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BLUE TEAM

Leonard Church-

Church positively malfunctions a bit. I'm under the impression that you probably haven't brought up liking him due to his whole past with Tex so one day when everyone is busy with liquor rightfully won stolen from the Reds, he doesn't expect you to grab him by the belt loop of his fatigues to pull him in. His first action is to bitch about it until you're on your toes to kiss him.

For Church, it's been a long ass time since he's been kissed. He malfunctions again. Isn't sure whether or not to kiss back and he definitely knows for sure Tex might kick his ass. By the end of it you're both just kind of standing there awkwardly while Caboose yells something in the background. (This would be a great build up for angst and unrequited feelings I'll be so real right now. You Church lovers are built different I swear.)

Michael J. Caboose-

Caboose has no idea what's going on.

Literally.

You grabbed him and tugged him in and he immediately took it as an invite to start hugging you. Any plans you had about kissing this golden retriever are thrown out the window when he picks you up with a lot of strength (pray he doesn't get too excited and accidentally cracks your ribs) before running around to yell excitedly that he's having the best day ever. Hang on tight. Caboose doesn't do slow running. Caboose goes full speed at all times. If you don't wrap your legs around him or something (because he will let go at some point) you are gonna fall flat on your ass at full speed too.

Later when Tucker tries to explain it to him he just goes 'oh that was nice!'

You have a long up hill battle my friend. Good thing you're already in the army.

Lavernius Tucker-

Tucker knew what you wanted the moment the two of you were alone and he felt that little snag to tug him closer.

Has the most shit eating grin as he leans down to ask you if you have been waiting too long- add on his usual colorful attempts at flirting. Please shut him up by kissing him. Whether it goes further than kissing is ultimately up to you. And I DO MEAN IT IS UP TO YOU. You're gonna have to be the one cranking the brakes here because Tucker is notoriously horny almost all of the time so this guy will GO unless you physically put a hand up and say to take it easy for now.

Tucker: Baby I'm always easy.

You: Oh. I know.

I'm under the firm impression he will take your need for time seriously if you want it. Even if he's horny he's smart enough to know there's a time and place. But if you let him tap that ass it'll be fun! Go for the showers- the noises will echo and piss Church off more.

Agent David Washington-

Now Wash will have one of two reactions.

The first is where he gets immediately flustered. We all know he blushes like virgin in the right moments so once it's clicked in his head his face will go supernova when your lips are pressed to his. Of course he's gonna kiss you back- it's nice and slow and there isn't a care in the world right then for your little corner. (This is based on the idea you two have had a thing but neither of you have confessed yet).

(Which leads us to if you two are indeed together.)

If you and Wash have already done the snog and dance before, when you grab him by the belt loop here his eyes will go dark. You don't kiss him. He kisses you. And it's filthy. Better be glad you two are mostly out of sight cause he's got a hand up your shirt and both of you are moaning while he has you pinned to the wall. It has been years since he has been laid. He is thirsty. Just let him have a sip. Make him beg for it too if you want because he will.

RED TEAM

Dexter Grif-

Grif doesn't know what's happening until your mouth is slotted against his and he becomes aware of where your hand is. To be fair you snagged him on the way to his third nap for the day- dude was a little sleepy but now he's here and the two of you are kissing and he has to prop himself up with an arm against the wall as he figures why the fuck not? Grif kisses back. He hasn't gotten laid in a long while. You aren't the worst kisser ever and he actually likes you enough to crowd you further against the wall when he deepens it.

Neither of you are getting naked in that hallway corner though. No. If this goes further he drags you back to the bunk he shares with Simmons and locks said man out for the ride you're about to take. And yes, you will be on top.

But Grif is gonna be the one in charge the whole time while he lays back to enjoy it.

Richard 'Dick' Simmons-

Malfunctions so hard.

