Summary: First date, fist kiss...?
Prequel to Under the lemon tree
Part of the Memory in a Fragrance series
Warning : T-M rating. Fluff.
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Double check. Triple check. Right. Deep breath in. Everything is there. Picnic mat, food in the basket.. Oh, can’t forget the bottle of ice wine that is sitting in the fridge…
Kyle Garrick couldn’t remember when was the last time he was so nervous in his life. His first mission? His first school performance?
He seriously couldn’t remember.
But he knows he doesn’t want to mess up this date with you.
“Come on Gaz! I haven’t seen you for yonks!!! You’ll be in London for a while, right?” Will asked.
“Yes…?” Knowing his friend, he senses there is more than just a meet up.
“Good! Now there is a girl I want you to meet.”
Knew it.
“Look, I am not interested in dating at the moment…” And it is a valid excuse. The amount of time he spent being deployed, it wouldn’t be fair to whoever he will be trying to date. He has given up on the idea of finding his other half since he joined the force.
“Give me a chance, trust me on this. You will love her. They are totally your type.”
“And how do you know who is my type?”
“I just know.”
Gaz shouldn’t have doubted his friend.
He felt his jaw drop open as he landed his sight on you.
“So this is the handsome man I've been telling you about!” Will laughed and smacked Gaz on the back, encouraging him to introduce himself.
“Um, hello, Kyle Garrick… but people call me Gaz.” Gaz wiped his sweaty hand on his pants quickly, before extending it out for a handshake.
He noticed your eyes widened for a second, a flash of surprise? Before returning the gesture and introducing yourself.
The two of you hit off straight away. Similar taste in music, love in handcrafts and baking, and surprisingly well versed in video games,
“older siblings.” you smiled.
Oh, you have a beautiful smile. Now where has he seen that smile before…..
By the end of night, after another subtle shove and nudge from Will, Gaz summoned his courage to ask you out on a date.
“There’s a beautiful lemon tree in the middle of the Botanic garden, surrounded by rose bushes, should we meet there?” You suggested.
You looked absolutely stunning in the white sundress, dotted with little lemon motifs.
“I can see a pattern here.” Gaz chuckled as he saw your eyes lit up as he brought out his mother’s signature lemon cheesecake from the picnic basket.
“I love lemon. Or anything citrus related.” You smiled as you thanked him for the slice of cake. “It reminds me of a pleasant childhood memory.”
Closing your eyes, rolling your head back slightly as you took a bite of the cake, letting out a satisfying moan.
Gaz swallowed hard, face heating up, trying hard not to let his mind venture into unsavoury territories.
He couldn’t resist. Leaning forward, cupping your face with both of his hands, staring into your eyes, silently seeking for permission.
Dropping your sight towards his lips, and back up again before tilting your head up and meeting your lip with his.
Gaz deepened the kiss as you shuffled yourself closer to him, looping your arms around his neck.
The taste of lemon, wine and strong smell of roses from the rose bushes surrounding the both of you. He felt if there was a perfect moment in the world, this is it.
“This might be a strange thing to say but… I felt like I have known you forever.” Gaz whispered as he broke the kiss, staring at your beautiful watery orbs. He felt no shame at all confessing his love for you.
He has fallen hard.
One date in, no, not even the end of the date and he knows you are the one.
He’s not going to let you go. No amount of excuses will he let you slip through his fingers.
That flash of surprise again in your eyes, just like the first night you two met. Battering your eyes a few times as you try hard not to let the tears fall, you replied with mystery words.
“Maybe we have.”
The words Gaz said to Reader.. were pretty much exact same words my S/O said to me when we first met.
Thanks for reading :)
Tag list ( I don’t know who to tag, I’m just tagging people that showed interest in my Gaz fics from last time also the fragrance list. )
I always think the imagine of OG Soap is what Soap will look like in this early 40s ( yes blame that Dilf idea, blame Price, blame Pedro pascal )
Imaging reader and Soap together for yrs ( early 40s ) and they are still lovey dobey as the day they met. Smutty or not up to you 😏😏
Magic Man
Author: @deadbranch
Pairing: Captain MacTavish x fem!OCWife
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, pregnancy, limited descriptions of anatomy (f & m), implied oral sex (f receiving) fluff, mention of past angst, mention of refugee status, flirting, language you wouldn’t use in polite company, OC is cishet female and not a native English speaker
Summary: Soap looks back on the years of being married to the most wonderful woman in the world. And to think they didn’t even speak the same language when they met.
