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[just-another-siimp]

Surface Pressure 141 x Reader HCs

Just a dumb bunch of thoughts about the 141st members reacting to their S/O giving them a massage, i crave fluff so i'm writing it for myself. If you guys like this please reblog! It gives me my daily serotonin boost.

word count: 1.3k Warnings: Unsure, if you find any let me know <3.

Captain John Price

We all know that as Captain, John is under a lot of pressure to not only keep his team alive but to get results.

A lot of the stress that he has is held in his shoulders, it doesn't help that post mission he spent a lot of his time hunched over a desk completing reports.

Massages often helped.

You often bought him coffee in the early hours of the morning, strong and dark the perfect combination to get him through the rest of his reports.

Even with exhaustion hanging over you, you'd stay by his side. Keeping him company until he joined you in bed.

You sat on your phone, idly scrolling through the news trying to catch up on the normal of aspects of life you missed while deployed. In the three months since you'd been away there was another royal scandal, the clicking of keys stopped drawing your attention away from the click bait article you'd been occupying yourself with.

Looking up you noticed how John rubbed his shoulder, sighing as he checked over his work before turning to you. When your eyes met he smiled and you practically melted, rolling the chair closer to his side in order to steal a kiss to the cheek before you lost him to his reports again.

"I'm almost done, love. Won't be long now." Your hand reached out to his, squeezing gently as you stood fingers sliding up his arm and the shoulder he'd been rubbing just moments prior. Wordlessly you added a small amount of pressure, both hands now gently massaging the tension away. John leaned back in his chair, head lulling to the side as his hands reached up to hold yours. In a matter of seconds he'd completely melted in his chair, blue eyes staring lovingly up at you.

"You've been sitting at this desk too long, dear." "Hmm if you keep this up I'll never get the reports done."

"That's the point."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz always has an air of 'calm' surrounding him, it's the reason why you'd fallen in love with him. Even under pressure he never seemed to crack, though that didn't change the fact that even he could grow angry and frustrated.

Anger was often a result of exhaustion, nightmares, aching limps keeping him awake or the worst possible thing. Your young neighbours throwing a house party at 2am on a tuesday.

You'd hate to admit it but even you were growing tense with the near constant thudding of bass boosted music. The party did eventually end, only with police intervention. Which was probably for the best, because if either of you had gone next door it would not have been a nice encounter.

Even after the nights drama Gaz couldn't sleep, he'd continued to toss and turn next to you. No amounts of spooning able to quench the frustration he felt.

Gaz had gotten up to get a glass of water from the kitchen, you sat up listening to the sound of footsteps padding back into the room. He gave you an apologetic smile as he placed the glasses down, that's when you realised. He'd bought you water too. This man was far too sweet to be real.

"Sorry to wake you Sweetheart."

"Come 'ere"

Your voice was coated in sleep, soft and sweet as you reached out for him. As he knelt down on the bed he pulled you into a kiss, something soft and sweet hidden within all of his anger and frustration.

"Lay down."

"Is that an order?" He's smirking at you, you're rolling your eyes at him. Despite the sass he still lays down, on his stomach. Fingers tugging lightly at the shirt you wore, it belonged to him once upon a time. Doing your best not to accidentally knee Kyle in the ribs you straddled his back, hands running down his back.

"Don't be a shit, Kyle."

"Yes ma'am."

In a matter of seconds he was putty in your hands, muscles relaxing under your expert hands as they pushed out the knots in his back. Fifteen minutes later he was fast asleep, with you laying on his back like a weighted blanket. Both finally sleeping peacefully.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost isn't the type to enjoy a massage, or any form of TLC really. The feeling of hands on his shoulders send him back to the battlefield, the weight on his back makes him feel like he's suffocating.

Even with you he's not fond of a massage, if you start to rub his shoulders or back he'll guide you into a a hug. Often smothering you in a cuddle, or returning the favour and offering to give you a massage instead.

What he does like however, is his hands being played with.

Simon can't explain it, but the feeling of your fingers gently pinching the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger is relaxing.

The movie had long since been abandoned, yet it still played softly in the background. You and Simon hadn't moved from the couch since dinner, takeout containers sitting empty on floor instead of being disposed of immediately. 'It won't hurt for the floor to be messy for a few hours' Simon had said, his attempt at keeping you on the couch successful. He'd sat with his back against the armrest, you between his legs so he could stop you from leaving. So you wouldn't have been able to say no either way.

