hamilton: wow everything is going so good. i got a cute af wife, i got my bros that i’m lowkey gay with, i got my position, i got washington on my motherfuckin SIDE what else can go well for me damn this shit great-
At first the idea of talking to Even’s mom in general terrified him. He never even met the parents of his girlfriends and he knew the parents of his friends since he was a little kid. Isak doesn’t like to speak on the phone, period.
But when Even was feeling down and he hadn’t yet met his parents (and, well, Sonja kindly offered but he really didn’t want to take her up on playing messenger between him and Even’s parents) so when his phone rang and it read Liv Bech Næsheim he had a little internal scream-attack
Of course she wanted to know how Even was. His energy wasn’t up to talk to her himself and since Isak hadn’t even met her it was understandable that she would want some kind of confirmation that her son was ok.
Next time was when the battery of Even’s phone had died (the fate of the only android user in a kollektivet full of iPhones - no spare charger for him) and he was at Isak’s for the weekend. Liv wanted to let Even know that they were going on a spontaneous trip and wouldn’t be home until tuesday.
Isak coughed awkwardly into the phone and handed Even the phone. (his heart rate didn’t calm down after that for half an hour)
Then there was the time when Even’s birthday was around the corner. It was the first time that Isak was the one calling her (after Mahdi, Magnus and Jonas all talked some courage into him) to check if the watch Even wanted was ok for him to get for Even or if they already covered that.
But when they talked about who would get that precious boy what, she made a frustrated sound. Bc god damn that computer never did what it is supposed to! And why is my screen so big all of a sudden? Oh no, I can’t even see anything anymore. So, Isak talked her through it, which earned him a lot of gratitude and she made him promise to come by soon so she could make him a thank you dinner.
After they met each other time and time again, when Isak went over to Even’s, when they ate dinner with his parents, when he got there before Even after school (he waited outside for 10 min until Liv saw him and asked him what he was waiting for - more awkward coughing) and Liv made them some tea.
And Isak never really experienced that. Talking with parents. Having conversations with parents. With his dad it had been the occasional “Everything ok in school?” to which he nodded and then his dad nodded and that was that. With his mom he talked, yeah… but never like this. He never had a grown up just listen to him, give advice or just talk to him from eye to eye.
So when Even came he was almost disappointed (he wasn’t bc Even, but almost) that he had to stop his conversation with Liv - which at this point was just about some banality, but meant so much. She gave him a warm smile and an even warmer hug.
From then on, when Even’s mom called to check in when Even hasn’t been home for a bit, she always asked to be put on with Isak. At first it was surprising (and a little alarming “She wants to talk to me??” he had mouthed the first few times) but he soon found that Liv genuinely asking how was school, are you eating enough? Will we see you soon at dinner? How did that math test go? was one of the most comfortable and satisfying things he never knew he missed.
So now when Even’s phone rings and it reads Liv Bech Næsheim Isak perks up every time. Pauses his game of Fifa, shushes his friends or closes his biology book with an awaiting smile. Knowing he is about to receive parental affection and to be fussed about.
Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.
A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever.
“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin
blend and whey protein enhancers”.
“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”.
“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”.
Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in
front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was
always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over
his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from
your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon
enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from
your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying
“God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously
missing out on the best fruit”.
“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs
with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior.
Whilst visiting Aaron with Paddy, his sister Liv notices Aaron is not himself. When Paddy steps away and sensing something is up, Liv confronts her brother after guessing what he’s been doing. She warns him behaving stupidly could jeopardise his appeal. Angry at his response, she walks out but will Aaron heed her advice?
this one time my two friends and i had an english assignment to write an essay about the tragic elements of julius caesar. boring, anyway, yeah, we finish our essays and we’re all hanging out the night before it’s due, and we remember that our teacher actually lives really close to my house??? like a minute walk tops. and one of my friends mentions this girl who used to hand in her assignments in envelopes with a wax seal and left them on the doorstep of her teacher. so in our tired, carbohydrate-addled brains we’re like “that’s a FUCKIGN good idea shit man we have got to fucknig do thta RIGHT NOW”.
