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i am frantically flailing, woozy, inhaling | cook/archuleta | pg13
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... ) -
i will hold your hand and we'll both stand tall | cook/archuleta | pg13
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... ) -
five various comment fics | cook/archuleta | pg, pg13
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. ) -
it takes one look to make the stars worth reaching for | cook/archuleta | pg13
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... ) -
the creased edges of a black and white photograph | robert pattinson/kristen stewart | pg13
word count 1053
excerpt And then the woman behind the big black camera lens says, “Cut”, and that’s exactly what he’ll do to her heart. Even the edge of scissors couldn’t damage her like he does.
( but then she’ll tug on the hem of her shirt and wrap her arms around her torso, and he knows he’s crossed the invisible line that his toes love to dance along. ) -
the three times chuck bass didn't say i love you, and the one time he did | chuck/blair | r
word count 2904
excerpt By the time she reached the car, his heart was just shards, fractions of what used to be capable of loving her. She was his scissors, and his glue, too.
( She was his noose, and Marcus was the square piece of wood that dropped beneath him. ) -
i'll choose flight over fight any day | robert pattinson/kristen stewart | pg15
word count 1195
excerpt Her fingers itched for something to do. They moved from the hem of her shirt, calloused fingertips running along smooth threaded patterns, to the rough ends of her hair.
notes written for the "mile high club" prompt at twilight_rpf
( Someone should have warned her how long this fucking flight would be. )
