Ugh…everything That I Have Ate Today Has Made Me So Fucking Nauseous 🤢

i feel called out!!! but yea, true.🥺

The laziest femme you know with the messiest bedroom is daydreaming about being a housewife to a butch rn

Ugh, I hate my uterus…I swear being on your period and having endo is horrible. My body hurts and I’m so goddamn bloated.

aaaaaaaaa, i seee the hatman due to the 17 benadryl. lol (JK)

My chronic pain is flaring up and I want to go lay in the sun but it’s nighttime here. I feel so tired and hurting like a bitch. I swear my body has it out for me all the time. Painkillers are worthless because they don’t work at all and pain relief lotions don’t smell the greatest with minimal relief too. I’m just done.

The thing is that getting Palestine free is both very difficult but not as difficult as getting South Africa free. South Africa had more resources than Israel does, it could hold out so much longer and still the apartheid was ended by people working tirelessly and boycotting and pushing for divestment and sanctions. These methods will work for freeing Palestine too.

I know it doesn't feel like there have been many successes, but all the politicians are feeling the pressure. Pressure that we are able to sustain and even increase as we come up with new initiatives and convince new people to join.

One of the reasons they're resisting our pressure so strongly is because they know that when we see gains we will push harder, we will continue to push until the stones falling becomes a rock fall and Palestine's freedom is secured. They know if we get a taste of the power we can wield we'll turn that onto freeing Congo too. They know we're unhappy and have been for a long time and their very secure system starts to look a lot less secure when we start mobilising to change things.

I give all my mutuals full access to boop me as many times as you want. I’m a free use boop slut

women's thighs. you agree. reblog.

✦C.o.D w/ a MILF!Y/N✦

(Fem!Reader, between 38-48, use of Y/N, no nationality but Y/N lives in Wales. Mentions of mommy issues, war, (brief) survivors guilt, panic attack in Simon's, mentions of PTSD.)

The task force was lead around by the commander of a base located in Swansea, Wales. They’d been called in for their help on a series of missions that had grown slowly more and more treacherous, finding more evidence of war crimes and shady dealings hidden under businesses the more they went. So, when John got the letters on his desk asking for assistance, he reluctantly agreed. It seemed like work he didn’t quite find worth it for his men’s time. However, the promise of meeting one of their best was certainly interesting.

Kyle leaned forward to whisper to his Captain while the General rambled about their inventory to ask a question. “Cap, don’t you feel this deal is a bit odd?” He asked. “What do you mean?” Price replied quietly. “They’re offering us a soldier for our help, like holding out candy to get a kid to clean their room.” Kyle explained. John hummed and glanced in front of him, considering the words. He went to reply before the General chuckled. “You know, both of you are very bad at whispering.” The old man explained.

Kyle cringed and backed up a bit, lightly elbowing Soap who’d started snickering. Price sighed. “I apologize, I don’t mean to offend you.” He said, but the General waved his hand dismissively. “No no, I understand the sentiment. But, to ease your worries, we’re offering you a new team member because Lieutenant L/N wants a change. Feelin’ stuck doesn’t do a soldier much good.” He explained. “Hence why I suggested you. Really, it’d be another addition to your already impressive team. This is just a chance to show you that, and for Lieutenant L/N to see if joining a team like this would work.”

Hearing that it was the Lieutenant’s decision helped the deal seem less questionable. Although Price was still hesitant. His team was as good as it got in his mind, though he knew it was likely bias that made him feel that way. Ghost behind him let out a near-silent scoff at the suggestion of someone new. They didn’t need someone new, as far as he was concerned. A helicopter overhead was heard, heading to the tarmac. The General smiled and motioned for them to walk in that direction. “Well, when do we get to meet him then?” Soap asked, as they reached the blacktop, the helicopter blades slowing. The General stopped in front of them and turned with a furrowed brow. “Him? No no, this is Lieutenant L/N.” He motioned behind him and gave the team a bit of a shock. Walking away from the helicopter was a woman, about Price’s age, showing a smile and confidence in her walk. “How was your flight, L/N?” General called kindly. The woman laughed as she got closer.

“As smooth as a helicopter can be in this awful weather.” She replied. She came to a stop beside the old man, who seemed to beam with pride as he motioned to her. “Captain Price, this is Lieutenant L/N.” She shook her head as her hands rested on her hips. “No need for that. Y/N and my call sign work just fine.” She held out her hand for John to shake. “Nice to meet you, Captain. Look forward to working with you!” Price smiled back and shook her hand firmly. His shoulders felt oddly lax, something he found noticeable. “The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” He replied before turning to his team. “This is my task force. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.” Y/N tilted her head at the large man. “Nice mask, big guy. I like it!” She complimented. Ghost blinked before he sighed quietly and looked away. Her smile turned more sympathetic, noting his tense stance. Intimidating to anyone else, but she mostly saw awkwardness. He clearly wasn’t used to compliments. Her attention was pulled when Soap cleared his throat and waved his hand. “Yes?”