so we dig around my jewelry box and find this UGLY ASS owl ring that i had stashed away somewhere and we’re like aw this is fuckin PERFECT. so we print our essays (yes all three, there were t h r e e of us who thought this was a good idea) and tuck them into this official looking manila envelope. we find this red candle and melt it down, right?? problem is, these wax seals that they used to use in medieval times and game of thrones episodes have SPECIAL fuckin wax that is made for that shit. we did not know that…at the time…ok, so we melt this wax and we pour it very carefully on the envelope, but because the envelope is flat on the ground it just runs halfway down the thing, just goes fuckign EVERYWHERE. we don’t give a SHIT, and we press that ugly fuckin owl ring in there. then, one of my friends is like “wow i’m gonna put my finger print in the wax” and then we fucking ALL do it, as if it’s not at all creepy to put your fingerprints in a wax seal that’s supposed to go to your teacher?? we write his last name on the envelope and take it w us, right, okay.
so at ELEVEN AT NIGHT, we walk over to my teacher’s house and the lights are all off and then we realize that this….,.,.is fuckin WEIRD AND CREEPY. yes. only THEN did we realize this. so we end up fuckin around in his driveway for a full five minutes contemplating who is ballsy enough to run up to his doorstep and drop off the envelope cause we weren’t sure if he had a motion activated light or not. then my friend GRABS that envelope and just rips to the door, drops it on the mat, runs back to us, says “go gogogogogogooggo fuckfyck” and we start RUNNING DOWN THE ROAD BACK TO MY HOUSE.
when we get there we realize how fuckin creepy it was, and we start freaking out. like we actually think we could be expelled for this odd shit (we were really tired and freaked out ok shut up) and so we try our best to forget about it and go to sleep. when we wake up, my friend has a text from her mother and it’s just a picture of a text she got from the teacher we submitted our essays to. so we start freaking out until we realize he’s written, “someone’s submitted their essay like a ninja in the night and i think it was your daughter and her two friends.”
so yeah anyway this is the story of how my teacher is the fcukgin coolest for not expelling me for putting a weird sketchy package on his doorstep nice
watched Robert across the pub, head thrown back as he laughed at whatever it
was Leyla and Adam were saying. He must have sensed Aaron looking because he
turned his head, sent him a big smile, rolling his eyes as he nodded at Adam.
He excused himself, walked to the bar to stand next to Aaron.
planning to be a statue all night or what?”
raised an eyebrow, teasing smile forming on his lips. “I’m just sat finishing
this, mate. You could join me here if you miss me so much.”
held his breath, waiting, but like it always was now, Robert didn’t take the
bait. “Yeah, you’re alright. Come over when you finish, though, yeah? I ain’t
suffering through Adam alone.” He gave Aaron another smile before moving
bit back a sigh of frustration.
took them months to get back into each other’s orbit.
missed Robert so much it was hard to breathe at times, but they had needed the
time apart. Therapy and boxing had helped keep him clear-headed. He felt himself
smiling more and more. It felt good. The first couple of months he made himself
believe he was better off without Robert. It was easier.
mother had said nothing when he’d declared that but she’d gave him a long look before
had tried to win him back but after one particularly angry outburst from Aaron
in the middle of the pub, he’d finally stopped.
quiet, “You didn’t have to do that, did you?” made him pause for a minute but
he’d shoved it away.)
should have left him feeling good.
never wanted to hurt Robert. That wasn’t how he worked. He still remembers the
sick feeling in his stomach after he threw the spanner at Robert. He’d thrown
his husband onto the floor, the rage horrible. It was the moment he knew he
needed to go. It needed to end.
was ugly and wrong and Aaron couldn’t anymore.
helped him to understand his anger. He had a long way to go but he knew why he
felt the way he did. Boxing gave his anger a target.
time passed, he realized that it hadn’t always been bad. Robert had been good
to him. He’d loved Aaron. The memories – the good ones – came back. Their
wedding photo was still up in the backroom and every time Aaron saw it he
remembered. He stopped blaming Robert for everything and started to see how it
all went wrong. Robert had betrayed him but Aaron wrapped his head around how
they got there.
day, it just hit him suddenly.
wanted Robert. He was doing well, happy, but he wanted to be happier. He knew
without a doubt that Robert.
walked into the pub, tired and sad, and Aaron’s heart tugged painfully. He
glanced down the bar, spotting Aaron and gave him a small smile, nodding. It
was Robert’s standard greeting. Aaron nodded, smiled back and watched Robert
blink in surprise before glancing away.
wasn’t used to taking things slowly with Robert. He worked up the courage to
sit next to him, ask about the business, about the baby (that hurt him but it
wasn’t the same as before), and Robert answered, usually quiet and reserved then as time passed he relaxed, talked more freely with Aaron.
