silly aaron

How I first imagined the opening of "Say No to This"
  • Aaron Burr: There's nothing like summer in the city.
  • Aaron Burr: Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty~
  • Aaron Burr: *straightens his cravat*
  • Aaron Burr: *leans seductively against a lamp post*
  • Aaron Burr: *bats eyelashes*

anonymous asked:

Aaron has find out about the cheating. He is drunk and plead robert to tell him that he is not in love with her. I want robert desperate both of them actually. Aaron ask him if he ever loved him. Make it angsty sad and beautiful. If you write it i mean

“Aaron?” Robert called, searching the dark living room for his husband. He flicked on the lights, noticing that Aaron wasn’t downstairs, wasn’t curled up on the couch, or in the kitchen, but there was a soft light coming from the upper floor that made him walk up the stairs, carefully navigating the spiral steps in the dim light.

“’m here,” Aaron greeted, waving a half drunk bottle of whiskey at Robert. He was sitting on the landing, knees hugged to his chest as he sat opposite to their bedroom door, his gaze on the half open doorway.

“Are you okay?” Robert asked, easing himself down onto the top step of the stairs, not wanting to make Aaron uncomfortable, or sit too close. He’d been worried, when he’d gotten a drunken voicemail from Aaron, wondering why his husband had called him at all.

Last he’d heard from Aaron, it was him screaming at Robert to get out of his house, Aaron angry and devastated as Robert admitted all, told him about what had happened with Rebecca.

In all the years he’d know Aaron, Robert had never seen him go from blissfully happy to absolutely broken in a matter of seconds, and it had been because of him.

Robert hated himself for it. 

“Okay?” Aaron snorted, laughing at the mere concept. “My husband cheated on me three weeks after our wedding. Do you think I’m okay?”

Robert ducked his head, ashamed. “You called me.”

“I wanted you to come here and make me understand.” Aaron admitted, taking a swig of the alcohol before he spoke again, wincing at the bitter taste. “I wanted you to make me understand. Make it right.”

“I would if I could, you know I would.” Robert said, hating the way Aaron shifted away from him as he tried to reach out for his husband, tried to reassure Aaron the way he always did, with touch, a hand on his knee, or an arm around his shoulders. 

“But you can’t.” Aaron said sadly, shaking his head, fresh tears rolling down his red, and splotchy cheeks. He looked exhausted, as though he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes red rimmed and swollen from crying.

Because of him.

Because of Robert.

“I fucked up, Aaron.” Robert said, picking at a loose thread on his tracksuit. He’d been sitting in front of the television with Victoria when Aaron had called, the two of them slobbing out in their comfortable clothes, drinking wine and mourning the apparent end of both of their marriages. 

“Do you love her?” Aaron asked, looking at Robert with tearful eyes. 

Robert’s jaw almost hit the floor. “Love her?” he said, incredulous at the mere suggestion. 

“Do you love her? I need to know, Robert, I need to know if you love her, if you want her more than you want me -” Aaron started to ramble, pressing his palms into his eyes as he started to cry even harder, choking out heartbroken sobs between his every word. “Do you love her more than you love me?” 

Robert scrambled to his knees, not caring now as he moved to sit in front of Aaron, prising the whiskey bottle from his hands. “There’s no one in the world I love more than I love you, Aaron,” he shook his head, desperate to just gather Aaron into his arms, desperate to hold him close, make it better.

“Why did you do it then?” Aaron practically begged. 

Robert’s heart ached as he looked at Aaron, hated how all of this was because of him. “She was easy to manipulate, I guess. I wanted to hit self destruct and I knew she’d let me.” 

Aaron choked out another sob, shaking his head. “It hurts, Robert. It hurts so much - the fact you could do this to me, after everything, after everything we’ve been through. I feel like it’s never going to stop hurting.”

He was drunk, and honest, and saying all the things he was too angry to say to Robert without the aid of half a bottle of whiskey, Robert knew that much. “I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like this,” he said, knowing it was true, knowing he wouldn’t ever forgive himself for doing what it did, hurting Aaron the way he had.

“I don’t want to feel angry anymore.” Aaron admitted, hugging his knees even tighter to his chest, as though he was trying to fold himself up entirely, escape from all the problems Robert had caused.

Robert didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to fix it, make it better. 

“Did you ever love me?” Aaron asked after a few minutes silence, a desperate look in his eyes.

“I love you so much Aaron, I don’t know what to do with it, most of the time.” Robert said, echoing Aaron’s words from their wedding day, those words that had sent his heart racing in the best way possible. 

“So you slept with her to make yourself feel better?” 

Robert closed his eyes, hating the sick feeling that rose up in his stomach as Aaron spoke. “I don’t expect you to ever forgive me,” he mumbled, not quite able to look at Aaron.

“I want to forgive you.” Aaron said quietly, picking at the skin around his thumb. “I don’t know if I can.”

Robert nodded, spotting the top of the whiskey bottle, screwing it back into place. “Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” he asked, gesturing toward the kitchen downstairs. 

“I want you to go back in time and make it so none of this ever happened.” Aaron sighed, sobering up now, roughly wiping at the drying tears on his cheeks. 

