#rik mayall x reader

[rik-mayall-owns-my-heart]

Imagine Kevin trying to work up the nerve to ask you out

Kevin Turvey x GN!Reader

Fluff!

Warnings: none

Summary: A fun little imagine I conjured up about the cutest investigative reporter. Pretty much what the title says, Kevin working up the nerve to ask you out, enjoy💛

(Gif not mine, credit goes to whoever made it)

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Pacing back and forth by the river for goodness knows how long, Kevin had been working up the nerve to ask out his crush and long time best friend, you. As well as rehearsing various lines and approaches for you. Which was tricky for him, to say the least.

Although he was somewhat confident initially, he quickly realizes that this is going to be a lot harder than he thought it'd be.

"Right". Kevin takes in a breath, straightening his posture before speaking,

"Hello Y/N, we've been friends for like a while, right and I've been wondering if you'd fancy going out...with me." Kevin only shakes his head. " I need to be more confident, they'd like that, I bet."

Taking a straighter stance and lifting his chin, slightly grimacing his face into a more serious expression, he starts again,

"Oy there love. I like you and you like me too, let's go out" he says in a comically cocky manner, wriggling his shoulders and bobbing his head a little when speaking.

Then he pauses, eyes moving to the ground in thought.

"Perhaps that's a bit too forceful." He says, relaxing his stance. "Right, straight to the point then.."

Kevin takes in another breath before blurting out in a rapid pace "Hello Y/N, for some time now I've grown romantic feelings for you, like, I like you much more than a friend. Fancy a date with me?" He pierces his lips closed and visibly tenses up.

As if holding in a breath, he lets out a sharp exhale with a slight slouch of his back, brushing a hand through his hair in a mixture of deep thought and frustration.

"We've known each other for years now, why in the bloody hell is this so difficult!" He exclaims in utter annoyance. His voice slightly cracking at the end of his sentence.

Although it was hard for Kevin to recognize it, the reason he was stressing over this so much is because his feelings for you were deep and genuine and the last thing he wants to do is mess up the first step of confessing his feelings for you and yes, taking you out on a proper date. You were perfect to him, so this confession must be equally so. He's never felt this way about anybody before, not even about Theresa Kelly. No, these feelings were much more serious, Kevin couldn't stop thinking about you, your laugh, the way you'd listen to his ramblings about whatever mundane investigation he was fixated on without ridiculing or making fun of him, the way you'd smile at him when you'd greet him before a hang out, and the kindness you'd shown him was something that made his heart pitter-patter in a most wonderful way. He was downright smitten with you, although he didn't realize it right away, only expressing confusion at how he'd get butterflies when he saw you or how his heart sped up when you'd look him in the eye but when he finally does realize it, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Then came the overthinking and fussing over how to tell you, if he should tell you and the worry that his feelings would ruin your friendship because he truly didn't know if you even felt romantically towards him at all, let alone as strongly as he felt for you. Was this gamble of spilling his feelings out for you even worth it? He didn't know but what he did know is that he at least wanted to give it a shot. Truth is, he was terrified of the idea of another man wooing you and taking you away from him. He couldn't even stomach the thought without feeling a little nauseous. And who knew! Maybe you felt the same for him as he did you! There was only one way to know for sure. Which brings us back to now.

"This is utterly useless!" He says with a small stomp.

"Forget the lines, forget the plans. I'll approach them and say whatever comes natural, in the moment. Improvisation." Head bobbing lightly and eyes gazing off into the water, his nerves eat away at him but Kevin's defiance overcomes the nervousness, if not a bit aggressively.

"Oh bugger it!" Fueled by determination alone, he sets off for your house.

[callsigncrash]

I’ve seen some more people liking my work lately so I wanted to say that requests are open!

[jester-lover]

One Morning in Winter

A cute little Vyv x reader drabble to pair with the headcanons!

cw- fluff, fem! term (once)

 

The blanket was fluttering slightly beneath your shoulders, it smelled like old books and staircases, everything in Vyvyan’s room did, considering it was all second-hand. Warm hands grasped on to your arms, gently pulling the blanket off before tapping on your shoulders.

“Get up! Get up girly, we'll miss the snow!”

      The grating voice snapped your eyes open, quickly making you sit up and meet the gaze of the man himself, your lover. Vyvyan’s regular trihawk was slightly off centered, his wide eyes glanced towards the window again, hands running down your arms to hold both your hands. He helped you off the rickety bed, the blanket fell to the ground in a quick swoop. 

“What’s so important about the snow anyway?”

    Yawns escaped your mouth in tandem with the words, and the punk quickly turned around, hands interlocked behind your back as his eyebrows furrowed. He stilled for a minute.

“So I can shove fresh snow down Rick’s bedsheets.”

   The matter-of-fact tone no longer surprised you, and you smiled at his honesty. When the two of you crept past the rickety stairs, he ran to the couch, picking up a small red pail, the kind children use to build sandcastles at beaches, with a matching plastic shovel. He stomped back towards you, moving towards the door before letting you exit first. 

“So what do you want me to help you with?”

   The thin nightgown you wore didn’t keep out the chill of the London snow, Vyvyan was just fine however, short sleeves and all. He turned towards you in a staggering motion, raising the shovel up and pointing it at you.

“Moral, of course.”

    Rolling your eyes, you moved to step on the damp carpet by the entrance, watching the man of your dreams shovel snow into a plastic pail. It took Vyvyan a solid two minutes to get it all in, jumping up and down in victory once he got to his goal. Quickly he turned around to show you the finished product, letting his shovel fall to the ground. He placed the bucket by the door before giving you a tight hug, his arms still somehow warm. His smiling face was contagious.

“Let's get going!”

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   The damp wallpaper in Rick’s room was practically peeled off completely, and his posters of Lenin and Marx opened a wide gap into his thought process. Vyvyan ran into the door, and immediately dumped the snow all over the sleeping man, along with throwing the bucket at his head.

“VYVYAN! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!”

     The two of you giggled at his aghast expression as Rick shivered and tried to brush himself clean of snow. Vyvyan swept you up in a cold hug, making sure to rub your back with his frozen hands, causing you to break into a fit of mad laughter and run out the doorway, back into his room. 

    The punk followed you, hugging you from behind as he finally caught up to you. His raspy, quivering voice spoke up in the new silence, mimicking a posh upper-class accent.

“What a wonderful way to start winter!”

A/N- I'll make Rick headcanons when I finish the show!!

[rawiswhore]

Rik Mayall x Fem Reader- “Having It All”

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The year was 1993. Rik had long hair and was a far cry from his days in “The Young Ones” where he was scrawny and shrew-faced. It’s hard to believe the Rik from 1993 and Rik from 1984 are the same person.

His hair was brown colored and he wore a navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and black necktie.

He sat down in a wooden chair on a pitch black stage.

Soon, a sound of bongos paddling fast was heard.

Then some finger snaps from people offstage.

You then entered the stage.

Wearing a skin tight white dress like this

Showing off your curves and wore a pair of white high heels on your feet.

You sauntered on the stage down the flight of stairs sexily, walking to him.

He had an erection building up under his pants; his cock starting to rise in the groin area when he saw you.

You basically took his breath away.

Once you walked up to him, you pointed an index finger towards him and started singing...

“You asked me what I want, when I thought I made it clear...”

What a beautiful voice, he thought in his head.

