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[American Idol] [David Archuleta/David Cook] [G]

So hey, [livejournal.com profile] fallenangels607, I hear it's your birthday today. And - okay, I know we haven't been talking as much these days because I suck and am never around, and also you have, I don't know, an actual life? But seriously, like, you know how much I adore you, and I don't see that changing anytime soon, and if there's anything else I need to say to you, I think this story - and this part, especially - does it for me. So here's to the most FANTASTICAL, FAMAZING BIRTHDAY EVER. And I hope you enjoy getting older while you're still young! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

All earlier parts of the 'verse can be found here.



Just an Ordinary Love Story (that's what we are)

Part Five


David's always been awkward around new people – especially when it's crowds of new people. He just never knows what to say, and his life really isn't all that interesting, so it's not like he has funny anecdotes to share or anything.

Cook's the total opposite, though, which is awesome, oh my gosh. He can talk to anyone and make them like him (which, okay, David already knows that from firsthand experience, but it's different when he gets to watch Cook in action, like, his effect on other people or whatever). Cook's so good at it, in fact, that he even kind of rubs off on David a little bit, till David actually starts enjoying himself enough to start a conversation about organic vegetables with Tricia, whom he hasn't seen in forever (and who's his, um, third cousin twice removed or something? David doesn't even remember anymore).

"I mean it's totally the healthier option," Tricia says, and Cook nods, gravely. "But, like, when you add up all that extra cost it's kind of--oh. my. gosh! Jazz!"

And before David has time to press her for the rest of that statement, Jazzy materializes in front of them, Jeff on her arm, and a couple David's never seen before right beside them. Jazzy sort of flails a little, and then Tricia makes another excited, um, squeeing noise, and drags Jazzy off to a corner to, like, talk about the sequins on her wedding dress or something.

"Oh my gosh," David says, under his breath, once they're safely out of earshot. "I haven't even met some of these people! Just, how do you keep all of this stuff straight?"

"Practice," Cook says, on a laugh. "Lots and lots of--"

"Dave?"

There's Cook's hand, warm on the small of his back, and David doesn't realize how heavily he's leaning into Cook until he feels Cook stiffen, suddenly, feels Cook's open palm clench into a tight, tight fist behind him.

"Cook?" David says, uncertainly. Cook's eyes are too dark to read when he turns, and then David's distracted by Jeff saying, "Hey guys. This is Michael, a buddy of mine. And this is his wife, Stacey. Mike, this is Jazzy's brother, David."

"Hi," David says, and reaches for Michael's hand. Beside him, Cook goes even tenser. "Um," David says. "This - he's David, too. David Cook. My, um – my--"

"Escort," Cook interrupts. His voice is strangely hard. "For the evening."

David practically feels his stomach knot, and his throat is so scratchy with panic he can't even speak.

Michael gets this really weird look on his face for a second, but it disappears as he reaches for Cook's hand, and he says, easily, "Good to meet you, mate."

David's pretty sure he should be relieved right about now, but Cook barely smiles back, barely even makes to extend his own hand, and David's stomach clenches up even harder.

Then Stacey says, too brightly, "So how did you two meet?" and David blinks and, on auto-pilot, turns to Cook--

"I'll go get you something to drink," Cook says.

"...Okay?" David says uncertainly, completely thrown. "Thank you?"

"I'll join you," Michael offers.

"I'm fine, thanks," Cook says, shortly, and turns away.

David's pretty sure he's not imagining the other weird look Michael gives Cook this time.

"Yeah," Jeff says, then, and David tries, guiltily, to return his focus back to their conversation. "Jazzy said something about a surprise party?"

David tries to make (awkward) small talk for another second, though he's pretty sure the only reason he gets away with it is the fact that Jeff plays mediator the entire time, and also the fact that he really, really loves Jazzy, and also the fact that he's known David for, like, a decade or something by now. But when it's actually been fifteen minutes (versus, um, just feeling like it's been forever), and Cook still hasn't come back with the drinks, David excuses himself to go looking for him.

It's not hard to figure out where Cook is, really. Once David exhausts the restaurant, and the men's room, there's really only one place Cook could be.

Cook's hunched into himself, his back tense and his head lowered, when David pushes the curtains to the balcony back. He doesn't look up, not even when David inches closer.

"Fuck," Cook's hissing, under his breath. He slams his palms against the balcony railing, and David winces. "Fuck, motherfucking son of a bitch." He scrubs a hand over his face. "Jesus, Dave, get a fucking grip."

Hesitantly, David steps fully out onto the verandah. "Cook?"

