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Hi, long time no see :) I would like you to have this (very short) deleted excerpt from my Chevy/Lorne fic, make my bed on the great unsaid
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“Where do you keep your plates?”
“In the cabinet next to the stove.”
Lorne opened the cabinet and the plates were all the way at the top. He frowned. Planting a hand on the counter, he hoisted himself up, kneeling on the cool surface as he leaned forward, balancing precariously.
“What the hell are you doing?” Chevy’s voice was sharp, edged with exasperation as a firm hand suddenly grabbed his waist, yanking him back with startling force.
Lorne barely had time to react before he was being lifted off the counter entirely, Chevy’s strong grip steadying him as he was set firmly back onto the floor.
“I could have gotten it,” Lorne protested.
“Please, just… ask for help next time,” Chevy sighed, grabbing two plates down for them. “I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”
In case you were wondering, Lorne’s apartment in my Chevy/Lorne fic (make my bed on the great unsaid) really does exist. It's based on the following floorplan for an apartment in The Osborne, the apartment building Lorne was living when he first moved to NYC. There quite a variety of floorplans in this building, so is it really the one Lorne was actually renting? Probably not, but I don't care :)
would you ever write a movie!Dick Ebersol fic? I’m obsessed
Hi!! I’m not sure exactly what you’re looking for, but unfortunately I don’t write xReader. If you’re looking for slash, I could potentially be convinced to write something Lorne/Dick related!
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"He wisely knows what he didn't like, which is sitting in the edit room," Fey said. But his imprint was everywhere. Her 2011 book, Bossypants, contains a section called "Things I Learned from Lorne Michaels." Among them: don't overthink the comedy, "never cut to a closed door," "don't hire anyone you wouldn't want to run into in the hallway at three in the morning."
I’ve lowkey been stalking for a while, because I loooooved the movie, but there was nobody talking about it!! I finally officially joined tumblr so I wanted to say hi :) And also ask your thoughts on Rosie because I loved her as a character and find all of the real life original female writers and performers super interesting!
Omg hi!!! So happy to have you here and thank you for the ask :)
I absolutely love Rosie! She’s such a fun character and person both in the movie and in real life. The movie (and the real show) benefited from having such a strong female presence for sure with her and all of the other female writers. And definitely deserves credit in helping to bringing SNL to life! Her quotes were always some of the most interesting in the books I’ve read about the early years of SNL, too.
I always have a blast writing her and Lorne’s dynamic in my fic, like she’s so much fun to write dialogue for. Her dynamic with Lorne is so interesting and a bit playful, but I absolutely adore the platonic soulmates thing they’ve got going on.
hi. I MET GABRIEL LABELLE TODAY AND HE GAVE MY FRIEND & I AN AUTOGRAPH AND OFFERED US A PICTURE. WHICH WE TOOK. that is all. i just figured you'd understand how i am freaking the fuck out better than anyone else. AHHHH!!!!!
Omg that’s so exciting!! He seems like such a chill dude and that’s super awesome of him to offer to take a picture! I’ve honestly been trying to find somewhere to watch The Fabelmans (without having to rent it) for months now and I loved him in Snack Shack, so I’m super jealous!!
“Sorry about him,” he said into the phone, leaning against the wall and tucking the receiver closer to his ear. “He’s been in the studio with me writing this past week.”
“I think I should be apologizing to you for having to deal with him,” Rosie said with a laugh. “All of winter break alone with Chevy feels like something out of a horror film.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Lorne murmured, twirling the phone cord absently around his finger as he glanced back at the now-empty couch. “It’s not been so bad.”
“You sure about that?” Rosie teased. “Because it sounds like something you keep telling yourself to make it seem bearable.”
“Maybe,” Lorne chuckled softly, ducking his head. “No, but really, he’s good company.”
you cooked with the lorne losing his voice post…… when does the fic drop lowkey NEED THATTT 😭
Omg hi there!!!! I’m so glad that you liked that post lol like genuinely it means a lot to hear that people have interest in what I post!!
But I don’t know if I’ll ever get to writing that one because I have zero words written for it 😭I’m actually in the middle of posting a huge Chevy/Lorne fic (new chapter drop today) but I agree that I desperately need that fic!!
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Lorne calling Dick telling him he's going to be late to work (later than usual). Dick just kind of sighs like, "you slept through your alarm again?" And Lorne's voice raises an octave like "Uhm..." (think of his convo with Rosie when they discussed her last name while they reviewed New Dad). Dick immediately clocks that something is wrong and finds out Lorne's in the hospital.
Studio 8H is quiet for the first time since Saturday Night aired with the cast and writers scattering the holidays. Everyone except Lorne, that is.
Oh, and Chevy.
Long nights with only each other for company bring to light insecurities and emotions these two stubborn men have been trying to avoid for a while now.
Lorne and Chevy take a trip to Joshua Tree Park. (I believe they actually did go in real life, but the AU version )
Ok first of all, this is WAY longer than it was supposed to be. So this is why Ive been slow responding to asks (sorry!!). Second, I know there’s two times Lornes gone to Joshua Tree that I know about. The first one is with Tom Schiller before the show was ever a thing, when Tom watched Lorne, high on mushrooms, effortlessly talk business with Dick Ebersol by the pool. The second trip was later in the 70s when Lorne went with John and Danny.
For this post, I kinda combined bits and pieces into one? Kinda sorta. Also, this isn't exactly complete in my head. I actually think I might edit it and make it a fully fledged one shot eventually. Probably after I finish my much longer, multiple chapter fanfic :)
Anyway, enjoy!