“Although I won’t stop lovin’ you” you sang, waving your finger at him “you can never have me near”.

You then bent your body down towards him, singing “Don’t blame me”, swaying your hips left and right with every word you said, he watched your butt sway back and forth. “I never asked you to fall, no one is gonna stop me, from havin’ it all...”

You then pointed yourself up and started sensually walking around him, around the chair he was sitting in, and started singing...

“Havin’ it all, havin’ it all, you’ll never stop me from havin’ it all...havin’ it all, havin’ it all...”

You then pointed your index finger directly in front of his face, crooning “You’ll never stop me from havin’ it all”.

You walked sexily, slinkily, daintily and flirtatiously in front of him while some instrumental music played, teasing him and pleasuring him, walking around like Jessica Rabbit and then you began singing again while singing...

“Havin it all, having it all, you’ll never stop me from havin’ it all..."

You then got in front of his face and pointed your same finger, singing...

"You've got to except, I'm no ordinary girl", waving your finger at him back and forth while you sang this.

"I'll never fit" you sang, pointing to him, keeping a straight figure at him, pointing at his nose "In your perfect little world..."

You then bent your body down slightly, posing like a right turn symbol on a sign on the road.

"Don't take it lightly" you sang, swaying your butt left and right with every word you sang "Baby, I'm not bluffing", getting close to his face, gently grabbing his necktie.

"To get what I want" you sang "I'll stop at nothing" you swayed your hips with every word you sang.

"Havin' it all, having it all, you'll never stop me from having it all" you crooned, walking around him flirtatiously, him noticing every curve your body poking out on your dress.

"Having it all, having it all, you'll never stop me..."

"My reasons are simple, so don't ask me why..." you sang. "I'll never forget you..."

You then put your face very close to his face, almost touching his lips, slightly grabbing and pulling his necktie.

OmiGod, is she going to kiss me? Rik thought.

"Good...bye"...

When you sang bye, you then pulled yourself away from him, his necktie slowly slipping from your hand and your hand falling down his necktie.

You then walked away, he starring at your backside. Looking at you and lusting over you.

While he was disappointed he didn't get a kiss from you, he still never will forget this.

'Tis a shame she didn't get to pleasure me more...

[kimhargreeves]

The Goth One Pt 1(The Young Ones)

In which Alice an American goth girl studying medical examination travels to the UK and gets to be the 5th housemate and meets the famous bastards.

A/N: I feel like this will be a laid back and fun book to write. I never heard of this show before and just a week ago discovered it and I've loved it! It's a shame I never heard of it before but oh well, this book is mainly inspired by another book based on the show titled Me And My Bastards. I read all chapters and got inspired by it💜

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I can't believe my parents would kick me out of the house! According to them I would stay in my room all day and mope arpund but that is a lie, the reason I stayed inside was because I was busy with my homeworks and would constantly lose hours of sleep. As an only child they were taking their rage out on me. I huffed in annoyance and held my bags when I stared at the old looking apartment in front of me.

It was a long ass trip from New Jersey to London but I hope this is worth it. My parents made me a deal, to finish my studies, make some friends, and graduate myself. My father is half british so that also meant he has a brother living nearby who, I don't remember much of him since I met him when I was a baby.

All my life I've been fed up in my room since everyone back then would bully me since I am a goth and rarely interacted with people. I had to also work on my anger issues since some other family members basically barged into our home and began to live there without any payment.

I guess I just got tired of it all which is the reason I am not too upset I left.

I walked up the stairs and got my key out but I realized the front door wasn't even locked. Ignoring it I pushed the door open and walked inside, "Hello?" I made a stop and my mouth fell open when I saw the interior and that alone made me want to grab my bags and run off.

The inside of the apartment was a complete mess and up ahead lying on a carpet was some food with a pot. "Oh no. Bad karma again. Guys, there's some dinner on the floor if you want it." I stared weirdly at a tall man with long hair. A hippy. "Umm hello?" I whispered poking the mans back and he instantly jumped and looked at me.

"Who are you?" He asked incredulously but just when I was going to respond we were pushed back by someone. Another tall man dressed entireoy in black with a few pins on his lapel stepped in looking pissed.

"Well? Have you decided to apologize about what you said about Cliff Richard?" He quickly said and shouted right after. "Look, I don't want to discuss it! Okay? Ha-- I wouldn't even discuss the color of orange juice with you, Neil. Heh! But I've written a poem and I think perhaps it might help you.

"It's orange, Rick, and look, I don't want to depress you or anything, but like, you're standing in a huge mound of lentil cassarole." The angry looking man took out a small notebook and began to recite."Oh Cliff! Sometimes it must be difficult not to feel as if. You really are a cliff. When fascists keep trying to push you over it!. Are they the lemmings, or are you Cliff? Or ARE you, Cliff?"

"Yeah. That was really pretty bad, Rick."

"Bad for society when the KIDS start to get into it!"

"I'm gonna kill myself now." The other tall man said and shoved his head into the oven.

"Pretty angry stuff, right? Let them try and ignore that, right? "Those clever trousers in the army! And the police, and the government, if they can! "I see things much more clearly now! Bye Rick." "Yes, g'bye."

The angry one said writing away without bothering to look at the man wantjng to kill himself. What is happening around here? "I'll probably come back as a lentil. "I might even be put in prison! And have water DRIPPED on my head! I might even get a personal message from Cliff! "Oh, wow! This is the end, man! Doesn't anybody ever suss out cleaning this oven except me? Aw, w--this is so dirty, man, uncool! I bet you could look inside all the dirty ovens in the world, right, and you can--even the ones at the bottoms of swamps, and you wouldn't find one as dirty as this one." The man amazes and disgusted stared at the oven. "Neil! Why don't you listen to me, Neil? Why don't you listen to ME? Y--d'you find me boring or something? Look. Look. That's a saucer. THAT'S boring. Look. The one known as Rick held up a  saucer up next to his face for comparison, pointing at both for effect. "Pretty different, really, isn't it? It's not really the same thing at all, is it Neil? NEIL!  I will not be associated with saucers!"

"Excuse me!" I shouted trying to tap the man but he ran past me and began to break things. Right then a door next to me opened and I saw another man about my height walks in.

"Hi guys! 6:15, enter Mike the cool person for his dinner. Strolls across the floor, "Hi Neil," he says, looking good and already warming up "Is that supper?" The one known as Mike asks pointing to the black in Neil's hands. "No, no, that's supper over there." Neil corrects and points at the lensils on the carpet, "Why are you smashing up saucers, Rick? Your prints on 'em? I know just how you feel, man, y'dig? Sometimes saucers used to make me pretty angry too. Yeah, there's a lotta heads buried at the bottom of the garden because of a saucer in the works." "I suppose you think it's pretty weird, don't you Mike? Well. You'd be right. 'Cause THAT'S the kind of guy I am, right? WEIRD. Sycophant!"

I stared between both men horrified and cringed when Neil tried to scoop the  casserole up from the floor. "Guys, I really think we ought to get it together maybe to eat something, you know?"

This is my chance. "HEY!" I shout and gained everyone's attention. "Oh that's right I forgot about you." The hippy says in a low voice.

"How dare you forget such a lady like this, Neil." The one known as Mike says standing from his seat and smiling at me and winks. "And who might you be?" He extended his hand and I shook it.

