#write here write now

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once again I've written almost nothing this week bc work is trying to kill me but everyone has been sharing such wonderful stuff so here's seven sentences from a Robert PTSD fic

But when he dreams about him, Seb never looks like the kid in the pictures. Sometimes he looks like the baby that Robert remembers. He dreams of watching Aaron rock him to sleep, the way he used those strong hands, calloused from violence and manual labour to gently cradle Seb, smooth his eyebrows with his thumbs and keep him safe. Other times he looks like Vic, how she was when he left her the first time. The little girl with their mum’s smile who used to look at him like he hung the moon.  Once he dreamt that Seb looked like Aaron. Not his Aaron, all surly and going grey, but the little boy in the photo which sits on the mantle in the Woolpack. Gap teeth and spiky hair and big sad eyes that had already seen more pain and darkness than most people do in their whole lives.

Write Here Write Now

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here is a little baby snippet from chapter 2 of triple dog dare:

"What? You want me to…" He trails off, face burning. "It's alright." Robert shuffles down, gets under the blanket. "Lads used to do it all the time at sleepovers when we were at school." "Is that what this is then, a sleepover?" Aaron hopes his voice sounds normal. "We going to start braiding each others hair n'all?" Robert turns to look at him, brings a hand up to brush his calloused fingertips over the cropped hair on the side of Aaron's head, against the grain. "If you fancy."

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He comes up behind Aaron. For a moment he thinks about grabbing his hip, but loses his nerve and goes for the shoulder instead, leans in close. “There you are,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of Aaron’s ear. He smells like the cheap cologne Chas got him for Christmas, the one in the grey bottle that he keeps in his top drawer and only uses on special occasions. The tacky, noxious, high street scent becomes something else on Aaron's skin. Something richer, almost luxurious. Robert is struck by an image of him, fresh out of the shower, spraying it onto his warm, still damp skin, making an effort. Aaron jumps about a mile. “Fuck,” he says, cringing away and shooting Robert a dark look. "Don't sneak up us."

aaron dingle/robert sugden (2.7k)

There had been countless sleepless nights over those six years where he’d imagined what it would be like to share a bed with Robert again. To feel Robert’s cold feet against his leg, to smell the warm skin on the back of his neck, to drift off to sleep to the sound of him snoring. On their first night at the farm Aaron reflects on sleeping with Robert.

a/n: a little fluffy-ish canon-compliant reaction to march 2026

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the first one in a while, I've been trying to get my fmi fic finished (god help me), this is not from that but it might be related....

Hospitals are designed to make you want to leave, he decides. The seats in the waiting room are hard and uncomfortable, and the snack selection in the vending machine is so dire that it must be part of some kind of new NHS initiative to incentivise people to heal and bugger off as quickly as possible. Robert isn't going to leave, he can't leave. Not until he knows that Aaron is okay. He's made a deal with himself or the universe or something, that if he stays awake and if he doesn't leave, Aaron will be fine. He can't quite believe he's in this situation for the second time in a year, pacing the halls of Hotten General, waiting for someone to wake up from a coma. Although, this feels wildly different than it did with Elaine. If he's being totally honest, when he'd been waiting for her he'd actually been more nervous that she would wake up than anything else. The image of Aaron lying on the gravel in front of the garage, floppy and lifeless, swims into his mind unbidden. Robert clenches his jaw so hard that his teeth ache.

aaron dingle/robert sugden (8.5k words, chapter 1/2)

Working at the garage is both worse and better than Aaron had expected. He likes working on cars, and starts to get the hang of it pretty quickly. Ryan's alright too, he’s a laugh and doesn't make fun of Aaron when he doesn't know something. Robert, on the other hand, is a bastard.

a/n: chapter 1 of my very late entry for Emmerdale Forgot My Invitation 2026 AKA cuck fest.

Prompts for chapter 1 were: Teen au / Ryan Lamb / "say that again"

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another snippet from my fic for forgot my invitation!

“Slide over would you?” Robert elbows Donna gently. It’s amazing what he gets away with, Aaron thinks most of the guys in here would get a smack if they tried something like that with her but she just rolls her eyes and scoots down to make room for Aaron.

“Cheers,” he mumbles, feeling a little awkward.

There's not a lot of room with three of them on the one side of the booth, so Aaron finds himself pressed to Robert’s side.

The worst part is Robert keeps turning his head to talk to Aaron, which puts his face right next to Aaron’s face. Aaron can feel his breath on his cheek, the vibration of his voice in his ear. It makes it really hard to concentrate on what Robert’s actually saying.

“Don’t you think?” Aaron tunes back in just in time to realise he’s been asked a question, but not soon enough to hear what he’s supposed to be agreeing to.

“Uh yeah?”

Now that he's not wearing his overalls anymore it's impossible to ignore the fact that Robert is still wearing Aaron's shirt. It's slightly small on him so it stretches across his shoulders, tucks tightly into his armpits, hugs the outline of his chest.

When he reaches over to steal a crisp from Ryan, Aaron catches sight of a little dark patch of sweat in the seam under the arm. It should gross him out, it should piss him off that Robert is sweating through his second best t-shirt. It shouldn't make him want to bury his face in the fabric.