I'm so serious. Simmons yelped when you dragged him in and yanked him down. He has no idea what's going on or what it implies. That kiss is a little lackluster and if his face wasn't as red as his armor from the sheer proximity from when you grabbed him it definitely is during and after that kiss. If you weren't a stronger person you'd be disappointed but something about the way he's blushing and stuttering just warms your heart in an odd way.

Grif still calls him a virgin as he passes you both.

If you keep this up, maybe you'll be able to prove Grif wrong. But not at that moment. Simmons looks ready to keel over.

Franklin Delano Donut-

Goddamn when you did this he swooned hard. Is giggling a little into the kiss once your lips meet and he's bundling you up close to him as you spend a few good minutes kissing like hooligans. You're the one who makes it a little more suggestive but bless Donut's heart he catches on fast and doesn't bother waiting to put you down before the both of you are off to his bunk. Sarge will complain later about Donut going off to do fru fru shit but the hickies he sports makes the colonel quiet up real fast.

MERCS

Issac 'Felix' Gates-

Everyone's favorite asshole knew what you were doing before you managed to touch his belt loop. This motherfucker Looney Tunes'd your ass- he grabbed you by your pants first and hauled you in for the messiest makeout he's probably done since the last time he went to a club. There is biting. It's more of a fight than a kiss. He enough of an asshole to bang you in the hallway if it's empty and leave you to limp to your bunk after. Just rest easy knowing you probably bit him back just as much as he bit you and he will wear those marks on his neck for weeks.

Samuel 'Locus' Ortez-

Locus Locus Locus.

It's hard with him I'm not gonna lie. He is almost ALWAYS in his armor. There are no damn belt loops. It's the armor or the undersuit because this man hasn't relaxed enough to put on something casual in a long time. Your best bet was grabbing him by the hips when he had his helmet off in the locker room and just kissing him right there.

Tucker: 

Tucker falls in love at first sight or not at all. You catch his eye and he thinks you're hot and it either goes somewhere or it doesn't.  At first he is just focused on trying to get to know everything about you in a.. What you feel, what you think, what you like and to him.  This early infatuation is fragile but he’s also prone to spook and  lose interest. To him it might feel like getting bored all of a sudden out of nowhere. However, If he’s really got it bad, that distance will prove to be a passing phase and he’ll find himself once again not able to get enough of you   in an insatiable curious way.  Depending on when you get to know him he might play hot and cold games with you because he is afraid of emotional intimacy.

Caboose: 

Caboose becomes enamored and infatuated very quickly, however, with romantic love, it takes him some time to come to the realization on his own. At first he is just his normally bubbly self and enjoys talking with you and asking you questions and getting to know you.  He feels a great deal of affection for you and is enthusiastic about spending time with you and getting to know you. This phase can become a bit obsessive and exciting for him, though it does not necessarily register as romantic. As time goes on he has these moments where he feels his heart swelling when he’s around you. He wants to hug you all the time. He wants you to be happy and to make you feel better when you're sad.It builds and builds and  suddenly he finds himself nervous and shy around you. This is when he realizes he has a crush on you and while he wants to confess his feelings, the shyness makes it hard. Kind of like how he acts around Sheila in the first couple seasons.   When your presence is both calming and grounding that's when this affection builds into something more stable and deep.  He is in love when he is at ease around you.

Kai: 

For Kai, love isn't something she likes to think about all that much. To her it's all kind of mysterious and ineffable, but her experience is that It's something that organically grows. When she meets you, there is an instant attraction and she flirts and wants to have sex with you. To her that kind of attraction has nothing to do with love, and during sex she isn't really into anything too intimate: No kissing, no hand holding, no lovey eyes, none of that shit. She expects herself to lose interest at some point. She is upfront about wanting things to be casual and is no nonsense about relationships. She’s honest and you'll know exactly where you stand with her.  When she doesn’t lose interest, she starts to think “huh, that's weird”. This is compounded when she notices herself  wanting to do that lovey shit with you. She has a realization that she's got it bad  and after a brief panic is on her way to woo you into something more. 