Cook spins around, caught off-guard, and then ducks his head back down again. David sees the brief disappointment there anyway. "Archie," Cook says. His voice dips, unsteadily, and he clears his throat. "Sorry, man. I'm - I'll be inside in a sec, okay? Just - give me a minute."

It shouldn't have taken this long, probably, but it finally hits David, then. All of a sudden he realizes -- this is the guy. The guy who - all of Cook's jokes (stories) about burning his suits, and – and being stupid.

This is the guy.

But--"He has a wife!" David wants to say. He fumbles it, though, and somehow what he ends up hearing from himself is, "Do you want to get some air? We could, um – there's a park nearby? If you want."

Cook does lift his head, then. David has a second to register the surprise written all over his face before it melts into something almost like relief. "Yeah," Cook says, eventually. "I could use some air." His voice is rougher than David's ever heard it, and there's an unexpected curl of heat low in David's stomach. Cook hesitates another moment, then forces a smile as he adds, "I, uh, I could just -- if they'd miss you, I can handle the air on my own."

David doesn't take the bait (and, um, yeah, he can totally tell when Cook's trying to bait him now okay). "They won't miss me," he says.

It's not really a lie.

Probably.

And Cook's half-nod of acknowledgment, the grateful curve of his mouth... a maybe lie is totally worth that.



It's late in the afternoon by the time they slip out of the restaurant, and the sun's already starting to set. it's warm and balmy out, and there's a gentle breeze teasing the ticklish curl of hair at the base of David's neck.

Cook's hands are jammed in his pockets as he walks, and he doesn't offer any funny anecdotes, or bad jokes, or stupid stories (which, David realizes, suddenly, he's totally been doing from the beginning), so they're both quiet for a while. There are a million things David could say, and about a million more questions he could ask, but he struggles for words anyway, for anything to break the silence, oh my gosh, the longer they go without talking, the longer he has to think about – about Michael, and Cook, and what could've happened between them, and whether Stacey knows, or – or maybe approves, and then his mind circles around the idea of Michael and Cook, together--and there's a sharp jerk in his chest, something that feels dangerously like--

On the heels of desperation, David starts to hum.

Cook looks over at him, eyebrow canted curiously, but then his mouth curves into another smile David can't read, and he joins in.

David feels himself relax, involuntarily, and it takes a little longer, a little more coaxing, but then Cook totally starts to relax too. They take turns free-styling with little rifts and, when the song ends, with picking the next one. They keep egging each other on, just making stuff up and trying to thread their harmonies together, and David hasn't heard of a bunch of the songs Cook chooses, but it doesn't even matter, he's having so much fun - it's never like this, not even in school, where it's always about scales and sheet music and stuff, which is great, too, honestly, it's just... not like this - and he just goes with it.

All too soon, they get to the park, and David holds onto the last note for a long beat before reluctantly letting it go. "Not bad, Archuleta," Cook says, as they slow to a stroll. David can't help the snick of pride he feels at the admiration in Cook's voice. "That Bieber kid better watch out for you."

"Oh my gosh!" David protests, swatting ineffectually at Cook's arm. "Why are you even--he's, like, twelve."

"Because you're so much older," Cook says, and laughs when David rolls his eyes.

"We've totally been over this," David points out. "I'm, like, a year away from turning legal."

"I gotta tell you, man," Cook says, grinning. "That doesn't help your case much."

David sighs, but when he looks up, Cook's still smiling, almost like the afternoon never happened, and--

"So you're--" David begins, cautiously. "Are you--"

"Yeah," Cook says, a long, long second after David trails off, and David is kind of glad Cook doesn't need him to finish the question. The smile he offers David is small but real. "Thanks, man. I needed this." He pauses, almost awkwardly, and then says, "Look, about tonight, it - I was really unprofessional in there, and I--"

David shakes his head. "It's okay, Cook."

"No," Cook insists. "It's not. Listen, I'm a lot better at my job than it seems right now, and I just want you to know--"

He hesitates again, then opens his mouth like he might say more (and David finds himself leaning forward, closer, hoping--)

And then there's a sudden burst of heat beside them, and a loud, whooping, "Fuck yeah!"

David startles when Cook does, and they both turn to where a huge bonfire is suddenly crackling merrily beside them, a couple of feet away. There are a bunch of teenagers crowded around it, slapping each other on the back and laughing, like some kind of weird tribal dance or whatever.

"Oh," David says, belatedly realizing that maybe fire and Cook aren't the best combination right now. He tugs Cook aside. "Um, I – if you -- could you maybe wait till after the wedding to burn this suit?"

Cook's startled into a laugh at that, and David feels something warm settle deep in his gut. It's been happening a lot lately. "You're something else, Archuleta," Cook says, fondly. "You know that?"



