#rick x vyvyan

[atrenchcoatfilledwithbeees]

Time is such a Rivyan episode because why did Vyvyan literally jump on Rick while he was lying on a bed hmm 🤨

[mayusz]

so. anyone else thought if rick has a medical kink?

[irenic-raccoon]

Small doodle based on the pic on the right (I forgot who made it lmk so I can credit them)

[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!!

[a-a-a-anon]

appreciation post for Lise Mayer!! she co-wrote The Young Ones (and The Bachelor Boys book, additional material like when they did Comic Relief, etc), which is well known. but she also wrote for other things in the alternative comedy scene like Rik Mayall and Ben Elton's comedy tour (source: BBC Breakfast Time interview)! and, something I didn't know until recently: she co-wrote/wrote for Kevin Turvey! she's not credited in his television appearances, but see below for sources.

i really loved the podcast episode she did with Alexei Sayle about TYO, you gain a lot of insight into her perspective! she also mentions misogynistic treatment like being asked to go make tea when they were doing script readings, not getting invited to a big BBC party because it was presumed she'd be Rik's plus-one, and getting groped at the BBC bar. it pissed me off on her behalf and partly prompted this post.

some specific accolades/accreditation/fun facts:

Rik crediting her with writing/conceiving the Kevin Turvey non-joke "All right, biting political satire: What do Lech Walesea and Menachem Begin have in common? They’ve both got foreign names! What do you mean it’s not funny?" (x)

Alexei Sayle in Thatcher Stole My Trousers crediting Lise with co-writing Turvey: "Lise was, like Linda for mine, a vital part of Rik’s career, co-writing both The Young Ones and Rik’s character Kevin Turvey..."

a 1987 source for Lise co-writing Turvey: "The assumption that women do not write comedy scripts was one with which Lise Mayer, co-writer of The Young Ones television series, has also had to contend. She started writing for Rik Mayall’s Kevin Turvey in the television series A Kick Up the Eighties..." (x)

Rowland Rivron (comedian who toured with The Comic Strip gang and lived with Rik and Lise) in What the f*** did I do last night?: "[Lise] also had the unenviable job of standing at the side of the stage when Rik was performing, and jotting down anything he said that was unscripted. If it got a laugh, it would be woven into the next night’s routine."

the only time i've ever seen a Rik Mayall/Ade Edmondson/Lise Mayer writing credit: for a poem called Distance which was collected in this anthology! Rik and Ade seem to have acted it out (or at least a version of it) in this 20th Century Coyote performance

Rik on Lise writing TYO: "‘She discovers different things: the comedy of embarrassment and awkwardness – she draws out the cheating and stealing that goes on in the house.’" (x) (Lise also says her "favorite comedy was always the comedy of embarrassment" in the Alexei Sayle podcast)

Rik: "... Lise Mayer wrote this great scene where I find a tampon in a handbag and it's my birthday party and I think it's a present because my character is Rick, who is such a git, he didn't know." (x)

Helen Lederer in Not That I'm Bitter, writing about being on The Young Ones: "[Lise] was known to be the brains behind it all, particularly the more surreal elements…"

she and Rik chose the bands (x)

Lise: “We’d have a table read at which point we’d discover that the script ran over an hour long, and then I’d have a sleepless night editing it.” Alexei: “You did that?” Lise: “Usually me, yeah…” (she later explains they'd present the script Monday and rehearsals were Tuesday, Wednesday-so she literally had one night to edit!) (x)

facts from the blu-ray commentary tracks:

Rick's yellow dungarees in Interesting were based off a picture of Lise in a similar pair

Lise wrote an essay about the tampon joke in Interesting so that the BBC didn't cut the scene (though they still edited it)

Paul Jackson (producer) credits Lise with arguing "you are seriously telling me that we cannot refer on television to something that happens to 50% of the population for about 30 years of their life? and we're not allowed to even refer to it" to make an executive back off about the tampon joke in a meeting

Lise came up with Neil's flowerpot covering in Nasty

Vyvyan/Vivian's name comes from Lise having lived in Vyvyan Terrace, Bristol

Lise thought of the cast switching costumes in Bambi (one of my favorite moments!!) (/end of commentary track facts)

this is guesswork, but i've seen Ben Elton and Rik Mayall's handwriting and i'm pretty sure the editing/handwriting on the bottom left on this script must be Lise's, which gives insight into what/how she wrote: (x)

i feel like it's easy for people to overlook or minimize Lise's impact, something that happens to female creators far too often. i hate when women's identities are framed around their association to a man-girlfriend to Rik in this case-which was the norm whenever i saw Lise discussed in articles/books/online discussions about TYO. it's important to know she was a writer and co-creator with her own identity and (underappreciated) contributions. The Young Ones (and Kevin Turvey, and things we don't even know she goes uncredited for) would not have been the same—or wouldn't have even existed—without her!

