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SAS: shitposts 204/∞

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Sooooo. Remember this paddy x eoin F1 AU series I wrote?

I did more fanart.

@carriganrose + @hisbelfastboy, I hope you like it?

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We could carry on driving, but I’d say this place is as good as any other part of nowhere we might find.

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Let’s create a “SAS Rogue Heroes” playlist together. 

🎶 🪂 When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen that remind you of SAS Rogue Heroes and publish them. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) (don't forget to tag @onyxsboxes so i can add your replies to the playlist) 🪂 🎶

You can include more or fewer songs (as you prefer), @onyxsboxes will collect all the replies and put them together in a playlist that they'll share in a week or so (I'll update it as I receive replies, so no rush and no pressure).

ohhhhhh this is so !! exciting!! i haven't been keeping track with all the songs that have been mentioned so far, so i do apologise if im repeating any!

Free bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd. This is entirely César Domboy's fault due to that bts video he posted, so now it reminds me of the desert boys whenever I hear it

Work Song - Hozier. Peak paddy/eoin if you ask me, lads. no grave can hold my body down, i'd crawl home to her him ?????????? thats literally eoin's ghost/spirit following paddy back to ireland idc

I, Carrion (Icarian) - Hozier. to be completely fair, i could just shove pretty much hozier's entire discography to illustrate paddy and eoin's relationship BUT COME ON. A SONG ABOUT FALLING, ABOUT HITTING A SQUALL ?? if we fall i only pray don't fall away from me. I rest my case.

It Will Come Back - Hozier. SORRY LAST HOZIER SONG IN THIS ASK I SWEAR but like i literally made a lame edit to this ?? the dog symbolism ?? i know who i am when im alone, im something else when i see you / you don't understand you should never know how easy you are to need ??? again, paddy/eoin to a t i love them sm

Ballroom Blitz - Sweet. I like this song so much and tbh i could easily see it playing in the background with the lads getting on (yet another) brawl or in a mix of training montage/attack ?? i feel like it could be so fun!

Thank you so much for sending the ask, and thank you @onyxsboxes for coming up with the idea!!

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Look at his faaaaaace

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You don't know who might be listening to you.

SAS: Rogue Heroes | 1.06

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my dearest and most talented @achinghcarts asked me to write a companion piece to this stunning writing of hers, from eoin's perspective. and because i'm weak and i have no chill and i'm always inspired by her, i did it.

i ended up rambling a lot, which is why it goes under a read more - but if you wanna read it i hope you enjoy! and thank you @achinghcarts for letting me play in your sandbox

he never planned for this to happen, but now that it had, he couldn't stop thinking about it. in fact, it's everything he seems to be able to think about - augustin's breath against his mouth, the grounding pressure of their lips on each other's, the peace he felt, like they had just done the most natural, right thing in the world. 

and yet that peace is the complete opposite of what he's feeling now that he can't stop thinking about it - everywhere under his skin there's an anxious buzzing, and he keeps worrying his lips, wetting them like he could extract the french's essence from them and just relieve that moment over and over. he wants to tell everyone - tell paddy every detail of what it was like, but also keep it all to himself, guard it close like a favourite poem or song. he wants to go and look for augustin and do it again, but also not see him ever again, scared about how their next meeting could unfold.

he'd never planned for that to happen, but now that it had, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

even when they go to the pub his mind keeps going back to that, and his heart quickens its pace the second augustin steps inside. he wants to hide, and he wants to kiss him, and he can't stop thinking about that - about augustin walking to him and grabbing his face and pressing their lips together like it's the most natural, right thing in the world.

but of course augustin doesn't. in fact, augustin does the opposite of that - he barely glances in his direction, and sits as far from him and paddy as he possibly can, all his attention immediately zeroing on whatever david has decided he needs to ramble about tonight. it makes eoin bite the inside of his lip, this time for entirely different reasons. he looks down into his pint, almost immediately gulping half of it down in hopes of not letting his expression show how much the french's attitude feels like a slap. however, his face must betray him in some way, because even admist his discussion with stirling, paddy glances back at him, the small frown in his brow shifting from annoyance to concern when their eyes meet. it's as heartwarming as it's awful.

but of course, eoin just smiles at him - just because he stumbled doesn't mean he'll willingly throw himself into his grave. and, just to drive the point home, he lets his hand set on paddy's leg, his thumb brushing just above the knee after a quick, light but affectionate squeeze. paddy doesn't even lose his train of thought as he drags david's arguments through the mud, but eoin sees the minute shift on his face, in his eyes; sees the frown turn back into annoyance and knows all is forgotten. all is well.

but of course, the feeling is short-lived - not only augustin all but ignores him completely, but is also quick to take his leave practically the moment eoin starts moving to get closer to him and maybe strike a little conversation. he mentions something about his thesis, which eoin doesn't doubt he has to take care of, but since when does augustin just leave his friends for it? when just the previous night he'd even stayed the longest, until it had been just the two of them and then--

eoin had not planned for it to happen, but it had, and maybe now augustin fled the moment eoin tried to get close because he regretted it having happened at all. 

it's hard to pretend the next sip of his beer doesn't taste like lead, that it doesn't burn like acid on his stomach. it's even harder to pretend he's still in any way engaged with the nonsense david tries pushing on everyone, when all he can think about is augustin. when he can't stop thinking about him.

eoin had not planned for it to happen, but it had, and now he couldn't stop thinking about it - about him- no matter how much he wanted to.

and, in truth, he really didn't want to.

and that's the reason why he ends up coming with some half-arsed excuse to leave the pub not too long afterwards. which, of course, gets him an inquisitive look from paddy that he tries his best to dismiss with a smile, head shaking halfway through him sort of offering to come with.

