oh my god we forgot the baby

no idea what i'm doing 90% of the time may || 21 || bi || she/her || ao3

[infinty-crusade]

Didn’t have much time to do anything but did manage to crank this out for Robron week

Day 1: 2014 (aka Robert looking like a stalker)

[maybemystcha]

robron week day 1: 2014

[that-one-idiot-11]

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

[aaronsugdens]

emmerdale + textposts

bonus chasron:

[medievalmiffy]

Seven Sentences Sunday 🫐

Thank you to @maybemystcha @barnbert @aaronsugdens @livflahertydingle @sugdendeeznuts @jonathan-harks and @jackiemerrick and @stuckinanothertimezone for tagging me!!

“Do you ever think about it?”

He imagines his father, his sweat. The smell of something arid and brittle; the yellowed pages of a children’s book he’d once been read.

The answer is that Aaron thinks of it all the time. He thinks of it all the time. All the time. Robert never relaxes anymore and Aaron thinks of it, sees it, smells it on him. The smell and behavior of someone having trespassed.

“It’s you I think about.” Aaron says.

Not tagging anyone because I’m certain I’m last!

[rcbertsugden]

Robron Week 2026 Day 1: 2014 Fearless

With your face and the beautiful eyes and the conversation with the little white lies.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

in monster world they have berries and cream but they call it SCARIES and SCREAM. one of many interesting little cultural differences

[dreamer-of-ships]

Several Sentence Sunday!!

Thank you everyone for the tags!! @maybemystcha @barnbert @illbeyourreasonwhy @mellaithwen @capseycartwright @livflahertydingle @thatnervouswreck @genuinewarmdecentfeeling @sugdendeeznuts @aaronsugdens @nerdyfangirl76 @jackiemerrick @stuckinanothertimezone @jonathan-harks

Having a bit of trouble making the next chapter as good as it can be haha. Will try and get it up soon but here's a snippet of chapter 5 of we have our wings 😇

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Aaron's had it. He needs to get out of here before he truly snaps. Fists clenched around his plate, he makes the excuse that he'll take it up to his room. Instead when he gets to the landing, he goes to Robert's room instantly.

He doesn't knock just goes straight in, and hates the sight of his fiance looking so defeated as he sits on the edge of his bed, his head hanging low.

"I need to get out of here," Robert says. "Before I do or say something that I'm gonna regret."

Aaron nods, swallows a lump in his throat. "Where to?"

"Anywhere," Robert says. "Anywhere as far away from here as possible."

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It's a bit later so won't tag anybody and looks like most people have shared already haha!! But if you wanna share anything here's your sign!!!

[ggee-xx]

Several sentences Sunday

Thank you for the lovely tags @jackiemerrick @livflahertydingle xxxx

An itty bitty bit of the Roblivion fic that’s still kicking about in my head

“Liv, your brother and I are just looking out for you. Checking up on you. You have a convicted murderer living with you, we’re just worried.”

“Don’t speak about Robert that way.” Liv cries again, wiping a tear from her eyes. “I haven’t drank. I’m sober.”

“I’m sorry Aaron, it’s a symptom of her addiction; lying and manipulating.” John frowns at Aaron. “We’ll do what we said - the rehab. I can drive her there now.”

Absolutely not. This is a joke that’s going on for far longer than Robert ever should have let it. He needs Liv with him, not across the room with people and objects between them.

“Liv,” Robert says. “Come here.” Come here to me, where you’re safe and I can protect you, Robert thinks.

She goes to move past John, heading around the sofa that’s between them. John grabs for her arm, pulling her back until she stumbles. Robert sees red, is moving before he even realises it.

He’s got John by his collar of his stupid khaki green jacket, shoving him into a wall, slamming his body back against it roughly. “Don’t touch her, don’t ever lay a hand on her.”

Tagging @robrondale @butteredsc0tch @barnbert @sugdenkatie and anyone else who sees and wants to join!!

[jcforsapphics]

seven sentence sunday

barely been writing recently, so my first one in a while :) thank you @stuckinanothertimezone @jackiemerrick @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @prezohfan @barnbert and @maybemystcha for the tags <3

is popstar au still alive? just barely. enjoy

“Ever thought about leaving? Doing something else? Somewhere else?" The question makes Aaron’s chest tighten. Leaving. He’d had the chance to leave once. He’d been promised the world by a blonde lad with a guitar, promised that they’d see it all together. Look how that turned out. One of them left and became a god; the other stayed behind to clean up the spilled beer. "Nah," Aaron says, wiping down the counter. "I like it here. It’s quiet.”