Robert gave him a sad smile. “If I could, I would.” 

common depiction of angelica schuyler & aaron burr’s friendship: ideal business partners, mutual respect, never talk down to each other, angelica Supports aaron a lot, cinnamon rolls. 

ideal depiction of angelica schuyler & aaron burr’s friendship: Vitriolic Best Buds, you’ll think they hate each other, aaron sends her a winky face and fake dick pick of the “biggest black cock” he could find on google, angelica answers with the nude of a light skinned woman (probs her current gf, she asked permission) saying “this is how you make me feel baby ;)))” and when burr mocks about the skin tone change Angelica sends a picture of her “renewed feelings”, which is just a picture of her middle finger. They do support each other though, they just won’t tell it to each other’s faces a lot. complete and absolute sinnamon rolls, to this point they aren’t sure why they are friends but who gives a shit. not them. 

evak-malec  asked:

'cos it's my birthday 😏, can you write me something super fluffy because I love allllll the fluff plssss

“Aaron, I’m not in the mood,” Robert sighed at his husband, the effects of a long day having taken their toll. He’d been in meetings in Manchester all morning, and then Nicola had sent him on a wild goose chase that afternoon, looking for a new client out Birmingham way who apparently didn’t even exist, and he was knackered.

He just wanted to curl up in bed, and read a book, and forget that the whole day had ever happened. Robert watched as Aaron raised an eyebrow, turning to root in his wardrobe for something.

“What are you doing?” he sighed again, hugging his knees to his chest. Aaron was in a good mood that evening, and while normally, he’d relish in Aaron’s happy demeanour and bright smile, but he just felt absolutely horrendous that evening.

“I’m cheering you up, of course.” Aaron grinned, producing the teddy bear Robert had won at the theme park, nearly two years ago now, the gigantic stuffed toy looking ridiculous in his gruff husband’s hands.

Robert raised an eyebrow. “Pity I’m not five,” he grumbled.

Aaron threw himself down on their bed, thrusting the teddy bear at Robert. “How can you still be grumpy when you’ve got Mr Bear looking at ya?” he grinned.

“Mr Bear?”

“Leo named him,” Aaron shrugged, pushing the teddy bear against Robert’s chest, the material soft against his skin. He put on a ridiculous deep voice, doing what Robert assumed was supposed to be an imitation of a cartoon bear. “Robert, turn that frown upside down.”

Robert couldn’t hold back a snort. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” he said, trying to rearrange himself into a serious facial expression again, his mouth barely keeping to a frown as he watched his husband waggle the teddy bear in front of him, Aaron pulling faces.

“An idiot that you love!” Aaron said, still putting on the silly voice, moving the teddy bear’s arms about, as though he was trying to make the toy dance.

“I do love you.” Robert said quietly, reaching for the teddy bear. It felt ridiculous, having such an attachment to the toy when he was thirty two years old, but it reminded him of those new, exciting first days of their relationship. 

“Feel a bit better now?” Aaron nudged, pressing his cheek to Robert’s still raised up knees. 

Robert nodded. “I just had a crap day, that’s all.”

“Well, that’s why you have me, innit?” Aaron said, kicking off his shoes and curling himself around Robert, the teddy bear squished between them. “Fancy a takeaway or something tonight?” 

Robert breathed in Aaron’s familiar scent, the odd combination of Robert’s shower gel and the cheap Lynx spray Aaron always used, as though he was still fifteen years old.

“Yeah,” he murmured, too comfortable now he was wrapped up in his husband’s arms. “Can we just stay here for a bit first?”

Aaron nodded, pressing his lips to Robert’s in a sloppy kiss. “Love you, Mr Dingle. Even if you are more of a grump then I am, sometimes.” 

Robert rolled his eyes. “Yeah, alright.”

Aaron grinned, shoving the teddy bear into Robert’s armpit, half lying on top of Robert now. “Mr Bear loves you too, ya grumpy git.”

I put some greys and emoticons on my lunch sketches from this week. Didn’t have the energy to do anything more exiting than faces.

From left to right, top to bottom: Lisp, Martin, Jasper, Jesse, Nima, Tove, Alex, Jona, Aaron, Ester, Jonathan, Silly/Aurora, Gallamore, Khelán

Characters with names in bold belong to xhakhal

anonymous asked:

please please write a drabble version of your post about aaron distracting robert from cooking!

your wish is my command, anon! a soppy drabble version of this post i made when i was mid-meltdown about how beautiful the mill kitchen is. 

“You know,” Robert commented, glancing at Aaron as he stirred the sauce carefully, half an eye on the hob. “We’ve got a perfectly good kitchen table.”

Aaron grinned, at a slight height advantage as he sat on one of their kitchen counters, wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms, and an old jumper of Robert’s, the sleeves too long on him. Robert would never admit it aloud, but he found Aaron’s habit of pulling his sleeves down over his hands endearing, and even more so when Aaron did it with Robert’s clothes.

(As long as it wasn’t one of his nicer jumpers. The one occasion Aaron had stolen on of Robert’s favourite Ted Baker jumpers and yanked the sleeves down after his wrists had nearly given Robert a legitimate heart attack, Aaron oblivious to the reasoning behind Robert’s meltdown.)

“We’ve got a lovely kitchen,” Aaron agreed, reaching out to steal another piece of the chorizo Robert had on a chopping board, neatly sliced into small pieces. “But I like sitting here.”

Robert rolled his eyes, slapping Aaron’s hand out of the way so he could add the chorizo to the pot he was slaving over. “You’re a child, you know that?” he commented, heart swelling at the bright smile on Aaron’s face as they teased each other.

It had taken them a long time to get to where they were now, happy, and solid, building a real life together. It had taken months, and months, and hours of counselling, and hard conversations, and more than one screaming match, but they’d gotten there.

Of course they’d gotten there.

Their love, the way they felt about each other, it wasn’t something that could just be pushed aside or forgotten, it wasn’t something to just be moved on from. If it had ever been that simple, their affair would never have gotten out of hand the way it had, they wouldn’t have fallen so desperately in love with each other they way they had.

Their love was worth it.

“You love it.” Aaron laughed, reaching for his half drunk cup of tea. It was a quiet Saturday evening, Liv over at Gabby’s, the two of them with the flat to themselves for once. “Anyway, it’s your fault for picking out cabinets that are perfect sitting height.”

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