Matthew was born what they thought was early and everything changed completely.
He wasn’t Robert’s son. He had never
been Robert’s. Aaron was sure that Rebecca knew, even if she denied it, and
that entire mess sent Robert spiraling.
had wanted to be there but the Sugdens had formed a barrier between Robert and
the world. The village was still talking about the screaming fight he and Vic
had in front of the pub when she’d warned Aaron away. Robert disappeared for a
month, and Aaron was going crazy not knowing what was happening.
he walked back into the pub, Aaron’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He
looked better. He told Aaron and Chas that he was in therapy and it was
helping. Aaron wanted to put his hands on Robert’s shoulders, wanted to hug
him, to kiss him and make the sadness go away.
didn’t. He listed to Adam who told him to just take it easy. He listed to Paddy
and Chas who warned him to take it slow, to let it happen if it was going to.
They weren’t encouraging him but they weren’t going to stop him either. Liv was
the only way who kept rolling her eyes at him and told him to grow a pair and
just tell Robert he wanted him back.
he’d decided to take it cautious, to give them both time to fall back together.
he was. Drinking down his want for Robert away because if he didn’t, he’d do
something stupid. He watched him from under his lashes, saw him turn a blinding
smile on Liv when she came up to him. Aaron’s throat became dry when Robert put
his arm around her, his heart expanded as Robert said something quietly that
made her smile a little, and his lungs burned with something he couldn’t name
when Robert squeezed her gently then dropped a kiss on her temple before
letting her go to Gabby and Jacob.
couldn’t do this anymore.
was moving before he could think twice. Robert saw him coming, his welcoming
smile falling when he noticed Aaron’s agitated state. He was opening his mouth
to ask when Aaron grabbed his drink, set it down on the table and pulled Robert
into the alcove near the loos.
glanced around them, confused, then turned back to Aaron.
closed his eyes, took a moment then opened them and said, tone rough, “Kiss me.”
eyes widened and he froze, rasped a “What?”
moved into his space, bunched Robert’s jacket in his hands and said it again.
tried to pull away but Aaron held on tighter, leaning his forehead against
Robert’s cheek. “Robert.”
can’t, Aaron.” His voice trembled and Aaron pulled back, stared him in the eye.
have missed you, I have,” he insisted when Robert shook his head, “I have for
months. I want you to kiss me.”
looked ready to cry and Aaron let go of his jacket to bring one hand up to
Robert’s face, leaning up so their lips where barely apart.
was the please that did it Aaron thought because Robert’s lips are crushed
against his, warm and wet and everything Aaron wanted. His heart flips with
happiness and he grins against Robert’s mouth, pulling back to see the love and
want shining back at him from Robert’s eyes before diving back into the kiss. He
clutches onto Robert’s shoulders and Robert’s hands find their place on his
back and his hip.
would try to run away, Aaron knows that but he won’t let him anymore.
a house made of this (vic, liv, aaron/robert) outsider pov, grief, mentions of someone dying offscreen.
soft fic for @escapingreality51 because she needs some love today. i know you wanted soft fic, and i hope there’s that in here, but i also hope this is what you wanted to read. i love you, my darling, and i’m here if you need me <3
The Mill feels lived in.
Vic loves the house, the driveway always impeccable (Robert’s no-nonsense approach with the landscaper), and usually one or both cars parked haphazardly in the driveway whenever she pops round. The gravel crunches underfoot as she shifts the box under her arm to reach up and ring the bell.
The stained glass door shimmers with a shadow, someone coming down the hall to meet her, and she grins when Aaron tugs open the door.
“Alright?” Stepping aside to let her in, Aaron frowns at the box. “What’s that for, then?”
“For Robert,” Vic says, hefting it back to her front. “It’s the last box from my place. I was doing up the attic and I thought he’d want it back.”
“Having a clear out, eh?” Aaron asks, waving her in.
Vic appreciates that he doesn’t try and take the box from her, and steps into the living room. The stupid vespa chair is still propped up against the wall, and there’s a pile of bags in the doorway. “Liv’s home then?”
“Yep,” Aaron grins, gesturing at the floor next to them. “Drop it there, Robert’ll take it up later. A brew?”
Vic nods, drops the box carefully down next to Liv’s bags. “Where is he?”
“Walking the dogs,” Aaron says, snorting.
