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Favorite Robron Things (5/?): RobertāsĀ āblink-and-smileā when Aaron isnāt looking
Seven Sentence Sunday
I wasn't going to do this but I have a overwhelming need to join in with thingsš
This might encourage me to get this fic published today! So enjoy the snippetš
Thank you to the legends @stuckinanothertimezone and @dreamer-of-ships <3
Truth be told, just the feeling of his heels pressed on the wooden floor felt like his own personal ecstasy. The sound of silence would have usually left a repulsed aftertaste lingering on the papillae of his tongue, however, Aaronās snoring long into the early hours was what enabled Robert to remember he no longer needed to be a frightened bird, but cocooned in an embrace of fur. He loved hearing the rain hit the window and the sound of a kettle ready to make his organs heat up ā very alien to the usual ash and dust he was prescribed to while incarcerated.
Although he laughed in the right moments, poked at Aaronās waist as they learned the rhythm of their kitchen habits again, with the remembrance that he liked to share ā or rather, nick ā Aaronās breakfast meal, even if Aaron was none the wiser; he still felt like a guest in the resting place of Aaronās heart.
The intoxication overflow did not help this deep-rooted insecurity Robert was sure he could keep at bay. One too many shots at the bar ā cheers Sarah - and Robert was drowning in his inability to believe Aaronās acceptance and love would remain a permeant fixture. Despite being unbreakable the last time they were united, they were basically on their last swing into pandemonium.
Gonna tag the beautiful souls that are: @aaronsugdens @robrondale @bartonmatty @jackiemerrick @illbeyourreasonwhy @livflahertydingle @robertaaron @robertandaaronsugden @robertfagden @capseycartwright @aelric @madroxed @mr-and-mr-sugden-dingle @nerdyfangirl76 @jcforsapphics @sebdingle @sugdendeeznuts @maybemystcha @kellykadesperate and @mellaithwen
Several Sentence Sunday
Thank you to @stuckinanothertimezone and @dreamer-of-ships for tagging me š
This is from chapter four of Iām Coming Home to You.
Aaron had always been there since they were eight years old. Through scraped knees and broken bones. Through detentions and football matches. Through every important moment Robert could remember. And right now, he was the only thing stopping Robert from feeling completely lost.
Before he could think about it, Robert leaned forward. Their lips met. For a second, Aaron went completely still. Then Aaron kissed him back. His stomach flipped and his skin tingled as Aaronās lips moved against his. Robert reached for him, his hand gripping the front of Aaronās shirt.
The kiss deepened. Their foreheads bumped awkwardly before they found their rhythm again, and when Aaronās tongue brushed against his, a shiver raced through Robert from head to toe.
Everything else disappeared.
The fire. The grief that sat in his chest like a stone. For the first time since losing his mum, the pain wasnāt consuming him. Warmth spread through him instead. And it felt good. Far too good. Robert jerked away as though heād been burned. His mum was dead. And here he was kissing his best friend and enjoying it.
Tagging @illbeyourreasonwhy @cylonbarnes @barnbert @robrondale @jackiemerrick @livflahertydingle @jcforsapphics @aaronsugdens @maybemystcha @capseycartwright @bartonmatty @sugdendeeznuts
Several Sentence Sunday
Thanks @stuckinanothertimezone for the tag!
I'm up to 18,000 words of this fic and counting, lmfao. Still soooo much I have left to write as well omg. Here's a moment I loved writing that I can't wait for you guys to read. This fic is a whole lot of angst, but there's still some fun moments interspersed, lmao
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Robert can't help chuckling as he takes another sip of his beer. "Can I get you a drink, Aunty Val?" he asks. "Oh, you always had a charm about you, didn't you!" she says, giving him a cheeky slap to his shoulder. He nods, then gestures toward Doug. "Doug, can I get Val aā" he trails off, thinking of what kind of drink she'd like, and thinks of the first thing that comes to his head. "Can I get her a Kir Royale?" "Bless you," says a woman at the bar with a thick Geordie accent. Robert thinks her name is Kerry. "Can she get a what?" Doug asks, his brow furrowing as if he's never heard of the drink before in his life. Robert shakes his head. "Oh, I like the sound of one of those," Val says. "You know me and my extravagant drinks." "You usually opt for a gin and tonic, you do," Diane says. Val shakes her head. "No, I'd like a Kirā¦fuffle? Whatever Robert just said." Doug blanches. "Well, I don't know how to make a kirfuffle." "I'll make it," Robert says, rolling his eyes. Then he looks at Diane. "That's if it's alright with you?" Diane shrugs. "Guess you can show off what you've been doing all these years."
