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gazsluckyhat · 2 months ago
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Sarah's House Masterlist
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SARAH'S HOUSE IS A DARK STORY. HANDLES DARK THEMES OF SELF HARM, TOURTRE, SA, AND MANY MORE! PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BEFORE AND AFTER READING!
Thank you to Thattallbean3 on AO3 for this amazing playlist!
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One - Russian Spies or Soap hates the cold. Nothing good ever comes from it.
Two - Open Wide or Ghost is just a giant softie.
Three - Air Con or Soap has magic fingers
Four - Hawaiian Pizza or Gaz needs to work on eye placement
Five - Shiny Things or Price uses his daddy voice
Six - Chest Hair or Johnny sounds like a motor boat
Seven - Sunlight or Gaz has soft hands
Eight - Blue Casts or Ghost's got soft lips.
Nine- Ice Cream or Price's mutton chops tickle
Ten - Frozen Waffles or Simon always knows
Eleven - Sports Bra or Price is a quickie man
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frudoo · 2 months ago
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Bells Ring Masterlist
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King!Johnny x Princess!Reader
After discovering that your husband, Prince Ewan MacTavish, has been having an affair, you believe that you are left to suffer alone. However, there is someone in the same boat as you, and he’s closer than you think.
Rating(s): Explicit. Warnings by chapter. MDNI.
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Chapter One — Fade Into You
Chapter Two — Bells Ring
Chapter Three — Mary of Silence
Chapter Four — Five String Serenade
Chapter Five — Blue Light
Chapter Six — She’s My Baby
Chapter Seven — Unreflected
Chapter Eight — Wasted
Chapter Nine — Into Dust
Chapter Ten — So Tonight That I Might See
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Fic is currently in progress!
Taglist: @variety-fangirl @bingoz @thevoiceinyourheadx @gazsluckyhat
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gazsluckyhat · 14 days ago
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Idea
Had a idea for months now. Was gonna make it a one-shot but seems I'm incapable of it. Here's a snippet, tell me what you think! - Bunny
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The clock on the wall in the briefing room showed ten when the Captain of the American team walked in. He had a RedBull in one hand and a sandwich in the other. Price scoffs at this. A fucking sandwich. He's rolling his eyes and looking around at the other people sat around the table. His own team standing with him in the back of the room. The group laid out in front of him were simple, everyday soldiers that handled everyday missions. He was only here in this room to get interduced and be shown his new office. He had no need to be here listening to the shit show he knew was about to happen. But thankfully is saved by the sudden appearance of what can only be described as a angel.
"Thought you were gonna start without me, huh?" She's strutting towards the captain, files in hand. The captain putting his hands up and taking the empty seat at the table. Price can't help but stare, hard not to really. She was beautiful. Dark hair done up in some artsy way, a pink shirt tucked into black slacks and finished with a pair of heels, that did nothing, she still would've only come to his chin.
"Meeting started at ten chica." Someone calls out. She's rolling brown eyes and setting the files down.
"Well maybe if captain underpants over there could do his own paperwork, I'd be here a little sooner." The group laughs.
"Why would I do it when I have a pretty little thing like you?" He's cooing at her, but shes flipping him off. Price has no idea what's going on. This wasn't how any of the teams he'd ever been on acted. Yeah, they joked and picked but this was different.
"Well this 'pretty little thing' doesn't work for you anymore, Will." He's rolling his eyes. "I've been transferred to unit 141."
"Who the hell is that?" She's groaning.
"Use your context clues Connor. They're right behind you." And eyes are on them. Her eyes are on them. A pretty little smile knocking the breath outta Price. "Everyone, meet Captain John Price of the SAS.
Lieutenant  Ghost, Sargent Kyle Garrick, and Sargent Johnny MacTavish." Connor, at least he thinks its him, watches them for beat longer than the rest. Seemingly studying them more.
"Ghost? That your legal name?" He's spouting out with a chuckle, eyes landing on the angel. She's having none of it though, easily coming behind him and setting her hands on his shoulders.
"Wouldn't tease someone with twice the body count as you honey." She says it in his ear, but loud enough for them to hear, sending a wink towards Ghost. And Price feels the jealousy burn in his chest, chides himself on the fact he doesn't even know her. Worst of all? He's now her boss. Wildly inappropriate. But isn't that the exciting part? He's shooing it out of his head instantly, no place or time for that. She points to the files and then the captain. "Have fun, I left instructions on your desk."
"If you'll follow me I'll show you to your office." Then she's turning around and Jesus, the back view is just as pretty as the front.
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gazsluckyhat · 16 days ago
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Sarah's House
Eleven - Sports Bra
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The fact I thought I could get on a writing schedule is a joke. My brain is mush honestly. Short chapter to fill in. Every chapter can't be a essay.
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Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.
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Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.
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In the weeks that followed everyone seemed to open up a little bit more. Price often sat with Soap and Sarah while he did paperwork and would listen to the Scotsman's tales and teasing's. Sarah's voice chiming in every so often, easing any existing discomfort from that day. Gaz found Simon on days his brain was just a little too much for him, the quiet and reassuring's he'd speak to him better than any therapy he'd had. And Sarah? She was never alone. Not because she couldn't be alone but because there was no reason for her to be. Each night unspoken choices were chosen and no one ended up sleeping alone. Even if it was Simon squeezing into a queen matress with Soap's starfish ass. No one was alone.
"I have some news." File in hand, Gaz slipped into the breakfast table beside Sarah and Soap. He put the file in the middle towards Sarah. The name across it was familiar. KND. It was home. A joke that had stuck.
"Kate contacted some old friends and we were able to track down everyone who was on your team. Where've they gone and so forth. You don't have to open it now. But it's here if you want it." She looked around at the boys sitting there. Each giving her their own version of a uplifting smile. Nerves licked her senses as she used the tips of her fingers to drag the folder to her.
"Are they all okay?" Gaz nodded. His hand taking hers.
"Several are now partners with several wounded and missing warrior projects in your name." Her heart clinched. She shook her head.
"Not right now." And that was that. The boys didn't prod her and the day continued like normal.
"You're making amazing progress Sarah." Gerard smiled at her. Sweat sat on her hairline and slid down the back of her shirt. Peaking a look at Soap she noticed that he too seemed to be out of breath, maybe even a tad more than her. She smiled at that. The tops of her thighs burned from the stretching and her shoulders ached for a nice rub. But more so she ached for Soap. He looked extra devilish in a grey t-shirt that was stuck to him with sweat and a pair shorts that clung to his hips. Gerard had been true to his word and not once touched her. Instructed each of the boys on how to hold her and stretch her muscles out. He also never questioned the rotation of the boys. And as much as she enjoyed the doctor she would much rather the boys stretch her in other ways.
"Ay, leaps and bounds." Soap smiled proudly at her and it only increased the blood flow to her pussy. She wanted nothing more than to have him squeezing her throat and growling in her ear.
