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Fireside Whiskey
As per usual, I got carried away with this one.....
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish and Fem Reader
This is an angsty version of a drabble request @deadbranch sent in, which can be found here. This is my first time ever writing angst, so apologies if its not very good. Feedback is greatly appreciated, I'd like to get a better handle at this side of writing. Much love, and sorry for the feels.
18+ MDNI Angst into fluff. Some suggestive themes. Overwhelmed reader may be a bit triggering. And of course a touch of smut.
AN: I was going to keep this drabble pretty angsty, but the fluff took over. I don't even know if I like this, but here we are.
It was a stupid, fickle little thing. You hated everything about it. The attention, the gifts, the constant reminder of another year gone by. Everyone else wanted you to have fun, enjoy the time with friends and reminisce on the past 365 days. But you couldn’t care less. The barrage of acquaintances, people who only came out on certain occasions had you overstimulated and down right annoyed. All you wanted to do was get home and bathe yourself in complete solitariness. You had to make due, put on the happy face and deal with it, at least until everyone else had their fill. Once the alcohol took effect and inhibitions would begin to wane you would make your exit. Creep out the backdoor and disappear into beautiful loneliness.
The opportunity never presented itself, but you had to to get out. Blaming it on a headache, you thanked the hostess and the partygoers for a wonderful time and bid them all farewell, relieved to be out of the claustrophobic event. The drive home was quiet, albeit the balloons in the back of your car seemed to make a mockery of you. Blissfully floating on nothing without a care in the world. You longed for that. Wishing the worries of the world would be carried away like a breeze along a turbulent sea. Alas, there was no hope. Except for one.
He stayed home, giving you the space he thought you needed. That’s what he told you, but you could read between the lines. Hear the gears spinning inside his head, You told him not to fret over it,
“It's not that big of a deal John. You know I don’t care for birthdays and I don’t want you worrying about it. You’ve got enough on your mind already.”
You tried not to scold him, you know he always meant well. But the broken down look on his face made your heart ache.
“I know lass, but it’s important t’me. Ya e’erythin t’me, y’know.”
John was quiet, somber. His voice barely audible above the bustling city outside. If you stayed any longer you’d only get mad, and John didn’t deserve your anger. You’d save that for the world that took him away from you for months at a time.
“I’ve gotta go, I’m gonna be late.”
And with that you were out the door. Slamming it shut, the reverberations cascading through the wooden frame and deep into the marrow of your bones.
Your mind was awash in emotion and endless thoughts. Like the steady stream of lights going by they were merely a glimpse of the past year, yet held so much memory and feeling you felt overwhelmed by it all. You wanted to escape, be rid of it all even for just one night. You wanted to feel nothing and everything all at once. Your tormented mind stewed within its confines, the brewed concoction sifting through the walls of your veins and bleeding out through your pores and into the void. An all consuming aura wrapped around you like a vice, tightening its grip with every breath. Your body trembled, knuckles white on the steering wheel and skin so taut you thought you would tear at the seams. Only one stoplight left, then home. Away from it all, closed off to the world and shed the societal skin you were always obliged to wear.
The light was still on in your dining room as you pulled into your driveway. No doubt John was going to wait up for you. The ever gentleman he was, molded from years of military training and discipline. You decided to leave the pesky balloons in your car, let them deflate and succumb to the world around them. And you didn’t want to bring anything else into the sanctity of your home. You had left in a strained state, and it would behoove you to leave it all outside the door.
As you opened the door you were met with the soft smell of lavender and jasmine, its scent flowing over you like fog over a gentle shore. It quelled the knot inside you, its grip loosening with every breath and beat of your overburdened heart. He remembered. Of course he did. Lavender to help relax, jasmine to clear your mind. The thought of it made your skin blush. A warm tingle caressing over the delicate hairs of your body. You let it envelope you, allow it to absorb your worries and take them out to the wayside. Gently you closed the door and as you turned you saw him, your John, sitting at the head of your dining room table.
“Hiya, bonnie.”
The past was forgotten; he was never one to dwell over anything that couldn’t be fixed over a simple conversation. You smiled at him, the warm ambience of your home doing its job perfectly, ridding you of the cold woes you had left outside your door.
“Hey, Johnny.”
Quiet, soft, barely above a whisper. But to his ears they were a beacon. That was his cue. Not John, not Soap. Johnny.
As he rose from the chair your heart began to race, not from worry or misconception. But from love. In its most purest of forms.
“I know y’didn’t want nothin’, but I had already gotten t’candles. Thought this might be t’best time for ‘em. Help ya relax a bit, yeah.”
In your previous state you would have taken offense to it; emotions blinding the context of what he implied. Johnny wasn’t being facetious, he was being genuine. He knew you would want to come home to warmth and simplicity. As he closed the gap between you, his arms stretched out and you caught a glimpse of the small ornate box in the palm of his hand.
“Soap MacTavish, that better not be what I think it is.”
Your playful quip had an edge of potency to it, but it only elicited a curling smirk to the face of your loving Scot.
“I ain’t gettin’ down on one knee, lass. If that’s what’yer implyin.”
His features were soft; eyes like cerulean pools that you would happily drown yourself in, and lips so subtle you could almost feel them on your own.
You placed one hand underneath his and let the other remove the top of the box, the small golden circular top inside glistened within the dim lights of your living room. Delicately you wrapped your fingers around it and brought it into view, and the sight of it made your heart jump. Fireside Whiskey. A candle, his candle. The same one you bought for him on your first date. The same one he brought with him on all his missions. That same one you knew he pleasured himself to as he thought of you half a world away. You never told him it was your favorite, you had given it to him as a gift and left it at that. You treasured the occasional waft of it when he returned from his missions, mixing with the scent of sweat and sand into a hypnotic-like aroma. But this was wholly different.
“Need ta make some new memories wi’this bonnie. An’I know ya taken a shine to it. Ya like to linger aroun’ me a bit more when I let it burn before I see ya.”
No wonder he was a sniper, absolutely nothing got past him. You thought you were coy but he picked it up right from the beginning. Smart bastard.
Removing its golden top you brought it up to your nose and inhaled its sweet sultry scent. You closed your eyes, the smell of it traveled straight to your core and the thought of Johnny working himself to it played within the dark recesses of your mind. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, the feel of Johnny’s arm around your waist flashing your eyes open and away from the blissful sight you had created.
“Johnny..” you cooed as your body became flush with his, pressing his hand into the small of your back and making it apparently aware of the hardening erection buried within his pants. Johnny’s lips went straight to the curve of your neck, tasting your sweet flesh like a man starved for an eternity.
“That’s it bonnie, gonnae be s’good t’ya tonight. Make ya forget bout all’hat. Make ya cum s’good.”
You loved it when he babbled, so lost in the moment he couldn’t contain himself. You placed the candle on the table and brought your hands to cup the frame of his skull, fingers running through the pronounced mohawk atop his head. Your body melded with his, intertwined as his hands traversed over the flesh of your back and hips. You reveled in it, this was the everything you wanted to feel. Him. All of him.
“Take me to bed, Johnny.”
Without any hesitation his arms wrapped your waist and hoisted you up level with his hips, a playful scream escaping your lips at the sudden rigid movement. As he began to walk down the hall to your shared room you pointed back to the table in your living room.
“The candle Johnny, you forgot the candle.”
You couldn’t hide the giggle in your voice, especially as he swung you around like you weighed nothing at all.
“Ah shit, that’s t’whole fuckin point t’this.”
Quickly Johnny backtracked and grabbed the candle, putting it gently into your hands.
“Happy birthday, bonnie.”
Taking it from him you couldn’t help but crash your lips into his, letting his mouth devour you. Promptly you gave his tongue permission; he tasted sweet like cinnamon, smoke, and…whiskey. You wrapped your arms around his neck, basking in the everything that Johnny was giving you. The world disappeared, closed off, alone. Just the way you wanted it to be. It was going to be a very happy birthday indeed.
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#fireside whiskey#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#angsty soap#soap squad#soap squad 🧼#i have an obsession with scented candles#fireside whiskey is my absolute favorite
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alright fuck it somebody's gotta ask for some fluff around here. i want in the soop vibes !!! but it's just you and yoongi settling into the place you've rented for a weekend away bc you're forcing him to take a break. you share expensive whiskey and he cooks for you and it's domestic and CUTE (and like it could get smutty if you waaaaant idk idk). ok love you you're doing amazing sweetie !!!
❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader
❀ Summary: A cozy trip to the woods is exactly what you and Yoongi need to manage your stress. You especially love the moments when Yoongi gets to enjoy you right by the fireside.
❀ Word Count: 2,352
❀ Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smut
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
❀ Warnings: Teeth-rotting fluff, Yoongi and reader are really touching but in a cutesy way, recreational drinking but no one gets drunk, explicit language, explicit sexual content including nipple play, vaginal fingering, a little bit of overstimualtion, light teasing, and a lot of WAP.
❀ Published: August 1, 2023
❀ A/N: It’s cool it only took me an entire year to finish this request for the literal love of my entire life. And the best part? They’re now back to read it! Thank you for being my best friend and my light in the dark and the moon to my stars and also for picking oral or fingies even though I don’t know if you knew what you were picking them for skdjgndfigdh te quireo mas, mi vida.
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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Yoongi squeezes the back of your neck gently, making you look up from your book poised in your lap. Smoke from the grill catches on the wind and blows south, carrying the smell of sizzling meat. Yoongi doesn’t look at you, flipping pork belly with one hand while keeping his other hand on you.
“Will be ready in five,” he informs you, eyes inspecting the grilling vegetables on the top layer of the grill. “Better finish your chapter.”
You smile at that, pleased that he knows that you won’t want to get up from the chair you’ve drawn across the porch to sit next to him until you finish your chapter. Nodding, you dive back into your book, determined to finish before Yoongi’s done grilling.
It’s hard to concentrate, though. Dinner smells amazing, the smoky scent of meal and glazed veggies filling the porch. The weight and warmth of Yoongi’s hands as he kneads the muscles of your neck is comforting, Yoongi determined to keep his hold on you despite cooking.
Moments like this are few and far in between. Instead of reading, you take a second to soak it all in. Around your rented cabin is a stretch of evergreens and mountains, the blue sky turning liquid gold as the sun sets somewhere beyond the peak of the mountains.
Evening blankets the woods around you, urging the crickets to start up their nightly hymns and birds to flit from tree to tree as they head to their nests for the night. It’s not quite autumn yet, but there’s a chill in the air at this elevation, chased away by Yoongi’s closeness and the smoking grill.
“Come on,” he urges gently, giving you one more squeeze. “Ready.”
“I didn’t finish my chapter.”
“With all that staring into the trees, I’m not surprised. You looking for bears out there?”
“I was living in the moment. Plus, maybe a werewolf will appear.”
