oh my gosh, oh my goodness, JAY. JAY. you have created a monster -- i will now be expecting christmas cookleta ficlets every august from now on!
(actually, that's sort of a lie, but - after this one? SERIOUSLY. i'm considering locking you up and making you my own personal fic writer, js.)
let's start from the top, shall we? good? GOOD.
Belatedly, he wonders how come it's so quiet all of a sudden, and looks around him to find his band-mates all standing behind him silently, wearing various expressions of amazement and hilarity, listening to their sweaty front-man sing an incredibly sappy Christmas song into his cellphone.
still gets me, EVERY SINGLE TIME. because i can totally imagine andy and neal just sort of staring at him, possibly breaking into reckless laughter, one of the two. gosh! i love this scene way too much for its own good.
“Mandy” optional.
you're making me laugh first thing when i wake up, which is possibly the biggest achievement in the world. holy cow, lady!
and then archie, singing to cook over his phone? and archie, accidentally tweeting the entirety of twitter instead of dm'ing? you know archie so well, it's sort of ~insane. like, i feel like if when i meet archie irl, he's going to be the spitting image of your archie. at least i hope he is! especially when it comes to:
Arch licks ketchup from his fingers and launches into a cheery account of launch parties and Christmassing in Time Square and then birthday in Utah.
THE LICKING. cannot accurately describe how much this scene made me ~swoon, what with cook being all flustered and archie being kind of oblivious, and -- oh my gosh, pining!cook is my favorite.
BUT WAIT --- i skipped this part:
A shiver runs up Dave's spine: the thought of sitting beside Archie, in front of a roaring fireplace, taking one foot in his hand, pulling Arch's shoe off--
-- then Archie opens his eyes and sees him in the sound booth, and grins his huge scrunchy grin, and the sound tech makes a cutting movement with his hand.
my face is a permanent :D right now! and -- the hug at the end of that scene?! :D :D :D.
Archie is sitting on a fur-lined bench in the holding area, very much the glamorous pop star in a sharp pea coat, grey pullover, crushed-strawberry-colored cords. Snowflakes sparkle in his dark hair, turning his eyebrows to silver.
thinking of archie like this is possibly the prettiest image i've ever had in my head, and i'm not exaggerating. archie? in a pea coat? snow in his hair and eyebrows? <3333
"Cute? Then it's definitely coming off." Dave yanks, and there's a collective gasp from the Jive hair and makeup people.
"Oh my gosh, think you'd better put it back on, you're scaring the staff," says Arch, and Dave is still laughing when it's time for them to take the stage.
thisssss has happened in real life, i'm pretty sure. oh cook! making the makeup people all ~a-fluster. i can just see him doing this.
"Merry Christmas, David," says Arch, when the song's over.
And in his heart, crashing down, there's a dizzying avalanche of snow.
"We could've used mistletoe," Dave murmurs, leaning in the doorway.
Arch frowns at him. "In the song? Um, I guess it does rhyme..."
He can't remember ever falling this hard, his whole life.
"No, because I intend to kiss you now, Archuleta," Dave says, and takes his best friend firmly by the hand, a backdrop of snowflakes falling in the Christmas night behind them.
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oh my gosh, oh my goodness, JAY. JAY. you have created a monster -- i will now be expecting christmas cookleta ficlets every august from now on!
(actually, that's sort of a lie, but - after this one? SERIOUSLY. i'm considering locking you up and making you my own personal fic writer, js.)
let's start from the top, shall we? good? GOOD.
Belatedly, he wonders how come it's so quiet all of a sudden, and looks around him to find his band-mates all standing behind him silently, wearing various expressions of amazement and hilarity, listening to their sweaty front-man sing an incredibly sappy Christmas song into his cellphone.
still gets me, EVERY SINGLE TIME. because i can totally imagine andy and neal just sort of staring at him, possibly breaking into reckless laughter, one of the two. gosh! i love this scene way too much for its own good.
“Mandy” optional.
you're making me laugh first thing when i wake up, which is possibly the biggest achievement in the world. holy cow, lady!
and then archie, singing to cook over his phone? and archie, accidentally tweeting the entirety of twitter instead of dm'ing? you know archie so well, it's sort of ~insane. like, i feel like
ifwhen i meet archie irl, he's going to be the spitting image of your archie. at least i hope he is! especially when it comes to:Arch licks ketchup from his fingers and launches into a cheery account of launch parties and Christmassing in Time Square and then birthday in Utah.
THE LICKING. cannot accurately describe how much this scene made me ~swoon, what with cook being all flustered and archie being kind of oblivious, and -- oh my gosh, pining!cook is my favorite.
BUT WAIT --- i skipped this part:
A shiver runs up Dave's spine: the thought of sitting beside Archie, in front of a roaring fireplace, taking one foot in his hand, pulling Arch's shoe off--
-- then Archie opens his eyes and sees him in the sound booth, and grins his huge scrunchy grin, and the sound tech makes a cutting movement with his hand.
my face is a permanent :D right now! and -- the hug at the end of that scene?! :D :D :D.
Archie is sitting on a fur-lined bench in the holding area, very much the glamorous pop star in a sharp pea coat, grey pullover, crushed-strawberry-colored cords. Snowflakes sparkle in his dark hair, turning his eyebrows to silver.
thinking of archie like this is possibly the prettiest image i've ever had in my head, and i'm not exaggerating. archie? in a pea coat? snow in his hair and eyebrows? <3333
"Cute? Then it's definitely coming off." Dave yanks, and there's a collective gasp from the Jive hair and makeup people.
"Oh my gosh, think you'd better put it back on, you're scaring the staff," says Arch, and Dave is still laughing when it's time for them to take the stage.
thisssss has happened in real life, i'm pretty sure. oh cook! making the makeup people all ~a-fluster. i can just see him doing this.
"Merry Christmas, David," says Arch, when the song's over.
And in his heart, crashing down, there's a dizzying avalanche of snow.
"We could've used mistletoe," Dave murmurs, leaning in the doorway.
Arch frowns at him. "In the song? Um, I guess it does rhyme..."
He can't remember ever falling this hard, his whole life.
"No, because I intend to kiss you now, Archuleta," Dave says, and takes his best friend firmly by the hand, a backdrop of snowflakes falling in the Christmas night behind them.
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