Red Team

Sarge: 

When you chew out Grif before he gets the chance to do it himself. Watching you yell at that good for nothing dirtbag for doing something stupid filled him with so much pride and admiration… and a throbbing erection. From there he starts acting weird.  He giggles around you and gets shy and its weird as fuck. 

Simmons: 

Falling in love is very rare for Simmons and it takes time for him. However, when he meets you gets this eerie feeling, something that lets him  know you  would be important in his life.  That phenomenon has been happening to him since he was a kid, and he can't really be sure how the person will be important, he just knows they will be. It is sitting with him and getting to know him through long conversations that help his feelings develop. He starts to get this warm glow when he spends time with you. He starts thinking about you all the time and daydream of all the things he can do to put a smile on your face. He tells himself it's just his brain “feel good hormones/neurotransmitters” (dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin) that make him feel this way. Because the  first time he sit closely to you and holds your hand and he feel warm and high. Sometimes he get so lost in daydreaming he don’t realize what’s going on around him.He is  one of those grinning idiots when in love. He is constantly replaying shared moments in his head 

Grif: 

Grif falls in love gradually and it is largely dependent on him feeling comfortable around you. He finds overt flirting or overly chattiness to be annoying so if you're trying to get to know him it might backfire at first. He finds shyness and dokiness to be endearing.  Over time, in the process of talking to you he notices that as he reveals more of himself, you pay attention and understand him, and more importantly  don't try to change him. Especially the part of him that annoys or frustrates most people, you included. He can handle bitching , but even a hint of “i can fix you” energy has him running for the hills.  That feeling of acceptance is the first thing that starts to warm up his heart.  Once he solidly has a crush,  he is either super serious, super flirty or will walk straight into a wall, sometimes all three. Though, he is particularly nervous about expressing his feelings he will do stuff he doesn't like and doesn't want to do because it makes you happy.  There is also a decent chance he will get depressed thinking he’s not good enough and not make any attempt to get close to that person.However if you show interest he’ll be very nervous but super happy, When it develops into love, he’s  just wide eyed and has the dumbest smile on his face. He’ll try to touch them often and hang near them and become particularly protective. 

Donut: 

Donut is the kind of person who always has a crush on someone. His attention is somewhat limited and he tends to bounce around without ever really letting it stick to deep. His romantic feelings are bright and idealistic and intense. He meets you and suddenly his whole world is sunshine and flowers and romance and he becomes hyper interested in you. However, he's been burned by letting people know how he sincerely feels too soon in relationships so he tends to make light of his feelings so it's hard to tell if he’s being serious or not. Lots of flirting and “love ya” that leaves you wondering how much he really means it.  Much like Caboose, As it develops into stronger and more intense feelings leading up to love, he too get extremely shy. When he is with you,  he finds himself tongue tied, he has no idea what to talk about with you. This is his first clue and he starts to work though his feelings .Love for him is a realization.  He notices how around you, he doesn't have to wear any mask around you. ​He feels completely accepted for who he is and he starts to trust that his feelings are real.  

Freelancers

Washington 

Wash is the type to fall rarely and fall hard when he does. Intimacy and emotional vulnerability don't come easy to him, and his trust has to be earned before he is comfortable letting his guard down. So, it's how you constantly show up for him. It's not even necessarily the big thing, though, those are important. It's the way you’ll find a moment with him each day. A shared look after Tucker or Caboose did something particularly unreasonable. The way you’ll look at him when you ask how he’s really doing. Over time, he starts to feel safe around you and then he notices it.   How driven and passionate you are, how you stick to your values, how he can trust your word to mean something.  Wash processes his feelings  somewhere between "glacial" and "really slowly.") and love is no exception. There’s never really a moment that it ‘clicks’. Instead he suddenly finds himself genuinely looking forward to those moments when you're together. Conversations, even about topics that don’t really have a point, suddenly don’t feel like interruptions or a waste of time. He enjoys watching you light up when you playfully argue that the weather is simply too nice to run drills today. He’ll start changing his schedule to spend more time with you. Without really meaning to he starts to memorize all these details about you, your preferences, your experiences, all of it. One day you'll find he’s cleaned and reassembled your gun after you complained about the trigger getting stuck,  or that your armor doesn't have those old burn marks from where the Meta shot you. This could go on for quite a while so it’ll be up to you to make the first move.  Once he knows he feeling something, he has a hard time putting in into words. If you push him on it he’ll say  “I don't know, I guess it's almost like a feeling of safety? Like coming out of the rain and sitting by the heater with a warm drink I guess” 