“What’s your call sign? Ya mentioned it, but ya didn’t actually tell us.” Soap asked. Y/N nodded and opened her mouth to answer, but she was cut off by a shout in the distance. Some random soldiers walking toward a humvee, suited up for a battle. “Welcome back, Ma!” One shouted while waving. Y/N grinned and waved back. “Come back with most of your limbs, boys!” She exclaimed. The soldiers laughed and nodded. She sighed with a grin, shaking her head before she turned back. “That. That would be my call sign.”

Kyle rose an eyebrow. “Ma? They call you Ma?” He asked. “Mhm. Also mum, momma, had a youngster call me momther? Not sure about that one. Usually it’s a variation of that, even my General calls me Ma sometimes.” She chuckled. Kyle tilted his head at that. “So, do you have kids?” His question was met with a head shake. “Nope. Wanted them when I was younger, but that ship kinda sailed. I’m not quite sure when the boys starting calling me that, but it seemed to catch on.” She explained with a shrug. She beamed again with her shoulders squared.

“Can’t wait to work with you boys!”

✧Kyle Garrick✧

(Platonic)

I think he’s got a bit of a strained relationship with his mom. They’re not completely estranged and he doesn’t think she’s a terrible mom by any means, but she definitely has done things that have and continue to negatively affect him. In short, mommy issues. And we know what that means.

Kyle treats you like he treats Price. Respectful, cordial, and he keeps any goofing off & jokes til after he knows you better. After that, he remains as polite as ever, but he’s more willing to let his guard down.

He’s a bit weakened to gentle affection and praise. He tries not to be, but he really likes the acknowledgment. It makes him feel important and seen.

Definitely has a little crush on you, even in the platonic version. It’s like a little school boy crush that he’s able to get over easily. Sometimes his face grows warm when you compliment him, and sometimes his gaze lingers a little longer. But he’s not painfully pining.

Probably the easiest to make open up to you. Some gentle words and a promise to give a shoulder to lean on goes a long way.

“You alright?” Kyle looked up when he heard Y/N’s voice behind him. He snapped his head away, fiddling with the velcro on his tactical gloves. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah I’m good.” He coughed. The woman behind him didn’t buy it, frowning sympathetically. She walked forward and rested a gentle hand on his back. “Kyle…” Her voice was soft and sweet. He let out a heavy breath and looked up at her, exposing guilt ridden eyes. “Hun, you have to understand that it wasn’t your fault.” Y/N whispered, raking her nails along his shoulders. “I just feel like if I had moved faster-“ The end of his sentence got cut off with a voice crack. He wasn’t new to the cruelty of war anymore, but that didn’t mean it ever really got easier. He’d been slow to notice an enemy sniper. A young recruit lost their life to the bullet and Kyle watched them die. And now he felt responsible. Y/N hushed him soothingly. She circled around to stand in front of him, pulling his head to rest on her. “I know you feel guilty, but you’re not faster than a bullet Kyle. You did everything you could on that battlefield. If you weren’t there, a lot more lives would’ve been lost.” She explained as he clenched his eyes shut, leaning into her. Y/N leaned down to kiss the top of his skull. “Go ahead and let it out, hun.” And he did. It was hard to remain tough in these circumstances, even harder to remain stubborn under a blanket of security she seemed to give. When he had poured out his remorse and anger and was left feeling empty and exhausted, he sighed pulled back. “Thanks Ma.” He sniffled. “Don’t mention it, sweetie. How about we get you a snack, hm? I snuck in some of those brownies you like.” She whispered with a smile. He gave a watery chuckle and nodded.

(Romantic)

As I said, he ends up with a little crush when he first gets to know you anyway. He’s got a thing for the DILF/MILF type. Ask Johnny, he’s definitely heard Gaz’ fair share of little comments about how hot their captain is.

His pining grows the more attention he gets from you. The more doting, the mushier he gets. The more praise he gets the more he’ll do more. Gaz does his best to remain subtle about it, sometimes he notices how he's acting and it makes him grow embarrassed.

Depending on how bad the crush is, he’ll start to try and be your favorite in every room while also remaining professional.

Unless he’s in the room with the recruits that started the whole “mom” trend, you know, the ones that are most likely to actually view you like a mom? Yeah then he’s a little shit, cause he wants to rub it in their faces that you like him so much.

Probably has one of your boys threaten him, honestly.

“Back off our Lieutenant, Garrick.” “Hey, it’s not my fault she likes me more than you.”

To be clear, he doesn’t just like you cause you’re an older lady who’s pretty. That’s just part of his type. Kyle’s a pretty empathetic soul, and he’ll notice little things in the most primal parts of your personality, and compliment those things. He’s sweet and understanding. The main thing he does that most men between 35-50 don’t do is give you shit for having a strong personality.