"Next week, can we- can we try you and I?" Her cheeks flamed and she saw the question in Soap's eyes. Gerard nodded.
"As long as you're comfortable. I'd like one of the boys to be present just in case you need to tap out, okay? Just for your safety." Sarah nodded. She then said her goodbyes and yanked Soap through the building. At the car she let him go and climbed into the car.
"Are you a'right?" He turned her face so she was holding eye contact with him.
"Of course. Why?" He looked at her, studied the look in her eyes.
"Did I do somethin in there?" She shook her head. "You don't want us thouchin' you here?" Her cheeks flamed again.
"No no no, It's the opposite of that!" He leaned back in the seat. "Having all of you there and being the ones touching me and guiding me turns it into more than therapy." A sly grin took over his lips.
"Is that so lassie? Got your knickers in a twist, have we?" Heat roared down her spine.
"Mmm, Soap. You don't understand how bad I just wanted you to fuck me." He was pulling out of the parking lot instantly, didn't even wait until she was buckled up.
Ten minuets later they pulled into the parking deck of a nondescript building and into the darkest corner he could find. Out of all the boys Soap was the one that surprised her the most when it came to sex. Of course he was constantly in the mood but he wasn't the one always wanting a quickie. No, that was Price. Soap took his time. Teased her and made her beg before fucking her into tomorrow. So when he started yanking her into the back seat she was shocked.
"What are you doing?" She squeaked when he tugged her shirt up. His eyes dark with hunger. His fingers made quick work of her sports bra and the leggings she'd picked.
"I want you. Right here and right now." And so he had her. Pushing her back onto the bench seat and tugging her legs over his shoulders. As much as he wanted to lick and taste her he needed to have her wrapped around him. "So fuckin' warm."
"Mmm. Soap." He yanked her head back by her hair, forcing her to look at him.
"Name's Johnny, lassie. Better remember it. It's all you're gonna be saying." Sarah moaned loudly. She knew it was nicknames but to hear his name while he runied her was other worldly. His teeth nipped at her neck and shoulder as she sobbed his name. Hands threaded into his mohawk. Johnny had the tendency to overstimulate her for fun. Loved to watch her squirm and writhe under him. He pulled several orgasms' out of her before he even let himself feel it. But right now, right now he was hanging on by a thread. The air in the car was stuffy and hot as both their bodies became slick with sweat. Her chest pressed right agaisnt his. His fingers leaving imprints in her thighs as he bullied his way into her. Sarah could feel that pull in her belly. That familiar heat that creeped it's way up her spine.
"Mmm. John-johnny. Gonna-nna cum." Her nails pinched his skin as she began to tighten around him. Her pussy milking him.
"Fuck!" He wasn't gonna last. Not with her whimpering in his ear and how tight she was around him. He could feel her tipping over the edge. Couldn't hold on himself.
"Fuckkk!" She was shaking, her body convulsing under him. Johnny didn't even have time to pull out. His body spilling into hers before he collapsed on top of her. Sarah felt it then. This encompassing feeling of warmth. Safety. Home. Something she'd began to feel when she was with the boys. She felt it with Gaz when he'd make breakfast with her in the morning. Price when he'd let her sit in his lap and tell her about his paperwork or past missions. And with Simon it was whenever they'd watch the telly. His body relaxed and pliant. He'd run his hand through her hair. They were her safe space.
"'m not squishing ya' am i?" His voice was muffled agaisnt her skin. She couldn't help but chuckle. Johnny and Gaz were the two she found herself joking with the most. Always had something funny to say and had to be touching he at all times. She chocked it up to Price and Simon's past. Simon had told her a bit of his but she refused to pry. They'd not once forced her to open up.
"No." And they laid there. Hearts beating in sync. "I think I'm falling in love." Johnny stilled. Fear in his mouth.
"Bonnie.."
"All of you. I'm in love with all of you." Pride replaced the fear.
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gazsluckyhat · 10 days ago
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Sunday Worship
One - Lilies
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Had this in my Ideas for a while lol
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Sasha has a thing for accents. Always had. Maybe mutton chops too, and cigars.
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Sunday's are for worship.
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The clock on the wall in the briefing room showed ten when the Captain of the American team walked in. He had a RedBull in one hand and a sandwich in the other. Price scoffs at this. A fucking sandwich. He's rolling his eyes and looking around at the other people sat around the table. His own team standing with him in the back of the room. The group laid out in front of him were simple, everyday soldiers that handled everyday missions. He was only here in this room to get interduced and be shown his new office. He had no need to be here listening to the shit show he knew was about to happen. But thankfully is saved by the sudden appearance of what can only be described as a angel.
"Thought you were gonna start without me, huh?" She's strutting towards the captain, files in hand. The captain putting his hands up and taking the empty seat at the table. Price can't help but stare, hard not to really. She was beautiful. Dark hair done up in some artsy way, a pink shirt tucked into black slacks and finished with a pair of heels, that did nothing, she still would've only come to his chin.
"Meeting started at ten chica." Someone calls out. She's rolling brown eyes and setting the files down.
"Well maybe if captain underpants over there could do his own paperwork, I'd be here a little sooner." The group laughs.
"Why would I do it when I have a pretty little thing like you?" He's cooing at her, but shes flipping him off. Price has no idea what's going on. This wasn't how any of the teams he'd ever been on acted. Yeah, they joked and picked but this was different.
"Well this 'pretty little thing' doesn't work for you anymore, Will." He's rolling his eyes. "I've been transferred to unit 141."
"Who the hell is that?" She's groaning.
"Use your context clues Connor. They're right behind you." And eyes are on them. Her eyes are on them. A pretty little smile knocking the breath outta Price. "Everyone, meet Captain John Price of the SAS.
Lieutenant  Ghost, Sargent Kyle Garrick, and Sargent Johnny MacTavish." Connor, at least he thinks its him, watches them for beat longer than the rest. Seemingly studying them more.
"Ghost? That your legal name?" He's spouting out with a chuckle, eyes landing on the angel. She's having none of it though, easily coming behind him and setting her hands on his shoulders.
"Wouldn't tease someone with twice the body count as you honey." She says it in his ear, but loud enough for them to hear, sending a wink towards Ghost. And Price feels the jealousy burn in his chest, chides himself on the fact he doesn't even know her. Worst of all? He's now her boss. Wildly inappropriate. But isn't that the exciting part? He's shooing it out of his head instantly, no place or time for that. She points to the files and then the captain. "Have fun, I left instructions on your desk.""If you'll follow me I'll show you to your office." Then she's turning around and Jesus, the back view is just as pretty as the front.
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The only sound as they follow behind her is the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. She waves and smiles as they pass a couple of people.
"Don't think I caught your name lassie." Johnny strides to her side, shooting her his best smile. John can't help the feeling bubbling up in his chest. But the angel just smiles and gives her name.