Word Count: 782
A/N: I was listening to an old Heart vinyl when I started writing this. You can read into the context. I dare you. I love @sofasoap, so even though I received this ask weeks ago it took me this long to come up with an idea worthy of the ask. Happy Super Soap Sunday, gang!
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MAGIC MAN
Soap wraps his arms around his wife. He wakes up every day wondering how he got so bloody lucky.
“John?” she asks in her clear and beautiful voice as she dries her hands on a dishtowel. “What would you like for breakfast?”
He tightens his arms around her, placing a kiss against her shoulder through her cotton concert shirt.
“You mean besides you?” His muffled chuckle prompts her to turn around in his arms.
“You want seconds, then?” She asks unabashedly.
Soap remembers when she didn’t know the meaning of his words, but she still looked flustered when his eyes were on her.
She’d been through a lot. He didn’t want her to feel vulnerable, exposed, so he protected her from the others. It wasn’t part of the mission description, but he was prepared to tell command to fuck off.
When they met again two years later, her English had improved. She thanked him for how he protected her in the refugee camp and now she’s teaching her native language at university, not far from base.
His love for her began in the refugee camp, but Soap fell in love with her over dinner as she described her new life.
Soap reaches beneath her concert tee and chuckles again as she writhes in his arms. He breathes against her neck as he fondles her.
“I love how these feel when you’re pregnant,” he whispers before pressing his lips to hers, his tongue sneaking into her mouth, his right thumb passing over her left nipple.
“That explains why we have so many children…” she chides before tipping her head back and letting a moan escape into the otherwise quiet kitchen.
“So many? Only three…”
“And one on the way…”
“Aye. But we always have a good time wi’ one on the way…” he reminds her as he slots a knee between her legs, pinning her to the counter behind her.
She cares to remember little from the time before. But she remembers the day she met John MacTavish.
He was a young officer then, but she didn’t know it. She had no context. She only knew hunger and pain from the previous months after the police disappeared and warlords emerged.
All she knew was he wore a uniform, was shouting in some other language, and he carried a rifle. When he spoke to her, his eyes were soft, and his words were unknown to her at the time.
She wishes she could return to those moments and know what he said to her. Her easy command of English does nothing to help her remember what he said in his gentle attempts to ease her fear.
After he found her, she had expected him to hurt her. To take her by force. That’s what men in uniforms do, is it not? But John never touched her beyond a gentle squeeze of her shoulder.
She fell in love with him years later. They were at the village fete. He won an ugly teddy bear for her, and she cried as she held it. Three years of unspent emotion spilled out in public. John quickly escorted her home.
Rather than merely dropping her off he made her tea and held her as she cried.
John lifts her by the back of her thighs. As he leans back, he helps guide her legs over his hips. He carries her to the bedroom, her kisses making it difficult to talk. Her strategy to shut him up has always been to kiss him into breathlessness.
As he sets her down on the bed still rumpled from the previous night, he looks down on her with the most contented and pleased expression.
“I love you so fuckin’ much,” he whispers.
“I love you, John.” She beckons to him as she leans back against the pillows behind her.
As he crawls up the bed toward her, she pulls off her shirt and starts to wiggle out of her knickers.
He stops her before she’s completely bare. “Keep these on for now. Seems more naughty…”
“But I thought I was a good girl? Or did you lie to me last night?” She giggles as his mouth closes around her left nipple. He lifts his head to reply.
“Oh no…you are a good girl. But you’re a woman of many talents. You fuckin’ minx…”
“John? You know I love it when you talk too much…”
“But?” He mumbles around her nipple as she runs her fingers through his mohawk.
“Your mouth is obviously not busy enough…”
Soap smiles that wicked smile of his before kissing down her stomach toward her knickers.