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They drove down to Joshua Tree together, the four of them. Lorne was at the wheel of his red VW convertible, one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel while the other gestured animatedly as he talked. Chevy sat shotgun, the only one who could keep pace with Lorne’s rambling. Danny and John sprawled in the back, already half-asleep under the desert sun.
By the time they pulled up to the Joshua Tree Inn—a tiny terracotta motel off a desolate stretch of highway. The light had taken on that golden hue that made everything look softer like it always did just before the Sun set. The motel only had twelve rooms, and most were unavailable, thanks to broken toilets, busted air conditioners, and the general wear and tear of being stranded in the middle of nowhere.
The guy at the front desk barely looked up from his newspaper when he muttered, “Only three rooms left.”
Without hesitation, Lorne shrugged. “Oh, I don’t mind sharing.” He glanced at Chevy, brown eyes warm and expectant. “Chevy, would you be okay sharing with me?" And those dark brown eyes of his are looking up at Chevy and how is Chevy supposed to say no when Lorne looks at him like that? Oh, and his smile.
Lorne slept in late, as per usual. It seemed like he was catching up on some much needed sleep so they didn’t wake him, of course not for a lack of trying.
(Here’s an actual image of the pool at Joshua Tree Inn, obviously current day not what it would be in the 1970s)
Chevy is with Danny at the barbeque when Lorne comes out from their room wearing nothing but a pair of small swimming trunks and an oversized, red Hawaiian shirt that slightly billowed behind him as he walked.
Chevy immediately turned his attention back to the burgers. The next time he looked up, Lorne was draped across a lounger looking like he belonged on the cover of Rolling Stone, one leg bent, an arm tucked behind his head. A joint rested lazily between his fingers. He lifted it to his lips, took a long, slow drag, and exhaled toward the sky, his chin tilting upward, eyes fluttering shut behind mirrored sunglasses. Chevy hadn’t seen him this relaxed in months.
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They ate by the pool, burgers in hand, watching John take increasingly ridiculous dives off the creaky diving board—flailing limbs, exaggerated flips, and belly flops that left red splotches across his chest. Lorne and Danny whooped and hollered, encouraging the chaos, while Chevy shook his head, silently amused.
(Picture of Gabriel LaBelle for reference)
Chevy got in the pool to cool off, drifting to the opposite side and leaning back against the edge with his elbows resting on the pool deck. Chevy only let himself glance occasionally, just enough to take in the way Lorne was stretched out like a cat in the sun with his pale smooth skin and the soft curve of his smile as he laughed at something Danny said.
A loud splash jolted him as John cannonballed into the deep end, and Chevy instinctively turned away from the spray.
“You know,” Danny murmured beside him, voice low and teasing, “if you took a picture, it’d last longer.”
Chevy’s head snapped toward him. Danny was lounging against the edge, grinning.
Chevy raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Rosie’s right, you’ve got it bad for the boss,” Danny observed, unbothered by Chevy’s denial.
Chevy huffed, about to respond, when John swam up and, true to form, made everything worse.
“Quit eye-fuckin’ him and make a move already, you fuckin’ pussy,” John grunted, a look of mild disdain on his face.
Chevy’s gaze snapped to Lorne, who’s thankfully still oblivious, then back to John. His irritation flared, sharp and impulsive, and before he could think better of it, he lunged.
Chevy’s hands slammed into John’s shoulders, shoving him under with all the force of pent-up frustration. John, naturally, didn’t go down without a fight. He surged back up, coughing and grinning like he’d been waiting for this to happen. His arm hooked around Chevy’s neck, yanking him under in a chaotic tangle of limbs and bubbles.
They broke the surface, sputtering curses. “You asshole!” Chevy barked, swiping water from his eyes.
“Oh, cry about it,” John shot back, grinning wide as he shoved Chevy again, less angry now, more like a kid picking a scab just because he could.
Neither was willing to back down. Shoves turned to grabs, curses to breathless laughter, the fight losing its edge as instinct gave way to grappling without any of the hatred they’d come to expect from their interactions. Danny threw himself into the fray.
“Jesus Christ, Aykroyd!” Chevy yelped as Danny tackled him, nearly dunking them both.
The three of them thrashed like idiots, water churning around them, until exhaustion took the fight out of their swings and all that was left was laughter and the occasional half-hearted splash.
“You done?” Danny panted, wiping water from his face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Chevy muttered, breathless and grinning despite himself.
John, always eager to get in the last word, splashed water at Chevy’s face with one last remark. “Pussy.”
“You’re a fucking child,” Chevy snapped, wiping water from his face as he pushed away.
“Says the one who needs to grow a pair,” John shot back, triumphant smirk firmly in place as Danny’s laughter echoed in the courtyard.
Chevy didn’t dignify it with a response. He hauled himself out of the pool, water streaming down his chest, hair plastered to his forehead. Lorne was watching, of course. The corner of his mouth curved upward, just enough for Chevy to catch it.
“They’re fucking animals,” Chevy huffed, dropping onto the edge of Lorne’s lounger by his feet.
Lorne’s grin grew wider. And without a word, he held out the joint.
Chevy wiped his hands on a towel, took the offered joint, and took a slow drag.
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So yeah basically airplanes took over my life again and so my hyperfixation has been elsewhere…
HOWEVER
I hope you accept the first two chapters of my Lorne/Chevy fanfic as an apology!!
Check it out on Ao3 now!
I’m hoping to update weekly from today because the fanfic is genuinely almost done, ringing in at damn near 50k words. I tried my best to keep them in character, so I hope people enjoy. I haven’t forgotten about Saturday Night and I check the ao3 and tumblr tags often
I will try to post more on here as the inspiration hits, but please know that I WILL be finishing this fanfic for y’all as a thank you <3