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wip wednesday

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this wip keeps getting bumped down my to do list but I've got a fair chunk written

“I haven’t topped in six years.” “Kev’s not keen on it, then?” Robert snorted. “C’mon, you know everything’s hierarchical in prison. I was the prison wife.” … Wow, Aaron hated the sound of that. Which must’ve shown on his face because Robert jumped to add, “It wasn’t like…”—Robert made a sweeping gesture as though to dismiss all the unsavory implications of prison wife—“I do like taking it. You know.” “Like” was seriously underselling it, but Aaron knew. “You like both.” Robert’s mouth quirked up. “True. But I don’t need both, do I?” “Maybe I do,” Aaron said, and needed to lean in for a kiss at that point, because it wasn’t “both” so much as it was “everything.” He needed everything from Robert. And Robert kissed him back, of course. Dove straight into it with a hunger. His hands went to Aaron’s waist—one of his favorite places to grab—and Aaron clasped him by the elbows, pulled and directed them downwards, and that was all the encouragement Robert needed to grab his arse. Robert broke the kiss with a wet gasp and rested his forehead against Aaron’s. “It’s been six years,” Robert muttered, “and you got sexier while I was in prison. All barrel-chested and—it’ll be over as soon as it begins, Aaron.”

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several sentence sunday

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this'll maaybe be done today? we'll see. examination/fallout of robert's dubcon sex-for-protection prison situationship

“It would’ve been worse,” Robert insisted. “If he hadn’t liked me. If he hadn’t wanted me. It all would’ve been worse. So don’t look at me like—don’t treat me like—I started it. I encouraged it. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I liked it.” It would’ve been worse because Kev wouldn’t’ve done shit for Robert if Robert hadn’t been paying that debt back with the currency of Kev’s choice. On some level Robert knew that was how it was; that was why he’d encouraged it. His only option had been to like it. Aaron wanted to kill the man.

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several sentences sunday

this is a bit from the next chapter of the aaronvic fake dating/robron fake cheating fic. If I don't get it posted this weekend I'm aiming for friday

Village, he suddenly recalled. Vic had said that Robert had come back to the village, not to town. “You’re from Emmerdale.” “We’re Sugdens,” Robert said. “We were from Emmerdale when everyone else was from Beckindale.” “That so. I didn’t realize I was in the presence of yokel royalty,” Aaron said. Robert was weirdly prideful about it, considering he’d gotten out of there as soon as he could and was trying to get his sister out as well. “‘Yokel’ is rich coming from a Dingle,” Robert said with disdain. “I ain’t a Dingle.” He hadn’t seen any of those people since he was a kid, and it was going to stay that way.

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seven sentence sunday

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fake cheating au ch 3

“Robert left seven years ago—the first chance he got to be rid of us,” Vic said bitterly. “Y’know, for weeks I was convinced that he had died, too. I thought everyone was just treating me like an idiot kid telling me he’d had to go away and that I’d see him again someday… I couldn’t believe that someone who loved me could leave me without even saying goodbye.” Vic’s shoulders lightly trembled as she gazed down at a photo of a family piled into a hay wagon. Every face smiling up at her was dead, most before she had ever known them. “But Robert could.”

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wip wednesday

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fake cheating au ch 2 is finally getting somewhere

Aaron knocked him flat again so that he could get at his belt. Robert’s legs seemed to grow twice in size as Aaron peeled his jeans from them, the denim clinging so hard to his thighs that it pulled inside-out. “Fuck’ve you got long fuckin’ legs,” Aaron muttered, barely hearing what he was saying. He couldn’t get any fancier than that about it, the sight of so much skin having struck him dumb. Robert was sprinkled with moles and Aaron felt a strong, strange compulsion to draw meaning from their number and location, like he was some mental mystic trying to divine with the gunk at the bottom of a cuppa. Robert began to unbutton his shirt, every iridescent disc slipping free with effortless speed. Robert’s eyes bounced up and down Aaron’s front as he pulled his shirt from his shoulders. “Are you gonna undress?” “No,” Aaron said. He hooked a thumb in his waistband and pushed it down just far enough.

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wip wednesday

A girl stepped away from the bulletin board just as Aaron came up to it. He glanced at the flyer she'd tacked to it—Wanted: fake boyfriend to make family tea uncomfortable. Ideally someone who can pass as an ex-offender. Call— "Oi!" Aaron barked at her. She turned back around and scowled when she saw him yank the flyer from the board. Her anger was not intimidating. Her eyes were as big as a baby deer's, and she stood about as tall. "Are you stupid or something?" Aaron demanded. "Don't you know how many creeps you're gonna get calling ya?"

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seven run-on-sentences sunday

thanks @sebdingle for tagging me. this is from the ever-expanding final chapter of What's Good for the Goose which I'm determined to finish by april 9th.

Robert agreed to another Sugden family tea. By which he meant that Diane told him they were going to do it and he vehemently opposed the idea but they all showed up anyway and he couldn’t leave the house to get away from them. Robert sulked in his chair and picked at his full plate. He wasn’t hungry. He wanted to go to bed and start drinking again, but his bed was the couch, which was about a meter away from the table, so leaving the table and getting into it wouldn’t be very satisfying. And Diane had yelled at him about all the beer he’d stolen from the pub. He’d told her to put it on Aaron’s tab, so Aaron would probably yell at him about that at some point, too.

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thanks @sebdingle for the wip wednesday tag. this is almost certainly going to be finished tomorrow

“So you’re bi or something?” Robert asked Mack when they were out in the fields trying to work out what’d gone wrong with the tractor and Aaron was a mile away. “Are you trying to claim me for the community?” Mack asked with a bulletproof grin. “I don’t blame ya, I’m quite the catch.” “Never even had a wank with a mate?” Robert pressed. If Mack weren’t out, Aaron would probably keep schtum about whatever transpired. “Straight guys do that.” “Is that what you used to tell yourself?” “Maybe,” Robert said. But his sexual history wasn’t pertinent here.