The fact you’re a strong woman is a major plus for him. Kyle likes direction at this point in his life, and to get it from someone who knows what they’re doing, but doesn’t hold that power over him? Really nice.

When he finally gets the confidence to make some moves (mostly encouraged by Soap), he goes classic romantic style. Leaving gifts on your desk, bringing you flowers, complimenting you with words that have several syllables. The way he asks you out? He writes a poem/letter. It’s ridiculously sweet, he even does his best to keep his handwriting elegant. (Insert that line from Hamilton; “I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning, did you intend this? One stroke and you’ve consumed why waking days. You’ve written “ My dearest Angelica”, with a comma after dearest-“)

Y/N covered her mouth as she reread the letter once again. She’d gone through every word probably seven times now. Elegantly placed pen strokes describing how her sergeant…or, a sergeant she worked with, viewed her. Comparing her presence to the warmth of the sun and her voice being as gentle as notes of a piano. Kyle had been an absolute sweetheart since she’d first met him, and that had only gotten progressively more and more noticeable as time had passed. She wasn’t oblivious. She could see his bashful grin when she praised him, the fact he looked at her a bit too long after a mission. The flowers and gifts were something more recent. But, Y/N was his superior, and she’d never grown out of the fear of misreading signals that she held from her teenager years. And yet, here was a confession from a young man at least twenty years her junior. It was a little too flattering. There was a conflict between their ranks, not to mention her age. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been a little flirty, but pulled back because she worried she was too old for him. Kyle was distracting himself at the moment. He was on watch, up on the roof, fiddling with a rubix cube while music blasted in his ears through some earbuds. He wasn’t even doing his job, he was just trying to calm his nerves. Lingering on what ifs and the fear of rejection. He had half the mind to go find Johnny and strangle him for talking him into it. In his anxious thinking, he didn’t hear the door behind him open, nor the light steps taken toward him. Kyle jumped when one of his earbuds was taken from his ear. He turned his head, ready to apologize to who he thought was Price, only to be met with a face that bewitched and terrified him. “Bit loud, isn’t it? You’ll hurt your hearing, sweetheart.” She said. Kyle swallowed and paused the song, taking the other earbud out. “I uh, ahem, right.” There was a silence that passed between them until he felt the tension was too strong. He sighed and stood up, burning with embarrassment. “Look, I’m sorry. I know it’s unprofessional and it could complicate things-“ he began. Y/N rested her hands on her hips as he went on, unable to fight off a smile he couldn’t see. Since he was too busy looking at the ground. She waited for Kyle to pause, let him take in a deep breath. The man jumped when a hand came under his chin and tilted it up, forcing him into eye contact. Her grin widened and she tilted her head. “I’m your superior. You know that?” She said. He deflated and nodded. “So, you have to do as I say.” Kyle’s brows furrowed but he nodded again. He melted despite the shame when her warm hand cupped his cheek, stroking the small scar. “Shut up and kiss me, sweetheart.” Her words stunned him. Kyle forced an inhale so he wouldn’t suffocate. “Is…is that an order?” He mumbled. “It is.” Y/N replied, sweet and expecting. In a mix of relief and ecstatic joy, Kyle followed through. Happy to learn she was just as warm and soothing as he’d dreamt she’d be.

✧Johnny MacTavish✧

(Platonic)

One of the few C.o.D characters that has a good relationship with his mom. In all honesty, he's a bit of a momma's boy. He doesn't need a motherly figure, BUT, he's really comforted by the maternal energy you give off.

He can't see his mom often, and when he's feeling homesick, you definitely help.

Johnny's a pretty open and casual-type guy. He doesn't take long to feel comfortable around you. Leading to lots of affection from him and a lot of him seeking affection from you. Hugs, head pats. He's also the most likely to take a nap on you, if you allow it. In fact, he probably has some of the best rest of his life when he's resting near the people he trusts, but it's not like he can waltz over to Kyle and flop across his lap, so he's grateful for you.

Also a bit of a praise seeker. He's sensitive to rejection and criticism, but thrives when he gets something right. When he does need correction and pointers, your stern but kind tone is the perfect way to hear it.

"Oh fucks sake!" "Easy Johnny, don't lose your head. Let's try again, but this time, I want you to keep more on your right. Okay, hun?" "Right, got it. Thanks ma!"

Definitely flirts a little, but he knows when to quit to keep things comfortable between you two. Usually, he compliments you the most when he sees you picking at something on yourself. Be it lines in your skin or the way your hair is styled that day. He likes talking and hyping you up.

If you're on the dating scene, he's your biggest supporter and hype man. Definitely throws out that "dress your age" shit. Even if you're not getting dressed up for a date or something, he still heavily encourages you to doll yourself up for simple hang outs during leave. His mother and older sister always included him on girls nights, so he knows how to handle a night like that and loves them to no end.