Gaz looked down, noticing a little girl, not much older than five, looking up at him with curious eyes.
He raised his eyebrow. Hands on his waist, puffing up his chest, he proudly introduced himself.
“I am Kyle. Who are you??”
The little girl introduced herself.
“Play with me Kyle.”
“Why?”
“Because my brother and his friends don't want to play with me.” The girl pouted. “They think I am too young and I will hurt myself.”
“Well you are very young…” Kyle pointed out.
“ I am old enough! I am FIVE!” As if to emphasis on the point, she raised her hand, all fingers splayed out.
“Well I am eight, you ARE too young to play with me too.”
Little girl’s face crumbled as Kyle made the announcement.
Kyle felt bad as he looked at the girl, mouth wobbling and trying her hardest to hold back the tears.
He sighed. “Alright. What do you want to do?”
The girl’s eyes instantly lit up. Pointing up at the lemon tree, she jumped up and down, “I want to pick some lemon!!! Can you boost me up??”
Kyle looked up the lemon tree, full of fruits, with sunshine peeking through the leaves.
Gaz slowly opened his eyes. Not even seven o’clock in the morning and the sun is shining straight into his eyes.
Trying to stretch out, but he stopped as he noticed you clinging onto him, arms and legs wrapped around his torso, head buried into his chest, lightly snoring away.
He smiled. Lowering his head to give you a light kiss on your head, inhaling your scent.
“Morning..” you mumbled as you stirred awake.
“Morning love. Had a good sleep?”
“ mmmm Hmmmmm.” Yawning away, “You are up early. I thought you would have slept in.”
Shaking his head, “Woken up in the middle of the dream with that sun shining into my eyes. Couldn’t go back to it afterwards.”
“What were you dreaming about?” Unlatching your legs as both of you shift around, Gaz lying on his back while you tuck to his side, with his arm wrapped around you.
“Someone I used to see every summer when my parents took us camping.” Gaz closed his eyes again as he recalled the memories.
Kyle looked down at the girl, as she scoop another spoonful of sorbet into her mouth, sighing with content.
“You really like the lemon sorbet here, don’t you?” Kyle chuckled.
Licking her lip, she nodded. “They make the best lemon sorbet here.” She kicks her feet.”Ma said they use the lemon from this tree.” She pointed up. “Summer isn’t complete if I don’t get this sorbet.”
He laughed. “You sound like an old adult with that statement.”
“I am ten. I am old enough.”
“Kyle.”
“Yes?”
“You ever kissed anyone before?”
“Of… of course!!” Kyle choked on his lemonade and stuttered. He hasn’t. But being the older one, he has to pretend he is more experienced than her.
She looked down. “I haven’t.” Tilting her thinking for a few seconds, as if she came up with the most brilliant idea in the world. “ Can I kiss you Kyle??”
Kyle’s mouth opened and closed a few times. Should he refuse? But he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. But he likes you too… but……
“… and the girl gave you a peck on the cheek, and proceeded to run around the field singing the sound of music with excitement. Few seconds later she fell on her face after she tripped over a rock??”
“How do you?!!!” Gaz sat up, looking down at you with disbelief.
You smiled. Pointing at the faint little scar on your forehead.
Why hasn’t he noticed before? The eyes, that smile…
“Do you know how hard I cried when your family didn’t turn up again after that year??” You look down, poking lightly at the side of his muscular thigh. “I was so heartbroken. I thought that was it, I will never like another boy again.”
“Well, you can always like girls…”
Laughing as you slap his thigh, “I was shocked when my friend introduced me to you. I wasn’t sure at first, but…” looking up at him, a bit of tears in your eyes, “The way you smile, your eyes.. the way you talk…” leaning into the side of his abs, “When we finally kissed, that feeling, I was a hundred percent it was you, the Kyle I have missed from all those years ago.”
Gaz remembered the slight hesitation and the flash of surprise he saw in your eyes when your common friend introduced each other for the first time. That familiarity, that slight citrus perfume scent you always wear. It reminds me of a pleasant childhood memory. You mentioned once when he asked you about your obsession with citrus fruit.