“Hmm. Come live in the moment with this pork before you turn into a werewolf from hunger.”
Dinner is spread out on a picnic bench table, platters of meat and vegetable skewers and steaming sides. Yoongi slides on the bench next to you, bumping your shoulder. He leans and gives you a gentle kiss on your head before turning to the food, reaching for skewers.
You flush with warmth, smiling over at him. Having him to yourself like this is wonderful. He’s warm and calm, smelling like cedar and smoke. Leaning into him a bit, you load your plate, both of you eating in silence as you watch the sky shift through layers of gold to pink and purple.
String lights on timers buzz above you, lighting the porch in warm, gold light. The air is chilly by the time you finish your meal, full and satiated. Together, you pick up what’s left and head inside, a shiver crawling up your spin from the breeze.
“I’ll start a fire,” Yoongi murmurs, smacking your ass as you head to the kitchen full of plates. You squeal and he laughs, deep and throaty.
When you’re done with the dishes, you pour two glasses of whisky. You stop just behind the couch, watching him as he stretches to spread out the corner of a blanket. There are piles of pillows surrounding him and extra blankets, a nest of his own creation in front of a warm, crackling fire.
Yoongi looks cozy. His nose is a little red from being outside and his long hair is tucked under a beanie. He’s shed the flannel he had on earlier, now in just sweatpants and a t-shirt that stretches across his shoulders. You don’t remember when he got so broad, but your stomach does a flip as you watch him, taking in all the things you’ve missed in the last few, very stressful months.
Sensing your stare, Yoongi looks up at you. His face brightens immediately, a small smile appearing on his face. “Hi.”
“You look cozy,” you tease.
“Missing the main ingredient.” He sits down and pats the space in between his legs. “Come on.”
Giddy, you hurry over to Yoongi, who takes the glasses from your hand and sets them to the side. Yoongi leans back against the rows of pillows he’s wedged up in front of the couch, legs spread for you. You sit down gently between them, your legs kicked out in front of you as you lean back into Yoongi’s warmth.
Cedar and smoke wrap around you. You can feel Yoongi’s heart beating through your back as you melt into him, sighing. He brings his arms around you, lifting one of the glasses for you to take.
“Better,” Yoongi hums, voice like velvet. “Much better.”
Leaning your head into the crook between his neck and shoulder, you tip your glass back, swigging the smoky, burning whisky. You make a content sound, drawing a laugh from Yoongi. The sound rumbles against you.
“Let’s stay here forever,” you mutter, gazing at the crackling flames. “We don’t need to go back.”
“Okay.”
“Really, just like that?”
You feel him shrug behind you. “I’m always down to do what you want. If you’re a bird, I’m a bird and all that.”
“God did you watch The Notebook with Jimin again?”
Yoongi’s laughter is louder this time. “Maybe so.”
Night stretches on and your whisky glass empties. It’s not enough to make you feel buzzed, but you feel snug in Yoongi’s arms, turning your head to press your nose against his neck. He shivers behind you and you giggle, nuzzling him further.
Yoongi nudges the glasses further away. His hands wrap around your middle and he squeezes you, turning his head so that his mouth rests against your forehead. Your skin buzzes where his lips are pressed, warm and wet as his tongue slips out and across your forehead.
“Ewww, Yoongi!”
He laughs. “What do you mean ‘ew’? You weren’t saying ew last night when my tongue was in that pussy.”
Yoongi’s words are heavy. They sink right through you to your core, a lick of arousal hot in your stomach as his hands drift from your waist to your thighs. Even through sweats, your skin heats up as his palms skate gently over the fabric, fingers squeezing as they go.
You squirm in his lap and Yoongi tuts, making you go boneless. Burying your face in his neck, you let his hands brush back up and under the hem of your shirt, jumping when his calloused fingers make contact with the softness of your stomach. A small sound escapes you, his tough featherlight and sending chills up your spine.
Every drag of his touch across your skin makes you feel hotter than the fireplace in front of you. You suck in a sharp breath as he drags his fingers on the underside of your breasts, soft-slow touch driving you mad. You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your back into him as you arch a little, unable to sit entirely still.
Yoongi just laughs, the sound like honey dripping in your ears.
“Kiss me,” he says softly, nudging you with his head.
It feels like your head weighs a ton when you lift it to look up at him, your world spinning. His gaze is dark, smile lazy as he leans forward, pressing your lips to his. Yoongi’s mouth is slow and decadent, sucking at your bottom lip gently before pressing his tongue against your lips.
Years ago when you’d kissed Yoongi for the first time, you knew that no one else could kiss you like this. No one else could brush their tongue against yours, making your thighs squeeze together with just the simple melding of mouths. Now, you can’t get enough of his wet mouth on yours, leaning up into him as he hum-laughs at your eagerness.
Distracted, you barely realize that his hands are cupping your tits now until his thumbs brushing gently over your hardened nipples. You gasp into his mouth and he doesn’t let up, turning the slow kiss into something a little more demanding, a little hungrier.
Yoongi could swallow you whole and you’d let him. He could burn you up from the inside out after taking you apart piece by piece and lighting you on fire.
He pinches your nipples, pleasure rippling through you. The effect reverberates to your aching cunt, thighs pressed together to relieve the throb between your legs. Too easy for him. You know it’s easy and you used to hate it, but now, as Yoongi keeps one hand tweaking a nipple and the other slides down, you love it.
Love that he works you up like this. Loves that he knows how. Love that he can give you what you want without making you beg too much for it.
Tonight, Yoongi is indulgent. His hand is sure as it slips beneath the waistband of your sweats. You part your legs for him, placing them on the outside of his spread knees. He lets out a hum of appreciation, fingers slipping between your sticky folds.
“Good girl,” he whispers. You don’t know if he means because you’re dripping for him or because you open yourself up to him without command. Maybe it’s both. “Such a wet pussy, hmm?”
You nod, dropping your mouth from his lips to his neck, your lips messy and spit-slicked against his soft skin. Your tongue darts out, laving the tender spot beneath his ear and he moans. “Please,” you ask, kissing him there. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not.”
He continues to drag his fingers up and down your pussy, careful to avoid your clit. You feel like you’re going to fall away into time and space, but it’s also not nearly enough. Your thighs squeeze, fighting the urge to shut your legs.
“You arrrre.”
“Only a little.”
Finally - finally - Yoongi applies pressure to your clit, circling it gently with the collected juices from your leaking entrance. You soften in his hold, complete putting as he draws fluttering gasps and breaths from you, pleasure blossoming from your pussy to your stomach.
Biting your lip, you squirm a little in his lap. Yoongi’s legs spread a little wider, pulling your legs apart further, the stretch in your thighs pleasure-laced pain added to the stimulation. Yoongi lets go of your chest, sliding his hand down to tug at your sweats.
“Help me out, baby.”
Lifting your ass for him, you help him pull your sweats down but not all the way off. It’s just enough to display your glistening cunt in the firelight. He doesn’t delay a second, hand coming back to use one middle finger to lazily trace patterns around your clit and the other to explore further, teasing your hole.
“Greedy,” he mumbles. You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or your pussy as he slips a finger in, making your hips buck. “Keep still.”
“It’s hard,” you shoot back as he slowly begins to fuck you with his finger, his other hand careful not to stimulate you too fast. “Feels good.”
“Better than your own fingers when I’m gone?”
“Yes.”
“Better than-”
“Not better than your cock,” you gasp as his finger brushes against your g-spot. “Stop asking stupid questions, Yoongi.”
He just laughs but concedes, setting a pace matched with both of his hands. Your eyes roll back as you sink low against him, hips sliding down further to chase his thrusting hand. He pulls you apart so easily, knowing exactly the speed and depth to press, knows exactly when to add another finger, the stretch and pressure maddening.
Flames lick at the logs in front of you, heating up your skin even more. Yoongi is relentless, pulling you toward your orgasm at an agonizing pace. After years of practice, no one knows how to lure you better than him, no one knows how to string you up on the edge of a precipice, breath stilted, body shaking.
“Come on,” he murmurs, kissing your neck. “You want it so bad.”
And you do want it. You’re a writhing mess, feet digging into the blankets beneath you, legs straining against the waistband of your sweats that are pulled to the knees, nails digging into Yoongi’s forearms. The wet sound of him working your cunt makes the room spin, your arousal loud and messy and so so so good.
“Fuck,” you growl through gritted teeth. You clench up around his fingers, leg muscles twitching, shoulders pulling in as you start to seize up. “I’m gonna-”
You can’t finish your sentence. He thrusts his fingers harder, pressing right up against your soft spot, the pressure driving you to the edge of insanity. You think you’ll break in his hands, shatter to pieces with the force building in your gut.
“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees, as he slips a third finger in, fucking you hard, leaning forward and bending you in half as he uses the leverage to thrust his fingers upward. “You’re fucking gonna.”
“Shit!”
Between the angle, Yoongi’s knowing hands, and the sloppy, all tongue and teeth kiss he places on your shoulders, you break. You come around his fingers hard, wet, hot and screaming his name. He keeps going, the soaked sound of his fingers fucking your hole bracketed by your cursing as you squeal and lean away from him, trying to escape the grip of your orgasm.
Yoongi doesn’t let you. He pulls every drop of it out of you until you’re seeing white, your body filled with static. He goes until you’re boneless once more, useless in his lap as you gasp raggedly for air. Sweat-slick, overheated and mindless, you lay in his lap for a second as he slowly pulls his hands back. You feel empty without them, whining.
“Hush,” he admonishes, biting your arm lightly. “I’m not done with you yet.”
#yoongi smut#suga smut#min yoongi smut#yoongi fanfic#yoongi x reader#bts suga#bts fanfic#minors do not interact#minors dni#bts suga smut#halis happy agust#yoongi fluff
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Sofasoap's Call of Duty Fic Rec
Always wanted to make a list of my very subjective CoD fic rec list, and also I promised my good buddy @groguspicklejar ( famous author of Beloved series) a list of fic recs, let me list some of my beautiful mutual's and some amazing writers and artists so they can go binge read.
Edit : I'll keep adding artist/writers on as I go. When my brain cells is functioning.
@saltofmercury -Let's start off with the mother of my Mini MacTavish. The one who made me fell in love and hit the nail in the coffin for CoD fandom.
If you are into König, her " Break-in" series is a must read. check out her Soap fics too :) Masterlist
@floral-force - My bestie! delicious Simon/Ghost fics.
American Hospitality is my favourite. Or honeypot is guarantee making you crave for more :)
Check out their Mando fics too :)
@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - You want slow burn? check out lovely Bear's "The Roommate Series". Wonderful progression of relationship between Simon and his room mate. Your Friendly Neighbor Soap and Shy reader, OH SO CUTE.