"Oh I don't know Johnny, this dress looks more suited for a twenty-something." Y/N sighed as she smoothed down a form fitting dress. One that exposed her shoulders, coming down to her lower thigh, matching with some small heels. "Ahh fuck off wit' that! You look gorgeous, hush yer mouth and adjust your tits. We're getting tequila!" The Scotsman shouted. She busted up laughing as he dragged her toward the bar. He pushed open the door and ushered her in, grinning ear to ear. Music blared and the lights were colorful, bouncing off the shiny surface of her dog tags. They both got a place at the bar and right away, Johnny got to gossiping whilst sipping a tequila sunrise. "And then, oh the nerve this boy had. He looked me in the eye and said, "why would I listen to you, lady?"" Y/N mimicked a voice, watching as her coworker's jaw dropped with a gasp. "Now I was disrespectful, but that's too much. What'cha do to the moron?" He asked mischievously. Y/N chuckled and sipped her cocktail. "General walked past, said "Good morning, Lieutenant L/N." That was it, I didn't need to do anything. You should've seen the kids face, Johnny. Starting groveling." She snickered. He threw his head back with a loud laugh, hitting his fist on the bar top a few times. As he came down, taking a deep breath, he glanced at Y/N who tapped his arm. "Oh sergeant, you've got an admirer.~" She teased, pointing to a corner of the bar. Soap looked over and locked eyes with a muscular stranger with a sharp jaw and dark eyes, long hair in locs tied back with an elastic. The man jolted when he noticed Johnny looking back, looking down at a half-finished beer when the Scotsman smiled at him. "Oh he's cute." Soap muttered. "Go get his number." Y/N nudged. "You sure?" "Positive! Just let me know if he's got any red flags, and make sure you have your location on. Can't have my bomb-tech getting caught up in something." Y/N fussed over his hair. She licked her thumb and wiped some dirt off his cheek, making him groan and swat at her hands. "Pipe down, ma, I got it!" He said. She sighed and watched him walk toward the pretty stranger, snorting when he adjusted his mohawk. "Nothin' but trouble, that one." Y/N joked with the bartender.

(Romantic)

Flirting to the maximum. Unlike Gaz, he's a little less concerned with professionalism. He's respectful, yes, but he doesn't necessarily see why business and pleasure have to be separated.

Johnny doesn't really have a type, but he's certainly got a pattern of going for people who are quiet and experienced. Especially people who have leadership skills.

Gets flustered when he's cooed over. He hates being babied, but he likes being coddled. (I know that's confusing but I promise there's a difference) He's a grown, capable man, and a fast learner. But, he's also fond of a break from the harshness of the world he tends to exist in. Being cradled, being called pet names, little acts of kindness to make his life easier? He adores these things.

Definitely tries to make his attraction well known, but lighthearted enough to where he can easily pull back if you seem to respond poorly to it. But, responding positively has him leaning in even more.

Shockingly, he takes a bit to properly open up. He doesn't mind being openly affectionate or complaining about mundane things, but it takes awhile to see him admit to deep insecurities and dark thoughts that plague him. But when you catch him in a vulnerable position, when you make him feel comforted and still strong despite his emotions, he'll start coming to you when he feels that way again.

A lot of the time he vents, not necessarily wanting advice but just wanting an ear. He loves your advice though, it always feels well thought out. Occasionally though, he doesn't speak and he doesn't want help, he just wants company. These are times where he usually lays in your lap and rests off his stress.

Depending on how flirty you are back, he might use your callsign to try and fluster you. Honestly, it usually backfires.

"Do I get a reward now, mommy?~" "Hmm, depends. What does my good boy want?" "I, uh- ahaha..."

Again, he hypes you up a lot, even more so when he's openly hitting on you. Motherfucker(heh) pulls out the god damn Spanish his bestie Alejandro taught him. Whether you're covered in gunpowder or dressed to the nines, he'll call you a "sight for sore eyes" or let a sharp whistle out into the air.

Loves if you give him any praise/favoritism if there are other people attracted to you in the room. He gets a look on his face like a smug cat. (You know that meme with the cat surrounded by knives? Like that)

He doesn't really ask you out properly. As I mentioned, he's sensitive to rejection. But he does constantly test the waters to see if there will be a moment where a defining moment can be snuck in. He's waiting for the tension to snap on it's own.

