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okay so idk if u have requests open pr not but HEAR ME OUT(ignore this if it makes u uncomfortable): SO YOU KNOW HOW SERVICE DOGS USE PRESSURE TO CALM PEOPLE DOWN? by like putting their heads on peoples laps, ect. SO IMAGINE LIKE KONIG OR GHOST (i think this works with anyone tbh) having like a panic attack of nightmare and then insert reader who is just rlly calm and just comes up and higs them yk LIKE ANGST TO FLUFF HEHEH

AHHHH THATS SO CUTE OMG

IM JUST GONNA DO SHORT SCENARIOS CAUSE I DOTN HAVE THE ATTENTION SPAN TO WRITE LONG STORIES RN

I DO TAKE REQUESTS BUT I CANT PROMISE ILL DO EVERYONE OF THEM I GET

(i tried to follow your request as much as possible, i hope you enjoy!!)

slight tw: detail panic attacks

simon “ghost” riley:

simon was used to waking up with nightmares, but nothing this bad. his breath was caught in his throat. his mind was racing, his hands sweaty, and the room felt like it was spinning. and worst of all, you were gone.

you had woke up a few minutes before simons panic attacks went to work and got a cup of water. you heard the bed silently creak from your bedroom, which meant simon was awake.

his brain felt like mush, he couldn’t hear anything or see anything but his nightmare over and over again. this is so much worse than the other panic attacks, he realized. as soon as you walked into the room, you knew what was happening. watching simon claw at the bed sheets, his head pointed towards his lap, his body twitching like he was hiccuping. you walked to his side of the bed, wrapping your arms softly around his shoulders, holding him close. your hand rubbing his back softly.

his face was mushed into your chest, gripping your shirt. he felt air slowly enter his lungs. his hiccup-like movements stopped and calmed down after a few minutes. you fingers tangled in his short hair. his arms soon wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

your hands cupped his face, semi-forcing him to look at you. the small hallway light shown through the doorway, lighting up his tear stained face. your thumb wiped his tears, a small smile showing on his, then your face. it was a smile that showed his love to you, no words needed.

konig:

after meeting you, konig’s anxiety had lessened. but his nightmares still increased with every mission he went on. he knew what would happen when he joined the military, of course, and he still took the chances.

his nightmares always used you to fuel them. you were always a victim, which was something that scared the shit out of konig. he tossed and turned till he woke up, his hands covering his face. his tears continued to flow down his face.

the silent shuffling next to him brought him out of his thoughts. konig turned his head to look at you, your sleeping frame. you looked so peaceful, so alive. his hand reached out to touch your face. his finger traced your nose, to your jawline, and then to move your hair out of your face. your eyes slowly opened at the contact, immediately looking into his sad eyes. you hand cupped his face as his did to you.

“are you okay?” your voice came out very small. he nodded, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. he felt calmer in your awakened presence. “turn around…”

konigs back face you and your arms wrapped around his waist. your face smushed against his back. you could feel konig hold your arms, tracing his fingers along them softly.

when you felt him stop, you knew he was asleep. you pressed a small kiss to his neck and closed your eyes to fall asleep, hoping to still wake up with your arms wrapped him in the morning.

😭😭😭😭

this made my soul happy

hello! i’m back with another :)

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Inner Child

pairing: platonic 141 x gn!reader

warnings: none i believe :)

summary: your favs are back with a snowball fight

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ghost is stood silently in the kitchen making a cup of tea, when he hears a distant giggle. his back immediately tenses, going into high alert as he sits the kettle down.

he knew that giggle. nothing ever good came from that giggle. it was your giggle.

the sound draws closer to where he is.

please, no. what were you up to now?

with his back stiff and straight, he turns to the doorway slowly. his eyes immediately meet your small figure clad in an oversized, black puffy winter coat, thermal pants, a grey beanie, and your boots. a scarf is wrapped around your neck, slightly lifted onto your chin. your hands are behind your back. a giant, toothy smile taking over your red face.

“hi, ghost.” your voice drags out the ‘hi’, and he immediately knows you are up to know good.

before he could even say anything, something cold hits his masked face.

“what. the. fuck.” his teeth are clenched and his eyes snap open. snow sticks to his mask, and covers his front, leaving a small puddle on the floor by his feet.

“was that a fucking snowball, grim?”

your laugh echoes off the walls as you quickly run down the halls.

thundering footsteps quickly meet your ears, and you slide around a corner. a hard wall knocks you to your butt with a loud “oompf”. you look up to see soap.

“soap! oh gosh, soap, please help! ghost is chasing me.” you’re out of breath, panting as you hold your hands up to johnny.

he looks down at you, grabs your little hands, and plants you on your feet.

“well, why-“

“GRIM! GET THE FUCK BACK OVER HERE, NOW.” ghost is only just around the corner, and you take the opportunity to throw soap behind you, and book it out of there.

