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boldlyvoid · 1 year ago

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Snowed In

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: what happens when you're the last two in the office on Christmas Eve and the roads are closed due to an unexpected blizzard?

Warnings: divorced touch starved hotch, Agent reader, blizzards, alone at Quantico, cuddling, flirting, making out, face sitting, munch hotch, teasing, p in v smut, soft dom hotch, spit, biting, fluffy aftercare

word count: 5.3k

The weather forecast for Christmas Eve didn’t look nice… but you can’t really call out of work at the FBI for ugly weather when there are terrible people out there to catch. And, unlike everyone else who thought it would be smart to head home before the storm, she had paperwork to do.

So by the time her last file was closed, the roads were too.

The power was still on, and it would stay on thanks to the generator at Quantico and the best part was that the kitchen was newly stocked with snacks.

She wandered down to the floor 6 break room, which just so happened to be in the BAU bullpen. Everyone had gone home, the desks were empty and the only lights on were in the kitchen area. She took out a mug, flicked on the kettle and started to make herself some toast with one of the many Jams in the fridge. She’s so caught up in her snack that she doesn’t hear a door open, or someone walking down the steps towards her until he's taking a deep breath and scaring the daylights out of her.

“Oh god,” she jumps, hand on her chest as she turns to him. “Agent Hotchner…”

“Agent Y/L/N,” he smiles. “Sorry, I thought you knew I was still here.”

“I figured you went home to your wife—

“Ex-wife,” he sighs, showing his ringless hand. “She has our son this year, I thought I’d catch up on some work and then the snowstorm got… well, you see,” he points to the big glass windows covered in snow.

“It hasn’t snowed like this here in years,” she shakes her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe we're stuck here…”

“Well, it’s not like there’s nothing to do,” he teases. “We have a TV, lots of snacks, the power won’t go out on us so it’ll stay warm in here and Daves got a cot in his office if you need a place to sleep…”

“Oh, thank you,” she’s shocked he’s thinking about her like that. “I didn’t even think about that part.”

“you’re just hungry?” He teases. “What are you making?”

“Tea and toast… you want some?” She asks, hopeful he’ll say yes.

He nods, “I’d love some.”

They work around the kitchen like a team. She makes the toast, he makes their tea and they share exactly how they like theirs done… and there's a hope in her heart that maybe this is just the first time she makes him a breakfast meal. She’s always found him handsome, everyone in the bureau had, honestly. Not only is he good-looking, he’s strong and smart and kind until he can’t be anymore. And when he’s mean, even that’s a little sexy.

He invites her up to his office where she finds he’s been sitting on his couch, his laptop on his desk, watching old episodes of Fraser… “seriously?” She can’t believe it.

He blushes a bit, “it’s a good show. I have every season on DVD and this laptop has a disk drive, so…”

“Honestly, I’ve never really watched it,” she shrugs. “What season are you on?”

“The first one, I can start it from the beginning again?”

“No, it’s okay,” she waves it off. “I think I can catch up, you’ll just have to explain some things to me.”

And so he does, he gives a rundown of the first few episodes. Who Fraser is, his weird brother, his dad and their dad's helper— who his brother eventually falls in love with. It’s a good show. It’s funny, she gets to see Hotch smirk and sometimes, actually, giggle… it’s something she’s not used to.

In the handful of times she’s worked with the BAU on things, Agent Hotchner has never cracked a smile. Episode after episode, he gets happier and friendlier and she takes that as an invitation to move in closer and closer until their shoulders are touching. And then he lifts his arm to rest it on the back of the couch and she’s even closer to him. His tie is off, his first two buttons are undone… he’s comfortable and handsome as ever and it takes everything in her to watch the show and not stare at him.

“Do you want to watch another?” He asks in a hushed tone, just for her to hear— as if they weren’t completely alone here.

She nods, “I can do another.”

“Cool,” he smiles ever so softly and goes to get up so he can switch the disk to access another 4 episodes.

She watches him take out the old disk, put it back in the case and take out the new one. He places it in the tray, closes the disk drive and watches as it loads up to the title screen again. He hits play, and makes his way back to the couch with a sigh, placing his arm on the back again, just as close to her as last time.

“This is really nice,” she compliments. “Thanks for making this night fun for me.”

“I’m actually really glad someone else got snowed in here too,” he teases.

“I really thought I was alone in here,” she sighs. “I’m so happy I’m not…”

“Are you happy it’s me?”

She can’t help but smirk, “Yeah… alone time with Agent Hotchner wasn’t something I ever expected to get.”

“Would you want more?” He asks, staring at her lips. “I mean—

“Yes,” she cuts him off. “If I knew you were single I would’ve asked before…”

“It’s only been 6 months, we haven’t worked together since then,” he reminds her. “I haven’t— I haven’t even tried to spend time with someone else, yet.”

“But you think you’re ready?”

He shrugs, “I— I think you’re pretty and you’re nice and we’re here and we’re having a good time…”

“So are you asking me on a date hotchner, or do you want to bone in your office?”

He laughs, “Bone? Seriously?”

“Canoodle, bang, bump uglies, fuck,” she lets out all the slang and he laughs again, good and hard and it’s beautiful.

She cups his face and he pauses for a moment, “I think I’d like to start with just kissing you.”

“Okay,” she breathes out as she leans in to kiss him.

He’s so gentile. His lips are soft, and he’s tentative and reserved. He keeps his hands to himself and lets her set the pace. She never would’ve guessed that making tea and close proximity would lead to kissing the most handsome man she’d ever known in her entire life. When their tongues meet, he finally reaches out for her. Holding her side, he grips her just enough to make her crave more. She moves in closer, desperate to throw her leg over him and sit in his lap… but it’s him who initiates it.

He tugs her in, helps her settle in his lap and wraps both his hands around her to cradle her body against his. She sighs against him, making him smile into the kiss. She smiles too, coping his face she pulls back to look at him, “I didn’t expect Frasier to be the show that rials you up like this…”

“Well… tossed salads and scrambled eggs are both euphemisms,” he teases.

“How so?”

He lets out a deep breath through his nose like he doesn’t want to explain it. “The phrase ‘toss my salad’ is slag referring to rim jobs— or really any kind of oral pleasure, I guess…”

“Oh,” she wasn’t expecting that in the slightest. “And I guess scrambled eggs is how he likes his eggs done in the morning?”

He nods, “who knows, really? The theme song has never actually been explained but… how do you like your eggs in the morning?”

“Why? It’s not like you can make me some in the morning,” she teases.

“Maybe, when the roads are better we can go get breakfast?” He offers.

“I thought the whole point of the saying was that you’re supposed to make them for me?” She stares him down, hoping to make him laugh… she gets a smirk and a shake of his head as he tries to hold it in.

“I will make you breakfast, at one of our places, the first chance I get,” he assures. “If… if that’s something you’d like?”

She nods, “Yes, Aaron, I would love to get to know you more, and spend time with you and see where this goes… I’m literally in your lap right now dying to see what we get up to.”

“Dying to?” He couldn’t believe those were her words. “Why?”

She runs her fingers through his hair and then traces down the side of his neck and watches her hands as they trail over his shirt to rest on his chest. “When you look in the mirror in the mornings, do you plan on being the sexiest agent in the building or is this all just a happy accident?”

He blushes, “I mean, I don’t really plan it— I just put something on and come to work.”

She just shakes her head and sucks her tongue, “Well I guess now I have to show you just how handsome you are every single day.”

“And how would you do that?” He asks, gripping her hips a little tighter.

She leans in and kisses him softly, “You’re so handsome.” She kisses his cheek, “And pretty…” She kisses his jaw, “And cute…” he starts to smile and blush uncontrollably.

As she goes lower with her kisses, she works on his third shirt button, exposing a bit more of his chest so she can drag her tongue over his collarbone— which makes him toss his head back and whine. “Oh god, you’re so sexy,” she praises. “I want to hear more of your pretty noises.”

“So we’re doing this?” He asks, looking nervous.

She smiles softly and looks him in the eyes. “Only if you want to, baby,” she whispers. “We can do whatever you’re most comfortable doing, I’m sure this is going to be weird venturing into a new experience for the first time in so long, but we can go as far as you want and stop the moment you don’t want to do it anymore, okay?”

He nods, “Thank you.”

“And if you want to stop we can go right back to cuddling and watching the show and we can still go on that breakfast date,” she assures him. “I’m going to want to do that no matter what happens, okay? I like you, not what I can get from you.”

“You’re so nice,” he swoons a bit. “Seriously, why are you so nice to me?”

“you’re a good man, I’ve enjoyed working with you… and looking at you,” she teases. “But in all seriousness, you deserve someone to be gentile with you, you’re only so stone-faced at work to protect yourself, I get that, but you deserve some softness too.”

“I had a feeling you’d be sweet to me,” he whispers, breaking his walls down for her. “I’ve wanted to do this… I’ve wanted to break out of my shell and be with someone new and forget about how much my wife—my ex-wife broke my heart, but I’ve been scared.”

“It’s a scary thing,” she sympathizes. “But if you want me to be the first one you're with, I’ll be so good to you. I’m going to take care of you and make it fun and easy and soft and-and even if you get emotional or it’s too much, I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“I want to do this,” he nods, staring at her lips. “I want it to be you who I start over with.”