Johnny huffed as he got out of the shower. It had been a long, exhausting mission. Only an hour had passed this the helicopter landed back at the base, having transported Soap, Ghost, and some other men from the safe house they'd been hiding out in. Johnny had thought the dirt stuck to his skin would never come out. His muscle were sore and he was sporting a new wound that'd grow into a scar on his thigh. He left the locker room and into the silent halls. Everything was quiet, to the point his ears hurt, and the ringing of tinnitus was a bit too obvious. He rolled his shoulders as he limped toward his room, trying to shrug off a sense of loneliness. He had always been an extrovert, striving off of human contact. But he didn't want the buzz of a pub or the commotion of a group hang out. He needed company that felt peaceful, present but quiet, something sweet like honey and warm like a blanket. "Fuck it." The soldier huffed, making a sharp turn on his heels. He winced at how the movement pulled at his thigh muscle but kept walking in the other direction. He wasn't even sure she'd be awake, but he remembered her promising him that her door was always open for him. That might not have been literal, but he couldn't think of anything else. Johnny inhaled when he came to stop in front of the lieutenant's door, the silver doorknob felt daunting. But, he rose his hand to knock. He heard a lamp click and the shuffle of light footsteps. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up when the door swung open. He was met with Y/N, his superior, dressed in her sleepwear and some reading glasses, face pulled into an empathetic smile. "Need a nap buddy?" She asked sweetly. Soap dropped his arm with an embarrassed nod. She didn't hesitate to move to the side and let him in, despite how it might've looked if anyone had seen the interaction without context. Y/N settled in the middle of her bed with her back against the wall. She patted her lap and opened her arms. Johnny climbed up at her side, resting his cheek on her hipbone with a pout. "Tired?" She questioned, to which he nodded once again. She frowned and lightly scratched the side of his scalp, feeling her nails lightly drag against the fuzzy stubble of his partially shaved hair. It was always concerning when Soap was quiet after a mission. "You're thinking to hard, love, what's goin' on?" Her tone made him sink further against the mattress and close his tired eyes. "Do you think 'm annoyin'?" He asked. Y/N gasped and looked down at him. "No! Who told you that? Did someone call you annoying? I won't stand for that, you give me a name and I'll make sure they never get off bathroom duty-" Her rant was cut off by Soap's tired laughter, more akin to a giggle from deep in his chest. "No no, no one said anything. Just noticed that...sometimes when I talk for awhile, the guys start huffin' and ignore me." He explained, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstring of her shorts. "Oh hun...I'm sorry, sweetheart." Y/N cooed, lovingly stroking his cheek. He shrugged and dropped his arm over her. He looked up when she prompted him too, feeling the weight of insecurity and exhaustion evaporate. "I think you're absolutely lovely, Johnny." She smiled. The Scotsman swallowed and hugged her waist tightly, curling into her. She pulled the covers up to his shoulders and continued petting his hair. "You can stay here tonight, love. You deserve a good nights rest." Johnny hummed in reply, letting his eyes fall shut as he leaned into her more. He was out almost immediately, barely registering her telling him good night. "Mhm, g'night, love ya." He yawned. Y/N paused and looked down with wide eyes. "Huh?" She questioned, only to get a little snore in reply. She blinked, then let out a breathy chuckle. "Love ya too, Johnny. Sweet dreams..." She smiled, carefully leaning to turn the lamp off.

✧John Price✧

(Platonic)

John doesn't discount people based on age, but admittedly, he appreciates having someone that's been around as long as he has.

He also appreciates having someone maternal on the team for the sake of the boys. There have been a few times where he's been called the team-dad, and he understands that point, so when the boys call you the team mom, it makes him sigh in some relief.

Firmly believes in the concept of "a woman's touch" when it comes to things like how homey a place feels or how to handle comforting people. He always considered his mother a breath of fresh air in his house growing up, and he feels you do the same thing around the base.

Definitely lays into the "mom" thing to tease you & the boys sometimes.

"Hey, listen to your mother." "Oh come off it, John."

He doesn't need any coddling, but he does appreciate little gestures of care. Makes his shoulders relax whenever you bring him a cup of coffee or a gentle squeeze of reassurance on his arm.

Even in a platonic circumstance, there are probably soldiers that joke about you two being married, honestly.

There's a silent agreement on the two of you being equals, even if he's Captain and you're Lieutenant. That's not to say he views other people as lesser than him, but when he gives you orders, he feels a bit uncomfortable saying them the same way he'd order around a normal soldier. Feels like he's scolding his own mother.

He's not immune to the "mom look". You know the one. When you say something out of line or questionable, and your mom just slowly turns with a stern face that spells "you fucked up"? Probably one of the few looks that actually get him a little nervous. God forbid you add in the hands on the hips, ooo, he shakin' in his boots.

A quiet bestie, pretty much. Where Johnny gets you out and about, John gives you peaceful company.