"Sasha." She pushes open a door and waves them in. "This is your stop." There's five desks scattered around. The one closest to the door is decorated. A flowerily mat is set under the keyboard. A vase full up lilies and a little bowl full of candy sit on the edge. The chair is different then the rest. It's bigger, has more cushion then the others. Clearly belongs to her.
"Are those your favorite?" Kyle asks fingering one of the flowers. She sends him another award winning smile.
"Yes. My father used to always bring them to me on special occasions." She grabs some papers off her desk and hands then to John. "These are just some notes and paperwork for the transfer, Captain. I've laid out any new rules and important information in the notes for you."
"You didn't have to." He says as he takes the paperwork from her, fingers brushing hers. He tries to steady his heartrate as the spark runs up his arm.
"Hush, Captain. It's nothing. You should see how I had to baby talk Will to get him to understand anything." She's waving a hand at the door. "Swear he's only Captain because he's a man."
"I promise you won't have to 'baby talk' me, love." She smiles.
"Oh I know that Captain. I've read your file." She flits to her desk, grabbing several things from the drawer. She starts at Johnny first, hands him a baggie before moving to Kyle. "Here's some things to make the transition a little better." She hands Kyle some protein bars, his eyes widening.
"You were a little tougher Lieutenant." Still, the baggie she hands Ghost is full of candy. And not just any candy but his favorite. Johnny is laughing, his baggie full of Scottish snacks. She saves John for last, her smile wide as she steps in front of him. She hands him a bottle of bourbon. He stutters.
"I don't really drink but my research says this is the good stuff, so I hope you enjoy." And she's stepping back to her desk. They are stuck in place.
"Think 'm in love." She laughs this crystal clear laugh that causes John's heart to skip a beat. Johnny smiles at her.
"Well thank you. Your desks have your nameplates on it and are already stocked with supplies. Kyle, I got the special pens you like as well." John decides then and there he loves America.
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gazsluckyhat · 2 months ago
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One- Stallions
Phantom Pains
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I've decided that the chapters for this will be shorter than Sarah's House. Just because Sarah's House is dark and takes a lot to write. This is gonna be way lighter in tone and if the chapter's are shorter I can get them out a bit quicker.
I've also re-wrote this chapter because I hated it. So please tell me what you think!
-Bunny
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Simon knew he'd messed up. The fire he'd started burning down everything and he didn't stay to pick up the pieces. Now, years later he's back. The place he'd called home for so long the only safe place he could think of, the family inside broken and burned. He think's it might be too late to fix.
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You can always come back home
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Ghost stands in the open area of what used to be his home. He spots several things that had once been his. Several news clippings and mugs. The pictures on the wall make him look twice. It's him and Cece. Ribbons pinned to his button up, Cece's arm around his middle, face looking up at him. He can see the love in her eyes. His chest aches.
"That you?" Ghost nods, Gaz staring at them. There's a lot. Most are at the rodeo and some of from get togethers. Grant must've put them up. He thinks, Cece would've burned them. He feels grief at he thought of the older man. It was him that took the chance on him. Taught him more than his own father. Loved him like a son. He should've been here. Cece and Liz shouldn’t've been alone. Fuck up. The voice is his fathers. The time he spent on this ranch were constant in his memory. He'd learned more here than anywhere else. He felt free here, alive.
"Gonna have to show us." Price said standing beside him. They look at the different pictures. "You looks happy. Really happy." And he was. So damn happy. With Cece on his arm he'd never felt happier. The guilt he now felt almost eclipsed it.
"Maybe it has to do with the girl hanging off his arm." Gaz smirks as he says it. Ghost's cheeks flaming under the mask. It did have to do with the girl hanging on his arm. Price chuckles.
"Think yor' right Sargent." Price claps him on the back as they walk away. Ghost needs some air. Needs to be alone. His chest is aching and he feels like hes gonna vomit. So his feet lead him out the door and to the spot he'd loved forever.
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He rips his mask off when he gets there, falling to his knees and gasping. He can't catch his breath. His chest feels like a void, a hole he cant fill. Tears are racing down his cheeks and his throat burns. Panic attack. He'd had them before. They'd haunted him since he was a child. His mom used to hold him and kiss his hair. But he hadn't let anyone see them since. He let the sobs wrack his body, let himself fall apart fully. He couldn't help it. The grief coating his body.
"Thought I'd find ya' here." His eyes caught sigh of the woman who'd been his second mother. Eliza immediately got to her knees and grabbed ahold of him. He flinched slightly but she shushed him as she pulled him into his arms. Her hands rubbing his arms. Ghost let her, didn't fear her touch or worry about his face being shown. Not with Liz, the woman who'd took him in without a thought. She hummed quietly. He knew they looked funny, this tiny older woman holding a much larger crying man. Ghost had been taller than Liz even back then.
"Wanna tell me what's wrong, Beau?" The nickname brought back more feelings of grief and guilt. He couldn't say no to Liz.
"I shoulda been here. Grant- I shoulda stayed." He cries harder. His chest heaving.
"Hush. Nothing woulda stopped him from getting sick." He hears his swallow before she speaks again. "You left for a reason. Grant knew it and so did I. Doesn't change that we love you. He knew you'd come home. And you have."
"But Cece-" She cuts him off.
"Cecelia is too stuck in her head. She stills loves you or she wouldn't hold a grudge. She'll get over it. Use to blush every time her daddy brought you up." He chuckles at that. He sits up and smiles at Liz.
"I missed you. Wanted to call so many times but I couldn’t" She smiles and rubs his cheek.
"You had your reasons, as do we all. Now come on, let's go see if my daughter is making dinner yet." He laughs and stands before helping her up.
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Cece has dinner started, Gaz standing beside her as she talks him through what they're doing. Johnny cutting up some veggies while Price works on shucking corn.
"She's just like her father." Liz whispers it to him as he leads her in. Cece turning around when she notices him. She freezes for a seconds, eyes going slightly wide at his maskless face. The boys also stutter when they realize.  They hadn't seen him without it since Las Almas. Liz like always knows when he doesn't want the attention and drawls it to her.
"What's for dinner?" The question shakes Cece from her trance and she nods towards Gaz.
"Dad's favorite." It's all she says as she turns to watch Gaz. Liz pulls him away, needing help to set the table. Cece watches as Gaz stirs the pot, memories and thoughts running through her head. She hadn't seen Simon since she was sixteen. The last imagine she had was him walking away from her. Her screaming and begging him to not leave. Still, he'd left. Her pleas nothing to him.
"What was he like." She shakes her head as she looks at Johnny, or Soap as the captain had said.
"What?" Confusion on her face.
"Ghost or Simon. What was he like." They don't know. She has to remind herself that. They don't know that he'd abandoned her.
"Kind. He was eighteen. Just turned legal actually. Daddy brought him home and he was meek, hardly talked at first. But kind." She smiled as she remembered it.
"Ghost?" Johnny chuckled.
