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I agree that it will probably be a longer maybe year-ish break but I also agree that nothing about those quotes suggest permanent? I might be reading it wrong but ‘step back’ and ‘break’ don’t really sound to me like leaving for good. “I’ve done what I wanted to do” is her saying she’s prioritized her career for a long time not that she’s done everything she wants to do with being on the show imo. Maybe I’m just being overly optimistic bc I don’t want Vic to leave but idk

Yeh I agree. As has been said I think if it was her leaving leaving then that would be the headline.

I do think she’ll be gone a year though so a longer break. This is also just an interview with Isabel and her husband re pregnancy, would they really announce her leaving the show here?? I doubt it somehow.

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I’m choosing to believe Isabel is just going to take a long maternity leave until officially told otherwise.

Interviews like that chop up quotes etc. and they called it maternity leave so. 🤷🏼‍♀️

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“I’ve done what I’ve wanted to do” “it’s time to devote my life to being a mum” it sounds like she’s leaving for good 🫣

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Vic leaving for a bit is another reason Kelvin should come back so Robert at least has some family around.

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Robert and Vic’s relationship has been written so perfectly since his return I’ll miss it a lot while she’s away.

Although robron at keepers would be cute as long as they buy a bigger sofa lmao

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Aw Isabel posted on her IG she's pregnant 💕

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woolie pub 2k25 quiz but johns getting everything about aaron wrong and roberts getting everything right

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Before Dinner, 2023, RF Alvarez

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I can’t believe their current situation still boils down to “people don’t stay with me/people don’t forgive me”

because again robert needs to prove that he’ll stay with aaron and aaron needs to be able to forgive robert

ugh. the love story of all time.

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it sounds ridiculous to have the lightbulb moment now, seeing as i've watched these scenes a thousand times and are the reason i fell in love but IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME FROM THE START.

this:

is because of this inconvenient feeling:

just like this:

is because of this:

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im done being sad guys, all i got is requisites for monday 18th after they get done with the tender comforting shtick. i want waist grab, fingers running through robert's blond bitch hair, MOANING, aaron pulling robert's shirt off, hawley showing skin, some zoom on them freckles, aaron pushing robert down on the bed, the mattress creaking, panting, aaron licking his lips, belt hitting the floor, aaron putting his watch back on when he finishes, the whole show

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I love you. I love the way you get undressed and you just leave your clothes in a pile on the floor. I love that you call me babe all the time. I love that you eat, you fart, you swear, and you snore louder than any man I've ever met. I love that you only ever do the dishes when you run out of plates. I love everything about you.

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up in my lonely room (when i’m dreaming of you) - ao3 link

Robert’s exhausted.

Physically, mentally, emotionally — just exhausted.

From the way people have been staring at him all week, he bets he looks it, too. He’s all too familiar with the dark circles that frame his eyes and the endless downward curve of his mouth.

But he was holding it together. Barely—but he was.

At least until Friday happened.

Friday had broken him. It brought Harry, the banging of the drums, the flashbacks—everything he’d buried. And John, of course. Always there to save the day, always perfect. John.

And now Vic has gone, too. Taken Harry to visit Diane.

“I need a break,” she’d said. Didn’t say from you, but it was there. Heavy. Obvious.

And that — is how he ends up here — standing in the middle of his wrecked bedroom, his fists aching, breath ragged, surrounded by the fallout of his own horrors.

It feels pathetic now. All of it. The smashed TV, the overturned coffee table, the dent in the wall — none of it made anything better. It never does.

He’d expect it. The breakdown. It was inevitable, really. Hurried along by his half-brother’s pushing-pushing-pushing.

What he doesn’t expect, though — is Aaron.

He’s standing in the doorway of Robert’s bedroom, eyes sweeping over the small space. Wide, uncertain. There’s something raw in his expression — not just surprise, but something closer to fear, or maybe hesitation. Like he’s bracing for what he might find.

“Robert—,” he whispers, as if he’s speaking to an afraid animal. “What’re you—?”

And that’s all it takes, for the final piece of Robert to snap.

Aaron doesn’t flinch when Robert finally lets out a broken cry and hurls the beer bottle he’d had clutch in his hand at the wall. It shatters into a thousand glittering pieces that catch the light for only a second before they fall and become just another part of the chaos around them.

Robert doesn’t hear Aaron move. He’s too far gone — heart pounding, fists clenched, breath stuttering in ragged bursts. The world is distant, blurred, until suddenly—

Arms. Strong. Familiar. Wrapping around his chest from behind.

Not to hold him back — but to hold him together.

It’s not rough. Not forceful. Just steady.

Calming. Anchoring.

“Easy,” Aaron murmurs near his ear, his voice low, careful. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

continue on ao3

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