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Fic: 7 Chenzel drabbles
Last 7 Chenzel drabbles. I wrote these at work today but I'm rushing around and can't respond to all the things I should be responding to. Will do so tomorrow, promise.
F is for fatal
Rating: R
Word count: 100
He watches his wife run her hands down another woman’s body with cold detachment. It seems there’s a certain inevitability about this. They met under similar circumstances. It had been a turn on.
Hadn’t been quite so arousing to find her straddling her little, blonde co-star in her dressing room. She had begged and pleaded. Promised him it meant nothing. He had believed her.
Now, as he watches her squeeze Tracie’s ass, he’s sure they’re hurtling along the same track to the same destination. There will always be that niggling doubt. And that’s what will be the end of them.
G is for girdle
Rating: R
Word count: 250
“So? What did you guys think?” Charlotte asked as they filed out onto the street.
“I thought it was wonderful, sweetie.” Carrie muttered, checking her cell.
“You didn’t tell me they were fucking each other!” Samantha interjected.
“Who?” Charlotte asked, confused.
“The two witches?” Miranda asked, nodding at Samantha. “Oh, completely! I mean, that song at the end? Much more romantic than the one with the guy, which was basically ‘Well, we’re both here, we might as well have sex’. The witches were so doing it.”
“They were not!” Charlotte protested. “Elphaba loved Fiyero and they’re going to be happy together.”
“He’s a fucking scarecrow, Charlotte, how happy would you be if you woke up to find someone trying to shove straw into your va…”
“Please! Don’t finish that!” Charlotte begged, holding her hand up.
“Anyway, I wasn’t talking about the characters, I was talking about the actresses fucking each other.” Samantha clarified.
“Nobody is fucking! Why must everyone be fucking? Why can’t we just have a nice night at the theatre without people fucking?” Charlotte ranted.
Samantha draped an arm around Charlotte’s shoulders.
“Honey, I used to be a lesbian so- ”
“I don’t think a week counts as lesbianism, Samantha.” Miranda interrupted.
“-so I know about these things. And that tall one was all over the little one. She could barely keep her eyes off her tits! Although, in that corset, I almost had a relapse myself.”
Charlotte sighed.
“I’m never bringing you to the theatre again. Ever.”
J is for jugular
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 150
Kristin watched the steady pulse in the baby’s neck. The tiny infant slept on, unaware of her silent guardian angel.
“She’s not going to run away in the middle of the night.”
Idina’s whisper was right beside her ear and made her jump slightly. She turned around with a stern look at the ready but it melted away at the sight of Idina, still tousled from sleep. Kristin drew Idina’s arms around her waist and leaned back against her.
“I know she’s not. But I just…sometimes I need to make sure she’s real. That she’s really here.”
Idina dropped her chin to Kristin’s shoulder and pressed their cheeks together.
“I know, me too.”
Kristin turned slightly, surprised.
“You do?”
“Yep, you’re not the only neurotic one. I come in and listen to her breathe.”
Kristin turned back to the crib.
“She’s just so tiny and precious.”
“Just like her mommy.”
K is for knife
Rating: R
Word count: 250
“You tried to stab me!”
“Oh I did not, you are such a drama queen, Menzel.”
Kristin rolled her eyes at the voices coming from the kitchen. When left alone together, Michelle and Idina tended to regress to somewhere around the third grade.
“You fucking tried to stab me, you psycho bitch!”
“I can’t help it if you insist on standing behind me while I’m cutting bread. Trying to sneak a look down my top again, huh? Pervert.”
“Nah, last time I checked there was just a clear view to your feet.”
“Oh, and you’re so well endowed in that area.”
Kristin sighed and walked in to stop the argument before it escalated. Idina immediately pointed at Michelle.
“She just tried to stab me.”
Michelle raised an eyebrow.
“And why are you telling her? What’s she going to do about it?”
Idina ignored her and thrust her hand towards Kristin.
“Look, she drew blood and everything.”
Kristin took Idina’s hand and inspected it.
“I can’t see anything, honey.”
“Look!” Idina insisted, pointing at her thumb.