They head back to the party a little while after that, because David's pretty sure they're going to send a search party out if they notice his absence, but once they get there, Cook seems fine again, or close enough to it anyway. He does give Michael a wide berth the rest of the evening, though, and David sticks close to him while he does it.

David catches Michael shooting them these looks every so often, like they're a puzzle he's trying to solve, and each time David looks away before he can say or do something rude.

It's – he's not like this at all, not usually; he's never been the confrontational type. But when he thinks about the way Cook's mouth goes tight around Michael, the way his eyes harden, it just – it makes him feel--

"Archie," Cook murmurs, low in his ear, and David feels his pulse hitch when Cook strokes a thumb over the back of his hand. Which is when he realizes his hand, the one tucked into Cook's – and when did that happen? – is clenched, tight.

"Oh my gosh!" David blurts, as he loosens his hold. "Sorry! I – just, I wasn't paying attention--"

"Yeah, because that killer grip really did a number on me," Cook says, and nudges David's shoulder with his own. "You okay?"

David manages a smile, and lets out a long, low breath. "Yeah," he says, finally, and studiously doesn't look over at Michael again. "Yes. I'm fine. I, um – do you wanna leave? I mean, it's been a long day, and we're going to see everyone here again tomorrow anyway."

If Cook's surprised by the request, he doesn't show it. "Let's hit the road."



It's like the entire lunch is forgotten the second they leave the restaurant. Cook's talking a mile a minute, and David's just settled to feeling like they've regained equilibrium when they reach their hotel. Cook starts fiddling with his phone as they get into the elevator, and he's grinning, one arm slung casually around David's shoulders as they go in, but when they come out he's slipped his phone into his pocket, and he isn't smiling anymore.

David nudges him a little, and gets nothing but a half-smile in response.

Cook gets this pinched look the closer they get to their room, and says, "Hey, you know, I think I'm gonna take off for a while," as David fumbles with the card key.

David looks up. He doesn't need to guess to know what this is about. Before he can catch himself, he says, "Can I come with?"

There's a flash of something on Cook's face, something that looks like - like maybe...

"It's okay," Cook says, and shakes his head. "It's, uh, you're probably wiped, man, and tomorrow's gonna be a real--"

"No," David shakes his head. "No, Cook, I want to."

"David," Cook says.

"I'm not - I just think maybe you shouldn't be alone right now."

Cook opens his mouth – to argue or crack a joke or--something, David isn't sure what, but he sees Cook bite it back, and David scrambles to put the room key back in his pocket and follow Cook back towards the elevator before Cook can change his mind.



Even before they get outside, David knows this isn't the same as before. Cook's not – he's all melancholic, and David can tell right away that this is going to take, like, serious heavy-lifting on his part or whatever to cheer Cook up again.

"I, um," he ventures, after they've been walking in silence for a couple of minutes. "I know this bar?"

Cook turns to him, then, his weary expression dissolved into disbelief, at least momentarily. "I'm listening."



The thing is, 'bar' maybe isn't the best word to describe the place.

Just – it sort of is one, but Mormon, so there's no alcohol or whatever, and David goes there mostly because they bring in these, like, awesome live bands and stuff, only that night is apparently Karaoke Night.

"Well that's unfortunate," David says, as they settle into a booth. ("We might as well," Cook says, eyebrow raised as he follows David inside. "But just so you know, this is a total cop-out.")

"That's a whole lot of unfortunate," Cook agrees, wincing at the current act's latest sour note. "You are so going to have to make this up to me."

"Um," David says, midway of picking up the menu. "What?"

"Oh, don't even, Archuleta," Cook says. "You're totally going up there."

"Um?" David repeats. "What?"

"You heard me," Cook says, smugly, and apparently he's, like, in cahoots with the managers or something because that's when they ask for the next volunteer, and Cook yells out his name and sort of, um, shoves him out of his seat.

So David totally has to go up then, because there are people, like, whistling at him or whatever, and also, the spotlight is kind of there, on him, and he makes a half-panicked gesture at Cook before letting Rick herd him up onstage. "So – hi there," he says, and waves a hand awkwardly as Cook whoops and hollers his name. "My name's David, and I'm trying to cheer my friend up tonight, and apparently this is what he wants me to do, so, like, if I suck you guys can laugh or whatever and -- or you guys can laugh either way, I guess, um. But anyway, I'm going to sing a little Edwin McCain tonight, if that's okay. So – here goes."

David loves I'll Be - has loved it from the first time Claudia played it for him on the computer they shared and told him, dreamily, that it was the song she was going to set her first dance to - and he's sung it a billion times, maybe more, but tonight feels different.