“I want to be that for you,” she cups his cheek again and smiles. “Thank you for picking me, Aaron.”

“Um… I don’t have any condoms,” he warns. “There might be some in Dave's room… maybe Derek's desk?”

She laughs, “I have some in my purse upstairs, I can go get them?”

He nods, “Yeah, that would be good and then I can turn this sofa into a bed while you’re gone.”

“Okay,” she goes to get off him but then stops herself, she leans in and steals on last kiss and he smiles into it. “Sorry, I needed another.”

“You can have a million more when you get back,” he keeps smiling, overjoyed with his choice.

—

He has about 6 minutes of freakout time while she goes to get her purse. He turns the couch into a bed, having a sleeper sofa in here was a blessing for nights like these… and when his wife kicked him out. He untucks his shirt and then re-tucks it and pulls it out again, he thinks about unbuttoning it and laying on the couch or maybe waiting for her at the elevator doors— he’s so nervous he has no idea what to do with his hands or his body.

He wanders around the room and talks himself into meeting her at the bullpen doors just as she’s walking up the couple stairs to his office. “Oh, hi.”

“Hi,” she smiles so beautifully. “You know you can still back out?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to… I’m just nervous. I haven’t done this in a while.”

“How long?” She asks.

“Since the last time with my ex-wife or with someone new?”

“Either?” She’s simply curious.

“My ex-wife was my first and only… and I haven’t been with her in almost 8 months now.”

“You know you could have anyone in this office in a heartbeat if you wanted to,” she reminds him. “You’re the most handsome agent in the whole FBI— just don’t tell Morgan I said that.”

He laughs, “Thank you.”

“This is cute,” she motions over to his sleeper sofa. “You want to cuddle and make out a bit, again?” She asks while kicking off her shoes and she does the same thing, making it easier for when they shed all their clothes later.

He nods and pulls her in close, “Kissing you has been the best part of my day.”

“Well, let me make it even better,” she teases, leaning in and connecting their lips once more.

It’s just as heated as before, only now his hands are on her lower back and he’s so tempted to grab her ass… so he does, he hauls her up so she can wrap her legs around him and he knees on the end of the bed. He lays her down, still kissing her while he attempts to hover over her— but she wants more.

She grips his hips and pulls him down flush against her, so she can wrap her legs around him once more. And by wrapping herself completely around him, he suddenly feels at home. His nervousness dies off, his apprehension to experience something new and different and unlike himself diminishes to nothing and he’s able to enjoy this.

He wraps his right arm around her, trapped between her and the mattress, while his left-hand cradles her head. He kisses her with passion and care and she gives the same energy right back… if not more so as she moans into his mouth. He pulls back with a smile, “you like kissing me that much?” He teases with his newfound confidence.

“I mean yeah but do you not realize how hard you are against me? It feels amazing,” she explains, her legs wrapped around him still, she pushes him down against her core and has him grind against her once more. “You feel so good, baby.”

He was so in his head he didn’t even realize his other one was so active… he blushed a bit, “You like it?”

She nods, “If grinding with you all night is all I get, I’m going to leave a very happy camper.”

He leans in and kisses her cheek and then her jaw right up to her ear, “Oh, you’re getting more, believe me… so much more.”

She moans again and he takes that as enough incentive to keep kissing her there. He bites her earlobe gently and sucks on her neck just enough to stimulate her and yet not enough to leave a mark. Her hands search his back, feeling him up as he tenses from hovering over her and then releases when he drops his body weight against hers once more, and she sighs when he does that. She loves the feeling of him on top of her. It’s like he was meant to always be there.

He withdraws his hands from under her and grips her hips as he sits up, “can I unbutton your shirt?”

“You may,” she says, a look of excitement plastered over her face.

“I want to just rip it open but I know you don’t have another shirt to wear home tomorrow,” he teases. “and it’s just too pretty to ruin.”

“Hopefully you don’t feel the same way about me…”

“Oh no, that’s precisely why I need to ruin you,” he assures, making haste on her buttons, he leans back in and starts to kiss the newly exposed skin of her chest. Right between her boobs and down her tummy until her shirt is completely unbuttoned and all he has left to pop is the button on her pants.

Her tummy is so soft, that he gets inside her shirt and wraps his arm underneath her back to feel how warm she is and uses it as an excuse to undo her bra in the process. He pulls her forward and gets her out of her shirt and her bra and can’t help but stare down at her chest and then back up to her eyes, “mesmerizing.”

“My turn,” she whispers, “let's flip.”

He listens, laying on his back, she straddles his hips and leans down to kiss his neck while she undoes his shirt. Button by button, she gets him exposed just to press their naked chests together and kiss him right on the mouth once more. She hauls him forward so they’re both sitting up and she pushes the shirt off his shoulders so they can feel each other up.

He grips her hips and tugs her in, grinding her against his bulge once more. She breaks the kiss to kiss his jaw and down his neck, “mm, Aaron,” she pulls his attention from the kiss. “Lay back.”

“Okay,” he listens, leaning back and she reaches for his belt.

“Can I?”

He nods and so she starts to unbuckle him, she pops his button and pulls the zipper down so she can reach into his pants. She feels over his bulge, watching as he tosses his head back and bites his lip to hold back a moan. “Let it out baby,” she whispers. “A touch-starved man like you… come on, let me hear you.”

“It’s not the only thing I’m starved for,” he jokes, blushing again.

Her eyes widen as she pulls back, “oh yeah?”

He nods, he wants to go down on her so bad that his stomach flips with anticipation. “Please?”

She sits more on her knees and reaches for the button on her pants, “how do you want me?”

“Would you— if you want, I mean, you can pick but I’d like to—

“I can sit on your face,” she knows exactly what he was trying to ask.

In the same way, she liked feeling his weight on top of herself, he wanted to feel completely smothered by her pussy and thighs.

She pushes him back so he’s lying flat and climbs off the bed so she can take her pants and underwear off, shoes long gone, she’s in nothing but her socks as she climbs back onto the bed and straddles his chest.

He’s a little impatient, pulling her forward and wrapping his arms around her thighs, he gets her right where he wants her and kisses her right where her thigh meets her cunt. He eases into it, kissing her gently, whispering praise about how beautiful she is and how lucky he feels.

But then he looks up at her, “don’t be afraid to really sit, I can take it.”

“Tap me twice if you can’t,” she agrees and within seconds he’s going at her.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she leans forward to rest her arm against the wall behind the couch, grinding against his face, exactly the way he wanted it.

His tongue deep inside her, his nose nudging at her clit, he savours the way she tastes as if she hasn’t said she would be willing to do this again… and from her noises, he knows this experience just makes her want it again soon. He wants her to enjoy it, he’s always been more into making his partner enjoy it. This time it feels a bit more selfish, as the more she enjoys it the more she’d be willing to come back and the more he can do it. And he wants to eat her out for the rest of his life.

Her sounds are a price, her weight on top of him is magnificent and she’s absolutely delicious. And he hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet. Making her cum on his face is going to change his life.

When he inserts a finger, her legs start to tremble around him. She’s so close, he can tell. Sucking on her clit while he massages that wonderful spot inside of her with his middle finger, she moans so deeply it vibrates her whole being. She starts to chant his name, right on the edge of her orgasm, so he adds a second finger and the damn bursts.

She trembles harder than before, and a beautiful elongated moan leaves her mouth as she cums on his face. He’s quick to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his tongue, gathering it all with the most disgusting sounds he could ever make— but fuck, if she wasn’t the most delicious woman in the whole world.

He was so into her, so transfixed on getting her off that he didn’t realize he was grinding up against nothing and the largest precum stain had marked his boxers and surely was on the inside of his work pants.

“Aaron, Aaron, oh my god, stop, stop, holy fuck,” she makes him stop by pulls off him and sits down on the pillow beside his head. Hand to her chest to catch her breath, she melts against the mattress, “sweet Jesus?”

“I need to do that every chance I get,” he muses, so in love with how it went down. “You’re delicious.”

She laughs, placing her hand on his big bicep as she looks down at his glistening face, “I’m going to take you up on that all the time.”

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he teases as he sits up, noticing just how close he was that whole time.

His cock is strained against his boxers, soaking them around the elastic band, darkening the gray fabric so much that he feels a little embarrassed. She notices it too, but she smiles, “Oh, you really liked that, didn’t you?”

He nods, unable to say much.

“Come on, get your pants off, I think I’ve calmed down enough to take care of you now,” she assures.

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He gets off the bed and starts to take off his pants while she looks around for her own, “can you get the condom from my pocket?”

“Yeah,” he goes right for her pants right after his are off.

She just looks around the room, avoiding eye contact with his cock even though he knows she wants to look, “I didn’t even ask if you have cameras in here…”

He laughs, kneeling on the edge of the bed with the condom between his fingers, “No, I don’t. With all the confidential material I see in here and the conversations had in here, they didn’t put a camera in here. But there is one directly outside my office so they know you’re in here but they won’t know what you’re doing.”

“And who is this they you speak of?” She teases.

“Whoever watches the tapes but probably also Penelope… if she learns I was here all Christmas she will go back and look to see what I did,” he shakes his head with a loving smile. “She just cares a lot.”

“She’s the sweetest,” she agrees. “But thank fucking god no one can see what we’re doing… I’m glad this is just for us.”