Kristin squinted. There did appear to be a miniscule cut. She looked up at Idina and stuck her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.
“Awwww, my poor baby, did you get a boo-boo?”
“If you offer to kiss it better for her, I swear to God I’ll use this knife to slit my wrists.”
Idina raised both eyebrows at Kristin.
“Well? What are you waiting for? That’s the best offer I’ve heard all year!”
L is for loner
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
I have this reputation as a quiet, shy person who doesn’t like the company of others. That’s not true. I’m just very picky about who I spend my time with.
I know people think that Kristin’s good for me. That she brings me out of my shell. Well, kinda. I just want to be wherever she is. If that means at a party with a hundred people, fine. If it means just the two of us in her dressing room, all the better.
Kristin is a people person, she loves noise and bustle. I’m a Kristin person, I love her.
R is for rind
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 150
She absentmindedly plays with the skin of the lime from her drink. Normally she stays away from spirits. Tonight vodka is her friend.
Vodka and soda with a slice of lime, not lemon. Idina’s drink. She smiles sardonically. The reason she is drinking at all is to forget about Idina. It isn’t quite working out that way.
She thinks back to the last time she saw her. The party after her last show. Idina had propped up the bar all night, watching her. Seemed like she drank herself sober. Kristin had danced and laughed and sparkled the whole night. But it was an act the green eyes following her every move could see right through.
At the end of the night, Idina had walked steadily to Kristin, kissed her on the cheek and left.
Now Kristin finds herself in drinking in LA. With nothing but Idina’s favourite drink for company.
U is for undulating
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
The sky is unnervingly blue. Kristin sits on the sand and watches the waves roll onto the golden sand. It is warm and sunny in California, as always.
Kristin can’t help but think back to a winter’s day in New York. To two people huddled together on a bench in Battery Park under a sky heavy with threatened snow. Two sets of hands clasping a single cup of hot-chocolate. And later watching the snow fall, snuggled under a blanket in a warm apartment.
Kristin shivers from the metaphorical chill of her current surroundings. It is clinical perfection. It isn’t real.
F is for fatal
Rating: R
Word count: 100
He watches his wife run her hands down another woman’s body with cold detachment. It seems there’s a certain inevitability about this. They met under similar circumstances. It had been a turn on.
Hadn’t been quite so arousing to find her straddling her little, blonde co-star in her dressing room. She had begged and pleaded. Promised him it meant nothing. He had believed her.
Now, as he watches her squeeze Tracie’s ass, he’s sure they’re hurtling along the same track to the same destination. There will always be that niggling doubt. And that’s what will be the end of them.
G is for girdle
Rating: R
Word count: 250
“So? What did you guys think?” Charlotte asked as they filed out onto the street.
“I thought it was wonderful, sweetie.” Carrie muttered, checking her cell.
“You didn’t tell me they were fucking each other!” Samantha interjected.
“Who?” Charlotte asked, confused.
“The two witches?” Miranda asked, nodding at Samantha. “Oh, completely! I mean, that song at the end? Much more romantic than the one with the guy, which was basically ‘Well, we’re both here, we might as well have sex’. The witches were so doing it.”
“They were not!” Charlotte protested. “Elphaba loved Fiyero and they’re going to be happy together.”
“He’s a fucking scarecrow, Charlotte, how happy would you be if you woke up to find someone trying to shove straw into your va…”
“Please! Don’t finish that!” Charlotte begged, holding her hand up.
“Anyway, I wasn’t talking about the characters, I was talking about the actresses fucking each other.” Samantha clarified.
“Nobody is fucking! Why must everyone be fucking? Why can’t we just have a nice night at the theatre without people fucking?” Charlotte ranted.
Samantha draped an arm around Charlotte’s shoulders.
“Honey, I used to be a lesbian so- ”
“I don’t think a week counts as lesbianism, Samantha.” Miranda interrupted.
“-so I know about these things. And that tall one was all over the little one. She could barely keep her eyes off her tits! Although, in that corset, I almost had a relapse myself.”
Charlotte sighed.
“I’m never bringing you to the theatre again. Ever.”