“shit!” the sound of two big men colliding on the floor is enough to make you cackle as you run out the front door, into the field.

you arm yourself with multiple snowballs before the guys come running out. you don’t even bother to look as you throw the balls of snow at them as they advance.

you let out a scream as soap snatches you up in front of him, and lets ghost pummel you with snow. hit after hit.

your laughter and screaming is loud enough to make price and gaz rush out of base.

“what the fuck is going on out here?” price’s voice shouts above your animalistic laughter.

ghost freezes mid throw, smacking you right in the face, and turns to see price with his hands on his hips. gaz is stood to the side, holding his stomach with laughter.

“price! help! they ganged up on me.” your voice is meek, and innocent. you bat your eyelashes for good measure.

soap scoffs and tosses you to the ground, “like hell we did! little shit came out of nowhere, captain.”

price beckons you over. you turn your head to the ground, lips pursed. you didn’t think you’d get in trouble, you just wanted some fun.

you finally make it over to him, and he takes your small hand, placing something in it.

“get ghost, i’ll take soap.” he winks and you spin around and chuck the ball right at ghost’s profile. it’s enough force to catch him off balance and fall into a pile of snow to his right.

soap loses it, hands on his knees, tears steaming from his eyes before he’s met with the same fate as his lieutenant.

“aye, what the fuck!”

price bends down in front of you as you jump onto his shoulders. a smile as bright as the sun overtaking your features. gaz arms you with snow, and you pin the guys down behind piles of snow. 

your breath is seen in the air every time you laughed.

soap’s smile never leaves his face, except for when it gets hit, effectively knocking it off.

ghost’s eyes shine with amusement and he continues to pummel you and price with snow.

price’s hands dig into your thighs to keep you from falling.

you don’t think you’ve ever had so much fun.

about an hour later you all head inside when the sun started going down, and it was too cold to stay out. making your way to your room. you change into soft pajama pants and a baggy jumper. grabbing a blanket, you rush into the commons and flip on the couch.

you notice no one else is there. huffing, you get back up and rush around base, knocking on doors, and dragging everyone from their rooms.

you sit them in various places in the commons before rushing into the kitchen. the smell of hot cocoa invades their nostrils, and you bring out the cups to them.

when you finally have your own, you squish yourself on the couch between ghost and price.

“what’s going on?” soap’s voice invades your ears from the chair across the room.

“movie time!” a giggle escapes your mouth once more, and you flick on a movie.

about half way through, ghost looks down to see your head smooshed against his shoulder, legs curled up beneath yourself, and arms crossed. soap is passed out in his chair, soft snores escaping his open mouth. and, gaz is falling to the same fate right behind him.

a chuckle escapes price’s mouth, “they’re chaotic. but, we needed them around here.”

ghost lets out a hum, “yeah. we do.”

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a/n: thanks for reading! i got inspo from this bc it just snowed here and there’s a bunch of kids outside my house having snowball fights :’)

I think it's also about the way sweetheart touches them. She's gentle with them, which is something rare for absolutely all of them. Sweetheart doesn't assume because they're in the military that they don't need kindness and support and delicate hands. She knows they already think that they don't deserve anything like that so when she sees them wanting it and craving it, she is so willing to give. Her love cup is so full for her team and the people she cares for.

She handles ghost like he's still just Simon Riley, a sad kid deep down. Sweetheart offers up affection that she can just feel is so foreign to him. Yes he can take care of himself but everybody knows it doesn't extend beyond the basics and she takes time to try to heal his aches and pains that he's gotten so used to living with

She's delicate with price, knowing how hard he's worked to keep the team alive and well. How most of the time, he gets no recognition for his efforts. Sure, she teases him and calls him an old man when he complains about his back but in the same breath is offering a massage to get the ever present knot out

She's attentive with soap, hating how he looks like a sad puppy when people try to brush him off as a loud and brash grown up child. She wants him to hold on to that because she knows if it goes away, he'll seem like a shell of himself. She's seen what too long in the field can do to someone like johnny and how it can change them for the worst so she always encourages his jokes and such.

She helps gaz as much as she can. She sees how he pushes himself and how it sometimes ends up in neglect of himself. How many meals has he missed due to trying to just get one more thing done? How many hours of sleep has he skipped to try to figure something out? With a firm hand, she always guides him into taking care of himself and to give himself a much needed break.

IM RAMBLING IM SORRY

AAA NOOO DONT BE SORRY- DONT EVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING THIS IS AMAZING 💖✨️✨️💕

(I'm terribly sorry this took so long- BUT GARRICK'S IS PRETTY LONG SO ITS A WIN WIN-)

But holy cow I agree with this so much

Tw: mentions of depression, insecurities, trust issues

I'm really gonna start with Soap because what you said is her biggest fear. She cares deeply for Mactavish and always pays a little bit more attention to him than the others because of that terror.