Cook's watching him with this strange, serious, rapt expression, one David doesn't think he's ever seen before, like David's the only one in the room, and--it feels different.

David blushes through the entire song.

"David--" Cook says, later, once David's high-fived his way through the crowd and back to their booth (and oh my gosh, there were way more people here than he'd realized).

"Um, so it's totally your turn to get up there now," David says, before Cook can say anything else that'll probably, like, make him blush his head off again.

"What?" Cook demands, but then one of the guitarists – Maya – is at their table, already tugging on Cook's arm to get him to his feet, and Cook throws his straw at David before giving in with a laugh. David just grins at him, unrepentantly, but then Cook actually gets onstage, and somehow persuades Maya to let him try her guitar on for size, and then Cook's singing, about honeyed lips and burning desire, oh my heck, and David sinks lower into his seat, his skin practically on fire, and wishes he'd thought about his plan a little more before its execution.



"That was amazing," Cook says, bumping David's shoulder with his own as they walk down the street back towards their hotel. "I didn't think people gave standing ovations in bars."

"Ha!" David says, triumphantly. "You totally admitted it was a bar."

"Because that was the point I was trying to make," Cook shoots back, but he's still grinning, and David finds himself grinning back. "Seriously man, that was awesome. Thanks for showing me around town."

"It was one place," David says. "That doesn't really qualify as around town."

"Okay, you really need to learn to take a compliment," Cook says, and David colors on cue, which just makes Cook laugh, sigh, like David hadn't seen that one coming.

He ignores it in favor of rummaging around his pockets for the room key, and he's surprised (but glad) when Cook doesn't push the issue. That is, he's glad until he looks up again, when he realizes Cook's holding his cell phone, wearing that same, pinched look from earlier in the day.

David puts an uncertain hand on Cook's wrist, briefly, and Cook looks up with a tight smile that's almost painful to look at, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes, but he puts his phone back in his pocket without replying, and follows David into the room.

Just like that, David feels the mood shift again. They've been out all night trying to pretend this isn't actually happening, like it's some chapter in a book they can just gloss over, but David knows firsthand that that isn't how life works. Denial only ever gets you so far.

"Do you want the day off tomorrow?" he asks, eventually, as Cook flops down onto his bed.

"What?"

"I mean – it wouldn't be a big deal if you missed it," David offers. "It's just the tasting menu. Jazzy won't mind."

Cook's sitting up now, watching him, and for the first time since they've been in Utah, it looks like Cook wants to say yes. "But Aunt Em--"

"I think she likes you," David says, with a small smile. "I don't think she'll try to make me sit on anyone else's lap just because you're not around for, like, two hours."

Again, Cook hesitates.

"I'll be okay, you know," David adds, with more confidence than he feels. "They're my family."

Cook tilts his head, then, studying David for a minute, and oh my gosh, David wishes he knew what Cook was thinking.

"Michael was one of my clients," Cook says, finally.

David's heart stops.

Cook drops his gaze, fingers clenched around the thin fabric of his bedsheets. His mouth is twisted, humorlessly. "He's a businessman, and there was... a particular crowd he was trying to impress for a project. He hired me, said it would be an easy, one-time deal." Cook pauses for a second, then shakes his head. "Then it was twice, three times, and he started asking for... other services, and suddenly he was a regular.

"He bought me suits, took me out and showed me off, and then we'd come back and he'd fuck me in his hotel room." Cook's voice drops a notch, low and dirty. "I probably should've asked to see his place after the first year."

David sucks in a shuddering breath, and hears Cook do the same.

"But I got stupid," Cook adds, after a beat, with a hollow laugh. "I believed everything he told me. Every fucking word. And then I found out the bastard was married." Cook swallows, hard. "He told me he wouldn't be needing my services anymore, and that I could keep the suits. Like it was the suits I--"

Cook stops abruptly, and shakes his head.

"Cook--" David says.

"No," Cook interrupts. "I shouldn't - I'm not the one who -- I'll go with you tomorrow. I just - I wanted you to know. That's all. And I don't want you to think--"

"Okay," David says gently, as he slides over to sit beside Cook. He's not sure which one of them needs the contact more. "We'll both go."



And -- okay, David knows Cook can look out for himself. But after everything – after the previous night – he starts doing it too. It's surprisingly easy to spot the telltale signs that Michael's getting to Cook once he's watching out for them.

The clenched jaw, a sudden change in direction, a furrowed brow. All things David can see even from across the room (not that he likes being extracted from Cook's side too often) and he sees it again as he's talking to one of his relatives, sees Cook's face change, and excuses himself right away so he can distract Cook.