"maybe the walk will help me clear my head for that paper," he lies, and he doesn't think paddy fully believes him even four pints down, and so he gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze as he stands. he feels some of the tension drain from him. "see ya at the dorm, yeah? don't get into a brawl without me." and with that, (as well as a few howls of protest and mockery) he's off.

no one follows him, thankfully, and he's able to drop the easy smile from his face as soon as he's out the door. instead, his teeth start nibbling anxiously at the inside of his lips as his slightly trembling fingers type into his phone, searching for the closest coffee house that could be open so close to nighttime. it's a weak (pathetic, even!) excuse, he knows as much, but for all that he's always been quite open, direct and unafraid with paddy, he doesn't think he can have the same approach with augustin (not yet) - he can't just show up at his door demanding--...

he needs a trojan horse. which is exactly why he shoves the costa cup of espresso first thing the moment augustin opens the door.

"... figure you could use some coffee if you want to pull an all nighter," he lies, trying to hide his hesitation behind a small smile, too scared to grin any wider. his heart beats loud and hard against his ribcage and, briefly, he wonders if the greeks had felt this way too on the entrance of troy - eager yet afraid. he wonders if they, too, had also had to focus all their willpower on keeping their hands from shaking. if they had held their breath while the trojans inspected their bait the same way he is doing while augustin just stares at him, silent, unreadable.

he doubts the greeks had wanted to kiss the trojans really bad, though. 

eoin had not planned for this to happen - after the first time he had wanted more because he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, he could confess that much to his own mind. but he hadn't planned for it, not back then and certainly not now, as much as he yearned, almost. but something must've shown in his face because next thing he knows, they're kissing. 

and jesus, mary and joseph, he might not have planned it, but it's happening and christ how he wants it. 

he stumbles into the room, into augustin's arms, into a hurricane that could rival that of paolo and francesca. he holds onto fabric, onto strands of hair, onto soft lips that don't let him care what way is up so long as they keep kissing him. 

augustin pulls him closer and eoin's whole body shivers, as if every atom of his wanted to rearrange itself to fit perfectly against the french, because he can't have any distance between them, or he might just get whisked out of here, of this warmth, of his mind. 

and so he moans against augustin's mouth, a sound so foreign to him yet so melodic, so right there between their lips, saying all the things his brain is too scrambled (too scared) to say, all the things his gripping and his nibbling cannot fully express - maybe because he doesn't really fully get them himself. 

but that's okay, because augustin gets them. as he kisses him deeper, as he grips him tighter, as he lies him down on the mattress; every action a reassurance, an understanding.

and eoin had not planned for this to happen, no. but christ, he might just have to start doing so.

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i wrote some fic where eoin is a ghost and haunts augustin and everyone is very sad! check it out if you want to 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46522822 

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iii

accidents happen. especially when it's late at night and there's alcohol involved. this isn't an excuse or a stretch of any kind, really - it's quite logical if you think about it. so, following that train of thought, what happened between him and eoin was an accident. a one time thing. until it wasn't. it was a little awkward at first. meeting the irish the next day, facing him after what they'd done. paddy's there with him, too, and the guilt the french feels is overwhelming. augustin barely acknowledges them, sticking to greeting them with a curt nod, choosing instead to focus on the maniac rambles of one david stirling. the guilt, which doesn't leave, turns into something else when he notices eoin's hand on paddy's leg. an attempt at calming him down, surely, as the words he exchanged with stirling grew more vapid. a simple, slow brush of the thumb and augustin is all but whining, suddenly faced with a hunger, a fire he has never felt before. this irrational reaction embarrasses him greatly and he downs the pint in front of him, excusing himself from the group gathering to go work on his thesis. later, when he's in his room, a bunch of nonsensical scribbling now adorning his newest draft, he hears a knock on the door. it's eoin mcgonigal himself, greeting him with a costa cup and a gentle smile. '--figured you could use some coffee if you want to pull an all nighter.' they stare at each other for a moment, idiotically so, in silence. then, somehow, a compromise is reached, and they stumble together into the room, lips locked together in a passionate fashion. augustin doesn't even know where the cup of coffee is dropped, for all he can focus on now is how incredible it all feels: the brushing of their lips, the pressing of their bodies; eoin shivering under his touch.

it doesn't make sense. they're not drunk, it's not the end of a long, tiring night. yet here they are, fervently kissing and seemingly unable to stop. he wraps his arm around the irishman's waist and tugs him closer, basking in his warmth, his receptiveness. eoin responds by moaning against his mouth, weakly, beautifully.

when they fall into bed together, augustin promises nothing serious will happen. it's just kissing.

it's just kissing, isn't it?

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Recently discovered that in the 1940s, it was common for gay men to wear a signet ring on their little finger as a way of flagging their sexuality.

Catch me not going insane about this.

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insane how dónal finn made us all fall in love with eoin mcgonigal over the space of two (and a bit) episodes, and then immediately bounced and broke everybody's heart

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SAS ROGUE HEROES + text posts i find on pinterest

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due to @ecoustsaintmein tags on this post (and the fact that some of those things actually match headcanons i have for eoin) now i am forced to think about eoin mcgonigal being somewhat maybe cursed ??? (hocus pocus style??) and turned into a cat. and ofc due to the cat distribution system this kitten would end up basically imprinting on paddy - paddy, who speaks dog, actually, not cat, and has always thought himself a dog person and certainly not a cat person and maybe he was even on his way to the pound to adopt some lonely pup aND YET now this small ball of fur won't let him keep walking cause he keeps rubbing against his legs and purring so fucking loud he really has to double check it's not an engine that's making that sound :/ and aye, so whats paddy to do if not pick up the damn thing and bring it home with him :/

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SAS ROGUE HEROES + text posts i find on pinterest

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modern AU pourquoi pas

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season 2 why did you forsake them