J is for jugular
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 150
Kristin watched the steady pulse in the baby’s neck. The tiny infant slept on, unaware of her silent guardian angel.
“She’s not going to run away in the middle of the night.”
Idina’s whisper was right beside her ear and made her jump slightly. She turned around with a stern look at the ready but it melted away at the sight of Idina, still tousled from sleep. Kristin drew Idina’s arms around her waist and leaned back against her.
“I know she’s not. But I just…sometimes I need to make sure she’s real. That she’s really here.”
Idina dropped her chin to Kristin’s shoulder and pressed their cheeks together.
“I know, me too.”
Kristin turned slightly, surprised.
“You do?”
“Yep, you’re not the only neurotic one. I come in and listen to her breathe.”
Kristin turned back to the crib.
“She’s just so tiny and precious.”
“Just like her mommy.”
K is for knife
Rating: R
Word count: 250
“You tried to stab me!”
“Oh I did not, you are such a drama queen, Menzel.”
Kristin rolled her eyes at the voices coming from the kitchen. When left alone together, Michelle and Idina tended to regress to somewhere around the third grade.
“You fucking tried to stab me, you psycho bitch!”
“I can’t help it if you insist on standing behind me while I’m cutting bread. Trying to sneak a look down my top again, huh? Pervert.”
“Nah, last time I checked there was just a clear view to your feet.”
“Oh, and you’re so well endowed in that area.”
Kristin sighed and walked in to stop the argument before it escalated. Idina immediately pointed at Michelle.
“She just tried to stab me.”
Michelle raised an eyebrow.
“And why are you telling her? What’s she going to do about it?”
Idina ignored her and thrust her hand towards Kristin.
“Look, she drew blood and everything.”
Kristin took Idina’s hand and inspected it.
“I can’t see anything, honey.”
“Look!” Idina insisted, pointing at her thumb.
Kristin squinted. There did appear to be a miniscule cut. She looked up at Idina and stuck her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.
“Awwww, my poor baby, did you get a boo-boo?”
“If you offer to kiss it better for her, I swear to God I’ll use this knife to slit my wrists.”
Idina raised both eyebrows at Kristin.
“Well? What are you waiting for? That’s the best offer I’ve heard all year!”
L is for loner
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
I have this reputation as a quiet, shy person who doesn’t like the company of others. That’s not true. I’m just very picky about who I spend my time with.
I know people think that Kristin’s good for me. That she brings me out of my shell. Well, kinda. I just want to be wherever she is. If that means at a party with a hundred people, fine. If it means just the two of us in her dressing room, all the better.
Kristin is a people person, she loves noise and bustle. I’m a Kristin person, I love her.
R is for rind
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 150
She absentmindedly plays with the skin of the lime from her drink. Normally she stays away from spirits. Tonight vodka is her friend.
Vodka and soda with a slice of lime, not lemon. Idina’s drink. She smiles sardonically. The reason she is drinking at all is to forget about Idina. It isn’t quite working out that way.
She thinks back to the last time she saw her. The party after her last show. Idina had propped up the bar all night, watching her. Seemed like she drank herself sober. Kristin had danced and laughed and sparkled the whole night. But it was an act the green eyes following her every move could see right through.
At the end of the night, Idina had walked steadily to Kristin, kissed her on the cheek and left.
Now Kristin finds herself in drinking in LA. With nothing but Idina’s favourite drink for company.
U is for undulating
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
The sky is unnervingly blue. Kristin sits on the sand and watches the waves roll onto the golden sand. It is warm and sunny in California, as always.
Kristin can’t help but think back to a winter’s day in New York. To two people huddled together on a bench in Battery Park under a sky heavy with threatened snow. Two sets of hands clasping a single cup of hot-chocolate. And later watching the snow fall, snuggled under a blanket in a warm apartment.
Kristin shivers from the metaphorical chill of her current surroundings. It is clinical perfection. It isn’t real.
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can't respond to all the things I should be responding to. I assume that this, at least in part, related to moi and can I point out that I wrote a drabble tag drabble cause it was River and so that there would be prompts that you can write a drabble from.