“Mhm,” he hums, he gets between her legs and tugs her down the bed a bit so she’s lying with her head on the pillow, “they don’t need to see what’s about to happen.”

“although someone should teach more guys how to eat like that…”

He laughs again, leaning down to kiss her, “Then you’d have any guy you want and I'd rather be the only one for you.”

“Very true,” she says against his lips before pressing her lips against his.

They just kiss a couple times before he pulls back and sits on his knees once more, opening the condom and rolling it on. She finally takes a look at what he’s got going on between his legs and he sees her lick her lips while taking in a deep breath. “Fuck sake, you really are going to ruin me…”

He smirks, “Do you want me to? We could just have a sweet and slow—

“No, I need a good fucking, like the fuck my brains out kind,” she assures.

“It’s your lucky day,” he teases, running his hand over her inner thigh as he helps her spread them. “I can do that for you.”

“Do your worst—

“Oh no, it’ll be my best,” he says, gripping his cock and tapping it against her pussy. “You ready?”

“Please?” She begs, pleading with her beautiful eyes.

He slips in ever so slowly, letting her adjust to his girth as he leans over her. He caresses her face with one hand, holding himself up with his lover, watching her take it all in. Head tossed back, she bites her lip and then lets out a blissful sigh. She grips his sides, wanting to desperately pull him down on top of herself once more, but she waits until he’s fully inside.

“Oh my god?” She whines, “please move, I need more, please?”

He smirks, leaning in to kiss the side of her mouth as he starts to rock his hips. He wraps his arm under her as she pulls him in closer and moves her mouth so they can kiss for real. She moans against him as his rhythm changes, his hips speed up and she wraps her legs around him to get him even deeper inside her.

She feels so amazing, he almost forgot what it was like to fuck something other than his own hand. The way she flutters around him and grips him so tight, the feeling of her nails in his back and her tongue on his own. He’s in absolute heaven. So good in fact, he’s afraid he might not last as long as she deserves.

He reaches between them and rubs her clit with his thumb, moving his kisses to her neck and just below her ear, “doing so good, baby.”

“Holy fuck, Aaron,” she moans, tossing her head back and pushing her chest up.

He looks between them and can’t help himself, he kisses her chest and she looks down to see what he’s doing, he looks up to her for permission only to hear, “suck on them, please? Please, oh my god?”

He takes her nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it before gently running his bottom teeth over the nib. She gasps, tightening around him which makes him moan with her nipple in his mouth. He brings up his other hand, using it to pinch her other nipple and she absolutely flutters around him, it’s everything.

When he lets go of her nipples, he reaches his hand under her knee and pushes her right leg up. The angle changes, he’s so much deeper now, hitting her right where she wants him again and again, he kisses the inside of her calf gently as she tosses her head back. She moans, tightening around him to the point he’s so sure he’s about to lose control.

He may be out of practice, but he’s not out of manners. He needs her to finish first.

Using all the power he has left, he keeps her leg up like that but adjusts himself so his pubic bone can rub against her swollen clit with each and every thrust. “More,” she spits out. “Please? ‘M so close.”

His hand slips down her leg, “I know baby,” he coos, keeping her stretched open, he just needs to get his thumb on her clit.

He stills for just a moment, gathers some spit in his mouth and drops it between them so it lands right on her clit to release the friction but then he picks right back up. She whines, sweating and her head tossed back, getting ruined just like she asked to be.

She somehow tightens around him again, and he’s so fucking close he feels like he could go insane. “you’re right there, sweet girl, let go when you’re ready,” he says through bated breath. So fucking close.

And that does it, she starts to tremble again, her core tightens and so does her grip on his arm. “Oh, Aaron!” She moans out a string of incoherent words follow as she lets go and gets lost in her pleasure.

He keeps going, helping her ride through it before his rhythm changes. He’s right there, dropping down onto her and kissing her shoulder as he pile-drives into her for the home stretch. Her hands roam his back, caressing him, “Fill me up, Aaron, you deserve it,” she whispers in his ear. “Cum for me, come on, baby.”

He whines, right there, scared of what noise is going to come out of him when he does cum but he also doesn’t really care at this point. He whimpers and groans, biting her shoulder slightly as he fills the condom and stills against her, “Oh my god? Oh, my god… holy fuck?”

She wraps her arms around him once more, tighter like a hug this time, still panting, she agrees. “I know, Jesus.”

He laughs against her, high on endorphins and feeling completely invincible, “You’re amazing.”

She grips his hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him up off of her shoulder, “You are incredible, that was the best sex I think I’ve ever had.”

He can’t help but smile as he leans in to kiss her. She brushes his hair off his forehead, it’s sweaty and slicks right back. Their kissing is softer this time, lazy and less lust-filled— more loving. Thankful.

He kisses her one last time before going to sit up on his knees and pull his soft cock out of her but she pulls him back in, “No, can we just cuddle like this for a bit?”

“Yeah,” he nods, not expecting her to want this but so glad she does.

He settles back against her shoulder, hand on her boob while she traces shapes over his back, “this is my favourite part,” she whispers.

“Me too… but I’m never usually on top,” he admits. “Or still inside…”

She lightly laughs and he can feel it all over, “What, your wife wasn’t a big fan?”

“Not really, she was quick to go get cleaned up and then she would cuddle into me and go to sleep… but I don’t want to talk about her anymore,” he admits.

“That’s okay,” she coos, soothing her hand down his back. She rests her cheek against the top of his head. “This has been the best night. Who thought getting snowed in at Quantico would end like this?”

“Not me, but I’m so glad it did.”

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frudoo · 1 year ago

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Random König Headcanons

Hey y'all! This is my first post on here so I hope it's alright <3

These are all pretty SFW (for now >:)), so I don't think there's really any content warnings??? Idk let me know if I'm wrong.

Likes going to Build-a-Bear. Will definitely make your bear and his bear kiss.

This man can COOK. Oh, you want takeout? Nah. He's already pulling out the ingredients for your favorite dish. Buys the two of you matching aprons.

Talks to animals like they're babies. I also feel like the man just... attracts wild animals like birds and squirrels. Undercover Disney princess??? Perhaps.

Speaking of babies... the man is so good with kids. Laughs all giddily when toddlers climb him like a tree. Wants you to have his babies so bad

Actually has a decent singing voice. Get him drunk enough and he's doing karaoke like a pro. Oh, and if you agree to sing a duet with him??? He's GONE. Goes all out.

Likes to hold pinkies when walking around in public. He likes holding hands, too, but when he's feeling a little more anxious he'll intertwine your pinkies. PDA isn't his strong suit but he HAS to be touching you at all times, and it's like a pinky promise that he'll always be there with you :,)

Draws patterns/words on your back with his fingertips when y'all are laying in bed. Mainly a bunch of pet names, "I love you"s, and hearts. And cartoon penises

This big burly BEAST of a man loves being the little spoon, no matter how impractical it is. Honestly loves any cuddling position though.

Pouts when you're not giving him enough attention. His lips get SO puffy when he's jealous. Talking to one of his friends? He's grumbling German insults to them under his breath. Eventually he'll just scoot closer to you on the couch and rest his legs on top of your lap. BAM, now he's got your attention, even if it's just you telling him that he's crushing you. Big ol' lap dog.

Likes to do your hair!! He'll take pictures of what he's done and show them to you like a hairdresser :,) It could be the worst hairstyle you've ever seen but you're wearing it PROUDLY.

On the rare occasion that you two go out to a restaurant, he REFUSES to tell the waiter if his meal is wrong. Oh, it's shrimp and he's allergic to shellfish? He's telling the waiter he loves it and will just stare at the untouched plate sadly. Also will not let you trade plates with him because what if the waiter sees??? Tries to sink under the table when you finally cave and tell the waiter that the order is wrong. Glares at you the entire time he eats his new correct meal but is secretly so thankful. <3

Is absolute trash at video games. One of the best combat soldiers on the planet, but put a controller in his hands??? He's lucky if he gets three shots in.

Bought an engagement ring two weeks after you two started dating. I mean, he literally fell in love with you immediately upon seeing you for the first time, so are you really surprised??

Is a really good gift wrapper. His hands always start cramping around the holidays because he does most of the wrapping. His love language is 100% physical touch/gift giving btw.

Adding onto the singing thing... I just think he would be a really good musician, specifically a drummer.

NOSE NUZZLES. Like the Brendan Fraser type of kiss where you just rub noses after. He just gives off those romantic vibes <3

Unconventional kisses. Eyelids, the tip of your ear, everywhere you have moles, your calves, ankles... the man is obsessed with you, and he's kissing you wherever he can reach.

ADORES taking baths with you. Candles, rose petals, bath bombs: he does it all. Washes your hair for you. Lots of forehead and temple kisses.

I am unwell. I need him so bad.

Please feel free to reblog if you'd like!! I hope y'all enjoyed my little (very self-indulgent) rambles. :)))

#könig x reader #könig cod #headcanon #fluff #call of duty #könig fluff #cod #könig mw2 #my baby my BABY #need him more than oxygen tbh

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asunsetgrace16 · 2 months ago

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✧ 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗗 ⎥ 𝗙𝗠45

Pairing: Fraser Minten x fem!reader

Warnings: sad sad sad, swearing

Summary: Fraser gets traded, and it's a sad day for the Marlies

Notes: So this is sad. I'm sad. everyone is sad. apologies in advance.

