don't freak out

tagged by the lovely @ggee-xx @stuckinanothertimezone and @nerdyfangirl76 thank you all my darlings <33 feels like i haven't taken part in these for ages and i've missed it haha

Robert doesn’t say a word the entire journey up to the Professor’s house. Jack is purple in the face with his rage and Robert understood that he needed to shut up after Jack yelled it at him. It’s late. John and Victoria should be asleep and Robert should be getting his goodnight kiss right about now. Instead, they’re corralled into the car in their pyjamas, nevermind the shivers wracking their small frames. John seems perfectly content, kicking his feet against the passenger side seat and blaming Robert when Jack snaps about it.  “Robert, you look after your siblings. I’ll be back in a minute.”  Jack slams the car door. Robert flinches. John puts his hand on Robert’s knee. “Do you think he’ll kill her boss?” He whispers. Robert shakes his head. Victoria starts crying. Robert wants to cry. He puts his hands over his ears. John fusses over the baby. Robert watches their dad. He’s peering in windows and stomping toward the door.  “Mum won’t like this,” Robert announces, “Nope,” John doesn’t sound like he cares one way or another, “There’ll probably be blood everywhere.” “Shut up, John, no one’s going to die.” “You don’t know that.”

musings on July

and aaron would call him an idiot for wearing a fleece in a heatwave, and worriedly eagle eye him like

ship: aaron dingle/robert sugden

word count: 5777

"Sometimes, Aaron wants to punch John. Wants to punch anyone, anything, but John is the closest thing. The old life is bad, but the new life is like a skin that doesn’t quite fit. Like he has to bend to fit into a mould that should be comfortable. The mould isn’t the problem; Aaron is. He has a temper. He doesn’t know what is good for him. The past is a fire pit, and Aaron keeps trying to jump inside. He doesn't know how to stop."

I have been tagged in (and missed) quite a few writing memes for the past couple of weeks but i'm back and ready to get stuck into my wip again!!!!!! so thank you @glorious-spoon for this particular tag yesterday lmao 💕

So David never hated him and he certainly doesn’t hate him now. He does sort of wish he’d stop walking in on him wrapped around his son though.

It’s nothing as compromising as yesterday, thankfully. Shane and Ilya had offered to do the washing up after their barbeque and David had only ventured inside to grab a beer. He could hear them talking as he made his way up the steps so he didn’t exactly see a reason to announce his presence until his step falters right as he’s about to reach the patio door. Shane is at the sink, eyes focused on drying the plate in his hands, while Rozanov is pressed against his back, arms around Shane’s middle and chin hooked over Shane’s shoulder. And David is wholly intent on turning right back around to go sit with Yuna at the firepit until they’re done but Ilya’s voice makes him pause. “Tonight has been good, yes?” he asks quietly. “Yeah,” Shane agrees, setting the plate aside and reaching for another. “My parents like you.”

Ilya smiles, something quietly pleased that he presses into the side of Shane’s neck. “You think so?” “Of course they do.” Shane huffs a laugh, one hand touching Ilya’s arms where they’re crossed around his stomach. “Have you ever met anyone you didn’t know how to charm?” Ilya snorts, face still-half buried in Shane’s shoulder. “I do not think I have been very charming tonight. I’m nervous.” The way Shane’s expression melts tugs at David’s heart. He knows Shane loves hockey, knows he wouldn’t want any other life than the one he has, but he’s always worried. Always hoped that Shane would have something to love him back when hockey wouldn’t anymore. Seeing him now, he thinks he’s found it.