F is for fatal This makes me A. So sad for Taye and B. So sad in general. I have hideous double standards - I am ok with Idina being with Taye and Kristin but I don't like to think of her cheating on either of them with anybody else or that - Promised him it meant nothing - she could feel that way about being with Kristin.
G is for girdle I really don't know how I feel about the whole words colliding cross over of this but I know that I like Samantha's work “You didn’t tell me they were fucking each other!” Hee and so I know about these things. And that tall one was all over the little one. She could barely keep her eyes off her tits! Although, in that corset, I almost had a relapse myself.” Double Hee!!! Miranda was also cracking me up and Charlotte was endearing with her protest about all the fucking. Carrie was about as useless as I usually find Carrie. (So really other than hugh cannon violation it made me very happy)
J is for jugular - this was very sweet (I like that both of our Js are about watching necks pulse) especially - “She’s just so tiny and precious.”
“Just like her mommy.”
K is for knife - I like Idina and the Fed fighting and Idina was on fire - “Nah, last time I checked there was just a clear view to your feet.” and “Well? What are you waiting for? That’s the best offer I’ve heard all year!” are both brilliant.
L is for loner - I don't really have all that much to say except I’m a Kristin person, I love her. sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, love, sigh, love, sigh, love, sigh.
R is for rind - this is so sad - the whole thing is sad, the image of the party - Idina watching her all night slays me - Kristin being alone - drinking her drink whilst trying to forget her - all so sad.
U is for undulating - You're right this is not Racy Lacey at all is it?????? Again with the angst - is my half of the brain cell taking over your brain? I don't say that in a bad way - I love all the angst.
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can I point out that I wrote a drabble tag drabble cause it was River and so that there would be prompts that you can write a drabble from. - I saw said drabble and said prompts and will try my very hardest to respond to both tonight when I get back in.
I am ok with Idina being with Taye and Kristin but I don't like to think of her cheating on either of them with anybody else - Me neither. And in that drabble, she wasn't. But Taye had doubts. In my mind, I knew she wasn't though.
she could feel that way about being with Kristin. - I know!!! Heartbreaking isn't it?
(So really other than huge canon violation it made me very happy) - I don't view it as canon violation. The SaTC girls live in New York. Wicked was playing in New York and was the biggest show of the year. Of course they would have gone to see it. But anyway, I'm glad you liked it. I've never written the SaTC girls before, it was fun. I could never slash them though. Never.
(I like that both of our Js are about watching necks pulse) - Well, mine may have been slightly influenced by yours.
I like Idina and the Fed fighting and Idina was on fire - I love Idina and the Fed together. They're great fun to write.
sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, love, sigh, love, sigh, love, sigh. - :)
Again with the angst - is my half of the brain cell taking over your brain? I don't say that in a bad way - I love all the angst. - I don't know where the angst is coming from. It must be from you. I had written the last three first, which are the angsty ones. So I must've been in an angsty mood.
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In my mind, I knew she wasn't though. It's insane how much better that makes me feel :)
that it was just sex with Kristin and it didn't mean anything and it broke my heart Am dying at the very thought of it.
I don't view it as canon violation. RPF and non-RPF HUGE cannon issues here!
Well, mine may have been slightly influenced by yours. Yay me.
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Am dying at the very thought of it. - It was tremendously sad. But the fic was cute because of the Kristin/Taye interaction. I can't help but love them together. And
RPF and non-RPF HUGE cannon issues here! - How did you cope in the episode where Carrie met Matthew McConaughey? Did your head explode?
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write a Kristin/Taye fic inspired by HDYSAPLM!!!! How fab is that? It has fab potential but also the potential to break my heart - I shall be excited but reserve judgement.
Did your head explode? Yes that is why I now need to share a brain cell :)
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It has fab potential but also the potential to break my heart - I shall be excited but reserve judgement. - I'm thinking it'll have Idina in it. It was inspired by the bit in HDYSAPLM when John Barrowman was snogging the girls in the 'acting' class. So I'm thinking that it's Idina watching Kristin and Taye rehearsing their kiss. I am very excited.
Yes that is why I now need to share a brain cell :) - Ah, it's all clear now.