[the-tardis-in-221b-baker-street]

BAD NEWS X THE YOUNG ONES CROSSOVER ANYONE?

Ever though of what would happen when Bad News met The Young Ones for one almighty gig? I think it'd go a little something like this! Vim and Vyvyan would be shredding the guitar together at volume 11, Den would be heavily distracted by Neil's incense, Spider would be living up to his name now he's got the addition of Mike on the drums and Colin and Rick would be in a scrap (yes that's Colin's wig flying off)!

This piece will be the cover of Issue #25 of @scumbag-monthly! Proud!

[fictionkinfessions]

As much as my old life was a pain at times, I really do miss living in 1980's England. When I get my own place, I definitely want to rent with some close friends. Would make me feel like I'm back at the flat my old mates Rick, Mike and Neil.

- Vyvyan, The Young Ones (#🐹🩹🧡)

x

[chipontherailroad]

I come out of tumblr-posting hibernation to drop some niche ship art and then I leave again!!

BONUS:

[englishwerewolf]

[cultellus]

I can imagine Vyv singing 'teenage kicks' to a very flustered Rick, who attempts to respond by singing 'living doll' back-vyvyan promptly tells him to 'shut up you girlie'.

[amislake]

I TURNED MY RIVYAN SKETCH DIGITAL, BECAUSE OF COURSE I HAD TO.

I spent so long on this- bUT I'M PROUD,,-

All of Rick's buttons have separate designs, including "he/him" and the English flag. x)

The background is a bit obnoxious, but it was 4AM and I couldn't think of anything better. XD

[memes-and-newmann]

Bfsmlbfsm

Bitch funky sex machine loving bitch funky sex machine

[irenic-raccoon]

My first proper attempt at writing a genuine fanfic instead of the joke fics I've written in the past. Idk what the title is and I'm definitely not that great of a writer so there might be typos or grammar mistakes so ermmmmm go easy on me.

It's Vyvyan x Neil. There's only one fic of these two and I gotta stick up for the less popular ships bc that's just how I am.

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Yelling, violence, and filth. An average day in the life of The Young Ones. Mike sat at the kitchen table, casually reading the daily newspaper. Vyvyan and Rick bickered about some bullocks next to the telly. And then there was poor ol' Neil. Neil, Neil, orange peel, standing there sulking and making the tea, since he practically did everything around here. All of the cleaning and all of the cooking. He was practically a 1950s house wife!

Vyvyan and Rick's banter turned violent, per usual, as the spikey haired ginger began throwing punches. He then grabbed the nearest object to whack the spotty bastard with. His weapon of choice just so happened to be Neil's rustic acoustic guitar. Before Neil was threatened to make the god-awful lentil tea they consumed every day, he was sat by the couch, playing a crappy tune. The sound of Vyvyan bashing Rick's head in with the already busted up guitar filled the room. Damn thing can barely play a note as it was poorly put back together with cheap ducktape, done by Neil himself in a futile effort to repair it. The guitar practically crumpled in his arms everytime he played a note. It's not like he'd be able to get new one anyways. None of them could even afford to use clean water. Hope you're happy, Thatcher!

The gloomy hippie turned his head at the sight, wearing his trademark frown. "Awh man, that's really heavy, Vyv. I've been, like, making a concept album for about two months now, and I was finally coming around to one of the songs. Not like any of you care, since you all hate me so much-" He was cut off with a shared "SHUT UP, NEIL!" From both the punk and the poet. Mike just nodded, agreeing with the statement as he continued to read his paper, wearing his sunglasses indoors. Neil sighed heavily as he began pouring the lentil nightmare that they considered "tea". He'd have to tape up his guitar some more, if there's even any tape left, that is.

Neil served them the lentil slop before getting assaulted with whatever item Vyvyan chose to use, then he sulked up the stairs to his bedroom, dragging the broken guitar behind him. As Vyvyan saw him do so, a peculiar thought came to to his mind, "I could fix that easily." It's true, he could, but he didn't want to be nice, especially to Neil of all people! On the other hand, Vyvyan was extremely bored. Even the violence was getting somewhat tedious. Not like he'd stop anytime soon, but Vyvyan hasn't partook in any of his actual hobbies in a long while. Like combining random chemicals to make some sort of "medical breakthrough", only for it to end up being explosive. Or tinkering his beloved car. Hell, Vyvyan even played guitar as well, he just wasn't able to play since he broke his beyond repair. In comparison, Neil's guitar would be a breeze.

Vyvyan decided that he was going to snag that guitar from Neil real quick and get working at it in the toolshed... Not like that, you pervy! He was definitely not doing it to be nice to Neil. Of course not! It's not like he held some sort of miniscule soft spot for him. He also didn't deep-down admire how much Neil did for them all, even if he moped about it constantly. Vyvyan ESPECIALLY did not like how Neil looked in that dress that apparently belonged to Rick. Nope, that image definitely didn't come to mind every once in a while when he's having a good wa- *BANG!*

Loud construction noises came from the dinghy tool shed Vyvyan put up months ago. Okay, he wasn't the best handy man. Bugger off, he's doing his best!