Carolina 

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛. 🅒🅗🅤🅡🅒🅗

He's threatened by your presence. You outrank him. You'll take over the unit. It isn't that you aren't qualified. You are. He just doesn't want to listen to someone who thinks they know all the ins and outs of the delicate balance between the Reds and Blues.

[ Pans to Church missing multiple shots at Sarge's head. Tucker and Caboose are bickering. Donut is running around screaming. Grif is sitting on a rock trying to yank a snack cake out of Simmons's hands. ]

He tries to be imposing but takes one look at you and nearly pisses himself. Holy fuck, they are so winning. His superiority and inferiority complexes are having a field day trying to work with you. Part of him wants to own you, for you to be his loyal soldier, because he's much more experienced in the gluch. The other part knows he's inadequate and wants to hide from you. You're an unstoppable, enigmatic force.

He lashes out at you because of his own self-perceived shortcomings. You take it as he dishes it out, brushing him off like he's nothing more than harmless debris that has fallen onto your MJOLNIR armor, which he is obsessed with trying to break, by the way. Your armor makes you special. He doesn't like that. In fact, he hates it. You must think you're so much better than them! Being all cool, calm, and collected: things he wants to be but always seems to fail at.

He's even meaner to his teammates unless they back off and leave you alone. He has zero tolerance for being undermined by them when you're near. He'll get violent, more than his usual verbal berating. He beat Tucker bloody once for questioning him in front of you.

Tucker shouted, "What the hell is wrong with you? I get fighting over a nice piece of ass, but you don't need to kill me over it! They aren't gonna fuck you just because you fucked me up!"

That managed to snap him out of his jealous fueled, emotionally unstable stupor. The mere notion that eliminating Tucker would not garner your favor was enough to chill him to the bone in the middle of the day under the hot-ass sun in the dry, bony desert. Now, at least, everyone knows to use your judgment as a way to control Church's outbursts.

He is insanely possessive. There's this almost programmed instinct to keep you alive and near him. Its awakening was somewhat stalled by his other repressed traumas but surfaced nonetheless. He says you're his when those dirty Reds dare to threaten you.

[ For your mental image: Church, much shorter and skinnier in frame than your 7+ foot tall stature, talking shit to the Reds about how he'd kill any of them for laying a hand on you.

Church incidentally has scary dog privilege, except he isn't the dog baring his teeth that he believes himself to be. ]

He's a handful, but more than willing to sit in your lap and grumble about how reckless you are as he cleans up your scrapes, drools over you, and wants to kiss you so bad that it makes him look stupid (note from Caboose: and Church HATES looking dumb).

🅨🅐🅝. 🅜. 🅒🅐🅑🅞🅞🅢🅔

Woah, everything about you is so cool! Your armor is super shiny, and you have a nice blue person in your helmet, kind of like him! Your AI doesn't seem to be as mean and rude as O'Malley. A fact that he is glad of.

He latched onto you from the get-go. You symbolize hope and humanity's strength in his eyes. It's no secret that he does have a tendency to follow you around and just watch your routine, occasionally inserting himself to ask a question or tell a long-winded story.

He's a bit confused, if not excited, when you ask him all sorts of weird questions like "Does he have any permanent brain damage?" or "Is he fit for combat?" He doesn't take any offense because these are thoughts he's said himself. He's more than willing to prove that he's an asset on the battlefield. Just don't mention the teammate killing.