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Fraser’s ringing phone interrupts the sounds of Criminal Minds playing on the hotel tv. He’s already set up in his hotel room and is taking the chance to lounge before the game. It’s different being alone, with Grebs being traded to Philly in the morning and leaving Fraser without a roommate.

The caller ID says GM Treliving, which Fraser finds strange. He saw the news of some Toronto trades but was putting it out of his mind as best he could. It was hard enough having to say goodbye to Grebs already this morning and ship him off to Lehigh Valley.

His palms are sweating as he slides to answer the call, “Hello.”

“Hi Fraser. How are you?”

“Good, I guess. We are in Providence today.”

“Yes, that’s what this is about. Earlier today we traded for Brandon Carlo on the Bruins. I just finished ironing out the details with Sweeny, and we packaged you as part of the return. I want to thank you for everything you’ve done as a Leaf, and wish you the best of luck in Boston. I gave Sweeny your number, so he should be calling you shortly. Thank you again, Fraser.”

“Ok…thanks. Bye.” He replies, hanging up in a daze. Traded. He’s been traded. And the Marlies play Providence tonight. What are the goddamn odds?

Fraser should be going to find his coaches, his teammates, but he picks up the phone and dials your number instead. His fingers anxiously tap on his knee as the call rings.

“Hi baby, what’s up? You don’t usually call this close to a game.”

The sound of your voice brings him to tears, and he chokes out, “I was traded. To Boston.”

The line is silent for a second as you get your bearings. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. I wish I could be there. Is there anything I can do?”

“Um…I’m just trying to wrap my head around it. I kinda feel like I should’ve expected this since Treliving got Laughton today too, so between him and JT, there wasn’t really a spot for me any time soon,” Fraser says, voice wavering and thick with emotion, “Can you go over to my place amd pack some stuff?”

“Yeah of course. I will come down as soon as I can. Let me know where to ship things.Are you going to play for Providence tonight?” you ask.

“Mhmm. I don’t know if I’ll play. I don’t even know.”

“Ok. Let me know if anything changes, alright? And Fraser?”

“Yeah?”

“Two years. Two years until I’m done with school. We got this. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

The silence of his room is deafening. Absent-mindedly Fraser throws his suitcase on Grebs’ –the other bed, shoving clothes and dress shoes and toiletries back inside. He grabs his suit and garment bag from the closet and triple checks that he has everything. He wipes at his face, having forgotten that he was crying when his hands come away wet. Standing alone in a Rhode Island hotel room, wearing Marlies gear and wishing for you, Fraser cries.

Hockey’s a business, and Fraser knows that. But secretly, tucked away deep down inside, he had hoped that he meant more to the Leafs, at least enough that they would keep him despite being one of few true trade chips. He zips up his suitcase, throws a charger in his backpack and goes to find his coaches. Down the hall to the left, last door. He knocks and waits. Fraser knows his face is red and puffy, obvious that he’s been crying. His coach isn’t surprised to see him, and opens the door wider for Fraser to enter. There are handshakes and more thank you’s and good luck’s, pats on the back and comforting squeezes.

Fraser gets the call from Sweeny back in his room, exchanging pleasantries before being told to report to Providence. He shoots a text to the group chat and goes next door to Denis’s room. The next round of goodbyes is even harder, even more emotional. Everyone is supportive, lightning the mood with good-natured chirps about Fraser being the enemy now that he’s a Bruin. His step is a little lighter when he walks out of the hotel doors, Uber ordered and on to the next chapter.

#ᐩ☉｡.〈 sunset works 〉＞ fics #〈 fraser minten 〉#fraser minten #fraser minten x reader #hockey imagine #nhl x reader #fraser minten imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine #nhl fic

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variousqueerthings · 3 months ago

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me every day like: but why did they choose that song to frame victoria's and fraser's relationship??? a song that appears at first glance to be a sort of mysterious love song, albeit with some mildly either ominous and/or bdsm like vibes:

(And I won't be denied

And I would be the one To hold you down Kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away And after I Wipe away the tears Just close your eyes dear)

and then you're like "ok, the song is literally called possession, what an interesting not-so-loving sounding title" and then you sleuth and it's literally a song written off the back of being stalked and obsessed over in an unhealthy way

gun to your heads writers, im not reading this dynamic the wrong way, that woman was out to do a violence on that man and if he'd managed to get on the train he'd have been dead within a few months once she grew tired of playing with her food (or once the pedestal she'd put him on was toppled or once she was done with breaking him into pieces or or or...)

#due south #victoria metcalfe #benton fraser #ohhh she's sooooooooo *glass jar shaking*#´getting shot in the back was good for him

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hermits-crab · 5 months ago

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FLUFF ALPHABET W/ ELLIOTT — STARDEW VALLEY

SUMMARY: The Fluff Alphabet by @snk-warriors featuring Elliott!

CONTAINS: sfw, gn! reader, fluff, established relationship, spoilers for his 10 & 14 heart event

NOTES: I haven’t known what types of headcanons to post so I’m hoping this might inspire me. I’m taking requests, by the way, if you’d like to help a girl out! Enjoy!

A = Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Elliott loves cooking and baking with his spouse! Even if you’re not great at it, he’s happy to teach you! As long as it’s edible, he’s happy and proud of what you made together. That phrase “a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” applies to him specifically.

B = Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

It’s so hard for him to narrow it down but if he has to, it’s your generosity and strength. He could watch you do farm work for hours (and he has) and he loves that you’re so giving and that you don’t think twice about it.

C = Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Elliott is at your side immediately, asking how and/or what he can do to help. If you ask for a minute alone, for example, he’s preparing your favorite snack and movie or show. Or maybe a bath or shower, later reading you to sleep. He’s doing whatever he can to help you!

D = Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He dreams of the typical white-picket fence dream: marriage, kids, growing old with you. More than that, he wants to take care of you, to protect you, to provide for you. As long as he knows he can do that for you, he can die happy.

E = Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I can see this going both ways. I feel like if you’re a woman or feminine presenting, he’s more likely to subconsciously take on a dominating role. If you’re a man or masculine presenting, the same still applies but less so. It’s not that he has sexist views! He was raised with these values in mind and it didn’t help that a lot of the media he consumed growing up portrayed a damsel in distress. If this makes you uncomfortable, you can tell him that and he’ll be much more mindful of how he treats you. Regardless of your gender, he’ll always be protective over you and that’s something you cannot change.

F = Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Yes, without a doubt, yes. Even if you hurt him deeply, he’s already forgiven you long before. To quote James Fraser from Outlander because I feel like Elliott would think the same: "She asked forgiveness, and I gave it. But the truth is, I'd forgiven everything she'd done and everything she could do long before that day. For me, that was no choice. That was falling in love."

G = Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s eternally grateful for everything you do. For him and for the community. You saved him from dying a lonely hermit on the beach! For that, he feels he owes you everything.

H = Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He’s very open and honest! I don’t think he intentionally keeps secrets. Like with the piano, you didn’t know he could play so beautifully and he would probably not have brought it up unless you found him playing. Or if it didn’t come up in conversation, he probably won’t mention it. Except it’s something actually important, then you can trust he’ll tell you. But in that case, it probably wouldn’t be a secret.

I = Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’re his muse! You inspire him every single day. You helped him to write his book. He runs a lot of things by you because he knows that you’ll give him kind constructive criticism.

J = Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

I don’t think he gets jealous easily. He gets jealous like the average person. When he does, however, he becomes passively aggressive. If he notices someone flirting with you, he’ll politely remove you from them and gently scold you. He might be a little petty so you’re probably going to have to apologize a bit more than you normally would.

K = Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

YUP. He’s a romantic and very in tune with his partner and what they like. Your first kiss with him was magical. He wasn’t clumsy or too rough. It was sweet and gentle.

L = Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

On a shabby little row boat out at sea!

M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes! He feels it’s the natural next step to your relationship. He proposes to you on the beach while the sun sets. Your marriage would be pretty low-key but never lacking. Especially in the bedroom. You both are happy and content with your quiet lives on the farm. Whenever Elliott goes on a book tour, he brings you along, considering it a vacation.

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Darling, love, dear, sweetheart, beautiful. He called you darling, love, and dear before but when you started dating, he added ‘my’ in front of it.

O = On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Elliott is pretty animated already but even more so when he’s in love. He’s much happier and carries himself more confidently (if you can believe it). I don’t think it’s obvious to anyone but his friends. Leah, for example, notices it almost immediately. He expresses his feelings through writing in his “secret book” of poems expressing his love for you or your likeness captured through a character in one of his books.

P = PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Yes, he’s very proud to be yours! He doesn’t necessarily brag but he talks about you whenever he’s given the chance. He’s not shy about physical PDA either. Of course, nothing inappropriate but definitely touching you in some way or kissing you. He’s not in the least bit shy!

Q = Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Elliott is a very smooth talker. He almost always knows exactly what to say. And I know that would otherwise be a red flag but he does stumble over his words frequently too! He never wants to risk loosing you, especially over something that’s his fault.

R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s extremely romantic! He’ll happily help you around the farm and later take care of you when you come home: making dinner, bathing you, massaging you. He also loves reciting poetry to you whenever you’ll listen.

S = Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

You can count on him for any sort of support you need and he’ll gladly help you work towards your goal(s). He has always believed in you.

T = Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He doesn’t feel like it’s a necessity. He likes adventure on occasion but he’s also very happy and content with your daily routine.

U = Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He’s very empathetic towards you. He’s good at remembering details about you too, regardless of how insignificant it may seem. He remembers what you like and don’t like, things you’ve mentioned that you want, or little stories from your past.

V = Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He values your relationship the most out of everything he has! He’ll always put you (and your shared family) first. He loves you more than writing and reading—and that’s saying a lot.

W = Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Elliott absolutely hates when people touch his hair. But you’re the only exception. Even though he may tense up a bit at first, he eventually melts into your touch. He trusts you with his life, and more than that, his hair.

X = XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He’s super affectionate! He loves touching you, whether that’s through hugs, hand-holding, cuddling, or kissing. He takes any chance he gets to tell/show just how much he adores you!

Y = Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

When he went away on his book tour, he took to sending you letters. He also called you at the end of every day. He prefers to call rather to text because he wants to hear your voice.

Z = Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind?

Absolutely! Anything you need—or want, even. You can always count on him. He’d pet a sea cucumber if it’d make you happy.

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#🦀 hermit-headcanons #sdv elliott #stardew valley #sdv #stardew elliott #sdv bachelors #fluff alphabet #fluff

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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can you imagine Matilda noticing you counting Lando's freckles and moles on his face and one time she comes up to him, sits on his lap and starts kissing every single one? He'd be so blushy and shy, I just know it 🥰

The sun was out and so were you and your family. Fraser was having his afternoon nap on one of the loungers, towells around him to make sure he wouldn't suddenly roll over before you or Lando could catch him. Matilda was happily swimming in the pool, knowing to stay on the shallow part while you and Lando stayed cuddled up to one another in another lounger.

"What are you doing?", your husband mumbled against your wrist, tickling you briefly as you drew invisible lines between his freckles and moles. They had always been very endearing to you, and after Lando spent a bit more time in the sun, they would become more defined and darker so your attention naturally went there.

"Counting your freckles, they look so nice now", you smiled, continuing your connect the dot activity on his neck and face, "they make you look even more handsome", you kissed his lips passionately.

"If you say so", he smirked back, squeezing your waist and helping you be impossibly closer to him, "this swimsuit looks so great on you, I can't wait to take it off later", he mumbled against your neck, "my gorgeous, gorgeous girl", he kissed you again.

Fraser's movements stopped you as he was starting to wake up, "Mummy duty calls", you giggled softly, pecking his lips before trying to pull away.

"I can go, you stay here", Lando urged as you got up, trying to pull you to the lounger as Matilda spoke, "daddy, can I have my towell, please?", she asked.

"Daddy duty calls", Lando offered, tapping your butt before he got up as well, grabbing the towell for your daughter while you changed Fraser's nappy.

"Here, princess", Lando encouraged Matilda to come closer to him so he could wrap her up on the towell, doing so and then wringing out her hair as much as he could so it wouldn't drip all over her back, "come sit here with me".

Adjusting the lounger so the back would allow him to sit up a little straighter, he sat down and then pulled the little girl to sit between his legs, facing him while they cuddled, "is that better?", he asked her as she nodded.

"Can I kiss your freckles, daddy?", she asked out of nowhere, "yes, you can", Lando said, thinking she would get bored after two kisses as they watched you bring the other lounger close to them, sitting on it with Fraser cuddled up to your chest.

Matilda, however, took her task very seriously, starting with the ones climbing up to his ear, and then to his cheek, leaving Lando a blushing, smiling mess at the attention and affection he was getting from his daughter.

"Thank you, Tilly", he said as she kissed the one near his nose, "I'm not done yet! There are so many to go through, you have to keep still, daddy!", she warned as seriously as a four year old could.

"You're so pretty, daddy", Matilda said after kissing the last mole on his jaw, looking into his eyes.

That definitely rushed all of the blood to Lando's cheeks, "pretty, baby?", you whispered out, still in his shyness.

"Yes, daddy! You always tell mummy, Fraser and I that we're pretty, and you're pretty, too, so I'm telling you that!", she explained, kissing his cheek another time to make sure her message got through.

Your heart melted at the sight: your baby boy was laying on your chest, happily fiddling with your necklace and the straps of your swimsuit while your little girl was telling Lando how pretty she thought he was while she littered kisses on his face.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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Day 3 Highlanders 7 con 21 July 2024 at the Hilton Metropole Hotel, Birmingham

Charles Q&A

They only let him do some stunts. The apple "may have" already been cut in half 😅

At his first OL audition (over zoom from his bedroom), he did a Peaky Blinders accent because thought the English all have the same accent - he works hard on it, accents don't come naturally to him

William inherited the "good Fraser fire" from Jamie but learned how to be reserved (a "board") from LJG so he often feels the conflict within himself what he is vs what he was "trained" to be

One of the auditions (all on zoom) was the Death Song scene with JB - it was weird for him to see these "fictional characters" in real life. Couldn't mention the other audition scenes because they're 7B spoilers

He had phantom pain in his arm from the stick. They sent him to London to have a mold made of his arm

He has no piano in his flat but would go to the Edinburgh train station and use the public piano

Dream role: anything - "I love employment" but likes characters that exist between good and evil

Superstitions: not for acting but the supernatural - hasn't used a Ouija board because he doesn't know if they work but what if they do??

William is "a bit of a shit" and a "brat" when we first meet him in 7A

They did audition someone else for William for S6 (those episodes would have been late in 6) but he would have been too young. Since they shortened 6, they didn't cast William until later.

Someone asked whether he was intimidated by S&C. The audience member then went on telling a story how Caitlin before she got to set, was told S&C were a "power couple" and together in real life. Then when she got there she was told opposite (you could hear people gasp when she said that)

While Charles really didn't answered above, he later on was asked what his favourite movie is, he didn't really have one but said he really loved Ford vs Ferrari, so when he met Caitriona he thought "Whoa"

Mom had watched the show but he binged it in 2 weeks when he got the audition - didn't have the part yet

Felt imposter syndrome and a lot of pressure - do I want to take on being Jamie Fraser's son?

Ultimately LJG is William's dad but important for him to find out who is he to learn about himself

This convention is "so fun" because they couldn't answer any questions during the strike and all they were asked were things like "what's your favourite colour"

Scenes that stuck out when he binged: Claire and BJR in Garrison Commander; the shinty scene

Doesn't have a go-to karaoke song - has never done karaoke. But he would do something like Tequila so all he has to say is 1 word (then they played it when he was leaving the stage)

Sophie, Richard & David

Sophie is apparently a favourite "on the internet" to play Harry Potter's mom in the HBO series. She says "I'm working on it" (ie she'd like to do it).

Their favourite locations to film - Sophie Lallybroch (inside and what they created on set); Richard - University of Glasgow; David - Hopetoun House

David making fun of the questions they always get asked (what would you take from set; what other characters would you like to play) - everyone laughs

If they could play another character, Sophie would play Rollo

Certain scene they were really proud of - Sophie birthing scene "broke some blood vessels"; David never thinks he does well - could have done it differently especially the scene where Jamie offers his body;

What cocktail would your character be: Sophie - Spicy margarita; Richard - Old Fashioned; David Pina Colada because he likes the song (doesn't know any cocktails - people were shouting them out to him)

What would you like to learn how to do: David - Magic the Gathering - watched them play last night and wants them to teach him before wrap; Richard is learning to fly

Which time period do you prefer - Brianna 50/50 - Sophie 1700s "corsets aside" especially since they're all filming together. Richard agrees. David: Lord John in modern times is living in the West Village in NYC running an art gallery called Fraser's 🤣🤣

Karaoke songs: Richard's - Piano Man; David - To be With You (Mr Big): Sophie - Party in the USA

Favourite costume - Richard "from this year" but didn't say which one (didn't want to spoil anything); David - Governor of Jamaica (Sophie says you've had some really good costumes and David said you just realized that???)

