aaron merrick

for @capseycartwright because she did her revision and i promised her tommy and robert interactions :)


Aaron’s waiting for Robert in the pub, nursing a beer as his mum serves a party of four giggling women. There’s a headache blossoming in the back of Aaron’s head, but he’s able to ignore it, confident that Robert will arrive soon. He’ll have a smug smile from a deal well done, no doubt, but more importantly, he’ll have a key to their house. Aaron’s sure he picked his up that morning, but apparently not. 

Scowling into his beer, Aaron huffs out a sigh. 

“Alright love?” Aaron’s mum asks, raising her eyebrow. 

“Fine,” Aaron mutters. 

His mum snorts, pats his hand, but is distracted by the sound of the door opening. Aaron looks back over his shoulder, sees a guy in his late forties at least, standing awkwardly in the doorway. He’s wearing a simple sweater and jeans, light, like he wasn’t expecting the wind. Weird, considering this is Yorkshire. 

“What can I do you for, love?” Aaron’s mum asks, leaning against the bar. 

The guy approaches the bar, stands next to Aaron. “I’m looking for someone.”

The guy’s accent is more Scottish than Yorkshire, and there’s a hint of something else in there that Aaron can’t place.

“Lot of people in ‘ere,” Chas says, gesturing at the punters. 

The guy makes a face, and Aaron’s hackles rise. He keeps his mouth shut; he’s getting better at not letting his anger run wild. “I don’t even know if he lives here anymore, but I thought it was worth a try. He’s a Sugden.”

Chas flicks her gaze to Aaron and Aaron’s grip tightens on his glass. “Andy? Jack?”

There’s a flicker of recognition on the guy’s face at Jack’s name, but he shakes his head. 

Aaron knows, even before the guy says, “Robert.”

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itwasjustmisplaced  asked:

I wish you would write a fic where Robert talks about losing Pat to Aaron...(idk if you are still doing these...)

“Who’s that then?” Aaron asked, squinting at the yellowing photograph in Robert’s hands. 

Robert looked up, in his own little world for a second before he replied, brushing a thumb over the kindly face in the photograph. “My mum,” he said, glancing at the photo again. He couldn’t be more than a few weeks old in the phone, a tiny baby with a shock of white blonde hair peeking out from underneath a tiny knitted hat. “My real mum, Pat.”

Pat Sugden, the mother he’d never known. He’d only been a few months old when she’d died, no where near old enough to even have a fuzzy memory of her, no one around to tell him about his mum. 

He knew next to nothing about the woman who’d brought him into the world, the woman he’d gotten half his genetics from. 

Robert looked up, his vision blurry with tears as he looked at his husband. “I didn’t know her,” he said quietly, hating the way his voice cracked as he spoke. How could he possibly feel grief for a woman he’d never known?

“How old were you when you died?” Aaron asked, sitting down next to Robert on the edge of their bed, a reassuring hand on Robert’s knee, his fingers digging into Robert’s leg, grounding him, keeping him in the room. 

It was hard, to talk about this sort of thing, but Aaron helped, Aaron always helped. 

“Five months old,” Robert replied quietly, looking at the photo again. He recognised it as Emmerdale Farm, the rolling green fields of his childhood home, his tiny baby self bundled up in Pat’s arms. “How can I feel sad about someone I never knew?”

“I guess maybe you mourn the mum you never had.” Aaron said, trying his best, just like he always did.

Robert nodded. “I just….. It wasn’t enough that I lost my real mum, you know? Pat died when I was a baby, and I was lucky enough to get another mum in Sarah, and then I lost her too. Hows that fair? Some people get a mum for their whole lives, and both of mine had died by time I was fifteen.”

Aaron’s arms were instantly around him, calloused palms rubbing gently up and down Robert’s arms as he started to cry, feeling jealous, and sad, and overwhelmed all at once. He saw it everyday, saw Bernice with Diane and was so jealous of the fact his step-sister still had a mum, still had a parent to love her. He saw it with Laurel, and Doug, and half the bloody village - parents still alive, still loving their kids, and here he was, his parents, all three of his parents dead, his brother on the run, a step-mother who never really knew him, not really.

Where was the fairness in all of that? 

“You can share my mum,” Aaron said, resting his chin on Robert’s shoulder, his gaze on the photo now too, the only photo Robert had left of Pat. “I know it’s not the same, but…”

Robert couldn’t help but smile through his tears. “Thank you,” he murmured, leaning his head against Aaron’s. “I’ve got a brother and a sister, my mum’s kids from her first marriage.”

“Really?” Aaron sounded surprised. 

Robert nodded, thinking of the brother and sister he barely knew, just knew by name. “Haven’t seen them since I was a kid, I wouldn’t even know where to find them now.” 

“Maybe you should try and find them,” Aaron suggested, holding him tighter. “Could be nice.”

Robert shrugged. “I’ve got my family here, haven’t I?”

Aaron pressed a kiss to the side of Robert’s head, smiling against Robert’s skin. “Yeah, you have.”