Michael's with his wife, watching Cook from over her shoulder. And the look on Cook's face...

Cook's never let him flounder, or look stupid, or anything like that, and he's dealt really well with David's entire family, even Aunt Em, and he doesn't deserve to - to look like that, not after everything he's done.

In some burst of affectionate bravado David murmurs, "um, Cook," and when Cook looks down, eyes hooded and jaw clenched, David leans up into him and presses their mouths together so fast he nearly unbalances them both.

Cook makes a low, surprised sound, but then steadies himself with a hand to David's back, and goes with it.

The kiss is slow, and warm, and deep, and David fists his hands in the lapel of Cook's jacket when he feels one of Cook's hands come up to cup the back of his neck. He feels loose and shaky all at once, and he has to make himself remember to pull back, to open his eyes and breathe and ask--

"Is he still watching?"

"What?" Cook blinks, and seems to take a second to find his balance. "David, was that--"

"I just," David says, helplessly. "You've been watching him watch us all night."

Cook stares at him for a moment, then smiles. It's half-hearted but real. "Thanks," he says, roughly.

"Um," David replies, fingers twitching with the effort it's taking to not touch his mouth right now. "You're welcome."

Cook looks at him for another small eternity, like he's figuring something out, before he lifts a hand and says, "you've got a little something -- just let me," and then he's skimming the pad of his thumb over David's jaw, and leaning in to kiss him again. And David isn't, like - this kissing thing isn't a foreign concept to him, exactly, but--Cook really knows what he's doing.

There's this hot, twisty thing in David's stomach, and - oh my gosh, it totally wasn't this warm a minute ago.

He blinks when Cook pulls away a heartbeat of a second later, fingers clenched tight around the fabric of Cook's blazer. "Could we maybe, um," he says.

"Yeah," Cook says, breathlessly, and leads them outside.

"I'm--" David says.

"Shut up," Cook says, and pushes him back against the wall, both hands planted on either side of his head, and David lets out a long breath and murmurs, "Okay," and leans in so Cook can kiss him again.



On to Part Six.
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Date: 2010-06-07 09:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jehane-writes.livejournal.com
Hey, doll, you're back! <333 With another chapter of my fave verse; SO MUCH LOVE.

I LOVED that you made MJohns the suit guy! That seems totally fitting.

Also love "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For", because, U2. And "I'll Be", because Arch is that awesome.

AND THAT KISS AT THE END. <333

Psst. "Stella" should be "Stacey"?

Date: 2010-06-07 09:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amfiguree.livejournal.com
YAY I AM SO PLEASED YOU ENJOYED. :DDDDDDDDDD

and i have fixed that now, augh. i am a moron. ty!

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Date: 2010-06-07 09:43 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] pixiebeanz.livejournal.com
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NAT FIC. SURPRISE, UNEXPECTED NAT FIC. ASJFKJGLFK I DON'T HOW MUCH MORE GLEEFULNESS I CAN TAKE AFTER YESTERDAY.

Date: 2010-06-07 09:52 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] pixiebeanz.livejournal.com
EEEEEEEEEEEEE KISSING. AND ARCHIE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE AND BEING ALL PROTECTIVE OF COOK. AND, NNNNNNGH, COOK PUSHING HIM UP AGAINST THE WALL AT THE END.

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Date: 2010-06-07 09:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penrith1.livejournal.com
OMG I am jumping up and down. Running to read this NOW

Date: 2010-06-07 09:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clover71.livejournal.com
aaaahhhhhh!!!!! i missed this fic!!! and omigosh!!! i love the twist!!! with michael and cook and archie cheering up cook and this is just awesome!!! and brilliant!!! i'm so sorry for the tons of '!' i'm using. i'm just that excited to see this.

*goes back to read again*

Date: 2010-06-16 08:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
YAY CHRIS. i am so pleased you enjoyed it! :D i've had the twist in mind for a while now so i'm just glad it worked out!

Date: 2010-06-07 09:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maimiejay.livejournal.com
FLIJEFLJFLDKFKKDKFOWROZIQD.

THI I THE GREATEST THING TO WAKE UP TO EVER. I swear to God. I adore this. Bad Michael though! :(

I don't even care how long we've been waiting, this is still amazing and incredible.

Love it! xo

Date: 2010-06-16 08:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
THANK YOU SO MUCH. that is the biggest compliment ever, hee. i am so terrible about updating, and i'm going to try to be better, but i can make no promises! i'm just glad you're still enjoying it, bb! and thank you for letting me know!