Robert will tell everyone in earshot how much he hates the dogs, “they get hair everywhere,” mixed with, “Laika peed in my shoes,” and “the cats would never.” That doesn’t fool anyone that knows him, or who spends more than five minutes in the Mill.
It looks lived in; Vic moves the remote and Aaron’s phone onto the coffee table. It’s piled high with magazines (from Auto Trader to Sci-Fi Now), coasters, and a pencil case that’s half open, spilling it’s contents onto the glass.
Sometimes Vic feels the press of pride in her chest when she thinks about Robert being this happy, light in his eyes and the warmth in his voice whenever he talks about home.
What she means:
How can Liv and Ravi NOT end up together? Okay, get this. We've seen Liv fall in love with Lowell only to question their relationship because there was no foundation. They weren't friends. If Liv wasn't a zombie they wouldn't be together. And Major. They're friends, but he can't accept her being a zombie. Can't accept that she changes with each brain, but she's still herself. HOWEVER, Ravi has single handedly been there for Liv through it all. He is her best friend. They have the inside jokes, the teasing, the loyalty. And you know what else Ravi does? Understands. He's made it clear that Liv is Liv, not the current brain she happens to be using. He's even tried cheering up Major by saying "She just needs to eat another brain." Okay? He's cool with it. Without him, Liv is nothing. Nothing. And who has dedicated himself to finding a cure for zombie-ism? that's right. Ravi has. He's tried so hard. And willing to keep trying. For Liv. It's all for Liv. And I can't even believe for a second that this show might reduce these two to nothing more than a quirky friendship I swear to god. Just fukc me uP
Before if anyone had asked Ravi Chakrabarti what his own
person hell would look like, he’d struggle to find a fitting description. Now
he knew and it looked a lot like his best friends, one on bad life coach brains
and the other on teenage girl brains.
He sat in his office chair with his head leant in the palm
of his hand with Major and Liv on the other side of the desk trying to ‘help’
“Guys, I don’t need a life check, I’m absolutely fine.” He finally snapped.
Liv tutted and clicked the gum she was chewing, “You’re like so stressed, maybe
you need a cleanse.”
Ravi rubbed his face with his hand, “Maybe I don’t need two
zombies on annoying brains in my office.”
Major, who had turned his chair around so that he could lean on the back of it
as he faced Ravi, clapped his hands together, “Okay, so real talk. When are you
going to do something about your feelings for Y/N?”
Liv and Major both leaned forwards expectantly and Ravi fought the heat rising
to his cheeks.
“Y/N and I are just colleges, and yeah we’re friends, v-ery good friends, sure.
But that’s it.” Ravi managed to stutter out his hands coming down to the desk
like that was the final word.
“P-lease.” Liv rolled her eyes, “You’re, like, such a puppy
every time that she’s around.”
“I’m quite charming all the time actually.” Ravi tried to defend himself.
“But you try so much harder when she’d
around,” Major told him, “and when she laughs at your jokes you do that grin.”
“What grin?!” Ravi exclaimed his voice going slightly higher.
“The dimple grin.” Liv countered.
“You say that like it’s obvious?” Ravi asked, he could feel
his cheeks burning, that god you were coming in late today and would miss this.
He’d never been awkward when it came to women, as surprising as that fact was
to everyone, but he didn’t want to run the risk of spoiling what you guys
already had by trying to pursue anything.
“It’s totes obvi.” Liv said.
“Look, Ravi, you gotta cast your line out there and see if Y/N bites, if she
doesn’t then you get on someone else.” Major told him.
Ravi gave him an incredulous look, “And you think that’s good life coaching do
“Who’s life coaching?” You asked as you practically fell
into the office while trying to put your lab coat on. You’d phoned ahead to
warn Ravi that you’d been late, rushed through the department shouting morning
to Clive and down into the morgue and straight into a room of your friends.
Ravi looked nearly flustered while your undead friends looked downright cheeky.
Ravi recovered himself, “Major is on life-coach brains, and Liv’s had a teenage
girl for lunch so I’ve had a wonderful
“Kinda sorry that I missed that.” You laughed.
Major went to speak to you but Ravi cut him off quickly, “Y/N
could you please go and start on the asphyxiated woman that came in this
You narrowed your eyes at his behaviour to agreed anyway and went off to work.
After a week of life-coach Major and teenage Liv, Ravi was
ready to go out and kill somebody just so that you had other brains ‘in stock’.