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Robert Sugden Appreciation Post

What really gets to me is people saying that if Robert treated the people in his life better, he would have more of a supportive system.

But do you lot remember what Aaron was like back in the day? If he hadn’t gotten unconditional love and support from Paddy, Adam and Chas, he wouldn’t be the same person that he is today.

Robert never had a strong support system whilst growing up. He never got to know Pat. Sarah was traumatically taken from him. Jack and Diane always took Andy’s side. Victoria is closer to Andy. Jackie is dead. He never got to know Tommy and Sandie. I desperately wish Annie was still around.

He’s never had people say that they will stand by him no matter what. He’s never had people like Adam or Paddy to tell him that what he’s doing is wrong, and that he needs to think before he acts. He’s only ever gotten reprimand and been written off for all of his mistakes.

He’s been on his since Sarah died. He faced rejection and abuse over his sexuality. He was forced to leave and had to struggle to survive on his own. He was his own moral compass. When you’re struggling to survive you don’t think about actions and consequences. Even more so if you’ve never had good enough role models whilst growing up. Robert had to protect himself to survive.

I don’t care if he’s the manipulative, self-serving villain. I don’t need him to be a pinnacle of morality. But he has so much depth, and Emmerdale not using his villainy to explain his actions, motivations, and thereby give him depth is just bad, shoddy writing.

Okay, this needs to be said. 
You don’t have to like a band member or celebrities girlfriend/boyfriend.
But Do Not send them hate. They don’t  deserve it whatsoever. Just because you don’t like them, isn’t an excuse to say shit to them. If the band member or celebrity is happy, you should be too.

Robert Sugden Meta

I’m wondering if some of what contributes to the hatred towards Robert Sugden within the fandom is his complete lack of support system.

Ross is similarly characterised as Robert, but his actions get justified, possibly because he has a strong support system in his brothers.

Then there’s Cain who’s done some truly horrible things, even worse than Robert, but he has the entire Dingle clan to fall back on for support.

Robert has only ever had Aaron, and sometimes Victoria as his voice of reason. You don’t see him interact with anyone else on a strong personal level, not even Diane.

The Dingles and The Bartons effectively become the voice of reason to those characters and simultaneously to the viewers.

Other examples include - Adam getting sympathy from his mother over losing Vic, despite him cheating on her. Pete laughing incredulously at Ross when he found out he had sex with a drunk (married) Kerry.

We see the reactions of the characters around these people. It’s framed in a way that is supposed to make us believe that’s it’s not a big deal.

Whereas Robert gets condemnation for his actions, even within his support system. E.g. Aaron holding a mistake against Robert. Victoria criticising Robert for his mistakes.

He really does look like the lone evil chap who is the only one that does unspeakable things, when in fact, he’s not!!!

I mean, I don’t blame him for going back to his scheming ways right now, he knows he’s alone, and has nothing left to lose.

I think what breaks my heart the most about all of it though, is that he really does love Aaron and Victoria, and would do anything to protect them, even at the cost of sacrificing himself.

He never wanted Aaron to feel obligated into staying with him, after he confided about the cheating.

As much as Robert can be self-serving and manipulative to other people (so are many other characters btw), on his own, he gives a lot of consideration to the feelings of both Vic and Aaron.

I think the reason why I’m so obsessed with bands like All Time Low and Bring Me The Horizon is because they showed me a complete different world than what I was used to. I grew up listening to a lot of bubblegum-pop things like Big Time Rush, One Direction, Bieber, which is great, don’t get me wrong. But the thing with the bubblegum-pop genre is that everything was and is exactly the same. You don’t know you’re beautiful, but you are, you are perfect just the way you are bla bla bla, you know? But as fast as you dressed in dark colours or whatever you were an outcast and misfit and all that. When I entered the pop-punk/post-hardcore genre I noticed that it was so different. In a good way. Like I could dress what people would call ‘super girly’ and I would still be accepted in the bandom. I could look like a slut, I could wear tons of make up or none at all, and nobody gave a shit. And I loved that. And the best part of it all was the band members. Sure, they did say and still do say that we’re beautiful and shit, but there was so much more to it. I read a wonderful quote the other day. “You are all hot as fucking hell, but that doesn’t fucking matter as long as you’re comfortable with being you. And if someone’s trying to make you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, raise your middle finger, because no one fucking cares what they think. I could stand here all day and explain how beautiful you are, but that won’t fucking matter, because all that matters is you, and how you see yourself.” And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the major reason why I finally settled down, and found a place where I finally felt like I belonged. And I couldn’t be any happier.

I asked for my 80 year old grandma's opinion on band members.

Alan: he needs a hair cut

Austin: how old is he?! he looks old. Wait,is he the one that died? No? I thought he was………..

Phil: he looks indian. aw.

Tino: needs a hair cut,nice smile.

Aaron: he reminds me of a chipmunk..adorable.

Jack: cute. you do your hair like his.

 Alex: oh…he has a big chin and eye brows..

Zack: clean cut,very nice looking. a big guy.

Rian: very handsome.