It would be a nightmare if she didn't see the life in his eyes anymore. Her heart was already broken when her second uncle came back a zombie from being in the army. Didn't talk to anyone, and if he did he would always snap at them. He loved his family still. He really did. But the happiness, and the compassion was gone. He couldn't let go of the guilt, of the regret he had in his choices. He didn't really talk about it, but when he did Sweetheart could see the black tar oozing out of his mouth. All the internal pain and suffering. She doesn't want to see Soap be like that, since their personalities are quite similar. Fun, chipper, determined and kind. She will protect his internal being with everything she has, just like she did with her uncle. So she will always laugh at his jokes and add on to them, making them both double over. She will always stand up for him when someone calls him loud and brash. Telling him it's okay to express yourself how you want to.

If she fails, if she even sees the shine leave his eyes for a second, she knows she failed her uncle again and will never be the same.

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Now with Ghost-- GOOAAHHHHDDDD he needs all the hugs and cheek kisses he can get (and really just hugs) he doesn't like to be touched unless he knows you knows you (kinda like König and Roach) it took Sweetheart a WHILEE to get close to Ghost. Yes, he did have a small soft spot for her, but he would NOT let her touch him. It took like five months just to let her touch his shoulder. Because of his insane trust issues and paranoia, he didn't let her get close. He couldn't. He couldn't risk getting hurt from Sweetheart. Kind, charming, thoughtful, Sweetheart. Caring, strong, smart, Sweetheart. He craved for her touch so badly that he knew it was what he needed, but he couldn't handle the pain afterward. But there was no pain when she first hugged him when he came out of that explosion alive. There was no pain when she held his hand through his panic attack. There was just warmth. And love. Through every touch she gave him, it spoke of love and care. She gave him time. She gave him so much patience so he could trust her. So he could love her. And he does.

Price-- that man deserves a hundred medals I swear. As you said, he gets no recognition of his effort from anyone, because that's what he's supposed to do. He's supposed to get everyone out alive, he's supposed to succeed everytime. It's just built in the job with that expectation. But Sweetheart knows in order to keep that kind of task going, he needs support. And my god, does she give it to him. Always patting him on the back and saying good job. Checking for any injuries, and if there are, she would fix them. Listening to anything he's talking about and giving her opinions on it. Giving him some tea and something to eat if he's up late. And just giving him any form of affirmation. He deserves it. He deserves all the support, the back rubs, the massages and the teasing, the tea and the naps, all of it. And Price is so grateful for it. If she wasn't there for him, no one would be.

Kyle. Gaz. Garrick. Goodness, that boy has put so many expectations on himself that NO ONE ELSE has put on him. It's weighing him down. Since he's the youngest and has less experience than everyone else, he thinks that he has to catch up to everyone else or be better than them in order for people to see him. See him being one of the members of Task Force 141. The best of the best, right? Like Sweetheart? How she carries herself through chaos, how she handles dire situations, how well she works with others, how physically, mentally, and emotionally strong she is? Can he be skilled like Sweetheart? Calm and collected like Ghost? Well-armed like Soap? He doesn't know. His insecurities are always getting the best of him, making him forget to brush his teeth. Or eat breakfast. Or even get out of bed. Is he even fit to be on this team? Sweetheart knocks on his door. Is he even worthy? She knocks again. He has so much to catch up on. She opens his door. How will he catch up to them? She sighs, walking towards his curled up figure on his bed. He's in their shadow. Maybe he should leave. Sweetheart comes into his view, shocking him. She has a slight concerning face, but more anger than anything. Angry that he hasn't been taking care of himself. Concerned on why he hasn't been taking care of himself. She grabs his hand and brings it to her lips, closing her eyes. His entire body feels warm. Awake. She breathes in and opens her eyes back up. She urges him to get up. Get up and take a shower. His brain says no, but his body is moving subconsciously. She waits outside the Men's Bath Unit until he's done. She waits for him, quite closely, when he's brushing his teeth; Sweetheart tells him not to forget to brush his molars. She waits for him when he dresses himself in clean clothes, still in the same room as him, just turned. She waits for him to finish eating a big breakfast, which he eats fully. All with silence. All with a neutral face. Yet her actions are firm. Caring. Helpful. She sits him down on his now cleaned bed, the help of Sweetheart, and they just... talk. Talk about what's been going on, talk about why he feels this way, and when. It helps. She's giving her opinions on what he can do to be better, but it's up to him to take them. She sighs, eyes studying him. 'I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries with you. But I couldn't sit aside and let you make yourself disappear. Especially when you're valued as a teammate and a friend.' She says. Gaz feels like crying. And he does. He hugs so tightly. Tight enough that she could feel his appreciation through his touch. He's thankful that she saw him. And she continues to see him.

MEOW

💔

relatable

I want Valeria to put me on a leash