"Allison Cates but Alice is just fine." I smile and the tall man nodded and wiped his dirty hands on a cloth and shook my hand too. "Well I'm Neil. It's a pleasure to have you here."

I smiled back and turned to my side and took a few steps backs when the man stepped closer to me. I felt a bit intimidated especially since he was a lot taller than me. "Is this Al? Our fifth roommate? I thought it would be a boy not a girl!" He spat out and glared at me.

"Oh that's right. We heard an Al would be arriving today, guess he heard it wrong. Turns out Al is actually Alice." Mike said and wouldn't stop smiling. He's the flirt.

"P-Pleasure to meet you." I forced a small smile and extended my hand again.

"Rick." He looks like a Fred to me. Rick simply said shaking it and quickly pulled his hand away and cleaned it against his blazer. Immediately he saw something on the floor and I realized it was a rat. "A rat a rat!" I quickly went to the other side of the room and got on top of a seat, Rick then grabbed a guitar and smashed it, killing the rat.

"There all done."

"Geez Rick, my grandfather built that on his death bed." Neil whined starinf at the now broken guitar. "Like I care." Rick replied and raised an eyebrows and looked at me from head to toe.

"Get down from there woman!" I did as told and threw a dirty cloth on the dead rat and took seat since Neal 'prepared' dinner. He placed some lentils on a small plate in front of me and didn't even bother to touch.

Then Neil began to explain how this would be his last meal and that he would kill himself. "Yeah, okay, okay, right, like house meeting, okay? Yeah. Like, I know four pounds fifty is like a hell of a lot of bread to lay out just for a lentil casserole, but I did a lot, right? I've finished building my gallows, and it's totally far out, you should see it Rick. Like, when the trap door opens, and I, like, die, it lights Joss Sticks and plays "Rock Around The Clock"; it's totally amazing.

"Oh, far out. Really great. WOODSTOCK."

I screamed and jumped in my seat when someone bursted into the room by crashing through the wall directly above the supper table. He's holding what is apparently a disembodied leg?

"Oh, fine, great, yeah. Why don't you sit in the supper, man, yeah." Does this normally happen here? "Vyvyan, you might have washed ye hands!" The walks over to the sink, kicks it completely off the wall, and runs his hands through the stream of water now flowing. I stare at the weird orange haired punk guy who looks also pissed off.

The punk then came over and pushed me out of my seat then sat on it. Miks stared at him then me and helped me up and I sat down next to him. "It's not nice to push a girl, Vyvyan!" Rick shouted.

"Now that's new. I've never heard of Rick here defending a girl." Mike chuckled looking between us.

"Eww no girls are disgusting!" Rick quickly defended himself ans gagged when he said that.

"And who the hell are you?!" The red haired man shouted. That can't be his real voice. "This is the 5th housemate, Alice. She's studying arpund the same medical field are you so maybe you can get along." Mike suggested and Vyvyan only nodded.

"Vyvyan? Isn't that a girls name?" I asked but Vyvyan rolled his eyes. "Because my parents thought I was a girl!" I stayed silent and stared down at my food and heard the boys arguing. Which led to Vyvyan pushing Rick's face onto his food and Neil saying his goodbyes to us.

"Shouldn't we be worried for him?" I stand up looking worriedly at where Neil left. Everyone said "No" and resumed to eating.

Neil decided to enter the room again. "Um... Look, I'll see you on the other side, okay, lads? This is really it, I'm going, okay?" "Yeah, yeah, see you, Neil." Mike said looking away from his friend. "Yeah, bye, Neil." Vyvyan said next eating his food.

"And um, you can forget about the bread, okay, man?"

"Hey, listen, it's just like going to sleep, okay?" Mike seemed annoyed by him. "But I'm an insomniac, Mike." Neil replied "So what are you worried about?" Neil look at Mike then rhe rest of us. Surprisingly Rick was quiet. "Oh yeah, thanks. Thanks, Mike, bye. It was nice knowing you even though it's been less than an hour we met, Alice." Neil said shutting the door again and disappearing.

"Look. Nobody's fed Special Patrol Group, have they?" Who? I turned around and saw Vyv wakk over to a cage and saw a small hamster in it.

"I think "Special Patrol Group" is a stupid name for a hamster!" Rick shouted back. "Okay, I'll change it, then! Hello, Cliff Richard!" "Bastard!" The hamster then proceeded to bite down on Vyvyan's finger. In pain, Vyv pulls his hand out of the cage, hamster still attached, and begins trying to beat the creature off by smashing it on the table. I began to chuckled at that which made him hit me with the hamster on his finger. He went over to the cooking pot and dumped the hamster into it. "Oh, thanks a lot, Vyvyan! You know I'm a vegetarian!" Rick angrily shouts getting up from his seat "Vyvyian! I really think you ought to feed that hamster more often!" "Look, I don't want to spoil him, okay?" Vyvyan pulls the hamster out of the pot. It is now bloated from the food it ingested. "It looks well on him, though, doesn't he?"

"How can a hamster eat that quick?" I ask myself staring at the fat creature.

There was a whole on thr floor and like nothing Vyvyan dropped the hamster and it crashed onto the floor. I ran over to Vyv and Rick's side and stared down at the flying hamsters that landed on the basement.

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This place felt like a mental hospital. I was sitting on a seat with Mike on the other side reading a magazine and Vyvyan behind me hitting his head against the wall. Some air left my body when Vyvyan fell down backwards on me, he held his hand and I my stomach.

The door was pushed open and in came a chubby man wearing black with a bag in hand. "Who is he?" I whisper staring weirdly at the man.

"That's Jerzy Balowski." Vyv tells me not bothering to move from me.

"Hey, everybody! Hello, Mike, yes? Come on, let's twist again! Like we did in last Summer, yeah, yeah, yeah... let's twist again, like we didn't do in Moscow because I've never been there of course, you know, I am English person! Hi I am Jerzy, yeah, crazy wacky landlord! You know, I like very much your English punk rock stars, you know, your your ! Oh yes! I think they are F-A-B, that's English for "stupid!", yeah! Okay, fantastic! Hey, Mikey, look! Here, I have some Coca-Cola, yes? We have party, yes? Okay, let's dance, let's do the fog! You know, I am liking very much your ; thanks to him, I am never having it, yeah!

"Who the hell is he talking to?" I ask again when he introduced himself lookinf at no one.

"And who might you be young lady? You're the newest in the residence, yes? How far are you enjoying England?" He happily says and thankfully Rick intervened.

"Mr. Balowski! We have residents rights, you know! You're supposed to knock!" A very annoyed and pissed of Rick told Balowski who ignored him. "Listen, don't you think it's a nice house, here? Is good house, is clean house, Michael Caine and , yes? So maybe sometime you would like to pay me some rent, then we go down milk bar for soda pop, you shovel, yes?"

"Listen, Jerzy... "Jeremy, actually." The man correxted and smiled down at Mike. "Jeremy we listen, if you're worried about the rent, I've got that sussed. Gentlemen, house meeting, in the hall, two seconds, be there!" Mike and Rick came over and both grabbed my sleeves and I exited the room with them with Vyv behind me. i can't even understand what the man is saying. I was confused and glamced at my side and saw the three boys whispering to each other. They dragged me back with them and sat me down, I got even more confused when the man suddenly left and I looked between the guys. "What happened?"