Date: 2010-06-07 09:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bitterlotus.livejournal.com
Wah, this is wonderful! I loved it! I'm not terrifically coherent right now, but suffice to say I enjoyed it immensely. There's going to be more right?! ♥

Date: 2010-06-16 08:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
thank you so much for the lovely fb! and yeah, there is definitely going to be more, but i can make no promises as to when! :D

Date: 2010-06-07 10:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penrith1.livejournal.com
Whoop tee doooo. That was fantastic. This is one of my all time favs and I hated that it was a WIP but as they say never give up hoping.
Having Michael as the other man was a stroke of genius. I so didn't expect that. It's amazing how the canon feeds so well into this AU.
Oh and little David. Such a beautiful caring character. Oh and vulnerable Cook is to die for. Ohh and I'm babbling.

Now all I need is more of the podfic and of course for you to finally give us the gift of the rest of this. No pressure - yes pressure.

Date: 2010-06-16 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
aww, thank you so much for sticking with this and being patient with me, bb. i've said this from the start, and i'm going to keep saying it: this will definitely be finished, i just can't put a timeline on it yet!

i'm really, really pleased this part worked for you though! you named all my favourite elements (vulnerable!cook especially, unf!) so yay! :D

Date: 2010-06-07 10:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penrith1.livejournal.com
PS sorry to post ho and maybe it's just me but the link to the early chapters isn't working. Just as well I've got this whole story safe and sound. Anyway just thought you would like to know in case newbies are searching frantically for chapter 1.

Date: 2010-06-16 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
and tysm for the heads up! i'm going to go fix that, meep!

Date: 2010-06-07 11:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honeybeemmw.livejournal.com
ASDFHJKH;LASDFHJKLASDFHJ;K!!! All I can say after that is WOW. So much awesome in one chapter. Ending was fabulous but evil. XD Please to be updating again soon? ♥

Date: 2010-06-16 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
there will definitely be more of this verse, but i can't make any promises as to when! but thank you so much for your lovely fb, and for your patience, bb! :D

Date: 2010-06-07 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drowning-london.livejournal.com
*flails* OMG! OMG! OMG! *flails some more* Srsly, just read all of what you've posted, and I'm really hoping you have time to post more soon! These two are just too damn cute! And it's finally getting GOOD! XD Thank you for sharing!

Date: 2010-06-16 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
heeeeeee! thank you so much! i'm going to keep working on this, but i can't make any promises as to when the next part is going to be up. but thank you again for the awesome comment! :D

Date: 2010-06-07 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] el-gilliath.livejournal.com
I LOVE this fic :D:D:D:D:D

Date: 2010-06-16 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
awwwww, THANK YOU!

Date: 2010-06-07 03:54 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] aohatsu.livejournal.com
ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS DEAR. You know the only problem with it? The next update won't be up for ages now. D/

BUT IT'S OKAY, I'LL JUST RE-READ THIS, AND, LIKE, BACHELOR!VERSE AND THE BOYS ON A TV SHOW!VERSE TO TIDE MYSELF OVER.

Date: 2010-06-16 08:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
BAHAHAHA, thank you for understanding, bb. and thank you for the lovely fb, too! i'm so glad you're enjoying this (and all those other verses)!
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Date: 2010-06-16 08:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
bwaha! we'll all have to wait and see! thank you so much for r&ring, bb.

Date: 2010-06-07 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asweetdownfall.livejournal.com
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NAT. WHAT ARE YOU. SERIOUSLY, WHAT ARE YOU. I can't even comprehend you right now. XD

ANYWAY. This was amaaazing! And just. Your David voice and COOK <333 Ugh, so perfect. AND NEED I MENTION THE ENDING? UNFFFFF.

Also, you made me dislike MJohns with just one chapter. HOW EPIC ARE YOU. (Not that I'm advocating MJohns should be hated - oh, never mind. I'm not making sense.)

P.S. DON'T TAKE TOO LONG WITH THE NEXT PART, YES? :D

Date: 2010-06-16 08:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT. ILUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. YOU AND YOUR AWESOME FB.

sorry about the m johns thing, though. I FEEL BAD MAKING HIM THE BAD GUY -- well, kind of. a little. maybe. -- but SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT. ♥

p.s. i can make no promises, bb, but there will be more sometime in the future!

Date: 2010-06-07 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missquiet.livejournal.com
OMG. I flailed so hard when I saw this update on my flist. I have missed your fic so much!

Oh, poor, heartbroken Cook.

