word count: ~5700
excerpt: The barista laughs, a good belly laugh, his eyes crinkling shut, and Archie takes the opportunity to look at the man's goatee, and the way the sunlight reflects warmly off the russet pinpricks of hair.
notes: i wrote this for the lovely rajkumari905 for the christmas fic exchange at aiholidaybash. pri, i hope you enjoy(ed) this, and have a ( Read more... )

word count ~1000
excerpt The dealer hides a laugh behind his hand.
notes because, apparently, vegas inspires me. just a fun little something!

ETA: now accompanied by a podfic that you can locate here, by the amazing nieliegen! holy cow! ♥

( Cook stops beside the slot machines. He turns and looks at Archie, eyebrows high, mouth open in shock. )

word count ~3000
excerpt it just baffled david that, somewhere along the line, in his mind, it had never clicked that the release of his christmas album would be that big of a deal to cook.
notes a lengthy comment!fic for the lovely, stupendous jehane18, who requested a christmas ficlet. and with the recent leaks of several archie christmas songs, i hope ( Read more... )

word count ~1600
excerpt okay, so that's when things get kind of weird. because cook starts coming into the restaurant really often -- as much as twice a week, sometimes.
notes a long comment!fic for whimsicalwoo, who wanted: au cute-waiter-archie and restaurant-patron-cook making really cheesy, lecherous come-ons, waggling his eyebrows suggestively and archie ( Read more... )

word count ~3000
excerpt "apparently," cook says proudly, and david can practically feel his grin through the phone, "cookleta is our relationship name."
notes i most certainly did not write crack!fic from midnight to 4am last night (or should i say this morning?), and it totally wasn't about how cook and archie discover this post at cookleta_etc, and oh my ( Read more... )

word count ~1300
excerpt and david doesn't think about the fact that he's at the airport in twenty-two minutes when it should've taken him thirty-five, or the fact that it's almost ten o'clock and the stars are peeking out and his dad has no idea where he is.
notes written after that one magnificent tweet procured by the lovely mr. david cook, and ( Read more... )

excerpt His hands slide up the back of your shirt, fingertips follow the path of your spine, and you can feel calluses and the tips of fingernails. He presses softly against each bump of bone, as though he can connect them and plot out your destinies.
notes written for the (AMAZINGLY EPIC AND FANTASTIC) cookleta appreciation post over at ontd_ai!

( They're three weeks into their sessions when David tells Cook that he thinks he's ready for something called the fixed firm pose. Cook thinks it sounds decently boring - and then David does it, and Cook stares at him in horror. )

word count ~9400 (oh my god, i don’t even know how i did that, geez louize)
excerpt To say he knocks you breathless would be a vast understatement - it’s more like he splits you in half; cuts you open and riddles you apart.
notes first cook/archie fic! pretty pumped/nervous about posting it. <3 fic title and section titles are lyrics from various ( Read more... )