"I hate him! Do you think he really is British?" Rick says ignoring me like the rest.

" Well he knows a lot about the Mersey sound." "Shut up! I'm trying to stir my coffee! "No, listen! We got a letter from the council! They're going to demolish the house tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? But I just moved in!

Suddenly there was dramatic music and lightning. I looked around the place and Mike spoke, "But I was going to turn it into an entertainment complex! This room's a roller disco! Hey! I'm depressed! It's Nine Below Zero!"

We turn around and this day continues to get weirder when I saw the band inside the apartment. How did they get in?! I put that thought aside and began humming as they sang their song and played their instruments.

[rik-mayall-owns-my-heart]

Imagine Kevin asking you out

Kevin Turvey x GN!reader

Fluff!

Warnings: Slight angst

Summary: Part 2 of the imagine of Kevin working up the nerve to ask you out, where in this one he finally does it.

(Gif not mine, credit goes to whoever made it)

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Kevin's head was swimming with thoughts as he made his way to your place, a mixture of anticipation and fear bubbling into an overwhelming sensation in his stomach.

The closer he's getting to your house, the more his nerves are building up. Despite such intense feelings however, he never thought once to turn around or flake out on this "mission", as he calls it. No, he couldn't do that, not now, especially since he felt so deeply of you and wanted to know if you felt even a fraction of what he felt. He's experienced too many sleepless nights and investigations where he could barely concentrate on the subject matter since his thoughts would inevitably drift to you.

Right now the effect you had on him was incredible, for once he was able to keep a coherent thought on something without getting sidetracked onto other irrelevant topics that'd lead him to sidetrack into even more irrelevant topics until completely losing his original point all together.

Not this time however. His determination to let his feelings be known kept him hyper focused on you and you alone.

The walk to your house felt both like an eternity and unbelievably quick all at once. A mixture of nerves and dread swirling in his chest.

Then, as if a dark cloud had formed out of thin air, a mortifying thought had crept it's way into his head as he approached your house, what if you not only reject him but you find the idea of him being your boyfriend absolutely revolting? Being friends? Yeah, sure but romantic partners? Yuck!

The thought makes him stop dead in his tracks, his blood turning into ice as he tenses up, making him freeze coincidentally directly at the beginning of the walkway to your door, rubbing his palms nervously over the outer thighs of his pant legs. His eyes widen a bit as he stares off in horrified thought, the dread was almost too much for him as he contemplated even continuing down the walkway at all.

'I can't do this' was all he thought before turning on his heel to head home. And as luck would have it, the second he turned away from your house, he heard the front door open, prompting his head to swivel toward the door once more and much to his dismay, it was you.

"Oh, hi Kevin!" You greeted him in a cheerful tone and with that same smile that caused his heart to skip a beat. He couldn't help but notice you had a certain pep in your step anytime you'd make your way toward him. Which Kevin couldn't help but find absolutely charming.

"Oh, um 'ello there Y/n. Fancy meeting you 'ere in front of your...'ouse" He greeted you, head slightly hung low, a hand placed on his hip and shoulders swinging slightly back and forth a bit as his other hand gestured towards your home. You however couldn't help but notice that he was avoiding eye contact with you, preferring to set his sights on the ground below

"Um, yeah, I 'spose so. What brings you all the way over here? Let me guess, couldn't stand to be away from me, huh?" You jest, playfully poking a finger into his shoulder.

'Oh god, this is gonna be impossible' Kevin thinks to himself, his eyes fall onto you once more before speaking "Y-yes, I mean no! No I do like spending time with you but I'm not like, well, you know, counting down the minutes until I see you again or anything. Not that I'd not look forward to seeing you again but I'm not like obsessive over it, right and-"

"Kevin" you managed to halt his ramblings, placing a hand on his arm, which stops him in his tracks.

"Is there something the matter? You seem rather nervous today. Is everything alright?" You ask softly, your hand giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

Kevin sighs, his jaw clenches and lips pierce as he takes a moment to pluck up the courage he had on his way here, his nerves flaring up once more but he manages to push them aside before speaking to you.

"Y/n, I have like, something to confess, right and I've thought long and hard about it for a while now, and I don't think I can keep it inside me-self much longer."

"Go on" you urge him softly. And with that, new found courage had prompted him to simply go for it, to take that leap of faith.

"Well, you see. I like you, a lot. As in more than a friend, much more in fact. One of my favorite things in the world is spending time with you and bringing you along with me when i need help with any of my investigations. Crikey, even if we do nothing but lay about in my room, listening to records and talking about anything that comes to our minds all day, I could spend ages and ages with you just doing that, as long as it's with you I'd be happy just about anywhere in the world doing just about anything. Of course, except scuba diving or exploring the edge of a volcano or anything that could cause you harm, basically. Or anything that can make you unhappy. As long as we're together and safe, as long as YOU'RE safe and happy. I'll be more than alright."

Kevin's confession was so sincere and heartfelt If not a little long winded but you didn't care, if anything it made it that much sweeter to you because it was exactly like him. You couldn't help the expression that adorned your features. Your heart swelled in the most wonderful way possible, a mixture of relief and absolute joy swirling inside of your chest.

The hand you had on his arm travels down and takes his hand into your own, a gesture he happily reciprocates.

"I can't believe you feel the same way for me like I do for you." Your voice is barely above a whisper, disbelief and tenderness laced in your words.

"You do?" He asks softly, meeting your gaze. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do! I've liked you more than just a friend for such a long time now, Kevin. You have no idea how much I've dreamt of this moment. And never in a million years did I think you could ever like me back. I feel like I'm dreaming but if so, I hope I never wake up" you grin.

Your words spark a bout of courage within him that prompts him to go even further.

"C-can I um" Kevin takes your other hand in his and gives both your hands a soft squeeze.

"Can I kiss you?" He finally asks you.

"Please" you whisper.

With that, Kevin leans in and places his soft lips onto yours in a delicate kiss. The moment his lips touch yours, he feels like his heart is doing flips in his chest and his head is spinning, as is yours.

Once he pulls away he pulls you into a hug and the both of you bask in each other's embrace for goodness knows how long before Kevin speaks again.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?" You answer, your eyes closed and lips formed into a small smile.

"Will you go with me to see a movie tonight, as in like a date, a proper date."

You smile "I'll go anywhere with you, Kevin."

"Great" is all he says.

Neither of you can say just how long you two stayed there in each other's arms but eventually you were the one to break away first.

"Why don't we go right now?" You ask. "Then afterwards we can go to the mall and walk around and whatnot or we can go to that one playground nobody ever uses and just sit and chat."

Kevin gazes off to the side in thought and couldn't think of a reason why they couldn't go right then, either.

"Right, off we go then." Kevin offers you an arm to which you loop your arm through his and the both of you make your way to the bus stop.

"Mick is 'aving a couple of his mates over for cards this afternoon anyways and I wasn't looking forward to listening to their wee brained conversations."

[rik-mayall-owns-my-heart]

Headcanons for spending time with Kevin at the library

Kevin Turvey x GN!reader

Fluff!

Warnings: Slightly suggestive

Summary: Just like the title says, headcanons for you and Kevin at the library. Enjoy💛

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• Spending time at the library with Kevin is quite a relaxing ordeal but it could get a little ridiculous at times.