"Daddy showed him the ropes and he just fit. The animals loved him. You'd always find him in the horse pasture next door, taming whatever stallion they'd gotten." They'd spent many evenings in that field, riding and rolling around. "'tis why he was so good at bull riding. Had the magic touch is what mama always said. I've seen him handle barrels heavier than cows so I know he was just holding on."
"Aye' seen 'im handle men bigger than him!" She nods. Wondering what he'd been doing all these years. What'd he been through. Her Simon had always been gentle with her, her family. She'd seen his temper but it'd never been aimed towards her. They'd talked about his family and his past so she knew he'd had issues. Things he needed to work on but she'd always thought they'd do it together. Hand in hand. He'd promised her.
"Think I'm done over here." She breaks away and goes to handle the rest of dinner.
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 They gather round the table and of course say grace at Liz's demand. The boys digging in almost instantly. And so they eat, boys asking questions and Liz telling stories that cause Cece and him to blush. It almost feels normal. Like they're not hiding from anything, like he didn't leave. The only thing missing is Grant. He'd be siting right beside Liz, hand on hers in between bites. He'd be beside Cece, hand on her thigh, sneaking glances. But she was beside Johnny, laughing at some joke he'd said. He could feel the jealousy, knew he had not right to be. He'd left. And still he loved her. Had loved her all these years. Seeing her had brought so many feelings to the surface. He'd wanted to grab her, taste her lips once again and just love her. She'd grown, matured. Her body had filled out more. And he couldn't deny the lust he felt towards her.
"Ani't that right Simon." He wasn't listening. His cheeks blushing.
"I'm sorry, what?" The boys chuckled. Seeing him like this was new.
"I was telling them 'bout the time you broke in the Mastons stallion. The one that'd kicked Mr. Maston dumb." Simon nodded and chuckled.
"The old man thought throwing a saddled on 'em would work. Damn thing kicked him so hard he went cold." Cece laughed, her voice sounding so sweet.
"Heard Mary screaming for miles." They all laugh. The memory bittersweet. He had so many memories here. So many good ones. Ones that had filled his nights were grief and guilt. He'd punished himself repeatedly over the years. Spent sleepless nights running the night he left over and over. The image of her screaming and crying tearing him apart. But he was home now. Home. This place had become home so easily. But once again he was running, bringing trouble behind him. Seemed that was his destiny.
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gazsluckyhat · 2 months ago
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Phantom Pains Masterlist
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Simon knew he'd messed up. The fire he'd started burning down everything and he didn't stay to pick up the pieces. Now, years later he's back. The place he'd called home for so long the only safe place he could think of, the family inside broken and burned. He think's it might be too late to fix.
Intro - Sun Bleached
One - Stallions
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gazsluckyhat · 1 month ago
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Sarah's House
Ten - Frozen Waffles
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Sorry it's took a while. I'm having some health issues and struggling to understand them. So I'm really sorry it's taking me a little bit.
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Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.
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Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.
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Simon breaks at least six laws on his way back to Price's. Five at the minimum. He couldn't hear Soap or Gaz over the blood rushing in his ears. He vaguely remembers Soap screaming at him to slow down, or maybe it was Gaz? He doesn't know. Price's words echoing in his brain.
"She's unresponsive, Simon. We were eating ice cream and she asked about her team, then she just went blank. Sarah, baby can you hear me?" Simon felt the cold of terror encase his bones. The phone falling from his hold and into Gaz's hands. His hands shook so bad Soap had to start the car, his accent blurring his words together as he spoke. He doesn't even think he put his seatbelt on.  Ran every red light he spotted, swerved around cars, maybe nicked a mail truck. He just knew he had to get there, his girl needed him.
 Price has been in some of the worst situations you could imagine. He's been held at gunpoint, had to diffuse a bomb, and even infiltrate an old Russian compound dressed in a ghillie suit. To say he never panicked and could handle anything was a understatement. Or was a understatement until he found a wounded raven. Who was currently staring at him without looking at him. Her once bright green eyes had glassed over and she was frozen.
"Sarah? Hey, come back." He took her hand, gave it a tiny squeeze and spoke again. "Lovie, can you hear me?" No response. He felt a new feeling bloom in his chest. Something sharp and alarming. "Sarah, I need you to come back, okay?" He could feel the eyes on them. The feeling was radiating down his legs now, reaching to his toes and making its home. "Fuck." He reached for the phone in his pocket, his fingers dialing the number.
"Simon, it's Sarah. She's unresponsive, Simon. We were eating ice cream and she asked about her team, then she just went blank. Sarah, baby can you hear me?" He lent forward and placed a chaste kiss to her chapped lips, the jolt he felt ignored. "Please, Sarah, you're scaring me." A blink, slow but still. He reached his hand out to cup her cheek and felt her nuzzle into it. "She's coming back, meet me at the house." He hung the phone and reached to pull her into his arms, lifting her easily. Her face tucked into his chest and a kiss placed to her head.
Soap wasn't sure what to expect when they got back to the house. He hadn't really got a full explanation from Simon or Gaz about what was happening. He just knew it had something to do with Sarah and that was enough to send his heart racing. The car had barely stopped when Simon had jerked the door open and ran inside, taking the steps two at a time. Both him and Gaz were right behind. They were greeted with Price, pacing the floor and a glass in his hand. Soap could see that his hands were shaking immediantly.
"Where is she?" Price shook his head, swallowing whatever amber liquid was left in the glass before speaking.
"Went straight to 'er room." He wiped his hand down his face. "I checked on her but she just asked me to leave, I- I don’t know what to do." Tears started pouring down his cheeks, his chest heaving. Soap caught him as his knees gave out. His captain's head pressed close to his chest. Simon quickly headed towards their girl, his feet stomping up the stairs. Gaz knelt down beside the pair, hand on Price's back.
"She's gonna be fine Cap. It's gonna be okay."
"Lass just needs time." And so they sat there, Price shaking in his sergeants' arms. The panic ebbing away into sadness.
Sarah felt numb. Her body felt wrong, like she wasn't supposed to be in it. Her mind kept replaying the memories from earlier, she had somehow forgotten them. It was all she could think about the first couple days but she thinks that maybe her mind hid them to protect her? That's what she'd read somewhere years ago. Back when she had wanted to study psychology. But now they were at the forefront of her brain. Replaying over and over again. Her failure so evident now. Her fingers ran over the gunshot scar. The skin raised and rough. Dirty. The voices were so loud. The shadow in the corner was laughing at her. Creeping closer. It was whispering to her. Forgotten. Worthless. Whore. Scum. It was right. She was all those things and more. Years of training and practice had done nothing. She'd failed. Her team could have been slaughtered and it would have been her fault. They looked for you. But gave up, clearly. A lost cause. Just another forgotten soldier. Her eyes screwed shut. Should end it. She took in a shaky breath. You were supposed to die anyway. And maybe she was. She'd tried to. Had broken a glass and aimed to slit her throat but was caught before she could finish. She'd been stripped of everything after that. Clothes and the mattress they'd given her. They'd laughed at her. Spit on her and called her a coward. They were right. Don't deserve the name Raven. Tears gathered in her eyes. Your mom would be ashamed. She let them fall down her cheeks as she held in a sob. Her hands held the blanket tight, knuckles white. She'd joined the service to make her family proud. To follow in her moms footsteps. But she'd fucked that up. Brought shame instead.