I love Archie's reactions to Cook in this chapter. I love how he's so angry with Johns on Cook's behalf, even before he really knows what's going on. He just knows this guy hurt Cook. I love how Archie recognizes all that Cook's done for him -- smoothing things over with his family, helping him feel more comfortable -- and how he wants to help Cook in turn. I love how he watches Cook and is able to read his emotions, at least enough to be there when he needs a distraction.

And then. Kissing. Oh my heck, kissing.

I loved this and I cannot wait to see what happens next. &hearts

Date: 2010-06-16 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
oh man, your feedback, seriously. it just makes me *_________* all the time. thank you so much for being patient with me and for sticking with this fic. :D i'm so glad it's still working for you and that you enjoyed it!

Date: 2010-06-07 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] retrochic-21.livejournal.com
The things I do and the noises I make when I've seen you updated this. Like serioulsy, DYING RIGHT NOW!!!!!

You're just going to be getting a lot of exclamation points and keysmashes and just OMG NAT!!!!!♥♥♥♥

You make my heart flutter and my stomach do somersaults with this fic. Like, do you know how hard that is to do with a fic for me. I might flail a lot over other stories, but I legitimately have a full-on freakout when I see updates of this fic!!!

Another hard thing to do, make me dislike MJohns and you've managed to do that in one chapter. And OMG, Archie in this chapter is beyond amazing and the songs and the kisses at the end:





Okay, I'm going to go calm down now. Please to be quick with the next update, but truth be told, I'll wait however long it takes!!!! :DDDDD

Date: 2010-06-16 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
heeeeeeeee! thank you so much for this ridiculously AMAZING COMMENT, bb! and thank you too for your patience! i am so, so glad you enjoyed this chapter as much as you did! :D

Date: 2010-06-07 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fallenangels607.livejournal.com
oh my fucking god.

i don't even - NATALIE.

fuuuuuck my life, this is so amazing. ALL OF THE KISSING. i was going to comment on the ridiculously, heartbreakingly amazing angst, and on the fact that michael johns being suit guy was a PERFECT choice, and that the whole "i'll be" part was wonderful (especially coupled with your dedication in the beginning, dlkfjsfk ♥)---

BUT NOW I CAN'T BECAUSE OF THE KISSING. difjslfkdsjfkdjflkd.

you OWN me.

this = best birthday present ever. i *love* it. and you. as you know. ♥ thank you!

Date: 2010-06-16 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
I AM JUST GLAD I MANAGED TO GET THIS OUT IN TIME FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, HI. and i am so, so pleased you liked it! since, you know, THAT WAS THE MAIN POINT. well that, and also telling you ilu. :D

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Date: 2010-06-07 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rajkumari905.livejournal.com
FUCK MY LIFE NATALIE I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU POSTED THIS LIKE HOURS AFTER I SENT MY LAPTOP AWAY AND AS A RESULT I SPED-READ THIS AT FUCKING WORK AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO COMMENT PROPERLY OR EVEN READ PROPERLY BUT FUCK, I WILL BE BACK IN TWO WEEKS ALSDKFJASLDKFJSLDKFJS SO AMAZING. KISSING. FUCK. NGH. LSDJ KISSING. MICHAEL FUCKING JOHNS GTFO. KISSING. LSDKFJALSDKJFLAKDF NGH. SUIT BURNING.


KISSING.

Date: 2010-06-16 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
SORRY APPARENTLY I JUST HAVE TERRIBLE TIMING, HA. /o\

I AM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT THOUGH <3333333333333333333333333

Date: 2010-06-07 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archieluvin.livejournal.com
OMG...THIS WAS FREAKING AWESOME, MIKE AS THE SUIT GUY AND DAVID INITIATING THE KISS AND WOW WHAT A KISS, I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Date: 2010-06-16 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
HEE! TYSM! <3

Date: 2010-06-08 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] james-padfoot.livejournal.com
oh my god what even. OH MY GOD, NAT. I JUST. I NEED THE NEXT UPDATE RN NOW. BUT BUT BUT IT FEELS LIKE THE SHIT IS GOING TO FALL IN THE NEXT CHAPTER AND IM SO SCARED BECAUSE ARCHIE IS GONNA GET HURT AND COOK PLEASE PLEASE DONT MAKE THE MISTAKE I THINK YOURE GOING TO MAKE.

Date: 2010-06-16 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
FINGERS CROSSED HE WON'T. <3 TYSM FOR THE FB!

Date: 2010-06-08 06:37 am (UTC)
ext_34722: (Cookleta)
From: [identity profile] musicboxgirl.livejournal.com
WAT WAT WAT OMG HOW COULD YOU END IT THERE???? THIS MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPY WITH ITS AMAZING AMZINGNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!


YOU ARE MY QUEEN.