• Like no matter the subject of his investigation, he always goes overboard with the amount of books of he chooses.

• So much so that half of the books he picks out have nothing to do with the topic.

• He just got distracted by the title and/or book cover and added it to his pile.

• You ask him if all of those books are necessary, to which he replies "'Course they are, if not I wouldn't have got them"

• Eventually he completely forgets about those books entirely tho.

• As he's doing research, you're off in your own world reading a book or studying if you're in school.

• Or if there's a hefty amount of research to get done, you'll offer to help him out of course.

• The both of you share a comfortable silence while doing your own thing, it's quite soothing for the both of you.

• Under the table handholding!

• Sometimes you'll feel Kevin's hand find it's way onto your thigh and come to rest there.

• Which you don't mind at all!

• Kevin will often times randomly cut through the silence with a rant about the info he'd just learnt.

• If the library is particularly empty that day, you two may or may not have breaks that include a heated makeout session within the depths of the library *wink wink*.

• If he's feeling brave, Kevin will suggest upping the stakes and doing more than just kissing back there *ahem*.

• Disappointed but respects your decision when you say no to the idea.

• When you're lost within your book/work Kevin likes to observe and admire your fixated expression.

• How your eyebrows slightly furrowed and eyes squint in concentration, he finds it absolutely lovely!

• Overall like everywhere else he spends with you, Kevin truly enjoys his time with you at the library.

[rik-mayall-owns-my-heart]

Hanging out at the bus stop

Kevin Turvey x GN!reader

Fluff! Mosty silliness

Warnings: none

Summary: A silly drabble of Reader accompanying Kevin on one of his more peculiar investigations. Enjoy💛

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"What's the time?" Your boyfriend huffs out, his hands barely keeping hold of the bus stop sign he was currently clinging to for dear life.

"10 seconds more than the last time you asked me before, Kev"

"14 seconds isn't bad!" Your boyfriend grunts out in a tight voice.

'How long can a person hang onto the sign of a bus stop before falling off' that was the subject of Kevin's latest investigation. You didn't stop him from partaking in the topic, partly because you wanted to support your boyfriend in his pursuit and also you were genuinely curious as to how long he'd last up there.

"How long are you planning on going for, sweetheart?"

"For as long a-as possible, 6 minutes, m-maybe 1 hour and 25 minutes if possible." Kevin responded in the same grunty tone, his words coming out a bit faster this time 'round however.

"Just please don't hurt yourself, Kev" You warned.

"Don't worry love, I know w-what I'm doing." His hands continue to slide down the pole only to immediately slide up and grip at the cold, damp metal again, as do his legs, which are wrapped around the metal structure, his thighs grip as hard as they can.

"You sure about that?"

"'Course!" Kevin's voice breaks as he attempts a tighter grip around the pole by tightening the grip of his legs. "I'm sure I'm at least near the 5 minute mark, anyways"

"Not quite, my love"

"Then how-"

"25 seconds, 26 seconds." You count.

"Blimey, this is the longest 26 seconds of my life!" Kevin huffs out. "You know what! 26 seconds is quite enough!" He exclaims before letting go of the pole, loosening the grip of his legs and plopping on the ground onto his feet.

"Well 27 seconds, now." You reply in a feeble attempt to comfort your exhausted boyfriend, hand on his shoulder, you give him a peck on the cheek as he's bent over catching his breath.

After a moment he stands himself back up and straightens out his coat and you hand him back his bag which he slings onto his shoulder before speaking.

"Right, we'll try this out again tomorrow but this time I'm gonna coat me palms in superglue, you see, so I could get a better grip of the pole. That way me hands can't slide down the metal."

"Kevin NO!"

[rik-mayall-owns-my-heart]

Dating Kevin Turvey headcanons

Kevin Turvey x GN!reader

Fluff, Romance

Warnings: Slightly suggestive,

Summary: Self explanatory, headcanons for dating Kevin, enjoy💛

(Gif not mine, credit goes to whoever made it)

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• Let's get one thing clear, once you two start dating, expect Kevin to be clingy, very clingy.

• He's still in shock that you agreed to go out with him, let alone that you've been pining for him like he has been for you.

• Even though you already were before, you get involved in helping Kevin with his investigations.

• Kevin's mother adores you and thinks you've made a positive impact on her son.

• Keith Marshall may or may not try to hit on you to get under Kevin's skin, which of course it does!

• To which you respond to his lines by raising an eyebrow at him and turning around to pull Kevin into a brief but heated kiss.

• Your boyfriend becomes so flustered and red and pulls you close into his side.

• After some time however Keith becomes bored with the tactic and gives up the flirting and ends up treating you like another mate.

• Mick is indifferent to you and kind of sees you as an extention of Kevin which results in the both of you bickering every once in a while.

• If anything he's confused on how Kevin was able to land himself a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner and will ask you what exactly it is you see in him.

• To which you happily reply to, listing all the qualities you love about him even though you're well aware Mick still won't understand.

• You're always at his Television appearances with him before he's to go out.

• Giving him words of encouragement and wishing him good luck with a kiss before he sets out on stage.

• Even if segments go awry, you still assure him he did very well and that he looked so handsome out there.

• But you offer genuine words of advice if things go particularly bad.

•You help Kevin relax whenever he gets stressed or overly emotionally, which always leaves him drained.

• His favorite method for unwinding is laying his head in your lap as you lightly run your fingers through his hair.

• Bonus points if you lightly scratch his scalp, then he becomes putty in your hands.

• His ramblings subsiding, giving way to a soft sigh, eyes glazing over like a cat basking in utter tranquility.

• Likes being the little spoon when you two cuddle he'd rather die than let anyone know that tho

• However if you're sad, upset or not feeling good in general he'll gladly be the big spoon

• This man is proud and I do mean proud to be seen with you on his arm.

• Hand holding all day, everyday!

• Loves to flaunt the fact that you're his partner in the face of anyone that ever gave him a hard time around town.

• Wrapping an arm around your shoulder and throwing a smug smile their way, his chin facing upwards in a gloating gesture.

• Doesn't let you near Keith Marshall at first in fear that he'd try to make a move on you.

• Even though you assure him that you're not going anywhere.

• Movie nights! Loves watching films with you especially if it's a crime/thriller film.

• His love language is quality time and touch.

• So he definitely is clingy and wants to spend as much time with you as possible.

• It takes some getting used to on both your parts when you two start sleeping together.

• You with Kevin's sleep talking and excessive arm and leg movements.

• And Kevin not being used to sleeping with another person in general.

• Whenever you're sad or depressed he's the most caring and attentive boyfriend you could ask for.

• He may not be sure what to do at first but eventually through communicating to him, he'll know exactly what to do to ease your pain.

• He will probably yell at Mick or Keith to leave you alone if he feels like they're bothering you in some way.

• Loves Listening to records with you.

• You both each will take turns playing a record and making out on his bed the whole time if his mom isn't home

• Very gentle lover and treats you like the most precious and gorgeous thing on the planet (which as far as he's concerned, you are!)

• He honestly can't figure out how he's gotten so lucky to have someone like you by his side.

• The day he met you is his most cherished memory.

• Doesn't feel like his life truly started until you came into his life.

• Wants to marry you one day and spend the rest of his life with you.