Your hands had taken one of his, gently massaging away the ache that had settled in during the cool evening. He told you he was starting to get old, you rolled your eyes and reminded him that you're both the same age.

As the ending title began to play you shifted, releasing his hand as you attempted to get up. The same hand you'd been holding moments early snaking back around your waist and pulling you back to him.

"Where are you going?"

"To pee"

"I'm coming with you." At that comment you smack his hand, standing up.

"Clingy are we?"

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Johnny is very much a head rub kinda guy, he would start world war three if it meant getting a head rub.

that's an exaggeration, he wouldn't.. unless- jk

He likes to sit in front of you on the couch while you play with his mohawk, normally he pulls your leg over his shoulder and will massage your calf or foot.

He doesn't want you to feel left out

but when he's stressed tho? like mega stressed all of the tension in his body goes to his neck. He ends up getting Migraines so bad he sits in a dark until they go away. When on a mission it's worse.

As the sun went down the chill in the safe house grew, huddling closer to the fire you waited for Soap to come out of the shower. He'd been in there for longer than usual, you could only assume that it was as a result of the exhaustion that had overtaken both of you.

If it wasn't for the chill that had set in you'd probably have fallen asleep in bed, but you'd wait for Johnny first. After all snuggling was the best way to achieve warmth, or so he liked to remind you. The door swung open behind you, footsteps skipping right past you as he flopped down on the bed.

It was clear as day and you knew the signs, he had one of those Migraines again.

"mo ghràdh.. I'm so tired."

"Come get into bed properly, love. Then you can sleep."

Once you were both snuggled up under the covers, your hand rested on the back of his neck. Thumb sliding up from his shoulder just to the base of his ear, adding a little pressure before going back to it's starting position.

"Y/N-"

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"Thank you.."

Within a few minutes you'd both drifted off to sleep.

[just-another-siimp]

How they like their Tea. 141 x Platonic!Reader

It's late and I have writers block, so have this lil set of headcannons. Make sure to reblog if you've got the chance <3. If there's enough interest I'll add Alejandro, Rudy and some other characters in a part two!!

Warnings: None, this is literally just tea making.

You don't know when it happened but making tea for the boys eventually became a relaxing task, something that pulled you from your thoughts for roughly 30minutes but didn't leave you in a total brain rot either. Sometimes you'd get sidetracked while delivering tea, especially when Price got you checking over his reports for grammar errors or Alejandro was visiting and would pester you for something stronger than tea.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley Everyone seems to think that he likes his tea black, something strong like an English Breakfast or an Earl Grey. He preferred a herbal tea with a spoonful of honey added to the mix, the tea didn't have to be steeped for long either. Simon's reaction to you bringing him tea is always a wildcard, sometimes he simply grunts and returns to work (you never take it personally). Other times he'll call you an 'angel' or a 'goddess' and his worries will melt away with the tea.

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish This man likes his tea as milky as physically possible, you used to judge him on his tastes but at the end of the day it was how he liked his tea. More often than not it was an English Breakfast, on the rare occasion that you were annoyed with him you'd take him Irish Breakfast instead. He could never tell the difference, but when Ghost ratted you out he chased you through the base until you couldn't run any further.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick A lot of people think that Gaz likes his tea sweet, you thought so too. Considering it would match his personality. Yet as always he surprises you, commenting that he prefers his tea Black with one sugar. Or if he was feeling adventurous a dollop of honey. Whenever you bought him tea he'd always invite you to sit and drink with him, normally sharing a biscuit or two.

Captain John Price This man- he terrifies you when it comes to tea. He switches between Green and Black teas, it really depends on his mood. What makes it terrifying is that he just leaves the bag in the mug, he leaves it there until every tea leaf has been used and is devoid of flavour. You always offer him sugar, honey, milk or anything really. Something so that it doesn't taste like bitter leaf water (as Alejandro claims it to be). Despite judging him on his taste he was always grateful for the tea, especially when the paper work was piled up to his ears.

[just-another-siimp]

Lets get this Bread. 141 x Platonic!Reader

This is inspired by my sudden urge to make, proof and bake bread 2 hours before my shift started. It's short and rushed but any reblogs are appreciated <3 Warnings: Bread.. so much bread. Reader is stressed which is stressing the boys out. Lets pretend the base has an oven.

It starts out small, one or two loaves of bread made at the beginning of the week. The smell of fresh bread even coaxing Price out of his office, a rare sight with the amount of paper work he had to do.

