rein your cheating husband in

truth or dare by @robrondale

Aaron/Robert (2025, Mature, 2.4k) - Affair era, Jealous Robert Sugden, Drinking Games, Voyeurism, Grinding, Mild Sexual Content

Aaron rolls his eyes. “Dare. Go on, get it over with.” He hasn’t once chosen truth, though what he’s so insistent on hiding is anyone’s guess — Robert doesn’t think anyone around this table has enough combined brain power to work out what’s going on between the two of them. Take Victoria out of the equation and he’s not entirely sure the rest of them could figure out how to make fire in a room filled with matches. It’s dark in the bar, the only source of light being a series of rotating strobes that would send an epileptic into an early grave, but Robert sees the way that Ross’ eyes light up and knows instinctively that this isn’t going to end well. Ross leaps out of his seat. “I dare you,” he begins, draws out the words like he’s taking great pleasure in his own genius, “to sit on our Finn’s lap.”

What a perfect way to begin Short Fic Sundays!

This fic is like a macaron: a yummy, sexy, little treat. Such a simple, great affair era premise that is written perfectly in Robert's voice, all bitchy and judgemental and obsessed with Aaron. It made me feel the way I'm sure Robert felt at the end, a bit in love and a lot turned on. Do yourself a favour and read it.

Chapter 1/?

Vic could have gone out and found a way worse guy to bring home. Robert could bring home a worse guy if he wanted to. In fact he will, he’ll find someone who’ll make Aaron look like a boy scout and bring them home to meet his family. For the Forgot My Invitation fic events, using the prompts: teen/high school/university | 'penny for your thoughts?'| kev townsend

Title: In My Heart, In My Tears (You’ve Left Your Mark)

Word Count: 2,967 words

Pairing: Robert Sugden & Liv Flaherty / Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden

Summary: Robert Sugden hasn't asked for this harrowing event but unfortunately, he's forced to face his grief for Liv -with the help of someone from Robert's past.

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prompts were: Liv Flaherty / Get Rid of Them / Handcuffed Together (tried to make the sentence a lil different!)

I managed to write a second fic for the Forgot My Invitation event hosted by @robrondale and @jackiemerrick

My prompts were: star crossed lovers, "kiss me again", Leyla Harding.

Leyla just stood, feet rooted to the ground, waiting to see what Robert would do next to disrupt the wedding.

Instead, Robert reached blindly for the nearest bottle of champagne from an ice filled bucket, muttered a quiet, “Sorry,” and walked straight back out of the marquee carrying the bottle by the neck.

Leyla let out a slow breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

Okay. Fine. Crisis manageable. Somehow.

Aaron took his place opposite John again, jaw tight, eyes fixed determinedly ahead. The celebrant cleared her throat awkwardly before attempting to resume the ceremony, her voice noticeably shakier than before.

Aaron started his vows.

And for half a second, Leyla genuinely thought they might somehow salvage this disaster.

Then Aaron stopped speaking.

His expression changed completely, like something inside him had suddenly cracked open. Before anyone could react, he turned away from John and walked straight towards the exit.

“Aaron—” John called after him, stunned.

But Aaron didn’t stop.

People started talking over one another all at once, confused murmurs swelling into outright chaos as Aaron disappeared outside after Robert. John remained standing at the front looking shell shocked.

Leyla closed her eyes briefly.

Right. Damage control.

Clapping her hands sharply to regain some attention, she slipped into full organiser mode before the panic could properly set in.

“Okay! Everyone let’s head over to the village hall,” she announced brightly, like this sort of thing happened at weddings every day. “Food’s ready, bar’s open, no point letting the sausage rolls go to waste!”

Summary: Shortly after the baby reveal bombshell has dropped, Sarah heads to the farm to seek out Robert - just in time to witness him have a seizure.

Prompts: sick!fic (which I took and ran and accidentally stretched to medical emergency instead. oops) | “just keep your eyes on me” | Sarah Sugden Jr.

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"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?"

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Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden, Robert Sugden & Eve Dingle, Aaron Dingle & Eve Dingle

Flipping through the pages, she falls on her other favourite one. Snow White. The illustration shows the prince giving Snow White a true love’s kiss, which wakes her from her slumber. Eve gets an idea.

Aaron is sick, but Eve figures out how to cure him.

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Written for the Forgot My Invitation event run by @robrondale and @jackiemerrick

My prompts were: big night out, "you can't carry on like this", Mandy Dingle.

“Robert?”

He blinked as he was pulled from his thoughts. Mandy was looking at him through the mirror, one eyebrow raised as she held the scissors in mid-air. It took him a second to realise that she had been talking to him.

“You’re quiet today.” Mandy said, her voice soft with concern. “Are you okay, love?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine,” Robert replied, the words flat and unconvincing.

“Are you depressed because our Aaron is leaving?” Mandy was never known for her subtlety.

“I’m not depressed,” Robert insisted, dragging a hand over his face. “I mean… I’m not happy about it, but I’m not going to jump off a bridge or anything.”

“Why don’t we have a night out?” Victoria suggested brightly. “You haven’t left the village since you got out of prison. Having a few drinks and a boogie will do you good.”

Kerry turned in her chair, seizing on the idea. “I’m up for a night out,” she said, lifting her hands and admiring her freshly painted nails. “Show these bad boys off.”

“Do you remember how much fun it was the last time we all went out?” Victoria added.

“Yeah, it was great—until Kerry and Priya got us barred,” Vanessa said dryly.

“Oi, worth it,” Kerry shot back, before turning to Robert. “Remember you pulled that fit Irish bloke? The chef?” she grinned.

Robert’s expression flickered. He remembered how the night had ended. With Aaron’s voice thick with emotion, pleading, please Robert, will you come home with me? How he had fallen asleep in Aaron’s arms. Where he belonged.

“Yeah… why not,” Robert said at last, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Anything to help him stop thinking about Aaron and his new life with John.

Of her stepchildren, Robert is the one Diane knows the least. She loves him, truly, likes him a lot (when he's behaving himself), and her heart really does ache for him when things go wrong. And somehow, for Robert, things often go wrong. Aaron is good for Robert. It seems odd to say, because her first impression of Aaron Dingle (Livesy, at the time) was that he was a no good thug, and that he was going to corrupt young Victoria. He's grown into a fine young man now, still a bit hot-tempered, but he's steadfast and more levelheaded than she'd originally given him credit for, that's for sure. He and Robert seem to mellow each other, soften their sharp edges when they're together, let a little light through the dark clouds that hover endlessly over them both. Which is why she's doing what she's doing.

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Mack lets out an incredulous, humourless laugh. "Ha! And? Are you going to?" "Not likely," is the reply, Aaron's expression still careful, but it's enough for Mack to let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in, and he looks down at the can in his hands, relieved. Still though, "Suppose you'll have to stick by the family now? Thanks for stooping to one last drink with me." "You know how it is," Aaron bites his lip as he shrugs, "Dingle Family Law… I'm kind of bloody sick of it, to be honest."

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