[jester-lover]

Vyvyan with an s/o! (Headcanons)

Includes- fem terms for reader, FLUFF, canon typical violence, SLIGHT OOC, author has only watched the first 6 episodes and it shows

this is a Neil appreciation account, I am an American and attempting my best British lingo (*eagle cry*)

Wowie, an extremely niche British show from the 80s? This sounds exactly like something I’d write about!

How did he get a girlfriend? (asks Rick, aghast)

The two of you definitely met at some local pub, the smell of sweat eventually luring you both out onto the empty street

The two of you bump into one another, and he’s ready to destroy whoever just ran into him, but then he sees you

Cue the absolutely dumbfounded expression, and immediate request to walk you home

Rants on and on during the walk to your place, about everything from his flatmates to medical sciences

You don’t know if it's just the liquor talking, but your little escapade ends with your phone number written on his arm

Congratulations! You now have the world’s weirdest lover!

Your first ‘date’ is definitely somewhere secluded, walks through old forests and abandoned buildings are his favorite, because he really loves having your undivided attention

He acts like an absolute moron and you love it, dancing around, bumping into trees and making you laugh without even trying

The two of you definitely fit together, and your relationship is very sweet

Plenty of nights are spent together, snoozing on how rickety little bed, even if the both of you are still wearing your shoes 

Your family is also very happy that you’re seeing a medical student, they are less happy when he busts through the window 

His mom honestly couldn’t care less about who he dates, but she appreciates you nonetheless 

Your relationship is full of ups and downs, but nothing and nobody else will pull you apart 

Bonus- dinner with the boys!

Inevitably his housemates will get curious, and ask him to invite you over for dinner

Of course you go! You've been wanting to meet them after hearing him talk about them

When you get to the door, a sad looking man with long brown hair answers, eyes widening like he’s never seen a woman before

Two other men sit on a red couch, the man with two rat tails looks up, aghast

(Rick refused to believe you're a real person until you walked through the door)

 The shorter man in the pinstriped suit smiles at you, getting up and welcoming you in

Mike’s voice alerted Vyvyan, who immediately barreled down the squeaky stairs, picking you up in a spinning hug

Vyvyan animatedly shows you around, finally stopping at a small hamster cage

The hamster began to talk, you promptly decided to ignore it and move on

The long haired man pulls another chair to the table, beckoning you to join the group

The introductions start off well enough, until the man with the rat-tails begins to talk, opening up with his credentials within the local anarchist association, only to be promptly interrupted by Vyvyan tossing a toaster at his head

Turns out his name was Rick, and he really wasn’t having a good time 

Dinner was well, a little overkill on the lentils

The two of you ended up talking into the night, so he drove you home near midnight 

The Drabble that pairs with this is coming out once I peel myself off my bed. I will focus on giving you wonderful people more dialogue in the next Vyvyan installment, this is not the end.

[rawiswhore]

Rik Mayall x Reader- “Nasty Naughty Boy”

I know this fanfic is historically inaccurate since this Christina Aguilera song came out in 2006 and Rik looked like he did in “Briefest Encounter” in 1993, but still, a girl can dream, can she?

I also recently have a crush on Tom Hiddleston and thought of putting him in this fanfic as well, but I guess people can fantasize of Tom being the one we pleasure in this fanfic too.

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“Come here, big boy...” you purred sexily.

You sauntered on stage seductively, wearing this sexy dress and heels...

While a saxophone blared, playing a slinky melody.

Rik was there, looking like he did in “Briefest Encounter”.

Long, slightly wavy hair, wearing a black suit and blue tie.

Lying down on a bed with gold bars. 

His cock immediately sprung up from his pants when he saw you sauntering on stage.

You walked up to him sexily, strutting your stuff...

You then got in bed with him and straddled his lap like you were riding a horse.

“You’ve been a bad, bad boy...” you sang to him, wiggling your index finger left and right in front of his face, “I��m gonna take my time so enjoyyy....”, putting that same finger down his chest.

“There’s no need to feel no shame,” you crooned, undoing his tie gently “relax and sip upon my champagne...”

“I’m gonna give you a little taste”, you crooned to him, wiggling your hips left and right and grabbing the bottom of your dress “of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boyyyyyyyy...”.

You lifted the bottom of your dress to show him your panties.

He wanted the delicious taste in between your legs.

His cock was completely 100% hardened. Blood was filling and circulating his penis.

“I’ll give you some ooh, la la...” you sang to him, your face being close to his necktie, “voulez vouz coucher aveic moi...”, pulling his tie gently and slowly, freeing his neck from the oppression, and then tossed his necktie away...

“I got you breakin’ in to a sweat”, you sang to him, unbuttoning the collar on his shirt.

“Got you hot, bothered, and wet, you nasty boyyyyyy...”.

When you sang “hot, bothered, and wet”, with every word you said except “and”, you stretched the spaces of his shirt wide, three buttons were let loose from the holes, leaving empty holes unbuttoned.

When you sang “you nasty boyyyyyyy”, you ran your hands on the bare skin of his chest.

You could feel his hardness through his slacks, nearly trying to enter your pussy but was clothed, not yet getting released in there.

“Baby, for all it’s worth, I swear I’ll be the first, to blow...your...miiiiiiind”, you sang to him.

You unbuttoned his shirt while you sang this him, and like with the “hot bothered and wet” part, you did the same process, stretching his shirt parts wide until each button pop was free from its hole with every word, when you sang “blow...your...miiiiiiind”....

Then his chest was totally bare, his shirt was to the sides of his torso 

“Now if you’re ready, come and get me”, you sang, being close to his face, “I’ll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loviiiiiin’“.

You swayed your butt left and right when singing “hot, sweet, sex-y” and planted a kiss on his lips after singing “lovin’”...

“Hush, now don’t say a word” you teased to him, putting your index finger to his lips. “I’m gonna give you what you deserve”, wiggling that finger in front of his lips, taunting him.

“You better give me a little taste, put your icing on my cake, you nasty boyyyyy, oh no...”

“Oh there I go again, I need a spankin’, cuz I’ve...been...baaaaaaaad....”

While you sang this, you unbuckled his belt while singing “oh there I go again”, and then unbuttoned his pants when you sang “I’ve”, unzipped them when you sang “been” and slid his belt off slowly when you dragged out the word “baaaaaad”. 

You threw his belt away and tossed it to the floor when it was off of his hips.

“So let my body do the talkin’, just give me that hot, sweet, sexy, loviiiiiiiin’...”

You pulled his pants and underwear down when you sang this to him. 

His cock was now officially free from his pants and underwear.

It was still standing fully erect, but how could it not be?

You also then reached underneath your dress and began pulling your panties down to your knees when singing “hot, sweet, sexy loviiiiin’...”

You then placed yourself on top of his penis and started riding his cock like you were riding those mechanical horses they used to have at grocery stores.

“Come on Daddy!” you cried aloud.

He started bucking his hips up and down while you rode him up and down, he thrust in and out of you, gripping his hands behind your butt.

You moaned sexily and loudly for him to hear. 

Pinch me, I must be dreaming, he thought to himself. 

Such a beautiful girl singing seductively to him and having sex with him. Pleasuring him. 

He almost was about to cum inside you when you interrupted him again, you then got yourself off of his cock but placed your body on top of him like you were Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman when she was on top of Batman in “Batman Returns”. 

“I got you breakin’ into a sweat, got you hot, bothered and wet, you nasty booooooy!”.