Normally within 20 minutes of the bread being out of the oven everyone's visited the kitchen to grab themselves a slice, you swear you see Ghost drooling as the butter melts over the warm bread.

A loaf never lasts long with him and Johnny around.

Gaz likes his with raspberry jam

Price is an old man and puts marmalade on it, you've started calling him paddington bear as a result. He hates it.

Laswell gets her own loaf to take home to her wife.

It's not an issue until Soap catches you elbow deep in bread dough, flour on your cheek and nose. He laughs at you, makes you tea and wait until it's gone through its first proof before going to bed.

The next time you're caught in the early hours of the morning it's Price, unimpressed by your sleeping form slumped over the kitchen counter especially with the loaf steadily rising in the oven.

That was when they started noticing you were baking instead of sleeping, purposely keeping yourself up. With 5 loaves in the pantry something had to be done.

Ghost caught you creeping into the kitchen one night, instead of baking he took you back to bed and stayed til you fell asleep.

Gaz offers to watch a movie with you before he goes to bed, makes you tea and brings snacks. He never complains when you doze off on his shoulder.

Johnny is a trouble maker, he always enables you. He helps you make 4 loaves of bread in one night, then he makes you spar the next morning. Your arms have regrets.

[just-another-siimp]

Call out my Name Pt1.

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader Warnings: Mentions of violence, guns and typical COD things, Reader likes tea a lot, fools in love, this is unedited so i apologise in advance. Authors Note: This is a four part series, please please please reblog if you enjoyed reading it. Not only is it nice for my work to be seen but it's also a massive confidence boost <3. This chapter is set before the events of Strike.

Neither you or Ghost can sleep, you sought each others company each time the silence became too loud. It became a habit, whispered confessions, meaningful conversations and simple chatter all in the early hours of the morning.

Briefing as always was long winded, Price tried to keep it short and sharp but with Soaps near constant joking alongside the myriad of questions they had about their individual assignments it went far longer than intended. With the task force still being relatively new it wasn’t odd for them to split, and as one of the newer members and the squad's first combat approved medic it was hard to keep track of them. After the briefing you’d returned to your room calling it an early night, hoping that despite the pre-deployment nerves you’d manage to get at least a few hours of sleep in. 

Sleep never came. 

The red glow of your digital clock seemed to taunt you as minutes turned to hours, eventually you gave up. Slipping out of bed, ignoring the cold bite of the concrete flooring as it made contact with bare feet. The hallways were empty, as you expected them to be at one am. Passing Soaps room you paused, soft snores indicating that the Scotsman was dead to the world which wasn’t out of the ordinary. Across from him was Gaz, a soft tune playing from the radio in his room could be heard. He often played music to sleep, you assumed that it was for comfort he later confessed that he did it to drown out Soaps snoring. As you approached Ghost’s room there was only silence, if it were anyone else you would have been worried but you’d become accustomed to the enigma that was Ghost. Perhaps he was already up on the roof, guilt pooled in your stomach as you secretly hoped that he too was having trouble sleeping.

Shuffling into the kitchen you made a b-line for the kettle, grabbing a mug you started on making tea. It was something simple, something easy and something that provided a source of warmth and comfort during the lonely hours of the night. Normally you’d make two mugs, one for you and one for the lieutenant. Except he was being responsible for once and actually getting some sleep. The soothing scent of peppermint filled your senses, a sigh of relief left you as your body relaxed at the smell alone. Picking up the mug you made your way up to the roof, leeching off of the tea's warmth as a cool breeze washed over you.

There wasn't much to see from the roof of the base, mainly the shooting range which remained unused with most of the base sound asleep in their rooms. Spotting the set of deck chairs that had been smuggled onto the roof you moved forward and sat, head leaning back to stare up at the starless night. 

- 

You’d lost track of the time, the sudden weight of a jacket being draped over your body was enough to wake you. When had you fallen asleep? The familiar smell of gunpowder and whiskey pulled you from your sleepy haze, eyes opening only to land on Ghosts hulking figure. He stood in front of you, mask covering his face as usual and even then you could tell that he was disappointed. Although you couldn’t tell if it was because he was disappointed in you, or because he’d woken you up.

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the roof, Chip.”

He attempted to scold you but there was no real weight to his words, you were fairly sure it was just his way of showing you that he cared. After all if he didn't, why would he make sure you were warm enough? Shrugging you sat up, pulling the jacket on in an attempt to rid the chill that slowly crept up your spine. Ghost pulled the deck chair closer to yours, taking a seat and offering you a fresh mug of peppermint tea. This man was a literal god.

