Aug 24, 2012
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no itunes I don't need Dr. Cooper Anderson feels
This episode so far is totally cementing PT canon that Cooper is a cheesy douche, though my Cooper is a little...reformed.
First choir rehearsal
Then a new 'Physical Therapy' fic. Y'all heard me. What? We got some groundwork to do.
And the WORST thing
Is that Kat and I have been slacking on the bridging parts of Heart Conditions and Physical Therapy that'll lead up to the epic Anderbros crossover arc between the two 'verses. Kat we should get on that Did I say my plot bunnies were quiet oops lol no
Now I have "Physical Therapy" feels again because it's almost practically canon that Cooper is a giant smarmy smarmodon and we all know how I feel about writing smarmosaurs.
untitled "Physical Therapy/Heart Conditions" crossover Cooper Anderson excerpt drabble thing
The sunlight is coming in from the wrong angle. Specifically, it is coming in at precisely the correct angle to pierce through Cooper's eyelids and directly into his brain, which makes it all wrong. Also, he smells Giorgio, which is definitely wrong, because he doesn't wear Giorgio. The only person he knows who does is - Wait. Stop. Why is he naked in a bed that feels unfamiliar, smelling Giorgio? Slowly, Cooper sits up and pries his eyes open, taking in his surroundings with no small amount of hungover confusion. He is in a very nice hotel room - the Archfield, he remembers now. He's in Seattle. Okay. With Addison. He's in Seattle with Addison, who is consulting on a neonatal case at Seattle Grace Mercy West. Right. He is visiting his brother and she is working. Good. All making sense so far. Except he still doesn't wear Giorgio, and he definitely doesn't wear expensive black silk lingerie of the sort that is lying on the floor at the foot of the bed next to a lethal looking pair of Louboutins. Which...Cooper also does not wear. He thinks. But he remembers Addison does wear them. He has admired her legs a thousand times over the last several months, has taken careful, appreciative note of the stockings and skirts and impeccably expensive footwear because oh, God, anyone who doesn't has to be blind. The only clothing of his that he can see is yesterday's crumpled slacks and buttondown, tossed casually over a corner chair. This, then, is not his room. This has to be Addison's room, and she must be in the shower because he can hear it running and WHY is he NAKED? Oh. Oh God. Flashes of the previous night are coming back - his argument with Blaine, his long drive back to the Archfield because he hadn't wanted to idle on the ferry, he'd wanted to drive his anger at himself out. Heading directly into the Archfield's bar and demanding a double Glenlivet, straight up. Addison joining him. Addison flirting with him. MORE Glenlivet, and lots of it. Addison in a bra and panties on top of him, red hair tumbling down all around her face and shoulders as she smirked in that way he found both maddening and sexy. Cooper passing out. "Oh, GOD," he groans, dropping his head into his hand when he realizes that he fell asleep in the middle of being seduced by the woman he's wanted since his first trip to Los Angeles. It's not that he hasn't passed out on women before, it's just that it's been a long time since college and also, none of them were Addison. This...this is embarrassing. He has to fix this. Has to. His honor and dignity are at stake.
HC!Anderbros updated, now to tackle...hmmm. Ah. Cooper's "Physical Therapy" intro story, which has entertained me far too much in the writing.