Jul 13
BEAR TREVOR BEAR TREVOR
also aaaa I love actors sm I love people these are all very pretty people
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BEAR TREVOR BEAR TREVOR
also aaaa I love actors sm I love people these are all very pretty people
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Next chapter is out! <3 enjoy!
Hii!! For the drabble ask game (if you're still doing them, no worries if not!!)
5: I hate this.
14: I wanted to see you.
24: I'm terrified.
25: How long have you been out there?!
I'm a sucker for christrev (fork found in kitchen) but would be thrilled with any pairing/character you want to write! Thanks so much, and happy writing!!
I'VE DONE IT! MUAHAHAHA!
I decided to 1. combine 14 & 25 because my brain exploded with inspiration and 2. let the little drabbles be sort of open-ended, up for interpretation.
5: I hate this.
Trevor groaned dramatically. Chris and his stupid ideas were at it again. The stage manager dragged his feet as he made his way to the dressing rooms.
“Put this on.” Chris shoved a pile of clothes in Trevor’s arms, then darted off.
“Chris, you know I hate this!” Trevor grumbled. Nevertheless, he complied, and went behind the wall of the other section of the room to put the costume on.
Miraculously, everything seemed to fit. It was much more than Trevor would ever normally put on, what with the chaps and vest and bandana and gloves. It was also way more colourful. Although, the light blue button up matched well with the red bandana. Trevor reluctantly shoved the hat on, figuring Chris would bitch about it if he didn’t.
Hearing the click of the dressing room door, Trevor walked out.
“Woah.” Trevor froze in the doorway separating the two sections of the dressing room. Chris had come in with a full fancy ancient Roman outfit on. He looked stunning. Awkward and gangly as usual, yes, but he could have been straight out of a historical reenactment. Even his hair was curled slightly.
Chris clutched the absurdly large helmet at his side a little tighter.
“Surprise?” He shrugged, giving an uneasy smile.
Trevor pulled his hat off slowly.
“Y-you—you look…” he started. “You look…”
Well, Trevor’s crush had come back tenfold. ‘Fuck it.’
14: I wanted to see you. / 25: How long have you been out there?!
The rain had not let up a minute since the early afternoon. Now that it was well into the evening, Trevor resolved to let the rain carry him off to sleep. He’d just throw on a random movie from his collection and pass out on the couch. Was it potentially going to wreck his back? Yeah, but falling asleep to rain and a movie would be worth it.
Just when Trevor had nearly decked out his couch with plenty of pillows and a warm blanket, the buzzer in his flat rang out.
“Shit!” Trevor jumped up. His foot hit the couch, which pushed it an inch. “Argh! Fuck, mate!”
He staggered to the front door and yanked it open.
“Chris?!” Trevor stared agape at his director in front of him.
Said director was soaked head to toe. His usually neat hair lay completely flat, sticking to any purchase of skin allowed.
Without thinking, Trevor pulled Chris inside, bringing him away from the rain that had been angled toward the front door.
“How long have you been out there?!” Trevor inspected Chris over, brows knitting more and more every second. “Shit, Chris, the fuck were you doing? The fuck were you thinking?”
Trevor ran for the linen closet to pull out some towels whilst keeping an eye on his director, who hadn’t yet responded. Only after Trevor had begun wrapping Chris in towels did the man speak.
“I… I don’t know. I wanted to see you.”
“Fuck, Chris. You don’t have to stand in the rain like a fucking movie character ‘fore you come over.” Trevor’s hands worked on autopilot, rubbing one of the towels into Chris’s hair to dry it off.
The director hummed noncommittally.
“I’m making you a cuppa and you’re not going home.”
24: I’m terrified.
“I—I’m terrified. What if something happens to you?” Trevor read out the script monotonously. He squinted at the words on the page, which started swimming this way and that.
Chris sighed from his spot downstage right. Trevor ignored it, his head already throbbing from the harsh spotlight. He quietly groaned in pain.
The director started saying something, but Trevor couldn’t make it out. He assumed Chris had just continued the scene, so Trevor read out the next line.
“I’m not dis—discerned for myself, ‘cause I can… er… ‘cause I can… ‘fend—fend…”
A voice murmured something. Trevor tried to resume the line.