"Thanks Lt. What time is it?" 

"3am." You turned away as he lifted his mask, taking a sip from his own mug. Even after almost a year of sleepless nights spent on this roof you still turned away, out of respect for his privacy. It had been a few years since you’d first met the legendary Ghost, he’d saved your life. 

- 

“Rookie! Rookie- get back!” Your commanding officer screamed at you, pushing you hard in the chest as the building crumbled. You fell flat on your ass, dust clouded your vision as you scooted backwards trying to avoid the rubble that fell at your feet. Standing up you looked around, trying to find a way out of the house you were now trapped in. Your comm crackled to life, the Lieutenants voice strained as he spoke. “Rookie? You there..” 

“You sound injured, Sir. I’ll come find you.”  

“No- not enough time. Just get out of here! Find the others and get to evac. That’s an order.” 

The rest passed by in a blur, you’d managed to climb out of a window and drop down into an empty alleyway. Gunfire sounded in the distance, the yells of enemy soldiers were close. Perhaps they hadn’t seen you yet. So you ran, doing your best to make it to the evac point before it was too late. For the first time you were alone in a warzone, it wasn’t your first time facing combat but it was your first time alone in enemy territory. 

Reaching a crossroad you came to a dead stop, three enemy soldiers blocked the way and they’d seen you. Scrambling back behind the wall you crouched, returning fire trying to ignore the feeling of dread that filled your chest as more soldiers appeared. Ducking back you reloaded your weapon, desperately trying to find the best way out of the situation you’d gotten yourself into. That’s when you realised that their fire had redirected, instead of shooting at you their focus was on the sudden appearance of a masked man. 

Ghost had appeared out of the shadows, it was as if he had been there the whole time lying in wait. It was a bloodbath and somehow you’d both made it out of there alive. He didn’t say a word to you when you reached the evac point, only nodding when you thanked him before reuniting with your squad. 

-

“Chip? Are you even listening to me?” His voice pulled you from the memory, blinking a few times you tilted your head. Had he been speaking the whole time?

“Sorry- I totally zoned out.” 

“Wow, and here I was thinking I had your undivided attention.” He teased lightly, sipping his tea.

“Well- if it makes you feel better I was thinking about you.” Your brain had short circuited the moment the words left your mouth, even under the mask you could see that he was smirking at your comment. You’d flirted with Ghost before, a dangerous game the two of you played as you toed the line between just friends and something more. There were feelings there, but neither of you would act on them.

“If that’s the case, I think I’ll just cut to the chase then.” Confused, you tilted your head to the side, scooting to the edge of the chair to listen to what he had to say. It wasn’t often that Simon told you something, normally you’d be doing most of the talking unless something was really bothering him. “After this mission, would you like to go out to dinner with me? As a date?” 

For the second time in minutes your brain was short circuiting, surely this was some sort of sick fever dream. Ghost asking you out on a date, an actual date. All you could do was stare at him dumbfounded, he stared back his gaze serious yet soft as he waited for your answer. 

“Ghost I-” 

“Simon.. Call me Simon.” 

“I would love to go on a date with you, Sim-”

You were cut short by the access door swinging wildly, Soap stepped out with a dramatic yawn, Gaz followed close behind with two mugs of coffee. They spotted you both and cheered, as if it had been their mission to find you both in the first place. Scooting to the side you gave Gaz enough room to sit next to you, Soap attempted the same with Ghost and was shot with a harsh glare. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

With Gaz and Soap now on the roof there was too much chatter, they were already debating which team would win the football cup. Trying to get Ghost to add in his opinion as if he were some sort of football god. Catching his eye you smiled, a pink hue rising on your cheeks as he winked at you. 

All you could do was hope that deployment ended fast.

[just-another-siimp]

Passing Time

Warnings: Mild Swearing, Ghost is done with your shit, guns (mentioned) if I missed anything let me know <3. Pairing: Ghost x Reader (platonic) Authors Note: This is my first reader insert, it's a lot of dialogue please be kind <3.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Childhood is idolizing Batman. Adolescence is when The Joker starts to makes sense. Adulthood is realizing Commissioner Gordon doesn’t get paid enough to deal with their shit.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prompt Cred: @writing-prompt-s

"Childhood is idolizing Batman."