@deadbranch - Spy and Cold war style fics? You are in the right place. The killing moon and Dying sun series. Gut wrenching.
or check out the light hearted None Taken ( personal favourite!), threesome fics? Goth style Reader? Check out their MASTERLIST for full list of goodies.
@brewed-pangolin The president of "Soap Squad" club.
Fireside Whiskey - personal favourite. Soft and thoughtful Soap is just heaven. Kati's page is full of wonderful Soap deliciousness. check it out if you want some Soap fun.
@writeforfandoms - Jen jen jen jen jen. Multifandom talent. AU Prodigy. But let's focus on the CoD here, Puppy Love - Price and puppy? can't go wrong with that. Born for Greatness and Howlin' For You Shifter!AU is my latest obsession here.
@random-thot-generator - Kris, The princess of Thotland and Thotlandia. Their latest work: A Patient Man - had me all hot and bothered. Sweet sweet Rudy. OH how can you be so sexy.
@jynxmirage, Jynx!!!! the one I blame for falling into Top Gun fandom. but that's not the point :P
Communication is Key - my current obsession :) Soft caring Price, oh give me this Captain price any day...
@as-is-above-so-below - Oh Gezez, Simon X OC ( Freya ) fic The Captain is utterly brilliant. Angst, suspension, Thirst, smut... you name it, you get it.
@roosterr - my Fellow Nikolai fanatic, check out her "guardian angel"
series, action action action and of course, love story :)
@siilvan - another one of my fellow Nikolai fanatic, Aqua Regia
series , Nikolai the flirt, sexy flirt , complete with smut * smirk *
@homicidal-slvt - How can I forget the spark to my Lastochka series?
and one of my biggest supporter.
Check out their creative CoD Headcanons and full list of CoD works that will guarantee satisfaction.
@nrdmssgs - to round off my Nikolai fanatic club , and also brilliant artist, A heart full of pity series is one of my latest obsession featuring good old Nikolai.
@captainpriceslover - my crack fic inspo buddy ( miss you a lot!!!). the one gifted me ideas of Soap dispensers lol.
aiaigasa (相合傘) - featuring our TF141 sweet boy, Gaz, had my heart melting.
@starstruckmiraclekitty - You want H/C and scenarios? * falling out of the bag * here is the place to go. :)
@random0lover - you want soft fluffy Soap? Hot Chocolate & Hoodies, you want angsty type of story? Open Wounds and War Paint
you get all with Kat!!!
@lethalchiralium , how can I forget Keri! ( I knew I forgot someone.. argh )
@namedlunagoddess - another 3Drender goddess. OH CHECK OUT HER Sowa Team fic if you are into Gromsko, its HOT SMUTTY DELICIOUS FIC.
The Happiness series, don’t let the title fool ya (well it does bring you happiness reading such talented writing) this story is like washing machine, throws your emotions all over the place, let you grip onto your chair, wanting more.
@mistydeyes so many awesome stories to choose from! My current favourite is "choose your flowers, carefully" Good old Gaz x reader story, and one of my favourite trope - childhood to lovers 🥺 please go check it out!
Now , Some brilliant artists:
@shkretart - This utterly utterly talented person, Price and Nikolai and Simon, will have your nose bleeding within 0.1 seconds.
@ave661 - out of this world 3Drenders always have my eyes popping out of the socket.
@nrdmssgs - mentioned once, should mention again, beautiful art :)
@wombywoo - TF141 boys in their dress uniform? YES PLEASE.
@loneghostwolf oh, another wonderful 3D render artist that bless us with wonderful food of the CoD boys
@hffhifjou - You want rugby boys? You get rugby boys :) and football. and all sort of deliciousness :)
@lululandd - FROGGY CoD boys!!!!!!!! and wonderful fics too, please check THEM OUT MASTERLIST
I am sorry If I miss out anyone. after 13+ hours at work I am exhausted.
#fic rec#my wonderful mutuals#and talented writers#and talented artists#simon ghost riley#captain john price#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#rodolfo parra#alejandro vargas#cod#task force 141#könig#könig call of duty#cod mw2#reader fics#oc fics#call of duty artists#simon ghost riley x reader#captain john price x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#rodolfo parra x reader#alejandro vargas x reader#könig x reader#artist rec
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Random Podcast Recommendations Mega-List Part 1!
Updated: 07/12/23
Collected here in part 1 because tumblr has a limit of 100 links per post of my alphabetical list are the fiction podcasts from A-M I've recommended so far for my random podcast recommendations! Part 2 is here
A
A Ninth World Journal
Afflicted
Aishi Online
Alba Salix
Among the Stars and Bones
Apollyon
Arden
ars PARADOXICA
B
Back Again, Back Again
The Ballad of Anne & Mary
The Beacon
Believer
Black Friday
Breaker Whiskey
The Bright Sessions
C
CARAVAN
Chaika
Chain of Being
Civilized
Coexistence
Come On In, The Water's Fine
Copperheart
Counterbalance
D
Death by Dying
Desert Skies
Desperado
Diary of a Space Archivist
Dining in the Void
Directive
Do You Copy
Dos: After You
Down
E
The Earth Collective
Echoes (In) Between
Elaine’s Cooking for the Soul
Electromancy
The End of Time and Other Bothers
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Georgie Romero Is Done For
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Kalila Stormfire's Economical Magick Services
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My heart speaks for you (Part 4)
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Pairing: Eris x f!reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: angst; panic attack; ⚠️ slight description of self harm; anxiety; self-doubt; a bit of fluff
Summary: Y/n is the youngest child of the High Lord of the Night Court and lives a slightly different life than the rest of her family. But what happens, when an unexpected visitor enters the stage and decides to completely change her life?
Music:
Way down we go - Kaleo
Broken - Isak Danielson
Don´t blame me - Taylor Swift
Eden für Dich - Andreas Bourani
Part 1 ⎮Part 2⎮Part 3⎮Part 4⎮
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The opposite of good is good intentions.
I had once read this in a book of mine and it has stuck with me ever since. Because it´s true, at least most of the time. People do heroic and brave things. Tragic and beautiful things. But most of the time, in my experience, they do incredibly stupid things, even if they mean no harm. And in my life, that quote is more apt than ever.
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I couldn´t describe my bliss as I lay in the soft grass of the clearing, the birds happily chirping and the sun beating down on me. My skin prickled at the pleasant temperature and a contented smile played across my face. I turned my head to see Eris beside me, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. His hair was spread around his features like a halo of flames and his fingers were wrapped around mine, gently stroking his thumb over the back of my hand.
One month had passed since we met on the border of Autumn. We had seen each other several times since then and had decided it was too risky to meet in Velaris because of my parents. So every time I met him here, he had shown me something new. Either a new part of this magnificent forest, a glistening lake of crystalline water or a small cottage hidden deep in the autumnal woods. Once we even encountered a family of badgers playing with their young.
And with each visit, I felt myself falling more for Eris. With every smile he gave me and every `conversation´ we held. With every look into his honey-kissed eyes and every featherlight touch we shared. I´d never felt so connected to anyone before, whether it was the bond or not didn´t matter. He felt like home. Like reading by the fireside. Like him wrapping his arms around me from behind. It felt like burning whiskey every time we stared at each other and like silken sheets beneath me as his hands explored my body.
He always made sure his brothers, or gods forbid his father, didn´t find out about our little affairs. And every time we said goodbye, he gifted me with something new. A pair of emerald earrings, or a leather-bound notebook with ornate letters engraved. No matter what he chose, he never failed to surprise me.
On the other hand, I made sure that my family didn´t find out that I had broken our agreement, a second time. Which in turn resulted in me covering up my scent when I came home from a visit, or sneaking around the River House. And so far, no one has found out or suspected anything yet. My life couldn´t be any better these days. I´ve got the freedom I wanted and I´m sharing it with someone I can be myself with.
But as the saying goes - pride goes before the fall. So as I lay here, relishing this delightful moment, my fingers wrapped in Eris´, I had no idea what was happening back in Velaris.
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Rhysand´s Pov
Cauldron, this child! Where is she?
Five minutes ago I was sitting in my office, signing some papers, mostly administrative matters for the maintenance of older buildings in Velaris, and now I´m winnowing through my house in search of my wife and daughter.
Feyre had told me through the bond that y/n was nowhere to be found, and Nyx hadn´t seen her either. Even her friends denied seeing her in the last few hours, and neither was she in her room. Panic rose in me with every passing minute and my blood was boiling. I nearly broke down the door to my daughters room when I arrived, only to find Feyre standing in the middle of it, completely lost. „She´s not responding to me. Her mind is shut off, Rhys. I-I can´t reach her…“ „Ssh.. I know, I tried too.“ I instinctively pulled her into my arms and tried to comfort her, drawing soothing circles over her hips. „We will find y/n and make sure she´s all right.“ A long kiss and I felt Feyre relax a little in my embrace. „I´ve sent Cassian and Az to look for her, okay? We will find her, please do not worry too much my love.“ I reassured her, kissing the top of her head. After a moment of silence, my mate sighed. „Do you think…?“ She hesitated, so I put as much love into my tone as I could. „What, Feyre darling? Speak to me.“ „Do you think she went to see Eris?“ A sharp breath pierced my lungs at that question, cutting them open from the inside. That explained why my wife was asking so carefully.
„I know she promised us not to meet him, but he´s still her mate, at least in some way.“ She studied me like a hawk, waiting for my reaction. The thought that my daughter might have met this cruel Fae sent shivers down my spine and darkness rushed through my veins, ready to strike at any moment. „I certainly hope not. Despite the fact that he´s her mate.“ Deep breath. In and out. „But perhaps I have an idea how to find out where she is.“ Feyre raised an eyebrow in question and I explained.
Two minutes later, my wife shot me another one of her „you´re-out-of-your-mind“ looks.
„Rhys, I don´t think we should do this.“ „Darling, we can´t find our daughter. Maybe we can find some clues, about what is going on, in her room.“ „I understand what you mean, but if we go through her stuff, it could have some harsh consequences for us.“ She gave me an uncertain look. „Y/n won´t be too happy about us snooping through her personal things.“ „I´m not afraid of what follows our actions as long as Y/n is safe.“ Feyre still wasn´t particularly fond of my idea, but it didn´t take her long to join me and help me search through our daughters room.
I started at my daughter´s desk, opening drawers, unfolding letters and endless papers. A golden quill rolled from the hardwood table to the floor, making a knocking sound. At that exact second, a known feeling crept into my chest, making my heart feel to heavy. Guilt. I knew what I was doing wasn´t fair or right, but if the safety of my children was at stake, I would kill for them.
Shoving that feeling away, I continued to look around her nightstand and bed. Have you found anything suspicious? No, not yet, Feyre replied through our mating bond. Frustration began to set in and sinister little tendrils began to linger in the corners of the room.