It had been a week of text speak, needless drama, tantrums and most annoying
was that they both were constantly teaming up to try and set you and Ravi up
together. Three times a day you found yourselves both locked in the closet
together or being pushed towards each other. Yesterday, when you’d gone to play
video games at his place, they’d both removed all the chairs in the house except
one, like they were hoping you’d sit on Ravi’s lap. They were disappointing to
come home and find that you’d both made a blanket fort on the floor.
Today, Major had given up any sense of subtlety and just
full on tackled you both into each other sending you skidding to the floor together.
It was hard for you to be in these situations with a man that you’d had
feelings for a long time who simply laughed it off.
Maybe that’s why you were so drunk.
The pair of you were hiding out at your flat, playing videos
games, eating junk food and drinking as much alcohol as you could. After a
while you gave up on the games, neither of you could really focus anyway.
But if anyone were to ask, you’d definitely blame the
alcohol for just blurting out, “It’s my fault that Liv and Major are being
Ravi scrunched his face slightly, “Think it might have something to do with the
fact that they eat brains.”
You laughed and nudged his arm, “I’m serious and I wasn’t going to say anything
because of how long we’ve been friends but, well, I have a bit of things for
you, okay? I told Liv and she must have told Major, they think they’re being
helpful. I’m sorry.”
You glanced up at him from where you’d been scratching at
the label on your beer and instantly his lips caught yours in an awkward, face
bashing, drunken kiss which you returned with equal drunk enthusiasm.
When you pulled away he looked contemplating, “I didn’t mean
to do that. No, no, I did. I was just supposed to tell you that I thought they
were doing it for me before trying to kiss you. I told Major about my thing for
you, great zombie brains must think alike.”
Grinning you leaned into him to give him a much softer, slow kiss; your hand
came up and ran through his hair.
“Ravi, I do have one question.” You started.
“Yeah?” He waited, his eyes half lidded with drunken haze.
Your face was close to his, your hand was still in his hair and his arms had
come around to circle you, “Would you like to join me in pretending to be absolutely
furious with Liv and Major when they come down off of their brain trip?”
His grin was magic, “Oh absolutely.”
Liv led the way up to Major’s house with Major and Clive in
tow, she spoke as she walked, “I’m just saying that we need a plan, they’ve
been friends for years and now they’re mad with each other and us.”
“You both made things worse before, why don’t you leave them
alone now? They’re grownups.” Clive asked.
Major shook his head as he opened his front door, “You don’t understand, Ravi
has had feelings for Y/N for ages and I helped ruin tha-”
He stopped as they piled into his front room to find you and
Ravi kissing in the middle of the room, both scantily dressed with ridiculous
bed head. You jumped at the sound of the door opening and felt your face flush when
greeted with Liv, Major and Clive all staring at you. Ravi didn’t budge nor
move his arm from around you he just gave them all a small wave.
Clive smirked, “I think they made up.”
point of origin robert/aaron, vic, liv, adam, other villagers (pete, cain, chas, bob and jimmy)
GENRE: angst, fire, WORDS: 2,022 SUMMARY: Robert hates fire.
written for @bartsugsy who should have been given this weeks ago but OH WELL. it’s here now, lo ;)
Robert hates fire.
It’s easier to think than to do, the air thick with smoke,
and nowhere to go. He’s not even supposed to be here, he thinks hysterically,
only spending the night because he was fighting with Aaron.
The window in the spare room isn’t the biggest, but it’s
enough that when he throws it open, gulping in lungfuls of air, he can breathe.
Robert looks back over his shoulder, ignoring the shout,
watching smoke curl through the edges of the door. He should have shoved
something in there, maybe if he does it now it won’t matter and he can still
get out, but what if it doesn’t help?
Leaning out of the window, Robert sees Vic standing on the
grass, clad only in her pyjamas and shoes, staring up at him with wide, round
eyes. She looks terrified, like Robert feels, and he wants to reassure her.
His fingers are clutching the windowsill, nails digging hard
into the wood. He swallows, chest tight with panic.
“Vic,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. She’s not
going to hear it, but she doesn’t look away, keeps her eyes trained on him.
There’s the sound of footsteps on gravel, someone screaming,
“I called the fire brigade,” and Robert sees Adam skid down the pathway,
grabbing Vic around the shoulders.
“Babe,” he says, breathless.
Robert looks back, scrambles for the bed and something to
stuff in the door. The smoke is thick and makes his throat ache, his eyes
sting. Everything is screaming at him to run
but there’s nowhere for him to go and he can’t jump out of the window, he can’t.