He gets close to you because he knows, or at least is the one with the most knowledge, on fixing whatever's wrong with your suit or AI. There's some weird interference with your tech and the gulch. Caboose is more than willing to capitalize on that fact. He really tries to get on your AI's good side so you like him.

He's proud that you find his strength admirable. He was lifting something, super heavy if he might add, and you came to help, but Caboose didn't need any help! You let out a sound that he could only interpret as total awe.

He already has your whole life together planned out by the time you hit one month in the unit. Now he just has to carefully approach you and get you to date, then marry him! Easy peasy. He knows you like him. You're just quiet and stoic and all-soldiery because you have to be. He already has the celebratory balloons and cake set up for when you accept his partnership with open arms (and legs); he really wants to snuggle with you.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅒🅞🅛🅞🅝🅔🅛 🅢🅐🅡🅖🅔

Hot damn. Slather him in butter and deep-fry him, but he does believe his eyes do not deceive him. You, dear, are indeed one mighty fine soldier to join his highly esteemed (his words, not mine) team.

He does implore you to ignore Grif. He's inconsequential to the conversation and will only waste your time. Lord knows he's tried to shove Grif down the stairs and get him to break his neck many times, but it never seems to work. Damn. Sarge wonders if you are wholly against friendly homicide.

You are the apple of his eye. Your execution is flawless; that never fails to get him hot under his armor plating. Not that you're interested in how he feels. He knows you Spartans are tough sons of bitches and don't indulge in things like feelings very often. Neither does he! However, you are the most welcome exception.

You're so loyal too! Loyal soldiers that aren't ass-kissers deserve love from their commanders, do they not? He's not exactly familiar with all of your secret hand signals, but he creates his own. A firm pat on the shoulder pad, sliding down your armored back and just missing the delicious curve of your ass, sends enough of a message.

Quite possibly the best thing is that you don't bellyache. If you're uncomfortable, then you don't voice it. This lets Sarge get away with a lot more things than he should militarily be allowed to get away with, like watching you dress and undress to see how "efficient" you are at suiting up. Although you always do need help from some machines they installed to fully get into your armor. He's always eager to help the process. He keeps those machines in tip-top shape just for you.

You are undeniably his darlin', and you won't be getting transferred as long as he's in the picture [alive and kicking].

🅨🅐🅝. 🅓. 🅖🅡🅘🅕

He can't decide whether you're a blessing or a curse. There's someone else that can do all his work and more, but you're less than inclined to let him laze around like a cat sleeping in the scorching Blood Gulch sun. You either order him around or don't bother wasting your time on his presence. He thinks you're kind of a prig, but a hot one if the super secret files of yours that Sarge was supposed to be guarding are worth anything.

He really just wants to make you slip up. You think you're so much better than him just because you have so many shiny military medals and heavily outrank him? Pfft. You don't even know how to insult him correctly! You don't even insult him at all. You only address him with a cold detachment, which somehow becomes worse than the normal soul-crushing jeers from pretty much everyone else.

He gets in your way, leaves his trash in your quarters, sleeps in your bed, and even messes with whatever tasks Sarge told you to complete! You perfectly combat his every attempt and shut him down. He now has several more bruises and scars from all the times you've handed his ass to him. You can even lift him up and carry him with ease, no simple feat, especially when factoring in his burdensome armor.

He gets scolded each time by Sarge. Apparently he's ruining his reputation by harassing you. But no one gets in trouble when they harass Grif. Well―kind of. Despite all Grif has done to you, you still defend him when Red Team puts his life in unnecessary danger. You have saved him a few times from the Blues, which he is eternally grateful for, not that he'll admit it.

He's obsessed, and he isn't even aware. You consume all his normal lazing-around time. He's too tired to realize it. He sleeps more soundly at night, in your cot, of course. You seem not to sleep much, so he takes up that space when you aren't. You've grown accustomed to Grif and his Grifisms, so you reluctantly allow it.