Favourite scene to film: Richard - driving around the Highlands (felt like our own little "side Outlander"); Sophie - when she confronts Bonnett in the jail (felt very empowered); David - first day, first scene he filmed dragging Sam on the horse "was a highlight on reflection"

Everyone is treated the same by production

Sophie used to be the makeup trailer DJ but Wendy has taken over

The first scene with Roger & Jamie was fun to shoot but he felt Jamie had "a bit of an overreaction"

What are you obsessed with? Richard - Magic the Gathering; David - his son; Sophie - music

Any scenes that you were intimidated by: David one coming up in 7B (we should all know what it is); Richard - intimate scenes; Sophie - ones that are emotionally challenging and you "take with you"

Question about what you're proud of. Sophie tells the story of when she potty-trained her dog. The dog became so excited he jumped on her, split her lip and she ended up in the emergency room. David then says "do you know what proud means??" • Richard - passing his driving test because he failed 3x; David - when he finished his first block of OL

Character you haven't worked with you would like to - Richard & David said each other. Richard: maybe in the next block then Sophie says "but you're in the 80s", someone mentioned Jemmy and the stones and it just went downhill from there 😅; Sophie - Black Jack

During closing ceremonies everyone is taking photos and Cree (of course) says "go on take your photos like we're animals in a zoo". Then he says something about a "gaggle of lusty women" and Sean says "there is if your name is Sam Heughan"

Sean had organized other fan events then started watching Outlander. He wanted to do an event and learned the person to contact is Steve Himber as he "represents" Sam and Caitriona to get it started. Then Steve says he's "not responsible for Steven Cree"

All credits including pics to my friend at the con (who wishes to remain anonymous) Thank you so much for keeping notes for us (and for me to post!) Great Job, well done! 🧡🧡🧡

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fia’s work in progress.

named ‘work in progress’ but let’s be real… it’s actually just a collection of a few requests i said yes to because sometimes inspiration hits after someone drops a spicy idea in my inbox so shoutout to you guys for that!

also, even if some of you sent your request without anon, don’t worry i won’t include your username here! i totally get that it might make you uncomfortable, so your privacy’s safe with me.

last update: april 23, 2025

matt rempe

quinn hughes

↳ REQ 1: Reader and Quinn have an older boy maybe 6 or 7 and a daughter who's like 3 or 4 and they're all mic'd up for the playoffs last season when they Canucks made it and then Quinn makes a little penalty box for the kids (my fav req)

↳ REQ 2: How about Quinn finding out he’s going to be a dad and some snippets from the pregnancy (like the first scan, finding out the gender, telling his family, etc.) (☑️)

jack hughes

↳ REQ 1: Request a TikTok type one where reader with Jack or Luke as the bf does the TikTok trend passing the phone (I know Luke has actually done this trend before and I can send you the video of it for reference)

luke hughes

↳ REQ 1: Maybe launching his gf of years at the family skate for the stadium series but she's extremely private? (☑️)

↳ REQ 2: kinda an idea of the hard launch of luke and his gf.. now they are public she can wear his way jacket for playoff… luke is one happy boy. (☑️)

↳ REQ 3: Reader sits with his parents whenever they come to his games and reader where's one of his flannels and a small number 43 necklace & REQ 4: Luke and reader leaving one of the games together and fans go crazy when seeing her and all the teen boys ask for a photo with reader in it. (☑️)

↳ REQ 4: whispering gentle reassurances to lukey after he has a bad day while you think he’s sleeping but he’s awake and all he can think of is how incredibly lucky he is, you don’t even realise he’s awake till a tear slips out the corner of his eye. (☑️)

↳ REQ 5: Okay so Luke Hughes request... just a super fluffy friends to lovers where Luke's completely obvious to his feelings and him and reader are like doing a movie night at his and Jacks apartment while Jacks out and they get to talking about kissing styles or something and blah blah blah somehow they get on the topic of kissing each other and reader asks if he's ever thought about kissing her and he's like "oh yeah, like all the time." And she just stares at him. And he's like "what? Do people not think about kissing their best friends?" And she kinda smiles and she's like "no... but I guess we've been doing 'best friends' wrong.." and then they kiss and it gets a bit deeper... and then Jack walks in.

↳ REQ 6: I would love myself an angsty fic of the reader being asked out, but only because Luke’s friends dared him to. The reader has really low self esteem and when she finds out he has to GROVEL to get her back. There’s tears, there’s pain, but there’s also a happy ending because the world is already hard enough.

fraser minten

↳ none

macklin celebrini

↳ REQ 1: macklin is the softest boy ever like he’s so so clingy you could be talking to someone for like two seconds and he’s hugging you waiting for your attention to be back on him

↳ REQ 2: Yes my bby Macklin ❤️ how about him teaching you to skate or bringing you to family skate and being so cute and gentle with you 🥹

↳ REQ 3: okay but I can picture macklin having such bad baby fever but he and his gf are too young even though he tried to convince her (puppy dog eyes are his secret weapon). flash forward to when they actually have a baby and he is just beside himself with joy (maybe sheds a tear)

↳ REQ 4: childhood bestfriend to lovers

will smith

↳ REQ 1: Hi! I loved the Macklin fic you posted... like I was full on giggling to his adorable jealousy, so I wondered if you'd write something similar for WS#2. But like instead, it's Will stealing the reader away from dream!Macklin because he's like our childhood friend and the first time reader met Will, he thought Reader and Macklin were dating, before they told him they were not

wyatt johnston

↳ REQ 1: Tyler Sequin sister and Wyatt have been dating since Wyatt joined the Stars

frank nazar

↳ REQ 1: omg frank nazar is on your list! i never see him anywhere! anyway, could you do frank nazar bringing his new baby to family skate and skating with them for the first time?

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 1 month ago

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Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 14

AO3

Summary: After some less-than-welcome command changes, Diana receives a much needed visit from an old friend

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl @6thofapril1917 @dcyllom @footprintsinthesxnd @regseekings @roseszirnheld @hellofanidea

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July, 1943

Jaspreet Nadar

Cairo, Egypt

Dear Jaspreet

I know I've said it before, but thank you again for watching the flat while I'm away. Buying one in the middle of all this certainly wasn't the best idea I've ever had, but I suppose I just like knowing it's there. I'm also aware that my collection of belongings over there is rather sparse and eclectic - when I was robbing the old man it became something of a hit-and-run situation, and my instincts got the better of me. Feel free to ignore all the taxidermy fish.

Apparently I’m still in the will. I assume it’s some weak attempt at trying to make me forgive him, but that’s not happening. If by some miracle I manage to outlive him, I shall certainly enjoy taking the money.

We're somewhere along the Suez at the moment - not far from home, really. Certainly the closest I'll be for a long while now. Not sure how I'll like Europe - I imagine I'll be cold for the most part.

Little to report back on 'you know who'. He keeps brawling with one of the new recruits, not sure what that's about.

I think often and deeply on what might become of me once this is all over.

Write back soon, or I probably won't receive it for quite some time.

Diana

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The smell of salt filled the air on the banks of the Suez, and Diana could taste it on her tongue as she thumbed the corner of her book, foot dangling over the edge of the wall as her toe brushed against the surface of the water. Withers had been sitting beside her a moment ago, a half-eaten pile of dog treats left in the grass as proof of his disappearance. Fraser must be around here somewhere, then.

To whom could she admit being frightened? The anxiety had tugged at the back of her mind for weeks, the promise of advancing to Europe always lingering on the horizon. Simply by being here, these men had gone further than she ever had. Even now, she was little more than a stone's throw away from the place of her birth in the grand scale of things. She'd only flown once, and it had been the worst night of her life. The ocean seemed the stopping point of her entire world, the thought of sailing away from here to foreign shores secretly terrifying, as if she were an ancient explorer charting the unknown.

Diana Fayed never seemed afraid. But until now, she had always been home.

The others wouldn't understand.

"Come on! You English fucker!"

Her serenity and contemplation swiftly dashed, Diana looked up from her book with a sigh, squinting as she glanced behind her. There was no need to search for the source of the noise. It had scarcely ceased for the last week.

"Look you Scotch cunt, I like a row as much as anyone else-"

"Mornin'," She chirped, thumping her book absent-mindedly against her thigh as she walked past the developing brawl without so much as a glance.

"'Eya, duck," Kershaw grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulder as she stopped beside him. He chuckled along at the sight before them. Diana stared blankly, unimpressed. She glanced over as Dave shook hands with Riley, her brow arching in question. "Bets. Want in?"

She snorted loudly. "Tryna get me in trouble? Nah, you're alright."

"Well, it's not like he'll find out," He shrugged, digging his knuckles against her shoulder in a teasing sort of way. In the month-or-so since Diana had accidentally let slip about kissing Reg, Dave had been little shy of insufferable. She supposed it would have been naive to expect anything else.

"What's this even about at this point?" She sighed.

Pat shrugged. "… You?"

Dave and Diana both turned simultaneously. "What." She asked flatly.

"Well, I mean, it's just a guess. But the whole thing only started after McDiarmid hit on you in that bar back in Cairo."

Her eyes narrowed, gaze slowly returning to the two men in front of them, who were currently being pulled apart to stop them from biting each other's throats out.

"Is that what that was? I just… assumed he was high on something."

Dave let out a bark of laughter, the arm he'd slung around her shoulder tugging her slightly closer. "I wouldn't rule it out!" Diana chuckled, poking an elbow into his side.

"Right, we're running late," She declared, wrapping a hand around one of his fingers and giving it a tug, his arm sliding off her shoulder.

He snorted. "When's that mattered?"

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As the men filed casually into the tent for their briefing, Diana wandered up to Paddy's desk, passing the major without a second glance as she approached and began to wordlessly flip through the files he'd left lying on the table. For as long as she could remember, her father's house had always been littered with military files, left open in the afternoon sun for any prying eye to read. The word 'classified' had never meant much to her.

"Afternoon," Paddy stated pointedly.

Diana hummed, turning the page. "Hey."

"Would ya put that down?" He pressed.

"Almost done."

He stepped closer, arms folded across his chest. "You're not allowed to read those… Maybe y'are, I dunno. What rank are you even s'posed to be?"

She shrugged. "Dunno, I don't pay attention," With a sigh, she tossed the file back onto the desk with a soft thud. "Not like I have anyone to tell all these military secrets to anyway. You think I'd hang around with you lot if I had other friends?"