"Raven?" She didn't move. It was Simon. Simon who'd done nothing but try and comfort here and make her feel safe. Slut. And she'd pushed him and used him for her own pleasure. Used all of them. She felt the bed dip, the blanket pushed away. Her body seized up, skin prickling. She was no better than the Russians. Traitor.
"Flower, hey." His hand pulled some hair away from her face. But he didn’t touch her. Could see the signs. The fear radiating off her in waves. "Talk to me." She shook her head. Eyes still shut. He'd been there before. The past clutching him by the throat and drowning him. Had felt the blanket of fear and shame for years. Until he met her. She'd given him the strength to face it. To heal from it. And now here she was. In the same hold, body coiled tightly. He had to help her, hands itched to hold her.
"Where'd ya' go?" She trembled. A shaky sob releasing from her throat. More tears falling. He laid beside her. "Can I hold you?" After a beat she nodded and so he wound his arm over her hip and pulled her close. He could slowly feel her relaxing agaisnt him. "It's gonna be okay." She let out the cries she'd been holding. And he held her, an anchor in the storm.
Gaz's mind raced with feelings he'd spent years swallowing and hiding. But now, alone and not needed, he could feel them crawling back up his throat until he could vomit them out. The sink was cold in his fiery touch, even with the liquid hitting his skin. Tears, he was crying. He chuckled angrily at himself. Here he was the mighty SAS officer. Seargent actually. His knuckles turned white as embarrassment and anxiety took hold in his chest. Carving themselves a cave and invading his brain. He scowled at himself.
"Useless again Garrick." Always useless. Never needed. He'd spent the past years moving up and proving himself even if it made him sick. Spent his first Christmas in service with a high fever and near delirious. Pushed himself until he bled most times. But when he joined the 141 he found a home. And though he wasn't as charming as Soap or as bearish as Simon he assumed he had a place. Price was the leader, something no one challenged. He was the intel, could slip in undetected easily. Thought he was needed. But if today had proved anything it'd proved he wasn't. Soap had Price and Sarah had Simon. He felt jealous of them. Simon had wormed his way into a special place in her soul. And Gaz thought he had too, she'd pulled him into the mix. Touched him and lit his skin aflame. Now he had no place. Nothing. No hands that reached out to comfort or care for. He had no task. Usually when the feelings threatened to exist he'd busy himself at work. There was always something that needed to be done. Some paperwork that had to be filed or a gun that needed to be cleaned. He always had something. His fingers twitched. He needed to do something. Knew he'd go insane just sitting here dwelling. So he crept out, tried to hide the sheen to his dark skin. He still had his handgun that he kept on him, it was in the jacket pocket and he'd left it on a chair back.
"Kyle." He froze, back straightening. He turned slightly to see it was Simon. Mask off and he could see the stress and fear on his face. The exhaustion the most clear. He had a glass in his hand. They watched each other for a minute. "It's not true." He headed towards the kitchen. Glass refilled with apple juice and hands grabbing something from the freezer to pop in the toaster. Kyle followed.
"What?" He hadn’t said anything. Had he? Simon leaned agaisnt the counter, hand rubbing his face.
"Whatever your brain is telling you, it's a lie." He made eye contact. "I've seen it in you since we met. You have no need to prove yourself, you are part of this. We want you here, Gaz. Have since the beginning." Red crept up his neck and flowered across his cheeks.
"I'm so-sorry-" Hand waving in the air he cut him off.
"Stop. She's picked you, just like she did us. Whatever this is, it's good for us all." He put the frozen waffles on the plate. Pouring maple syrup all over them and grabing a fork. "Grab Soap, ya? I'll get Price. Flower wants to talk." And then he turned around and walked away. Gaz felt the emotions creeping out of their cave and he forced them back down. Maybe Simon was right? Maybe this was what they all needed to actually heal.
After Soap had comforted him Price had hid himself away in his study, his giant oak desk littered in paperwork and intel. His eyes had started to ache from the strain of reading for so long. His brain kept creeping back to the new emotion he'd felt earlier. He'd finally figured out it's name while pacing the floor. Panic. Panic. God it was new and raw and terrifying. It lingered on the back of his tonuge. Taste staticky and loud. He couldn't get the image of those lifeless eyes out of his head. Even when they'd first found her, her eyes never looked like that. Fear had burned its way into his fingertips. Too scared to touch her for fear of losing her. He'd been so good. Practiced such self control. She'd ripped it apart. Taken his control from his hands and smothered it with her mouth. And he'd let her. Let her make her home in his hands and ride him. Some part of it felt nice to not have to be in charge. It was freeing. To be controlled. Her hands guiding his mouth or his hands. God, she was good. So good. And he'd almost lost it. Had seen what could've happened if they'd never found her. A shell. A empty carcass that would be dumped. And it had terrified him. Made his hands shake and his brain swirl. He'd spent years practicing resilient's. And in a instant it had been forgotten. He felt like a child again. Lost and confused.
"Cap?" Simon was holding a plate and glass in his big hands. Brown eyes soft but tired. "Flower wants to talk to us, come up?" Price nodded and flicked the side lamp off. Stilling her shaky hands as he followed his friend.
Sarah was cradled in the comforter. The deep blue covering pale flesh. Her eyes flicked towards the open door when she spotted blue and brown eyes. Her boys. Her boys? Not sure when they became hers but they were. Gaz's eyes were glassy, a faraway look on his angelic features. He hesitated at the edge of the mattress, Soap taking hold of her the second he could. His blue eyes relived as his kissed her lips. Hands circling his arms and holding her to him.
"Scared me lass, afraid we lost ya'" She sniffled and nuzzled agaisnt his neck. Eyes finding Gaz's and giving him a small smile while her hand reached out. He slipped his into her hold and she pulled him the rest of the way. His legs touched Soaps and his head found her neck. Eyes closing and just breathing. Soap's hand found his back and rubbed. Upspoken words finding all of them. Simon spotted the trio and put his hand up for Price to pause. His own eyes catching sight.
"She didn't remember that night in Russia. When they took her." He met Simons. "It's what she was blanking for. I guess talking about her old team brought the memories back up. Said she felt guilty for scaring ya'" Price stared. She'd felt guilty for remembering? Now he felt guilty. Not once had they discussed the night she was took. They'd just assumed she didn't wanna mention it. Not that she'd forgotten.
"Her waffle is gonna get cold and I'm afraid she'll attack over it." Sarah had moved to sit between both boys, hands playing with the tiny curls atop Gaz's head. Her hands had immediantly reached for the cup and plate. A smile sent Simons way. Simon took a spot on one of the chairs to the left of the bed.