it's kinda late so I won't tag anyone but please take this as an open tag <33

[sugdenkatie]

slightly more than seven sentences sunday

thank you @jonathan-harks @jackiemerrick @nerdyfangirl76 @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @thatnervouswreck @livflahertydingle @capseycartwright @mellaithwen @illbeyourreasonwhy @ggee-xx @barnbert @maybemystcha for the tags <3

should be working on a very specific project, but instead i've started something so incredibly self indulgent that it's a little embarrassing. have a snippet

If anyone asked (and Alex asked a lot), then Aaron barely thought about Robert Sugden. The idea was ridiculous, since he hasn't laid eyes on the man in two decades and the way things ended between them should have put Aaron well off. But if Aaron closes his eyes, he can still see his face so clearly. Dishevelled blond hair, green eyes that sparkle in the sunlight, tanned and freckled skin. Aaron has forgotten his voice, or at least can't tell if the voice he remembers is what he actually sounded like, but he can still remember the words he said. I've never met anyone like you before. I wish every day could be like this. Why can't things stay as they are? Why are you doing this to me?

it's 20 minutes until midnight so won't tag anyone but thank you all once again for the tags ik i've been bad at reciprocating them recently but in my defence life wants to kick my ass so

[barnbert]

Seven (Several) Sentence Sunday!

Hey everyone. Literally landed back in the UK at 6am so I've slept the day away but, once again, FOMO called and I'd be rude not to answer.

Everyone who has tagged me has been incredible! I'm in awe. Thanks to the beautiful souls: @stuckinanothertimezone @jackiemerrick @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @ggee-xx @illbeyourreasonwhy @thatnervouswreck @mellaithwen & @livflahertydingle 💛

Enjoy this (kinda a love letter for you @capseycartwright)

It wasn’t that Robert had Aaron’s smile in his brain like a needle constantly scratching at a skipping vinyl. It was more like that particular night was etched onto the stone inside Robert, which allowed him to keep breathing.

It wasn’t uncommon for Aaron and Robert to let long winter evenings pass by, after working hours were deemed over. It wasn’t uncommon for Robert to invite Aaron to his office, under a paper-thin excuse of wanting a fresh pair of eyes on these lengthy documents that, quite frankly made Robert want to pull all his blonde locks out from his scalp. The desk lamp light created a small oval of gold and would hit Aaron’s cheeks in a certain way that allowed for his rosy undertones to seep through the skin.

Robert would often have a fondness because it was obvious the Aaron couldn’t quite formulate the contracts in his head, but just nodded in the right intervals whenever Robert looked astounded at certain stipulations. Robert understood however, Aaron’s passion for Foundations was growing and it was starting to become more than just somewhere for Aaron to find his feet.

It wasn’t uncommon for Robert to showcase his work area as though Aaron had never laid eyes there before and surrender his ‘throne,’ propping up his antebrachium against the polished wood, trying – and failing- to ignore the scent of Aaron’s shampoo that made his nose hairs flare up.

Tagging: @sugdenkatie @robrondale @jcforsapphics @kellykadesperate @dreamer-of-ships @aelric @kirk @sour-grape-s @robron-always @madroxed @maybemystcha @robronbrainrot @medievalmiffy

[illbeyourreasonwhy]

seven sentences sunday

thank youu for the tags @jonathan-harks @jackiemerrick @nerdyfangirl76 @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @genuinewarmdecentfeeling @livflahertydingle @capseycartwright @mellaithwen 💖💖 going to be spending most of today attempting to get my fics for this upcoming week done so have seven sentences from one of them <3

I think I've wanted you for so long I don't know how not to anymore, Robert whispered to him once, head on his chest and the two of them tucked under the covers, and in that moment, Aaron had felt warm and loved but seen, also. Because it had been the same for him, too. He'd wanted Robert from the moment he saw him, wanted him so badly he hadn't known what to do with himself even once he'd gotten him. That was a long time ago, though. Aaron doesn't want Robert, not anymore. Or rather, he doesn't want to want Robert. Wanting Robert hurts, an undercurrent of pain thrumming deep under his skin in his every waking moment as he wakes and sleeps and eats and lives his life three houses down from him and can't have him.

no pressure tagging @sugdenkatie @robrondale @dreamer-of-ships @maybemystcha @barnbert @kellykadesperate @serena-sugden aaaand whoever else wants to do this!

[mellaithwen]

Several Sentence Sunday 🚜

Thank you for the tags @jonathan-harks @stuckinanothertimezone @aaronsugdens @jackiemerrick @sugdendeeznuts @livflahertydingle @thatnervouswreck and @capseycartwright <3

"Wake up, Robert, please..." he keeps whispering as he fumbles for phone, until Robert lets out a groan, and turns to face Aaron. The new angle gives him a clear view of the bloody side of Robert's face, and the grim rusty colour of his usually blonde hair, but he's awake, and blinking, and Aaron thinks he might cry in sheer relief.

"… Aaron," is all Robert whispers, but even that seems to have sapped most of his energy as he tries to reach out, only for his hand to fall back down pretty quickly.