The faintest of smirks tugged at Paddy's lip, the kind that would have been unnoticeable had she not known him for so long, and he tilted his head towards the rows of chairs, which were now mostly occupied, gesturing for her to sit. Having run out of reasons to protest, Diana obliged, taking the empty seat next to Dave as she scratched at the scar on her arm. A lasting reminder of their last airfield raid and the bullet fragment she'd taken as penance, the skin pulled taught and itched when it got hot - which, out here, was always. Reg was sat behind her, legs outstretched beneath her chair. Reaching out with her foot, she knocked her heel against the toe of his boot and felt him softly kick her back. She resisted the urge to smile.

As Paddy began to speak, any attempt at authority from the man seeming farcical to her, Diana rubbed a hand across the back of her neck, uneven tufts of hair brushing her skin. Each time her hair had begun to grow back in the months since that first chop, she'd pruned it back with a vengeance, cutting slightly shorter each time until she more closely resembled one of those old silent film stars, chic in a way that was simultaneously boyish. Last week she'd gotten drunk and debated the merits of shaving her head. That had struck her as a bit much.

"Yeah, well sardines live in the ocean by Sardinia, Paddy. Looks a lot like a map of Sicily to me, lad," The swell of laughter alerted her to the fact that she'd stopped paying attention, glancing up at the map with a squint.

"Looks like a pig's head," She pointed out flatly, rummaging in her pocket for a cigarette. Finding two, she held one out over her shoulder without sparing Reg a glance, and felt him pluck it from her grip with a muttered 'thanks'.

"That is exactly right - Capo Murro di Porco," Paddy affirmed, and Diana found herself resisting the urge to cringe every time he spoke. She never thought she'd miss the old, infuriating Paddy, who bickered with her like a child and shot gazelles when he got pissed. Then again, there were many things about their time in the desert she was beginning to miss.

David Stirling, you dumb fucking bastard.

Kershaw held up a light, their shoulders bumping together as she leant towards it, a white plume of smoke rising from the tip of her cigarette.

"Whatcha thinkin'?" He uttered.

"Whole thing seems like a plan to get us killed," Diana whispered with a shrug.

"… Same as usual, then?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Because!" Paddy's pitch rose to a yell, quieting the muttering that had begun to fill the tent. Diana and Kershaw leant back in their seats. "Our next mission is utter fucking madness. So we will require the services of mad men."

"Thank you, boss," McDiarmid's distinctive tone rang out from somewhere behind her. "And on that note - I would love to go home, by the way, Sergeant Happy-Face."

"I'll put you on a boat myself, mate," Reg barked back from his seat. Diana rolled her eyes, shooting Dave a glare as she noticed him slip some cash into Riley's hand.

"What?" He shrugged.

"Fuck's sake."

The bickering was rising in volume all over again, the atmosphere growing more tense by the second. She didn't have to turn around to know precisely what Reg was doing - she knew his brow was pinched the way it always did when he was roused to anger, knew his knuckles were clenched and whitened, his shoulders squared and perpetually prepared to throw a punch.

"You're like a wee kettle, boilin' with anger!"

"Shut your mouth!"

A low groan escaped her as the men behind her bolted to their feet, jostling her chair as they fought to restrain Reg and Jock, to keep them from attempting to tear each other's throats out for the second time that afternoon. If she'd slept better the night before, Diana might have been more inclined to tolerate their quarrelling. But as things stood, it was all rather intolerable, the beginnings of a headache blooming in her temple.

With a grunt, she pushed herself to stand, arms swinging casually at her sides as she strolled towards Paddy's desk, arching a brow as she seized his revolver. He tilted his head with a slight nod. Pausing a moment to check the chamber was loaded, Diana tilted the barrel up towards the ceiling, a deafening bang flooding the tent as she pulled the trigger. In an instant, the uproar had ceased, the room falling still. Diana stared up at the smoking hole in the canvas, plucking her cigarette from her lips, a cloud of smoke flooding her nostrils as she inhaled.

"Right then," She muttered, dropping the pistol with a clatter on the table. "Carry on."

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A lawn table sat wonky in the uneven grass at the water's edge, Diana's foot against the crossbeam keeping it from rocking. She tossed a date into her mouth, squinting against the sunlight as it glinted on the water's still surface.

Another fucking Stirling.

It was bad enough that she'd lost the first one - a tolerable one, one she'd actually liked, although it may not have always appeared that way. Now here came another, wanting salutes and order and respect like some fucking toff. Like her father. Like every officer that had ever come into her house and looked down on her for as long as she could fucking remember.

Perhaps she was sulking. She could have gone off with Dave or Pat or Johnny. Or Reg. But instead, she was sitting here, watching a cargo ship trundle past, its bow splitting the blue and sending ripples splashing up against the wall at her feet.

She'd never been allowed to sulk in her youth, back when it was still a quaint folly for children afraid of not getting their way. It was unproductive, and that was one thing her father had never abided by. Any time spent sitting around was time that could have been spent on something more important.

Diana found she rather enjoyed sulking.

Her brow furrowed as she bit down on another date, the honey she'd slathered them with sliding smoothly down her throat as she swallowed, overpowering sweetness a balm against her discontent. The sound of a car pulling up somewhere behind her did not disturb her trance, the hum of engines almost constant and entirely unremarkable in camp.

"Oi!"

She paused, her mind taking a moment to recognise the familiar voice. But once it had, she swivelled in her seat, a grin displacing her irritated scowl as she bolted to her feet, a bubble of laughter escaping her.

Jaspreet's red-painted lips were parted in a grin, bright eyes hidden beneath sunglasses, heels wobbling slightly in the uncut grass. Her dress draped over her shoulders, hanging shapelessly around her in a style that was almost twenty years out of date, but suited her just as well as everything else always seemed to, half-covered by a painted silk robe that rippled with each movement and pooled in the crooks of her elbows as she held out her arms for an embrace. "Holy shit," Diana chuckled, going for a hug without hesitation, squeezing with her forearms to avoid ruining Jaspreet's clothes with the honey that stickied her hands.

"You got my letter?" She asked, eyes squeezed tightly shut, the thick scent of jasmine flowers filling her senses as she breathed in.

"Didn't trust the post to get my reply to you in time," Jaspreet grinned. "Thought I'd be better off coming myself."

"Ah, the joys of unemployment," Diana teased. "C'mon," As she turned back towards the table, she seemed to notice for the first time that there had been two chairs all along, as if even in her irritated search for solitude a part of her had never wanted to be alone. Jaspreet sat down opposite her, painted nails plucking a date from the bowl and tossing it into her mouth. She had sat with her back to the sun, and as she noticed Diana's squint, she took off her sunglasses and slotted them onto her face without a word. There was a silent communication between them as Diana leant forward to receive them, the tinted lenses an appreciated shield against the glare.

"So," Jaspreet began, pausing to lick a smear of honey from her fingertip. "How is it?"

Her chest heaved as she sucked in a long, sharp breath, nodding slowly. "Uh… Yeah… Yunno, you expect - hanging around with a bunch of unwashed men in the desert - that they're gonna smell, but it still surprises you. I mean it is just so-"

"Diana."

She hesitated, brow raised over the rim of her glasses. "… Mhm?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

Diana leant forward, shoving a handful of dates into her mouth all at once. "Oh, God, we don't need to talk about Reg," She shook her head, speaking around the food. "If you tell me you drove all the way here to talk about that, I'm throwing you in the canal."

"I'm just not sure it's a good idea to get all weird about some random guy when you're supposed to be focusing on - y'know - not dying. And he's fucking English at that. At least tell me he's not blonde."

"… Well-"

"You're so predictable," Jaspreet scoffed.

"No- look- it's not weird. We've been doing crazy shit for best part of two years by now, a bit of snogging isn't gonna be the final straw that sends us all for a fucking loop."

"I'm just saying - historically, you haven't handled this kind of thing… all that amazingly."

"You're just saying that 'cause you hated Andrew."

"Damn right."

"Would it help if I said I visited him in the hospital and kinda-sorta lightly tortured him?"

"You fucking what?"

"Doesn't matter," Diana waved a hand dismissively. "You haven't told me about you."

Jaspreet frowned, brow pinched.

"C'mon," Diana urged.

"Fine! Fine!" She threw up a hand in surrender. "I'm fine! … I've got this charity ball thing I'm supposed to be running tomorrow night, raising money for The Red Cross. So it'll be boring but it's for a good cause."

"Aw. You little philanthropist."

"You are such a bitch," Jaspreet chuckled, earning a hearty laugh from Diana. They tittered gradually to quiet, the ghost of her laugh still etched in Jaspreet's smile as she nodded. "But, y'know. I have plans. They're not concrete or anything, but I have them."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," She took a deep breath. "I'm not gonna stay here. Once the war's over, I mean - I'm gonna leave Cairo."

Diana said nothing for a moment, lips pressed tightly together. "Mhm… Yeah, yeah - no, that sounds good… You know where you're gonna go?"

"I was thinking Italy… or Greece, or- somewhere with history, y'know? When I was a kid, my father was financing an archeological dig somewhere outside the city, so he'd take me to visit. I loved just watching them work; just this idea that we were standing on something ancient and important. Might even go back to university and finish a degree this time."

She couldn't pinpoint precisely when, but at some point, listening to Jaspreet, she had begun to smile.

"Good for you. Seriously."

"You think?"

