i wish we could stay like this forever.

So 2025 is almost done and honestly it's been a bit mad for me in terms of writing this year. Since June I've written and posted almost 200k words, which is almost half of my total word count on my AO3 account that I've had since 2016.

It blows my mind a bit really because I don't think I've ever been this productive whilst also being so busy in my personal life simultaneously, I've actually impressed myself I'm ngl, but I've also tried to make myself really disciplined in order to get the things I want done, done, which has meant that I've basically read nothing myself lmao, both in terms of books or fanfic. (I want to change that for next year, I miss reading things!)

I want to thank anyone who has read or commented or left kudos or rec'd anything I've written this year (or in years gone by), I honestly appreciate it so much. ❤️ I write basically for myself really and I always have done, but hearing like 1 person liking something I've written always is incredible to me, so thank you so, so much. You're all incredible. ❤️

But anyway, onto the fic:

The baby coos from her place in front of him on the bed, her legs scrunching up towards her tummy as she blinks her half lidded eyes up at him, and he smiles down at her reflexively, mug of warm tea held halfway to his mouth. He could put her in the plastic cot to his left, but he can’t bring himself to, still can’t quite believe that she is real and she exists, can’t get enough of looking at her tiny fingers and wispy waves of blonde hair. She looks a bit like him he thinks, her nose and the shape of her mouth and face, but her eyes and the slight curl that has begun to form in her thin hair is all Aaron, recognises those features from watching her brother grow. Her brother – Jacob – his little boy is now a big brother.

I don't think there's any doubts about that

I still haven’t found the duck 😭

StopPPPPP Amy you're gonna make me cry. 😭😭😭😭 This coming from you tooooo!

No not a weird question anon. To tell the truth it's actually pretty simple - Robert wants to get pregnant and he can't do that if he's topping Aaron. 😂

Bless you anon 💖 I always find it wild when people tell me they reread anything I've written. It's a bit crazy to me.

And the sad part is I still ain’t completed the dex cause I can’t find a stupid farfetch. I found a bunch of shinys but a can’t find a stupid duck in the hyperspace zones.

(I can only apologise anon for how long it has taken me to answer this ask.)

Current update, I still haven't finished the mission yet lmao. 😂 I got really fed up of doing it and then life happened and I've been kinda doing other things and so it's been abandoned for some time now. I'm not actually that far off completing it but I just don't have the patience to play it rn lol.

Thank you so much anon you are far too kind! 💖💖

I am really, really struggling to watch the show or have any investment in it right now I'm ngl, and this 'twist' with the Charity storyline I just think is fucking awful and unnecessary and makes absolutely no sense in the context of the story, except as a plot twist to create shock and some weird gross way of trying to absolve Charity of any of her behaviour from the last 10 or so months.

The human trafficking storyline I lost any interest in a lot earlier than I think most people did because I personally found it was so over egging the pudding, and combined with the storyline that April had just gone through at the start of 2025, I thought it was torture porn for her character and it really left a sour taste in my mouth. The fact that it went on for so long and then also didn't address ANY of the issues with Bear that initially triggered him going missing in the first place also was just ridiculous.

emmerdale. aaron dingle/robert sugden. aaron dingle/john sugden. 6.7k.

rating: teen. cw: homophobia, biphobia, internalised homophobia.

my very late submission for the 'forgot my invitation event'. 🫣 my prompts were - andy sugden, jealousy, and 'what were you thinking?'

“John?” Andy asks and he sounds confused now. A small voice in the back of Robert’s head tells him that he’s said too much, that he should stop, but the anger and alcohol in his blood drowns the sound out in his ears and he flexes his fists against at his side. “Robert I know John’s a prick, but tryin’ to mess with his relationship the day before his weddin’ is low even for you.” “He thinks he’s the golden boy don’t he?” He snaps back rhetorically, doesn’t expect or want an answer to that question. “And them all in there keep on tellin’ him that. How Dad’d’ve been proud of him. But the truth is he’d’ve just been another disappointment too.” And it’s spilling out of him now, like vomit and bile, sloshing in his stomach and threatening to splatter across the pavement and both his and Andy’s shoes. “Dad’ll be turnin’ in his grave tomorrow, a son of his marryin’ another bloke. He’d be ashamed.”