Even after 20 minutes we hadn´t found anything. Not a single hint. „Rhys.“ I turned my head to look into my wife´s beautiful eyes. „Feyre.“ I sighed. „We should stop.“ She cupped my cheek and I leaned into her touch. „I mean, look around. We turned the entire room upside down. The desk, the wardrobe, even her bathroom.“ „I just want to know that y/n is doing well.“ I sighed deeply again and closed my eyes. „I know you love her, but she´s not your little princess anymore. You can´t control her life forever.“ Instinctively, a low growl escaped my throat and Feyre just gave me a sad smile.
„Anything from Cassian or Azriel maybe?“ I only shook my head no. „Then all we can do is wait for her to return from wherever she is.“ Tears lingered at the edges of her sky-blue eyes as I watched her. „Maybe you´re..." Something caught my eye.
A night-blue trunk lay under the bed, slightly hidden by the covers hanging from the bed frame. My dark tendrils pulled it out, pushing it towards us and I opened it.
I had really hoped that y/n would keep her promise this time. That she would listen to us, her parents, and not meet this man, but apparently she didn´t.
Jewellery, letters, quills and books lay now scattered on her desk as Feyre and I just stood there, staring at the things in front of us. Everything smelled of him, causing me to crinkle my nose in disgust. My fury mixed with the fear and anger of my mate as a wave of darkness shook the room. It broke free and tore the letters and books apart. It yanked open the windows and tugged the curtains against their anchors in the wall. Even the sun suddenly seemed to hide behind grey clouds, casting an ominous light on the room. „Rhys. Please look at me.“ Soft, gentle fingers turned me towards my mate. Rage seethed inside me like a volcano, but only then did I notice my darkness settling on the floor as a silhouette stepped through it.
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Y/N´s Pov
As wonderful as the date with Eris had been, I couldn´t have imagined what awaited me at home. Dark, slender tendrils swirled around my body as I winnowed into my room, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. Suddenly I almost fell as I took a step forward. Cauldron, what had happened here? Books, clothes, pillows and other things lay strewn and destroyed on my bedroom floor, making it look like some kind of battlefield. I knew it was my father´s power, but what had caused him to cast his darkness upon my belongings? Eventually it faded into the corners of my room and when I turned around, two figures stood in front of me. Shit.
My father´s fierce gaze burned into my skin, probably leaving scars as well. I swallowed hard. What could have made him so furious? Had he...? Had he found out? Hopefully not. „At moments like this, I wish you could talk.“ An invisible blade pierced my heart at his words.
His voice seethed with rage and disappointment, his violet eyes cold and hard as stone when I dared to look at them. „You were with him!“ A bolt of lightning shot through me as he said it, filling my eyes with tears. Only then did I recognise the torn letters, books and jewellery on my desk. He knows. He knows, little bird. What are you going to do now? My inner critic and dark thoughts immediately flooded my mind. Shaking, I opened my mouth as if to speak and explain myself, but I couldn´t. Even if I did, I wouldn´t have the chance.
„I don´t want to know. I don´t want to hear any more promises or excuses from you, daughter!“ My father spat out the last word as if he didn´t have a daughter. „Rhys.“ My mother tried to interrupt, but... „No! I´ve had enough of her behaviour!“ The tension nearly suffocated me and a wince escaped my lips as white pain shot through my whole being. Heavy footsteps stomped towards me, causing the floorboards to creak, but I didn´t hear them. Everything felt too suffocating. Waves were trying to pull me under. Stop... please... The wind picked up and the first raindrops hit the ground. Curtains and windows rattled against the oncoming storm, a perfectly malicious portrayal of my father´s ire. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. „Fine, if you don´t care to protect yourself from this man, so be it. But don´t expect me to do the same.“ I don´t need your protection! It all felt so terribly wrong.
„No more meetings with the Autumn Heir. No more writing letters, hiding things, or any other communication with him, do you hear me?!“ He said, standing directly in front of me, his breath hovering over my cheeks as burning tears began to stream down my face, obscuring my vision. „You will not leave this room until I say so, is that clear?!“ His voice rang in my ears. „Rhys, stop!“ „And don´t even try to sneak out. I have put up wards around your room. This time I will find you, young lady!“ He snapped, simply shutting down my mother´s attempt to intervene. My heart shattered into a million pieces and I couldn´t hold back any longer. My tears flowed like a steady river over my features and I opened my mouth again, but nothing came out. He is my mate! You can´t keep me locked up like a prisoner! I´m your daughter! Please! I wanted to shout at him. I wanted to beg him to overthink this. „Don´t even try to speak, dear. We both know you can´t.“ Another slash of his blade. He turned his back on me as he grabbed my mother´s forearm and pulled her towards the door. „Rhysand! You can´t lock her up! She´s your grown daughter!“ My mother pleaded as she was dragged forward. „I won´t if she starts acting like my grown daughter.“ His tone was cold and his decision final. My chest tightened dangerously and I could no longer stifle my sobs. Just before he closed the door, my mother already in the hallway, he stopped and looked at me. „I thought I could trust you.“ He shook his head and closed the door, taking his darkness with him.
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Caution! ⚠️ The next part describes a panic attack and mentions of self harm as well as self-doubt, dark thoughts, etc. This can be a sensitive topic and trigger for some people, so please don´t read on from here, if you don´t like to. Take care of yourself! 🤍
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My feet were cold as I slammed my fists against the door for I don´t know how long. Let me out! Let me out! My vision was blurred and I sank to the floor with bruised knuckles. The all- consuming emptiness was back. The beast without a name. But like so many times before in my sleep, this time it was real. Everything that had happened was real, even if my brain didn´t want to believe it. The walls drew closer, caged me in, made me feel small and yet everything inside me rebelled.
And everything was gone. All the letters and books. All his scent. My father destroyed them. Only the scant remains of them lay discarded on the floor, and seeing them made me feel even more lost and alone. You´re all alone, little bird. You´re weak, little bird. You deserve it, little bird. My demons ate me alive. Piece by piece. Thought by thought. Stop, I begged them. Shut it! But they wouldn´t listen. I had to shut them out of my mind. It was to dark and I couldn´t see. My mouth felt horribly dry and my clothes too rough on my skin.
I have to get to him! I need him! Eris!
My bones were aching and my eyes were swollen red as I braced myself on shaky arms. My hands began to rip at my hair and my nails began to scratch across my skin, leaving red marks.
Eris! Eris!
I lost control of myself as I tried to silence my thoughts and couldn´t stop. Couldn´t control my despair as whimpers and cries escaped my lips. A lump formed in the back of my throat as I clenched a fist and slammed it against the wall.
One. Two. Three.
Three times I struck the stone wall. The sound of it echoing through the air.
Again. And again.
With every punch, my wrath grew. With each strike, I felt my magic pounding in my veins. It´s too much! My thoughts were an all-devouring storm of shadows and my ears were ringing.
You messed up! It´s your fault! Always the good little princess, aren´t you?! What will Eris think?! You´re a terrible daughter! Don´t lock me up! Break the wards! Let it all out! Do it!
And with that, the lump in the back of my throat finally loosened. My entire body began to shake as a gut-wrenching scream left my soul, brutally ripping it in half. A wave of pressure rolled through the room and the rumble of thunder echoed outside, while the rain began pouring into my room. Quills rolled off my desk and loose parchment flew around as a roaring wind burst through the room, causing my tangled hair to flutter around my face. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as the storm outside roared alongside me. And then it was over.
Hot tears were still streaming down my cheeks and my throat was sore as exhaustion took over my body and I closed my eyes for a moment, barely holding myself up. Was this possible? Had I just...? The wards were entirely gone. I really had broken my father´s wards with the magic I had inherited from him. How ironic.
When I opened my eyes again, the demons in my head were gone, because all I could think about now was him. Eris.
I didn´t care if it made my parents even angrier with me, but I wasn´t staying here any longer. I had to get out of here. And I knew where to go.
My father might have destroyed Eris´s letters, jewellery and books, but he had forgotten two things. The amulet Eris had gifted me after my first visit to his court, and my notebook, filled with notes and our `conversations´. My fingers trembled as I pulled the amulet from under my white linen shirt. Carefully, I brushed my thumb across the gemstone in the centre and a single tear fell. Please work... please.
I brushed my fingers over the cool stone, brought it to my lips and kissed it as more tears rolled down. And suddenly the crystal began to glow a deep orange, like a burning ember. I stared at it with wide eyes, knowing Eris had listened to my pleas.
Without thinking, I stood up on wobbly legs and tucked the necklace back under my shirt. One last look around my chaotic bedroom and in the next second I winnowed to the Autumn Court.
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It was raining heavily and the wind was blowing through the treetops, playing with the autumn leaves as I arrived under the birch tree. Our meeting point. The forest ground was muddy and my hair was soaked with rain. Everything in me screamed for him as I paced, waiting for Eris to appear between the trees. And just as I was thinking about him, a rustle in the bushes made me turn around to see a tall figure standing a few yards away from me. His usually fiery hair was as wet as mine, and his fine clothes were completely soaked. I felt his gaze on me, my bruised hands and my thin clothes from earlier.
But what was going to happen next was something I hadn´t been prepared for in my entire life.
As soon as I looked into his warm amber eyes, a thousand suns exploded around us. A golden thread spread in my chest, warming my soul and tickling my skin. It shone and sparkled as brightly as possible. I could almost see it woven between him and I. My breath caught and my eyes widened, tearing even more.
It had snapped. The mating bond had finally snapped for me.
And it felt like absolute heaven. I felt... I could feel him. In my soul. In my body. In my bones. And it felt like home. And I knew that he felt it too.
He was about to take a step forward, but I was faster. My feet moved on their own as I ran towards him, practically leaping into his strong arms so that he held me tightly against his chest. Never wanting me to leave his side ever again.
There we stood. In the middle of the autumn forest, showered with the tears of the gods. The wind roared around us, tossing leaves that seemed to dance in celebration to the rhythm of the storm. It must have looked quite magical.
I tilted my head to look up at Eris and met his gaze. His eyes shone as bright as the mating bond. Glowing like a thousand fires on a stormy night. He looked from my eyes to my lips and back again. My cheeks heated, despite the rain pouring down on us, and I noticed the raw desire in his gaze, which only fuelled the fire in my own.
So he closed the gap between us. His lips met mine with such force that I placed my hands around his neck and ran my fingers through his wet hair. The stars and the sun collided and a shudder ran through our bodies. This kiss was anything but tender. It was passionate and rough. Sensual and devouring as we couldn´t get enough of each other. His tongue darted out to slide into my mouth and his taste... Gods, his taste was liquid gold on my tongue as his hands ran up and down my back. I couldn´t help but groan as he pulled me impossibly closer by my waist.