Tagging @robrondale @aaronsugdens @bartonmatty @illbeyourreasonwhy @livflahertydingle @capseycartwright @mellaithwen @barnbert @maybemystcha @nerdyfangirl76 @jackiemerrick @cylonbarnes @thatnervouswreck @madroxed @sugdendeeznuts @robertandaaronsugden and anybody else who feels like sharing anything!
Aaron Dingle | 26.05.2026
Iām gonna miss you. Iāll call you every day.
to see the sun paint the sky
ship: aaron dingle / robert sugden word count: 8800
They deserved a change in scenery. Somewhere their husbands didnāt have a sway. The road stretched out before him, the midday sun intruding through the clouds just off the course. He could take them anywhere. He could keep driving, the hum of the engine their only companion. Robert would wake up, and theyād be someplace nice, somewhere with a beach or a rocky coastline.
It's Seb's eighth birthday, and Aaron can't help but think about what happened to him at that age. With a sleeping Robert in the passenger seat, he could take them anywhere. But Robert isn't his, not anymore, and Aaron is hurting.
written for @robrondale's and @jackiemerrick's forgot my invitation event. happy robert return anniversary to those who celebrate <3
my prompts were: road trip, "dance with me", john sugden (he's there in spirit, shh)
read on ao3
you can feel it on the way home
"Hello, Aaron," she says, as congenially as possible. "H-hello, hi, Mrs Brearly," he stumbles, still wide-eyed and blinking at her. After nearly a minute of a staring contest, she prompts him, "What can I do for you today?" Aaron stares at her, mouth opening and closing not unlike a fish, before he finally blurts out, "Have you seen Robert recently?"
AO3 link
my fmi prompts:
EMMERDALE | 29.05.26
aaron dingle + dressing gowns
for @bartonmatty and @sugdendeeznuts
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
title: with a little help from my friends
word count: 6.9k
rating: general
pairing: aaron dingle / robert sugden
warnings: alcohol consumption, references to canonical child abuse
summary: in a vague, unspecified universe where john goes to prison, robert learns to cope one friday night at a time
save a horse, ride a cowboy
"Well, hang on," Aaron calls, "It'll take you forever to walk up to the farm with him, and in this heat, you'll be passed out in no time!" Robert scoffs at him, a cheeky smile growing on his face. "I wasn't planning on walking," he says, before grabbing hold of the saddle, hitching his leg up to the stirrup and heaving himself up and over the horse. He shifts slightly in the seat, getting comfortable and Aaron shifts in his seat as his jeans grow tighter at the sight. Robert looks⦠majestic, yet sinful, and Aaron's mouth drops open when Robert visibly squeezes his thighs around the horse, guiding it to move. "I'll be back," he calls over his shoulder, before coaxing the horse into a trot and riding off towards the farm.
AO3 link
Rated: E
wip wednesday
thank you to @robrondale @barnbert @dreamer-of-ships and @nerdyfangirl76 for the tags xxx
working on something silly that may never see the light of day outside of this:
It's hot. It's all anyone can talk about, the heatwave currently ravaging the country.
And Aaron had gone to work today, he wants that on the record, had worked until noon when the sun was high in the sky, and then had glanced over at Vinny. Vinny had been sweating buckets by that point and so it was very easy to convince him to take the rest of the day off.