“Trevor.” Chris was right in front of him now, his voice soft and patient. The director gently pulled the script away. “Trevor. Stop. What’s wrong?”
“No, I can—I can do it.” Trevor tried reaching for the script, but the way Chris pulled it up and shielded the stage manager from the spotlight gave him a welcome reprieve.
Chris turned to instruct someone of something, and the spotlight went out. He led Trevor into the wings and out of the house. “Let me do this for you.” Chris brought Trevor into his office for a well-deserved break. “I’ll bring some tea and medicine. Don’t move.”
Thank you so much for the drabble ideas! I know they're way more than 100 words, as is standard for CCIJC, but you can pry my love of writing long(er) pieces from my cold, dead hands. I can and will go Dumas on anything I write.
oh right
Chris has a grandfather named "Timothy Jameson"
oh and I went and wrote things
Cornley Pets
Group — Mischief: cat, f, black, ~8lbs
Chris — None, as his parents were both allergic to pets, and Chris never really interacted with pets
Max — Doesn’t personally have any pets, as his flat with Sandra is too small to house a pet. At his parents’, Max has a German Shepherd (Alsatian) named Peter. They also have a Golden Retriever named Wendy Moira Angela Darling Bird. ((Wendy Bird is most usually referred to as Wendy Bird, and her full name when she is in trouble, or when being praised beyond belief. Tone is everything.))
Lucy — Lucy has a white rabbit named Mr. Rabbit, who she’s had for about 8 years. His enclosure is decorated with trinkets and toys themed around the 1951 Disney movie. He is spoiled rotten as much as he can healthily be.
Robert — [Nothing yet! Will add more later.]
Jonathan — Jono has a three year old Irish Wolfhound named Amos. He is a gentle giant, and has been trained to retrieve first aid kits and apply Deep Pressure Therapy. He is incredibly friendly with the whole Cornley crew, and if not accompanying Jono for whatever reason, is following others to keep an eye on them. Amos is strangely fond of keeping Chris company, and will alert Chris to lay down to apply DPT. It takes Jono witnessing Amos alerting to advise Chris to lay down and relax. Amos becomes a staple in the playhouse. ((Amos is admittedly named so after reading the Chicago goes wrong post. Too good of an opportunity to pass up.))
Annie — Is a highly regarded foster mom for cats. She does really want to have a cat of her own some day, but for now feels incredibly accomplished when she can give cats wonderful homes.
Dennis — † Hammy: hamster, M, black with white belly and paws; Hammy was Dennis’s childhood hamster. He lived around 2.5 years out of pure spite.
Trevor — † Simon le Bon: ferret, F / † Nick Rhodes: ferret, F / † John Taylor: ferret, M / [More information will be added later!]
Vanessa — [Nothing yet! More will be added later]
Sandra — Really wants to own a Chihuahua, but cannot because of expenses and her shared flat with Max being too small. (She would rather her pet have garden space, and there is none currently.)
uhhh uhhhhhhhh
snippet from upcoming Dennis Not Having A Good Time
accidentally thought about christrev "Lay All Your Love On Me" again
read through the lyrics
And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice
wowee I wonder who that is, possessive over HIS stage who smokes....
"What these so-called 'BBC professionals' need to learn, is that when we're live, it's my stage." <- memorised because im autistic about PPGW
It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily
im already seeing BBC!ACCGW snippet of video where Chris name-calls Robert (not nice. do not condone Chris being a jackass In That Moment) and hes talking to Jono and Trev
I've had a few little love affairs They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce
Francis/BBC tech coded, whether you think them the same person or not. Gesturing emphatically at Trev and BBC tech guy holding each other while the Peter Pan revolve went nuts, and then scrambling away from each other after witnessing Max and Sandra kiss, which reminded them of their momentary inseparation. (Is that a word?)
i DID start writing a Dennis shutdown one-shot
unironically have to look back at the top-tier autism moment i wrote for the much ado fic for inspo because I was having such a Moment when I was writing that where I understood Dennis at such a spiritual level
I might post a snippet in a bit, but ive been having such a crazy week, so thinking has been at an all time low