"Sit with us?" She looked tired. Worn out. There was a scar on her bottom lip, where it'd been split and healed badly.
"Of course lovie." She took a bite of the frozen delight and sipped her drink. Soap was playing with her hair, braiding and un-braiding it. Gaz was touching her, a hand drawing on her back. His team felt more human. More grounded here.
"I knew something was wrong right off the bat. The base was empty from what I could see with my scope. Deserted. I'd-I'd tried to reach Ryan." She swallowed. "I didn’t even get static back. I tried again and nothing. I found them through my scope and watched them, everything seemed to be going right. De-dean, his group was maybe a click father than Ryan's. But that was it. I assumed maybe the spot they were in had bad reception, and ignored my gut. I followed them for about five more minutes until something happened and the next thing I know I saw stars. The sky was so dark but the stars were bright that night. And so pretty. I don't know how long I laid there until I felt this pounding in my head. When I looked around my gun was gone and there was blood in the snow. I reached and felt my head and I'd been hit with something." Price grabbed her hand, squeezes it for comfort. Simon stayed where he was, letting his team hear the memory. The same one she'd cried to him earlier.
"There were five soldiers around me. One of them hand my gun in his hands. He was looking down the scope and fiddling with the carvings. They'd assumed I was passed out and were smoking." She chuckled. "Were talking about letting their general have me. Some gift. I knew they'd kill me either way so I wanted to go out with a fight. I hid knives all over my uniform, Dean used to buy me new ones every holiday." There was a sad look in her eyes. "I found one and attacked the soldier with my gun, killed him easily. He was loud and one of the others shot at me but missed so I threw the knife and it lodged in his throat. Chocked on his own blood. Someone grabbed me from behind and I couldn't focus because my vision was swimming. I headbutted him and he dropped me. Saw a gun and grabbed it, but missed when I shot. My balance was failing. I couldn't see straight. I ended up tackling him and beating his face in. I didn't even register the gunshot until after. Then pain. So much pain. I touched the spot and my hand was red. It was everywhere. The adrenaline was fading and all I could think was how I was gonna die. I was gonna die and I didn’t say goodbye to my dad." Tears were cascading down her cheeks. Soap wiping them away and holding her. His own cheeks damp with tears. I fell back into the snow. Stared at the stars until I passed out. When I woke up I was in a cell."
"Sarah, I'm so sorry." Gaz kissed her cheek.
"They never mentioned my team, I asked and they ignored me. Every time. I gave us asking. Just like I gave up hoping to be rescued." Price kissed her. Put his own feelings and gratefulness into it to make her feel just how happy they were to find her. To feel her under their skin. To have made this home with her. To be hers.
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Hey guys!! So the hurricane that was hitting the US was way worse than we expected. I’m up the coast and close to the mountains but it hit us really hard. I was without power for 12 hours yesterday and still without internet. So updates are gonna be behind! I’m really sorry! As soon as I’m able though I’ll have a chapter of Sarah’s House up!
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Eight - Blue Casts
Sarah's House
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Masterlist
I have no words for this chapter honestly. It's what it is.
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Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.
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Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.
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Ghost woke up with Sarah curled into his chest, her breath fanning over the already warm skin. For the first time in years he felt whole, a void that'd been with him for as long as he could remember filled. The pain he'd gone through all those years ago was not at the front of his thoughts, no it was the small girl in his arms. He could hear his moms voice, his chest seizing up in grief. Her words echoing in his ears.
"You'll find yours. Fiery little thing too." He looks down at Sarah. He wondered if it was his mom who had sent her they're way. If she had been watching over the girl, making sure she was his match. Or maybe it was Tommy. Who knew what he'd been through and gave him someone to help heal him. Whoever it was he wanted to kiss their feet. Shake their hand and give them everything he could for handing him this amazingly strong girl.
"Why're you watching me?" She mumbles it into his chest and he chuckles at the feeling. He leans down and mumbles in her ear.
"'ous so pretty." He rakes his hand down her side and feels her shiver. "Can't help but stare." Lips so close to her ear. Sarah feels it again. The need, the feeling making her thighs slick. She tips her head up and meets his lips. Ghost pulls her close, savoring the feeling of her touch. Wondering is she feels the same. He pulls away, rubbing his nose agasint hers.
"Ne-ed to pe-e." Then she's slipping away disappearing into the bathroom. He lays there, wondering if what he did was right. Wondering how Price would react. There's a knock at the door and he sits up to see Gaz coming in. Shock on his face at seeing Ghost's face. He eyes him for a second before Sarah steps back in, cheeks flaming a bit.
"Feel better?" Sarah nods before stepping towards him, and grabbing him into a kiss. And Ghost feels relief. Fucking relief. Because her kissing Gaz means that whatever it is they're all thinking is okay, that she's okay. And maybe Price won't murder them. Just maybe they'll be okay. So he slips out of bed and walks to the pair that are still fucking kissing. And he watches for a second, before fisting her hair and pulling her away from Gaz and into a kiss of his own.
"Fuck." Gaz whimpers before Sarah grabs ahold of her arm, her nails sinking into skin as He reaches into his sleep pants. His palm chilly agaisnt his burning hot cock. The sight of his lieutenant and Sarah causing his brain to stutter with pleasure. He'd not expected anything from her, assumed his own thoughts were just from his lack of action. But that kiss, that fucking kiss had kept him up all night. Thoughts racing while he jerked himself off. He couldn't help himself. But this? God this was perfect, more than perfect. So he watched as Ghost had his hand around her throat and she moaned into his mouth. The sound went straight to his cock and he groaned. Sarah turned in Ghost's hold, eye alight with need. She smiled and puled him closer, slipping her hand into his pants to replace his. His knees almost buckled when she gave it a jerk. Ghost's hand shooting forward to steady him.
"Stand up Sargent. Flower here want's to play." And he kisses the side of her neck. Lips latching and drawing attention to the marks he'd left the night before. Gaz eye's roll back as she continues to play with him, her hands so warm. So soft. Her eyes are burning, watching his face for his reaction, so he leans forward and kisses her. Ghost at her neck and him on her lips. He can feel her relaxing, her body softening under their touch. "So pretty touchin' him, Flower. Mmm, so fuckin' pretty." She moans into Gaz's mouth, and he slips his tounge in. She sucks on it a little, letting him explore her mouth. Feels her put her weight into Ghost, whose hand slipped between her thighs. Fingers finding her soaked, thighs glistening.
"Already so wet for us. I think she likes the attention Gaz. Already so slicked up for us." Gaz chuckles and pulls back before feeling for himself. And god is it doesn’t make his cock jump. He brings the fingers to her mouth, watches as she sucks them clean.
"Mmm. Good girl." And she's whimpering. Reaching for them, begging for their touch. "Not yet, need you to earn it first." She nods, dropping to her knees. That wasn't what he had in mind. And he goes to tell her, to pull her up but Ghost stops him. Tapping his arm and shaking his head. Mouths let her and then watches her. So he does.