"L/N." Ghost flicks the back of your head, not prepared to deal with your antics mid mission

"Adolescence is when The Joker starts to make sense." "Kid where do you come up with this shit?" There's a brief pause as you turn to look at the masked man, a shit eating grin tugging at your lips as he binged the bridge of his nose.

"Adulthood is realizing Commissioner Gordon doesn't get paid enough to deal with their shit."

You're met with silence, Ghost's hulking figure stilling behind you as if he was taking a moment to consider your words. Shifting your weight from left to right your gaze returned to the warehouse you were supposed to be watching, there was still no movement and no sign of the illegal weapons they were supposed to be tracking down.

"I suppose you're right, Private."

"You're a fan of Batman, Sir?"

"Who do you think I got the inspiration from?"

You're turning your head so fast you almost get whiplash, trying to determine whether or not he was fucking with you. Surely he was fucking with you, it was hard to tell with the mask but even then you could see it. Ghost dressed up in one of those discount Batman costumes, suddenly you're sniggering and Ghost is glaring at you again.

"Care to share your thoughts with the class?"

"Nope."

"Eye's forward, we've got movement."

With that you both focused on the task at hand.

[lupin1faith]

That's how I interpret these four. the entire time

[maribroski]

I wish I could feel the panic and pure betrayal I felt during the Alone mission in MWII again, like for the first time. That shit was angsty god damn.

[niyarest]

x

[kamino-coruscant]

Clone Medic Kix in 4.10 Carnage of Krell

[crossilco]

Force ghost Fives-

[ninjigma]

Rex kept it on comms because he thinks it’s hilarious and just wanted to listen.

I am practicing the comic route as I continue to wish I knew how to write. Comics are a good medium but I get too detailed too quick. Thus! I promised myself this would be a quick comic (that the file tells me I worked on for 33h 6min) to intro a little AU that is essentially ‘Things would have been better if there had been more music playing’. And it turned out both great and agonizing because there are so many issues still but no. No more touching. I shall find my style in the lazy and it shall be good.

How do people comic?

This is also practice for drawing the armour and clones; and again, issues, but I shall continue to practice! You have now been warned of the oncoming content onslaught.

Enjoy!

[jaycexrex]

I am so fucking feral I think I need to be hospitalized

[writingbylee]

Bacta Info Sheet

Hi! this is very much inspired by this post I saw a few days ago. @mostlyvoidsometimesstars clearly has more about medical knowledge than I do, but I liked their ideas so much that I created this info sheet about how I think bacta should work. I hope that's okay!

This is the info sheet @gotomarvelgal and I are using for our current Star Wars Rewrite AU.

Feel free to use this, pls just reblog it because I went full-hyperfixation.

There are two main types of bacta: fast-acting triage bacta (tachybacta) and highly specialized bacta (surgical bacta).

Tachybacta

Antiseptic

Coagulant

Comes in patches or spray

Spray is for blood clotting purposes pre-bandage

This is for big boy wounds

More of a triage until they can get to a medbay

Heals external wounds only

Surgical Bacta

Neruobacta

Promotes nerve cell regeneration

Injected into the spinal column

Angiobacta

Two types

(1)Promotes regeneration of arterial and vein walls

Injected near the site of injury

(2)promotes regeneration of red blood cells

Injected into the bone marrow

Osteobacta

Promotes bone growth and fusing

Injected near the site of injury

Myobacta

Two types

(1)helps to repair muscle tears

The second chillest surgical bacta

Injected at the site of injury

(2)promotes growth/repair of smooth muscles

Aka the muscles you don’t control

Injected near the site of injury

Pulmobacta

Promotes growth/repair of lung tissue

Can be given through an IV if there are no vascular injuries

Injected into the center of the chest if there are vascular injuries

Dermobacta

Promotes skin regrowth

Used for multitude of injuries

Burns

Scar prevention

Scar healing

Usually involved in the process of closing surgical sites

Can be injected, isn’t usually

spread topically like a lotion

Usually carried in a medpack, but not very much

The chillest surgical bacta

feel free to hop in my asks/dms if you have any questions!! i love talking about star wars and my hyperfixations lol

[forgetmcnotts]

# eddie is fed up with their lack of music culture

STRANGER THINGS | Papa (4.08)

[simonemalec]

episode 8 said: angst no happy ending

[lev-calder-deactivated20230421]

stranger things, starring: these guys (via)

[keikomivra]

stranger things s04 vol. 1 + tumblr text posts