“Baby for all it’s worth, I swear I’ll be the first to blow...your...mind...”

You then tilted your body down slightly, shaped like a left turn symbol, and wiggled your butt a little bit left and right and sang “If you’re ready, give it to me...”

“Just give me that hot, sweet, sexy loviiiin...”

Swaying your butt left and right when singing “hot, sweet, sex-y...”

You lifted the bottom of your dress, showing him your sexy, delicious, underwear less ass.

You frankly ordered him...

“Now give me a little spankin’...”

He couldn’t resist the temptation. He wanted to smack that delicious ass of yours. 

He then smacked his hand quickly across your bare bottom, reddening your ass, making your ass sting.

You teased him playfully, saying “Is that all you got? Don’t play with me!”.

He still continued smacking your beautiful rear end as hard as he can. 

You then turned around facing him and swayed your hips left and right every time you sang “Hot, sweet, nasty”. 

“Give me that hot, sweet, nas-ty!” you cried to him “Boy, don’t you make me waiiiiiiiit!”, pointing to him.

You then got on top of him again, not on his lap but were on top of him, hovering over him like you were a tent and he was inside the tent.

You sang to him...

“You better give me a little taste, put your icing on my cake, you nasty booooooooooy...”

You then planted a kiss on his lips. 

Then the song was over.

This was satisfying. Very satisfying.

[sunnysynthsunshine]

a Christmas themed rik x reader story

your welcome ^-^

[sunnysynthsunshine]

The Stage Manager: Chapter 1

Y/N watched the comic strip since the early days so they decided to be a stage manager being a stage manager already involved hard work like fixing cables and props but can they fix the problems of a cast member as well?

1989:

The First gig, the comic strip and the lord of misrule you met because of it

It was night time on the cold, colourful London streets

The bright buildings made the sights look like something from a 1960s painting

You had been wandering for a while and felt bored

Yes you did buy that one shirt just because it had ziggy stardust on the front

Television was dull anything that wasn’t a music-related or to do to with game shows you’d skip over

looking around the city of Soho when you came across the Raymond Revue bar

It looked dull at first when to the corner of your eye you could see people chuckling as they walked downstairs.

Overhearing the sound of an audience and strange sound effects you went upstairs and realised what the commotion was.

There were some comedians performing, Young comedians with new innovative material drawing inspiration from slapstick legends like laurel and hardy to “alternative comedy” jabs of political satire they were called The Comic Strip Presents.

You could hear two blokes who had a blues brothers type performance called the outer limits, a duo called French and Saunders and many others including Pamela Stevenson, Keith Allen and a communist satirist influenced by the Monty Python days called Alexei Sayle.

The night sounded enjoyable the last time you had ever heard good comedy was through the old porridge and Fawlty towers tapes.

Then another performer walked onstage he had pigtails, a red communist berret and a black jacket decorated with political badges.

“I don’t know if any of you are into poetry at all” he addressed the audience, scrunching up his nose smirking.

He then performed a monologue about theatre “Theatre! What are you? Theatre”

When I’m nearta the theatre “I ask myself this question I don’t know perhaps I should ask Vanessa Redgrave”

He shouted “But I don’t know Vanessa Redgrave” before he smirked again at the audience “And neither do you theatre”

When his monologue finished you were jaw dropped this bloke had so much charisma and energy in his performance his snarky attitude was funny and it looked like he was self-aware just having good fun with his audience.

Arriving home you couldn’t get his words and face out of your head even when looking at your old records of The Damned and Madness you’d just see his face in your mind.

With your knowledge of Performing Arts after a few years you decided to volunteer you asked Alexei Sayle if you could do some “behind the scenes work” he agreed.

The first day was something you rattled your teeth about on the way there but once you arrived the atmosphere was easy to adjust to, being an assistant stage manager was like being a bartender sometimes you’d just be fixing cables and preparing props other times you’d overhear the daily gossip but usually you’d only keep it to yourself or you’d joke with Keith Allen about it over a few drinks.

You once observed Pamela Stevenson being mocked about by the catty duo from before

Saying nothing because you left the drama in your secondary school years and you wanted to keep it that way.

However, when you’d see her in the staff room you’d try to chat.

She’d enjoy the conversations but you learned that she felt more left out when they did tours

She felt like the boys could impress the audience in ways she couldn’t and even on the female performer's side she felt like they were just competitive sometimes you’d also run into the duo that made fun of her but you’d just laugh along about it.

Sometimes while fixing cables or props you’d talk to a bloke called Ade he was another performer you’d talk about life with, you’d talk about punk music, your school years and he’d mention the one time there was a technical fault on a Dangerous Brothers skit where he was on fire and the producers didn’t notice.

Peter was one of those outer limits sometimes it would just be him other times Nigel would join usually you’d discuss a film with them or you’d help out with the technical side of their performances.

These were all interesting people who you would talk about many topics with….then there was him.

You’d see him on stage, you’d arrange technical effects for him and other times when everybody else was busy you’d talk to him

It was that day after a performance the others were having drinks and while he would sometimes be the person to be the social butterfly this time he was just there drinking while he frowned

You looked at him, he stared back soon a conversation was started once you agreed you’d talk with him in his dressing room.

He sat there frowning looking in the mirror and then glancing at photos he had of his heroes Little Richard, Ronnie Barker and Tommy Cooper.

“Hey!, (Y/N) as a performer you’ve  probably seen me when I played that poet character or Kevin Turvey those years ago Alexi had said you had seen us before.”

You nodded

“Well I’m happy that we were able to amaze you so much that it made you want to be a part of *The Experience* he said, excitedly making mime-like gestures with his hands”

You noticed he had that same aura about him that David Bowie had when he’d talk in interviews about Ziggy Stardust and how there was a big difference between chill laid back bowie and the loud flamboyant Ziggy you could see in his tired eyes that he was stressed

You asked “I might be happy but I’m not sure you are, is there anything going on that is stressing you? being a star carries a lot of hard to fulfil expectations if you don’t want to say that’s ok but I can see you're still trying to project your stage self instead of your real self.”

He blinked a bit surprised of how perspective you were “What nonsense, I’m happy I’m Rik Mayall I make people happy and when I perform I am happy” his smile became a frown, “Well I try to be”

You stared folding your hands as he then started to explain,

“I admit times have been crap recently, the new show I did for Ben Elton wasn’t successful enough so we’ll have to cancel it, while I love my new wife years ago I did make the mistake of being with her at the same time of being with my girlfriend Lise who co-wrote The Young Ones with me and it just feels empty on stage I have something I have my characters I have my jokes but to be honest I feel boring there are some good days and other times where I rip myself apart if I mess up my lines.”

You nodded as you processed his rant

“I feel like all the people and critics will think of me now because of that show is “oh look there’s that bloke who isn’t funny anymore” I’ll be nothing, I don’t work with Ben much anymore..I-I’ve been thinking of being a drama teacher”

You blinked you couldn’t believe that he would think of such a suggestion

putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Look you had an unsuccessful show, there are many bad shows out there but filthy,rich and catflap isn’t the worst, and that won’t be the main thing you’ll be associated with your an actor,you're a singer in that BAD NEWS band and your the most talented comedian I’ve ever seen, critics will be critics unfortunately, but your Rik Mayall you’ll find your spark again you’ll find another show or film you be in that will have the same memorable characters,settings and stories that your other successful works have”

he nodded still frowning looking away

“Yeah your right sometimes the spark goes out and other times the energy arrives back, thank you for the advice..still what show can I do that isn’t a flop I have the qualification I’d be a great drama teacher”

You smirked at him “a drama teacher who makes telling knob jokes and ranting about politics part of the lesson”

He cringed a little before he chuckled  “I wouldn’t do that in front of children (Y/N)! politics though is in everything theatre, history, television you can’t escape it, I’d let them make their own decisions knowledge and freedom is what they need but half the time it’s swayed by the opinions of their parents, the fascist pigs or of their teachers”

You were puzzled “Who are they?”

