you, me, and country roads

callie • 21 • lh44 ao3

[robrondale]

forgot my invitation — a robron fic event (may 29th — 31st)

to celebrate a whole year of robert’s return, @jackiemerrick and i decided to give in to our (lack of) impulse control and run a little event with the rather chaotic theme of ‘tropes, quotes & underused characters’

so here it is! the idea is to have it run as a weekend event but if you’d like to submit more or less than three fics then by all means go ahead! the prompts are all linked on random generators and you have to use minimum one from each but feel free to spin again if it doesn’t take your fancy (we’ll never know)

the tropes generator can be found here

the quotes generator can be found here

the characters generator can be found here

technically this event is for robert’s return but if you’re inspired to write for other emmerdale ships then that’s okay too!

if you post any art / fic on tumblr please use the tag ‘emmerdale forgot my invitation 2026’ and you can find the ao3 collection here

[thisfeebleheart]

Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile. This smile was not ended when the report resounded.

@barricadeday 2025: Do you permit it?

[nerdyfangirl76]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @jackiemerrick @stuckinanothertimezone and @barnbert 😊

Here’s a little bit of chapter four of I’m Coming Home to You.

“I’ve never been so scared in my life,” Robert said quietly. Aaron reached over and threaded their fingers together. “I was fine, Robert.” “Yeah, but I didn’t know that.” Robert’s voice was low. “When Chas called… all I heard was Aaron’s been in an accident.” His grip tightened around Aaron’s hand. “My head went straight to the worst possible place.” “I wanted you there,” Aaron said. “I needed you there.” Robert swallowed. The memory of the waiting room still stung. “They wouldn’t let me in.” Aaron sighed. “I told them it was okay for you to be there.” Robert looked at him. “They still said family only.” For a moment neither spoke. Then Robert frowned. “If we were married, they’d have to let me in.” Aaron blinked. “Well… yeah.” Another pause. “But we’re not, so…” Robert turned onto his side. “So marry me.” Aaron stared at him. “What?” “You heard me.” Robert looked completely serious. “Marry me.” “Aaron sat up so quickly he immediately regretted it. “Ow.” “Sorry.” “No, forget that.” Aaron pointed at him. “Did you just propose?” “Maybe.” “Maybe?” “Fine. Yes.” Aaron gaped at him. “Are you mental?” Robert laughed. “A little bit.” “Robert, we’re eighteen.” “So?”

Tagging @dreamer-of-ships @illbeyourreasonwhy @livflahertydingle @sugdendeeznuts @jcforsapphics @capseycartwright @cylonbarnes @robertfagden @aaronsugdens @bartonmatty @robrondale @maybemystcha

[jonathan-harks]

Thank you for the tags @barnbert and @jackiemerrick! After months of talking about this fic I finally feel like I'm getting close to posting!

Aaron left Diane to get back to her hoovering and ran upstairs. He shoved all the clothes on the floor into the wardrobe, put the plastic bottles and crisp packets littering the side table into the bin and wiped every surface with an anti-bacterial wipe. He surveyed his handiwork once he was done. It’ll have to do, he reckoned, there was a limit to the amount of effort he was willing to put in and he’d reached his. It was just as well, in that moment he heard John’s voice coming in from downstairs. “He’s doing as well as can be expected,” said John. “He woke up briefly while I was there, was a bit confused though, I tried to explain what happened but I don’t think he understood.” Aaron listened in as he started to make his way downstairs with a couple of dirty mugs and bowls, hoping to take them to the sink without comment. “I suppose that’s the best we can hope for,” said Diane. “He’s been through worse, you know. He’s a survivor, our Robert.” Aaron walked in at that moment, as John shot Diane half a smile and Aaron felt a bit like he was intruding. John gave Aaron a slight eyebrow raise when he noticed the crockery in Aaron’s hands but didn’t say anything. He simply waited for Aaron to put them in the sink and then leaned in for a hug.