"Easy, don't move too much," Aaron tells him gently, noticing Robert's aborted movement and reaching out to bridge the tiny gap between them, brushing some dirt from off the side of Robert's cheek in the process. His skin feels like ice, and Aaron doesn't hesitate to start shrugging off his own jacket to drape over Robert, scanning the surrounding fields for answers and finding more questions.

"God, you're freezin', how long have you been out here? What the hell happened? Were you driving that tractor? Did you crash?"

Robert blinks—likely from the sudden influx of questions being thrown at him coupled with his injuries—and he tries to string a sentence together that'll appease his noticeably worried fiance, but his head hurts and he's so tired and—

"… I missed you," is what he settles on saying quietly instead.

yes that's right, I'm working on part two of the tractor fic finallyyyyy & I’ll tag @madroxed @thisissirius @littlespoonevan @kellykadesperate @princessfbi @barnbert @dreamer-of-ships @butteredsc0tch @allisonrw96 @illbeyourreasonwhy @softlass27 @ultrabananaquan @robrondale @sugdenkatie and @maybemystcha 💕

[capseycartwright]

thanks for tagging me in seven sentence sunday @jonathan-harks @stuckinanothertimezone @jackiemerrick @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @thatnervouswreck @livflahertydingle 🥰

am trying to get back into the swing of writing so here’s a wee snippet that might not turn into anything but we shall see

“Endings are my favourite part,” Robert admitted, embarrassment tinging his cheeks as he spoke. It was cute, really - not that Aaron would ever admit it out loud, or God forbid, to Robert himself.

“Why?” Aaron found himself asking, before he could really even think about it.

Robert shrugged, thumbing at the pages of the book. “I like knowing that people get to live happily ever after, I suppose. That the story ends with them getting their happy ending,” he paused, for a second, looking at Aaron. “Do you think we get to have a happy ending?”

Aaron tried to ignore the way tears burned at the corners of his eyes, everything he knew and couldn’t tell Robert clawing at his throat, the truth desperate to escape.

“I think we do,” Aaron managed, his voice hoarse from the effort of holding back his tears. He wished it was the truth.

tagging @aelric @mellaithwen @madroxed @illbeyourreasonwhy @butteredsc0tch @dreamer-of-ships @maybemystcha @robrondale @kellykadesperate @sugdenkatie!

[maybemystcha]

several sentence sunday

morning!! tagged by the lovely and talented: @jackiemerrick @nerdyfangirl76 @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @genuinewarmdecentfeeling @livflahertydingle @capseycartwright @mellaithwen @illbeyourreasonwhy and @barnbert oh my goodness thank you!!

Moira waves to him from across the road, overalls loose around her waist. “There he is,” she laughs, and Aaron can’t help but smile. She reminds him of movie nights, dinners around the kitchen table and laughter — the sort of thing he didn’t often get from his own family. Adam’s house had practically been his when they were teenagers, staying over for weeks at a time. Being back out here fills him with a rush of refreshing nostalgia. After pulling him into a big hug, she ushers him into her Range Rover and sets off down the road. “Right, farmboy,” she teases, “the place you’re staying isn’t far, just a little off the beaten path. Out of sight, out of mind, you know how it is.” “I’m not staying with you then?” Aaron asks, even though he knew it wasn’t likely. “No, Robert needed the help — and he had the space.” Moira nudges Aaron with her elbow. “Although I know you’d rather spend time with me.”

hmm even though it's late ill tag @robrondale @dreamer-of-ships @jcforsapphics @cylonbarnes @robertfagden @butteredsc0tch @sugdenkatie @medievalmiffy <33

[livflahertydingle]

(less than) seven sentences sunday

thank you lovelies @jonathan-harks @nerdyfangirl76 @jackiemerrick @stuckinanothertimezone @aaronsugdens @sugdendeeznuts @genuinewarmdecentfeeling @thatnervouswreck for the tags and your words 💛

He still dreamt about him sometimes, prone to nightmares whenever he didn’t take his sleeping pills. The pills dulled everything, made it so he didn’t have to toss and turn for hours and afforded him the kind of dreamless sleep he’d never had before. But sometimes, Aaron got weird about the pills, sometimes he thought about dying too much, about that day his mum took him to the swimming pool when he was six and Aaron dove too deep and got a bit lightheaded, how easy it would’ve been to let go then, how peaceful, how quiet, and so he flushed the pills down the toilet, and then he had to wait the appropriate amount of time to ask the doctor for new ones, so she wouldn’t think Aaron was doing anything weird.

tagging @robrondale @capseycartwright @mellaithwen @sugdenkatie @medievalmiffy @illbeyourreasonwhy @dreamer-of-ships @maybemystcha @barnbert @kellykadesperate @robertfagden @ggee-xx @prezohfan