Date: 2010-06-16 08:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
I AM SO PLEASED YOU ENJOYED, HI.

YOU ARE MY HERO. <33333333333

Date: 2010-06-08 04:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitzy09.livejournal.com
OMG I SQUEED SO LOUD WHEN I SAW THIS, I TOTALLY THOUGHT YOU'D GIVEN UP ON THIS. BUT HOW COULD YOU LEAVE IT THERE - WE FINALLY GET TO THE KISSING AND THEN IT ENDS???!!

Date: 2010-06-16 08:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
hee! i've said this from the beginning - this fic will be finished. i just can't put a specific timeline on when. i'm glad you enjoyed it, though, and tysm for taking the time to r&r!

Date: 2010-06-08 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pretendhappyend.livejournal.com
This verse is like perfection, I can't even properly express the love I have for it. Oh my goodness bb, how do you do it?? The UST, OH MY GOD the UST!

I love how you write the both of them, kinda like I see them IRL, you know? Your Archie is so perfect lskfjlsdakjflkajsdf, and Cook! Omg, he was so hurt and now he's "being stupid" again, but this time it'll have a happy ending so please don't break Archie's heart!

I'll give anything to see the next part soon! Name it and I'll give it to you lol.

Sooooo good omg. <33333

Date: 2010-06-16 08:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
hee! thank you so much for this lovely comment, omg! i love this verse so much, and i'm always glad to see people enjoying it, but really the only thing that could move it along faster is if i had 40 hours in a day, bwah.

there will totally be more coming, though. i just can't put a timeline on when. tysm for r&ring, though, again, and for being patient! :D

Date: 2010-06-14 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weiyi1025.livejournal.com
Oh my god, I love this fic so freaking much!!! It was so great you pick up this fic. Looking forward to next part, I hope it won't cost you 8 months again, LOL

Date: 2010-06-16 08:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epicflailer.livejournal.com
ty for the feedback! :D i've said from the beginning that this fic will be finished; i just can't say when. thank you for sticking with it, and being patient with me! i hope it was worth the wait, and that all future chapters will be, too.

I AM BACK.

Date: 2010-06-17 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rajkumari905.livejournal.com
a conversation about organic vegetables
SORRY BUT I AM LAUGHING ALREADY. ORGANIC VEGETABLES!? AHAHAHA.

Tricia makes another excited, um, squeeing noise, and drags Jazzy off to a corner to, like, talk about the sequins on her wedding dress or something.
I LIKE, UM, SQUEEING NOISE SO MUCH AND ALSO THE SEQUINS ON HER WEDDING DRESS OR SOMETHING, GAH YOUR DAVID VOICE.

"Escort," Cook interrupts. His voice is strangely hard. "For the evening."
slkjflkfjksd NO.

Awwwwwwwwwwww at the humming!

"That Bieber kid better watch out for you."
BIEBZ. =D

"We've totally been over this," David points out. "I'm, like, a year away from turning legal."
EXCEPT, I THOUGHT ARCHIE WAS TWENTY IN THIS. (why do I know this, clearly I have reread this fic far too many times) UNLESS YOU MEANT LEGAL TO DRINK. IN WHICH CASE, IGNORE ME.

"Um, I – if you -- could you maybe wait till after the wedding to burn this suit?"
LOL. SO. HARD. ARCHIIIIIIIIIE.

"Well that's unfortunate," David says, as they settle into a booth.
JSYK I AM TOTALLY PICTURING SOMEONE BUTCHERING ANGELS RN. Ahahahahaha

"Um," David says, midway of picking up the menu. "What?"
"Oh, don't even, Archuleta," Cook says. "You're totally going up there."
"Um?" David repeats. "What?"
"You heard me," Cook says, smugly

THIS. THIS THIS THIS. HOW EASY IS IT TO PICTURE COOK FORCING ARCHIE ON STAGE FOR KARAOKE. ASLKFJSDKL SO PERFECT.

I'LL BE *_*. I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR *_*

"Ha!" David says, triumphantly. "You totally admitted it was a bar."
LAKSJFLSKDF ARCHIIIIIIIIIIIIE.

Cook's never let him flounder, or look stupid or anything like that, and he's dealt really well with David's entire family, even Aunt Em, and he doesn't deserve to - to look like that after everything he's done.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

KISSING. K.I.S.S.I.N.G. SLAKDFJLSJDSK *_____________________*

Re: I AM BACK.

Date: 2010-06-17 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rajkumari905.livejournal.com
LOVE. THIS. FIC. SO. MUCH. FOREVER. AHHHHHHHH.

Re: I AM BACK.

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