don't freak out

title: in spite of all that may be

word count: 12.8k (chapter 3 of ?)

rating: explicit

pairing: aaron dingle / robert sugden endgame, others included

warnings: strong language, period-typical homophobia, eventual smut, other canon typical warnings

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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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thanks for tagging @sugdendeeznuts :) this came to me in a vision last night, idk if it's going anywhere but the premise delights me

“Relax,” Katie said. “I can’t,” Chas complained. This pub was a great deal fancier than she’d expected. She tugged on her top again, trying to find the appropriate neckline for the occasion. “He goes to Scotland and finds a bloke he actually wants to introduce me to—he’s never wanted to introduce any…” She trailed off as she caught sight of Aaron, leaned against the bar, a big smile on his face all for the fella he was with: tall, with great hair, matching Aaron’s smile and toying with Aaron’s hoodie string. Robert Sugden was pawing at her baby boy. “Robert?!” Katie beat her to it. Robert’s head whipped around. His expression turned from surprise to contempt in a second. Definitely Robert, then. He pulled his hand away from Aaron (good) and said, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Aaron’s smiled dropped. He looked from Robert’s withdrawn hand, to Robert’s turned-away face, to her and Katie, and back to Robert. “How do you know my mum?” “It’s Robert Sugden!” Chas spat. “Katie's Robert!” "Definitely not," Katie and Robert said at the same time, and then scowled at each other. Aaron crossed his arms tight; the movement attracted Robert's attention, and he stared at him. “Chas is your mum. Chas? You didn’t say you were a Dingle!” “Funny that, you didn’t say you were a Sugden.” “I’m not,” Robert said, throwing a caustic look Chas and Katie’s way. “It’s Merrick.”

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.”

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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?

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.

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.

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.”