Sliding back down in the bed again, gently pulling you into his embrace. “ We found each other again.”
My first kiss.
My first love.
Tag list ( I don’t know who to tag, I’m just tagging people that showed interest in my Gaz fics from last time also the fragrance list. )
Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader (AKA Mini MacTavish)
Summary: Winter moment with Riley family
Part of Memory in a Fragrance series
Part of Mini MacTavish series : post - And life goes on
Warning : T-M rating. Fluff.
A/N: This is for @okayyadriana , bit of Simon non Angst comfort for you :)
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Winter is your favourite time of the year.
Season for snow, roaring fire, comfort food, hot chocolates.
Closing your eyes, inhaling. The charred smell from the burning wood, mixed with the distinctive weapon oil,gunpowder sandalwood and vanilla.
Smell of comfort, home, safety.
Smell of Simon Riley.
“Tired?” Simon whispered as he put his book down, caressing your hair lovingly.
“Just relaxing.” You smiled as you snuggled further into him.
“Ma, Da.” Your head turned slightly, hearing the slight clinking sound of tray and mugs being set down on the side table. “ Two hot chocolates with a dash of whisky as requested. And Oh.” Turning back to dash into the kitchen and returning with a metal box.”Some Kletzenbrot that Uncle König sent over.”
“You mean Alex sent it over.” Tiny chimed in.
“Haud yer wheesht TINY!!!” Aileen blushed and tried to shush her brother up from spilling out secrets.
It’s one of the rare occasions the whole family is home for winter breaks. You couldn’t even remember when was the last time the family of five gathered together for the winter festive season.
Usually Simon and Soap will be called away for special missions, or the twins and their cousin had to be on standby at the base, leaving you with little Kylie to spend Christmas with your sister in law and rest of the children.
“I thought I told you to stay away from that boy.” You feel your husband’s body tenses up, chest rumbling as he voices his disapproval.
“LOVE.” “DA!” You patted Simon's chest, trying to soothe him.
“I like Alex, he is nice to me.” Little Kylie pouted, Simon’s eyes softened as he looked down at his youngest daughter, sitting in front of the fireplace with her brother,concentrating on knitting a scarf with the knitting machine Gaz got for her as a birthday present. “Uncle König makes the best desserts.Can we invite their family over next time??”
You had to stifle a laugh when you heard Simon grumbling away, “We’ll see.” He just couldn’t say no to his daughters.
“Well Tiny,” Aileen, turning towards her brother. “Who was that person I saw you chatting away in the barrack last time? You seem to be pretty close to them, hm??”
Tiny glared at his sister, who seemed to be pleased with her revenge.
Your ear perked up, but the bickering of the twins together with their younger sister drowned any recognisable conversation. Guess the gossip about your son’s love life will have to wait for another day.
You feel Simon relaxed back into the couch, pulling you back into his lap as he picks his book back up again, resume reading with a slight smile on his face.
Funny enough. I think it was @sprout-fics that got me into fandom. at least she was partly to blame :P
I was a long time follower of her Din Djarin fic on Ao3. One day I decided to check out her bookmarks and other works, I came across soap/reader or something similar. I thought to myself who in the Fxxx has a name like that? ( ... looking at myself with my online name. oops) and I went down a rabbit hole after that.
@saltofmercury solidified my obssession with König .. and gifted me with Mini Mactavish. rest is history.
I am glad I crash into this fandom by accident. the moots I have met along the way ( and misses the ones that has disappeared all of sudden. I hope you are all well. ) it has been a wild ride, and I hope this thirst for the CoD men and women will last a bit longer.
*hugs* I'm grateful I met you. You're one of my longstanding mutuals from the beginning of my time in the fandom and I appreciate how you treat people, how you welcome everyone to join us. The way you support & interact is what makes fandom a community, and you are an inspiration to me.
I hope this thirst for CoD characters continues, too. :D
Finally figured out what I’m going to do for reaching 300 followers and I’m honestly so excited about it!
(Major thank you to @sofasoap cause I was struggling so hard with what I wanted to do but I also added my own little twist to it in a way so super exited about all of it!)
