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“I can’t believe you’ve made me wait all this time to hear the album,” Archie said, turning the CD case over and over in his hands, “I’m so excited to finally have a listen to the whole thing. What was the theme for this?” There was a prolonged pause, and he looked up to find Cook looking reluctant, and even a little guilty. What?

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I actually wrote this fic ages ago, and for some reason I just didn't want to post it anywhere. But in celebration of This Loud Morning streaming on AOL - and I couldn't stop myself from listening to bits and pieces of it, ok, don't get me started - here it is, another "five ways...." fic.

Title: Five ways they never made it...and the one way they ( Read more... )

I just wikied "Thor" because I kind of want to watch it and I think it'll be good for a laugh. So I'm reading down the page and I get to the characters and the casting for each character, and I read this:

"Joshua Dallas as Fandral: A member of the Warriors Three, characterized as an irrepressible swashbuckler and romantic.[25] Stuart Townsend was ( Read more... )

 
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1. Cook blinked in surprise at the email sitting in his inbox. It was an email from David Archuleta, of all people. He squinted, trying to remember the last time he had heard from the guy, before giving up and opening it, only to feel a slight pang of disappointment. It was just one of those generic forwarded emails with pictures of kittens doing ( Read more... )

He cleared his throat and said, “Hey Archie, it’s Cook. I was just calling to ask how you’re - ” and that was all he had time to say before there was a click and a clattering, fumbling sound, and for the second time in over two years, he heard Archie’s voice; breathless and stunning, gasping out, “Cook! Hi! It’s me, I’m good, what’re you, how ( Read more... )

The photograph was old and faded, scuffed from rubbing up against credit cards and dollar notes. One corner was permanently creased and folded over, and there was a mysterious discoloured stain encroaching from the right side. It was a pathetic example of photography and he didn’t know how it had found it’s way into his wallet, and as he looked at ( Read more... )

Five ways they never met, and the one way they did

1.       It’s freezing, damp and 5:30 in the morning and David just wants to go home, but he can’t deny Andrew’s pleading eyes. At some point, he looks over his younger brother’s shoulder to see a couple of guys with TV cameras approaching.

“Look, if they come over here, you can talk to them, ( Read more... )

Title: Touch

Word Count: 2199

Disclaimer: It's all fake.

Warnings: None really. Kissing? One swear word?

Author's Note: So this was inspired by the David Archuleta's ice dancing experience and Kurt Browning's lack of respect for personal space. I totally had NC-17 fic written in my head, but it came out depressingly PG-13 instead. What can I do? My ( Read more... )