"Absolutely. To see through all this shit and figure out what you want beyond it, I think that's great," Diana nodded, picking absent-mindedly at her fingernails as her gaze fell to her lap.

"… Hey," Jaspreet urged, and the table wobbled on the uneven ground as she reached across it, seizing one of Diana's hands in her own. "You'll get there."

She forced a smile. The prospect of Jaspreet leaving Cairo had knocked the wind out of her for a moment, but frankly, it had been naive even to think it a problem. It was naive to expect she'd live long enough to come back here to see her at all. For some people, the future seemed a given. Hers wasn't. She wasn't sure she'd last the week.

With a somewhat bitter chuckle, she nodded, squeezing her hand affectionately. "You are… much too good to be stuck in one place."

"Right back atcha."

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As the car pulled away, Diana caught Jaspreet's eye in the rearview mirror, offering a limp wave and one final grin of farewell. Hands planted on her hips, she watched the car until it disappeared from sight, and something inside her seemed to deflate, shoulders drooping as she let out a heavy sigh. She scraped a hand through her curls, tugging them out of her face and turning on her heel towards the tents, passing her weight tiredly from foot to foot as she walked.

Reg was coming the other way, weaving between the guylines, a steaming cup of coffee in each hand. The smile that creased her cheek was involuntary, but so slight as to be hardly noticeable. He noticed.

"Hey," She stopped, pausing to give her scar another scratch.

"Was just coming to-… There." Reg nodded, pushing one of the mugs into her hands.

"Oh. Thanks," Diana smiled, taking a sip and wincing as she felt the liquid scald her tongue. "Shit," She hissed, clicking her fingers and jabbing a finger at him as another thought suddenly entered her mind. "Hey. Stop all that weird shit with McDiarmid, 'kay?"

He groaned, rolling his eyes. "He's a prick."

"So are you, I don't give a shit. It's annoying and it's loud and it's giving me a fucking headache… And Pat says you're only pissed at him 'cause he hit on me so- I dunno about that, but knock it off anyway."

Reg's mouth opened and shut like an outraged fish. "I- No- That's- Right, yeah, fine."

"Right, good talk," She cracked a grin, nudging his shoulder as she brushed past, continuing her stride. Lifting the mug to her lips, she took another sip, the temperature slightly more bearable. Yet she winced all the same.

"Oi," Diana called. Reg had begun to walk away in the opposite direction, pausing his stride to look back at her. "Did you make this?"

"Nah."

"It tastes like shit."

He frowned down at his own cup, tentatively slurping a mouthful. He grimaced. "Fuck me."

A laugh escaped her at his look of disgust. "Yeah… D'you wanna find a beer?"

Reg nodded, hesitating so as not to look quite so eager.

"Alright. Yeah."

#fic | damage gets done #oc: diana #sas rogue heroes #sas rogue heroes fic #sas rogue heroes oc #sas: rogue heroes #sas: rh #reg seekings x oc #reg seekings #dave kershaw #paddy mayne #pat riley

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bambi-kinos · 3 months ago

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I'm going to ask some meaningless questions. Do you think Paul has had sexual relationship with other men? Do you think John was his first male sexual partner? Sometimes I think it could be, because they are best friends. Sometimes I don't think so, because John's control over Paul is too strong, leading Paul to have a strong defensive mindset towards him.

Tl;dr - I do think Paul has hooked up with other men and maybe even dated but I don't think it's anyone that he was publicly friends with.

When it comes to Paul and sex with other men, that's still a black hole making us go "wtf." Technically Paul's first sexual experiences with other men were the group circlejerks and that's actually a very common initiation experience for guys. (All men are spiritually gay. Joking...or am I?) That being said it's pretty safe to say that John was Paul's first one on one experience with another guy. John is the only person Paul trusted enough for that, Paul otherwise does rapid risk assessments and usually (though not always) decides that it's not worth it. Paul does like physical risk and adrenaline but that's more like stuntman stuff. I don't think Paul has sex with other men unless he trusts them absolutely or otherwise has reason to think he won't be harmed by it. That narrows Paul's candidate pool considerably.

I think Paul is really too canny to hook up with anyone he had public ties with. He has a quote floating around where he makes fun of the press because he knew they were looking for a secret flat and a secret mistress hidden away in it and that he was proud of strategizing around that by living with the Ashers for as long as he did. He said that all of his hook ups (with women) were done by going back to the lady's home and doing it there. So he dodged media scandal by simply not having a secret flat with a mistress and a love child hidden away.

I think that Paul would handle his male hook ups the same way. I think that he would be similarly cold and calculating like he is with his female hook ups. He makes sure there is no smoking gun. I find it telling that we only have two real examples of potential datemates for Paul that aren't John: Robert Fraser and Denny Laine. And I believe they're both disqualified based off of what we know about Paul's preferences and his canniness, at least in the context of this specific question.

I don't think that Paul had sex with Robert Fraser because 1) they were friends and 2) Bob was gay. That meant he was the obvious choice for public speculation about Paul having a gay fling. Which meant he was no choice at all in real world terms. That's not to say Paul didn't enjoy manipulating Fraser or that he wasn't willing to dangle the chance at sex in front of him as a carrot to make Fraser do what Paul wanted, but something I've noticed about Groovy Bob is that he was extremely sycophantic and a wet noodle. Paul doesn't respect a suck up. Paul respects people who are good at getting what they want and that wasn't Fraser. He didn't have much in terms of what I would call a backbone, though that doesn't mean he wasn't strong in other ways.

Paul "liked" Robert Fraser the same way Paul "loves" Nancy. Not because he is swept up in some sort of powerful emotion but because Fraser::Nancy are conduits to something Paul needs (that "need" being high society and influence.) And they happily allow Paul to dictate all the terms of their relationship with him. No matter how much of a control freak Paul is, he does not respect people who knuckle under like that. Fraser never stood up to Paul, he allowed Paul to belittle and humiliate him sexually when Paul interrogated him about his sexual experiences at school. Paul took Fraser to Paris with him explicitly to piss John off, a remarkable demonstration of how far Paul was willing to go to use another human being as a game piece in his sex games with John. And Fraser went along with it, demonstrating that he was happy and eager to be controlled and used. And look there's nothing wrong with that if that's your thing but it does indicate to me that he was not trustworthy enough for Paul to have sex with. And Paul is smart enough to know that. Paul likes people with a backbone which is why he put up with Heather Mills for so long. That's not to say that their friendship wasn't genuine or that the quote about "Robert meant freedom" wasn't based in genuine emotion, but Paul always talks about Fraser in materialistic terms. Who Fraser introduced him to, what paintings Fraser got Paul, how useful Fraser was to the Beatles business. Which says a lot about what exactly Paul meant by "freedom."

The other credible candidate that we know of is Denny Laine. It's common speculation that Denny was in a threesome with Paul and Linda which I guess would qualify him as a sexual partner to Paul? But I'm actually hesitant to award that because I don't think a threesome counts as a gay experience due to the presence of Linda. I also think that Paul would not have fucked Denny due to the same reasons he wouldn't have fucked Fraser. If Paul and Denny had sexual contact than Linda was the mitigator and Paul wouldn't have done it one on one. I respect Denny as an artist but he's not someone capable of standing up to Paul, he was permanently on the backfoot because he owed Paul his career. They both knew that and since Denny wasn't willing to give Paul attitude well... Nothing in Paul's character or behavior makes me think he would deign to fuck a sycophant. Which a Denny was, despite his talent and work ethic.

And again there's a big disqualifier that includes both of them: they were men with public ties to Paul, therefore he can't fuck them because that's a liability. Paul has sex with men who take him back to his flat and that he doesn't otherwise know and who don't necessarily care about him.

I don't think there will ever be a satisfactory answer. It's not just John's hold on Paul to consider (though I agree that matters) it's the question of "is Paul willing to fuck or be fucked by a man that isn't John?" And looking at what a control freak Paul is, how wary he is of scandal, it doesn't seem very likely that he'd hook up with other men often if at all. If Paul does have sex with other men then it's in the form of hiring male sex workers and then giving them NDAs that are longer than The Lord of the Rings. And why would he go to all that trouble when he can just have sex with a nice lady, which keeps his reputation intact?

And then there's the question of sexual fidelity and loyalty. I wonder if John was so special to Paul that he doesn't have sex with other men because he feels it would betray John and what they meant to each other. Paul was jealous of John's relationships and I feel safe assuming he hated it when John had sex with other people. So I wonder if Paul would avoid sexual encounters with other men out of loyalty to John and the tattered remains of what they once were.

Personally, I think that Paul does have sex with other men. There's one candidate in particular that I think he was enamored with and would have had a relationship with if things had gone right for once in Paul's life. But the identities of these men will never be known because Paul knows better than to leave evidence behind for anyone to find. And I think it would be infrequent because Paul would feel like he was betraying John and the exclusivity they never had.

I do wonder if Paul and Ringo started having sex in the 1990s but it's not based in anything except that they would be two injured animals comforting each other.

As you can see my answers are all over the place, I've tried to make this come together (lel!!!) into a cohesive whole but it just kind of...refuses. And that's because Paul has done such a good job of keeping this shit locked up tight.

#mclennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #beatles meta #my meta #john lennon #talktalktalk #anonymous asks #robert fraser #denny laine

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