But after a while my lungs were screaming for air so I pulled away from the heated kiss, completely flushed and with swollen lips. Both of us were breathing heavily as we locked eyes. „I can lose everything, but not you... Oh gods, not you.“ He confessed with a trembling in his voice as his hands moved to my neck to hold me gently and tears welled up in his eyes. Sensing his distress through the bond, I gently wiped the raindrops from his cheeks with my thumbs and gave him a the most loving smile. And then I did something I thought I would never do.
„You will never lose me, Eris.“ I said and kissed him again.
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A/N: No offence to Rhysand, but someone had to be the bad guy, I'm (not) sorry 🙃 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I´m planning about two or three more, so stay tuned! Bye 😙
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Queer Books November 2023
🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!
❤️ The Pirate and the Porcelain Girl by Emily Riesbeck
🧡 Heading North by Holly M. Wendt
💛 The Wisdom of Bug by Alyson Root
💚 Trick Shot by Kayla Grosse
💙 A Holly Jolly Christmas by Emily Wright
💜 Outdrawn by Deanna Grey
❤️ Yours Celestially by Al Hess
🧡 The Christmas Memory by Barbara Winkes
💛 Violet Moon by Mel E. Lemon
💙 The Santa Pageant by Lillian Barry
💜 Only for the Holidays by Shannon O’Connor
🌈 Homestead for the Holidays by Wren Taylor
❤️ You Can Count on Me by Fae Quin
🧡 No One Left But You by Tash McAdam
💛 The Worst Thing of All is the Light by José Luis Serrano, Lawrence Schimel
💚 Today Tonight Forever by Madeline Kay Sneed
💙 Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt
💜 Emmett by L. C. Rosen
❤️ Finding My Elf by David Valdes
🧡 Tonight, I Burn by Katharine J. Adams
💛 Gorgeous Gruesome Faces by Linda Cheng
💙 Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree
💜 A Power Unbound by Freya Marske
🌈 We Are the Crisis by Cadwell Turnbull
❤️ The Manor House Governess by C.A. Castle
🧡 You Owe Me One, Universe by Chad Lucas
💛 Last Night at the Hollywood Canteen by Sarah James
💚 Skip!: A Graphic Novel by Rebecca Burgess
💙 Something About Her by Clementine Taylor
💜 Touching the Art by Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore
❤️ A Nearby Country Called Love by Salar Abdoh
🧡 Normporn: Queer Viewers and the TV That Soothes Us by Karen Tongson
💛 Sir Callie and the Dragon’s Roost by Esme Symes-Smith
💙 The Order of the Banshee by Robyn Singer
💜 Once Upon My Dads’ Divorce by Seamus Kirst, Noémie Gionet Landry
🌈 Forsooth by Jimmy Matejek-Morris
❤️ A Common Bond by T.M. Kuta
🧡 Risk the Fall by Riley Hart
💛 Just a Little Snack by Yah-Yah Scholfield
💚 Home for the Holidays by Erin Zak
💙 NeurodiVeRse by MJ James
💜 Dark Heir (Dark Rise #2) by C.S. Pacat
❤️ sub/Dom by Rab Green
🧡 Bitten by the Bond by Elaine White
💛 Heir to Frost and Storm by Ben Alderson
💙 The Sea of Stars by Gwenhyver
💜 Bad Beat by L.M. Bennett
🌈 Idol Moves by K.T. Salvo
❤️ Plot Twist by Erin La Rosa
🧡 In the Pines by Mariah Stillbrook
💛 The Crimson Fortress (The Ivory Key #2) by Akshaya Raman
💚 Only She Came Back by Margot Harrison
💙 Megumi & Tsugumi, Vol. 4 by Mitsuru Si
💜 Pritty by Keith F. Miller Jr.
❤️ Just Lizzie by Karen Wilfrid
🧡 An Atlas to Forever by Krystina Rivers
💛 Come Find Me in the Midnight Sun by Bailey Bridgewater
💙 Bait and Witch by Clifford Mae Henderson
💜 Shadow Baron by Davinia Evans
🌈 Day by Michael Cunningham
❤️ Livingston Girls by Briana Morgan
🧡 Delay of the Game by Ari Baran
💛 The Nanny with the Nice List by K. Sterling
💚 A Talent Ignited by Suzanne Lenoir
💙 A Kiss of the Siren’s Song by E.A.M. Trofimenkoff
💜 Rivals for Love by Ali Vali
❤️ Whiskey & Wine by Kelly Fireside, Tana Fireside
🧡 Buried Secrets by Sheri Lewis Wohl
💛 Ride with Me by Jenna Jarvis
💙 Living for You by Jenny Frame
💜 Death on the Water by CJ Birch
🌈 Merciless Waters by Rae Knowles
❤️ Vicarious by Chloe Spencer
🧡 Sapling’s Depths by Spencer Rose
💛 That French Summer by Sienna Waters
💚 System Overload by Saxon James
💙 King of Death by Lily Mayne
💜 Warts and All by Ashley Bennett
❤️ Principle Decisions by Thea Belmont
🧡 The Best Mistake by Emily O’Beirne
💛 Sugar and Ice by Eule Grey
💙 Until The Blood Runs Dry by MC Johnson
💜 Splinter : A Diverse Sleepy Hollow Retelling by Jasper Hyde
🌈 The Mischievous Letters of the Marquise de Q by Felicia Davin
❤️ The Queer Girl is Going to be Okay by Dale Walls
🧡 Til Death Do Us Bard by Rose Black
💛 Leverage by E.J. Noyes
💚 Alice Sadie Celine by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright
💙 Godly Heathens by H.E. Edgmon
💜 Gwen & Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher
❤️ To Kill a Shadow by Katherine Quinn
🧡 Warrior of the Wind by Suyi Davies Okungbowa
💛 For Never & Always by Helena Greer
💙 A Demon’s Guide to Wooing a Witch by Sally Hawley
💜 Heaven Official’s Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu Vol. 8 by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù
🌈 A Carol for Karol by Ann Roberts
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I write late at night when I can’t sleep so have a fluffy little drabble. It’s a tiny bit self indulgent as the reader does have anemia like myself but it’s only briefly mentioned and easily overlooked, I made this one gender neutral as it’s fluff. Hopefully you lovelies enjoy it. As always if you do please like, comment and reblog, engagement keeps me motivated.
Author Note: qīn is slang in Mandarin for bae or babe
“Are you warm enough qīn?” Bi-Han’s low voice rumbles against your ear as he drapes a fleecy blanket around your shoulders.
You settling down by the fire after a playful afternoon of making snow angels and having snowball fights with your lover. You try and hold back your shiver at the cryomancer’s close proximity, the steady cold rolling off his body. The crackling fire roaring in the fireplace doing little to mitigate the personal blizzard that was Sub-Zero. “Honestly Polar Bear I’m still pretty cold. You know I love playing out in the snow with you but I’m,” you trail off not wanting to make the conversation awkward.
“Anemic,” Bi-Han answers, “I know, you’re delicate when it comes to the cold. Even though you like it so much.” He laughs softly as he throws another log on the fire giving it a good poke or two before making his way to the wet bar in his large stone walled bedroom. “Coffee or hot chocolate,” he calls to you already knowing your answer as he fills the electric kettle and rummages around the overhead cupboards looking for the hot chocolate mix.
“Hot chocolate please,” you respond rubbing your hands together and scooting every so slightly towards the fire. Your illness made you more susceptible to the cold but that wouldn’t keep you away from the cryomancer, he was worth wearing extra layers for. You sigh contently and pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders as you sink into the comfortable pile of pillows of your little fireside nest. A smile graces your lips as you hear Bi-Han humming to himself in the kitchenette waiting for the kettle to whistle.
Bi-Han gets a mug from the cupboard and fills it with the instant hot chocolate mix and a splash of milk. He grabs another glass and ices it over before filling it with a deep, rich imported whiskey, a rare departure from his go-to baijiu. The hiss of the kettle ceases his humming as he makes a slightly annoyed ‘tch’ at the noisy appliance before yanking it off the trivet to pour the boiling water into your mug. Bi-Han watches the powder dissolve as he stirs the water into the mix before his deep chocolate eyes steal a glance at you. His life has always been one of difficulty and hardship but all of that seemed worth it whenever you were with him to soothe his worries and anger. With you he didn’t have to be Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, he didn’t have to be Sub-Zero, he could just be Bi-Han.
His heavy footfalls echo in the vast chamber of the Grandmaster’s quarters as he makes his way back to you with both drinks in hand. “Here ya go qīn,” he mumbles as he hands you your hot chocolate, the drink slightly cooled from the cryomancer’s icy hands.
“Mmm thank you Polar Bear,” you smile and take a small sip as Bi-Han settles in next to you. “You don’t have to sit next to the fire, I know it makes you feel uncomfortable.”
“I want to be close to you, I won’t melt. You can’t fight a blizzard,” he rumbles and drops a kiss on top of your head before taking a drink of his icy whisky.
You make a face of doubt at his comment before rolling your eyes at his charming arrogance. “Spring can,” you quip at him before taking another sip of the warming, sweet beverage.
“Fuck Spring,” he huffs indignantly before draining his drink in one go.
You can’t help but burst into laughter at Bi-Han’s petulant response. You snuggle against his cold, well muscled chest feeling the slow, steady thump of the cryomancer’s heart as his strong arm wraps around your shoulders.
Bi-Han pulls you in for a chaste kiss, “sweet,” he mutters and licks his lips. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before lightening to an ethereal, icy blue. The cryomancer grasps your chin, tilting your head before pressing his cold lips to your warm ones.
It’s not long before you feel his icy tongue prying your mouth open as the slick organ wriggles into your hot cavern. A pleasured shiver runs through your body as you slowly untangle yourself from the blanket to free your hands. You make quick work of the elastic holding the cryomancer’s hair back as your fingers glide through his silken locks. You moan as your tongue tangles with Bi-Han’s, tasting the rich warm notes of vanilla and smoke still lingering on the cryomancer’s tongue.
He strokes your rosy cheek lovingly before slowly disengaging, “warm yourself first qīn, I don’t need you getting hypothermia.”
“Maybe I want hypothermia,” you sulk as you nurse your rapidly cooling not so hot chocolate.
Bi-Han barks out a laugh before he gets up to fix himself another drink, “patience qīn, patience.”
You sigh and pull the blanket back up, a mixture of frustration and adoration bubbling up inside you as you wait by the fire for Winter to join Spring.
#mortal kombat#bi han#sub zero#grandmaster bi han#mk1 2023#sub zero x you#sub zero x reader#bi han x reader#bi han x you#fluff#gender neutral insert#cute imagines#my writing#ficlet#teeth rotting fluff
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The collection of 19 fics I've written for Writer's Month 2023!
AO3 Series or full break down under the cut! Biggest shoutouts to @kourumi @poetikat and @kyber-infinitygems for all your support and assistance throughout this whole experience <3!