He then got up from his seat and smiled making more hand gestures before he rambled cheerfully

“Children, they are influenced by what they see and what they hear with all the political rubbish there needs to be some sunshine in the storm, children are smart but too many people including people in the television business take advantage of them, bastards! Children  have thoughts and wide imaginations, they should be respected they should be able to see the good in the world and the media should be providing that.”

You clicked your fingers as you got an idea “Hey Children's Programming you should do that! You were excellent at jackanory when you appeared on there you should do that again your great at narrating stories maybe you could create your own storytelling kids to show what stories would you read?”

He liked the idea “Fairy tales it’s the tales they are most familiar with because of Disney, funny because the original Grimm tales were very dark”

You said “Well how about you make this series about the Brothers Grimm fairy tales but it doesn’t have to be the glamorised Disney versions or the gritty originals it could be a sort of modern but original take on the stories and maybe you could add animation in there so each story would be different and it would give a chance for different animation companies to show their skills to a wider audience so not only would you be entertaining them but also teaching them about these timeless tales”

He agreed “The show will be called Grimm tales, I’m working with ITV at the moment so I could ask them about the idea thank you (Y/N) this is brilliant when I was little I loved seeing my heroes like Ronnie Barker read out stories and now I’m doing just that”

You smiled but still felt unsure about his other problem….the relationship problem

“Uh, Rik what about your relationship?”

He had a thought for a while and then said “I’ll try to repair relations between me and Lise if I want to move on from my mistakes I should take responsibility for them”

He grinned as he packed his belongings and headed home

[sunnysynthsunshine]

The Stage Manager: Chapter 2

You meet up with them once again helping with the effects on their new show

1991:

It had been two years

You had a couple more gigs as a stage manager and fx sound mixer onstage and onscreen

When you received a note in the post

It had the BBC logo on the front so you opened it straight away

You are invited to the recording and screening of the new sitcom Bottom starring Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson”

You hadn’t had heard from the two since so you jumped at the opportunity

It was another great experience working with Ed Bye and Geoff Posner when mixing the audio with the slapstick scenes

Another fun aspect was seeing Rik and Ade mess up their lines, they recovered well though you tried not to laugh too hard so you didn’t distract them and you knew about the recent project “Drop Dead Fred” getting mixed reviews.

In Between breaks you’d get to talk to them again you spoke to Ade about comic strip work and how that was going and you’d also chat with...him again

“Apologies about that film, maybe American audiences is something you could work on after bottom so then your acting style would be more recognisable to them...other than that anything else?”

He nodded

“Well I was on the Gloria hunniford show and then I and Ade went on the Jonathan Ross show”

You titled your head

“Weren’t you on Jonathan Ross’s show before?”

He started to cringe and laugh before he explained

“Yes,completely on accident apparently they had planned to interview me back in 1989 but I was already in the middle of doing a stand up show  I didn’t know Jonathan and his crew were going to appear out of nowhere with his screens and cameras, I was nervous I didn’t know what to do,I might’ve retaliated not one of my best moments they were just firing random questions at me so I just had to give in he would shout “What’s your star sign” and I’d be there completely lost saying “Pisces”..luckily the recent interview wasn’t as bad”

Ade then walked in “What about when you fell down the stairs?”

You chuckled and looked at him “You fell down the stairs how?”

Ade explained “It was when Margaret Thatcher was no longer in office a celebration was to be had but when he arrived he was so completely pissed yelling *There’s no more thatch* he then fell down the stairs like the clumsy sod he is and now he wears a cast everytime he performs hopefully it will heal soon”

You burst out laughing

Rik smirked unhappily at Ade “Could we please not talk about my wanking arm to every cast and crew member we see”

The day continued with joking, anecdotes and light-hearted arguing only for when a producer walked in Rik and Ade flicked out their script books looking like they were going over lines

You walked outside and got the effects and audio setup for the final product the cut that would eventually be broadcast on BBC2.

It became a regular routine working on audio effects for episodes when you got the news there was going to be Bottom live shows

That was also a blast hearing Ade break character and Rik having to remind him to get back into character

In the run-throughs you noticed sometimes the audience wouldn’t leave and while it was nice to hear their applause you knew Rik and Ade wouldn’t want to be standing there longer than intended when the show had finished.

You walked in for the second act of one of the shows and you noticed the sign they had put up

It had some vulgar language but the audience got the message you chuckled to yourself and left

That was a pattern that would repeat itself there was one hiatus though.one that had you worried, one that you thought would be one-off only for it to happen again but worse in the next decade.

[sunnysynthsunshine]

It was an early morning in the BBC Studios, Kevin Turvey had arrived for work but he wasn’t in a good mood

The studios were getting redecorated so he ended up getting lost

While his co-stars were chatting away in the staff room he had his hands folded frowning under his cup of tea.

Then his production assistant rushed in

“Mr Turvey, Mr Turvey your new room is just upstairs from this floor also you left your script in the staff room  here you go”

They then gave him his script and directed him into the lift and up to the next room

Kevin was surprised usually his production people were bossy and angry with him, he smiled and simply said “Thank you” cheerfully in his high pitched Redditch dialect

After filming was done and the rest of the crew were leaving, the production assistant was still there

the production assistant shyly walked over to Kevin as he was packing up

“Kevin?” they asked

Kevin  tilted his head “Yes?”

The production assistant asked, “I’m having a picnic this afternoon, would you like to join me?”

Kevin usually didn’t go to events like that so he jumped at the opportunity

soon they were relaxing in the park eating happily

"Kevin would you like a sandwich?"

Kevin took the sandwich slice "Yes, and would you like this roast potato"

the Production assistant nodded "I would thank you"

Kevin Turvey then ended up having a great time.

[sunnysynthsunshine]

The Stage Manager: Chapter 3

1998-2001:

you had heard the news, you couldn't escape it, the dreaded quad bike, the coma it was everywhere on the papers on the television

it made you fear the worse

luckily you knew that when you saw Guest House Paradiso being shown in cinemas and advertised you knew he had recovered...well that's what you hoped at the time

you didn't get to work with him again until his gigs on Merlin and Jesus Christ Superstar

you joked with him about how he was like Jesus, not Jesus in the play since he was a different character that was true when he explained about the times he was *dead* and  the Friday he awoke

he mentioned the harry potter casting incident and how he was cut off of it.

anytime you worked with him you could talk for hours and never get bored

you eventually bought the book he published, noticed he took the advice on working on more American projects and he also made a stage adaption of the new statesman

you had known and worked with other comedy actors before but he was always the first one you'd think about, he was at your first gig, he was the first actor you got to know over the years you worked on productions with him.

alias in 2014 the feeling from 1998 returned this time it didn't leave.