John hissed as the alcohol burned the back of his throat, followed by a sigh of satisfaction. There was a light chuckle beside him. "I told you it burned." Y/N teased as she set her own glass down with a clink, hers full of wine rather than whiskey. "That cinnamon adds a kick to it, for sure." John nodded as he grabbed the bottle to read it. His brows rose when he read where it was made. "Bloody hell, how'd you get Scottish whiskey out here?" His question was met with a snicker and a shrug. "Have a buddy there, I'm not much of a whiskey type but I asked for some since I figured you might like it. Had it sent to my house, snuck it in here." Y/N replied, resting her chin in her palm as John shook his head. "You're out your mind." The man smiled. "I could say the same thing about you, mister. French wine? Surely this had to be expensive, no?" Y/N said as she pointed at the bottle he'd brought her. John poured more whiskey in his glass before leaning back in his chair, crossing his left ankle onto his right knee. "Figured it was only fair, with the whole saving my team's ass and all." He rose his glass in a semi-salute. She waved her hand and sipped the red beverage once again. "I told you, you don't have to thank me for that. I care for those boys just as much as you do, of course I'd help." The woman explained. John hummed, gazing into his glass as he went over the events of a mission gone slightly wrong. "Simon would be missing an arm if not for you, if not dead." He reminded, making her frown and nod. "Can't have my favorite big boy losing a limb, who else will reach the top shelf for me?" She joked, making the captain laugh quietly. "Really though, thank you. Ain't everyday that someone sticks their neck out like that." He repeated. Y/N gave him a gentle smile and patted his arm kindly. "Don't mention it, John. Just make sure to do the same for me when I need it." She nudged him with a grin. John rose his cup and she adjusted her grip on hers, lightly clinking the rims together with a clack. "I'll keep you alive, 's long as you keep bringing me good whiskey." He teased, chuckling as she gasped and smacked his arm for the comment.

(Romantic)

Again, he really appreciates having someone else with a paternal energy on the team. He feels less like a single dad trying to keep his three sons in line.

Might get playfully jealous if they listen to you more than him.

"Soap, dishes." "Awww but Cap-" "Johnny, please be a dear and do the dishes." *sigh* "Alright, ma." "What the h-"

Probably holds off on flirting with you for awhile. He takes his job very seriously, and since you're the only woman on the team, he worries you/other people would get the wrong idea. Still, when he likes someone that way, he can't help but do little romantic things. Most of them are subtle though.

He appreciates doting gestures and ends up returning them every time. You two are in a constant loop of sweet gestures. You bring him a coffee when he's working late, he brings you breakfast. You fix a hole in his bucket cap, he gets you better boots(and pulls strings to get them faster than usual), etc etc.

Sometimes it weirds him out how relaxed he gets around you, but after awhile he starts to crave it, which leads to him seeking you out during his free time. It gets him in a little trouble sometimes because he'll start putting you with him when the team needs to split off into groups.

Instead of reprimanding or denying the married couple jokes, he barely tells people off. Sometimes he just shakes his head with a little huff, hoping his beard hides the blood in his cheeks.

Has an abandoned fantasy of being tied down with a peaceful life. He's come to accept that won't happen, but your presence makes it harder to let go of. There will be moments shared between you that feel far too domestic, and it's far too easy to be at peace around you.

He'll start properly flirting after you do it a few times. And while his words are subtle, the tension progressively gets worse and worse, to the point everyone around you two notice. Kyle fake gags when he sees it start to happen sometimes.

Doesn't call you "ma" or anything...not unless he's like, teasing you, but in general he gives you other nicknames.

It's a 50/50 on how you two get together. He might properly ask you out, but that's if the tension doesn't snap first. That's one thing that baffles him. You make him feel younger, and he does the same for you as a result.

Needs someone to tell him how to relax, and also to scold him when he pushes himself too far. You certainly don't give a shit about his rank when he's ignored something his body needs. Your scolding goes in one ear and out the other, he's too busy admiring you, sorry to say.