"Vyayan." Rick called out, standing outside said tool shed, hands on his hips, ready to yell at him for whatever he did this time. Vyvyan ignored him.

"Vyvyan!" He called out louder. Vyvyan ignored him again.

"VYVYA-" Rick screamed before the door cracked open, only for Vyvyan to hit him over the head with a hammer. That'll shut him up for a bit. He needed to concentrate, for once. He actually wanted to make sure he did a good job on fixing Neil's guitar.

When any of the housemates came along to ask what he was doing in there, he'd respond with something outlandish like "A time machine to prevent Rick from being born". Mike only asked once before going about his own business. Rick tried to be nosy, but it'd only come back to hit him over the head. Literally. It didn't take long for Rick to get a headache and a shiner from it all. Neil didn't bother to ask, likely based off the results from Rick. Instead, he only came by the tool shed to ask for the watering can, in which Vyvyan tossed at him from inside the shed. It nearly hit him but instead it hit the ground next to him. He thought it was strange, but Neil didn't feel like getting a shovel to the groin like Rick, so he just went about his gardening, even if his plants are past their death. They were so shriveled up and dark you couldn't make out what he even planted in the first place.

Vyvyan would take breaks throughout the day, causing the usual chaos around the house, but he made sure to return to the toolshed to finish up that guitar. He did this for the past two days until he was finished. He honestly felt proud with his handy work here, even if it didn't look the best. A few dents and scratches were permanent on its body, but it was a major improvement overall. Vyvyan decided to test it out, tuning the strings by ear and playing an a simple A chord. Bloody brilliant! He was lucky that his uncle Eddie taught him a thing or two about tools, even if he was a total tool himself. He was pretty sure him and Rick's uncle were going out. He cringed at that thought. Rick's uncle was as much of a pratt as Rick himself was. Must be genetic, similar to how alcoholism runs in Vyv's family tree.

It was dark out and Neil was still awake in his room, insomia keeping him up as he painted out his astrological chart. Some of that hippie bullocks he likes. He heard foot steps outside the door, but paid no attention to it, that's until he heard the door crack open. As soon the tall brunette turned his attention to the door, it was shut immediately, leaving only his guitar leaning against the wall. Neil's eyebrows raised, perplexed. It was like his guitar came back from the dead. Was he being haunted by the ghost of his guitar? He didn't even think that they had souls. He slowly made his way to the door, looking to see if anyone was out there. No one was in the hallway, but in the corner of his eye he saw Vyvyan peeking his head out his door like a meerkat, before quickly closing the door behind him. Suddenly, Neil felt like his stomach was full of butterflies... That might just be the lentils acting up again. Time to continue that song on the toilet, hopefully without being hassled this time.

[jester-lover]

May I request Niel Pye with a s/o headcanons?? He's so malewife and sad I want him

of course you may, Neil is the malewife

Neil Pye with an s/o

gn! reader, cw/ depression, fluff, self doubt/insecurities, yknow the average Neil Pye Experience™, and minor violence

Okok, first of all

This boy can't believe you want to date him

Someone as wonderful and kind and gorgeous as you, willingly and honestly dating him

He's a big greasy hippie, he thinks he's so terrible and unlovable

(He's a darling, you wish he just believed it as much as you do)

Neil is such a sweet and caring lover, when he's not wallowing in self pity

“I made some lentils for you…they’re pretty edible…”

He tries very hard to be of use to you in any way, like sewing up any frayed clothing you have, or opening the door for you first

Realistically, none of Neil’s roommates believe him when he tells them about you

Vyvyan even smacks him over the head for ‘lying’

When, eventually you come to visit him, you're presence shocks everyone

 Especially Rick, who looks like he’s seen a ghost

 Mike probably needs to sit down for a while

Vyvyan’s banging his head against a wall

It’s utter chaos, as usual

Neil is a little happy though, as you’ve finally met his roommates and left a good impression on them

He’s a cuddler, look at him, radiates cuddle vibes

Neil Pye is the little spoon, I rest my case.

He also encourages you in any interests you have, and will be there for any events regarding that interest

You can borrow his sweatshirts anytime, he’ll give them to you happily

All in all 10/10 bf, Neil Pye is certified wife material.

TYO obsession is back on.

[toyboy-molloy]

vyvyan: yes I really really fancy you and I want to give you a big girly kiss on the bottom

rick: mike, vyvyan’s gone all funny. he said he wants to kiss my bottom

vyvyan: oh did I say kiss you on the bottom? I meant STICK A PICKAXE THROUGH YOUR SPINAL COLUMN

[the-tardis-in-221b-baker-street]

The Young Ones x Doctor Who crossover anyone?

Rick and Neil, Norcon 2022

Vyvyan, Norcon 2021