Day 1; Day 11
Suicide Squad: Recovery and Redemption (The Suicide Squad, Words: 5,492, Chapters: 2/?, Rating: T) (Chapter 2)
Living in a world with meta-humans hasn't stopped Renée Watts from doing what she does best, helping others as a nurse. But when she befriends one particular patient, she finds herself learning what it truly means help others.
Rick Flag wasn't meant to live. Peacemaker had made sure of that back in Corto Maltese. But when he wakes up in a hospital months later, he finds himself left wondering: what will he do now? His sense of emptiness gets challenged when he befriends a nurse that shows him that there can still be purpose and recovery for him.
Day 2; Day 9; Day 15
Statesman: Four Roses (The Outer Worlds, Words: 10,214, Chapters: 3/?, Rating: T) (Chapter 2; Chapter 3)
Felix Millstone, aka Agent Whiskey of the Statesman agency, has devoted his life to taking down the underground criminal mastermind, Charles Rockwell. So when he is assigned a simple protection duty of a UDL scientist, Rhea Hawthorne, he feels all his hard work has been for naught. But as he comes to know Rhea, his secret plans to bring down Rockwell may come to harm his new companion.
Day 3; Day 10; Day 12; Day 27
A Beach Vacation (Bullet Train, Words: 3,776, Chapters: 4/4, Rating: T) (Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4)
Lily, Tangerine, and Lemon enjoy a beach vacation together.
Day 4; Day 19
I Don't Need Your Love (The Suicide Squad, Words: 2,707, Chapters 2/2, Rating: G) (Chapter 2)
Renée and Rick are faced with the reality of their world when Rick is called to lead another suicide mission by Amanda Waller.
Day 5
To New Beginnings (Mass Effect: Andromeda, Words: 2,543 Chapters: 1/1; Rating: G)
Kiara Ryder struggles to process what happened at the Eos Vault, despite the restart being a great success. A chance to chat with Kandros helps her realize she doesn't have to face her problems alone.
Day 6; Day 26; Day 29
Along the Right Path (Resident Evil; Words: 6,576; Chapters: 3/3; Rating: G) (Chapter 2; Chapter 3)
A recreational hike through Arklay Mountains takes a turn when Jill and her friends get lost, but a certain handsome park ranger comes to their rescue.
Day 7; Day 21
A Promise for Another Day (Haven; Words: 2,133, Chapters 2/2, Rating: G) (Chapter 2)
Duke attempts to surprise Paige with a promise to get away, but fate has other plans.
Day 8
Watermelon Candy (Z Nation; Words: 753; Chapters: 1/1; Rating: G)
Enjoying a rare moment together, Annie shares a sweet treat with 10k.
Day 13
Fanning Their Feelings (The Outer Worlds, Words: 2,164, Chapters 1/1, Rating G)
Mayor Odie supports Deputy Felix with his crush on the new schoolmarm, Miss Rhea. Only problem is he won't court her, so Odie decides a little meddling in their affairs will help matters along.
Day 14
By the Fireside (Baldur's Gate 3, Words: 716, Chapters 1/1, Rating: G)
Everlith and Gale's friendship starts to blossom on their first night at camp.
Day 16; Day 20
In You I Can Trust (Baldur's Gate 3, Words: 2,600, Chapters 2/2, Rating: G) (Chapter 2)
After revealing the truth of his magic absorption, Gale still worries about whether Everlith truly wants him to stay by her side. But a nighttime conversation shows just how much he is truly wanted.
Day 17
When Dreams Become Nightmares (The Suicide Squad, Words: 1,006, Chapters: 1/1, Rating: T)
What started out as a peaceful getaway for Rick with Renée turns into a nightmare when reality comes crashing down.
Day 18
A Nurturing Hand (Elden Ring, Words: 1,307, Chapters: 1/1, Rating: T)
The animal shelter Aisling works for rescues an extremely angry feral cat. With Malenia's help, and a lot of patience, their family gains a new member.
Day 22
An Enchanting Encounter (The Outer Worlds, Words: 2,008, Chapters: 1/1, Rating: G)
Becoming a wallflower at her own celebration, Rhea's evening takes a turn for the better when she encounters a mysterious winged figure.
Day 23; Day 30
Waiting Out the Storm (The Outer Worlds, Words: 3,352, Chapters 2/2, Rating: G) (Chapter 2)
A surprise thunderstorm offers Rhea and Felix a chance to learn more about each other.
Day 24
Stolen Kiss (Baldur's Gate 3, Words: 1,001, Chapters 1/1, Rating T)
Gale and Everlith steal a moment alone on their journey to Baldur's Gate.
Day 25
Just You and Me, Alone (The Suicide Squad, Words: 536, Chapters 1/1, Rating: T)
Rick and Renée get to go on the vacation they deserve.
Day 28
What Promise Awaits (Baldur's Gate 3, Words: 1,248, Chapters 1/1, Rating: G)
Gale Devrakis had accepted that his life was one of solitude and reflection. Being summoned to Elminister's tower promised a possible solution to his magical condition, and companionship from his new assistant, Everlith S'aer.
Day 31
The Light In The Darkness (Baldur's Gate 3, Words: 1,793, Chapters: 1/1, Rating: G)
Gale and the others attempt to enjoy an evening around the campfire while traversing towards Moonrise Towers. But even as darkness and evil surrounds them, Everlith reveals her feelings to Gale as Wyll supports their budding romance.
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#writersmonth2023#fanfic#masterlist#the outer worlds#baldur's gate 3#resident evil 3#the suicide squad#haven syfy#z nation#elden ring#mass effect andromeda#bullet train
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Drabbles Masterlist
MDNI 18+
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x f!Reader
Synopsis: A collection of just about everything. My mind turns into a full Cornucopia with Soap. Because when nothing is set in stone, anything is possible.
tons of fluff, a sprinkling of angst, explicit smut, p in v, established relationship, tenderness galore, btis of banter, two stupid lovers, everything under the sun
Soft Soap **
Fireside Whiskey **
Stitched Up ***
Trigger Finger ***
Drunk Text **
Bubble Butt ***
Scottish Siren ***
Raccoon Requisition **
Noisy Quiet *
Pleasured Promotion ***
Thank You, Sir. Yes, Ma'am ***
Tea Master Soap *
Soap De La Creme ***
Cyclone Soap *
Soul Healer Soap ***
Tattoo Artist Soap ***
Blue Eyed Casanova **
Challenged Territory ***
Lorne Sausage *
Popcorn Fueled Menace ***
Special Brownies **
Healing of a Scot *
Deafening Stillness *
Scottish Pickle *
Persuasion *
First Meetings *
Strong Heart *
Highland Rodeo Queen ***
Tea Master Soap II **
Movie Night ***
#soap squad™️#drabbles masterlist#johnny soap mactavish#soap mactavish#soap mactavish x you#soap mactavish x f!reader#johnny mactavish x you#johnny mactavish x f!reader#soft!Soap#soap smut#soap drabbles#cod fanfic#call of duty#cod
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💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? For Alexander or Thor either or.
I am a big fan of, why not both.
For Alexander, well... I'll let him answer that:
"My idea of a perfect date would be a moonlit stroll through the streets of Ishgard, exploring The Hourglass, and any other such shops about town. Sharing a cup of coffee, talking about our favorite books and art, and then maybe attending a small concert together, a play or opera? It would be incredibly magical.
As the snow starts to fall, finding shelter under an awning or fireside, and having heartfelt conversations would make the moment even more special. The perfect date is all about simple joy, a genuine connection, and cherishing each other's company in the midst of life's wonders. Don't you agree?"
For Thor, well... :
"Tha perfect date? Mh. moonlit skies, sailin' the seas, or takin' a ride on me fenrir, sharin' stories by a bonfire on a secluded beach, a bottle a whiskey or rum under tha stars. We'd dance ta tha rhythm o' tha waves, a genuine adventure o' the heart, bindin' our souls together. Ya savvy? If tha depths'a such an adventure bring ye ta fright, best left unexplored, aye?"
@hellinheelsxiv, thank you kindly for the ask. I don't answer enough ICly but saw you had and got inspired to try so.
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fall haul!!! here are my first impressions/reviews:
Sunrise Woods- this one is so cozy! i loved it in the cream and mist so i had to try it out in the shower gel. it’s a perfect blend of woodsy and cozy 🍂 i got a cream as well as a backup for my current one
Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin- a fall classic! this was my original favorite for bath and body scents so i always need to be stocked on the mist. if you don’t know this one is super spicy with clove and sweet pumpkin notes. it’s amazing and the shower gel is my fav in the fall 🎃🧡 the cream is also good, but doesn’t smell quite as strong
Pumpkin Pecan Waffles- syrupy and sweet and STRONG! if you don’t know this scent, it is potentttt. the mist and cream can be a little overwhelming for me, but the shower gel is always perfect 🧇
Marshmallow Pumpkin Latte- another fall classic, very cozy and soft. ☕️
Leaves- this one is new this year and i got in the mist and cream first. it’s super spicy and is a very strong scent with some apple in it as well. it’s perfect for fall and strikes me as a late fall scent! 🍁🍃
Cozy Vanilla Bourbon- another new scent this year. its very very similar to fireside flurries, so if you like that you’ll like this! i love it in the shower gel and mist. it’s so warm and cozy! 🥃
Coffee & Whiskey- i’ve loved this in the cream and cologne since last fall. i’m super glad to have the shower gel to match now. something about this just really works for me in the fall. it’s true to its name so if you’re looking for a coffee scent i would recommend this! ☕️🥃
Pumpkin Cupcake- i love this scent. it’s sweet and has a slight hint of pumpkin spice. i can’t wait to try it out in my car 🧁
#bath & body works#perfume#lotion#shower gel#fall#autumn#fall vibes#autumn mood#autumn aesthetic#autumn vibes#fall aesthetic#fall mood#bath & body works haul#bath & body works reviews#bath & body works fall#sweet cinnamon pumpkin#pumpkin pecan waffles#leaves#sunrise woods#cozy vanilla bourbon#marshmallow pumpkin latte#coffee & whiskey#pumpkin cupcake
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fireside
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kyle “gaz” garrick
warnings: alcohol ???
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Dan was sick. Not sure if it was contagious or not, Iris offered to take over his side of the bar. Tuesdays were slow anyway.
By now, three weeks had passed since her first two, since she had met Kyle, or Gaz. Still unsure what his real name was. That didn’t mean she saw him any less. Every so often he would come in and sit at the same booth in the back of the room, located in a dusty corner, away from the music, from the people. Sometimes he would come with his entire group of what you assumed were friends. Sometimes he came with new people. But he was never alone.
“Could I get an order of chips, doll?” A voice came from the side of the bar, a man with a full head of hair, slim, but old, held up his card which was delicately placed in between his fingers.