Little does your normally so astute mind know, he's slowly (as always) encroaching on the territory of your life. He's already latched onto you. Just try not to let him slow you down too much. As for solutions to your problem, putting a bullet in your allies is a bit troublesome and against a myriad of military regulations. You could make an exception for Grif.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅕. 🅓🅞🅝🅤🅣

You're kind of like his hero. He wants to fall into your strong arms and be saved like a princess whose knight just slayed an evil dragon. He also wants to see you oiled up. Who said that?

He subconsciously matures himself in front of you. His joking demeanor dies down; he's more focused. He does his best to seem battle-hardened as he seeks to understand you. He can't help but feel self-conscious in your company. Do you like how he's acting? Is he overdoing it? Everyone on Red Team seems to think so.

He does his best to be accommodating. If there's no space to sit, then he'll grab an extra chair or offer you his own. He's started carrying extra clips and magazines for you to reload. He even keeps a plasma grenade in reserve. If you seem weary, which is hard to tell except for the slight slump of your shoulders and heavier footsteps, he'll grab you some water and offer to take whatever shift you were on.

You're much more adept than he is, but you're still in a new place. He's new, but not as new as you. He tries to help you familiarize yourself and does his best to explain the team dynamics. ( Does he do a good job? Eh, he does it well enough that you have learned some pertinent information about the base and its surroundings. )

Another reason was to simply see you. 

You, a doctor who helps patch up clumsy people like him after a rough mission. So soft spoken and understanding compared to the constant teasing he receives from his team. And your gentle touch, as if afraid to break him more than he already feels he is. 

“Hey, Doc.” 

A classic nickname he chose for you, using it only so he can see your eyes glint with a playful glare, lips trying to resist a smirk.

He was your most frequent patient, but you never had an issue with that. 

Throwing away an orange peel (you just came from dinner, he realized), you make your way to the bed. 

Standing at the side, you take in his appearance. 

He’s still sporting the bruise from his latest mission, small enough on his jaw to look like a measly bug bite. 

His eyes are cloudy, bags deeper than last time he was here. 

Nothing too out of the ordinary, you conclude. 

“You don’t have a check up until next week. Is something the matter?” 

Finally he sits up, legs sliding to rest over the edge of the bed as he stares up at you.

The small pout on your lips makes him want to kiss it away. 

“No, I just…”

wanted to see you.

He bites his tongue before the words get out, heart skipping a beat at the idea of speaking his mind. How would you react? Reject him with such a soft tone he can't even be heartbroken? Or maybe, he'll watch your eyes widen as you share the same sentiments, leaning down and brushing your soft lips against his--

He doesn’t realize he gave no response, earning a small sigh from you.

With gentle hands you cup his jaw, tilting his head to examine if there are any sort of external wounds bothering him. Eyes meeting pale blue ones, you quickly advert your gaze. 

You had forgotten how beautiful his eyes were. If it wasn't for your self control, you would have told him how they reminded you of the blue skies back at home.

Seeing no issue with his body, you release his head and turn, heading to the locked cabinet on the other wall. A poor excuse to hide your heated face.

You don’t notice him leaning forward after your hands leave his face, seeking more of your warmth, before catching himself. 

“Did you have another nightmare?” Softly asking as you rummage through the medicine capsules, waiting for his response before picking. 

The simple answer should have been yes. He has nightmares every night, ones that wrack his body in tremors and make him wake in a cold sweat. But lately, they’ve been different. 

Instead of moments of war or unbearable pain, it has changed to soft moments with you, a life in the impossible future at each other’s side. Dancing with you under the soft golden haze of the sunset, sharing a cup of coffee in a small house far away from this life, waking up in your arms with no more fears lingering in the back of his mind.

Moments that haven’t happened plague his head, wounding his heart and cursing his brain for giving him hopes for the unattainable. He almost prefers the other nightmares compared to these.