Which is how Aaron ended up, sitting outside the Woolie with a pint in front of him and another sweating beside him, waiting for Robert to come and claim it. The heat really is intense, because the text he'd sent to Robert had simply said, Sack off work? Pint? and Robert had responded within minutes with Gasping for one, be there in half an hour.
It's a relief really, to have Robert relaxed, calm, ready to leave the farm to its own devices for longer than 2 minutes. The fires have stopped now, although Aaron still finds himself looking sideways at Kyle, even as Robert tells him to leave it. Kyle's helping out on the farm now actually, him and Robert forming some kind of "Dead Mums Club" that Aaron, thankfully, doesn't understand.
stealing wren's tags so if anyone's missing it's not my fault lol @jackiemerrick @sugdendeeznuts @livflahertydingle @mellaithwen @bartonmatty @capseycartwright @illbeyourreasonwhy @maybemystcha @stuckinanothertimezone @kellykadesperate @jcforsapphics @jonathan-harks @robertaaron @grassygreenferns @madroxed @aelric with zero pressure and much excitement š„°
WIP Wednesday
Thank you @robrondale @barnbert and @dreamer-of-ships for the tag š
A snippet from one of my FMI fics.
Behind the decorative plant, Leylaās calf suddenly cramped from crouching awkwardly in heels for this long. She winced silently, shifting her weight and immediately regretting every life choice that had somehow led her to hiding behind a fake topiary spying on her client making out with his ex-husband at his own wedding.
Technically, she should have gone back to the village hall ages ago. There was a room full of guests getting drunker by the minute and approximately twelve trays of vol-au-vents that probably needed attention.
But there was absolutely no chance she was leaving now. Not when Aaron and Robert were staring at each other like the entire rest of the world had ceased to exist.
Aaron looked exhausted suddenly. āYou canāt just turn up here and expect everything to go back to how it was.ā
Robert held his gaze steadily. āI know.ā
āNo, I donāt think you do.ā
Robert hesitated for a second, then said, with the sort of confidence only Robert Sugden could manage while bleeding slightly at someone elseās wedding, āLook, I get it. You couldnāt have me, so you settled for the next best thing.ā He glanced vaguely towards the village hall. āBut Iām back now. You can have me again.ā
Tagging @sugdendeeznuts @livflahertydingle @jackiemerrick @bartonmatty @aaronsugdens @mellaithwen @maybemystcha @stuckinanothertimezone @capseycartwright @illbeyourreasonwhy @maybemystcha @jcforsapphics @madroxed @robertfagden @cylonbarnes
Wip Wednesday!!
Thanks @robrondale and @barnbert for the tags!
More mechanic/bartender AU because of course haha. Long weekend this weekend so i'll be able to sit down and write write write to my hearts content yay!!
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The silence that follows is charged, heavy with the lingering scent of their sex. Aaron pulls back just enough to meet Robertās gaze, seeing a soft, unguarded tenderness that melts him from the inside out. He traces the line of Robertās jaw with a trembling finger, the blonde stubble a familiar texture against his skin. Robert leans into the touch, his eyes never leaving Aaronās.
"We should..." Aaron says, his breathing heavy as he comes down from the high. The rest of his words catch in his throat as he thinks of getting out of bed, and leaving this man's side, and finds he can't go just yet.
"Later," Robert murmurs, his eyes still dark and dilated as he holds his hips tight. It's a promise that he's not going anywhere. Aaron leans in, his forehead resting against Robertās, breathing him in, trying to memorise the feeling of being utterly, completely consumed. And he tells himself he can hold on until morning
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Will tag @aaronsugdens @illbeyourreasonwhy @livflahertydingle @sugdendeeznuts @jackiemerrick @jcforsapphics @capseycartwright @mellaithwen @robertandaaronsugden @robertfagden @stuckinanothertimezone @maybemystcha @nerdyfangirl76 @cylonbarnes @thatnervouswreck @genuinewarmdecentfeeling and anybody else who feels like sharing!!