“Ya, let me go put your order in. Would you like me to open up a tab?” Iris strode over to the man, writing down the order onto a notepad. It wasn’t necessary at all, it was just fries, but she wanted to. Enjoyed the formality of the rules.
“No need, dollface.”
Iris could only let out a huffed chuckle.
“One order of fries!” She yelled into the kitchen window, sliding over the now ripped out page from her notepad that only held the words ‘one plate of fries.’
Dollface. Pet names were odd. Some days it made Iris hurl in disgust. Other days it made her want to curl up on the tacky wooden tiles, wishing she had her father to whisper them in her ear again on a summer day.
Dollface was new, but it didn’t remind her of her dad.
Iris took the card from the man's hand, handing him the receipt when she was done. She was quick.
Just then, a creak followed the opening of the front door. In came that same group of four men. The Scottish man, who Iris had learned was named after a cleansing product, came walking in first sending a small wave in her direction, slowly making his way up to the edge of the bar. Behind him walked Ghost, the man with the mask directing himself to the same booth they always went to; Kyle and the other man, Price, followed.
“Alright bonnie, how are ya?” Soap spoke, leaning his forearms on the table in front of him.
“Good,” Iris stated simply.
“Here are those fries you asked for.” The man behind the kitchen window said as he placed the plate down.
“Thanks Benny,” Iris called into the window, grabbing the plate on the sill. She looked back at Soap while walking up to the slim man seated and waiting patiently. “Can I get you boys anything?” She said, placing the plate down.
"Just a couple o' whiskies fer the lads. And hey, maybe an espresso martini fer the wee fella, eh?" Soap leaned forward, not exactly whispering his last sentence. Iris laughed, shaking her head.
‘Sorry Soap, but not today. Dan’s not here, so it’s just me. Maybe another time.” Iris said, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and four glasses underneath her.
"He won't admit it tae ye noo, bon, but he did like it." Soap added in a hushed tone.
Iris smiled, placing the full glasses of whiskey on a tray, “Of course he did,” she stated matter of factly, sliding over the tray to the Scottish man in front of her.
‘Open a tab fer me, Bonnie?” Soap questioned grabbing the trays in front of him.
“Will d. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
As Soap made his way back to the booth, Iris stole a quick glance in his direction. Her eyes locked on Kyle’s as a smile graced his lips in acknowledgement. She smiled back, turning to another customer.
The rest of the night went smoothly, Iris fighting her urges to glance back at their booth. But maybe she just wasn't fit for it. With every glance, she was left with a pit of disappointment in her stomach, the four men were deep in work, papers and folders scattered around, their glasses empty now. Iris wondered if it would be okay for her to go back there and ask about a refill, but she felt she would be interrupting something.
Iris wasn’t a people pleaser per say. But working the job that she did, she learned that when people like you, they treat you human; most of the time, they did give nice tips.
The clock now read 11, almost 12, which was closing. Iris couldn’t say her legs ached, but the dull feeling that laid heavy in her heels slowled her movements. She couldn’t wait until she was home, laying in her creaky bed. Even with the growing feel of uncomfort, a smile still danced on her lips for the remainder of the customer.
Slowly, she started to tidy up behind the bar, knowing the kitchen was already clean. She had the fortunate opportunity to say no to any customers wanting food, having to deal with the mumbling spells of irritations escaping their lips. All she could give was a smile, their tab, and a wishing them a safe rest of their night.
‘Thirty more minutes,’ she thought, tilting her head, holding back a silent groan that rumbled in her throat. The only people left lingering were two older men playing a game of cards on a table with almost empty beers in their hands, and the four men hiding in the back of the bar in their designated booth. The four of them were still locked in a deep and tense conversation. Again, she fought the urge to walk over to them, to say something, anything.
Iris wasn’t sure where the desire to disturb them came from. Never had she had the urge to interrupt a customer, interject in their company, insist for their attention; but they were not ordinary customers. They weren’t regulars either, but she had a pitiful feeling dancing around her stomach that pulled whenever she looked in their direction that grew when he never glanced back.
11:42
The bar was clean, she wasn’t serving anymore and didn’t expect herself to serve if someone asked. She was done for the night. The kitchen was clean and empty, Sherry's office standing still with the lights off; she knew she would be closing tonight.
She strode up to the two men, still immersed in the game in front of them. “Alright boys, sorry to interrupt but I believe it's time for me to close up.” She smiled tightly, hand inching towards what were presumably empty beer bottles. But the man to her right snatched the bottle away before her finger tips could touch the cool glass.
“We ain't done yet, pretty face.” He grumbled, not looking away from his card. The man across from him tossed a card into the pile in front of him, disregarding Iris’s presence once.
Iris smiled at the two men, not caring if they weren’t looking. She had to act the part, right? She couldn’t afford pissing two grown men off, especially when closing on her own.
Turning back, she prepared the tabs for the two parties, hoping it would move time quicker for her. Before she could make her way towards the booth hidden in the corner, a tray full of empty glasses was placed gently on the counter.
Price stood in front of her, pulling out his wallet from his large camel-colored jacket. This time she didn’t fight any urge, glancing back at the booth, watching how the other three men fumbled out of the booth while organizing the papers in front of them.
“Her, to close the tab.” Price’s gruff voice came out with narrow eyes facing Iris, silently watching her take the card he placed on the bar counter. With a simple nod, Iris got ready to close off the tab and send the four men home. Her eyes glanced back at the two men still stuck in their game. Her eyes lingered on them for a bit before a sigh escaped her lips, shaking her head in frustration. She looked up at the clock placed over Prices’ head.
11:58
Handing over the receipt to the older man, Iris mumbled a somewhat cordial farewell before grabbing the last tab for the night, long strides headed in the direction of the two men. She placed the tab in front of them.
“I am very sorry, however we are closing in three minutes. Could I take your bottles?” Iris spoke with a tight smile. Really she just wanted to cry. She never liked difficult customers, but she didn’t like being rude to them. Not that they didn’t deserve it. There were too many consequences when being rude and Iris struggled to avoid them. So she simply placed it nicely.
“In a minute.” One of the gruffed. A cry almost escaped her lips. Her legs ached now, that dull feeling only growing. It was dark out, and she never enjoyed closing during a weekday.
“I'm sorry sir, but there are only two minutes left till closing. I would greatly appreciate it if you at least let me take your bottle.” Sincerity wrapped around her voice. Maybe a little bit of desperation too. She didn’t try to hide it either.
Profanities lodged in her throat. She smiled tightly, nodded and stepped away from the table, maybe to stop herself from knocking it over. Could she knock it over?
With quick steps, she made her way over to the booth in the corner, maybe to waste time till closing, or maybe it was to finally interrupt the game they were playing and finally push them out the door.
She looked over at the booth. It was clean. The three of them lingered around the table, putting their jackets on. Iris grabbed the rag that was hidden inside the small pocket of her apron and began wiping down the already clean table.
Would she have to call the cops to get them to leave? Certainly not, but maybe just an implication of a phone call would work, hopefully scare them off.
A familiar Scottish voice interrupted her train of thought, locking her out of her of the conversation playing in her head.
“Need a ride, bonnie?” Soap asked from the side, Price now joining.
Iris just shook her head, “It’s fine, I have to wait for those two to leave and I fear they might overstay their welcome.” Nodding over in the direction of the now irritating men still playing their game.
In a moment of despair and frustration, Iris groaned in annoyance tilting her head slightly to the side, which only reminded her how exhausted she was.
“What could they be playing, for fucks sake.” This earned a chuckle from the four brooding and tall men.
12:00
Iris took a deep breath in, ready to tell the two it was time to wrap up, this time with more vigor. Why did Iris hesitate? Just yell at them already.
“Oi! Bars closed! Go home.” Kyle bellowed towards the men as they made their way out the door.
“Another minute won’t hurt.” One of them waved him off. Kyle walked up with Iris as they made their way towards the table. Ghost, Price, and Soap lingered by the door, watching silently.
“Oi lads, just go home, it’s late. I am pretty sure we could all use a good night's rest.” Kyle groaned, leaning his palms at the edge of their table now. Iris lingered behind, not wanting to interfere till they got up. In all honesty, she couldn’t find herself interacting with the two men without fighting back the urge to spew irritated insults at them.
Placing the cards down on the table, one of them locked eyes with Kyle, “And what? You’ll call the police?”
Kyle shuffled a bit in front of Iris. Moving his coat jacket a bit, she wasn’t sure what was happening, blinded by the backside of his body. Whatever was shown was enough for them to get up quickly. A stifled laugh escaped Soap which Iris was sure she imagined.
The men grabbed their cards, stacking them and shoving them into their pockets. Leaving a few twenty dollar bills on the table, they made a beeline for the door, not sparing a second glance at the four intimidating men.
Iris let out an exhale of relief. Reaching over to grab the empty beer bottles, she quickly wiped down the table with the rag in her free hand. Nudging Kyle with the back of her occupied hand, she breathed out, “I could use you for the closing shift more often.”
Only thing that escaped his lips was a small chuckle, followed by Price’s voice, “You sure you don’t need a ride home, dear?”
Iris tossed out the beer bottles and smiled up at the men still hovering by the door, Ghost's hand resting on the knob. “I’ll be fine, no need to worry. Enjoy the rest of your night.” She collected the trash, and grabbed her bag from under the counter. Kyle looked back at the three men that slowly made their way out of the bar.
You guys go ahead,” was all he said before the creaking of the door began singing its song as they left one by one.
“Let me walk you home.” He shifted his body towards the girl behind the counter, buttoning up her jacket.
“It’s okay, really. Go home.”
“Please,” Kyle dragged out.
Iris leaned over and picked up the trash bag near her, opening her mouth to say something.
“Dont, ‘Maybe another time’ me.” The man interjected, quickly leaning over to grab the trash bag secured in her hands. She smelled his cologne. A girl like her wasn’t well versed with the scents of a man, but she knew he smelled warm. She fought with herself again, knowing she lost already.
Her grip around the trash bag loosened, letting Kyle relieve the weight on her fingers.
“Okay,”
#kyle gaz#kyle garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#john price#soap x reader#cod fic#cod fanfic#imagine#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simone riley#141 headcanons#141 taskforce#call of duty
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Irish Wall Decor
This is a mixture of wall decor that I have created for my Irish Pub, but they can be used for any venue or residence.
Please note that the chair is cc are from the Irish Pub Collection created by Around the Sims 4 @aroundthesims https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/objects/room_community_23.shtml
UPDATED MARCH 14, 2023
Added ability to search catalog using search terms: sexyirish7 and si7
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Cead Mile Failte Sign
This cc object is a new 3d mesh created using Blender and Sims 4 Studio.
Polygon Count: 17
Model and Image credits:
Model mesh created by me
Image credits: https://theirishgifthouse.com/contents/en-us/p16556_Cead-Mile-Failte-Sign-Wood.html
Slainte Sign
This cc object is a new 3d mesh created using Blender and Sims 4 Studio.
