
"Listen to all the translations of the stories across the sky," Cook quotes, snugging an arm around Archie's waist and escorting him down the gazebo steps, across the sand that dips and swirls beneath their feet, and leads him to Archie's mama, who looks like she's already fighting back tears.
Archie squeezes Cook's hand before Cook makes his way quickly to the altar, and Neal pats his back when he gets there. Cook turns back to Archie, calm, but his eyes are bright, and his chest is rising and falling like the waves behind him.
Archie smiles at his mom and takes her hand. "We drew our own constellations," he quotes back, and his eyes find Cook's, and he walks.
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On the floor. I am a mess.
OMG.
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PLEASE DONUT BE GONE FROM MY LIFE. D:
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"Oh my gosh, it's not like Cook and I can control when the sun rises!"
LOLZ. Though I'm with Carly, to be anywhere at 5am? I'd be yawning through the ceremony. I love the symbolism though. <3
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