Sarah can feel a tad of fear, remembering what they'd done to her. How'd they done it. She feels the three tap and looks up. Ghost is- no Simon is watching her. And she shakes her head no. So she shows them. Grabs a hold of both before licking her lips and taking Gaz into her mouth. It's different. She's doing this for her, for them. Nothing is being forced into her mouth. She's choosing the pace, how much she takes. They're letting her, letting her take this back. To heal. She takes Gaz as far as she can and sucks. He throws his head back and groans, loudly.
"Fuck." Simon chuckles as she works him in her hand. Her eyes darting to him, he just nods. Thrusts his hips a bit. So she goes back to Gaz, focusing on him. Focuses on hoe he feels in her mouth and the noises he's making. She enjoys this. Really enjoys it. Her clit is throbbing. Gaz pulls out of her mouth and moans. "Not gonna last." And he's pulling her up and kissing her, Simon takes her by the hips and pulls her to the bed. Wraps his arms around her shoulders and sits her between his legs.
"Wanna feel as his fuck you." She whimpers as Gaz notches himself at her entrance and kisses her. Can't help but buck her hips up, begging to be touched. Needs it. "So needy." He kisses her head, palms himself behind her. Gaz pushes forward and she fucking moans. So loud Simon clamps a hand over her mouth and chuckles.
"Fuckin' hell." Gaz drops his head to her neck as he bottoms out. Her pussy so fucking tight and warm. "She's so fuckin' tight." Simon nods.
"Almost finished the second I was in 'er." Sarah whimpers behind his hand. Pushing her hips up trying to get friction. Simon removes his hand and urges Gaz to move. "Fuck 'er brains out Sargent."
"Aye' Aye'" And he goes to town.
Johnny frits around the kitchen, trying not to think about what he saw in the master bedroom. Urges himself to focus on the breakfast he's making and not the sight of his two friends making out with the girl. Nope, not that. Not the fact that the sight made him hard in seconds. Or that he stayed around the corner listening to her moan. Or the fact that he also peeped her on her knees sucking Gaz off. No, focus on the eggs that are burning in the pan.
"'Yer cookin?" Price asks as he goes to make coffee. Johnny simply nods, hoping his captain caught it. "Cat's got 'yer tonuge? Or does a flower got it?" He turns to look at that.
"You know?" Price nods.
"Figured it'd happen sooner or later. Heard her and Simon last night. Almost couldn't get to bloody sleep." He smirks into his coffee. Johnny shaking his head.
"Don'ne think I'l sleep either." No, the imagine of her naked and on her knees would be branded there forever now.
"Don't push her. That's the last thing she needs. She'll choose on her own." Johnny knows this. Wouldn't dare force her into anything. So he makes breakfast. Accepts the cup of coffee Price gives him and finishes cooking. It's not when they come down, Gaz pulls her a chair out and sit's beside her.
"Where's Ghost at?" Sarah shakes her head at Price.
"Simon." Knocks them for a loop.
"That's right Flower." And there he is. Without his mask and smiling. Without his mask and smiling. Okay maybe Sarah was good for them. Simon seemed to be opening up. He takes a seat beside Price and sends a smile towards her.
"Good to see you again Simon." Johnny is short circuiting. His need to fucking pin her to the table and eat her for breakfast and then his need to pull her into his arms and thank her for being there for Simon fighting. So he makes him a plate and sits beside her. She smiles at him, taking a bite of her eggs. He can see the marks on her neck. The glow that she emits. And he loves it. She looks human. Actually human. "Hate to ruin the moment but you have appointments tomorrow Lovie."
"What?" Her brow creases. Price swallows his coffee and speaks again.
"Doctors appointments. And a therapy appointment. Oh and the physical therapist." Soap feels her tense beside him. Her body going ramrod straight. 
"N-no." Her hands are shaking.
"That's the deal to keep you here, out of the hospital." Sarah shakes her head. Her whole body shivering.
"No-o. I wo-n't go." Her eyes are darkening. He can tell shes hiding, going back into herself.
"C'mon raven." He grabs a hold of her hand and pulls her up, leading her outside. Away from the enclosed space. They sit around the firepit, the breeze wafting across their skin. "I broke my arm when I was younger." Sarah watches him.
"How?" Soap chuckles.
"My mum would say I needed to be closer to God, so I jumped off 'da church roof." Sarah laughed, her eyes lighting up. "Landed on it hard. Couldn't breath without it hurtin. Already hated doctors and nurses. Stayed sick as a kid so I was always there. Scared of 'em really." He looked over at her. "Screamed whenever they came near. Had to sedate me to put the cast on. Mum picked blue."
"I used to get strep like clockwork every winter. Would practically keep it. Doctors never bothered me because I'd spent so much time there. Russia," She wrapped her arms around herself. "They did horrible stuff. Took so much blood Soap. So much. Then they'd inject me with these things. I don't even know what. But they burned. Felt like I was on fire. Just to watch me. They enjoyed watching me writhe. The torture I expected. But the experiments? I never would have thought." He can see the tears and so he pulls her into him.
"Oh sweetheart." He try’s to soothe her.
"I'm scared they made me sterile. Took away my choice. Haven't had a period since I was captured." Soap doesn't say anything, doesn't know how. "I always wanted to be a mother. Since I was a kid. Don't think I'd be a good one now though. I'm too damaged."
"Fuck 'at." He pulled her face up. "Damaged? No. Never. You'd be a great mum. The best. Let the doctors help ya' please. And one day you'll make the most amazing mum. I promise." And so he kisses her. Mostly because he has no self control and mainly because she was staring at him like that. For a couple seconds he thinks he went to far but she kisses back. Allowing him to readjust and pull her closer. She's soft agaisnt his touch, but fits. Having her like this, so close and here, makes him feel whole. Like something was missing and she was it. Like he'd been searching all this time for her. And maybe he had. That mission had fallen into their lap. Price had took it on a whim. It'd been a obvious outcome. Planned on finding proof she was dead. And instead they found her. Alive and fighting. Here she was now, finding her place in this little group. She fit right in. Her imprint on each of them.
"Thank you. For saving me." She whispers it agasint his lips. Hand tugging on his mohawk. Soap shakes his head.
"No, lass. You saved us."
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Phantom Pains
Intro - Sun Bleached
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You can thank Hozier for the inspiration for this one. That and everyone talking about cowboy Ghost. This is gonna be a lighter story apposed to Sarah's House. Some sad elements and smut. I hope you enjoy!
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Simon knew he'd messed up. The fire he'd started burning down everything and he didn't stay to pick up the pieces. Now, years later he's back. The place he'd called home for so long the only safe place he could think of, the family inside broken and burned. He think's it might be too late to fix.
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You can always come back home
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The house looked exactly how it did when he was eighteen. The paint had faded and the once red shutters had been sun bleached. But the red door looked the same. The fence around the property had been updated and the mailbox replaced. But it felt the same. He felt the same. The nervousness and fear sitting heavy in his broad chest. She might not even let him in. Might not even be home.
