Old Teddy Bear [Cookleta] [PG-13]
[title] Old Teddy Bear
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] Unbeta'ed. Any mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/David Archuleta
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 100
[summary] When all hell breaks loose, I lock myself up in my old childhood room and search for a small, almost forgotten box in the back of my closet.
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met David Cook nor David Archuleta. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Mild angst. Implied character death. First person POV.
[author's notes] Written for clover71 who asked for teddy love as a prompt at the prompt post I posted over at cookleta. Feel free to leave any fluffy prompt that I’ll try my best to angstify.
When all hell breaks loose, I lock myself up in my old childhood room and search for a small, almost forgotten box in the back of my closet.
Petty, my old teddy bear, smiles up at me and I already feel better - the feeling only increases when I pick him up and hold him close to my heart.
Adam isn’t here anymore. Life isn’t worth living. So I climb upstairs and let Petty comfort me.
His hand on my shoulder, squeezing tight, he whispers, “Everything will be alright.”
I want to believe, and I relish in Archie’s touch at last.
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] Unbeta'ed. Any mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/David Archuleta
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 100
[summary] When all hell breaks loose, I lock myself up in my old childhood room and search for a small, almost forgotten box in the back of my closet.
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met David Cook nor David Archuleta. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Mild angst. Implied character death. First person POV.
[author's notes] Written for clover71 who asked for teddy love as a prompt at the prompt post I posted over at cookleta. Feel free to leave any fluffy prompt that I’ll try my best to angstify.
When all hell breaks loose, I lock myself up in my old childhood room and search for a small, almost forgotten box in the back of my closet.
Petty, my old teddy bear, smiles up at me and I already feel better - the feeling only increases when I pick him up and hold him close to my heart.
Adam isn’t here anymore. Life isn’t worth living. So I climb upstairs and let Petty comfort me.
His hand on my shoulder, squeezing tight, he whispers, “Everything will be alright.”
I want to believe, and I relish in Archie’s touch at last.