Tagging @bartonmatty, @aelric, @robrondale, @glitradora, @meena-jutla, @mellaithwen and @capseycartwright

[jackiemerrick]

wip wednesday

thank you @barnbert for starting us off and for the tag @stuckinanothertimezone <33

“Robert, your breakfast.”  He presents it to him like a butler serves food to his master. Robert takes the plate and accepts the chaste kiss that Aaron is also offering, “Thank you. Where’s yours?” Aaron falters, the emotion in his eyes empties and he blinks blankly at Robert a couple of times. Then, like he’s a computer rebooting himself, he says, “I’m not hungry. I’ll get something later.” Worry flares up in Robert’s head; Aaron has a habit of skipping meals when he’s self-flagellating but he doesn’t want to cause an argument the morning after they get back together so he lets it go. If he notices a habit forming, he’ll bring it up.  Aaron plonks himself down on the sofa cushion beside Robert, not leaving an inch of space between them. He rests a hand on Robert’s thigh while he’s eating, laying his head on his shoulder and sighing contentedly. Vic watches them with a look of complete bafflement on her face until it winds Robert up enough that he snaps, “Shouldn’t you be heading to the pub, sis?” She glares at him and slams her empty coffee cup down on the coffee table. She doesn’t say a word as she gathers her bag and her chef hat and storms out of the house. Robert feels his appetite shrivel into nothing, only halfway through his breakfast. Aaron’s hand rubs at his thigh, “You should move back in,” he murmurs, “What?” “She’s clearly unhappy that we’re together. You should move back in. Move back home.” Home. Robert’s next breath shudders in his chest, “I’d really like that.” It’s when Aaron takes his plate from him to put it back in the kitchen that it clinks against his finger and Robert realises that he’s put his wedding ring back on.

tagging @robrondale @bartonmatty @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @livflahertydingle @jonathan-harks @maybemystcha @jcforsapphics @illbeyourreasonwhy @mellaithwen @kellykadesperate @capseycartwright @dreamer-of-ships @nerdyfangirl76 and i'll leave an open tag for anyone else to take part too <3333

[stuckinanothertimezone]

WIP Wednesday!

I'm revisiting the works that I put on pause for FMI, so here's a bit from a doc titled "robron emotional thing" aka extra vulnerable Robert Sugden because that's how I roll in here 😅.

“Well, well, I’d like to say I’m surprised, but not really.” Cain’s tone is almost amused as he leans against the doorframe, a little smirk playing at his lips, “I hope you’re not distracting Aaron too much, Sugden.”

Aaron feels himself tensing, ready to step in if needed. 

“I’m only providing my very professional expertise." Robert says, smooth and bright. He’s still smiling, looking calm and-

Beautiful. He’s so beautiful and he matters so much that Aaron has to curl his hands into fists, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his palms so he doesn’t think about it, doesn’t think about himself, because it really shouldn’t matter now.

“Haven’t lost your touch, eh?” Cain hums, taking a step closer, looking at fiat 500 Aaron has been working on, “Looking good. Why don’t you go have a pint? Tell Chas to put it on me, I’ll stop by after closing up here.”

“I think we’ll pass.” Aaron says, taking his overalls off and quickly wiping his hands before making his way to Robert, touching his elbow, “Do you want to hop off?”

Robert nods, looking distracted, and he follows Aaron’s touch as he slides off the table. He wobbles a little when he lands on the floor, leaning forward, and Aaron’s hand flies to wrap around his waist instinctively, making sure to keep him upright. Robert exhales deeply, leaning into him, and his thin shirt is sweated through on the small of his back, clinging to Aaron’s arm, the damp heat making him breathless. 

Robert’s breathing hitches, and Aaron tries to swallow around the pressure in his chest.

Tagging @robrondale, @jcforsapphics, @jackiemerrick, @livflahertydingle, @aaronsugdens, @mellaithwen, @maybemystcha, @aelric, @bartonmatty, @nerdyfangirl76, @dreamer-of-ships, @capseycartwright

[barnbert]

WIP Wednesday

Going back to my OG fic. My first baby 🥹🥹

Here is a snippet from, "I've Been Living with Devils and Angels."