"Are 'ya gonna even knock, LT?" Johnny pipes up behind him and knocks him out of his funk, hands unclenching. He nods and raps at the door, the sound echoing in his ears. He can hear barking and wonders if it's Apple, even though she'd be ancient by now. It's only a few minutes before he hears her. Her voice matured now, telling the animal to hush. The southern drawl still evident in her voice. He can hear her unlocking the door and then pulling it open.
"Yeah?" She freezes when she sees him. Confusion in her blue eyes. Ghost can't breath, eyes stuck on her face. Fifteen years and she looks the same. Wide and bright blue eyes he used to get lost in, chubby cheeks he loved to pinch, and the same mouth he used to kiss. He can tell when she realzes who he is. Her eyes studying him for a second before she straightens up and speaks.
"Simon?" God he missed how she'd say his name. He nods, finally gaining the ability to speak.
"Peach." Her cheeks flame and that’s when she sees the men behind him.
"What're ya' doin' here Simon?" Her eyes are hard, something unreadable on her face.
"Need yor' help Peach." She shakes her head.
"Ya' know my names Cecilia." He feels that pang in his chest again. "And how can I help ya'll?" She's eyeing Johnny, the mischievous air about him. Ghost clears his throat.
"We're in some trouble, need a safe place." Her eyes narrow.
"Safe place? And you think this is some boarding house, do ya'? I'm s'posed to just welcome you back in like nothing ever happened?" This time it's his cheeks that flame under his baklava. The shame creeping up his bones.
"Pea-" She cuts him off.
"Cecilia, Simon. You've lost the right." She glowering at him.
"Please Cece, I know I've fucked up. Just let us in and we'll explain." Her eyes go to Price, clocking him as the leader.
"You, care to explain?" Her hand on her hip, she crooks her finger at him. "Inside, just you." Price shuffles past him and she slams the door shut in Ghost's face. Johnny slaps his shoulder and laughs.
"D'know what ya' did, Lt, but she seems pissed." Ghost pushes him and sit on the stairs, same ones he built all those years ago.
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 He doesn't know how long they sat out there just waiting, but he was up the second the door cracked open. It was Price who stood before them, a small smile on his face.
"You got a smart girl Simon." The hes nodding into the open house. "C'mon."
The entry way was the same as well, the mat was new but the same table, key bowl, and pictures lined it. They found her in the kitchen, mixing a pitcher of sweet tea. It too was the same, the whole house was. At her feet was Apple, grey taking over most of the brown fur now. Another, slightly bigger dog was rushing over, tail wagging. Cecilia turned, clicking her tongue.
"Kiwi, off." The dog ran back to her feet, Apple getting up and making her way to Ghost. Knelling he petted her.
"Hey old girl." She nudged her head into his stomach. "Still so sweet huh?"
"Last year, she got into it with a cotote." Cecilia set the mixing spoon in the sink and put the pitcher in the fridge. "Came out on top, but lost a whole lotta blood. Didn't think she was gonna make it."
"Looks the same now, still a fighter." He placed a clothed kiss to the dogs head and stood up. She walked towards them, opening the backdoor so Kiwi could run out, Apple following behind.
"Got Kiwi to heard since Apple's getting' older. Damn dog is a pain." She leans agaisnt the counter and crosses her arms. "Ya'll can stay but I got rules, Simon you already know 'em." Ghost nods, her father's voice clear in his head even after so long.
"One, don't gotta pay rent but you will work for you board. Everyone pulls their weight 'round here. Two, clean up after yourself. I ain't your mama and I'm not cleaning up after ya'. Three, no funny business. Don't be bring girls or guy in here and fooling 'round. My mama will have a fit." At the mention of her mama Ghost perks up.
"Liz is here?" He ask cautiously. His heart warming up at the older lady. Cece nods.
"Still in her and daddy's room. She's sleeping now, today's been a rough one." Ghost nods, planning to ask her what happened later. "We get up at five. Gotta feed the animals, I make breakfast every mornin'. With ya'll here I'll have it ready by seven. Lunch at twelve. Dinner is every night at six, but Fridays. Those are rodeo nights. 'Member those Simon?" She has that twinkle in her eye. Ghost chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.
"Mmhm. Course. Still gotta couple scars." She chuckles.
"Ya'll lookin' at one of the best bull riders this town's seen in years." They at gawk at him, Johnny perking up and opening his big mouth.
"Like ridin' Lt?" Kyle laughs, cheeks darkening. "Fall a lot?"
"Should've seen him. Could get a bull calm in seconds, held on longer than half the boys raised here."
"'Nough bout me." He can't stand the attention. Cece laughs and nods towards the back half of the farmhouse.
"Room's still the same. Simon, we fixed up the out building after you left. Daddy swearing you'd come back. There's enough room for all four of ya'll." She opened the door to the sun room, finer pointing to the building he'd made his home. "Added heat and all. Even fixed up the bathroom. Bed's might not be the best but we can fix it later on."
"Same key?" She nods, fisting the same old key into his open palm.
"Still gotta jiggle it. And I've got some of daddy's things ya'll can have. Captain said this was all last minute so we'll work on getting the other stuff."
"When'd he pass?" Ghost notices the way she looks away.
"Two winters after ya' left. Got sick and couldn't shake it. Mama ain't been the same since. He swore that'd you'd be back. Said you'd realize this was you're home. Just had to sort yourself out first." She holds his stare, the pain clear in her eyes.
"Peach, I'm.."
"Soap? Mowhawk right?" Price nods. "Come help me get the boxes outta the attic. Simon go show 'em the place." Then she's walking off, Soap following behind her. Leaving Ghost to think about what he'd done.
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gazsluckyhat · 2 months ago
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Bunny's Masterlist
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🌶️ - smut
☁️ - fluff
👿 - tw
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Sarah's House - Poly!141 x Reader 🌶️👿
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Phantom Pains - Ghost x Reader 🌶️
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Sunday Worship - Price x Reader 🌶️☁️
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gazsluckyhat · 1 month ago
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I HAVE INTERNET!! YAY! lol i'll be trying to update as soon as possible.
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gazsluckyhat · 2 months ago
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Just thought I'd let you guys know that this chapter of Sarah's House is opening up with more smut lol as a little treat for being so kind
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gazsluckyhat · 10 days ago
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Sunday Worship Masterlist
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One - Lilies
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gazsluckyhat · 1 month ago
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I am Nurse Reham It is important that you listen to me at this moment I lost my entire family All I want is to buy a tent and food Now we are forced to do so We have been displaced again from the danger zone and we have nothing Please help me for my sisters the children from the cold winter I am very sad and I suffer from stomach upset because of the painful loss I experienced from my family and my brother who was drowning in his blood I cannot eat anything because of the high price of food Your contribution even a small amount of $ 20 is enough to save my life and the life of my family You are my only hope please https://gofund.me/a08653d7
Anything helps!
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