Polygon Count: 17
Model and Image credits:
Model mesh created by me
Image credit: https://www.biddymurphy.com/products/slainte-irish-blessing-good-health-plaque-wild-goose-studio
The Whiskey Bar Sign
This cc object is a new 3d mesh created using Blender and Sims 4 Studio.
Item Description: Wooden sign "The Whiskey Bar Where Drink Responsibly Means Don't Spill It!"
Polygon Count: 17
Model and Image credits:
I modified an EA meshe to make this cc.
Image Credit: https://a.co/d/efxNXRK
Irish Toast
This cc object was produced as a selective clones using Sims 4 Studio.
Item description: Framed matte picture of an Irish toast. Three frame colors available.
"There are good ships
and wood ships,
Ships that sail the sea,
But the best ships
are friendships
and may they
always be!"
Polygon Count: 62
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Framed St. Brigid's Cross with Blessing
This cc object was produced as a selective clones using Sims 4 Studio.
Item description: Framed St. Brigid's cross with Brigid's blessing for the home. Three frame colors available.
"May Brigid bless the house wherein you dwell
Bless every fireside every wall and door
Bless every heart that beats beneath its roof
Bless every hand that toils to bring it joy
Bless every foot that walks its portals through
May Brigid bless the house that shelters you."
Polygon Count: 46
Image Credit:https://www.irishamericanmom.com/saint-brigids-blessing-for-the-home-framed-printable/
Irish Luck Chalkboard Sign
This cc object is a new 3d mesh created using Blender and Sims 4 Studio.
Item Description: Chalkboard sign "Irish Luck, Ample food and Sturdy Drink, A clean pillow for your head, And may you be forty years in heaven, B'fore the Devil knows you're dead"
Polygon Count: 17
Model and Image credits:
I modified an EA mesh to make this cc.
Image credit: https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Q-Essentials-Irish-Luck-Chalkboard-Wall-Decal/8640771
Funny Irish Sayings
This cc object was produced as a selective clones using Gimp and Sims 4 Studio.
Four frame colors available.
"Irish Diplomacy, The ability to tell someone to go to hell so they will look forward to making the trip."
"God created liquor to keep the Irish from conquering the world."
"Irish Blessing, As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way."
"An Old Irish Curse, May those that love us love us; And those that don't love us; May God turn their hearts; And if he can't turn their hearts; May he turn their ankles, so we'll know them by their limping."
"There's nothing so bad that it couldn't be worse - Irish proverb"
"A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything - Irish proverb"
Polygon count: 50
Image Credits:
Swatches 1-4:Irish Diplomacy Image credit: https://www.cafepress.com/+,367619808?utm_medium=cpc&utm_source=pla-google&utm_campaign=653472624-d-c&utm_content=38552018812-adid-96354634930&utm_term=pla-921189237065-pid-367619808&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIgOajs_aE-AIVhbjICh0avAXREAQYAiABEgJY-PD_BwE
Swatches 5-8:God Created Liquor Image Credit: https://www.irishnation.com/god-created-liquor-plaque.html
Swatches 9-12: Bannister of Life Image Credit: https://www.sawdustcityllc.com/irish-blessing-as-you-slide-down-the-banister-of-life/
Swatches 13-16: Irish Curse Image credit: https://www.irishnation.com/an-old-irish-curse-plaque.html
Swatches 17-20: There’s Nothing So Bad Image Credit: https://sk.pinterest.com/pin/80994493279668188/
Swatches 21-24:A Good Laugh Image Credit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/296745062918867133/
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!
we've been waiting / all year for this night / and the snow is glistening / on the trees outside / and all the stockings / are hung by the fireside / waiting for santa to arrive
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays! I hope that your holiday season was filled with a lot of cheer and all the hot cocoa you could ever want. This was my first holiday season in Merrock, and it was everything I could’ve ever wished for and more. As a thank you to those who have helped me make a home here in, I made you all my super, duper secret Chex mix along with some other things.
@narilily @jmiemagvans @stellylee @darpow @brooksienewman @valentinadiaz @bryanxlawrence @xjaylahopkins
NARI. From one fashionista to another, I really enjoy spending time with you! You’ve got a really great eye for design, so I got you a necklace that was a Singer sewing machine that I picked up last week at the market. I had them engrave your initials and add it to the necklace as something extra special for you. Along with that, I know you lead a busy life so I wanted to get a cute planner for you so you can keep track of all you have to do in the upcoming year! I hope you’ve had a good holiday!
JAMIE. Remember how we talked about personalized M&M’s? I might’ve gotten this while they had a package on them, and I thought it’d be funny to let you have some with your face. Sorry if you found a notification from me on your socials since I was trying to look for a picture of you. I hope you had a really great holiday!
STELLY. To my partner in crime when it comes to corn mazes... I hope that you had a special holiday this year! I found these candle holders at a store in town, and I just knew that I had to get them for you. Once the wax melts, it looks like a pool of blood, so that’s pretty cool! And this magnet made me laugh so hard and I think the only person who could get it would be you, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! I wish you a very Merry Christmas!
DARRIUS. In my months here, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you! From talking about weird foods to exploring the town together to swapping playlists, I think you’ve become one of my good friends. As a gift to you, I wanted to make a CD playlist of songs that I think you’d like to listen to while grading papers or cleaning your apartment. And since you’re a Bears fan, I found this pretty great 90s era sweater from Polished Brass that I thought you’d enjoy. I hope you had a wonderful holiday!
KELLAN. Listen, I think that I can shape you into a ladies man. And to aide in that journey, I found some whiskey infused toothpicks that should help you out if you have anything in your teeth. And I also got you a harvesting bag that you can put many berries in, it has multiple compartments for all your storage needs. And as a bonus gift, I found this shirt that I got at the market that I thought you’d find funny. I hope you had a great holiday!
VALENTINA. I got you some earrings that I thought you’d like. They’re not your typical hoops as I think as an artist, you’d appreciate them! And learning that you’re a Rina stan, I picked up her latest album from the store for you! I hope you had a really great holiday!
BRYAN. To my foodie friend, I think a chef always needs to have more than one apron and a lot of knives, so I picked up this one that I saw at the market. And these knives I saw at a store in town, so I hope you’re able to make many dishes using them! I hope your holiday was amazing!
JAYLA. I know you worked hard this week (and all the other weeks), so I wanted to get you a care packages with all the goodies you could ever want! And I know you also work at the library, so I thought this tote bag would be perfect for you! I hope your holiday was fantastic!
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Autumn candles at Bath & Body Works 2022!
Apple Orchard Lane, Autumn Woods
Blueberry Maple Pancakes, Birchwood Trail
Champagne Apple & Honey, Crisp Morning Air, Caramel Pumpkin Swirl, Coffee & Whiskey, Cozy Cashmere, Cranberry Woods
Flannel
Ghoul Friends
Harvest Gathering, Harvest Pomegranate
Lakeside Morning, Leaves, Leather & Brandy
Marshmallow Fireside, Mahogany Apple
Pumpkin Cinnamon Bun, Pumpkin Pecan Waffles, Pumpkin Apple, Pumpkin Carving, Pumpkin Clove, Pumpkin Bonfire
Raspberry Mimosa, Rain-Drenched Leaves
Sweater Weather, Salted Caramel Old Fashion, Spooky Cider Lane, Salted Butterscotch, Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin, Spiced Pumpkin & Patchouli
Vanilla Pumpkin Marshmallow, Vampire Blood
Wildberry Tea Spritzer, White Pumpkin
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Is that RAVEN MENDEZ that I see over there? You know they have quite the reputation of being the THE FIGHTER around town. The 32 year old has been around these parts for THEIR WHOLE LIFE and within that timeframe has landed themselves a job as a/an BARTENDER AT FIRESIDE BAR while living in CHESTNUT APARTMENTS. I overheard that they can be quite STUBBORN but their saving grace is that they are LOYAL. They remind me of TEQUILA SHOTS, LEATHER JACKETS AND EMPTY TAKEOUT BOXES but you’ll have to decide that for yourself.
Full name: Raven Simone Mendez
Age: 32
Birthday: June 13th, 1990
Zodiac: Gemini
Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female & She/Her
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship status: Single
Hometown: Ravenswood, Vermont
Occupation: Bartender
Current residence: Chestnut Apartments
Face claim: Lindsey Morgan
Biography ~
tw: abandonment, alcoholism, death
All that Raven was told about her parents was that her mother left her on the doorstep of Fire Station 61 and her father was a deadbeat who didn’t want shit from either of them. Raven was only in the foster system for a few months until she got adopted by Rosie and David Mendez. The two seemed like great parents for her as she grew up and she grew up a happy kid. She loved playing outside, drawing and singing to songs with her mom. David, her adoptive father worked as a firefighter for Ravenswood and she always looked up to him.
When Raven was around 10 years old, her father started to become sick and it only took a few months until his organs started to shut down. He passed away at the hospital and both Raven and her mom were heartbroken. It took them both months to grieve and try to move on but when Raven was almost 12 years old, her mom started to take a downward spiral. She started to drink. What started as a glass of wine at night turned into a glass of whiskey in the afternoons, a glass in the mornings and then eventually her staying out way too late and leaving Raven home alone. Of course she wanted to be there for her mom, but she hated what her dad’s death was doing to her so she had to grow up mainly by herself.
When Raven was in high school, she kept her head down in the books and studied a lot so she could get straight A’s and a great scholarship for college. She played soccer and was liked by a lot of people but not one of the popular kids. Coming home was the worst part of her day because of her mother drinking and not taking care of herself so most days she stayed after school most days for the clubs she was in so she didn’t have to go home until later when her mom was sleeping. Her mom never got aggressive or abusive, but she did hurt her emotionally. Raven tried to her best to stay strong but she eventually called one of her aunts to come live with them so she could help her mom get some help.
When Raven graduated high school, she wanted leave Ravenswood as soon as possible but her mom wasn’t getting any better. Instead of going to college, she got a job as a waitress to help keep them afloat and her aunt continued to live with them to help as well. Thankfully, she was able to afford her own place so she moved out of her childhood home and into one of the local apartments. She made a lot of friends, slept with and went out on dates with guys here and there but her main commitment was to herself and to help get her mom better. Finally, when Raven was 23 years old, her mom went to rehab for alcoholism out of the state and never came back. Of course she missed her mom in some ways, but she understood her leaving as living in Ravenswood reminded her of David too much.
It’s been 9 years since her mom went to rehab and left the state and Raven has been living a great life here in Ravenswood. She had a place in the Chestnut Apartments, she had a great job as being a bartender and she was healthy. Sure, she had urges to travel the country, the world even but she couldn’t leave Ravenswood. This was her home and she didn’t want to live anywhere else.
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