John bounced his leg as he watched Y/N shuffle around her room, mumbling under her breath in a frustrated tone. He glanced at his forearms, tracing over the mottled patches of irritated red caused by the heat of the sun. He twisted his neck and bit back a wince when a stinging pain came from his skin. "I cannot believe you." Y/N huffed as she came to stand in front of him, holding an unopened bottle of aloe. John glanced at her hands taking it out of the box. "I was wearin' my hat." He muttered. The look she gave him told him that was the wrong response. Her eyes were sharp and stern, the creases between her eyebrows heavy as her face scrunched. "A hat doesn't safe your skin like sunscreen does. We were in the desert, Johnathan." She huffed, tossing the box away. He winced at his full name. The captain awkwardly coughed and picked at some peeling skin on the back of his arm, hissing when she smacked his hand. "Quit that! Gosh. What did I tell you when we got there?" She asked, unscrewing the cap to take away the plastic seal. John looked at the wall. "Put on sunscreen." He could remember her tone when she'd first said it too, as well as the face she made when he denied. "And you said?" She questioned. He sighed. "I don't need any, I'll be fine." Y/N screwed the cap back on and popped it open. "And what happened, huh?" John hated being scolded like a child, but quite frankly, he'd been as stubborn as a five year old. It was fair, even if unpleasant. "I got sunburnt." "You got sunburnt!" Y/N shook her head as she took some aloe and rubbed it along her hands before taking his right arm. John let out a little noise of discomfort, feeling the gel cover the irritated skin, feeling odd when it went over his arm hair. He looked away from his arm and at her face. He swallowed as his eyes took in her features, the slight scrunch in her nose bridge and the annoyed pout on her lips. Despite her frustration, she was still helping him, keeping her touch gentle as she did his other arm. He shivered when it touched the back of his neck. Y/N's emotions began to fizzle down by the time she reached his face, avoiding getting the gel in his beard by tilted his head with her knuckle. "Still mad at me?" He asked as she dabbed along his burn cheekbones. "Less so, but yes. You have such good skin and you're gonna ruin it by not taking care of it." She clicked her tongue, putting some on the strong bridge of his nose. John gave a little huff-like laugh. "You're still helping me." He commented. "Because I care about you, that's why I'm also annoyed." Y/N stated bluntly. He melted in place as she wiped her hands off with a rag. The woman gasped when she felt strong arms hug around her legs, making her look back to him, finally looking down since he was sitting while she was standing. "You care about me?" He asked with a smile. She rested her hands on his shoulders with a little head shake. "You heard me, you just want to milk it." He nodded, making her face relax, finally smiling again. John blinked as she bent to peck his forehead. He rose his chin to meet her, but she pulled back. "Oh no you don't, sir. You can get a proper kiss when that sunburn is healed." She poked his chest. John let out an offended scoff. "I'm already burnt and I'm getting punished?!" He asked with mock outrage, making her laugh again. "Damn right! And we have another mission two days from now." John sighed. "I'll bring sunscreen." He mumbled, feeling another peck to his forehead. "You better."

✧Simon Riley✧

(Platonic)

Simon "Every Kind Of Issues" Riley is very uncomfortable that you make him feel soft. He's absolutely gonna lean far away from you for awhile. Kind words and gentle glances make him vulnerable, and that makes him feel weak, and feeling weak is how bad things happen.

For a bit, he's going to treat you respectfully, but with the bare minimum. His responses are short, his time with you is completely professional, and he keeps his dry sense of humor away. However, he's human, a guarded one, but he's not immune.

Whether he likes it or not he will grow attached to you, even as he's trying to avoid you. It happened with Johnny, it happened with Price, it happens with you. There won't be a dramatic moment where he suddenly allows you more into his space, it'll happen gradually.

He doesn't like being coddled, but he's got a weak spot for that classic motherly atmosphere.

What really brings him closer to you is your ability to just...know. He's great at a poker face even under his mask, but it doesn't work on you. You know when he's upset, you know when he's exhausted, you know when he feels out of place, you know when he's skipped a meal or when he's not drunk enough water.

Sometimes it freaks him out. He's seen your mom instincts go off in real time and he cannot understand how it works. Once, Johnny nearly lost an eye by being reckless with a tool, he was no where near you both, there was no possible way for you to know and yet...you just knew.

After awhile, there seems to be an unspoken thing between you two that he sees you as a surrogate mother in a way. Like how he views Price as a surrogate father sometimes. He finds himself randomly coming to you for little moments that mimic going to your parent for help. Usually it's things that he's embarrassed by, so he doesn't go to Price.

"Oh, hi Simon, what can I do for you, hun?" "Uhm...I wanted...I wanted something sweet, but I-" "You?- Oh, you burnt it." "There's smoke in the kitchen." "Is there a fire?" "No, but it smells like burning food." "Okay, give it here and I want you to go grab that big fan from the tank mechanic. If anyone asks? I did it."

Will whoop ass if someone disrespects you, just saying. He'll give them nightmares.

Won't use your callsign for a long time, then one day, it'll slip out. It's not even him using your call sign. You ever accidentally call your teacher mom? Like that.

(Romantic)

Honestly, not much changes. He's just a little more awkward than before. He's not a jittery or anxious man, but he's a fuckin' awkward one. He's bad with social cues and emotions.

Eventually, he'll relax around you, and this is where his actual personality comes in. Sarcastic comments, blunt jokes, and sassy little mutterings. He gets kind of smug if he makes you laugh.

Gets kind of flustered when you do nice gestures, and while he doesn't want to be coddled, sometimes it feels kind of nice. If you're the pampering type, aim for times when he's super tired, sick, or vulnerable.

When he's romantically attracted to you, it adds some extra time on the progression of him getting comfortable being vulnerable around you, because now he's a little extra worried about how you view him.

He thinks he's a bad-luck charm. He's not going to make a move on you. Simon thinks that being allowed to be close to someone is inviting bad things into their life, and if something like that happens, he'll blame himself.

Thing is, humans naturally gravitate to things that make them feel good, and he's no different. If you have the patience to slowly drag him in, it'll eventually pay off. It's just not a smooth ride by any means.

He'll show some favoritism. He thinks he's being subtle, he's not. When talking to you, he speaks with less bite in his tone, his gaze is less harsh, he's more patient. He'll also do small things without prompting to help you. Getting something heavy for you, grabbing things that are high up, taking tasks off your hands when your schedule is busy.