“Loving you, yes, it has been like nothing else I’ve been gone through but, neither has being without you; the misery I felt staring at your picture, that cut deep. The days where I would have your grumpy tone on repeat because I’d forced you out the bed, to go to work, that’s misery. The endless moments of our vows and our wedding, both of them, knowing I cut that vow away without giving you, us, a chance to prove prison couldn’t beat us? Yeah that killed me.” Robert had to take a moment but he still looked towards Aaron with absolute certainty. “The messy stuff, the hospital rooms, watching you almost die? It hurts and I want to punch every wall and every man for even letting the world entertain the idea of you not existing in it, but, I would want to go through it with you, than live a life of emptiness without you. You make everything possible, you are my everything. I will never stop fighting for you. I did that once and I regretted it for six years. I’m not doing it any longer.” Robert let the silence have an opportunity for impact. Aaron’s face crumbling with emotion, his jaw shaking as he tried to sustain confidence in his vocal ability. “We have always been messy.” Aaron choked out. “Coming out of prison, it was supposed to give you chance for better.”

tagging: @stuckinanothertimezone @robrondale @jackiemerrick @bartonmatty @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @livflahertydingle @capseycartwright @aelric @dreamer-of-ships @robertaaron @robertandaaronsugden @robertfagden @kellykadesperate @madroxed @mellaithwen @jcforsapphics @nerdyfangirl76 @jonathan-harks @illbeyourreasonwhy @sebdingle @maybemystcha

<33

[isabellaofparma]

i see. i understand.

[trianglemix]

5th february 2015

[stevesarnott]

endless list of aaron dingle gifs: 28/?

[jackiemerrick]

Last Line Tag Game

thank u for the tags @jcforsapphics @sebdingle @dreamer-of-ships @thatnervouswreck @illbeyourreasonwhy @stuckinanothertimezone @barnbert and @bartonmatty

rules: post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

“We’re married, Vic, we want to get back to being husbands,” Robert explains.

tagging @robrondale @aaronsugdens @livflahertydingle @maybemystcha @sugdendeeznuts @aaronsugdens @mellaithwen @cylonbarnes n don't count check me because that's not enough people but soo la voo or whatever they say in france

[aarondingle]

[jackiemerrick]

guys i have not been on tumblr/ao3 all weekend but plz know that i have seen everything you've all been posting for mine and @robrondale forgot my invitation event and i love all of it and all of you <33

thank you for taking part in this event that we cooked up; i'm now officially free of work and going to be digging into all the incredible fics you've created ASAP! (while being sad none of my own got finished but they still exist and hopefully i'll have some late entries sooner rather than later)

okay, that's all

[thatnervouswreck]

(turn around) total eclipse of the heart

written for @robrondale and @jackiemerrick's Forgot My Invitation event

this spiralled so wildly out of control so i dont know how good it is, i may rewrite when im not going insane with deadlines, but here you are

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[bartonmatty]

in the land our grandchildren knew

pairings: pat sugden & robert sugden, robert sugden & sandie merrick, jackie merrick & robert sugden, jack sugden & robert sugden, background aaron dingle/robert sugden

did i actually manage to finish big sad in time for the forgot my invitation event? OH MY GOD I DID??? incredible work on my part. thank you so much to @robrondale and @jackiemerrick for organising this event and i hope you both enjoy this fic <3

His mother. Robert is talking to his mother. His mother, who gave birth to him but didn't raise him. His mother, whose face isn't what he sees when he thinks about his mum. His mother, the one he never knew. His mother, who's dying today.

Robert gets sent back in time.

my spins for this fic were:

major character death | "what were you thinking?" | pat sugden

read on ao3

[capseycartwright]

you're scared of love, well, aren't we all?

max king is getting married - and there is no way robert sugden is going to his best friend slash ex-boyfriend’s wedding stag. there’s just no way.

maybe fake-dating his little sisters best friend is a slightly demented thing to do in response to your best friend getting married, but robert’s had worse ideas.

(maybe)

ao3 link

written for @robrondale & @jackiemerrick's forgot my invite event!

i did spin a combination of prompts that inspired this fic - but i stupidly didn't save them (or write them down) so you're just going to have to trust me on this one.

this fic got wildly out of hand, but robert deserved the queer experience of being far too close with one of your exes. thus, this was born. enjoy!

[jonathan-harks]

scandal does funny things to pride

Chapter 1/?

Vic could have gone out and found a way worse guy to bring home. Robert could bring home a worse guy if he wanted to. In fact he will, he’ll find someone who’ll make Aaron look like a boy scout and bring them home to meet his family. For the Forgot My Invitation fic events, using the prompts: teen/high school/university | 'penny for your thoughts?'| kev townsend

I was overly ambitious and then I was hit with an impromptu trip so you guys are just getting half of one of my FMI fics this weekend!