He's not far from your age, but there is still a bit of an age gap. It doesn't show up much until he's in a spot where he's unsure what to do. Usually, when he's met with a circumstance where he doesn't see a good option, he clenches his teeth and steamrolls through. If it hurts him or other people, that's an unfortunate side effect, but it means its over. But here you are with more experience and advice, and you have the emotional intelligence he lacks, which helps him be a bit kinder.

You make him feel like less of a bad person. Simon doesn't believe in firmly good or bad people, he thinks there are things that dictate where you lean, but he firmly believes he's on the bad side. Often forgetting that intention is a big part of it.

"You're not a monster, Simon." "I'm not a good person either." "You're human, Si. That's what you are."

He cannot ask you out, he can't bring himself to do it. When you two get together, it's unspoken between you both. Honestly, neither of you notice until years down the line, likely.

Which is hilarious, by the way. Because imagine having a boyfriend for like, four years, and suddenly realizing you have no anniversary. You basically just picked him up like a stray in the street.

His trust would likely be solidified when you catch him in a circumstance where he's at his most vulnerable, but you don't take advantage of it. But, you don't treat him differently afterward either. You're safe, you've proven to him that you're a safe space, something he denies he needs but absolutely craves.

Simon growled in frustration between his teeth, jaw clenched to prevent the shaking. His fingers felt numb, extremities tingling with pins & needs. It had been a long time since he'd had a reaction this bad to anything. Simon was a hardened soldier, he'd been through hell and back, from his childhood to the current day. He'd seen men dismembered, heard the cries of dying hostages, been the one to bring down a metaphorical guillotine on many heads. Sometimes his thoughts got too dark, sure. He'd lay restless in bed, feeling old blood that once stained under his nails and the metal of past bullets lodged in his skin. It always upset him when he couldn't control his own body, his own mind. Feeling helpless over himself. He was nearing his forties and yet he was curled under his desk, hugging himself like a child and unable to breathe. All because of a replayed memory that was a bit too vivid. He felt like a kid again. Panicked and weak, and he could still practically feel the sensation of dry, dirty scales on his lips, coupled with the taunting of his father. Simon heard the knock on his door and it made him tuck further into the corner. He wasn't as small as he used to be, he was a large, strong man now. That should've made him feel safer, but now it felt like a disadvantage, making it harder to hide. He pulled his knees as close to him as possible and flinched when the doorknob clacked and the hinges squeaked. "Simon? I don't wanna intrude, but you weren't answering me." A familiar voice made of lavender and summer breezes. Y/N stepped in and looked around, frowning when she heard a shaky hiccup come from the desk. In the dark, her eyes fell on Simon tucked under his desk, curled in a ball, making her heart break. She shut the door and walked over. "Oh honey..." She came to crouch in front of the desk. Simon felt shame, embarrassment, frustration. He wanted to smack himself for letting out a pathetic sounding whimper. Y/N hushed him soothingly with a frown. "Shh, it's okay. Can you talk to me Si? Do you know where you are?" She asked. He didn't really, stuck in between reality and the past. "I don't wanna kiss the snake, I don't wanna..." He mumbled into his knees. "There's no snake hun, it's okay. Can I see your hand, Simon? I promise it's okay, it's just me." The blond sniffled and held out one of his hands, he'd been clenching it so hard his nails poked through his palm. He felt her gently clasp her hands around his own, quietly coaxing him to calm down. He wasn't sure what she'd been saying the whole time, but it was working. His breathing slowed, even if still shaky, and he still wasn't fully present. But it was better than it was. Y/N lovingly squeezed his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "There you go, love, deep breaths. Can you tell me your name?" She asked. The man swallowed and shivered. "Simon." He slurred. "Do you know how old you are?" He hesitated this time, before he shook his head. "I'm...I'm 36." She nodded and patted his arm as praise. She continued this for a little longer until she was able to coax him out from under the desk, getting him back to his bed. It was scary seeing him like this, so out of character. Simon was always brooding and serious. This though, was clearly a glimpse of how he was as a child, all the panic he lived in, and it pained her.

Simon clung to her hand for a good thirty minutes after she'd gotten him to lay down, curled up under a military issued blanket. He was exhausted now, exhausted and awkward now. "'m sorry." He whispered, pulling his hand back. Y/N took it back and kissed his wounded palm again. "Don't you dare. You have nothing to be sorry for, Simon. I just want you to be okay." She replied. Simon swallowed and chewed on the inside of his cheek. "'s embarrassing. I'm a grown ass man." He grumbled, only for her to shake her head. She used her other hand to stroke his hair. "You're a human, Simon. And you have been through so much. This doesn't make you weak, love. I just wish you wouldn't think you had to handle it on your own." She frowned. Simon blinked at her before hiding his face in his pillow. "You can come to me, you know?" "...Noted."

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